Could not move too much on this week. my left knee took hard burden, really big pain on it. too much schedule of football friendlymatch against our rivals. and i had faced so many exam on this three fuckin weeks, physics, chemist, and another bla .. bla .. bla ..
pupils grow wide and hearts thump fast as brains jolt and thoughts rollercoaster around, when the jamming time with God N' Guns on satria studio. i had big progressive time to hit the drums and make this fingers were blood.
it is still my single time, no more special message from someone. i mean, its just like the door opens to you on the porch in your just-washed jeans and crispy clean shirt staring into a sweaty sea of strange faces.
Really so damn fuckin' week ..
I had finished to write 5 songs on my notebook, still on my way. and, you know how it goes: something weird like coagulate, vexed, or perforated leaps into your temporal lobe and wedges itself there tightly, grabbing a beer, putting its feet up, making itself at home. really so awful lyrics.
I had covering some songs too into video, some songs just like: I ruin your life, the art of high school break up, if the moon fell down tonight, a little too not over you, and many more
and tonight I see Indonesia vs Arab saudi match on TV, the score it was still 0 - 0. it think it should be great match.
Really so great week
I'm not in mood, nice black guitar.