Where thrills are cheap and love is divine

Every once in a while I come up with awful, simplistic poems, the kind that kindergarten kids could do. In their sleep.

For example:

If you were staring at the stars
Well, hey,hey!
I was staring at them too
And it's cheesy, I admit
But I was thinking about you
And this onerous to-do
Of not forgetting
Not forgetting you

And while the poems are mostly for private amusement(and also private bereavement, as they are reminders of how I can't write even halfway decent poetry), sometimes I imagine that these are the lyrics that will be incorporated into a lovely, generic, guitar-strumming pop song (I was thinking Colbie Caillat). The song will be a hit, the kind that becomes the soundtrack of a pivotal scene in the season's hottest tv series, is the week's most downloaded song on Itunes, and remains in Rick Dees' Weekly Top 40 list for months. As the official lyric-writer, I'll earn my cut of profits, which will be massive.

And therefore, while I have no poem-writing talent, I can console myself by thinking about all the millions I'll make.

I was walking home from the library with my MP3 player on shuffle, and Kings of Leon's Dusty came on. I have to say this, and I am sorry if this is inappropriate, but it is one helluva sexy song la wei, tolonglah!It's just the whole vibe of the song, the blues-y feel, the repetitive drawl of the guitar,the complementing bass, fuh. It had me thinking slightly mischievous thoughts, I couldn't stop smiling at my shoes. Must have looked like a total idiot.

Great song, great song. Infinitely better than any of those try-hard songs that try to shock you with their explicitness.

Cuaca sekarang semakin dingin
Aku sering ditiup angin

And those will be the first two lines of the song that will be sung by Siti Nurhaliza and be the smash ballad hit from her umpteenth album, which will make it to number one on Carta Hot FM, win Anugerah Juara Lagu, and lead to a sequel concert at Royal Albert Hall.

Excuse me while I bask in my imaginary wealth.