Tagged By Julian

Who sleeps at 6pm, wakes up at 3am, and does a pointless tag at 4am? Guess who? haha

Seven things to be done before my death.
1. Get a boyfriend
2. Get baptised
3. Do charity
4. Master at least 2 instruments and faintly knowledgable of 2 more
5. Get a DSLR
6. Be a backpacker kind of traveler
7. Touch lives...

Seven things I will NOT do even if it kills me.
1. Let my relationship with God die down
2. Break contacts with my parents or siblings
3. Die alone. Well technically it won't kill me coz I'll already be dead? =/
4. Commit adultery or premarital sex
5. Cheat in an exam
6. Do suicide. Its stupid, and I'm too chicken anyway
7. Diet. No discipline haha

Seven things I do when I'm away from the public.
1. Shower
2. Take a shower and sing
3. Pee and defeacate
4. Play dress-up prior to an outing
5. Cry (Accidental occurences and camps don't count =] )
6. Fume excessively
7. uh....?

Seven fav sentences/quotes.
1. Lame ass!
2. Don't be mean
3. Oh my goodness
4. Stupiat!
5. Screw you!
6. Names that contains 'i' in the last syllable. Contoh : Pui Yiiiiing, Hui Niiiing, Edwiiiiiiiin (my favs =3)
7. Poke!

Seven favourite songs from all time
1. If Everyone Cared, Nickelback
2. Goodnight My Angel, Billy Joel
3. My Wish, Rascal Flatts
4. Move To The Other Side Of The Block, The Rocket Summer
5. So Much Love, The Rocket Summer
6. Happy Ending, Mika
7. I Believe, Yolanda

Worth mention : To Zanarkand (Piano), FFX

Seven things I'll make you wish you didn't do if you did.
1. Take away my computer
2. Cause me bodily harm
3. Tell me what I can or can't do
4. Steal from me
5. Hurt my loved ones and friends
6. Treat me like I'm mentally incapable
7. Hurt my treasured books. (I'll stuff you into the locker)

Seven people to tag.
1. Pui Ying
2. Huey Shan
3. Keith
4. Ken Lam
5. Vina
6. Sheena
7. Zunny

Passion
or Responsibility?

Ah what a rhetorical question, because we all know the answer.

Tactically, its perfect. But that doesn't mean it should hurt less.



My Interpretation, Mika

You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our heads.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

It's really not such a sacrifice

If I ever talk to you again
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation