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Josephine

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Josephine

Come Josephine In My Flying Machine,
Going up she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam,
In the air she goes! There she goes!
Up, up, a little bit higher,
Oh! My! The moon is on fire
Come Josephine in my flying machine,
Going up, all on, "goodbye!"


Oh,my dear Josephine.How i have loved you more than your name.The first time i heard this song sung in a movie i was moved,when Jack held Rose's hands as she looked up into the sky,full of stars upon the wooden,adrift on the sea.

I have finally came to a conclusion as to what name i should give my guitar.You might think of it as an obsession of some kind,to name a lifeless thing such as a musical instrument.However,i find it a pretty meaningful thing to do,in a way.I mean,it's always there when i am depressed,frustrated,or simply there listening to what i have to say,or play.The truth is,actually,that a guitar makes a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend.It doesnt fight back,and it has the best figure anybody could ask for.

The idea of giving names to guitars is not an unusual one.However,despite having heard of such practises,i have never myself met anybody who has done so until Samantha's existence.She has a couple of guitars,and the one she brought to school once was introduced to me as "Tiffany".I thought the name was cute,and thought that maybe i should give my own guitar a name as well.However,my previous guitar was a three hundred dollar sub-standard guitar,despite it being my birthday present back then.I do cherish it,but i do not love it all that much,though.It is in a bad state now,and in a way i do feel guilty about it.Therefore,perhaps it was wise of me not to have named it,given it any names.It wouldve personified the guitar,and in a way deepen the guilt if i were to see it sitting in the corner gathering dust.

Ahmad too,has a name for his guitar.Actually,the name was given purely out of his laziness.Fina is her name,and simply because of the fact that the brand of the guitar itself is Fina.How convenient of him,dont you think?But then again,Fina is not such a bad name anyway.

So,i thought of just naming my guitar after the brand.However,Martin doesnt sound like a female name at all.If i were to say "Hey i brought my wife Martin today" people wouldve looked at me like i am the lead actor in Brokeback Mountain 2.Anyhow,Martin definitely wasnt the name for my guitar,i figured.

Thus,my guitar remained nameless for the longest time.I dont know why,but i conjured up the name only a few moments ago.Thanks to JiaYing,i guess,who was discussing about names she should adopt after her baptism.I suggested Faye,Natalie and Nicole to her.And i guess somewhere during the course of brainstorming for names i remembered how the name Josephine struck a chord,and how i first heard it from the movie Titanic.It is a beautiful name,to me.And then i thought that perhaps i should finally give my guitar a real name.

Josephine,it is.

So in a way,Josephine is my beloved now.Finally personified,i see her with a different thought now.Before this,she was merely an instrument of fun,perhaps entertainment even.But now,i see her and think,"What can i possibly do with you today,Josephine my dear?" It is kinda freaky,really.I understand your concerns,if you are frowning to this entry and worrying about my mental stability.But friends,i assure you that it is fine,and that i am in a completely sane state of mind.

However,in a way,i tend to see things from different perspectives.Pathetic,it rather is,to have a wife,a girlfriend to be a musical instrument.It's all for the fun of it,of course.Nothing serious is going to come out of this personification.But i guess it means something,something about me as a person.

Now,where is my Josephine,truly?Outside of this wood,these strings,these knobs and screws.Where is my Josephine,who is she really?Does she exist,or simply a personification,a part of a literature term we learnt in school?Do i have a Josephine myself,save for the one sitting on my couch now just sitting,waiting?

Are you real,Josephine?

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