Confessions of an Undisguised Drama Queen

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

No title, no words

One of the things I absolutely dislike is when a familiar tune pops into my head and is on auto-replay mode, yet I have no idea what the title of the song is. Neither do I know the words. All I have are the la-las.

I'm experiencing that right now and I know exactly where I've heard this tune before - at the Fete de la Musique a couple of weeks ago. But I threw away the programme sheet which probably has the very thing I'm looking for: the title of this song I'm singing! Urghh...

Well, the best I can do to express the singing song in my head to is to convert it to a tune on my flute and hope that anyone who hears me will say "Hey, isn't that the song......." and bring an end to my eternal torture.

I'll digress a bit.

Just read the papers this morning and there was a whole 3-full page coverage on the NKF CEO controversy. It seems like someone's been 'tapping' (pun intended, you'd understand if you've read the article) into the charity funds for a luxurious lifestyle, business class flights, no less.

It's repulsive.

For someone who already has second thoughts about donating to the NKF (their incessant phone calls with phony friendliness are a nuisance), this big hoo-haa will only move them further down the list of my preferred charity organizations.

Oh, and another reason why I shun their charity shows? Ms Potatomus Maximus says it all.

[Time of Confession] 10:57 AM
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