Taufik Wins Spore Idol

Taufik!~ So he won. =) I can't believe how proud I am. I'm glad most of my friends love him too. We were furiously exchanging sms-es. I might even go as far as buying his first album.

You ever come across another human being that makes you wanna become a better person? He doesnt have to do anything. He doesnt have to speak. You don't even have to know him. His presence in the world, you knowing he exists, stepping on the same solid ground that binds our paths, he breathing the same thing called air that surrounds the thing we unanimously call earth - makes you, the small, tiny, insignificant, doubtful, insecure you, wanna be a better person. =)

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You know I actually had many disconcerting and out-of-the-world thoughts running through my worried mind while at the dentist the other day. And I was so thinking abt blogging it. Yet I can't blog it now. The pain still sucks. And blogging it wont help. So until I can recover and truely see it as an enlightening experience, I will be mum. I just have to get used to having strings in my gums and blood on my brush. And taking double the time to eat. And dun ask me why I fucking look so pale coz I dunno. Ok. I gotta bloody stop whinning. Forgive me.
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An illusion which makes me happy is worth a verity which drags me to the ground

This journal I was reading from the Journal of social psychology shit found out that couples are more satisfied and happy in their relationship if their partners idealize them and vise versa. So, you'd be happier if your boy friend idealizes you with attributes and qualities that you actually do not even possess. Meaning to say, positive illusions that you conjure about your partner makes the r/s work better.

Forget about reality. Conjure up your ideal partner and when you find someone, go ahead and believe that he is your Mr Right. Illude yourself. Illude him. Go ahead and pretend your partner is Brad Pitt, coz he's probably thinking you're Britney Spears.

Forget about reality...

Maybe thats why some people love meeting new people. With every new person I meet I get the privilege to be judged again from zlich. And the novelty of it all intrigues me. You see the me that I want you to see. You like the me that you think you know.

Aye...your guess is as good as mine. I dunno me.
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You're cool as fuck
Cold as dark

Eyes liberated from your heart
Flinch away from my touch

But because of that
I'm sticking to you like lard