Tear you from the ceiling ..

If I had a car ...

... the windows would always be rolled down - winter, summer, autumn and spring. In tunnels and on bridges and when its really windy and perhaps when it's raining (depends).
... the air-conditioning would never be on because car-AC makes me really sick- I get headaches and nausea. (Heater will be on during winter though .. I can't stand the cold).
... there will always be music. The volume depends on the mood. Angry mood is always associated with loud music and speeding.
... only selected people on the front passenger seat. Surprisingly, the sibling makes it in the list.
... maybe I'll take up smoking (depends).

If I was guaranteed a large sum of money from inheritence I ...

... would invest it all in banks and whatever else- ongoing source of money (don't bother with the details) and not work a day in my life.
... study Philosophy or Anthropology or English Literature or Archeology.
... sleep all day and stay up all night.
... buy things I can't and won't ever be able to afford.
... practice black magic and the related mumbo-jumbo.

If I was smart I ...

... would not put off driving lessons.
... would not put off assignments for late nights and last minutes.
... would not write an entry on bloggers at this very moment.
... at least pretend that I cared.
... would not pretend to understand Dali and Monet and Gogh and art (contemporary, post-victorian, pre-victorian, surrealism, impressionism .. whatever other -isms) in general.
... would not expose so much on bloggers to the point where others claim they're able to write a 2000 word essay on Shaolee Jafrin Zaman (though I would be flattered).
... would have done some things very differently- Touched when I had the chance, studied when it was needed, spoken up when I was uncomfortable.
... would pretend to be more responsive- to everything.
... would definitely not talk so much.

Current song on iPod : Blind by Placebo
Still Reading : Chain of Hearts
Movies waiting to be watched : Five - Underworld Evolution, English Patient, Casino Royale, In the Mood for Love and The New World
Crushing on : Brian Molko
Plots for short-stories swimming in head : Four - I know the beginning, I know the end .. but no motivation/inspiration. My muse died in a car-crash?