Its Not My Birthday Anymore.

Its sad when u wake up and realise that ur not 15 turning 16 anymore. You're just sixteen. People say sweet sixteen, but a day without rain is just pure torture to me. Today I woke up at 6 am. Sent Dominick off at the airport. Said bye bye. Then I had an excessive breakfast at Tiong Baru Food Court. Ren Jin is still sick. She is infatuated with her sweets. Sad case huh. She is never going to recover from her darned cough. Not that I really care that much anyway.

Band practice was exceptionally horrid. The things that was put in were so novel and nice. But I thought of them as horrid. Maybe 'cause I wasn't use to the whole new experience thing. I didn't really like Harianto's voice. I thought he should shout less into the microphone and bite his consonants out. You shouldn't be singing songs like Jay Chou rapping. I didn't want to play but suddenly I had to play. What the hell.

I'm still stuck with that conversation yesterday going through my brain. I can't get enough of it. Imagine hearing an angel's voice. That's what Rain's voice sounds like. Its exeptionally unique, beautiful and sweet. I want to heat more.

Have you ever imagine yourself taking on many people? thinking of how you unleash your punches before you set them in place? I should stop day-dreaming sometime and start putting some of those useless thoughts into bloody darned actions.

"eh. you should be going to sleep now right. then go and sleep" - pokiwoki (Matt Yong)