Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day


Okay. So Green Day has a touch for opera-ish punk music, which I find TOTALLY COOL. Look at this piece. Look at Wake Me Up When September Ends. Look at Boulevard of Broken Dreams. They rock. Green Day rocks my socks.

Of course, after figuring out that it didn't take that much effort to play the song with guitar, I love it even more. =D Whee. I guess boredom is hardly a case anymore for me since I have laptop. I could just go download some songs, plus its tabs, and learn how to play it by myself... what a pastime.. Yippie.

On another note,
Somehow, today, it struck me that it is really VERY EASY to make myself happy. I mean, just having myself being able to listen to music that I love, accompanied by a cup of coffee on my desk, and a guitar next to me, it seems to me as if I am the Queen of The World already. While doing work, I could just sip my coffee when thirsty, get my guitar and play a few songs, before getting ready to move on with my work. Before sleeping, I just need a few books (they don't even have to be mine; as long as there are books available near me, I'd feel comfortable) to relax myself before sleeping. And that's about it. Haha. Of course, the presence of a roommate is highly important too; mainly because I have lived with a roommate around since my first cry. Without roommate, I might as well die due to loneliness. Hahaz. Felt that during CNY holidays, seriously.

So tomorrow is Valentine's Day but I don't actually feel there is anything special except the fact that:
1) Yippie at least this year I manage to make PRETTY gifts. At least, according to the standard of MY craftmanship, the gifts are pretty enough.
2) Tomorrow I'd be going around the school singing for Guitar Club. Haven't memorized the lyrics, but could do that while doing work, I suppose.
3) Previously I thought that there had to be something special this V-Day, before it hit me that, yuppie it's gonnabe special because this is my last one in Singapore. No more Singapore years for me, thank you.

Anyway. I am actually rather disgusted by the commercialization of love during Valentine's Day. I mean, yesterday when I went Bugis, it kinda freaked me out that there were SO MANY shops or even stalls manipulating the event, making it sounds as if it is TOTALLY NECESSARY for people to buy the whatever things they sell in the name of love on V-Day. It's like saying, "If you love him/her, you should buy the stuff that I sell--after all it's V-Day" and the likes. And when I opened MSN today, the first thing that I saw was, "Spend Valentine's Day Like The Rich"! My respond? "Dots".

I start to question (the circumstances I was under last week kinda make my question even more valid), has the meaning of "love" been too materialized? For example, when I see one of those glossy magz, the impression that I get is that women's happiness is really directly proportional to the kind of wining/dining experience their lovers give and the kind of gifts received. To me, it even appears that if I love somebody, be it a guy or a friend, I gotta give him/her gifts. And he has the obligation to do so to me as well. Otherwise, one will get things like "It's you who always takes and never gives" and "Why are you so calculative" and "I'm sick of keep giving" or "Friendship is about sharing" and the likes. What the hell has gone wrong with the world?

Actually, I hate whining on blogs...