mistaken identity.

oh god. today is like vesak day. hm went to my grandmas hse early in the mornin. prac went there fer the whole day la. ok. it WAS the whole day. ah. not a avid believer of buddhism really. ok today was real boring. shant touch on it.

went fer this concert organized by many schools last night. one of them was VS. was kinda nice really. they invited lotsa local bands to perform. hey singapore got many stars man. ALOT of them can sing. wasnt really that hyper but there were a few people i would say, were like kinda retarded and stuff? hmm. well aint right to say that but yea, to me, they were spastic. flinging their arms and evrything. and im telling you, lots of them were like exercising. aerobics. right. so gundu. okok. shant comment further. woo and theres donita rose and her husband. what's his name agn? damn he's cool. both of them slang la. natural. nice. and they keep putting each other down. but in a funny kinda way. in the end they ended up dancing on stage. real nice. like clubbing in western areas that kind of feeling. haha. anyway the bands were good and most played rock. hmm. there were two i liked most.

EIC and mistaken identity.

esp EIC la. they were one of the exceptions cuz they played more of r&b. more olden days kind. and all original. they had this song called beatle girl or beetle girl. not too sure. reminded me of olivia. haha. and the guy's vocals is damn nice. have the kind of 'holy' feel. yupps. and i din get to eat at that wrecked place. stupid they sold the pizza outside. haha.

hm mistaken identity. nice too. actually i like the last track of their album only. forsaken.

another night alone, i know its getting colder. this obsession starts to grow. will i be the one you hold? another teardrop wept, hidden questions answered. this silence has been broken, confessions of a man. this masterpeice was written, the story of two drifters. was it based on love, or was it all false hope? will this trinity be ever, you and i together? ashes on the floor. a ballad written for. another day apart the hours are growing longer. lights start to dim. has the end begun? people come and go, its memories that linger. im tired of being cross lovers. a poet at his end, a chance was all he asked. will it be his moment or was it never meant? all his thoughts are spoken, in a ballad written for.

haiis. everyone's so materialistic now. all money talk. no one seem to talk about feelings now. all i hear is work and gossips about other ppl's relationships. cant anyone find someone to really confide into? someone he/she can trust entirely? i think that, as a fact, is really really hard. even i, myself. cant be someone like that. but i noe. there are exceptions. and i admire them. (:


if there's something in this world we must treasure,

its friendship.