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Let's pretend we don't exist...

Monday, October 09, 2006

Let's pretend we're in Antarctica.

I love that song. That is why it is in my top rated and top played lists on my iPod. There's something about it that makes me sometimes believe in the words. Let's pretend we don't exist; let's pretend we're in Antarctica. Let's pretend we don't exist; let's pretend we're in Antarctica. Not to mention that I usually listen to my iPod when i'm driving home from the Ambler campus - the suburbian Temple campus. So the drive home is somewhat lonely and dark. There are times when I can't even see behind me in the rear view mirror. And those are the times in which I blast the music up and let the windows down. And I sing. Or at least try to.

I think I sound decent when I'm by myself. I try to match the pitch and style of the singer. Sometimes I can't match the accent but you can't be perfect.

Maybe, perhaps one day I would enjoy having a place in the country - somewhere where I can drive on lonely stretches of road blasting my music (which is always some sort of folk, indie, indie rock or some wierd mix of them) around. The smell of the cool air, aw that would be awesome.

When I was a little kid I used to love going outside in the summer and chasing the fireflies. Of course I used to catch them and expose their little tails and see why its glowing. And have the chemicals on my hand - my finger glowing a little bit and after a while it would just turn dark and make my hand sticky. After a few, I didn't really care anymore and just like to watch them fly about.

They say that the fireflies use their photoluminescence to attract mates. But I can't help but wonder how they manage to find each other. I'm sure that their eyesights isn't the best in the animal kingdom. So it must be a feat for them. But I guess, if you look it at a different point of view - since their eyesight isn't as good, they can see little blinking lights better. Just no details. They are focused on just those blinking lights and they are attracted to them. Just happens that most of the time, those little blinking lights belong to an attractive mate and hey - if they are already there why not make the time and procreate? It's only proper.

Let's pretend we don't exist,
let's pretend we're in Antarctica...

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