i keep on remind myself not to sing.

there's a piece of note
written " dont sing"
pasted on my computer monitor
to remind myself not to sing like i do everyday.

dont sing,
dont sing,
dont sing.

cz i coughed for nearly a month
and i cant continue stressing my throat
singing with winamp again.

why do people set rules to stop themselves from doin things that they knew it was wrong?

and now i did the same thing.

i dont understand,
i dont understand,
i dont understand...

nvm,



i think i'll break that anyway.



i dont miss you
i dont
i dont.

blower's daughter.

the morning i woke up late for class and i saw the arms of the clock pointed to 1 o'clock.

why you have to let me down,

only time when i needed u the most?

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why you have to leave me stranded,

and frozen behind the time?

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i have always believed in you, i really do,

but now u have broken it.

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how to rebuild the trust i had for you,

all over again?

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dont stop, move on,

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oh, my alarm clock.

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yawn.

easel.

do u understand feeling of the sudden urge to do something in a relaxing afternoon?
and today,
i went out to look for an easel.

it has been a long while since i last paint.

i bought a set of brushes, just to feed my desire
but i didnt start painting
i bought colours and sketching block
but still,
i didnt start painting

i think i need an easel,
i want an easel,
i want it to be in my room
ive even pictured where should i place it.hehe.

maybe with that way,
i'll be more motivated to start laying words in colors again.


get me one, anyone ?

the stage, not my own.

Have i told u, that audiences are performers too?
now ive made it to the stage
but still,
once an audience, always an audience
people asked me to concentrate on stage
but i always tend to do stupid little things

one of them is the sudden urge to focus on some audience

no, not pretty faces,i just focused on what they do
carefully listening to me,
or pretending to listen with arms crossed
or some who dont even care,
and those who do talking to the mobile phone all night long.

everything little things suddenly become so clear
too clearly seen for me to concentrate on myself

until the day i master the ability to watch each and everyone under the stage
while playing guitar,
and singing out loud,
while trying to remember words in lyrics that me myself dont undetstand
while thinking of other stupid little things

forgive me for not concentrating in being the me on stage
im still learning.

do u even care what i mumbled on stage?
no, me myself dont care either.