I think i am a glutton. I cannot take the cold weather. It drives me to extremes of hunger. I had like a total of like 6 meals today. Breakfast. Brunch. Lunch. Tea. Dinner. Supper. And not to mention a lot of snacking along the way. I am very very hungry. Darn.

Anyway tonight was nothing short of beautiful. Not literally beautiful but the mood and everything was somehow so poignant. Saw a lot of things tonight.

What does it feel like to finish mugging pharmacology on such a night. It is beautiful. My lucid mind has returned. I finished understanding the mumbling professor's notes in record time. I also had a very nice Ban Mian for Dinner. Everything was just pitch perfect for what i had to do later. It was just leading up to it. I wrote a song. Not my first song but it takes a lot from me just to write a song. I am not a professional song writer but i like writing songs. It's a beautiful art. I love writing songs but the inspiration never comes to me. It only arrives in a periodic frenzy when i try my utmost to write as much as possible. I am but an amateur. It is really hard sometimes to come up with the lyrical poetry that those professionals can create. And i don't mean Jolin Tsai crap. The night was and remains part of my inspiration. I have always been a night person. To quote F. Scott Fitzgerald. Tender is the Night. I salute thee, Night, for making me inspired to put these into words.

Anyway, when you love somebody, a part of you will never be the same again. A part of you is forever with her/him and it is difficult to disentangle from the complexities of the intricate nature of relationships. What is reality, what are deams? What is truth and what is fiction. Love blurs all these boundaries and possibly reduces all logical processes to naught. When you love somebody, you will love the person for his/her entirety and you will not cease to love even when things are over or don't work out. For you have given a part of your heart away and it will forever remain a soft spot. A spot which will forever be inflammed and sore. For once you had it all, now all that remains is that which stokes the remains.

Disclaimer: Do not take the above out of context. Thanks. I am just feeling exceptionally expressive. Cos today i could think. After coffee.



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