Peach Banana

Again, the weekend is almost here. Friday tomorrow. I'm glad.

Well, I don't have much to blog about, and all I can do is to callow about how fatigued I am right now. I don't know how but just being in school is so tiring. Perhaps it's like when you're out of home, your energy drains at twice the rate for the same thing done or achieved, whether or not you like it. Again, it's my own theory. Perhaps, it's absolutely normal to be feeling drowsy right in the afternoon.

School passed by pretty swiftly today. But I'm just feeling too fatigued.

For the first time as I left school I happened to stop by the cafe, and bought something interesting as I was looking for something to drink as I walk home under the blazing dehydration inducing sun. I happened to randomly order a "banana peach" ice blended or whatever, and as it's name suggests, it's supposed to be banana and beach, blended together. An unorthodox combination perhaps?

I took a sip, it tasted, well, far better than what Ive imagined. As I waited I tried to visualize (perhaps visualize is not really specifically the right whole in this situation) it's taste. (Like I said, how can you literally visualize taste). I felt several sour vibes and chills up my body whenever I imagined. But it turned out well (maybe due to the excess of sugar). But still, I could distinctively taste the peach, and the banana together. Two things that logically don't go well together (banana, as I would have imagine having a very distinct taste and smell, while peach equally distinct as it's own flavour) actually meld into one.

I know I'm making a skyscraper out of a cottage, but I thought the taste was refreshing. I passed it to Jlam to taste. He complimented it and he later when he asked what it tasted like, instinctively, I said counterpoint.

Counterpoint in music, layman's term, is the combination of melodies. And in this case, I actually thought this banana peach drink tasted like a fugue! It's like listening to a fugue, but just with your tongue. How strange. Then we talked more, I was having a club sandwich on my other hand and we described it as an orchestra, but a symphony. Because there weren't any dominant tastes in it. For example, in a chicken to a chicken burger would be a flute to a flute concerto, while the mayo, lettuce, and other fillings just try to compliment the main voice.

Hope I made sense.

I try to be a solid by the day, and in the night, everything sublimes.