Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Being Shallow

I totally HATE it when people make fun of my favourite songs.

I was listening to Cassis again and again with the volume cranked out loud when one of my peers came. We talked about something personal for quite a while. Then Ruki said the word "mama..." heart-achingly, in which my peer stiffled a laugh.

"What is this song about? A guy who missed his mommy?"

At that moment random thoughts ran through my head, considering what sadistic mind torture should I inflict on that person. But then I realised something.

She totally didn't know how to appreciate good music.

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