#whatcha say (acoustic); jason derulo
#wish you were; kate voegele
#beautiful; jason reeves


i feel like writing a piece on hands for lit up 2010 [[chosen theme: "move"]], but i can't find the perfect way to tell the story i want to tell.

just spent over 2 hours composing and editing a tragically flawed poem about a train ride. and i don't think i have any words left in me tonight. so i give up. i have like 2.5h from now even if i wanted to write it anyway, which isn't long enough for the story i'm dreaming of.

i hate it when i can't do what i want to do in my head.
and i haven't accomplished anything tonight, again. brilliant.

i'm considering going to school 3 hours before physics supp starts tomorrow, to practise my shooting or something. yeah i'll probably be like the only person in the whole entire deserted campus for at least an hour, looking insane cos i'm playing ball alone so early in the morn. but i feel like it now, so why not eh?

why not indeed.

let's see if i can wake up in time..

Labels: mu, oth, pi