♥ Sunday, February 22, 2009
My random expulsion of confined insanityHasn't really happened these few days huh?LolCan't believe its been 20 days since my last postI haven't NOT blogged in this long before!Even during A levels I blog every few days!Oops :xHaha!But nothing much has been happening so farWork, home, work, homeWatched a few movies?HahaAnd gonna repaint my roomWhile talking with xt and jasmine todayI finally understoodThat my inspiration for coloursCame from an SBS bus...Which is quite freakyI do not want my room to look like a busThank you:/HahaAh wellConcert next week!Practice has been crapEverywhere that is "practice-able" is now playableSo I actually have put in alot of effort kBUTTT everywhere important is still crap!We spend hours on two bars in heart and voiceAnd its STILL impossibleSigh.I wonder what will happen on concert dayScrewed as usual?...Hope everything will be fineAnd those people who keep ponning practice will come-_-It spoils the sound when you whack through the whole pieceWhile we've practiced so muchAnd Benji will scold us cos he went through it beforeAnd its not our faultIts the people who just come and whack...Besides all thatNothing much in my lifeHahaAlthough I hope I get more restWhich I have been getting alot...ErrI don't know what I need or want from lifeHahaSo I shall just be a satisfied happy little mouseAnd sit in a nice little hollow coconut huskWhere nothing can harm meAnd I can float on sea everydayAnd even through harsh stormsI'll always end up bobbing to the surfaceSafe and soundWhat a happy life that would beReminds me of James and the Giant PeachUm, a downsized version =DEveryday my dad nags at meEveryday everyday everyday its the sameA routineA vicious cycleWish I could live my own life the way I want itBut noMarch 30 interview here I comeMAYBEEE I could just run away...Far from all thisI meanYou can't find me in a foreign countryWhere I don't leave traces because no one will recognise meIts not as small as SingaporeWhere everywhere I go I bump into peopleHahaAnd not only thatThe public LOVES to scrutinize what you are doing all the timeHovering over youMaking sure you don't cause any troubleBecause they can handle ANYTHINGAs long as nothing happensThey always sayPrevention is better than cureBut I thinkIts only becauseIf something REALLY happensThey don't know how to cure itAnd I don't know what I'm rattling on and on about againWhatever.Life's like thatEither swallow everything that's thrown at youAnd spit it all back at the people who threw themOr bear the brunt of the painAnd keep suffering throughoutKeeping it all inside youEventually you'll just wither away in agonyWhy let it hurtWhen you can let it all outAnd feel much better afterwardsBesidesWhat are friends for?