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on the verge of falling


we're falling apart,
i wish i could save you,
but you kept everything to yourself,
you know that i tried to make things right,
but it all never seems to work out,
we're on the verge of falling down.




Monday, February 11, 2008
naive wasnt a negative sign

my evriday mornings hav been filled up with working hours... decided to went fer a getaway as well as cath up moment with my frens... ive seldom took a train ride alone... but yesterdae was one of those rare moments... i trained alone to town...

lonely moments set me tinking and reflecting... to me im not naive in the past tinking of sharing part of me with her... i realised dat it was like a stepping stone which leads to another... surely there are times when i wish i could erase it from the past but thru matters lyk tis we actuali became closer...

went to PLAZA SINGAPURA and finally got hold of my long awaited pair of 7A FINETIP DRUMSTICKS... just like wat ive wanted... artist series... thou its abit costly... i guess its worth the price... it cost me 17 bucks..







ZilDijian - TERRI LYNE CARRINGTON
images of u keeps on coming back to me at a more freaquent cycle... guess im missing u too dearly... its been almost 2 months since my eyes laid upon ur priceless smile... i need to see u soon to let go of my miss-es
words are meant to be said but not all of them may be true and sincere... actions makes an individual outshine but is it on purpose doings? tears shed lyk a river flow because of the remembrance of our sorrows... dat i would say to be a heartfelt sign... my emotions running in me could be as sincere as possible fer i hav never had anione special in my life except fer you... opportunity given will be taken wothout hesitation...
your's truly...
todae was kind of a tiring day fer me i guess...slept late ytd night... woke up at 7 to report to werk later... did wat i had to at werk with the thot of giving up my break time so dat i can finish it and make it fer band...
as per normal MUZAP will take the juniors while i control the seniors... i emphasize greatly on strokings and rudiments... dats my forte... feel abit empty just nw... maybe its because dat i was the onli 1 present from my batch... got closer to my juniors... shared my experiences with them thru the years dat i had...
its had to belive dat actuali 5 years hav come and go quickly...
din reali had tym to hang out after band... family dinner at newton circus was planned... eat my fill and here i am blogging...
out from this sorrows and anguish...


A Recollection Of Memories...








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