i am colourblind. coffee's black and egg white. pull me out from inside...colourblind by the counting crows.

the year has finally gone. a dreadful year. a memorable year. how was it for you? glad i went through this year. glad its over. but if i could, would have changed bits of it.

whats on. first of may by the bee gees. hmm. 1st Jan 2004. wonder whats up ahead..doo doo doo doo..dont ask me why the time has passed us by.

parents asleep. i couldnt sleep although i was yawning a-plenty earlier. love them. wish they had more but hey. still love them. ha..

listening to sappy songs. sappy songs in me jukebox. rick price is on now. heaven knows where he is now. har.

alots on my mind. dont know where to start. life is changing for us all. maybe. look forward to the future and look back to the past and reflect. memories from the past are best reminisced. you think?

never let yesterday eat up too much of today. wise words from a fortune cookie.

hayden's on with long way down. another one of them slow whispers from a possibly drunk depressed and disgruntled singer. possibly.

lots of things i miss. lots of things to look forward to. miss the moments. moving on.

i like coldplay. hotstudy. ha. definitely coldplay. jamie's kitchen is inspiring. black is a favourite. too bad i dont know how to work this shit for i would have painted the night skies on your desktop.

cinnamon smells good. have a stick by my comp. a whiff of it reminds me of cinnamon. ha. cinnamon powder in starbucks where we used to hang with shah and duck and all. love fresh herbs. young and old ginger is a yum to the nosey. refreshing. so is orange skin. and lemon juice. like it when i prepare lemon tea. a hot pot of tea. drop in a few slices of lemon. stir and smell. ha.

amazing ya the sense of smell.

time after time. cyndi lauper. first heard it on smallville. if youre lost and you will find me time after time. right..if you fall i will catch you, i will be waiting time after time. yup..uhuh. says the..delusioned love-struck naive virginal country girl?

perhaps.

lets 'wave goodbye' to sappy-ness for the steadman is here. rock on? an upbeat song about memories haunting the poor stricken man who is adamant to believe in having moved on. har. goodbye, youll never see me again, the steadman says.

coldplay's 'i ran away'. they have chosen to quite obviously, run away. goodbye. goods byes. auf wiedersehen. ciao.

so ciao for now.