"I Want You So Bad"
Heart
composed by Tom Kelly and Billy Steinberg
Bad Animals (Feb 1988)
Who would've thought that something as simple as a blue shell could urge me so much to blog again?
I certainly didn't. But I'm too distraught to NOT talk about it.
Ever since I joined a performing org, I've had reason to bring out the my quirkiness, and accessorize.
And just last month (just exactly a month, if I'm not mistaken) I found a really pretty necklace with a blue shell as a pendant. I wouldn't put it down, fearing that someone else might take it before I finally decide. So in the end I bought it, and I've been a happy shopper ever since. The way I describe it as a "blue shell" might sound ordinary to you, but I was never good with flowery descriptions. What I can say is that I like that pendant since it was simple enough for casual jewelry and elegant enough for formal wear. It was simply PRETTY to look at. I wasn't wearing for people to see; I wore it because I liked seeing it myself, all the time. Parang naging agimat ko nga yun eh. I kept holding and rubbing it unconsciously.
And well today, the last time my hand reached for it, I couldn't feel it anymore. I looked down and poof! Shell not there. :(
I'm not a very expressive person, but you can't imagine the degree of depression I'm having over it.
Usually with circumstances like this, concerning things not of great importance to life (by great, I really mean life-altering), I've learned to be bum about for a good second (or minute, it depends) then get over it, realizing instantly the fact that "hey, it already happened, can't do nothing about it anymore, no use moping."
But I want to mope now! It's been a long time since I lost trust in society, (was even heightened during New Year's Day; but that's a completely different story) But you know I'm desperate when I actually had some inkling of hope that I still might find it lying where I most probably lost it. (Asa, sab, asa.) What's weird is that the other night, I actually examined it, and wondered when I would finally lose or break it. I'm not at all clairvoyant, mind you. I just know that I have bad experiences with material things, particularly accessories, that I like. They never stay long with me, as long as I would've wanted. They get lost, broken, misplaced, ruined or even "stolen". I expected the shell to suffer the same fate, but I didn't think it would happen so soon!
I hope by the time I'm done with this, I'll be done moping too. At least this way, if I can't have the shell, I'll have the memory of it, forever published in this blog and my back-up files. :p
And since this is my music blog, my compulsory song for the day is "I Want You So Bad" by the female rock tandem of Heart. "Alone" is still a better track than this in their 1987 album "Bad Animals", but this one's on constant replay too in my current playlist.
What's interesting is that I also noticed that the exact phrase is also in two other songs I've been listening to. The Across The Universe (Dana Fucsh, T.V. Carpio) version of the Beatles' "I Want You" and Maroon 5's "Secret".
And if it isn't obvious by now, " I-want-it-so-bad" is exactly how I feel about my pendant. (OA much?)
I swear, I going to Cebu to look for a replacement shell. :p
When the wind blows through your hair
I want you so bad, want you so bad
Oh I wonder if you're aware
I want you so bad
I wonder if you care
I never thought this would happen to me
I want you so bad, bad
I want you so bad
2 comments:
A very nice and interesting site. Cordial greetings from Germany
Yours sincerely
Thomas von Katzberg
thank you for the comment! I appreciate it, since I thought no one ever hops to this blog anymore.
I passed by your site, but despite having German cousins, I don't understand a word of german. :p
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