Damn you F4 & your harmonizing goodness! You should be ugly!

edit: Sorry about the length.  I got in a good bamble!

Yesterday was a bad work day.  It was one of those days when no matter how fast or hard you work you make no headway. You have work pushed on you that you usually don't do and you feel like you have no clue what's happening.  We've all had days like that unless, of course, you're independently wealthy living off of the work of your robberbaron great grandfather, in which case, adopt me.   As soon as I finished I started listening to music and surfing the net.  No shopping because no money.  Otherwise, there'd be some Amazon or Yesasia boxes wheeling my way, I'm sure.  (I'm weak.  I admit it.)  Instead I listened to music.  Bad music that I love.  Good music that I like.  Great music that feeds my soul.  There was Paganini  (I had typed panini until I realized that it's a sandwich, lol) & Schubert, Mr. Tye & The Neptunes, Clazziquai & Brown Eyed Soul, and Fahrenheit & those 3 good looking Taiwanese guys with their smexy American friend among others. 

The first few pieces and/or songs I listened to made me sad.  I was literally crying at one point.  It all started with my listening to "Love Non-Stop" sung by Ken Zhu of F4.  (The song is featured in Wish to See You Again, a drama that let me down unfortunately.  Horrible lead actress.  Rushed writing of the lead male which caused his character's personality to flip flop like a fish out of water.  It's only saving grace was the fantastic supporting cast whose stories lacked closure.)   Anyway, I moved on to "Goodbye" by L2M.  I stupidly followed it by listening to those 4 F's singing their version of Goodbye not once but 3x.  It felt like I was finally saying goodbye to my dear friend, Lisa, who died of cancer almost a year ago.  The song isn't really about that type of goodbye, but the emotionality brought through by the harmony of the F4 version just made me overwhelmingly sad.  Actually, it was Ken's and Van's voices that did me in.  Their voices pair together exceedingly well.  Too well.  I became a puddle.  I wanted to kick them both in the shins.  It didn't help that I followed "Goodbye" with other sad listenings that all began to blur into one giant snotball.  (ewwww I know right?)

To get me out of it, I said to myself, 'Jiro Wang will lift your mood.'  Mind you he usually does when I'm looking at him and not listening to him sing, but I gave it a go.  Fahrenheit rawr!  It didn't work.  I then said to self, 'That damn F4 got you into it, J to the V to da K to the V best get you out.'  They did along with the aforementioned Fahrenheit, et al.  That took me right to 8pm and Heroes.   A few hours later I was back listening to music.  Like a good friend with a mean sense of humor iTunes shuffled straight to F4.  Seriously.  Over 1000 mp3s on this computer and it decides 'hey let's play those 4 handsome guys that had her in tears 3 hours ago.'  This time it kept it lighter and I was able to kill the Mandarin language (and a few eardrums) while singing the Ally version of "Zai Zhe Li Deng Ni."  Man, I can kill a song.  Killed it dead I did.  I wouldn't be surprised if the file never plays again, lol.  After 2 F4's it played one song per V (-anNess & -ic) before moving on to classic Phila Soul from the 70s.

Jump to my jarring awakening this morning.  One of those dagnabbit Flower Four guys crept their sexy self into my head while I was asleep and did unspeakly naughty things to me.  I think he's done it before without my remembering.  It'd explain the herniated neck.  TRUST ME!  It would.  On top of that I was awake 2 hours early.  TWO HOURS!!  After taking 10 minutes to pillow talk myself ... what?  It went something like this:

WTF was that?
Dude, I do not know. 
Damn. 
Right!
If he's half as good as my imagination.. woo lawd.
His woman's a happy camper.
B*tch betta be. 
I'm ready to get up and make breakfast.
I'll take an omelette.

Then, I started laughing.  It was funny.  I guess you had to be there.  Anyway, I fell back to sleep, and could barely raise myself when the alarm went off.  It was like Day of the Living Dead up in here except without the insatiable drive to eat human flesh.  (I originally typed hunger for human flesh, but I wasn't giving you people any extra fodder for your cannons.  Hear that MissKelly?  Do ya?  Huh?)  Anywho, I'm swearing off the pretty mens of F4 until the end of the year.  That's it!  I'm done.  No more tv shows.  No more music.  No more movies.  (I watched Linger the other day.  It's really good.)  No picking with egg lovin' Monsieur Pussycat.  Nuthin'!  This I command.  [Yul Bryner stance] So it said. *clap* So it shall be done. *stomp* [/YBs]  EXCEPT I've gotta finish Momo Love (with Ken in the cast) & Autumn Concerto (starring Van) first.   And see if yesasia has Van's cd and the movie he did with Sammo Hung.  (I loves Sammo.  He's got such a sweet little round pinchy the cheeks face.  And the man is limber.  I'm not much for older men, but he makes you wonder.)  But then!  Haha!  DONE!  No mas until 2010.  I did it with, uh..um..ok hollup.. I forgot the group's name but I did it.  And it's been 2 whole months since I've listened to Ringo Shiina.  I can do eet!  Done with Wu, Zhu, Zhou, and Yan.  El finito.  Totally and completely... anybody buying this?