I love Nightwish

It's 1.29 pm. Middle of the afternoon. I was feeling fucked up. Why? Why else would I feel fucked up. My enemy, the food. Food is my enemy. It's so seductive, so good, so... delicious. I was consumed by it. Not the other way around. From the two days of raya, followed by last night, and this morning. I hate food, even though I love it so much.

So there I lay, defeated, wounded, feeling fuked... I lie down on my floor in my room, staring at the rotating fan. My mp3 player was a little more than a hand's reach. I made an effort to get it, and, feeling helplessly gunned down by overwhelming lethargy, I scrolled through what songs I had in the player.

Then I played Nightwish - Ghost Love Score. I closed my eyes, and saw the music come to live in whatever I visualised. The power of it... the sheer force... What music could penetrate the soul and pick it up from its fallen state?

Then, I listened to Nightwish - Dark Chest of Wonders. It's bloody awesome. The songs of the new album are bloody good. I want their latest DVD - End of an Era. Tarja Tuorinen is leaving the band, and I'm wishing for a hot yet still powerful vocals goth chick to grace the band.

'Nuff about the great band that is Nightwish. It's pumped me up enough. I'm gonna restart the war. Will battle till my bitter end against the enemies that lie so near...

Fly to a dream
Far across the sea
All the burdens gone
Open the chest once more
Dark chest of wonders
Seen through the eyes
Of the one with pure heart
Once so long ago