It doesn’t take a genius to know that I’m deeply in love with music.
Even on a hot, stifling day, the first thing I turn on when I get into the car is the radio before the air-con. It’s a reflex action I’ve just recently noticed.
But there are times I secretly wish I wasn’t so overly dependent on music, that it didn’t make so.much.freakin.sense, because as much as songs can sometimes hit the right chords home, I also get this nagging feeling that too often its taking me far away from the things I need to address, point-blank.
Enough said here.
Abah once said, when I was little..the first thing I’d say once I get into the car was ‘A-ON’ which I think translates to AC..hahaa..
