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Life’s a Lemon

The music at the club last night was vile.

(I started using the word “vile” recently, and I like it. I certainly am getting lots of mileage on this addition to my decidedly limited vocabulary.)

Where was I? Oh yes, music at the club. It was decidedly vile (there I go again), and I was expectedly bored. The rhythm was too trancy for my taste, and the bass line gnawed at my nerves. I shuffled listlessly from one foot to another, hoping the deejay will change his deck soon.

Alas, how mistaken I was. I lamented to my fellow party-goers on what poor music they have on last night. They vehemently agreed.

It was pathetic, but I feel less lonely. There I was on the dance floor, surrounded by throngs of clubbers in various states of undress, and I felt detached.

If this is not what being older means to you, I don’t know what is. That God for friends.

Anyway, my point of this entry is not my loneliness. When I turned to Mak and asked, “Is it just me, or is the music is really bad?”

Mak shrugged and said, “I try not to think about it.”

His reply got me astounded, and reminded me of one of my (long forgotten) life principles. When you are at some place and things are not going as well as you hope it to, you take it in your stride and focus on the things that actually make you happy. Things that matter.

You make the best out of the situation. Be it vile music in a club, or a less-than-perfect date. There is a silver lining, somewhere.

Like the MSN nick of a friend said – “When life throws you lemon, make lemonade”

P.S.: Why lemon? Why don’t we say, life throws you a durian? It is certainly more painful, and maybe more bitter too.

P.S.S.: I guess because you can’t make lemonade out of a durian. Otherwise that phrase doesn’t work. A moo point.

P.S.S.S.: You know what’s a moo point? As in… moo point. Like a cow’s opinion. It doesn’t matter.

P.S.S.S.S.: I think I am getting out of point. It’s moot, isn’t it?

P.S.S.S.S.S.: I am losing count of the number of S I have to use. I better stop my P.S.-es here.

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