I feel weird..Dont you??
ok..i'm weird.No questions asked.


Today is the shortest monday.Ever.And that's why it's so weird.It's like i'm finally freed from a bottle any sadist child will do to trap..or..ok..to speak their language..rear an insect.
I bet any of you have taken at least one gruelling journey which you once so hate and suddenly become attached to it when it disappears in a puff one day.Eh??

Hmm..this is what i've experienced. This is my story, my evolution from a catepillar to a butterfly in that bottle that once traps me in..
Damn..it's incredible how much i miss it now..Do you understand?? It's the very reason it is gruelling that gives me this nostagia now..You know??


okok..mind that dandruff..Stop scratching your head about what i just said..
to put it in a despaerado, simplistic, and short way of encoding the karhma that i've just mentioned..

It's....


I MISS BAND!!

yes, i do!! i miss the possibility of gettin poked in the eye by the baton..the possibility of being suffocated in my trombone case..or the mere possibility that my heart can stop beating due to the uncountable hours of band practices..

Most importantly, i miss my section!! Like any cliche, i still very much think that TPJC TROMBONE SECTION RrrrOCKS!!

I have said it before, and i will again,
Once a Band Member, Always a Band Member!!


ok, maybe i'm in a band frenzy now that my non-salary job has halted.
ohh..heard our concert is held in august..
hmm..maybe not then.

Mum!! Where's my pill??

Haha!!