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Moon River, wider than a mile,
I’m crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you’re going I’m going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There’s such a lot of world to see.
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
waiting ’round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
I just realised it’s such an irony that I had watched quite a number of movies which this particular song appeared several times except the movie which this song got its fame from. For the benefit of those ignorant out there, it’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s ( 1961). I missed the chance of seeing it shown outdoor last year. Anyway, the movies that featured this song are Kate&Leopold, a romance which depicted the two lovers overcoming the fabric of time to be together forever and after. The other one is one episode of Sex and the City, Season 4. It was when Mr. Big was going to leave New York and Carrie Bradshaw came over and got such a rude shock that both of them didn’t have sex. I seriously hate the series but only God knows why I have watched the entire 5 seasons with so much enthusiam. Maybe because I have nothing to do and SATC is the only thing that can catch my attention. I mean nothing is wrong with the series but it just irks me when the whole thing just concentrates on Carrie Bradshaw. Yes, from season 1 episode 1 to season 5 episode 18. I know there is season 6 but guess what, the novelty for it wears off. I can’t watch how the show only evolves around Carrie Bradshaw and only her whining about everything under the sun and not going to work and yet wanting to afford branded shoes which kill people’s feet over the time and not being faithful to the one she loves ( Aidan) and wishing to get married asap and not wanting to get married when being popped the question by Aidan. I mean, woman, what the fuck do you want? I think it was only in the series that featured Carrie the charater to be that indecisive and perplexed and over-dramatic queen. Guess that’s the way for the series to survive over the span of 6 seasons. In real life, I doubt women can be that complicated and not to mention, so slutty. I know, who am I to judge? But I guess I don’t want to hang out to who are so educated and smart and successful and famous and their educational goal is to graduate with a PhD in MEN. It’s such a coincidence that right now, over the other side of civilisation, Sex and the City movie is being shown. Boy, Sarah Jessica Parker, you know how to make money huh? Anyway, I wish the series could have spread the focus equally among the four of them. I mean, just take a look at Desperate Housewives, Big Shots or Friends. It could have been more interesting that way, don’t you think? Every character has a piece of land to flaunt their acting skills and bring their character to life. I mean Charlotte York ( Kristen Davis ) faded off like after some episodes. And why the fuck that everyone is always there when Carrie feels down because some guys ran away from her vagina.
I am always off track. The post is about Moon River. The song is so seriously me. I mean I knew the singer is Frank Sinatra who is ancient and can be auctioned on Christie’s but I just totally fall for it right now. The lyrics is short but succint in every word. ” Oh dream maker, you heartbreaker”. “We’re after the same rainbow’s end”. This is for your information, a real post. Not something I try to make it up to make myself an attention-seeking pathetic individual. Just when Frank Sinatra slides up and down the three words same rainbow’s end I then realise not everything visible thing is tangible. You can see rainbow but you can never touch it or walk to the end of the rainbow. Just like your dreams, you can totally see it but you can never live them. There are moments in your life when you keep pondering over everything under and above the sun. I mean everything. Oh boy, I’m not ready to be a grown-up. It’s just how complicated life can be when you bid farewell to your teenage years and move onto a new phase of your life. People said that teenage years are the most difficult as it is the transition from becoming a child to an adult. But I guess I’d rather be in that transition phase than the oh-so-glamarous adults’ life where you must take responsibility in everything you do and fight for your own survival. So, big two-o, here I come to you with so much of dread and disappointment and loneliness and reluctance and un-readiness and apathy and lots of harbouring hard feelings for the past. If I could have the ability to turn back the time, everything would be more nicely laid out. Maybe I would lead a total different life than the one I am having now. Maybe I would have someone to share everything under the sun with. Maybe the dream-maker would not have to be the heartbreaker. So big two-o, I’m scared of you, please give me a chance and let me kneel at your mercy. I hate my own birthday. I seriously do because especially this year where everything is so gloomy and bleak for me. Things just don’t turn out for me and I wish I could be one of the ‘jumpers’. I will seriously teleport to another new piece of land to make a fresh start. Maybe I would stay with the Amish and lead a simple life in beautiful house and call it my own rainbow’s end.
Please big two-fucking-o, take your sweet time smelling the roses before coming to me. I don’t wish to see you. This year, I’m totally gonna have a silent birthday where noone actually gives a shit. Well, maybe I’m used to it.
