The hay fever's making me irritatable..I woke up, struggling in my head whether to sleep in and skip web design
or to go web design and skip afternoon's colour and composition, so that I can return to recover from the terrible mind-nose-eyes-lungs-wrenching sickness.
I decided to go for morning class and hopefully recover by afternoon, so that I would not miss any class.
I jumped out of bed, crossing my fingers.
I dilly-dalied to pack my huge bagpack, took my files, wallet, water bottle, A3 drawing block.
After my refreshing bath, it was 20 mins to class time.
In my gancheongness, I broke my adidas eau de toilette.
the blue liquid splattered the floor, my heart pinched as i held the broken glass
Was getting really late for school, I had to take a cab

During the 3-hour web design tutorial, I was sneezing half the time.
BLAH BLAH. I decided I would skip afternoon class.

I brought my huge drawing block and paint brushes for nothing.
So, I walked to the bus stop to go home.. and i realised I didn't bring my ez link card, i CABBED again


and then i went home.. rested.. and now I'm feeling better.


So What's the point of this story?


Somebody buy me a new bottle of perfume!!


HAHAHAHAHAH

war in the skies

Somewhere beneath the clouds
Beyond the furthest skies visible to the naked eye

the angels are at war

with crafty eyes, the devil sneaks
with fancy footwork, he confuses the angelic beings
he attacks secretly, yet in the open

despite the outrage and afflictions
dignity remains

the skirmish perseveres
our prayers perservere

maybe

maybe i will grow up
maybe i won't

maybe you will fall in love with me
maybe my heart will grow cold when you do

maybe i will become an artist
maybe i can be a pastor
maybe i will own businesses
maybe i will end up an office girl

someday i might get married
someday i might be with the man of my dreams
then again, that happens in the movies
i guess, for now it's ok to dream

maybe i will get to travel around the world
maybe i will enjoy romance in France
maybe i will get adventurous in Egypt
maybe KL and Batam is all i will get

maybe i will fall in puppy love many times
each time with someone new

even then, i might not be able to forget you

maybe i will become a songwriter
maybe i will be an author of many books
maybe my works will appreciated by thousands
maybe i will simply continue to blog

maybe someday i will not like rock music anymore
maybe my kids will think i am so old-fashioned
then again right now, i just wanna listen to my emocore

maybe i will have to accept the fact
that time and tide waits for no man
maybe i will have to accept the fact
that maturity comes with the acceptance of responsibilities

maybe i can believe
that all my dreams can become reality
maybe i can achieve
the highest potential ever, within me

day by day i grow up
i grow up




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Felt like writing, and i started. and then this came out. This is inspired by something i heard on the radio a few weeks ago.

random. Love, share, give

Hung out with Nessa Esther and Nat after school on Fri. We were dead tired after school, didn't do much but it was fun. Cam-whoring at WhiteSands Mac, ChaiChee porridge at blk 85 market, jamming at my house after that. Quality time.














One of my favourite people on earth! My first friend in CMM. Hit it off immediately. She taught me how to show love freely, to sing like you're singing to the world, that it is ok to give a piece (or many pieces) of my heart to a person even if it means ending up scarred. I LOVE VANESSA.

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Since I don't have time to pour out my thoughts..

I'll just make this short.

A few quotes from other blogs I chanced upon:

I remember the first day I met Boon, my drum leader, he said, "You are not good until your neighbour as good as yourself."
Reading this from a fellow musician friend just reminded me to be less complacent:

"well if the guitarist sucks, well then pull him up, bring him up to another level!
So, remember, if you're talented, and good at wat you do, but you cant make your fellow drummer, or bassist or keyboardist or guitarist or wat not as good as yourself, then really, you are only good for yourself :) Just dat, nothing else. And so the question is, how good can dat be really?"

Just a few days back, I was really inspired at how my friend was going the extra mile for the guy she likes, even knowing that it might not be reciprocated the same way. When I read the following from another musician friend's blog, it hit me:

"
It is about going the extra mile, doing things that are not "you", being frank and funny, and it doesn't matter if the person reads it as love or not. Love is a gesture and something that I learnt from the most perfect person on the earth."

so what's the conclusion? Musicians are not just EMOtional but we think ok, we think think think alot. Our brains move. hahah crappy.

ok the point is, we are all living on the same earth, living to make each others' lives better. As iron sharpens iron, we learn from each other, eventually making the world a better place. hahaha THE POINT IS,

Live, not just for yourself. Love, and be free.