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colours never lie

Eriko Imai

Thursday, March 15, 2007



If you asked me, what makes me like Eriko so much, I'd tell you without a doubt, I like her smile.


Her smile makes me feel happy. That's what I never told anyone about. It's not something that's easy to explain, and something that's not easy for others to comprehend. People'll probably retort me by saying I'm stupid or senseless.


There isn't a concrete reason to why I like listening to her songs.

In true fact, I listen to BoA more often than listening to Eriko.

However, it's not about how often I listen to her songs, or whether I can sing every one of her songs that makes me a fan.

In fact, I just ridiculed myself by remembering her birth year wrongly.


It's about me admiring her work, and admiring her courage to face up to things I won't ever face up to on my own. But I don't explain this to anyone.


I didn't explain this to you, baby.

I didn't tell you I admired her courage for giving birth to her son albeit all odds. I didn't tell you I admired her bubbly character.


People idolise because somewhere somehow, in the idol, they see what they wish they could be, but will never be.

There are many unnamed difficulties I have in me, that I won't ever speak of to anyone.

Which is what stops me from getting what I want.

Which is what makes me idolise.


Don't ask me why I chose Eriko Imai out of the billions of other better singers.

People have differing likes, and dislikes.

People have different weightage of things, different views on everything.


So respect me, respect my choice.



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