The euphoria of technicolour explosions and pyrotechnic starbursts have all but faded away. All that is left behind are mountains of plastick, redundant byproducts of human consumption and the hundreds of tonnes of carbon dioxide smothering the atmosphere, no thanks to ten minutes of oohs and aahs. I have the most dangerous moodswings. Just the thought of the coming months gives me splintering headaches. Orientation, soccer soccer soccer, Valentines, NTU MUN, It's In You, April Fools', ecetera ecetera, SATs again, prelims, then the pièce de résistance of our tertiary education: the A Levels. Many things on the plate, yes, but fret not, I am always one up for a buffet. Live to eat, don't merely eat to live. Besides, how can one remain down when one has the powdered company of sugarpop 雀斑? And thanks to my sister, I came to know of Lykke Li, who has some gorgeous songs too. Yikes, I was supposed to sleep two hours ago. Toodaloo!
看你头低低
像在叹息
发生了什么事情
可以不可以说给我听
也许能够帮你
如果可以就看心情
心情不好就看天气
那天气不好这就是老天的问题
如果上帝有坏脾气
不让晴天出来游戏
但至少我还可以唱歌给你听
像在叹息
发生了什么事情
可以不可以说给我听
也许能够帮你
如果可以就看心情
心情不好就看天气
那天气不好这就是老天的问题
如果上帝有坏脾气
不让晴天出来游戏
但至少我还可以唱歌给你听