Thursday, December 06, 2007
oh dear. it's 3 in the morning and i'm just done studying for tomorrow's test. sheesh. i swear, if i put in the effort i should be putting in into my entire life, it'd go according to plan. but who wants to put the right colours to match the right numbers in a paint-by-numbers kit?
yeah, sure you can, be my guest. but then you'd just get the picture on the box.
boy oh boy, am i excited. faceoff hitting the recording studios to get out our demo or hopefully an EP is terribly exhilarating. but the reason why is just mind-blowing. or at least just mine. that we'd send it - fully packed with 8 pairs of fingers crossed - for auditions to Baybeats 2008. titus, confident of the band as usual, made the arrangements. i can honestly say that without him, faceoff would just be another band playing to ourselves in a run-down jamming studio in an abandoned warehouse. faceoff, my brothers . these hands are yours. this head is yours to bang. this legs are yours to dance. these lips are yours to sing. this heart is yours to rock.
wow.
Baybeats 2008. till then , i'll keep my fingers and toes and legs and arms and eyelashes and hair and whatever crossable crossed. and should this dream come true. it'd be the second most happiest day of my life so far.
yeahyeahyeah you and i both know she's #1. always. though i don't show it sometimes. always. and she and i and a little boy we know agrees that #1 is waaaay better than top 5. heh.
i'm alittlequiteveryfucking hyped for Baybeats. but still. i'm scared for whole different reasons. it's still a week before she's flying off to canada and i'm scared. don't get me wrong, i want her to go. i know how much fun she'll have and how many pictures she'll bring home. heh. (i wanna see them all!) i'm just going to miss her a lot. it's bad enough spending a day without speaking to her. let alone weeks without seeing her. GAH. what i will feel after the next 7 days will be what she feels when the dear ol' boys in green call for enlistment. heh.
they always said women are stronger than men. and we never believed for our egos spoke louder. but she's overcome my shorcomings, shall swallow anxiety when i serve the nation, and shall bear a child. or 4. or 20. heh. OKAYOKAY! and through it all, she'll always find the time; to make her hair fall exactly the way she likes even after it's tousled when i play with it. to bask in exactly the right way in my arms. to make me smile with exactly the words i need to hear, to make the world go round with exactly the amount of love she harbours and spreads. and to put me to sleep in the most tender, affectionate way that should there be anything in my dreams it's sure to be lovely.
so much so, that i vow that a day shall not pass where she feels void of love. that not once shall she fall without me to catch her. that i will always defend her honour. that i will always open her bottle caps and stuck jar lids. that i will always love and cherish, her and everything she's given me. that i will make her proud.
iloveher and nothing else matters. yesyesokay i'm done. for now. heh.
Goodnightoneandall. may mr. sandman bring sweet dreams to those sleepy eyes.
Cashvin. 12/06/2007 03:11:00 AM
my comatose
its far too much for me.
scream.CashvinChristopher
20's not all that bad : finds solitude in the guitar. singing my lungs out. senseless expressive poetry. making a fool of myself. :)