Got a lovely bit of British-ness in the post box.
What I like about music is that when the right one comes on at just the right time, it’s almost like a conversation. It speaks to a part of your heart and sticks to it ever so naturally.
I have been pretty down recently, admittedly. Work has been piling up and I’ve gone from leaving the office late to bringing some back. Oh, and all the worries and frustrations!
Then the song came on as I drove home. Alannis Morissette’s Hand In My Pocket. A manifestation of that feeling of uncertainty, and the answer. I burst out laughing at the line ‘I’m brave but I’m chickenshit’ as it was hilariously apt.
We’ve all had our moments singing into any homemade mic in our hands. Of course, sometimes it’s nice to actually have a mic. Hence, karaoke.
Karaoke is a popular pastime in Malaysia – the industry thrives well here. Most karaoke parlours have their own promotional packages, private rooms complete with a designated time slot, meal set, free drinks and tidbits. Some even have buffet tables, but don’t mind us, food drives businesses here, you see.
Not to mention, given the number of languages used within Malaysia plus the international fads that come by ever so often, you can pick a huge range of songs in English, Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean, Japanese etc.
With the right company, it can get your blood pumping or your mind relaxed. Either way, it makes a good stress-reliever!
It’s the little one’s first month celebration. As far as traditions go, it is when the family sends out special boxes containing food, including lucky red eggs, to those close to them or have given them ang pows after the birth.
He makes me smile through that photo of him winking. Even more so since this evening when he kept looking at me with those doe eyes meaning I was nowhere close to upsetting him.
Now if he would just not grow so quickly….