... last song syndrome! nosebleed man ko dhai! =p

Question: What's worse than an entire jeepney ride home with Kim Chiu's Crazy Love and Toni Gonzaga's Catch Me I'm Fallin' playing one after another?

Answer: Being seated next to someone who knows every damned word of both songs and singing along right near your ear.

Then getting off the blasted jeepney in relief only to realize a few seconds later that Cath Me I'm Fallin' is now playing inside your head over and over and over again.

Well. At least Toni Gonzaga can sing.

scribbled the crap..

Oh man.

From the previous post, I seemed to have messed things up from bad to worse.

Oh hell. I really suck at explaining things like these. 0_o

Why on earth did I even bother to, anyway. Everything just seems to go right over people's heads (they all think they're doing me a favor ahaha). No matter what I say, someone's still bound to drag the issue out to where it started and I have to go full circle again.

Just like the fact that not matter how much I eat, someone's still bound to complain that I don't eat enough. No matter how early or late I go to bed, someone's still bound to say that I never get enough sleep or I sleep too much. And no matter how I try to chuck things out of my head, they still manage to find themselves back in.

For heaven's sake, why bother?

Just fall on my head, you worthless dirty-white ceiling, you. You're a sight for sore eyes.

Eh.

Of course I'm rambling. Haha. What else is there to do?

Oh man.