2/10

Beautiful Day

This has been my fav masha song for years, until takenover by Keshin. initially i was in love with just the song... until i watched the adorable MV and became more in love with that... then a bit later found the lyrics translation... then this song became perfect.
although for some strange reason, the pessimistic inappropriateness of Keshin grabbed me just that tiny bit more... XD

it really gave me the strength to survive internship that year:

the thongs you bought on your way
didn't look great but maybe just right
things that embarrassed you, things that you could do nothing about
today is the day to accept them all

tomorrow we should live on
though lonely, but we are not alone
everything happened today seemed "just right"
maybe a miracle
Beautiful day.

It is one of Masha's "non-popular" songs, prob didnt do well in the charts. i was not very happy with masha (and decided i wont even like him so much anymore) for at least 7-8/12 when i realised with horror he didnt include Beautiful Day in his 20yr best collection album... >_<
...but then he cut his hair and composed a nice new song and did a beautiful therapeutic mv
and all else no longer mattered... XD

i like masha who did Keshin, and i like masha who did Beautiful Day, but i adore masha who did both Keshin and Beautiful Day.

1 out of 10

ok time to release some tension.

havent gotten around to find a violent shooting/killing computer game yet. (am i so degraded that i need a violent computer game? @_@ noooooo... )

hence, still in denial, but now, this will do.

have been wanting to compile a masha fav 10 list for some time.

i think it was really just waiting for 生きてる　生きてく to come out and complete the picture~ XD

i will start. 1/10:

the top masha song for me is Keshin. It has a somewhat socially and culturally inappropriate MV that I often shy away from admitting it is my favourite masha song. (2 unfortunate friends danielle and ning are still very scarred... from being forced to watch it by me...)

its been a few years, i still love the song, and the mv too. maybe the mv even a bit more than the song itself. for a few years now i have been obsessed with getting clothes in that shade of blue. (the lastest addition to the wardrobe being a cardigan in that colour 2 mths ago) dreamed of having a bookshelf in that colour too.

so, quite far from getting sick of it.

and, i just discovered its actually a reasonable tension releaser for me.

if interested, can check out the rabbit head and the squatting toilet.

Sherlock

i've been having lots of vivid dreams lately... quite a few nightmares included. apart from stating the obvious that i am having more REM sleep... i do wonder if this is in some disturbing way, PTSD by proxy.

my patients these days are largely balls of anxiety, somewhat in my own league.

the worst of those nightmares occurred 2 nights ago.
i dreamt...
--that sherlock was doing evil things.
what was worse...
--that sherlock was BL.

lol

to salvage my fav childhood hero from the danger of being permanently ruined, i am finding solace in the original canon and gd old granada sherlock with JB and his manic depression...
that dose of old fashioned eccentric decency really did its trick.
and thank goodness, and thank goodness again, there were... no gay jokes.

even without sherlock... 5mins with an old-fashioned kind-hearted grandpa-like watson sensei just warms the heart. ^__^
i still cant make up my mind which of david burke and edward hardwicke was the better watson for JB... the styles were really different, but they really seemed to have morphed into each other so well.
but maybe i am just biased, about both of them.

when i first started this blog 7 years ago i then just discovered the poem "221B":

Coin of ours can never ransom
Years now prisoner to Time:
Roars the bus, where once the hansom
Trotted on the trial of crime.
No more now a Stradivarius
Played by fingers long and fleet
Sounds the dirge of plans nefarious
Foiled by him of Baker Street.

Could we, with an eye clairvoyant,
Find the dear remembered door,
Which, with trembling, many a client
(Fair or famous) stood before?
Here it was that Roylott forced an
Entry, like some savage bear;
Here, bright eyes of Mary Morstan
Fell to Watson's ardent stare.

Were a time-restoring charter
Granted by the grace of Heaven,
Who would not this tired age barter
For a night of 'eighty-seven,
When, as fog through pane and curtain
Softly grey comes creeping in,
Wise-immortal-strange and certain-
Sherlock plays his violin.

*hearts* then, and *hearts* still now.