Grills
Yippety dippety dooooo! I’ve just finished one final report for the month after procrastinating for quite a bit (the report had been due the first week of March). Okay…not procrastinating per se – just smothered beneath the avalanche of workload. It’s been a crazy, crazy month, this March. Running under the rain from buildings to cars and cars to buildings, squinting under the insane glare and heat of the sun, getting chased by rabied dogs and chasing rabied dogs in return with my umbrella flailing, flying, falling, under-sleeping, over-sleeping, under saving, over spending, doing reports, being reported against, etc… sigh…it’s madness for the body, mind and soul, I tell you. And more than a little taxing too. But that’s life, isn’t it? Ahhh, Eunice and her bizarre life. Sigh.
Still, I’m feeling weirdly jolly today. On a sugar high probably. Courtesy of nice imported chocolates, yum yum. Nothing like candies after a day’s hard work. I’m sitting here in my office, enjoying the ending of a hectic day, and the fact that I’ve accomplished quite a lot today despite it being a Monday (Woohoo! Three cheers to that!). Oh, and I’m listening to that hypnotic song by Nelly and
Paul Mall …for the gazillionth time now. I have a super weird tendency of listening a song to the ground…and still never get sick of it. What do I say? I’m a freak of nature haha.
So today, it’s Grills, Grills, Grills. Oh no, not of the edible kind. This song is hmmhh…kinda spectacular in a sense that it captures one’s attention so well. At least when I first heard it on the radio, it did make me turn up the volume a little and focus. Now, I have the song in my laptop and I’m playing it over and over and over again. Long after I switch off my pc, I’m sure it would be repeating still in my head.
Which makes it even more appalling when I finally grasped what the whole song is all about (gasp!). I’m overly fascinated by a black man with bejeweled teeth singing about his braces as though they’re the coolest thing on the planet. Like holy shit, weren’t there days when my old pre-pubescent friends would try to speak with their hands over their mouths so that the people they spoke to didn’t have to wear sunglasses? Ching! Ching! To add that I know of a girl who would cover her metal tooth with her lips when she talked. Wewwy, wewwy memowwable, I’d say. Oh, and not to mention how one would be able to tell the entire menu of what Mr Grills had eaten after a meal… ahahahah… okay, I’m being mean. Maybe because of people like me, Nelly has come up with a retaliation of some sort…hence, the super hit.
Thirty down at the bottom, thirty more at the top, he sings, in addition to robbing the jewelry store to make them grills (USD 60 k in his orifice that would keep a family alive decently for a year). Like…what the…? Interesting stuff. And he’s creating an epidemic by doing that, too. Undoubtedly laughing himself silly to the bank as well.
Sigh. Isn’t it weird where humans draw their inspiration from sometimes? Damn it, there are people like me who would ponder one whole day, trying to draw out a plot interesting enough to be made into a novel, and there are people like Nelly, who makes millions by ranting about…*drum rolls* … tooth-support!
Life is so totally unfair! Sniff sniff. Ah, well, maybe I ought to see the brighter side of things and learn from the best. I’m packing up and going home to write a song on my push-up bras.
