Saturday, July 22, 2006

The law on the street...

I do not understand it.

I really honestly don't get it.

Here I was on the bus. And I'm traveling from home to my college campus. So anyway I was about to get off, when I get this sudden urge to sing one of my favorite songs.

You know one of those moments where the song just gets into your head and you just have to stop and smile. You just got to sing it.

So that's what I do right. I stop for a moment, bringing the traffic-of-moving-people-who-want-to-just-get-off-the-freaking-bus to a screeching halt (only for a moment and plus they weren't angry with me too much) and I smile.

As I started to walk, my mouth started to sing Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.

You know the song. The ultimate chick-magnet-let's-attract-all-the-girls-with-this-ultra-melodic-and-soothing-totally-going-to-make-her-want-me kind of song.

"And I don't want the world to see me. Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who---"

At this point of the song, I recieved a sharp elbow-jab to my rib.

I was so taken back.

Did my voice sound so horrid that my traveling companion had to resort to physical bodily harm just to make me shut my vocal cords?

Was it that bad?

I see him lean over, and I have this feeling I know what he is going to say to me...

"Jana, gosh, don't sing in public. Look the sun is shining and people hate the rain. Next time if you're going to sing do keep it in the confines of a shower curtain and a soundproof door."

I brace myself for the moment those words or something with the same effect fill my ears.

"Jana, don't sing in public..."

I'm trying to come up with a nasty comeback.

"... people are going to think your weird..."

Now just waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"... because people don't sing while on the streets over here."

Wha--?

Forgotten comeback, I let my jaw hang.

People in the Great Philip of Pines don't sing on the streets?!

What kind of country is this?!

No singing on public streets, but they can wave signs asking for President to step down. No singing in public, but they can kill and rob people on the street. No singing in public but they can sell everything from bananas to toys that are definitely not for kids. No singing in public but college male students running around naked in protest is alright.

No singing in public?!

Somebody get me out of here.

Now.

I mean really.

Lotsa love, Jana

Labels: Life in the form of chocolate, Philip Of Pines

by jana at 6:19 PM |