This time around, i'll use a bigger font. Cos my dear gal says the small fonts is straining on her eyes. You've already got small eyes dear, dun squint anymore.

Currently discussing on the topic of whether to keep your dayjob, or do music/ art/ acting/ photography or whatever full time, with Nick. My take? Keep your dayjob. Hmm maybe shldnt say it in that way. My preference, if i were to choose, is to keep my dayjob.

I like the notion of working actually. (i hear gasps) There's an objective, a target, a goal or basically a required task, which occupies the mind for abt half the day. After work, ur mind is free. Dun have to think about work. Leave it for the next day. U can't really say that for school though. Homework, tests, projects, blah. These sorta things just carry forward the stress after school. I enjoyed my working stint during the hols. I do not really enjoy school THAT much cept for the chicks in sch. Then again, working chicks at Dhoby Ghaut are wayyyy hotter la.

Time after work is reserved specially for myself. To do whatever i want. Play guitar, keep my girl company, a round of coffee with my kakis, stone in front of the comp. Yea, my time. I'm in control. This is where being a full time musician sucks in a way. Cos there's a need to write songs, a need to write good songs, a need to write good songs that SELLS. U'll be thinking music 24/7 la. Tt's hell lot of stress. The artistic ego is at stake too... "Why pple dun like my songs? Why is it not charting up high in the charts?". And then i'll be controlled by the music. Not the other way ard.

Anyways im blabbering irregular stuff again. I can't keep coherent thoughts lately. Mind's drifting here and there.

Stuff i need to buy: A pair of havianas and a new wallet. Y havianas? Cos my old mat-rock slippers (those with little pimples on the sole) is completely flat. I have difficulty moving around during rainy days due to slippage (if there's such a word). Havianas are not so rubberish and made of a harder material so i guess they wun go flat so easily, and also have a better grip on the floor.

Wallet cos the old one which my gf bought for me a few years back has finally met it's maker(did i use the phrase correctly?) Oh ya tt sounds like a pun! Hmm, ok not that funny after all. Anyways yea good old wallet has a giant asscrack at the part where u put ur notes, but it's cracked at the secondary compartment, so right now my money is still safe. But i guess it's time to change and move on. Asscracks generally do not serve well in anyone's life.

Nick says i shld brighten up my blog. Maybe add a little flowers here and there? What do u guys think?