it's over? yeah, soon, i guess. gone were days of endless stretch of sleepless nights,
hours of brain-stretching work, the frowning and wrinkling, you name it.

the funny thing is when i'm in my passive state i thought it was never going to start;
when in my peak i thought it was never going to end; now i just wish it did'nt end.
but i'm a happy man, i could'nt asked for more.

honestly. i've worked with the best two people in my life and nothing is really possible
without their support. if i were given a choice to choose who i wanted to work with, i
will definately never replace these two people. not in a million years.

and anyone who dares to comment on this i challenge you to do as well as them.
critics usually sit on their ass and shoot their mouth off. and really, if you are that
fantastic, why don't you take over them?

all in all, we did'nt get what we wanted. but we DID get what we wanted.
well, some of us. i came to know of the results by a text message and i just smiled
upon reading it. then i moved on. my problem is this: why does it haunt some of us
while most of us just pass this off as a great achievement?
after analysing, it still comes down to what i said before.
if you give your best and enjoyed, results are just subjective opinions.
like wise, if you are the one that rebelled, slack, produced half-past-six standards, you will regret. engraved deep into your mind will be the thought that you could do better,
should'nt have been the cause, etc.

so what happens if you deny all these but still gets distracted? there you go, i'm right.



alright, nothing about band now.

i can't find the words to do justice to my disappointment.
i remembered what you said last year. it's edged in my mind. i know what you will say.
it's different, people changed. it's always your reason you don't even know it's
become your excuse and your route of escape.

YES, it's a-all-always been what you want and what i do for you. and you don't know
the half of it, man. all the nights i spent arguing just to make sure you won't get fired
up.

and it's just unlucky of me that your like a drug to me. so addictive, yet it kills.
i dunno, someone up there just didnt want you off my mind. i've been distracted,
been fearful. never have i felt so much fear in my life. but it's okay. as long as your happy.


i hide them well, just to keep you happy.