the dream

What started off as a dream, which might or might not have been fulfilled... is now a reality....

every muscle in my body can tell you that after hip hop rehearsal.

Each day i do not bang skins, I feel wasted.

Arts school is where I belong. Knew that since I was a kid. Too bad society makes that hard for parents to see. I can only imagine where I'd be by now if I was allowed to train professionaly as a dancer and not in front of the TV everytime I saw MJ...

Oh well... there's a long road ahead... and we ain't stopping anytime soon...

just got my double pedals today... they're amazing.

can't wait to try them out

fucking wasted day

My goodness!

I can't believe I just wasted the entire Sunday on Facebook and sleep.

Marketing is a bitch.

Time to hustle starting tomorrow.

and had a fucking quarrel too....

why can't the world just be my and my drumset... practise sleep perform sleep practise sleep perform sleep.... good body, good nutrition, good weather and looks just automatically come to me.... why not like that... why not god why not... why................

lazy weekend

sighs this weekend was lazy as hell

friday night dinner with harris was aite...

beer was good...

saturday woke up at one instead of 6.... went to school and practised from 530 to 730 on the piano... hope we all pass theory by some miracle...

then went home tried out the jazz hotlicks for a while... ok they're not bad... and ya while it gets a bit irritating to keep playing in triplets, it really gives a good swing to your memory...

then slept quite early to wake up today... went gym... think i'm going back to the MUSCLE book i used during canoe... instead of making up my own workouts... it always feel like you've achieved something when someone superior directs your training programme rather than you, and you finish it properly... that was some good shit man... worked my arms to failure during chest and back... and abs was pretty darn shaky too...

anyway.. gonna start homework now... if only we had no history and business modules... haha...

thinking of shaving my hair again it's grown a bit... probably will later... sighs...

whoop de doo i hope i get through technical exams with some good jumping colours... dunno about flying yet the way arif and izzat were going on about it is like all the musicians at lasalle suck... no wonder there are no big artists in singapore... fucking musicians (probably myself included)... can't even get through a technical exam with ease... that's just ridiculous...

jesus christ anyway... see you guys hope you had a more happening weekend than me...

just felt like putting this in for fun

damn!

Damn i haven't posted anything here recently...

What do we know

I'm now in Lasalle!

school's a killer...

can't believe i got sick by overworking... who knew huh...

oh well...

jsut went for my first paig gig yesterday... to watch... not to play...

was cool... arif on mike, rich and his friend on guitars and chuan hao on drums...

chuan hao was good... so were ... wait actually they all were...

i saw Flawed Element's singer there... he was giving kai looks... hahah... dream on bitch...

oh well...

i was SO into lasalle that i got convinced that having 100% attendance is key to having good marks... that's so fucking not true...

so i'm skipping tomorrow to rest at home... got this fucking runny nose shit going on...

shaved my head coz dad had a problem with my mohawk... i think my mohawk looked amazing...

oh well... life goes on and all goes well... cheers fuckers...

chick

my chick rocks.

my band rocks.

my friends rock.

i need to learn how to rock. seriously.

my bike

I forgot to mention... i passed the 2B test and got

a phantom... yeah baby!

eminem - sing for the moment

These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care He's a problem child And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His fuckin' dad walkin' out Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go... Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away [Verse 2] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away [Verse 3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... [CHORUS X2] Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

You ain't leaving.

this is an original.
music composed by shorya sharma
singing/songwriting by zephyr khambatta
song link coming soon.

lyrics:
Now Imma tell ya
Why you ain’t leaving
You ain’t you ain’t you ain’t leaving

Ya coming over today
The drinks they make me sway
Going south for miles and miles
Thinking of what to say

My mind is such a mess
This big damn thing called stress
It wipe the thought process
And I’m thinking underneath your dress

But baby now for real
Yeah I got this feeling
That at least for one more day
You ain’t you ain’t you ain’t leaving

Yeah
That’s right
That’s what we said
You ain’t you ain’t you ain’t leaving

Now come on baby boo
I’d buy ya a pair of shoes
I’d take you to that party
I’d even clean your room

Them girls they just for show
You know that you my hoe
We got wet in the damn rain
And Imma give you blow

Come on baby don’t go
I won’t spoil your show
I’m gonna carry your shopping bags
Coz you girl you my hoe


Come on come on come on
You ain’t you ain’t you ain’t leaving

You know you love me
You know you’ve got me
Tell me… you ain’t leaving

You know I’m worth your while
You say you like my style
And now you wanna leave
Coz I gave someone a smile?

Come on baby you can’t be serious
Look at your face you must be delirious
When we look back on this someday
I know its gonna be hilarious

Too serious too soon
All those nights we spent
Looking at the stars
And the big white moon

Your car is at the door
My feet they scratch the floor
I’ve got very little to say
Wonder if you want more

Now that’s the way it always is,
Whose is it now, hers or his?
The job to say I’m sorry
And I’ll never again do this

It must be mine
It must be mine
It must be mine
It must be mine

Would you believe me
If I said I’m sorry
I’d never cheat again
And that’s a promise

You put your hand on my face
And then gave me a warm embrace
And a look that would stop my sinning
That started up the healing
We stood there for an hour
And then we took a shower
Your hands on mine your lips on mine
They fill me up with power

You accepted my apology
You made it seem like just a dream
I admire your courage
Now it burns through me like a furnace

Thank you baby girl
For this wonderful feeling
For telling me yourself this time
That hell yeah you ain’t leaving

Now we’re back like we used to be
Sipping cold beers under the trees
It feels excellent to be young
So careless and so free

I’m staring at your body
It look good in blue
If I were to spend my life
It’d be with you, with you

And that’s why
You ain’t leaving.


disclaimer: this is absolutely fictional. don't contact me or kairavi asking whether we broke up or i'll seriously make sure you don't have a mouth to ask after that.