There’s a Fort Minor remix contest going on at ccMixter. And thus, “Remember The Karma” came into being on a totally uninspiring Saturday evening. It’s ten percent junk, twenty percent sweat, fifteen percent stuff that’s gonna drive you insane, five percent pressure, fifty percent tears and a hundred percent reason that it will bleed your ears.
See that picture above? As the Backstreet Boys put it, that’s the Shape Of My Heart at the moment. I’ve been having these chest pains that came and went for the last couple of weeks. But of late, it was beginning to get as annoying as Billy Ray Cyrus’ Achy Breaky Heart that didn’t look like it was going to go away soon. It was then that I was refered to the cardiologist to whom I asked Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad like Moby’s. It was as if Something’s Gotten Hold Of My Heart like how Marc Almond & Gene Pitney put it. The blood test already yielded a positive result and so did the stress test. It wasn’t looking too good at that point that he admitted me into the hospital to do a coronary angiography. It was like checking in to A Room At The Heartbreak Hotel of U2’s. That’s how the picture above came about. It showed nothing seriously wrong with it that would require a surgeon to Un-break My Heart like Toni Braxton did. “My Heart Will Go On fine like Celine Dion’s” declared the cardiologist. At that point, I felt extreme Deee-lite as if Groove Is In The Heart. The doctor then told me to Take Good Care Of My Heart like Jermaine Jackson and Whitney Houston do. “Otherwise, How Can You Mend A Broken Heart like Al Green’s”, he said. “Any worser, it might end up in Nirvana’s Heart Shaped Box. Ramlah Ram will then claim Kau Kunci Cinta Ku Di Dalam Hati Mu. That’s even more annoying than Billy Ray Cyrus and you don’t want that, do you?”
I think there’s gonna be a spate of disappointed, dejected,
depressed dudes and Datuks (with unfilled quotas) out there upon
hearing this piece of news.
So there goes my plans on that long term relationship for now.
On the other hand, any Desperate Datins out there looking for the
services of a geeky gigolo?