blogging is no longer the trend anymore. i used to notice that in seniors, wondering why they didnt blog as much as they used to last time. so it seems that when you grow older, you dont blog as often. and you start using proper english with punctuations.



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i'll slap those people who still do, my age.


oh, i know one. marcus lye. haha.



and you'd start posting random thoughts instead of your everyday life. like what im doing now.




everyone's past is like a dirty linen, not to be washed in public. everyone you see on the streets, definitely has a dark past, shameful things they did, unforgivable things, funny but embarassing things, scandalous stuffs. its kinda amusing to see what things you have done, and thought about a few years back. makes you think. in a short span of a few years we have all matured to young, mature, respectable adults. 17, and full of beans eh ;)



anyway my brother brought back a sop sax and we both had fun with it. due to my teeth structure i could not bite the mouthpiece properly LOL. i had to play it sideways to have a decent grip on it, kenny g style. im gna make it my second principal instrument hahaa.


speaking of music.. i just have to live with it, dont i? it has always been like that, in the shadows for 4 years, now doomed to be in the shadows for another 2. at least its not so bad now. 1 year has passed, just wait for like 5 more months? i wont learn anything la. all these years i had to grab or find opportunities shamelessly, ask for things when others would have it given to them, just in order for me to learn. though sometimes i ask myself, what for i want to improve? to show others that im good? or for my own self satisfaction. initially it was the latter, until i was so cast aside, ignored and underrated for so long that it kind of became both. i have to bring back my aim. i will not care about you people anymore. and yes i like the limelight, i like to be in front, i like individualism. but its just that i do the support role too good for, well, for my own good. it sucks to be me, really.