doesn't matter much bitch

at crawlspace with the ahjey's last weekend. can't say much about the chunkfest audition and the junction 8 charity show. performing was already great even without the crowd. the most rubbish days ever. since the fasting month, gigging come to a slow. so more time to concentrate on some new materials and going out to get inspirations, hopefully. school is out by the way and i got nothing better to do but hang around. hahaha.

i'm still relying on my parents for god knows how long. they quite irritated in some ways but i don't care. i'm going home late more often now just for hanging out with the usual suspects which i love to do. i've been smoking loads like always. still stuck with old clothes. cleared up most of them and left practically little whats left. i've been using my brothers' stuff and got him pissed and complaint to my mom. but i don't care. i'm still stuck with skinny jeans and tight t-shirts and stuff. one of my jeans tore on the backside because it's too tight. i woke up in the afternoon most of the time and always on the internet especially on facebook. i randomly found myself on the flstudio fiddling with rhythms and beat trying to make a "song" but i think it sucks in the end. i like watching cooking shows since i was young, even documentaries and stupid animal shows. i cut down on watching cartoons which i think i'm becoming more mature in some ways. and yes i'm still single, still finding the right one but i really have no idea what am i doing most of the time. i've not been dating for like a year already so you know the rest. every night on clear night sky i'll open up my bedroom window and stargaze till i fell asleep. and on random occasion i'll sit under my block stoning to nothing or hang out at the corridor and watch the sunset. it's beautiful. some nights i'll have insomnia and it's really irritating. some nights i'll just get a little emotional when the past kept creeping back on me like an asshole and make me look like a pathetic loser. yesterday, mom really got upset when i told her that i will continue to smoke till my dying days. she don't really care about me that much like before and that's pretty great.

now it's for the music and the friendship. about love, it's hard to say but i've been having crushes on multiple girls and i find it amusing in a way. easy say i'm searching for a wife material not some puppies that i've to take care of everytime she get's into deep shit. i'm very very selective.

so, "my life is so wonderful and miracle". kudos.

oh, some minahmakesureyoushavefragrancehotel just added myspace for whatthefuckreason there is. do i have to say more... tsk!