And yes, I was at least commendable on the fact that I did not text him. But I was condemned the second I saw the msg, so unexpectedly, so pleasant a surprise, the excitement I felt, sitting just opposite Constance and Yijun. Dear girl me...
Avenged Sevenfold. It was somewhat heart wrenching when I started seeing posters of Avenged Sevenfold at bus stops informing of their concerts. Why. We stumbled upon the band early this year. We bought the CD thinking that we have a little too much money to spare and hoping to change the current CD that plays some old chinese songs in the car. And so, bought the CD, fell in love with the Track 10, if my memory don't fail me. Like every idiot on earth, I felt somehow threatened when more people fell in love with this song. I see it on peoples' msn nicks. People that are much younger than me. I keep wondering, why? I mean do they even understand the lyrics? Don't tell me you are in love with the rhythm only! Even if you understand, do you feel it? To me at the very least, the song, though about love(what else? I know.. I'm hopeless), can only be felt by those who experienced near-death experiences? I know I am exaggerating. But yea, it sure was near-death for me. Then again, before I start cursing and swearing about popular culture, I catch myself. I said, 'You are ignorant'. Ignorant to the experiences of others.
Dear God. We sang to each other, together, on late rides home. Holding each others' hands, knowing pretty well that the more-than-10 years worth of driving experience and the ease of automatic cars won't make holding hands a big feat while driving.
I woke up quite late, erm... perhaps not as late as Yijun but still, I woke up at around 10. A.M I mean. Then I went for a jog. A short one. When I was back, I turned on the TV, watched Oprah Winfrey. It's been long since I've last did this routine! What used to happen was this: Wake up, jog, watch Oprah/Ellen, bathe, read/nap a little, head downstairs to meet 'jerk', head out. Routine, boring to many, but blissful to me.
Those were the days... I look back in fondness.
Back to Unbearable Lightness of Being.
Avenged Sevenfold. It was somewhat heart wrenching when I started seeing posters of Avenged Sevenfold at bus stops informing of their concerts. Why. We stumbled upon the band early this year. We bought the CD thinking that we have a little too much money to spare and hoping to change the current CD that plays some old chinese songs in the car. And so, bought the CD, fell in love with the Track 10, if my memory don't fail me. Like every idiot on earth, I felt somehow threatened when more people fell in love with this song. I see it on peoples' msn nicks. People that are much younger than me. I keep wondering, why? I mean do they even understand the lyrics? Don't tell me you are in love with the rhythm only! Even if you understand, do you feel it? To me at the very least, the song, though about love(what else? I know.. I'm hopeless), can only be felt by those who experienced near-death experiences? I know I am exaggerating. But yea, it sure was near-death for me. Then again, before I start cursing and swearing about popular culture, I catch myself. I said, 'You are ignorant'. Ignorant to the experiences of others.
Dear God. We sang to each other, together, on late rides home. Holding each others' hands, knowing pretty well that the more-than-10 years worth of driving experience and the ease of automatic cars won't make holding hands a big feat while driving.
I woke up quite late, erm... perhaps not as late as Yijun but still, I woke up at around 10. A.M I mean. Then I went for a jog. A short one. When I was back, I turned on the TV, watched Oprah Winfrey. It's been long since I've last did this routine! What used to happen was this: Wake up, jog, watch Oprah/Ellen, bathe, read/nap a little, head downstairs to meet 'jerk', head out. Routine, boring to many, but blissful to me.
Those were the days... I look back in fondness.
Back to Unbearable Lightness of Being.
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