freakymandy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- music musings Ooh simple pleasures. Alex Band is so blessed with such a perfect voice. Since I can't get him, it's fine that I listen to his voice every time I feel like I need somebody and there's nobody I can depend on at home. Alex has the voice that can easily melt me and he can be an asshole and I will still love me. Will you believe that I just said that? No, I just love his voice and his songs, because they mostly talk about something inspiring or singing about the girl he loves and all very sweet and innocent, in a not disgusting and cheesy way etc. Not much of bad heartbreaks or hatred, which I can appreciate very much. I *don't* care about his private life. I just respect him a lot. I don't like him the way I used to love JC Chasez whom I had spent 500 bucks over for. I have spent only tens of bucks for his CDS and thats it. However today, I feel good listening to my mom's singing. I believe she could have made it as a singer, but you know, she just loves to sigh and say something like, "You know, I was once skinny, until I was pregnant with kids. And I was chased after loads of guys because I was young, and attractive. I chose your father..." And then my dad would come into the conversation and say, "..because I know how to sweet talk and though I am not rich or handsome, at least I am a gentleman and I don't hit or shout at your kids or you. *all smiles*" Me: "Oh, so you fell for him because he could talk well?!" *laughs mockingly* Nah. I love guys who can talk too. ----------- Yesterday I jogged for 45 minutes for the first time after 2.5 weeks of nothing that intense and it felt good. And free. I don't need to pay anything for a good run. And yesterday, I bought brown rice to cook for myself, only to burn it. It was funny, the apartment was filled with black smoke and my mom seemed to nearly died when she saw it coming from the kitchen and yelled, "Fire!!! FIRE!!!" And I was like, "No, it was just my burnt rice. No panic!" But I was panicky too. My rice was BURNT. And I had to scrub the black pot till it was shiny metallic color. My punishment for being stupid enough not knowing how to cook rice, though I can cook pretty much other carbs like potatoes, noodles, pasta and etc. Cooking rice is certainly one of my weakest points. The Calling ~ "Could It Be Any Harder" I must have listened to this song over 30 times today, to motivate myself for my exams today. And it must have helped me because I'm feeling very comfortably good now :) 5:40 p.m. - 2004-10-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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