Happiness is a Warm Gun (bang bang shoot shoot)

in 2 or 3 weeks, it'll be all over. with management presentation done, and featwrit due soon, and research and ad papers coming soon, i'm starting to feel really relieved. finally, a break! and in less than a mth, i'll be immersing my self in the doggish pompousness de la france.


things tt made me smile/giggle/guffaw/feel good this week:
- the way andrew asked me if jon was gay
- trying to pitch a health and wellness programme which includes a bar-top and pole-dancing episode; for MM presentation.
- running to radio class in the rain with nad
- jing asking me take a break and watch a movie with her next week (tt was really really sweet)
- wearing my own formal clothes round sch and looking really smart
- learning how to play and sing the Leonardo's Bride song
- MUSIC (as always)


i now wonder if subbing articles or designing the mag layout is harder. i think it doesnt matter - the one i'm doing will always seem worse. ah well. been seeing the silly s'pore idol audition thing on tv. hah, and i actually found myself considering it. i knw i've been telling pple i don't wanna be an idol; i duno, i guess i just wanna sing for pple. when i sing and then i see pple's faces break into a smile, i get this weird feeling. like i'm making pple happy but i don't understand why.

on Lonely Planet just now, ian wright visited memphis and there was this elvis fanatic whose hse actually doubles as an elvis shrine. he talked bout how his wife left him cos she couldn't cope with his elvis-ness, he even talks like elvis.
and i wondered to myself: wat would happen if one day, this man wakes up and realises tt he doesn't love elvis anymore. when all tt used to occupy his mind is gone, wat will be left? wat if one day, i wake up to discover my craving for life has left me. then i'd look out the window and spot it floating off into the clouds. wat will i do then? i think perhaps time will stop moving and i would have to take more than a moment to let it all sink in. i think this is the sort of thing pple should really be scared of.