Someone once said that music is food for the soul. Truly an apt description, don't you think? Be it the raw, unadulterated angst of Daughtry, soul and funk by the BE-Peas or the smooth serenades of Buble, my soul has indeed been indulging good. :-) If music is soul food, Buble's voice is the food orgasm. The effect of his voice is not unlike the feeling of someone pouring warm, thick and rich dark chocolate all over your skin, and then proceeding to lick it all, off bit by bit. Slowwwly.
Feeling slightly happier today after a good night's sleep...even managed to clean out and re-organise my wardrobe. This time I only had the patience to do it by clothing type, not by colour like last time. If you're reading this with a gaping mouth and shaking your head in disbelief, YES, I'm that anal and neurotic about certain things. ;-) Looking forward to social activities lined up for the coming weekend, as well as next week. Yay Kbox! Haircut's scheduled for Saturday evening (FINALLY!!), which means I gotta rush home right after Jap to meet Elaine the hairdresser who's making a house call. I'm definitely not gonna be able to attend 31/05's class dinner at Azabu Sabo. Sorry to disappoint...I'm feeling sore not just because I can't catch up with everyone, but also 'cos I so want to try the red bean ice cream!
Chatted with Yoggi online for awhile in the afternoon. We started talking about "Twelfth Night" (our O-level Lit play) and it was nostalgia nostalgia all over again. Ahhhh. 'If music be the Food of Love, play on!'
Bathtime after Corinne Bailey Rae provides a dose of whimsicality, ending this post on a sweet, dreamy note.
"Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet..." Such saccharine, subtle sensuality. I like.
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