Another almost-perfect song.
How could my crave for music be measured? Everything's over. The flight will take me far away from the chaos left. There's too much that I need to escape from. I pray for solutions.
(Btw, pls watch Harold & Kumar if you're a racist, it's damn hellokitty)
End of Nafa Year 1. Everything seems so surreal to me. I was still stuck with glue-pasting-penknife-cutting like only hours ago? I think I went through quite a bit this entire year. People of cross cultures and beliefs all came together for a single passion. What is my passion? It seems that I am still searching for some route, taking new advice daily, watching how the world continue to evolve (with prices increasing! CB!)
Argh, time for bed NOW.
Only slept 3 hrs for the past two days.
