"When everything is too much and nothing seems real anymore,
there's nothing like the solace of turning all the lights off and blasting music you love. when every day physical comfort fails, the intangible quality of music is like a snug comforter in a room with the airconditioner turned to the max."

- ADLIN ROSLI, SINGER OF M'SIAN BAND "LIED"


taken from www.lunarin.com

this picture probably does the most justice to the recent ongoings. wellll there are a few others but... technical complications la.

it's the richness and the well saturated colours.

memories like such last the entire lifetime

minutes ago, I stumbled across a long lost song (streaming on some webpage) that I used to listen to years back on every other emo night until during a reformat when I didn't manage to save all that precious music. and hearing penfold's I'll Take You Everywhere at this random site almost made me cry

trauma = drama.

there had been life besides the more than allowed number of bad mood swings happening lately. seriously, just blame the damn weather. linda's birthday party-thing was yesterday. although a simple function and the catered food was spiked with MSG, it had been something because it is not everyday that I get to sit with people at a table and have conversations that last more than an hour long... people that I like even. bf and I then headed to suntec city to collect the super puma helicoptor model kit he had sought after for ages. it was dinner at country manna shortly after (YUM) and I'm sorry he has to always endure the many kinds of emotional torture that I never once not regret letting go full blown. makes me wonder sometimes if I would only learn when things that had been once in my hands become out of grasp.

it is a complex feeling. how do you balance out feeling yourself turn sour and the want to be appreciative at the same time?

anyway today was tuition at the kid's place before heading down to his for some long overdue love and exercise. his boxes have finally arrived, together with that bike which everyone is amazed/amused with. so he rode dunno how many kilometers with me on skates... initially to jurong east but the route came to an end abruptly so we had to turn back, only to meet with a storm. stopped for a while before heading to holland village for dinner, and I was sent off at buonavista mrt station.

we definitely should do it more often,
muscle aches or not.

melancholy at its best example