my fingers scrolled in a circulatory motion as my sleepy eyes struggled to follow through those familiar titles in my list of music videos.

gravity by embrace

unlike any other chilly Sunday evenings where i would just retire under the covers,making attempts to mimic Danny McNamara's acute Briton accent;i just lay still and stared blankly at my ceiling.

i have got so much thinking in my head now and i must say it's not easy to express them all in literal sense.how i wished someone could just be around to hear me out.someone,somebody.could it be you,you or even you?

perhaps, you,who'd be celebrating your twentieth while greeting your new school semester later today,would be nice.after all,you're the one who stood by the man with the guitar and the mike stand (:

stuck in reverse.