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I would like to experience the feeling of fatigue from touring.

yo internet wazap.
i'll just sit at home.
living like a drone.
and play starcraft.
to build drones. on the internet.

more than ever, communication has dwindled
buzzers stop ringing, texts are not moving
i am rather confused.

i miss rachelrossmonicachandlerphoebejoeyhydekelsoericdonnaanfezjackiepennysheldonleonardwallowitzrajtedrobinbarneymarshalllilly

i am a rubbish bin because i am a rubbish bin.
but. i am a rubbish bin because because i am a rubbish bin.
however. i am a rubbish bin because i am a rubbish bin.
demo sa. i am a rubbish bin because i am a rubbish bin.
i am a rubbish bin. 2 weeks will become a month. a month will be come 2 months.
everyday will become starcraft. starcraft will become tomorrow. everyday will become starcraft. everyday.
tomorrow is a megatron everyday. yellow is on the table like a cup is behind the cotton in the sky. everyday.
because. the forty thirds of minimising tomorrow is a little tiny large disappearing everyday bomb.
like tomorrow is gone for yesterday because today is tomorrow. everyday is yesterday because tomorrow is yesterday.
but. butt. always. anyway. modes of transport lead a way to descent into a forever yesterday movement.

why am i afraid of success?

as much as playing in time is important.....
FUCK THE METRONOME.

hahahaha shit im really just a rock guy.

But who is going to eat with you?

Maybe it doesn't make sense that i use a CD player when i have an iPod.
But why does it have to make sense?

i think im gonna stop coming to class and sleep more instead.
it makes more sense to me. cause then i'm more awake to the things i have to do.
why dont i sleep early? cause it just doesn't make sense to me. haha

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys629ROKYtI

laaaaaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaaalaaaaaaaaaaaaa woo

Probably the only thing i miss is being carefree

btw, if you think about it enough, there's no such thing as needless pain.

one day i promise you will wish you still talked to me.

i don't like showers, i think its a waste of time.
however, since im wasting time already, might as well waste it well.
ok go shower go

(something really really deep. preferbly depth in water and around 50m-100m. however, since depth in water is rather superficial and not so deep afterall, maybe i'll change the subject with a bit of flowers such that you might not understand me, or rather, not take the time to figure what the fuck im actually talking about whilst i roll around in my own little bed full of fucking litter that i dont quite understand myself.)

(clever qoute)

now i feel clever. hahaha wtf

There will be difficulties and challenges, however, if i get through it, it will become so fulfilling and effortless.
hmm. i guess..

how come i pretend that people actually care what i post here?
ahhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhh
blahhhhhhhh
lahaahahahaha
googoogoogoogehgeh

haha

today i decided to review my life and make changes.
because if i don't.
what i do will kill me.

im happy that at this point in my life, there are people who won't tolerate me.

i want to hide under my table for a very long time.
just like how i like to post super vague stuff that nobody understands.

after a crazy week of business and a weekend of trying to chill with cheap thrills.
i am. talking to the internet again.

i just realised i can practice without my instrument.
its awesome. but at the same time. i realised. i NEED an iPod.
oh well. its not even a want. its a NEED.

lonely people. well. they talk to the internet.
hello internet. how are you?
oh wait. you cant reply me. or can you?

i should stop thinking that orange juice is the most perfect juice.
cause then. i'm not giving other juices a chance. im just being too obsessed with orange juice. right?

deal with it, bitch.

its okay. i have my snare drum.

its understandable.
the world is full of predators.

i was in my dad's car going to dinner when i suddenly felt sad.
then i felt lonely. and then i started thinking about things that i really shouldn't care about.
then i felt like blogging. then i realised i only wanted to blog because i didn't have anyone to talk to.
then i realised i felt lonely. then i realised.

Blogging is for the lonely.

Perhaps its just me, im not sure, but i really think its true, at least in my case.

one day. it will be rehearsals stage views post show parties and sightseeing everywhere.
and you can say. hey, you see that guy up there, i know him. I used to ______ with him.
whats gonna stop me

you dont read this anyway. but what do i do. what

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i feel so... helpless

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

anybody that actually knows my birthday, can buy me an iPod Classic.
i really need one. lol thanks

nobody knows im this stupid.
i guess its a good thing.

i think my sadist side is acting up.
this somehow feels good. hmm

anyway, have fun. dont forget to tell me what its like

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no need scared la dey.
what dont kill you make you stronger

hello. is there anybody out there. just nod if you can hear me.
guess not.

i like session players. they inspire me the most.
ordinary people. ordinary muscians.

tell me my flaws. seriously. tell it to my face.

like i cant be honest and straightforward.
theres always somebody watching, listening & judging

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you are fucking fucking stupid

180420110154

NO MORE ITP. BACK TO SCHOOL I LOVE SCHOOL

and i suck at 1st impressions. damn. YOU MISSED OUT ON A MUSICIAN. oh well. byebye

140420111353

you just gotta do the fucking homework man. damn... (pronounced dey-um (like glenn))

SO JUST FUCK OFF

NINETY FUCKING THREE
FUCKKKKKKKKKKK
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
hhahahahahahahahahaha

070420110135

i hate the words unique and special
the fuckers have spoilt the feel of the words

i am complaining
i am complaining
i am complaining
i am complaining
i am complaining

yes i am still complaining

i am complaining
i am complaining
i am complaining
i am complaining
i am complaining

I starting to think that ITP is show you how much of a nobody you are.
oh well.

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lonely sia. hai.

200220112204

this always happens.
how am i gonna get used to normal guitars after ive been playing a 62'
howhowhow.

and shit. my definition of normal guitars are actually considered luxury guitars to many other people. oops.

and.... ima drummer. lol

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gogogogo

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for all the things i regretted not doing.
this wasn't one of them.
after everything, it was awesome.
Thanks, and see you on my birthday.

Bastard.
Yeah. I guess.

1102111926

never think so much.
just whacked. wonder what will happen.

050220110433

clubbing. meh. boring.
i just want to play drums

0102110150

damn the drinks dont work anymore.
or maybe im not having enough.. hmm..

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why is it when eyes meet in a tv show. they smile at each other.
and when the same thing happens to me, its just awkward, and she doesn't smile.
hmm. maybe i gotta smile first.

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where's my robin? i wonder.

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well.
its not easy having a dream

080120110051

how do i know if i love music. and music is my life?
i dont understand how some can say these things with so much confidence.
i cant do it. to me its a big deal to state such things. i dare not. im not sure of it.