I kept opening and minimizing the MS Word window; I’ve got too much in mind to jot down, but I don’t know where to start. Writer’s block is definitely sweet misery at this point of time, because I never want these beautiful memories and thoughts to just escape through the tips of my fingers and dissipate into thin air the moment I hit the ‘Enter’ key. I’ll just keep it to myself and bookmark it under Life’s sweet encounters”.
My beloved Yamaha finally returned back to my side, with a shiny, new gold-plated machinehead to boast about. He’s just as handsome, and he’s playing some really beautiful notes with those obscenely expensive new strings (NX! Why in the world did you buy such expensive strings?). All the credit goes to NX, who single-handedly brought my guitar down to the obscured Yamaha technical centre at hiding at a corner of Paya Lebar, ordered those beautiful replacements, cabbed down after school to collect them and replaced them. *Hugs* I sure owe you more than just Mac D’s.
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