I'm just so bummed out since watching Scrubs 'My Finale' episode. and ever since then I just can't stop listening, or humming or playing the song Book of Love by Peter Gabriel again n again nagain na gain in my head without having some kind of an emotional tingling in my chest or that area around my eyes on my face: yes, that's the closest i can get to the actual crying. Hey I'm not being a cocky jerk here, I think I'm just cursed with the disability to cry out my feelings, even as I was a baby. I've got a handful of ppl who can prove that.

Anyway I think all good thing must have an end. And as they say one mustn't spend too much time lingering in the past. What's got to go got to go, and we who're left behind must move on without those who've passed. Does that make any sense? I feel like I'm describing the emotional pain of death here.

Having that said, I'm off on a 24 hours of rerunning all the Scrubs DVD I have at home (I had the first 4 seasons and having went on an impulsive tour to my fav DVD Store and bought another 2, so now I have 6 Seasons, 1 more to go and waiting for the eighth to come out :D). May I laugh and be mostly near to crying all my way through watching those episodes. Thank god it's weekend.

And of course a tribute to one of the, if not the best TV Series of all time. It's made me laugh, cry, think a lot, realise my crush on my best female friend, help me deal with some real life issues, made me happy, made me depressed, made me understand the meaning of growing up.. and the list goes on. I'm gonna miss them.