instincts

so, i am on a night-out again because we have been granted the privilege to watch some soccer thing that is going to happen tomorrow morning 3am or something. but of course, everyone knows i won't be watching it, and PC even asked me to bake more cookies in the mean time.

but no, other important things beckon. i have to copy the nicest songs of 东方神起 onto my computer so that i can play them anytime. i have to plan how i am going to buy ingredients and coordinate the production of four items this weekend.

and all the time apprehensive about whether you know/are wary.

what's in a name? do the labels we attach to people tell us everything we need to know? if we say she's just a child, does this mean she's truly innocent? does calling her a drug dealer proof she's purely evil? will a man known as 'preacher' always practise what he preaches? can a man branded a villain possess the qualities of a hero? the truth is, a name can never really tell you who someone is anymore than it can tell you what they are capable of.

omg i can't wait for the next season of desperate housewives.