i first saw this in my secondary school days. it was at the end of a pirated armageddon vcd i snagged from a friend. yeah.
it was of shitty quality though. all i could see clearly were the little room and the black wall full of holes that light passed through. it was enough to inspire me to stick some glow-in-the-dark stars and planets on my bedroom ceiling, à la sleeping under the milky way. didn't work out too well though; it only impressed me for two weeks out of the 3 or 4 years.
once during my poly days i wanted to pimp my room. i wanted to fill it up with those little plastic balls so when i came home i could dive straight in. i even built the barriers to keep the balls from rolling out of my room when i opened the door. hur hur. but then i should have checked out the prices and calculated the volume needed before engaging in my little carpentry project. a box of 40 cost $20, and i needed about 50 boxes. so i dropped the idea and threw the barriers out. and my folks weren't too enthusiastic about the idea of their twentysomething son having plastic balls in his room either.
which brings me to the question of the day. how come all my dreams and desires never quite work out the way i envisioned them? did i set too high a standard? did i really? is it just me or does everyone feel the same once in a while?
the older i grow, the tinier my dreams become. before i reached 10, i wanted to be an astronaut. before 20, i wanted to be a pilot. now as 30 approaches i'll be happy to land a job which can sustain my bikes.
anyway here's the video. really love it.
it was of shitty quality though. all i could see clearly were the little room and the black wall full of holes that light passed through. it was enough to inspire me to stick some glow-in-the-dark stars and planets on my bedroom ceiling, à la sleeping under the milky way. didn't work out too well though; it only impressed me for two weeks out of the 3 or 4 years.
once during my poly days i wanted to pimp my room. i wanted to fill it up with those little plastic balls so when i came home i could dive straight in. i even built the barriers to keep the balls from rolling out of my room when i opened the door. hur hur. but then i should have checked out the prices and calculated the volume needed before engaging in my little carpentry project. a box of 40 cost $20, and i needed about 50 boxes. so i dropped the idea and threw the barriers out. and my folks weren't too enthusiastic about the idea of their twentysomething son having plastic balls in his room either.
which brings me to the question of the day. how come all my dreams and desires never quite work out the way i envisioned them? did i set too high a standard? did i really? is it just me or does everyone feel the same once in a while?
the older i grow, the tinier my dreams become. before i reached 10, i wanted to be an astronaut. before 20, i wanted to be a pilot. now as 30 approaches i'll be happy to land a job which can sustain my bikes.
anyway here's the video. really love it.
if i had to think of a movie that fits this song, it'll be the first underworld.
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