Oh, Drama!

Life is a stage, they say. If mine were a play, there would definitely be loads of drama. I'm not really a drama queen. I'm too passive to be one. It takes a lot to faze me actually. But often times, I find myself pretending as life my whole life is actually on stage or on film at least. You know, The Truman Show kind of thing only a tad bit classier. My life would be a musical. Theater. Ballet. That sort of thing. With my iPod always, in tow, I'd pick out my playlist that suits my mood and the atmosphere.

Like my early morning walks to the station when 6:30AM looks like 3:00AM and in the blistering cold, I've got Hed Kandi Winter Chill on. The soft electronica beats. Not too fast. Wind howling. Cinematic.

On the way home, I pass the Parramatta River where the view of the setting sun can be so breathtaking. Shades of indigo meet hues of yellow and orange at the horizon. I play Autumn Tactics.

Or when having one of my (very so often) rows with MJ. I blast Alanis Morissette's You Oughta Know. Never mindful of fellow passengers hearing my playlist. Annoying, I know. It's my guilty indulgence. I can't help it. As they say, "Thou shall not attempt to reason with a woman in scorn."

Ahh, pure drama. And I loving it more than ever.