With a foot over

It's still nice and windy. The wind's making warped moaning noises as it pushes against the windows.

Currently wearing a light quilty-looking jacket that's grey and faded, in a purplish-pinkish-greenish sort of way. Nearly wore this for a whole day, along with my PJs.
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Bamboo's awesome power over the rock masses as The Dude Who Sang Noypi is amazing. And it surprises me. Sure, he's good, but his music rather stikes me as some sort of jazzy rock rambling. His songs, expecially those in English, never seem to be grounded in any theme; it's so... random, but connected in a way. Then again, to define is to limit. It makes them hardly singable though. Bamboo manages that without a hitch-- except that the way he intones the words, sometimes, seem so predictable and similar. I find myself hearing an echoes of his songs in his songs. (Does that makes sense?) It's like... I can make a medley by connecting those instances where the songs nearly sound the same, even for a moment.

Still, this might just be me. Wouldn't want everybody aiming for my jugular vein after I post this...

Just making noise in this little corner of the world.
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Happy Mother's Day to my Mummy, and to my lovely cousins.