Verbal Constipation...

Sometimes women write beautiful songs. I cant stop listening to Alanis's You Oughta Know rite now. Its so, straight up, if u noe wat i mean. I wish all male artist could write songs like tis. U noe, like, dissing their freakin ex. Its helps alot. Angry, but soothing. And Jill Scott, oh my god, i love her freakin voice, and her songs are so 'beautifully human'. I jus love women.


Clarke Quay... Its been a long time...


G-Max... 101 things i should try before 30. Hmmm...

I went to Clarke Quay jus now, after my soundcheck at Pasir Ris. The last time i went there was like 5 months ago, eating at Hooters wif Rama and Fee. Tats fuckin long. Btw, the soundcheck was kinda bad. My cd skipped a few times like as if it was in Shera's car. I was blamed for tat. And Imran was in a bad mood, i have no idea why. Tmr i got to report at 4pm, and i'm not asleep yet. Jeez!

Ok, back to Clarke Quay. Rizal brought us to One Night Stand not knowing tat all male patrons must be 23 years and above to enter. So we ended up chillin outside a bar jus beside the G-max thingy. Gotta try tat btw, wif Ali ofcourse. Niwae the place was so freakin hot. I didnt sweat alot, but the rest did. So after a $60 drink, which i think is quite expensive, we went to Amara to check out tis Latin Club. It was damn cool. Love the moves. Everyone on the dance floor was dancing like it was a session. Most of the ladies down there was so sexy. I wanted to chill there, but the rest wanted to make a move. But i managed to grab some flyers before i go. Hehehe! After tat, everything was a total boredom. All of us ended up chillin at East Coast Park, of all freakin places. And there are so many mat and minahs there, i dont understand why. I had two tom yam instant noodle, a big bottle of lychee tea, then freestyled a malay song entitled 'Ayu Tetek Besar' and then headed back home wif the rest. The outing was freakin boring, but i love the salsa thingy. The chinese ladies there are so hot. Fancy skirts btw. Hehehe!

So tis is my new blog. A new version of me. I dont know why i love doing new blogs, and the funny thing is, i never seem to update them after a few posts. Well, yesterday i had a chat wif an old fren of mine, Wei wei, and we seem to have the same problem. Wei came out wif a new word in my life. 'Verbal constipation'. U see, sometimes i wanna write/blog, but i jus dont know how to put them in words. Plus my fuckin English is so fuckin bad i must say, so its kinda hard. But i'm happy doin wat i like. Yey!

Got a gig tmr. I'm like not so prepared for it. Jeez!

I still love my Sab. And i miss her bad. Sigh~ "what if God was one of us?!!"