with every high comes the crashing down, and at the moment i'm riding the wave towards the trough at the speed of light, i suppose. all i could say is for a brief 2 hours, all the troubles, all the worries were nowhere to be felt. it was like lifting the stone off my shoulders and the rain cloud over my head.
everyone was there, jimi, srv, neil young, the peppers. and soulful, soulful acoustic guitars, with chords that tickled every nerve at the back of my palm. and my feet they start dancing, and i forget everything in that moment.
everything was so fitting, the place, the time. snowy saturday night in a coffee house. shimmering lights ghosting past the draped windowsill. torn up wooden floorboards, candles...
and the sounds, the sounds. and the pictures that surround me.
i felt so lost, yet i've never felt so right at home.
+listening to: riddle by dispatch
Saturday, December 4
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Thursday, December 2
| christmas lights | ![]() |
i don't know what it is, but lately i've been struggling with this feeling. i can't put words to it, but i think i've found exactly how it feels like, in a song.
it's been a while since a song had made me tear. but it's such a perfect song. that just describes this place i'm in, in between, not anywhere but in between.
another 28 days till this year of joy, anguish, pain and everything else in between comes to a conclusion. it seems so soon, yet christmas feels like such a far off concept.
may all your troubles soon be gone, oh christmas lights, keep shining on....
+listening to: christmas lights by coldplay
Tuesday, November 30
| hmm | ![]() |
just got an invite from a friend to go to rugby practice. who'd have known he was on the team? totally out of the blue. to go or not to go... that is the question.
maybe it's a sign. telling me that i should do something about my life. and not just keep waiting on things to happen.
+listening to: nothing
Monday, November 22
Monday, November 15
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every time i eat a baked sweet potato, i think about my grandma. it scares me how vivid those memories still are in my head. i must have been 5 or 6 years old, huddled around a charcoal pit, on a chilly fall day waiting for those ash strewn globules of deliciousness to cook. somehow my grandma would always know when they're done, perhaps wisdom that comes along with old age.
it's kind of funny how our earliest and most vivid memories are always about food. and we never grow out of what we grew up eating. the comfort food of our past, it does more than just quell our belly-aching, i'd like to think it warms our soul.
maybe it is not the food itself that triggers a response in our emotions. that is not to say that they are not tasty, just that maybe it is something else, a sweetness associated with other things surrounding the idea of the food we ingest. perhaps the process of making them, or maybe the people we're with while we consumed them.
i just wanted to write this down before i forget, and until the next time i decide to bake myself another sweet potato, which would almost certainly be sooner than later.
+listening to: nothing
Sunday, November 14
Saturday, November 6
| i've learnt | ![]() |
not to get too emotionally attached to people, objects, events. because whatever it is, it can only be ephemeral. they come and go, but i'll always be here. so if i appear distant and unfathomable, i apologize. it's not intentional, it's just me habitually ridding myself of feelings.
feeling nothing is always infinitely better than feeling depressed.
confiding in your buddies is always a challenge. it is the self doubt that is most agonizing - not knowing if they'd be ok with what you say, not knowing if they'd look/talk to you the same way after hearing you out.
it's always the not knowing isn't it? well i know now. that there's at least still 2 people in this world that i can talk to with an absolute peace of mind, and just be who i am. i'm really really grateful.
it's like an angel from montgomery, a much needed reprieve from the predicament i'm in.
+listening to: riddle by dispatch
Thursday, November 4
| fallin' | ![]() |
suddenly i feel like i don't know what is going on anymore. everything is falling apart. it's like i've hit a speed bump again. and this bump has been rough on me. that sick feeling from a year ago is creeping up. i can feel it breathing down my neck. don't ever wanna feel that way again, then again sometimes, some things are just beyond our control.
+listening to: nothing

