Changes

I sit here feeling a teensy but smug.

Macam tu laa when you stuff into your pets face that you have an electric and he doesn't.
*smirks*

Just got Incubus's new album Light Grenades yesterday.
It's a lot less bouncy and alot more meaningful compared to the last 3.
It's their SOP to change it up every so often.
I think it's brilliant.
Songs to look up into is Dig and Anna Molly (pronounced anomaly).
Chun gila.

I can play the first riff and still figuring out the second riff for Anna Molly.

I HEART Mike Einziger. His riffs are good... and his poofy hair is cute too...
But these people don't exist in the real world do they.

*slaps self back into the real world*

Here I am thinking about the thought provoking meaning of life, which isn't 42 by the way. It's something to learn when you pick up good quotes from a song and you live by it like you read it out of the holy books. It's real life biting you in the ass if you start sputtering streams of teary eyed poetry from the deepest parts of your soul. It's amazing that as you do you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Cold sweat and shivers. The things you usually put a stop to before it enflames and engulfs you in the sheer mass of possibility amountable only if you had put your best foot forward instead of being so half-assed.

Zen brain farts attack you in the waking hours of the night or before you close your eyes to sleep. Brain farts that make the world of sense to you at that time but you forget as soon as you wake up the next day with the sun on your face. You never wanted to be in any position that may remotely be severing your hopes of true living but it happens to the best of us. It happens to the worst of us. It happens to us. It's perfectly fine to drift around in your wellbeing but know that every good thing comes to an end.

-Sha-

Sidenote: Today was ever so interesting. I shall write about it tomorrow before I go to Planet Hollywood since I haven't yet got the pictures from michelle.