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You're about to view something that maybe terribly opinionated, about 634 cats are killed in the making of this blog, and 356 hours of PI has been done to credit this blog The insanity level and mundane level is never on par, there would be paramedics of course, if you have a housephone/hp/whichever way you feel it's most comfortable to save your own life. So eat your bibimbap while reading this ingenious blog of mine, it probably makes your stay more bearable.
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Fantasize your fantasy

He, is perrrfect.
He has the perfect clear blue eyes I've always wanted to drown in.
He has the rugged feel, what a guy should have!
He, can serenade any girls' heart with his voice.
He's from my fave band, Coldplay.
He. Is. Chris Martin.
Well, recently I've went on a music hunt, mostly rummaging through the net to find all the old forgotten songs, like Michael Learns to Rock, some old songs by Red Hot Chili Peppers, then living in a timeless space, with genres by U2, R.E.M and Coldplay.
I think I'm retarded. I only realised how handsome Chris Martin was, only when I was watching Coldplay's God puts a smile on your face MV. & damn. He look damn hot, although the mv was mainly black and white, covering his piercing blue eyes. But, yeah. He has got the charasmatic feel!
I have got no idea, why am I gushing how handsome Chris Martin is, when it's obvious enough from the awesome picture at the top of this post. I can stare into the screen like forever. It's as if his eyes have got some magnetic pull.
Right. Onto what's into my brain recently.
Yea. My sis would nag. "People, it's piano feeevver all over again."
hahahahahahha. While ransacking the web for songs to put into my mp3, I came across a piece by Clint Mansell, and damn. I'm hooked. Like how I manage to play only the first page of Le Onde by Ludovico Enaudi, I shall conquer the first page of Requiem of Dream by Clint Mansell.
Wish me luck.
Right now, I'm comparing prices between schools for piano and acoustic guitar! Well, my friend and I decided on acoustic guitar. STILL. When there's a piano at home... and with trusty youtube vids and stuff, I can't help but attempt at the hard pieces.
Yes, I'm attempting to fly without learning how to walk.
I guess I think I can really memorise those look-alike-black-white keys. ^^
ah wells.
CHRIS MARTIN!
berlindaang

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