Sheer luck

Every so often I get introduced to pretty, good music. Then I'd take the whole weekend to clean my ipod and look at my random post-it notes with songs I don't want to forget. First time to find out that the artist below is also in my list of music to download.

Friendship unfolding

Meeting new people, with whom you share the same interests with, is a dime in a dozen. 

Strange implications

I don't like it when people post songs that have hateful lyrics/ expressing hate/anger/disgust about someone else.

It clearly has no good intentions and I think it is more hurtful than backstabbing.

The receiver person who is involved and fully aware of the evil person's situation is put into a very tragic spot. S/he cannot assume or deny. Add to that agony that person's love for music if s/he is well engaged with music and the words played. 

Well I would easily get hurt or be affected when I see a friend do that to me. I just don't get it why you're doing this. Better sign off from you.

Wasted daylight

Maybe I have been waiting. Patiently. And you don't have the slightest idea.

I am here a thousand miles away but I feel my soul has longed for you. Maybe its just me being in love with the idea of love, but the stillness of the sea has drowned every noisy thing out but you.

How long must I wait?

The image of your face relaxes me.

I wish I don't have to keep thinking of you. What use is this burden to me if it is leading nowhere. My mind could learn to be free and to live only in the present.

Everybody just leaves anyway.

Would you ever come looking for me?

About today

It is the end of the day and I feel like singing "The National - About Today" to myself. My brain is getting messed up again and stretches itself open to the sacredness of life. The orderly fashion of dealing with misery starts at the point of my own failure to sigh. I wanted to cry somehow but no tears escape my eyes. Why am I sad again? My trip to South Korea was fun. I just got home.

Sometimes I worry that at the end of my life I may not be brave enough to face death and for that I would remain a ghost. I dont want that to happen. I want to be at peace.

Traffic in the sky

It's my first time to encounter winter season and it is unbearable. The warmth of the morning sun isn't enough to feel my toes.

Being homesick when there isn't anyone waiting back home is the oddest thing. Korea do seem interesting but home has been on my mind.

*Traffic in the sky - Jack Johnson

How will this all end?

I've been more introspective these days. 

Choosing to stay at home than meet up with friends for dinner invitations. 

Choosing to eat at my desk than join the lunch-hour chatter. 

It's easy to get lost in other people's stories, sensible or senseless, and get blinded by tangible things. Sometimes I do get into these episodes when there are so many things going on. I want to step back. The information overload makes me hard to remember dates experiences moments. 

Scattered thoughts, scattered head, scattered things, scattered head.

It's all over the place. I don't want to end up jaded.

I always have the strangest feeling that the disease I fear the most is what will hit me.