Because I Like To
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Because I Like To
I like it now.
My window is opened,the smell is haze is coming back.I know i am allergic to the smell of the haze,sneezing my nose off everytime i open the window.I cant see the HDBs in the distance again,and that is always a good sign.I feel dreamy again,or is it the haze drifting through my nostrils and intoxicating my brain?
I like to turn off the lights in my room,leaving the yellow bedside lamp on.Then take Josephine out from the case and start playing some sad songs on it in the middle of the night.I cannot stop playing See You Soon by Coldplay,and Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead.Such vulerable and depressing songs,best fit on a night like this.
My fingers are aching now,and i dont really care.I find my mind slowly drifting into a state of hiatus.As much as i love life like that,just picking up a guitar and play all through the night,talking on the phone with a wonderful conversationist till 6am in the morning,waking up at 1230nn,with my mother staring at me in disbelief;I cant help but wonder how it dulls my senses,how the blog goes on a standstill on days like that,on lazy-hazy days.
Perhaps one day,just perhaps,i might post an entry that says "Hiatus",like my good friend Corinna and say that i am taking a break from life,life being the toxic fume that suffocates us all sometimes.My life is like a random chord progression right now.Just the basic chords,one after another,playing long and slowly into the night.The player doesnt know where the song is heading,nor does he know when it is going to end.His mind is blank,and his fingers are moving to their own accord.I am drifting,borne by the waves,willingly into the dark.
But i like it like that.
I like it like that.
I like it now.
My window is opened,the smell is haze is coming back.I know i am allergic to the smell of the haze,sneezing my nose off everytime i open the window.I cant see the HDBs in the distance again,and that is always a good sign.I feel dreamy again,or is it the haze drifting through my nostrils and intoxicating my brain?
I like to turn off the lights in my room,leaving the yellow bedside lamp on.Then take Josephine out from the case and start playing some sad songs on it in the middle of the night.I cannot stop playing See You Soon by Coldplay,and Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead.Such vulerable and depressing songs,best fit on a night like this.
My fingers are aching now,and i dont really care.I find my mind slowly drifting into a state of hiatus.As much as i love life like that,just picking up a guitar and play all through the night,talking on the phone with a wonderful conversationist till 6am in the morning,waking up at 1230nn,with my mother staring at me in disbelief;I cant help but wonder how it dulls my senses,how the blog goes on a standstill on days like that,on lazy-hazy days.
Perhaps one day,just perhaps,i might post an entry that says "Hiatus",like my good friend Corinna and say that i am taking a break from life,life being the toxic fume that suffocates us all sometimes.My life is like a random chord progression right now.Just the basic chords,one after another,playing long and slowly into the night.The player doesnt know where the song is heading,nor does he know when it is going to end.His mind is blank,and his fingers are moving to their own accord.I am drifting,borne by the waves,willingly into the dark.
But i like it like that.
I like it like that.
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