I admit, it's kinda cheesy. But everytime I hear this song, I think of my girl.

So, in order to honor her b-day, I have decided to change the lyrics a little bit for her. And if I could sing it to her, I would do so. Unfortunately, I'm too broke, just like the guy who sang this song. Here goes...

Hey there Madanha
What's it like in London City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Picadilly Circus can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Madanha
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Madanha
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Madanha
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh its what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Madanha I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Madanha
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Madanha here's to you
This ones for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

Oh oh
OOOoohhhh
Oh oh
Ooooooohhhhh
Oh Oh
OOOoohhhh
OOOOooohhhhh
Oh Oh

Baby girl, I miss you.

I hate my life soooo muuuccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........................

I really don't know how to express my pain and anger except that I hate my life soooooo mmmmuuuuuuccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Typing like this in the computer lab is not cooooooooollllllllll.. People stare at me as I bang these letters onto the keyboard because of my frustration............

I hate law school. I hate the people in here. I hate everything in this world.....

I do not belong here and neither do you. Let's plan our escape. By the time it hits 4 o' clock, scream!!!!

Thank you for Smoking

I have found that most of the smartest students in my class smoke. Good. This way by age 40, they will probably all suffer from emphysema, lung cancer, or other smoke-related diseases. I know. It sounds cynical. But hey, that's life.

Somehow I also have this urge to smoke even though I don't. The only reason why I don't want to smoke is the cost. $6.80 for a pack of 20 cigarettes. Is it really worth it? And I'm not that fond of second hand either. You are breathing in what people exhale. Disgusting.

But...it is really tempting to know whether you can be addicted by cigarettes.Yes, I'm the risk-adhered type. Moreover, I do want to die before age 45. That seems like a great age to leave this sick twisted world. I just hope that I can accomplish something before I die. Something big. Something like assasinate-me-big event.

So, thank you smokers. Thank you for smoking. Population control.

Gosh, I have so many things to do but all I can think about is that really bad Riesling in the fridge. I got it at this Delaware Wine Supermarket. Yes, a wine supermarket. It's like every alcoholic's dream. More like a candy shop for alcoholics. Anyhoo, the wine is awful. This teaches every alcoholic that if you see a riesling, make sure it's from Germany. Not Australia, Germany. And also make sure you pay at least $15 or more for it. You know what, go for $30, cuz mine right now tastes like freakin chardonnay.

Wine. Ahh. What can I tell you? A lot. I love Pinot Noir. Some people say it's cat piss. Those people need to be shot. Cat piss. Their freakin mouths are cat piss. F@#$ morons. Pinot noir has an exquisite taste. The wine is made out of very fine skinned grapes. Hard to grow, which explains why some of them tastes bad. My favorite one comes from Little Penguin 2004. If I remember exactly, the terroir is from California. Sonoma Valley, California. This place and Napa Valley are like the valleys for drunken strangers.

My wine instructor once told me that every bottle is different from one another even though the brand and year is the same. I say, every bottle is different depending upon the mood. I guess my mood right now isn't exactly florid or sweet. I wish that my mood could be different. Damn, I wish I can feel different. Right now, I feel like shit. Why? I don't know. Maybe I do know. Or maybe I don't.

Sometimes I just don't feel like myself. I feel that my life is revolving so fast, yet, I feel so stationary. As if I've never moved anywhere but the world is just revolving around me. And I can't stop it. It keeps spinning and spinning. And when it stops, time has passed so quickly but you haven't aged at all. In fact, you're 14 even though you're 20-something. Wow. Sad.