morgueville,heartland living.

ahh. music from the 80s is rawking my eardrums of late. bananarama's love at the 1st degree is top on the list. madonna's material girl, too. i have absoutely no idea what mysterious powers i had to search for their songs on kazza. and then belting them out loud. think it was during chinese lessons today. christopher couldn't agree more, can he? judging from his enthusiasm when he started Come on baby can't you see I stand accused of love in the first degree. hey. the eighties aren't exactly a huge mistake. now you know.

and it's wonder how jc life just virtually sap the life out of you. and no matter how i tried to be an anti-study-hard activist, it will never work cos i can't practise what i preach. and how the hell i allow that to happen remains a mystery. and i really have nothing much to talk about these days cos i'd be ranting away. and you wouldn't want that. i wouldn't want that too. it doesn't interest me much. today i was virtually floating around in school. aimlessly in my darn heavy backpack which has a large 'savier' slapped across the bottom of it. how complementary. i felt like i'm back in primary school.

earwax : bananarama - i heard a rumour /
fiona apple - paper bag(joshua sent me this. hardcore!)