Making the Band....

I missed days when I used to go to Sembawang LKS to jam with my Ojaif buddies... Where are they? They seem to have disappeared... The main Ojaif-er has left the building, or jump off, I dunno and the Drummy had followed suit. The only band that has exposed me to what I truly love... Music. Even before Post-Mortem.

Then there was March the First. It was ok. Still making music. But it disappeared with the emergence of Dos Accidente. We played ONE countdown gig. And that's it. Then we played for a wedding. And now....

Me and my gf owned Syrens. We used to be 3.Then down to 2. That's where I get to write my own songs and play what we girls love. Trashy pop and alternative which we call our own. But convenience got the better of me. It's just me. And now silent....

I wanna still rock on. But no more avenue. As I strum my Santana, I filled my eyes with tears... Memories of songs I used to jam and performed.... Oasis, Lemonheads, sappy Indon love songs we created... And old songs like Cranberries, Jewel... Argh.

"I know a place where I can go.... When I'm alone. Into your arms I go, into your arms, I could go...."

"And she swears there's nothing wrong... I hear her play the same old song..."

"Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces... Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one..."

"And I really wanna noe, my baby... And I really wanna say I can't defy..."

"Please dun make me cry, please dun make me cry, I'm just like you I know you know, I 'm just like you so leave me alone"

Excerpts of songs in my head...crooning....

So who will save my soul? I just wanna rock.....