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Saturday Mar 10, 2007

Fuck emo music, man. The best songs about heartbreak and love lost are done by The Carpenters. Tell me that Goodbye to Love, for instance, does not speak of complete bitterness:

All the years of useless searc
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I’ll go on as best I can

What lies in the future is a mystery to us all
No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls
There may come a time when I will see that I’ve been wrong
But for now this is my song
And it’s goodbye to love
I’ll say goodbye to love

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again may be overplayed but I don’t care, it’s fucking appropriate for me right now.

What do you get when you fall in love
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So, far at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love again

Lyrics-wise, Breaking Up is Hard to Do is awesome but the song sounds too goddamn cheerful. Songs about breaking up should never sound cheerful.

They say that breaking up
Is hard to do
Now I know, I know
That it’s true
Don’t say that this is the end
Instead of breaking up
I wish that we were making up again

And finally, the mother of all bitter heartbroken songs, The End of the World.

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don’t they know its the end of the world
cause you don’t love me anymore?

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the starts glow above?
Don’t they know its the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why evrything is the same as it was
I can’t understand, no, I can’t understand
How life goes on the way it does!

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don’t they know its the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Don’t they know its the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

FUCK LOVE. And fuck you too.


Freedom (?)

Friday Mar 2, 2007

The most HORRENDOUS exam of my life (Literary Criticism) marked the end of my college days yesterday.

Now that I’ve celebrated and the initial euphoria of not having to do any more schoolwork has faded, I’m left to face the dreadful “Now what?” question.

Oh dear.

Would it be too much to hope for a job that won’t care about how I look?