"it's damien rice"

"i want you to listen to this song", he offers his earphones to her. she takes them and plugs them into her ears.

"nice, who is this?"
"it's damien rice"
"it's really nice, can i hold on to your player for a while?"

before leaving the bee farm where the shooting has taken place, the crew members make a quick stop to get some home-manufactured honey. to the amazement of the crew members, the boss has voluntarily bought everyone a bottle. everyone in the list should have one.
being the newest crew member on the set, her name does not appear in the list, so she isn't allocated a bottle. it's apparent that she feels disappointed, feels left out. seeing her predicament, he hands over his bottle of honey to her, "here, take this. i can't finish the whole bottle anyway". the small bottle of honey manages to bring back the smile to her face immediately.
"thank you so much"
"you're welcome"

it was sweet indeed.

before the van leaves for kl, he somehow manages to manipulate the seating position in the van so that he could sit next to her. not long after the van leaves melaka, he offers to swap mp3 players with her. she obliges with a smile. he wants to capture her heart with that song again and is also curious about her taste in music.

dusk comes fast and the setting sun leaves the van colder and colder. everyone in the van seems to be sleeping soundly, after a hard day's work. he slowly opens his eyes to take a peep at her sleeping next to him, again. she seems to be a bit cold, he thinks to himself. slowly, he takes off his jacket and puts it over her shoulders, waking her up in the process.
"what are you doing?"
"you're cold. take this"
"what about you? not cold meh?"
"i'm fine, you take this" he replies and goes back to sleep.

the peeping continues.

the cold keeps him awake from time to time. he turns around and finds her sleeping better with his jacket. it's all worth it, he thinks to himself, giving himself a pat on the back.

not bad music taste, he thinks to himself, grinning.

after reaching the office and finish unloading the equipments, they all head down to get home.

"you sure you have a ride home?", he asks her, hoping she would say no.
"yeah, i'm fine. it's on the way"

no more excuses to hang around, he walks her to the entrance of the office building and says goodbye. as soon as they reach the entrance, she takes a look around and turns back to him saying,

"my boyfriend is here, bye. rest well", and heads towards the car.

he says bye and walks slower than usual to his car so that he can take a better look at the car picking her up. it's a huge 4-wheel drive SUV with gleaming lights. privileged number plates thrown in.

ouch.

he continues to walk to his retirement-bound-alarm-not-working-break-thinning proton. it takes him a good third try to get it started.

ooouch...

blues never fade away

after listening to muse's 'unintended' her fren jus sent her, she said to him,"it sounds sad, so better not listen to it"..."it'll pass, jus try to get some sleep"
it was somehow chanced that the current song playing in his playlist was elton john's "blues never fade away"... what are the odds? perhaps it was indeed time to immerse into the blues, once again..
in "the white oleander", michelle phifer told her daughter that loneliness is a human condition, so don't fight it, use it...
well said...
perhaps it was because the mooncake festival was near approaching, the moon was nearing to its perfect orbit, that such blue feelings seemed to be heightened... or it could be the dreams he has been having, some of them with her in the picture, in good terms...or it could just simply be that he has in fact, been missing her...like usual, just perhaps a little more this time...
ha...must be the moon...
but really, what good does all this missing do? will it change anything? should it?
perhaps it shows that no matter how many channels you have in your disposal, no matter how many films you have to watch, no matter how much information you should in fact be getting hold of on the internet, they simply can't take the place of one...
will it change anyting? he doesn't know...
should it change anything? it seems that it should...
damien has put it rather well:
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball...