La-la, La-la (Cockle Song)

if you have ever asked me what i like doing, chances are, one of the things i said i liked was singing. that is if i wasn't in a kinky mood... but ask me if i like it today and i'll throw a resounding no in your face. maybe i'll hack and cough for a little emphasis too.


woah. today i have no lectures, but i had to go to school to perform 'hey there delilah' for the closing of the art competition. haha! i was so proud of my band! kelvin and seng chye took over the mic duties and i did the harmonies. for the first time in explosive diarrheoa's history, we had back-up singing. well, of course, seng chye decided wisely to cut short our performance by forgetting a whole verse and then we all fumbled at the end of the song. still, it wasn't a bad performance, and worse things have happened. like losing the AC supply to the multi-effects board when it is time for the guitar solo.


then we went to the music room to jam with ben lim, and then i had problem based learning, and then we had a wild goose chase for a llama, seng chye, and then we went jamming again! i'm gonna kill myself.


okay, bye. gonna scratch my sandfly bites and take a shower and then scratch my sandfly bites and then scratch my sandfly bites and then curse the sandflies and then swear and oath of vengence against the sandflies, and then finally realise that i wish i hadn't had skin, then maybe i won't itch and then i'll just go to sleep.


watch out malacca. lamer coming your way.