Lately the scent of a particular sweet-smelling perfume has been wafting through the windows of my study on occasions when I use the computer. It's that same, powdery-sweet smell that comes while I'm listening to music, or typing something, or basically just chatting.

I'm starting to have fantasies of who the wearer might be.

Sometimes, it's not perfume but the burning, leafy smell of tobacco and nicotine that comes through. No offense but I happen to find the scent pleasant.

Two different scents; two different societal reactions; the same reaction in me.



Singaporean Sun Mr Wayne "Thunder" Seah has passed away in his sleep on the 21st of May 2007. Although I dunno him personally, I did see him performing at last year's Rock For Good 2006. From the way he issued a friendly drummer duel with another onstage band, he has my respects.

Rest in Peace, Mr Wayne Thunder. Your spirit will live on.