the canon-lesson

i'm sitting under the sky
waiting for a reply
the reply that might make me cry
or perhaps make me fly

my heartbeat has been pumping faster
it needs to be mended using a plaster

2 texts beeped my phone
three seconds or so i went stone
please give me a throne
dont throw me into the dark zone


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check this out:




its not perfect, i know
the starting was sux, the middle part, and the ending part.haha
coz i had to hit the right key as soon as i press the record button
my bad, hit the wrong keys and the starting went kapum.
i did end the piece, but d camera was out of memory edi, thats why didnt record d ending.
by the way, how to edit video ah, i tried editing this file but no patient, and soon i gave up.
i need to crop the numerous hiccups badly.

this piece is call CanonInD
peeps mistaken this canon as big guns on wheels
no, its spelled as cannon
canon in music means
eer.. dont know how to explain
but i can give an example
let say in bar1-5 in the right hand part has one type of rhythms and notes
and this rhythms and notes can be seen in bar6-10 on the left hand
make it simple, a repetition of rhythms or notes in the other part.
thats why hor, alot of repetitions can be heard but its just the matter of different tone/pitch/octave.

very stress
very stress
very stress

i was rushing back from montkiara after receiving a call to get home by 630 for dinner. i had no time to search for ml's car coz she was supposed to be trailing me from jlntelawi to eastin i think but then some cars were blocking her.
when i managed to get home, santa is already waiting outside the gate.
i took big steps into the house,
and asked santarina, "where are we going for dinner?"
santarina replied, "u DONT NEED to know, quick!"
depressed girl said "of course i need to know, i need to know what to wear"

whats the matter to know where is d venue.
i washed my legs in the bathroom.
i jumped into my jeans.
and i kicked myself out from the house.

my bladder was full. i need to release it.
my face was oily. i need to refresh my sleepy oily face.
my throat was dry. i need cold water.
but NO! i didnt have time for all these things.


after 10 hours running from coast to coast,
now, i am chilling down with a glass of cold water while writing this post.
my feets r like chicken roast.
tired.

the disliking of devil wears prada

this is a boring show to me.not recommended thou.

@ the end of my tether

i took an evening nap at 7pm coz i was feeling tired.
and when i woke up at 930pm, ppl sort of scolded me for sleeping
can someone tell me what-the-hell is going on?

i told them zillion farking (yes, i havent been using this word for a long time) times to wake me up at certain hour in order for me not to skip dinner or take my dinner on time, but THEY NEVER DO SO.

and in the end of the day, i'm being scolded for not waking up!!!!
whatthehell whatthehell whatthehell!!
whats the matter with everybody??
how on earth to keep track of the time when a person is sleeping after having a long day??!!!!

i wish there is a cliff right behind of my house so that i will be able to scream my lungs out each time im frustrated and depressed and god knows whats going on.

i'm down in my dumps every single farking days.
i'm being victimised.
i'm fed-up with cold and silent treatments.
i feel the stress behind my head every 2 days or so.
ystday i shouted to myself "i supposed to be stress over studies and not this everyday-hanky-panky-being victimised"
i finally have an answer why im being thrown into his family instead of other girls, because i can take this farking pressure of silent, cold treatments from d own blood!

no worries, manda!

"if i coud escape...."