Cannibalizing reality

There's something cerebral about analysing a love song when one is not emotionally charged with the burdens of empathy and need for socialization. In this case, it's Sarah Brightman's Love Changes Everything, a song from her ex-hubby's Aspects of Love. I simply adore Brightman's diction and her tendency to curl some words in a melodic grasp.

It is a classic love song where you cannot simply hail it with sleaziness despite being a famous first dance in weddings. Broadway songs usually have that kind of status in the pop industry; it's not something pundits easily turn to keep money rolling.

Reminisce and... just avoid looking at Brightman's signature pallor. She still freaks me out.

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Spare me from SSS's vices. When I applied as a walk-in applicant early today, I was not prepared to be greeted with a 10 to 10.30am recess break of the Personnel department. I guess, the myth on SSS's benefits are barely distant from the thin red line.

BIR's building from the outside looks rather mediocre, a common attribute to government edifices but on the inside? It's a haunted building. Every floor is dark, the elevators can produce freaking claustrophobic inducing moments and the overall judgment is easily deduced to the myth of BIR's vena; tendency.

Where have all the cowboys gone?