Not sure I'm even here.
Suddenly, it feels like I have taken to making exclamations in another language. No foul words involved, mind you – but lately, whenever things take a turn for the worse, the first word(s) that come to mind run along the lines of…
... which are all supposed to serve as a varied version of “Oh, dear!” or “Oh, no!”. If I were to say them out loud, I think it would make me sound like a mat salleh having a go at the Malay language, or a confused German rolling her tongue unsuccessfully.
(Apparently, I have developed an interest for all things “O”. Meanwhile, Mr Rice is, unfortunately, queuing somewhere far behind…)
Yes, although all this happens only in my head, I still feel somewhat embarassed. Ah, the mysterious wonders of a working (more like overworked) mind…
If I could pronounce this, then perhaps I would: “#(*&$@0(#$!”
And I would use it a bit too regularly for my own liking. Hey, revenge/happiness/world domination is sweeter when no one knows what language you are cursing in, eh?
Ah, I feel better already.
A first listen of their latest single (dubious choice, this) off their second album:
“By golly, this cannot be Mr. Chipmunk Cheeks…!”
But then, the song that plays next had to begin with a beat reminiscent of their previous hit single.
No, this is most certainly not Hopes and Fears, Part II. I have yet to decide if this is actually a good or a bad thing…