when things are NOT so gr8

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… for most, it’s comfort food.
OK.
I ate an entire pack of Barbecue flavoured Lays chips {courtesy from my sister’s pantry that mysteriously made the 600 meter journey to my craft room table} and a 400 gm tub of yogurt; void of Haagen Daaz – that has not tele-pod to my freezer from my sister’s. :)
But my comfort “food” is usually artistic; visual and auditory, combined or otherwise.
So, it was an Eminem morning for me.
Gosh.
I am swelling with pride, as if I had conceived Marshal (Bruce) Mathers III myself!
He’s made a SPECTACULAR come back.
Being a Libran (like him), noted, I am a sucker for the underdogs and comebacks, but this is totally in a different realm. 
2 months after its release, I listen intently to the Recovery album again and again and again.
He’s truly nailed it!
{in my opinion at least, and I’m the first to say even at my advanced age (by comparison of the average Eminem fan base age group) I have (embarrassingly) snug out a copy of Eminem photo book from a obscure bookshop where I am unlikely to bump into anyone I know}
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Whoever called it “clumsy, lazy, half-assed and unimaginative” … well, move on.
If you’re sick of listening to his life stories and rather have shallow imaginative ones, that’s your prerogative.
If you’re looking for Slim Shady, and not merely glimpses of it, it’s not here – Eminem has/is moving on.

(Hook)
I’m not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel that you’ve been down the same road
(Intro)
Yeah, It’s been a ride…
I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one
Now some of you might still be in that place
If you’re trying to get out, just follow me
I’ll get you there
(Verse 1)
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay ’em
But you won’t take this thing out these words before I say ’em
Cause ain’t no way I’m let you stop me from causing aim
When I say ’em or do something I do it, I don’t give a damn
What you think, I’m doing this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it’s gassed up, if a thing’s stopping me
I’mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I’m tearing down your balcony
No if ands or buts don’t try to ask him why or how can he
From Infinite down to Relapse the last album he’s still shittin’ and
Whether he’s on salary, paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shit’s his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He’s married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the earth he’s got the urge
To pull his dick from the dirt and fuck the all universe


(Hook)
I’m not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel that you’ve been down the same road


(Verse 2)
Ok quit playin’ with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn’t have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it’s a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth
For that fuck your feelings, instead of getting crowned you’re getting capped
And to the fans, I’ll never let you down again, I’m back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let’s be honest, that last Relapse CD was “ehhhh”
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain’t going back to that now
All I’m tryna say is get back, click-clack BLAOW
Cause I ain’t playin’ around
There’s a game called circle and I don’t know how
I’m way too up to back down
But I think I’m still tryna figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn’t
This fucking black cloud’s still follow’s me around
But it’s time to exercise these demons
These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!
(Hook)
I’m not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel that you’ve been down the same road


(Bridge)
And I just can’t keep living this way
So starting today, I’m breaking out of this cage
I’m standing up, Imma face my demons
I’m manning up, Imma hold my ground
I’ve had enough, now I’m so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now


(Verse 3)
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
And don’t even realise what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they can do little to the middle finger
I feel like I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers, and drop dead
No more beef flingers, no more drama from now on, I promise
To focus soley on handling my responsibility’s as a father
So I solemnly swear to treat this roof like my daughters and raise it
You couldn’t lift a single shingle lonely
Cause the way I feel, I’m strong enough to go to the club
Put a ??? and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I’m raising the bar, I shoot for the moon
But I’m too busy gazing at stars, I feel amazing and


(Hook)
I’m not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel that you’ve been down the same road

After an intense morning, I spent the earlier part of the afternoon in snoozer-land.
A nap that lasted on for hours, resembling more like sleep than nap, and technically should be termed ‘sleep’.

Refreshed from the little luxury (of snoozer-land), I made some Pâte à choux for what started off as profiteroles, but ended up being a Penelope-concoction, having been influenced by the vanilla pods in the pantry and being too lazy to double boil chocolate.
Two lessons to note from the Pâte à choux experience:
ONE
I really need a new oven. One that goes up to 400-500 degrees – I am eyeing the SMEG but my pocket seems to have a hole these days, rendering me to someone who hovers just at the ‘poverty’ line on a monthly basis. hmmmmmmmmmmm… and just when I thought a SMEG was a poor consolation to the AGA.
TWO
Can’t help but reaffirm that it is the delicate test-tube like packaging which the vanilla pods comes in that gets to me, rather than the pods itself. They had me again last January when I was caught in an awkward situation of having to chose between a lapis lazuli earrings and half a dozen of packed vanilla pods in those test-tube with a hemp pouch in Sunder Nagar, New Delhi. Believe it or not, I actually chose those gross looking sticky black shrivelled twig like looking stuff rather than jewelry … or hand knotted silk carpets! 
Continuing with culinary skills indulgence (and not food consumption in itself) that seems to have a comforting effect on me … dinner was a quick nyonya fix of blanch four angled beans with dried shrimps and sambal belacan (yum yum), ikan asam pedas and steamed white rice.
Makaibari tea accompanied ‘When Harry Met Sally’ – a quick and less-need-for-a-box-of-Kleenex choice than Casablanca. Also, with a finite win-win, happy-happy, predictable conclusion of ‘When Harry Met Sally’, it was a no brainer choice for today {i.e. when things are NOT so gr8 day} compared to having me mulling over Bergman’s “choice” of Bogart vs. Henreid. Man… why do they not make movies like this anymore??? 
Anyway, speaking of the latter, as in Casablanca, I never knew how great a movie’s influence can be until my Retail Banking Director expressed envy at the mentioned that I would be in Morocco in a couple of weeks. And the source of envy? His desire to visit Casablanca because of Casablanca. Though we exchanged some iconic lines from the movie, it remains unclear if Ingrid Bergman had anything to do with this desire. 
To finish of my night, that was by then nearly a gr8 day, it was Jhumpa Lahiri. Besides Angelina Jolie, I am only in love with one other woman: Jhumpa Lahiri.
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10 thoughts on “when things are NOT so gr8

  1. you cried listening to Slash????man… you are weird girl!don't forget to invite me for nyonya food also and its strange seeing a rolex on eminem. don't ever imagine him being a future ambassador. only penelope will go ohhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh and buy one. wait, don't you already have one? or two? or was it a drawer full of them? lol

  2. Christmas?CNY?I dunno – whenever. You have to organise it coz I am ever too lazy to do it. Besides, I'm more introverted than you. So, you know what to do.Advance notice please if you want exotic stuff like itik sueh, ayam masak buah kelawang.

  3. ahhh… but I NEVER had a crush on NKOTB – I lied I did to my British and American penpal girls as well as parents who gave me countless of magazine spreads of them, which I then SOLD for PROFIT on Galaxy magazine … :)the lying part not very good – i agree … ifs confessional time, like with Eminem. :p

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