Because We Crave Randomity.

Oh! It’s not your face that I do not wish to see again, but… You will come to know about the face shortly.

Cue Adam! (and yay. Rihanna.)
Fiery red nails and sharing a hotel room with Adam Levine? That could only mean one thing!

Someone’s feeling naughty.

Ah, a red room. Chandeliers? Very classy. Then suddenly, Rihanna inserts some of her high-pitched vocals in the song.
*Shudders*

I am struggling, honestly struggling, to come into terms with the fact the Rihanna was chosen to perform a collaboration with Maroon 5.

Look.
There can only be one sexy falsetto in a song. More than that, you have got yourself a knock out. (where your brain will implode.)

I appreciate how the tune was switched up a little, which gave it a slight difference to the studio version. Yet, it is a true pity that the members of the band are left out due to a very show-stealing combination.

Some time at 1:34, the duo breaks out in a sing-off, and obvious flirting.
A few beats later, we see Rihanna rudely pushing Adam’s shoulders.
Sexy?

We’ll see about that.

Let’s see.
We have Rihanna lying on Adam’s lap, her stroking Adam’s guitar at 2:55 (highly suggestive), stealing glances, rolling about seductively on Adam’s bed, and probably turned on, most of the time…

In conclusion, I give this amped up, and mainly sexed up video, a 10 out of 10 for Adam and his bandmates, but a 1 out of 10 for Rihanna.
Sorry girl, I don’t think the competing falsettos/headvoices worked out for me.

Now, let me go nurse my earache and throbbing headache.

Mood: Irate.
Music: After All by Peter Cetera featuring Cher

Did you know? Hard Candy was initially due to be named Candy Shop, but Madonna was advised against it due to the fact that 50 Cent owned a song of the same title.

With that aside and with much coincidence, Candy Shop happen to be the first track of this not-so-sweetened, very synthesized but sleek, in da club album.
Well, I will say that this line-up will accompany a workout, your morning exercises (skip this if you intend to perform something calming.), jogging… Basically, pair these songs with high energy workouts.

However, true to form, it will definitely have some cooling-down pieces. Gratefully, they are last few tracks.
Perfect!

Madonna could have been criticized to sound very much common (you know, Timbaland tunes aren’t very different…), but she is justified a listen.
After all, her sleek beats eat Britney’s Blackout to bits. Trust me.

Mood: Dirty (in terms of hygiene.)

Oh! It’s not your face that I do not wish to see again, but… You will come to know about the face shortly.

Cue Adam! (and yay. Rihanna.)
Fiery red nails and sharing a hotel room with Adam Levine? That could only mean one thing!

Someone’s feeling naughty.

Ah, a red room. Chandeliers? Very classy. Then suddenly, Rihanna inserts some of her high-pitched vocals in the song.
*Shudders*

I am struggling, honestly struggling, to come into terms with the fact the Rihanna was chosen to perform a collaboration with Maroon 5.

Look.
There can only be one sexy falsetto in a song. More than that, you have got yourself a knock out. (where your brain will implode.)

I appreciate how the tune was switched up a little, which gave it a slight difference to the studio version. Yet, it is a true pity that the members of the band are left out due to a very show-stealing combination.

Some time at 1:34, the duo breaks out in a sing-off, and obvious flirting.
A few beats later, we see Rihanna rudely pushing Adam’s shoulders.
Sexy?

We’ll see about that.

Let’s see.
We have Rihanna lying on Adam’s lap, her stroking Adam’s guitar at 2:55 (highly suggestive), stealing glances, rolling about seductively on Adam’s bed, and probably turned on, most of the time…

In conclusion, I give this amped up, and mainly sexed up video, a 10 out of 10 for Adam and his bandmates, but a 1 out of 10 for Rihanna.
Sorry girl, I don’t think the competing falsettos/headvoices worked out for me.

Now, let me go nurse my earache and throbbing headache.

Mood: Discontent.

Apart from the fact that the album art is a caricature of Jason, it is also a fact that the tracks do not disappoint.
And if you must know, all his three albums are entirely different listens.

Waiting For My Rocket To Come is daring, more of the Mraz taking it to the streets.
Mr A-Z is fairly personal, almost heartfelt.
We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things (quite a mouthful, huh?) has a combination of breezy, big-band, great symphonies and harmoniously mellow numbers.

So, what is it about We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things that captures my gooey muscular pump of a heart?
You have to give the guy credit for putting his heart, mind, body and soul into a tune. I’m Yours takes you a beautiful island, surfing, and rolling waves. (I’m cheating by semi-describing the music video.)

I must admit, it is the unbeatable summer song.

Lucky is another show-stealer. Nothing is more explosive than a complimenting Mraz-Calliat pairing, and a song about best friends sharing the 411 about love, relationships and sweet nothings. Personal as Mr A-Z, but far more velvety and smooth. (Calliat was the award-winning choice.)

Love (and sauciness) is all around in Butterfly. Sexually suggestive lyrics like: “And you make my slacks a little tight/You may unfasten them if you like/That’s if you crash and spend the night”.

Naughty!
Live High is an inspirational number and a transition to the serious and profound tunes that follow.

Don’t give up there though, you’ll be surprised by the lyrics he spins out!

Mood: Impressed!
Music: Butterfly by Jason Mraz

Shine scores as simply sensational.
I had actually discovered her after listening to American Boy, and there was something about her drawl-styled singing that made her every bit unique.
With generics like [insert overplayed pop icons of MTV here], she is definitely bringing M back to Music.

Frankly, next to American Boy, Wait A Minute (Just A Touch) is worth listening to.
Plus, I have a soft spot for artists who re-edit oldies and includes them in their songs. Take No Substitute Love for example, it samples George Michael’s Faith!

All I can say is that, don’t stop at American Boy (it’s track number three.) because there are great finds right towards the last song.

Estelle, you could just be the next Missy Elliot. (in terms of fame, not song style.)

Mood: Guilty! (as charged for not carrying out revisions as promised, and blogging instead. CRIMINAL!)

Don’t you just love, love, love a good lazy afternoon playlist? Maybe an album chockful of endless impressive numbers?

Then Little Voice is the album to get. Sara Bareilles is a delight to listen to.
Love Song begins as a fresh, upbeat track, which simply makes you think that she’s all fluff.
But wait.

I know that Love Song’s tempo is deceiving, in a sense that you might consider it as a teeny-bopper sort of song.
Wait till Vegas.

Everything switches up, and you will think of the album title to be a complete and utter irony.
Honestly, her voice, is not all that little.

Think Duffy plus Sheryl Crow.

Mood: Enthralled.

When I came across this headline while reading Life! not too long ago, my mind just flipped a switch knowingly. It was written in the stars; I knew this day was coming.

Remember the disturbing advert of a woman who suffered from a bloody aftereffect from smoking? They did not can it after the public had written in to the press, complaining of its graphic material, but they had it shifted to a later airing – say, after 10.
It was unsuccessful, as it was taken off after a while anyhow.
Posters that were pasted at my lift lobby was ripped out after a couple of days. Intentionally or playfully, I could not tell which.

I had first watched this “gruesome Gaia advert” at 12am, on June the 5th (the very day it was launched). However, watching it for the first time gave me the creeps, as I initially could not make out what the figurine was. Plus, it was dripping with some unknown substance – I could not tell what the black goo was, but I was sure the red substance was faux blood – which added to its eerie factor.
Later, a child materialized in place of the wax figurine (the papers reported it as a mannequin), and lo and behold! It was a Saving Gaia commercial!

So much for over-imagination.

Hey, I must say they chose a rather untimely timing to air the commercial.

Thereafter, it came on at primetime, which was to my surprise. The first thing that clicked in my head: “A thousand kids around the island must definitely be watching this, so… I know where this is heading.”

Weeks later, complaints surfaced.

The media has responded by claiming that it was a truthful, gritty insight to how our deteriorating environment will eventually affect our future generations.

This followed subsequent airings before they decided to remove it completely, alter it, then put it back on air.

Now, I wonder the editing will turn out to be.
Using a plastic (probably Play-Doh safe) knife instead of a chainsaw? Rain the kid with candy instead of tar and fake blood?

Mood: Curious!
Music: Irresistible by Jessica Simpson

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Four Favourite Disney Movies.

01: Toy Story

02: Toy Story 2

03: Beauty and The Beast

04: Enchanted (That is because Patrick Dempsey is in it!)

Four Ways You Like To Style Your Hair.

01: A ponytail.

02: In braids.

03: Double ponytails.

04: A bun.

Four Different Things On Your Desk.

01: A pile of CDs.

02: A messy stack of worksheets.

03: A photo of my family.

04: SQ21, a book which I am currently reading.

Four Close Friends.

01: Euis.

02: Suzanna.

03: Shawn.

04: Jeremy.

Four Ways To Describe You.

01: Quirky.

02: Unpredictable.

03: Thinks fondly of sleeping.

04: Overindulgent of Mcdreamies.

Four Things You Like To Do Online.

01: Youtube.

02: Blog.

03: Catch up on TV series.

04: Reading Wincest! (Guilty pleasure.)

Four Girls Names You Like.

01: Melisande. (I named my bear just that!)

02: Keaira. (That’s my mom’s Christian name. Pretty.)

03: Alyssa.

04: Damita. (It’s exotic, and it’s the name of my lovely canine.)

Four Celebrities/Bands You Can Stand.

01: J squared.

02: John Krasinski. (I have him plastered on my wall!)

03: Maroon 5. (Crazy fan here.)

04: Spongebob Squarepants. (I considered him a celebrity ever since the Patrick controversy started. Hollywood.)

The Last Four Songs You Listened To On Itunes.

01: Touch My Body by Mariah Carey.

02: Get Your Number by Mariah Carey featuring Jermaine Dupri.

03: Stay The Night by Mariah Carey.

04: Say Somethin’ by Mariah Carey featuring Snoop Dogg.

Four Favourite Pieces of Jewellery.

01: A pair of silver studded flower earrings from Goldheart.

02: A bracelet with a gigantic and circular charm dangling off it.

03: A necklace with a pendant of a glass case enclosing a grain of rice with my name written on it.

04: A necklace with a pendant of interlocking hearts.

Four Favourite Websites.

01: Darkeststar_surveys!

02: Wincest livejournals. (Aplenty.)

03: Tvshack.

04: Youtube.

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Mood: Once Scared,  now Calm.

Music: Don’t Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin

I cannot believe I found a one and only copy of this in HMV! (City Link’s outlet.)

Honestly, I had expected The Fourth World, Maroon 5’s (formerly known as Kara’s Flowers) very first studio album, to be hidden someplace in a warehouse full of unsold CDs.
Anyhow, I am sampling the album at this very moment, so I will let you know what is the verdict after a while.

All I have to say is, if you dig Maroon 5’s brand of bubblegum pop (easy listening, easily likable), you will not quite enjoy Kara’s Flowers. Kara’s is considered to be alternative rock & punk (Can you believe it? PUNK!), and I must warn you that they are far, far, far, way different from the days of This Love and Makes Me Wonder.
Think Garbage, Coldplay, The Arctic Monkeys, and those far-out bands you will never associate Maroon 5 with.

Though fans of M5 might fall in love with Soap Disco, the first track of the album. Maybe it sounds a little similar to their usual funky pop numbers.

P.S. A few heartbeats ago, I freaked out for a while when I thought the center catch of my CD player could not fit into the hole at the middle of the CD… This happens when one takes their favourite bands too seriously.

Mood: ECSTATIC!
Music: Sleepy Windbreaker by Kara’s Flowers

I am currently watching the pilot episode of La Femme, starring veterans like Zoe Tay, Ann Kok, and Tay Ping Hui. Somehow or another, this drama is an uncanny mix of past dramas.

Zoe Tay reprises her role as a submissive wife (as seen in Man at Forty, co-starring Edmund Chen.), while Ann Kok reminds me of that drama which shows that women are the ones wearing the pants in the household… Crazily, I intend to continue following this series, however much I am sick of its reprisals.

I must admit that local dramas have what I will call, plot stagnation. There is simply nothing else to write about, absolutely zit novelty and introductions of Malaysian actors.
Problem is, they’re title sequences are definite spoilers for the entire series.

So, the overview of La Femme? The look into the lives of three women and the struggles they face at work, with family, and themselves.
The usual hardships, heartaches and heartburns ensue.

Thank god for the internet.

Mood: Blah.
Music: Soap Disco by Kara’s Flowers

P.S. This is a delayed post.

You got to love Dexter.
Ok, chances are, you are thinking about Dexter from Dexter’s Laboratory.
Well, the Dexter I have in mind is very unlike the mildly demented brainiac from the hit cartoon, but a distinctly, demented grown-up.

Dexter is a name of a Showtime television series, and the name of the main character of the series. For one, I really enjoy Showtime series because they are edgy, raw and that they dare to be different. Dexter is a psychotic, mystery drama, narrated by Michael C. Hall (Six Feet Under), who also plays Dexter.

Basically, Dexter is a blood splatter analysist by day, law enforcer by night. The catch: his night job, is not as legal as you think it is. You see, Dexter kills for the better. He eliminates criminals who are lucky to have ran away from the law, or are shy from justice. The only thing is, no one knows about his night job.

Not his sister, girlfriend, no one.

He mainly lives a life of solitude, recalling days spent with his father, having an unusual childhood… Dexter is definitely not your average guy, nor boy, when he was younger. He has desires. To kill, that is.

I am well into its seventh episode, and soaking up every detail. Capturing Dexter’s narration over the episodes seem personal, yet it is what makes the first person account (of Dexter) so interesting. It seems as though the audience is participating, yet helpless because you are forced to watch his every move.

However, I must warn you that Dexter is not for the faint-hearted. If you cannot bear to stomach body parts, blood and gore (this happens in every episode.), this is not the series for you.

If you must watch it, it is to keep a lookout for Michael, because it is a true contrast to his preened and proper self in Six Feet Under. Equally uptight at certain moments though.

Mood: Indescribable.

I have the verdict on Sex and the City’s original (motion picture) soundtrack.

It’s pretty darn delicious, blardy beautiful, and freaking fabulous.

1. Labels or Love by Fergie:
   Funky, electronic, completely fergie-fied. Her voice cuts straight into the song, reminiscent of synthesized Fergie in Black Eyed Peas’ Don’t Phunk with My Heart. Having listing it as the first track in the album, was the perfect, most ideal choice. It shifts the beats to full gear, and really puts you in a party mood, all revved up for the tunes that follow.
   Plus, Fergie might be a singer with a street attitude, but the theme song of the series pulsating in the background turns the song into an absolute, classy tribute to the series.
2. All Dressed In Love by Jennifer Hudson:
   When I think of Jennifer Hudson, I think of Dreamgirls. Following that, the first thing that comes to mind is, And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going.
   I must assure you, this song does not fail, not one single bit.
   It has the Dreamgirls feel to it; big band, as I would call it. However, this fits to a T, perfect for a girls’ night out.
3. The Look of Love (Madison Park vs Lenny B Remix) by Nina Simone:
   The dreamy tinkling against the consistent, thumping club beats smoothen out the raw edges a remix might bring. A clever infusion between a classic and modern day rhythm and beats, raises the level of class up a notch, especially in the setting of an opulent club.
4. New York Girls by Morningwood:
   This is definitely the most edgy and interesting song of all. It reminds me of Hot Hot Heat meets intermittent guitar riffs. The only unique insert of the song is when random girls exclaim their love for their country, along with their accents.
5. All This Beauty by The Weepies:
   Honestly, I have a soft spot for Indie tunes. So when I came across this number, every single bone of mine squealed in uncontrollable delight. I would picture this song accompanying the girls walking into the sunset before the credits start rolling, or Carrie hanging out with Mr Big all day.
6. I Like The Way by Kaskade:
   There is no lack of urban feel to this number, and it will most likely appear in a scene when the girls get together for a couple rounds of Cosmopolitan.
7. It’s Amazing by Jem:
   Ah, the song of deception, rejection and waterworks. I would fit this into Carrie’s recollection of Mr Big? Spoilers point to the fact that Mr Big will play a runaway groom, leaving poor Carrie at the altar. So tissues, anyone?
   Nonetheless, Jem leaves me pleased with yet another one of her haunting They signature.
8. How Deep Is Your Love by The Bird & The Bee:
   One, the quirky band name immediately catches my attention. Two, airy vocals put a gentle breeze caressing Carrie’s golden locks into perception. It is one of those nostalgic and velvety voices that wraps around your heart, binding layers of memories with it.
   I love this particular Indie rendition of Bee Gee’s unforgettable classic.
9. The Heart Of The Matter by India.Arie:
   Leona Lewis meets Toni Braxton. Earthy and simplistic, it is truly a contrasting switch from the Don Henley’s Bryan-Adams-gruffy, peppered with a country twang version of the same song. Yet, it delivers a personal and endearing feel, another number to accompany those weepy moments.
10. Auld Lang Syne by Marie Campbell and Dave Francis:
    Holy, definitely holy. How this song was chosen for the soundtrack came as quite a surprise to me. Frankly, I cannot possibly imagine when they will be playing this song. When Carrie does her walk down the aisle with a stunning wedding gown? When all ends when Mr Big runs through the church doors, leaving a bawling and helpless Carrie behind?
    Food for thought, eh?
11. Kissing by Bliss:
    My first thought for this song was: sensual. Ah, all that is banished once the rumble of the thunder sets in 5 seconds after it has started.
    Tribal, with a hint of jazz, in a Heather Small’s Proud way.
12. How Can You Mend A Broken Heart by Al Green featuring Joss Stone:
    Again, a twist on a classic. Nonetheless, serenading.
    However, it sounds as if Joss Stone’s vocals was imposed onto the song. Then again, I might be wrong about that.
13. Walk This Way by Run D.M.C. featuring Steve Tyler and Joe Perry of Aerosmith:
    What can I say? A healthy dose of rock, and an explosion of vocals. It is less sassy than Fergie’s Label or Love, but it a great song before the mix comes to a close.
14. Sex And The City Movie Theme by The Pfeifer Broz. Orchestra:
    Switching up the styling of the ever-so-familiar theme song in a big band style was a fabulous idea. A memorable way to top it all off.

All in all, I will give this album a well deserved 9 stars out of 10. Credit goes to the brilliant cover versions and for that is worth for a night out with your girlfriends.

Not much can be said about the movie though.
Spoilers are available on Wikipedia… And my verdict on that is not going to be that pretty.

Mood: Naughty.
Watching: Supernatural on Channel 5

A life of decadence, hidden agendas, double-crossing, obnoxiousness and oblivion.
Welcome to the life of the Darlings, one of New York City’s wealthiest family.
Then there’s Nick George.

Once an untroubled lawyer, going about his daily running of the business.

Soon, Nick has to leave his career behind to a world where he no longer holds a job in the comfort of his profession: being a caretaker to the pack of irresponsible Darling brats, a

s I would call them.

Nick’s life has just gotten a lot worse.

I had never really properly eyed the episode as I was either out making a cuppa coffee, or preparing a bowl of warm water. So, do pardon me if my recap of Dirty Sexy Money is a little fuzzed.

To put the Darling brat pack in a room for a family discussion is not what you will dream to be in. Smart-talking, blunt remarks, a little oblivion to go a long way… The Darlings are what I would call, a mess. You see, Nick did not choose, or ever considered being around the family. However, he was unfortunately entrusted the role of the family lawyer, due to his father’s abrupt demise.

Nick’s father had served the Darlings, bringing Nick to the picture, as the Tripp, dad to brats, felt it was an endearing choice. After all, he was the perfect choice.
I mean, how difficult could the job get? Pushing some papers, providing legal assistance and advice, that is all to it… Or is it?

Drama, sensationalism, that is what I see in the brats. First day on the job, and Nick receives call after call, requesting his help for well, non-legal matters. He scrambles around the city, settling disputes, confrontations, temper tantrums, ugly truths (not enough to cause devastation.), feeling as if the worst is yet to come.

Indeed. He was right.

Many secrets lie embedded within the fragile frame of the Darlings, manipulations and deception at every turn of the corner. Now, Nick has nowhere to turn (turning away is definitely out of the question.), but only to trail the loose threads, however frustrated that his life was about to turn topsy-turvy the moment a ten million dollar payout was made, in exchange for his services.

I guess you have heard of the saying, “nothing in life comes for free”.

Oh, and it turns out that the series not only revolves about the Darlings (thank the lord.), but Nick’s pursue regarding his father’s mysterious passing.
Like I said, it is only about to get weirder…

Mood: Groggy.
Tune that’s in my mind at this instant: Heartbeat by Madonna
Watching: Honour and Passion on Channel 8

Fine. I’ll skip the fried dumplings and catching 40 winks at an earlier timing tonight.
The latter, I suppose, is out of the question.

I am binging. Or at least I have the urge to do so. A pan of fried dumplings! What was I thinking?
(Possibly mad, for even discussing this contemplation on my blog.)

Oddly, I owe it to my mother tongue papers today. Just this afternoon, I felt out of place watching online videos.
Am I ridden by guilt? Maybe.
Could it be due to my exams? Oh, it is too painful.

I just want to get this final work week over and done with (I have school till Friday.), then get a good night’s rest. A well-deserving one too. Honestly, I have been an inconsiderate fool to my body, having late-nights and what-nots. Apparently, not catching 40 winks might leave me with the deepest shade of black under my eyes, so I am not taking my chances.

Hah. I think every student has grown accustomed to shorter holidays and even shorter time (for work. Believe it or not.). It is not the least unusual to spend a whole week back in school (when it is supposed to be a school holiday.), and running against time for almost everything.
We might never get to experience a laid-back lifestyle, which pretty much explains why we crack up when the traffic jams up, or when an old lady holds up the line because she can’t read the menu.

It’s this hastiness we practice everyday, causing us to be impatient, practically intolerable of anyone or anything, who or which, gets in our way of our daily routine. Yes, routine. Though we choose to admit it or not, we are subconsciously following a particular order every, single day.

Take me for example. I wake up about 7 every day. (Not taking school days into consideration.) Around 7. Get up, flip on the switch to the television, spend about the next ten minutes cruising the channels for a reasonable food programme. When I’m slightly awake and sober enough to make my way to the kitchen, I seize the opportunity and either rifle through the cupboard looking for breakfast, or have breakfast already prepared by my parents. I spend the following hours watching more television.
Well, if I’m motivated, I’ll get on doing something else. Otherwise, it’s between the television and pocket book.

Okay now, I really feel like having a pan of fried dumplings to go with Prison Break.
Alright, I’ll settle for some Muruku.
Till then, I’ll keeping wondering what exactly is in the box that Lincoln found in the garage.

:/

P.S. Great. Before I could close this post, my mum’s hunch about the content of the mysterious box was right. It’s Sara’s severed head. Oh… That b****.

Mood: Awake.
Watching: Prison Break on Channel 5

Who Is Your Ideal Leading Man?

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Hmmm, he definitely fits my liking…
Ah well, he’s charming. No doubt about that.

P.S. Right now, I am deciding between a pan of fried dumplings, a bath, or to turn in early tonight. (I doubt I’ll consider the last option. Nay.)

Mood: Okay. (Love that smile. Casino night!)

Who Is Your Gay TV Boyfriend?

More on Brothers & Sisters. Created by BuddyTV

Okay. I have to admit that Kevin Walker is my favourite character of Brothers & Sisters. (How could anyone forget that episode of games night, when he tried to screech like a dinosaur…)

So, yeah. I’ll settle for him.

Mood: Lethargic.

Who is Your Ideal Superman?

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Oh! Awesome!
Spot on too!

Mood: Happy!
Music: Tears of Pearls by Savage Garden

What Would Simon Cowell Say About You?

More on American Idol. Created by BuddyTV

Oh! HAHA!

On a serious note, I think he’s a blardy liar.
I am a horrible singer.

Mood: Confused.
Music: I Want You by Savage Garden

I have offered words of comfort to my friends, urging them to be at peace for what’s to come tomorrow.

Ironically, I’m suffering from pre-examination jitters.

You see, graduating students sitting for the Ordinary level examination will be sitting for their first papers in… approximately ten and a half hours time.

The clock, a horrifying reminder of time passing ever, so, continuously. As steady ticks drive time, its hands rest affirmatively on each hour and minute.
Isn’t it a drag to wait?

Inevitably, anxiety arrives.
Tick-tick-tick.

Once again, you feel as though your chest has caved in and a hollowness now sits in place.
Tick-tick-tick.

Paranoia.
Tick-tick-tick.

Then again, paranoia is simply a state of mind.
Oh hush with the ticking now.

Mood: Anxious, but keeping Calm.
Music: Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye