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oranje. |
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okay i don't exactly know how the previous days passed. still in a dreamy mode now. been hitting balls, buzzing, slacking around, hitting balls again, more balls, writing music. k writing four pieces, or rather listening and trying to write down the notes one by one, is an accomplishment for me, considering the last time i tried this i took four days to finish one piece. now i took 5 days to finish four. (greg: "insert applause") ball-hitting seems to be getting a little boring, especially without the sun. oh. and i think i've found some answers i've been trying to look for, in the movie coach carter. a little predictable show, but very meaningful. i learnt quite abit from it. oh the other day i watched some travel documentary (somehow) on central and they were showing rome. the place where we roamed a year and a half ago! relived some memories, they showed the pizzerias, gelatos, spanish steps, colosseo, vatican. wow. and that very night i sorta dreamt of being back there again. almost got done with by some mafia pple, got into a big taxi, saw jerel there, bought this big orange chocolate. uhhhhh. very weird stuff. somehow these days, the stuff i dream of are really, really weird. help. performed 19:28 ©
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