C'est comme le bon vin.

les amoureux, Emile Friant

Emile Friant and Joanna Wang :) Painter from long ago and budding young songstress. The mix of their work of late has led me to want to believe more in the riskier things in life.

So has Auntie Agnes' delicious bread pudding and invitation for me volunteer at the orphanage she frequents, and essentially her very vivacious belief in life that might have in some ways treated her unkindly. Ah yes, belief. How incredibly powerful.

Oh well, it's one thing to believe and another to act upon what I'd like to believe in. As much as frivolity is not always a good thing, it is rather enjoyable right now. And frivolity will definitely rule the day come the 3rd. Wooo!

But hopefully, come Liverpool, I'd shape up, be a good boy, and save the bon vin for then. Though I realise unlike the metaphor I'd call it by, it is rather par chance and would not materialise at my beck and call. So maybe I'd just end up with the random substitutes. I don't know. :S

P.S. Though this I swear of the riskier things, I will never in the words of a book I finished a couple of weeks back, "drift towards it like the way one drifts towards seats while waiting at an airport". No way.