de-classification

well you're the closest thing, i have, to bring up in a conversation
about love that didn't last, but i could never call you mine,
cause i could never call myself yours, and if we were really meant to be,
well then we've just defied destiny, it's not that our love died it just never really bloomed

for the longest time, myo's taste in music has always been partial to soul, r&b and even a little rap and hop hop. infectious beats with mindless lyrics. or rather, he's not one to pay much attention to the lines but more on the hooks of the melodies. fleeting and ends up skipped on his ipod eventually. they only serve to be functional during gym and the late evening jog around the estate.

but of late i've noticed music of a different genre in the likes ofand most recently



coming out of his earphone, when i greet him at the door back from the outside world. i thought it would just be something transient identifying music with weetzdom or even the random postings from perez. but something tells me it's more than just mere response.

actually, these days, myo's doing a lot of other things that defy previous classification. like taking up driving. finally.

pprrurrrrrr...