sentimentalist's silent night

it's so quiet that you can even hear the alarm clock's arm moving and ticking, the sound of the swishing fan, the sound of a pin drop and you will notice even the tiniest rustle of the bin bag at the corridor as the cat digs in for food. the silence of the night is occasionally broken by fire-crackers exploding in the dark and starless sky.

it's a still and breezy night.

here i am,randomly typing (and also continuously backspacing) while looking out into the darkness of the night, lighten up by pin-pricks of lights. everything seems slow today, as if time has frozen. as if, the whole residential college is owned by me, only me. a few days before, laughter and the sound of slippers slapping on the floor could be heard from every dimension. today, i miss the music that blasted off yee ling's speakers.

it's indeed a quiet night.

i walked down the corridor of level 3 earlier, hoping to hear and detect signs of civilisation, well, accept for the cat. to my un-surprise, my room is the only one that displays excessive usage of electricity (powering my laptop, charging cellphone, boiling water for milo and charging my mp3 simultaneously).

it's weird. on such a quiet environment, i am still energetic. unable to sleep. i was totally indulging in the music enchoing through my new sonic gear earphones. i once complained that it's not superb enough to deliver the kind of sound quality i wish to hear. but today, in the complete quietness, it works amazingly, the bass lines are clear and the sound does not sound as if it is spreading randomly. my recommendations: the best genres to listen to with good speakers and earphones on such a breezy night-jazz, chillout and bossa novas, over a cup of hot and steaming coffee or probably a bottle of wine, nibbling on cheese crackers.

such night is to be indulged.

not entirely bored. partially delightful.

quiet is gold.

happy holiday, folks!