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Lately, I have been delivering longer posts more than ever, and I think that I’m doing a decent job of that. Not great; decent. But anyway, the reason behind the mini-surge of lengthy posts is that, after a few years of working in my current day job, I found the right balance between doing what I have to do (e.g., my day job, relearning my skills) and doing what I want to do (e.g., enjoying my fandoms, writing here on The Diary). That balance gives me more time to plan and contemplate, and then put them all to writing here in The Diary.

That being said, I miss writing quick posts, and I haven’t made a new blog series in a long time, so it’s time for the debut of a new one: The Recently. Think of it as a page in a slambook where I write the recent things I have watched, listened to, eaten, or done.

Now, let’s begin the first edition of The Recently.

Song of the Moment C: Foo Fighters’ “Run”

I’ve had many right-song-at-the-right-time moments lately, from hearing Saya’s “Natsu Shigure” during a rainy walk to my favorite cafe last June to hearing the opening theme of Person of Interest (my all-time favorite show) when I typed the exact title during a recent online conversation. As a music fan, I truly love those perfectly-timed moments.

Today, I finally recovered from two weeks of muscle pain and coughing. (Violently coughing at night is not a good experience at all. And I can really feel the aging now. Damn.) Thanks to resting, drinking The Angel’s Cup (which is basically hot honey/citron/ginger tea), and listening more to mellow music, now I’m feeling great physically, and I went back just in time for work. The first thing I did upon my return: open my laptop, open my Spotify app, and look for my favorite songs list (which consists of songs from various genres and music acts). I was curious if the universe and Spotify would deliver at least one perfectly-timed song, so I hit shuffle again.

Listen V: Foo Fighters’ “Walk”

Last October 4, 2025, I saw the Foo Fighters, my all-time favorite band, at the Singapore Grand Prix. That was the second time I saw the Foos, but the show was an entirely different beast because I was nearest the Padang Stage, and it was the most cleansing and thrilling two hours of my entire life. I lost my voice after the show because I was singing and screaming my heart out. (In fact, I’m still recovering from muscle pain and a sore throat, and that explains my ten-day absence from The Diary. Sign of aging, guys.)

One of my favorite parts of the show is when they played “Walk”, my favorite cathartic Foo Fighters song and my third favorite Foo Fighters song ever. And the weird thing is that I was expecting to cry buckets while singing along. But surprisingly, after crying for a few seconds, I felt an entirely different emotion.

Foo Fighters’ “Walk”.