tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8526247.post-70685375683770760072008-04-21T01:13:00.006-07:002008-04-21T01:31:36.386-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Last Sunday afternoon was a warm day, so balcony doors were opened to let the April air breeze through. With that one subjects oneself to other people's music seeping in. My neighbors are quite musical, I must say. But one stands out. Somehow this one doesn't irk me. This one is special. This one plays Whitney Houston on repeat on a regular basis. I verified this with my housemate. Same song.<br /><br />"I won't hold it back again, this passion inside... I can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hiiiiiiidde...."<br /><br />Ah, she does have a voice. It wouldn't be my choice of Whitney song, but it'll do.<br /><br />I have so much respect for my neighbour. Sometimes we think we are cooler than not when we blast our music, because blasting means imposing it on everyone. But somehow - this neighbour is not going for cool, I don't think. This one is just emoting. I mean, it's Whitney, right? With that song from the Bodyguard? Come on.<br /><br />I find myself singing it the rest of the day. Although my range is pathetic. But I have Whitney singing along with me to cover me up, and my falsetto's alright.<br /><br />"Don't make me....." - and the keychange in the middle of the phrase - "cloooose one more door! I don't wanna hurt anymooore...."<br /><br />And then the lyrics just get better. And by better I mean honest, honestly cheesy. <br /><br />"Stay in my arms if you dare<br />Or must I imagine you there<br />Don't walk away from me...<br />I have nothing, nothing, nothing<br />If I don't have you."<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">To hell with coolness. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8526247-7068537568377076007?l=faetryn.blogspot.com'/></div>Faetrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02735911642102050034noreply@blogger.com4