A blog post written by Stefanie Sun

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

11

As I await the release of Number 11 with abated breath, I start to wonder how much of the past will come and smack me in the face.
The promotion schedule's been lined up, some really exciting plans are in the works, Wonderful Music have warned me of tough days ahead.
Tough. Days.
Ha.

Will it perhaps require me standing in minus four degrees in a singlet with
pelting ice? Or living in a glass box with cameras switched on 24/7 ala Truman
show? Explain to the world the monstrosity of a much publicised event? Or would
it require the most painful fear of facing your acne in the mirror?

I recollect my past with some amusement. And a little twitch. But most of all I
feel so freaking grateful.

What a difference they have made. These testy events, these hard to swallow
pills. In the words of Alanis Morisette (yea not a good choice, the album marked
the end of her career),

"Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence."



Aha, but I have another list to add:


Thank YOU.
And him.
And her.
And good cleanser.
And courage,.... there's also airconditioning, story books, love, N, katy perry, posturpedic beds, Jonah's questions, fertiliser, Barney Stinson, Kenn C, kind
words, Miso, daily affirmation with Jessica, , parents, Edward Sharpe and the
Magnetic Zeros, Christian the Lion, Fiona Apple, fire trucks, Aomori Gymnasts blah blah blah blah ...


See it doesn't just end at silence. There are so many many many other things.

:)

Posted by Abel at 11:59