you know what would be nice? to have a soundtrack to my life. better yet. a movie. with an accompanying soundtrack.

lesse. during my more excruciating moments like training, Eye of the Tiger would play in the background, and the camera would zoom into the steeled determination of my eyes, with me muttering under my breath- "fuck i ain't no body's bitch. fuck i'll show the mother fucker. fuck you lennard you can take it and still smile. mother fucker thinks he can beat me down. fucking muther fucker" you see when you're tired your brain kinda cant function properly and the vocabulary is rather limited to say the least.

oh! lets not forget the crux of the whole event! my birth! the camera would zoom into the murky blackness of my mothers nether regions, then... in yellow scrolling text...

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

Accompanied by John Willams title track, 'Rebel Blackade Runner'. Cinematic History baby.

of course the great times shared with Bruce. (I know you're reading this! i know you're happy i mentioned you! YOU!), Billy Corgan would take us in hand. (you're smiling as you read this aren't you? huh huh?)

Metallica would screeeeecchhhh in protest when i play on the field... S&M, the album where they're accompanied by a full orchaestra. 'Devil's Dance', 'Man And Wolf', 'Nothing Else Matters'.

Every heartbreak would have a lone shot of me staring into the sky... with a lone tear dripping from my eyes*. and N'Sync backing me up. (no. i don't really do that.)

*"Men's tears are precious. Cannot anyhow waste..." - 15 the movie

Forever Young would play when i am old and get my first heart bypass.

Genevieve. ah. you get. 'At the Beginning', epitomising our naive hopes for a forever together.
Syl. Yours is kinda... static. maybe the sound of me tripping over myself?
Such. 'That Thing You Do.' because that's the only explanation i can give.
Joan? for you, is there any other? 'Dilemma', just because...

Noelle. we'll see?

oh my there's so much to write. i guess this will have to be a running post.

till next time, study hard j2s. After the exams, we'll all be hedonists. and my place will be the hive of all matter of drunkedness and debauchery. everyone's invited*. =)

*not everyone. i dont know some of you who read my blog. those... arent invited. sorry?