"i have absolutely no idea what love is, but that was the closest i came to finding out."


random chats on msn at 3am in the past few weeks have reminded me of something so familiar yet obviously headed for a crash landing.
like a trap that i got into once.

on the other hand,
brian mcknight's love is, rolling stones' you can't always get what you want and simple plan's save you been looping.
off to shanghai nxt week.
ciao.

after seeing becks' post on funeral and wedding songs, im kindof 'inspired' t do sth abt it.
'inspired' cuz usually inspire is usually positively positive.
but personally i find it weird that im doing stuff like that.
because it seems totally wrong.

anyway.
top 20 funeral songs i want played at MY funeral.
feel free t go find them on youtube t listen. HAHAHAAHA.

1. tub thumping by chumbawamba.
2. you raise me up by josh groban.
3. bring me to life by evanescence.
4. karma by alicia keys
5. YMCA by village people
6. right here waiting by richard marx
7. better luck next time by lifehouse
8. apologize by one republic
9. see you again by miley cyrus
10. my happy ending by avril lavigne
11. the man who can't be moved by the script
12. wake me up when september ends by greenday
13. we're all in this together from high school musical
14. never gonna give you up by rick astley
15. home by chris daughtry
16. open your eyes by snow patrol
17. wait for you by elliot yamin
18. i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie
19. spice up your life by spice girls
20. breathe by michelle branch

here's what i could think of, with becks help ahaha.
if anyone has any song t suggest, please do comment ahahahaha.

and so we lingered; with facades and such.

are sacred.
they are the tools to the craft of a musician.
so please.
if you don't know how to play the particular instrument of your friend,
its really preferably not to touch it.
lets not even start on the "hey, can i try t play it?"
of course, this doesn't apply t everybody.
but just so you know,
its not cuz we think little of you or what;
but seriously.
music instruments don't come cheap.
if one doesn't know how to handle it,
its really so easy to spoil it.
and after all,
the instrument is a part of the musician's soul.
you really don't want t damage it.

CSI.
GG.
Grey's anatomy.
Friends.
House.
Heroes.
One tree hill.
Prison break.
Pushing daisies.



addicted.

the new nokia commercial.
where they had people draw the world with markers.
just to show the gps system.

and the heineken one too.
where the guy committed a crime of passion.
and took the heineken bottle instead.

so unlike the not-so-recent ndp video.
total ripoff.
extreme lack of originality.

love good commercials.

oh there's a new dance movie coming up.
lets hope its good.
stepups had uberly poor storylines.
we'll see.

( its long. so yeah. )

woah.
play went, well, expected.
not the perfect ending, but still heart-warming, except for some minor annoyances.
tomorrow's the last day.
then,
HOLIDAYS.
cannot wait.

i was already having a really bad day.
the sort of bad day which you just wanna explode sort.
and you simply cannot wait for the day to be over.
i don't usually have bad days.
in fact i have never ever had a bad day.
unless you count the day which i met you.
okay kidding.
elaborate on the bad day in another post.
but really.
and the last thing i need is this.




and as i am reading this nonsense, i realised that i have already broken like 6. technically.
and i absolutely do not agree with most.
and im sure neither does alot of people.
school rules will never work in rp.
never did and never will.
maybe in sp or tp.
rp is the relax poly.
so please.
go give your rules to someone else.
i know it is wrong to defy authority, but i am in a polytechnic.
if i really wanted rules that bad, i would have gone to a junior college.
so im wearing singlet and shorts and cutting my hair into a mohawk and dyeing it pink and wearing slippers tomorrow.
and i have half a mind to go and pierce four earholes on my left ear now. oh and wear a cap.
bring it on.

so  germany lost. 
and i own countless people bubble_teas.
and i just became a waiter in a play for class.
splendid.

its all so surreal.
yet at the same time, depressing. 
it seems rather insipid, in a way.
the whole concept of birthdays. 
its only quintessential if you are somebody.
somebody who you can be proud of;
somebody who is not afraid of people putting you down simply because of the fact that noone should or will.
somebody who does not look back on the past and regret;
somebody who knows that his/her life has a direction and that he/she is striving down that path.
simply put, someone who has goals.
and only when you are all these things, does your birthday mean something,
because a person who has a purpose was born on that day.
but if you are not, then your birthday is simply a waste.
because it was a day on which somebody who has no purpose was born.

its so stupid to say stuff like that on the eve of a birthday.
but i was just thinking abt it.
oh wells.
for what its worth, 
im not any of those people mentioned above.
but im not going t cut my wrists or jump off somewhere because of that.
im going t make sure i am everyone of those people mentioned above when i turn 21.
yay.




if she remembers, it'll be the best birthday ever.