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My favourite thing.

Only twenty days into the new year, but it feels as though already two months have come and gone.

So far, I have: caught the gripping two-hour finish to a popular sci-fi TV series, teared up during the finale of a cooking competition, signed off two big projects at work, rejoiced over two pieces of good news, tried to stop one leaking faucet, put to use one out of two expiring vouchers, and taken just a few steps closer to realising a two-year-old dream. Not necessarily in that order, of course, and I assure you that I do not have an unhealthy obsession with a particular number whatsoever.

But perhaps the best are yet to come: a handful of new albums from my favourite bands, some travel excitement in the cards, a few structural changes at the workplace, dozens of unread books from past warehouse sales, and additional responsibilities (or rather, worries) more befitting that of a mature working adult than a grumpy high school teenager.

Sometimes the signs are simply there: it is when the stars and planets in the universe are aligned so perfectly, and when the skies above are dressed in blue so completely, that you cannot help but feel – and you know, with a certain degree of optimism that you cannot even bear to understand – that maybe, just maybe, things are meant to fall neatly into place.

And they will have to. For our sakes.

Details of this entry.Sunday, January 20, 2013, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Blank Slate, The National

Erase this.

The curtains are soon drawing to a close, the end-of-year lists are being swiftly brought out, and we are looking to finishing it all with a pretty cherry on top – or so we think.

To be honest, the prospect of a new year has always hardly excited me; the usual practices of singing the auld lang syne with friends both new and old, watching fireworks blazing across the skies until our necks become sore, and doing the countdown like in days of yore – all of these have never truly featured in any of my new year eves of the past.

No, I am not about to start doing it either.

Just the thought of having to adjust to writing a new date leaves me with a dull fatigue usually associated with long-haul flights: it is the sort of lethargy that eagerly continues dissipating until you gradually cease in your anticipating. And this time, it feels as though we could actually be going places and not just changing phases.

But of course, you already know that these days I am no longer a festival, let alone a parade.

Tunnel vision lights my way
Leave a little light today.

Details of this entry.Saturday, December 15, 2012, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Sullivan, The National

Another tomorrow.

I don't want to get over you.

To some, today is a day of many happy birthdays, meaningful anniversaries and pressing deadlines; there may be many more to remember, but only one can be Mr. November.

To others, today may well change the future of their lives; it could become a valuable piece of history rewritten but with a price, or an uninteresting footnote jotted down in the archives.

To the rest of us, today is really just another random date in the calendar; the sun will rise and the rains shall fall, hardly another wonder waiting to be told.

But while elsewhere people are either focusing on graver matters of the state and merrily bedecked in colours blue and red, here I am still with a sheepish smile on my face, and with my priorities sorely misplaced. A year means nothing when a night can be everything.

Life-changing moments are not made; they simply are.

This is mine.

Details of this entry.Tuesday, November 06, 2012, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.,

Miss me less.

I wonder if I am close to breaking my no-outdoor-music-festival rule. I have missed seeing some of my favourite bands in action precisely because of this; I simply dread the idea of having said bands be forever associated with memories of bad red sunburn, muddy white sneakers and maybe yellow hipster sunglasses. But being exposed to the elements is probably child’s play, when compared to being miserably alone and slowly drowning in a sea of thousands.

Truth is, I now crave very much for a more intimate setting between band and fan. And that means being at the front row of a dark concert hall – with blood red velvet drapes that welcome many a cheer; soft, muted spotlights that live and breathe as they appear; and excellent acoustics that resonate with every laboured musical note, and the depth and warmth of a baritone so revered.

Well, there is always a first time for everything. But I am curious to know who has the power to make me a turncoat.

Details of this entry.Tuesday, September 25, 2012, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Our Composition Book, Wild Nothing

Perfect disguise.

Strange lights flicker overhead, like moths with lives eventually bound to fade. Secret messages get sent, like raindrops slow and trickling in their descent.

A whole year can truly make all the difference. I feel not just slighted but also shortchanged, and something tells me that the devil is in the details.

It punctuates those moments in days of yore: when clear blue skies would magically conjure the best of stories, and long lost loves would bravely weather through all worries.

Even the most hardworking of periods and commas could not have done it any better, always getting stuck in between lengthy sentences and lacking some grace in others’ presence.

And so I am greatly relieved that this silence is, for once, made not only by me.

What’s that riding on your everything? It isn’t anything at all.

Details of this entry.Saturday, September 01, 2012, filed under Musings.
Recent tracks played are displayed on Last.fm.Gravity Rides Everything, Modest Mouse

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