Everlong- Foo Fighters

alright. i'm sorry y'all for changing my blog address so frequently. i PROMISE i'll stick to this for the next 50 years.

and yes, i'm so lagging that i found out about the bali bombings only last sunday. it's really affecting me, cuz when such things happen close to home it just reminds you of how unpredictable life is. this is good reason, therefore, to live like there is no next minute. also, i've came up with several resolutions:


1. lose 2kg, via healthy ways (the use of slimtrim is forbidden)
2. quit drinking
3. be less calculative
4. write a mind-blowing song for someone famous
5. spend more time with my family
6. learn to cherish my loved ones (always had trouble doing that, with my tendency to take things for granted)


i didn't include 'stop clubbing' or 'swear less', cuz i don't think those things occupy any real substantial portion of my life. well perhaps i do swear, but in highly exclusive situations (e.g. when there are leeches and you feel like you're gonna roll down a slippery slope and die).
i doubt i'll be clubbing much these days, or in the future. i suppose it's fun (and it sure did open my eyes), but without the company you're really just wasting your money. not to mention that the so-called 'networking' excuse i have is as hollow as hollow man (it's not that bad a simile...). the people i meet are really just, well, people. i'm sure they feel the same somehow.
so, i decided to review myself. what the hell am i clubbing for?

1. it's a good excuse to drink
2. it's too dark for people to tell if you can actually dance (okay that's not true)
3. it enlarges your pool of acquaintances
4. it's funny seeing wasted people do stupid things (yet sometimes, they are actually sober)

so, yes, it's just the drinking. but that won't be a problem now cuz some of the guys in my class have taken to it! even if we do drink at the weirdest times and at the corniest locations (5% barcadi beside the smelly singapore river, on a weekday even). and joel, go compete with lucas la. hahaa.
i tell you, when i turn 18 my room is gonna turn into a bloody wine cellar. i hope The American brings more jack daniel's over in december. maybe i'll like him better then (maybe). with my stock of alcohol, i aspire to hold numerous drinking parties for those who share such an obscure passion. and then i'll make sure to sign up for Amore's kickboxing class to ensure my beer belly stays hidden.

i'll quit drinking when i'm 50. that is if i get to live that long and the world hasn't self-destructed by then.

sounds like a good plan! clubbing life will dissipate thus far. :) and i'll have more time to make myself into a cultured, refined and demure young woman (all 3 adjectives mean about the same thing, but still).

And I wonder,
If everything could ever feel this real forever,
If anything could ever be this good again.
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.

I blogged @ 8:41 PM