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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

hurt...

yet another emo sequel by edmund lim.
i'm hurt. hahaha...
















my fingers hurt. hahahaha.

ok, that's lame.

loving the guitar for so much and having a very very bad habit of biting the callus off my fingertips cause me to pay a pretty hefty price. my left fingertips are gone. OMG! no lah. my left fingertips are pretty painful now. you know how it feels when you bite off the callus? it's like your foot walking on rusty knife edge where your skin is on the verge of splitting and you can feel the little friction on the surface shredding off your baby skin. but you can't stop, that's the thing. you're not doing anything that is very big either, not into the guiness record books for holding on to a damn string at the longest time. it's a sacrifice. you know that kind of sacrifice. the kind that stays on your for quite some time. it's like buying a tiffany & co for your girlfriend with you 1.6k a month, fresh diploma graduate pay, and thn she breaks up with you a week later, that kind of sacrifice. you can't ask for the t&co back, unless you want to throw your pride away and be a loser for your whole life. but it heals, definitely, and you start to go back to your normal life. but it stays on you. that's when you bite the callus off and thn you feel the pain again.

yesterday, i can admit that i did the most sms i have ever done in a day, and also the longest phone call with a girl (only lasted for 20 mins) at night. not much of a casual talk, all of it is like serious stuff, which is very boring. i wanna have more casual talks but maybe ppl take me as a serious person. honestly, i'm not. ask cheryl on how i convince her with the boob thing. ask qiang about how i always talk nonsence and how i direct translate his chinese lyrics while he did it to mine and we laughed. ask kinet how i discuss with him about guitars and other shit. ask jay about my randomness. ask ernest how i laugh at him while he laughs at me. ask zw how i disturb him and kill him. you see. i'm not serious person. haha. oh, and ask maxwell how both of us always talk about guitars and then after that go into something random. want more proof? my good pal yubin. ask him, i'm not a serious person. ha.

i'm going to sleep soon man. and i'm in work. so sian. i'll blog more later whn i'm bored. ha.

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