CAUTION : ANOTHER LONG ENTRY

Last night while Mehdi and I talked on d phone for hours (yikes!) he claimed to have a bizarre taste in music, liking what others dont. But when i played my fave songs on my laptop, he seemed to genuinely enjoyed it. Ha, does that makes me bizarre also, coz he likes MY music? hehehe twisted..

I managed to brainwash him into liking Ben Folds Five. No surprise, though. The band is awesome. U should hear what the emcee said while opening their live show, "If you know these guys, then you're a fan. And if you're not, you're about to be. Ben Folds Five." Mantabh.

Back with the previous topic, I was seriously surprised, knowing this guy used to play trumpet and has a thing for jazz, considering he played a rather loud-and-agressive underground music! hahaha hell yeah i listened to his recording with his band and find myself unconsciously trying to find a mute button for the vocals.. ^^'
hahahahahah please oh please forgive me but i honestly think good music doesnt always requires vocals, especially ones that distract me from trying to enjoy the chords progression and catchy melody (if there's any!) *wide grin*

To tell u the truth, i can barely listened to the sound of your guitar, man! With all those distortion (which i beginning to think is a sacred rule for all non-jazz guitarist) and the loud-and-rather-trashy vocal that screams bloody murder.. all i did was blinking stupidly at my laptop's screen! hahahahaha thanks for the new experience though! peace! hahahahah *wink wink*

I must say you're a great graphic designer though. Superb! Two thumbs up! cant wait to see your work this saturday! come with me, will ya? *flirt mode :ON* hahahahhaha jk jk

And touring to Singapore and Malaysia last August??? recorded an album and released it worldwide??? ARE U FREAKIN KIDDIN ME??? now i really got 2 get 2 know u better!!! haha..

This morning i went to the cemetary with my family. The place was crowded with families paying their dead relatives a visit before fasting next Thursday. That includes us. (hi grandpa!)

Oh yeah.. last nite i had this weird dream.. it was like i'm in the set of a thriller movie, and there's this psychokiller lurking after us. Yes, us,.. me and my dear darling boyfriend Rifi (note the cynical tone coming outta my mouth). Instead of a horror scene, there was this sickly romantic view of him kissing me. YAY!!! I remembered the way he looked at me (yeeesh THE LOOK that leads to a mental breakdown!!!) and i was so happy i could cry. Cliche, i know, but that's exactly what i felt. Guess i really, really missed him. And i beginning to think i care about him more than i thought i could. Sick, after all the pain i went thru, i still care for him. A lot.

And then i woke up with a mad flu and an "unacceptable" status like Tom Hanks in The Terminal. (Go see the movie, u'd understand what i mean).

There's nothing like waking up to a bad reality.

Ooh and in my dream, he still had his hair short, as in, a little below his chin. Thats what he looked like when my once mature-and-highly-dependable boyfriend was head-over-heels madly in love with me. And when I loved him too much i gave him just about everything. Literally.

Fool.

~you get what u wished, you lose what you have, your dreams came true, and your life becomes nightmare~