4.7.05
Today was strangely, a good day. I retract everything in the first paragraph of the lastlastlast post =p. Because they weren't just chinamen, they were also chinawomen.
Yeah koay they don't look all that nice. but guess what. i don't care haha. i'd rather have the bookshop aunty who can talk and laugh and have fun, than nicole kidman who has cotton candy for thoughts. ^^
i hope i don't regret saying that either =p
gah chaos is in less than 48 hours time. the panic builds. i will have that four hundred dollars.
right now i'm imagining myself performing in a rock band, a la spotlight or that school of rock thingy. we're playing oasis' live forever or don't look back in anger, or u2's beautiful day or with or without you, or radiohead's electioneering (even coldplay's yellow). three chords and the truth. the first few chords warm up and i can feel the tingle already, seeping into the base of my spine, diffusing until it practically oozes from my pores. all the fear, nervousness, uncertainty, it all melts away into nothingness as i launch into the first few lines. there is only the overwhelming feeling of now, sing/play it now, now or never; let the music, the beat master my soul and coax every passionate note out. a guitar solo, rippling rivers of molten gold. then the buildup, an escalating tension, a race between the frenzied drummer, the epileptic guitarist, and the electrocuting bassist. a tempest of noise. before you know it the last chords fade away and it ends, as abruptly as it started
dream on.
ate your heart out at 7:45 PM
