if you guys haven’t noticed, i am very fond of the moon (not forgetting the dragonflies, the slow, jazzy-like music, the literary works, the …) ermm getting back to the moon, its the full ones i like, to be precise. because it gives more effects to your brain, thinks i. don’t believe me? go goggleityoumoron.com (pretty thanks, jane..heh)
just a while ago, it felt like i could write anything about something. but then, i lost it somehow.
later, i walked out of the residential college building and behold! the fullmoon, with all its glory, awaits me. tutorial session done, am back in the room. ‘drugging’ myself with nescafe iced (this is as far as i go heh) and ‘emo’ing to michael bublĕ’s delicious-manly-voice and very pleasant and stimulating lyrics + make-you-wanna-boogie-music again and again and again (come to think of it, listening to him now is like bucketing oil into already raging flames) ha ha.
“you give your hand to me
and then you say hello
and i can’t hardly speak
my heart is beating so
and anyone can tell
you think you know me well
well, you don’t know me”
- You Don’t Know Me, Michael Bublĕ.
“Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness” - Peter Wilmot in Diary, A Novel by Chuck Palahniuk.
mine is almost always madness (can’t really dance to bublĕ’s that you are not here eh jane). or was it from the ‘scar’ of an injury??
surely, it doesn’t help to brush away the queasy feeling am having. the uncertainness, the awkwardness, the stifled smiles, the happy but shaky thoughts, the would-he-know-if-i-didn’t-tell-it-in-his-face game. however, the music has some calming effect (can’t say the same thing about the drink though, caffeine aite) and btw am sure i will be all better in 8 days time. hihi. insyaallah.
oh well, here we go again.
so help me God.
