Monday, March 25, 2013
Feeling drained after belting out songs for 6 hours straight.
It was definitely therapeutic, though I have to admit my repertoire isn't growing very much and is getting sorely limited with me not tuning into the radio. I am also not very receptive to new songs over the airwaves these days because they are mostly junk; maybe it's just nostalgia for old hits that's kicking in.
It was definitely therapeutic, though I have to admit my repertoire isn't growing very much and is getting sorely limited with me not tuning into the radio. I am also not very receptive to new songs over the airwaves these days because they are mostly junk; maybe it's just nostalgia for old hits that's kicking in.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
How ironic it is for me to sing "Beautiful Love", or all other love songs that I belt out in the shower on a frequent rotational basis, when I have never been in a relationship before.
Hearing this song makes me feel so lonely; books are my only companions that I cling on to tightly whenever I am walking aimlessly on the streets and in shopping malls, for the pursuit of a semblance of knowledge gives me a sense of self-worth when all else fails.
Perhaps I am never destined to find love, and I will just wither on the shelf with the passing of time. I am not even sure I am entitled to love, for I take many things for granted and have no hesitation to throw them all away in moments of crazed recklessness.
Hearing this song makes me feel so lonely; books are my only companions that I cling on to tightly whenever I am walking aimlessly on the streets and in shopping malls, for the pursuit of a semblance of knowledge gives me a sense of self-worth when all else fails.
Perhaps I am never destined to find love, and I will just wither on the shelf with the passing of time. I am not even sure I am entitled to love, for I take many things for granted and have no hesitation to throw them all away in moments of crazed recklessness.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
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