I want you now, I don't care how.

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Day by day you're proving yourself unknowingly,
A perfect fit is the description I would give us,
Me and You, so happy and free,
Do you feel the same faith on how long we'll last?

Insomnia and Paranoia burst out within me,
Yet somehow you managed not to lose your footing,
No one has ever felt my thorns and refuse to bleed,
But you actually played well with my strings

I walked up the door with vines entangled,
Choosing fate over destiny while the lies starts burning,
The wheel didn't turn, efforts set able,
This room I stayed in get the wooden bells ringing,

For amplifiers I sat on, were not made of tissues,
The blast that caught in these shines of blue,
A sneaker call out to the stalker trying the fool,
Till I turned into the corner in between two,

Then I found You.
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First day of school after break. - Checked.

Kopi-O for the start. - Checked.

No sleep throughout the night. - Checked.

Books, files, and Monopoly Deal. - Checked.

Scratching balls while smoking. - Checking.



Ready, Set, In a Relationship,
Lan

Do me a favour

Before I went into NS,

I was that immature kid who made pranks on others via MSN,
Then posting them up here to shame them.

Yet here I am,
Gone through NS,

Learning the steps towards maturity.

But guess what?

THAT IMMATURE SIDE OF ME STILL LIVES!


Let me present the new-age victim of SLN chat logs.

Ze Wanderboy.

He came up to me looking for part time jobs,
And yeah I was in my evil mood back then.

Sorry man I had to do this.

NOT.

(All of these is in malay, so ask your malay friends for you non-malay ones)




Of course to intensify this "recipe",
I gotta add in more spice to it don't cha think so?



And to close it all up.




Moral of story?

Always go for jobs that offers duit "Halal".


Back on track,
Lan

To all that matters

I'm tired of this.

I'm tired of being pushed around like this.

I'm tired of certain people giving me songs that is beyond my vocal range,
And expect me to train up my vocal chords and reach that note.

So what if I can reach that note and able to complete the song?
While straining my voice all the way throughout?

The song may have cool guitar parts,
The song my have the bass line everyone who listens will get hook to,
The song may have the drums giving the hype to everyone.

But you can't just put me inside and expect me to fit in with all the notes playing around me.

You may not notice,
The band may not notice,
But the crowd will know how much I'm trying to force out those high notes I strain hard to reach,

They will know thats not my natural range,
Then it'll reflect back on the band.

And me?
I'm risking jamming up my chords and get all strained up.

I want us to sound like a band,
Not pushing everyone beyond their limits.

There's reasons why I kept improvising our originals,
No matter how complete they may sound.

I want to make them in such a way they sound like a band.

And that is why there are times I suggest bringing a third party to listen to us,
Because only a vocalist,
And someone outside listening to us,

Will really know how the melody sounds like,
How complete we sounds like.

Ever wonder why I took so much pride in "Play of the Night"?

It's the only song that brings everyone into the limelight,
Taking their turns.

That is what I want,
No one is singled out.

And whatever happened to them sessions?

The mode of our band's chemistry,
The mode of coming up with new songs together?

We used up all the times going for jamming sessions,
But is there no one else except me who realise there's something missing?

That band chemistry we used to have?


To everyone that matters,

Our break since Mayday was far too long,
We need to get back up on our feet running again.

Bring those sessions back,
And understand the limits of every member in the band.

The Vocalist,
Lan