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Sunday, March 9, 2008, 12:06 AM
If i could, id be there.
![]() Friday went by like shmuck. Vocals after school, and our music producer finally arranged the songs, so he added in all the drums, the guitars and the ooomph factor that our music writer really didnt have. Our music writer cannot sing. He cannot sing. Honestly, i woulda prefered 54 hours of middled aged karaoke banshees than hearing him sing. So yea, worked on my other song, which i really like, cos its very salsa-ish and has that jump-around feel to it. Ishaan wasnt there(thank God) cos sheila told him he didnt need to come. Bless you sheila. Bless you. Chilled in the cafe after that, and since ishaan wasnt there, it was especially fun to insult him, but it got boring after a while cos he wasnt there, so we made our own ishaan. And we made a story of how ishaan, represented by a coke bottle, swallowed a knife and fell headfirst into a bucket and died. Then we took turns throwing paper balls and flicking bottle caps at it. Oh yea, we're such interesting folk. We did this for an hour. yea cheap thrills, can you blame us? Its the only way to pass time. I wonder, if one day ishaan became like, president (God forbid) Singapore would crash so badly, we'd have to like, shift to another planet. pfft. Today was boring like hell. I slept till 12. Then went headed off for lync. My second time being there and its fun, jammed like crazy after all was over. And i swear there are alot of talented musicians there. Then i went to ikea, and i bought a new lamp. That pretty much sums up my day. You know someone's life is really pathetic when the highlight of his day was buying a new lamp. But yes, i bought a new lamp. Whoopee. It sure beats that ugly white flourecent light up on my ceiling before, now i have a nice warm yellow stand lamp. Oh hell i just realised, its the start of the holidays. But what bull, there aint no holidays, gotta go back to school every day for rehearsels and lessons. I had another interesting convo with my dad today, one of oh so few i have every now and then, we communicated more in sociable grunts than words. . . Dad: mm? me: *grunt* Dad: *grunt* me: *grunt* *grunt* Dad: mmhmm. . . Translated, that means, . . Dad: Wotcha doing? Me: Work. Stress. Kill me. Dad: Get used to it son, welcome to hell. Me: Pfft, thanks. Dad: Have fun. . . Wonderful no? I have this persistant nagging neckache that wont go away. Shoo neck ache. Shoo. As you can see, i make no more sense. pfft. Sue me. Im outta here. Seeyuh. Ao |
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