Come Hither.

One man drinking games.



As I read the words you wrote last night, the butterflies are creeping through my spine. I was caught in an awkward silence, broken down by the sound of your prelude that you played to open our symphony. As I hear the words you're saying tonight, I'm falling for them every single time. And this is where my heart is cold and torn, as the roses dip their heads a little further to the ground. So I'll waste these nights for a while. 'Cause we don't want to fall for us.




Has anybody noticed how difficult it is to get a CD in Singapore? Even the salesperson never heard of the artist you want, so don't tell me to search for the genres. Because the real talents can handle any genre equally well. Genre-division is too vague, I say.

As for now, the only solution is to send an SOS to my magical unicorn!

I think, everybody should check out Graham Colton Band. They play great acoustic, though sad enough, I could hardly find it in Gramophone, HMV ( I gave up at the second level ) and That CD Shop. Seek alternatives, you say? Yea, I think so too. My unicorn, lor!




The White Tie Affair.