Stuck in a Moment – U2

I’m not afraid
Of anything in this world
There’s nothing you can throw at me
That I haven’t already heard
I’m just trying to find
A decent melody
A song that I can sing
In my own company 

 

I never thought you were a fool
But darling, look at you. Ooh.
You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight
‘Cause tears are going nowhere baby

 

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And now you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it


I will not forsake
The colors that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks
They left you with nothing

I am still enchanted
By the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears
Through your eyes I can see

You are such a fool
To worry like you do.. Oh 
I know it’s tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don’t really need now
My, oh my

 

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh lord look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment 
And you cant get out of it

 

I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm ’til you discover how deep
I wasn’t jumping, for me it was a fall
It’s a long way down to nothing at all

 

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it

 

And if the night runs over
And if the day won’t last
And if your way should falter
Along this stony pass

It’s just a moment
This time will pass

 

 

It’s been 2 years.

And as I looked desperately at your shoulder, the dangling silver Christmas decor, as my eyes lost focus, all in an attempt to look at anything but your eyes, those eyes that told you everything, and yet nothing. I knew I couldn’t look at you in the eye, as you told me the words that I already heard in my mind a hundred times. I’d already rehearsed this, different versions of it even. Each and every version less dramatic, and more subtle. From the initial, teary run through a hall that looked vaguely like a Germanic airport terminal; to the subtle hand hold that said everything; to reality. Reality: undramatic, nondescript and ultimately more telling than anything. That this fearful happenstance had already happened-ed, maybe on the first day of the first term of the first year at Warwick, maybe last Tuesday as I tucked into a bowl of ramen, whatever it was, I already knew. And Anything else is really a lie. 

 

I must have gotten over you – 

 

Already. I must have. Nothing else can explain the non-event that should have been… Am I unstuck from this moment?

 

 

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Cuir de Russie: A Chanel Parfums Experience.

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I was invited by my dear old friend Chew Lin??who I met back in my NS MUNing days to go smell some perfumes with her at the Chanel Boutique in Marina Bay Sands, in Singapore. But even that description feels pedestrian when set against what we actually ended up doing. What we did in the end really was an experience. A uniquely Chanel experience I must add, at once luxurious and yet at the same time, perfectly functional. It was meant to educate us, the uninformed consumer, to make me aware of all that Chanel had to offer on a whole, but at the same time – give me a taste of what perfumes can and really should be.

As we sat down in front of our perfumes specialist, Jean Loy, we were introduced to a table filled with little ceramic "wands" or blotters, to give them their proper name. And as I sat at this magical table, I was taken on a journey, through florals, woods, aromatics and orientals. I am so in awe now of the range of possibilities, and at the same time, reverential, of the process and the history behind each and every scent. What I did come away with though was a newfound respect for smell, and how as Jean so aptly put, we've lost our ability to smell. It's so fundamental, and yet, as I was taken through each and every scent, I came to realise how un-nuanced I was when describing smell, and how unable to discern subtlety one can be at times.

Not to sound sycophantic, but I now have a newfound respect for the House of Chanel, and really do want to go out and buy myself the two perfumes that you see I managed to cadge samples of as well as Egoiste: A manly, peppery, and yet intimate and well constructed scent. Also – Cuir de Russie: A deliciously woody, leathery scent, and yet balanced, without any of the "freshness" that you find in modern scents that feels so faddish but are probably here to stay. And of course, last but certainly not least: No. 5 (EDT). It is highly reminiscent of the classic 5 parfum, but places a stronger emphasis on the sandalwood and spoke to my animal brain, bringing up many happy memories of my childhood.??

I cannot wait to go make take a trip to 31 Rue Cambon (Coincidentally, a Chanel perfume) , and soak in all that Chanel is. And who knows, come away with yet another experience to remember.

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