I can sing again!
Still coughing, but Evanescence is definitely living in my voicebox.

Gosh, I sound like an old man.


As a celebration of three non-emo nights in a row, I am indulging in Amy Lee's sweet voice. Its dangerous, listening to Evanescence when you're emo. Too many flashbacks. Hurr.

Oh, and last night, I had the first decipherable dreamin years. Shan't talk about it, its quite personal. It is quite a relief to know my sub-consciousness still works properly (either that, or God gave me a little gift), but it took me out for most of the day.



Here's a poem I wrote a while ago. Yes, it is a poem.

there's nothing much to having you here. you speak, you laugh, and make lame jokes and everything that a normal person does. you're not always by my side, but at least you’re at most a phonecall away. it’s strange, that when you're gone, there is such a prominent void there, and i feel it.

Yes, I know this blogpost is very disjointed. Burr to you.

Replies to Tags:

Monica: =D

Rine: THERE WAS A MOOSE, WHO LIKED TO DRINK ALOT OF JUICE. oh, and I support glasnost. gorby sucks.

jieyang: haha. if you say so. But I prefer made up words. Nothing else really fits me, no matter how angry I am. And I really don't like to offend people. (well, ketchup.)

mich: If you don't like spork, you should die! =D



*POOF*