by all descriptions, this may well turn out to be a forlorn moment where the appropriate remedy would be to indulge in self-pity.

 

cyan evening sky, with nary a puff of white cloud or stream of sunshine in sight. feeling hungry, lethargic and almost bored to tears with the papers to read. then the songs from the wedding playlist (cousin's wedding) start and it's david tao's silky voice crooning a love ballad , which interestingly 6 years ago drea said that she'll marry the guy who sings that song to her. so there, hungry, sick of work and sick of not wanting to concentrate on work, feeling dreary and lovey dovey ballads start playing to make me feel almost forlorn.

 

almost. but heyhey, it's saturday night and kc's going to whisk me off to dinner ~! :)