Before I went to sleep (which normally means just few hours before the sun sets), I planned to watch something, something that would really entertain me, give me enough enlightenment because I’ve been in the dark lately. No, really… I’m having a terrible inspirational drought again and listening to the The Runaways’ Cherry Bomb cant help anymore; singing it on the top of my lungs didn’t help even. I seriously had troubles counting how many Ch- was there before Cherie Currie finally said Cherry Bomb or how should I spell it. Uhm, Ch-? Chh- Ch..e? Gaah. So there, I knew only a good love story would cure me. Something so wonderful it would inspire me to live life as a zealous, understanding and resilient (C’mon, just stating facts here.) person again. I checked my rack and picked out something that was in my bag, I know, I’m that kind of scatterbrain. I actually chose a Koreanovela and I was preparing myself up for again, an all-nighter, but it turned out that it wasn’t subbed or my player can’t play the subtitles it has or I really don’t know (*shrugs* It was subbed when I bought it! The words magically disappeared, perhaps. HAHAHA!) To my dismay, I just ate all the chips in the little pack of Lays I bought just half an hour before I played the clip and decided to sleep. But that’s not the end of the story, yes, because I never ever slept before the hour Cinderella left her shoe with the prince, my body clock knows how to wait until after twelve midnight before my eyes will possibly close and my mind will think of nothing but how to have a nice, deep slumber. I wasted time thinking of clothes to wear tomorrow and I realized I’m already lacking of nice clothes dubbed as I’m-getting-fat-oh, no-you-aren’t-you-are-getting-fatter-and-fatter-each-day-so-don’t-waste-your-gym-membership, but I won’t go to the gym today, anyways. It can wait… and I know I’m lazy. Putting on, I mean forcing on my clothes unto my body was very tiring but that didn’t stop me. I was still alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic. Gee, so, this is inspirational drought for me, I was like I’m on the drugs. I stared on my bed for several minutes while I’m still catching my breath due to “too little” clothes I sported when I saw my copy of Music and Lyrics and I thought (sound effects plus light bulb beside my head please) a movie I’ve already memorized would probably bore me and lead me to sleep. BUT NO, IT DIDN’T. It just made me eat more Nagarayas and drink more and more Iced Tea. The movie still thrills me! I swear, I know this movie by heart, memorized each beautiful lines Drew Barrymore and Hugh Grant delivered, sang at least one of the soundtracks each day but each time I watch it, I’m discovering something new. Just like how I missed Sophie’s (Barrymore) sense of fashion and how I like to imitate it. Alex (Grant) doesn’t have a car, I never thought of that! Or seen the part in the credits where they say that PoP band members had hip replacements and after their reunion concert in 2006, Colin also undergone one. Funny how something you fancy still surprise you every time. So, maybe that’s true love, or how relationships last. You can swear to anyone even God that you already know everything about this certain person you love but still, they astonish you each time you are with them, leaving you dumbfounded, yet more hooked and definitely happier that there’s more to this person you adore than the things you know about him and you’re very eager to know a lot more the next time you’ll be together… or, I’m just hallucinating because I unarguably love Music and Lyrics.