Cokentos.

Just thought I'd share this with you.

I was at 7 Eleven just now.
I saw Fresh Cola flavoured Mentos.

In my head I was thinking, how conveniently ironic.
Mentos and coke or cola are proven nemesis.
Haha, so I figure it to be a little ironic, yeah.
It was amusing though :)

Sun-dried.

Well, I honestly just came on Delonix Rococo to tell you one thing.

I love the smell and the warmth of dried clothes straight after they've been out in the sun.

It's a comfortable smell you know? Haha.

Like each and every one of us, we have our own specific and unique smell.

It's like the smell of our parents, it's comforting. To us, they never smell bad, right? Well my parents don't :D

Oh yes, and please don't tell my mother about me liking the smell of the dry clothes, please?
She'll make me carry more clothes out to dry. ;) Knew I could trust you, thanks.

Haha :D

Burst.

Sad, sad, sad.

Not the holiday I imagined it to be.
Every time I wake up I feel scared.
Like there's something unfair and un-fun waiting later on.
Its that uneasy feeling in your chest, I hate it.

I don't know why it's there, honestly.
Sucks.
Big time.

Though Im doing everything I planned to before SPM finished, I just don't feel right.
Somethings wrong.

So, I was doing a lot of thinking.

Maybe another fresh start? Post welcome 2010.
Maybe I need to get rid of habits.
Bad ones, bad ones.
Might need to snap out of it.

Maybe Im being selfish? Don't know really.

Am so lost in this hormonal shithole of gloom. Wish the inner hippie would step out. Long hair, star glasses, tie dye t-shirt and all.
Peace, and loooooooooooove. Haha. See what that does to me? It makes me giggle. Haha.

Ill end on this note:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Replacing the Cat that Curiosity Killed

Blatant truth is staring me in the face, devoid of freshness. But I don't want to take it on.
Not now, please.

I want this. Make time cease to function for a moment, let time take a breather.
It's been working and working and working ever since, forever.
Give time a pension.
Give time a ticket for a cruise on the Mediterranean.

Anything, just, make it slow down at least.

Time, please help me counter perplexity.

Shabang.

Yeasss.

SPM is over.
And now, I shall bury myself in awesome things :D

Oh boy does it feel wonderful no to think about school anymore.

I love this.

This, is the life :D

Scratch that.

S P FREAKING M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hastalavista.
I PROMISE I'll post on the 8th.
Straight after exams are OVAHH!

Woohoo,

11 A'S! Be they +'s -'s or just good old plain A's!!!


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
PUMPED UP AND EXCITEDD!

Not.

I loathe you SPM.

Solace.

I'm not being dramatic. Really.

Every time I hold a guitar, I feel comfortable.

It's solacing. It's my solace.

Relaxation just inundates every inch of my very being. I swear. I feel so, at home.
I just love it.
It makes me so calm.

Every time I feel my shoulders are heavy, I just strum it all away.

It has quickly become a kind of book, where I can just write down all my feelings.
And all of those things I write, they disappear into the guitar. Even I forget them sometimes.
I guess that's what I like about it.
Only it knows, and it can never tell anybody else.
And all it does is listens.
It soothes me, all I need to do is sing my joys my sorrows; and it listens.

I suppose my loving the guitar and piano so much falls under the umbrella of what I really cannot spend a waking (or sleeping in fact) moment without in my mostly but not entirely mundane life.

Music.

I'd live and breathe good music if I could.