As I busied myself and finally found some space to breathe after a disastrous presentation, I found myself reminiscing the good ol’ days when I was a pure 93.3fm junkie when I was a mere child.
Listening to Dasmond‘s smurfie goodnight song at 2am, and trying to record it, or trying to remember the lyrics and singalong to it with friends… I remember the first time I met him in person, I wanted to tell him how I always remember how he used to talk about him being Piscean(don’t ask me why I remember that of all things), and how the song (cutie voice and all) was playing in my mind.
I remember the brief conversation we had post-recording, and he gave a heartfelt, genuine point of view, before adding, “I know this is none of my business.. but if you can..” I felt the sincerity, I did. My nose that time got sour sour but shy shy to say. Hahaha.
I stayed up till almost 6am yesterday, and switched from my usual green-table companion channel (Class 95) to a dose of nostalgia.
All because? I heard Emil Chau’s Gu Zhen Nan Mian, and I suddenly remember an old friend who loved to sing Rang Wo Huan Xi Rang Wo You (NB! Don’t know why cannot read Chinese characters. -sulks-) to me, though his favourite was Bai Du Ren De Ge.
And just a coincidence that it is almost 7 years since he was gone.
I switched on the late night 93.3fm while spending my entire night rushing some work, and gee, what a walk down memory lane.
The familiar songs that made my hair stand and made me warm and fuzzy (I succumbed to switching on the aircon in the hall after spending hours baking in my own sweat).
It triggered the reminder of a once young dream of wanting to be 93.3fm DJ, and how I could read out and share others’ stories on air at night.
I think I must be getting old, the newer songs don’t appeal me that much anymore, though I heard this song twice, that managed to capture my attention.
It makes me feel like I am galloping on a vast grassland with my armpits in the air skipping in one of those country fields.. with yellow flowers (not that I like yellow flowers, but… that’s the mental image), and I smell hope and positivity. The kind that touches you, and makes you play an imaginary piano to the melody and smile resolutely to yourself with moist eyes.
See. I am young. I am emopop-sy.
And gee, what a song to listen to, on the day I finally am liberated (though the 2 hours sleep was barely enough, and I am too tired and I don’t think I can…. Okay. I just had a bimbo moment.
I digress. I just had a bimbo moment. You know how your mind disengaged from its gear for a while and you do something really stupid?
I thought I was typing in MSN and I thought I was going to tell Potato I am too tired and I don’t think I can blog even though I want to. Then I realise, DUH, I AM BLOGGING NOW WHAT!), and it makes me feel doubly liberating (oh, that was a long sentence bracket in between). I was totally unaware that I am actually blogging, which shows how autopilot I am.
Then I wanna blog about the songs that jolted my memory and emotions then I realise the blog obnoxiously ignores Chinese character I insert. Bah!
I heard Faye Wong’s Hong Dou twice last night, though the 2nd time was a male-version sang by someone else.
I have been into the theme song to The Ultimatum, and I will always wait for 9pm just to hear the song, catch a glimpse of Zoe Tay and Li Nanxing (okay, and the very woody Elvin), before the storyline will bore me enough to switch channel.
Liu Li Yang’s Ji Mo Guang Nian is awesome.
I feel like getting in touch the cheenah part of me, and I haven’t learnt my lesson well about how I have to be careful of what I wish for.
A colleague asked me if I would like to help her with translation. A part of me actually felt excited about that. The previous time I translated Chinese presentation to English, and this time, is the other way round. I feel it a great shame to let something I enjoyed and excelled in to slip away just like that.
And yeah, I love late night 93.3fm.
