a bullet through the heart </3

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

heys.

you guys out there asking me to update. here i am. gonna do it.

thnks yati.

lets start.

do what u can today than wait for tomorrow. let it flow through your mind. think abt it.

i tink you should do things today than put it off. lets say after eating and you're too engrossed in watching DIA and the best part is coming up. so u say u'll put the plate later but it never did end up in the sink. instead under your bed with croakcoaches and gekko and stuffs. blahs. u get what i mean.

fishing.
suddenly, im so into fishing. i'll go anywhere to fish. kelong, pasir ris park( even though there are cikpon's its fucking true boys and girls. i tink im gonna snap if i see one then be sick for a month ) pulau ubin. anywhere. even though it hurts. physically and emotionally say the sand flies and mosquitos and the things that fly pass u. playing with your every thought. its scary. but its all for the fishes. im gonna pump in alittle more cash for fishing.

drums.
dad says i cant get a drumset. cos he knows i gots money. fuck it. so im gonna jam myself even if i have to. at school. or studio. just to improve myself. to be a better drummer. so that i can live up to my nickname. i dont tink thats a suitable one for me right now. thats all i wanted. maybe i'll get other percussions like the djembe or congo's and bango's get it?..

a few days ago i jammed wit the others. it was okay. i just played too loud. and on that day i wanted to be noticed cos there was this snobbish drummer next door who was freaking spoiling my beat when we were playing. fuck him. like as if he can play a 16-beat.

a new cut.
my hair. its okay. do u guys think so? the new cut? i feel like going back to the old. will see how.

rockclimbing.
again. i need a rockclimbing khaki. who ever can? please. i need to practice. its been long. anybody?

sick.
im the sickest i ever been in my entire life.

i got high fever, i cant talk out loud, im weak. lots of shit. but i still can drum. haha. actually practice my showmanship( the fancy stuffs drummers do )

i want to open it. but i cant. im just to reluctant. i cant do it. i'll wait till the time is right. by then. who knows what might happen. and peoms are coming up soon. sick.

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[[ think, think and think ]]
[[ russian guilt and love ]]

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