Unintended
Click to viewUnintended - Muse
Yeap, you could be my unintended.
This song was the only song that kept me sane during the darkest times of my life. The experience of living through the darkest yet sodding sad period of my life and emerged from it beaming with happiness was something I could very well identify with this song. Ah, it was love, unintended love.
Now, when I listen to this song, I feel a wave of helplessness. Ironic. It was this song that pulled me away and out from sinking deeper into the abyss of sadness. However, at this very moment, I feel like I am being reeled in deeper and further inside this dark and depressing hole to nowhere by an unseen force. Or, there are moments where I feel like I am in a trance like mode and I am floating aimlessly towwards it. Scary? You tell me.
But, I guess this is happening because "you could be my unintended" is not happening this time round which is also probably explains why the once "trick" backfired
Right, so when it backfires, I have to scurry around and find a new way to get out or at least try to not suddenly go into trance like mode and without realising float into the hole. So, I try my usual hair therapy in hopes of feeling better, well if not slightly should suffice, for the night. Hahaha!
Steven wasn't around thus Adam took over my hair today. Adam was perplexed and I must say rather amused when he found out why I was back in Twister this evening. Well, he did try to give me some words of comfort in the most blatant-deal-with-it way whilst he painstakingly showered my hair with love and patience. In his words, "shit happens right? life goes on."
Indeed so and so did a few inches of my hair. I got him to trim the ends of my utterly damaged poor hair which I believe hot only has accumulated all the disappointment and heartache for the past months (especially past one month) but also all the rubbish chemicals I have been lathering my hair with.
I look like this now...
Pardon moi. My vainity and hiao-ness plus all the consciousness made me wore my wayfarers in the room despite it being at night time but *coughs coughs* sometimes a pair of red eyes is better not to be seen.
I honestly wish I have a hair stylist at my beck and call each morning before I make my way to work to just maintain my hair at its top mad gorgeousness. Don't I look decently awesome with my right-after-saloon-hair? I bet tomorrow it will look horribly ugly again.
With that, I end this entry with a liner from the song in this post.
"You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions."
Guten nacht babies!