sometimes I wish I could hang on to the world I used to love, find my reason for staying in here. well even utopia has its dark undertones - perfection has its price.
opus nine was um alright. tiring. faded out from intermission onwards after being grinded flat by my somewhat uninspired playing and lack of focus. loved the song the kids sang; walking through the gloomy rainy day. bittersweet touch of irony there.

safe to say from here,
you're getting closer now
we're never sad cause we are not allowed to be

my brother's getting enlisted for ns on 3rd december. how fun. well I guess these things just happen.
I am not integrated for this - hold still all of my life, all of my time...
the natural life you're born you die; the natural life you're wrong you're right.
half the time I wish my world could be righted on its axis.