creepy
believe me, it was weird. for one, i never really liked the long-dead song. and two, it played on the radio as soon as i finished. of all the thousands of song-choices, i sang the song right before the radio played it. of all the thousands of song-choices, the radio played it right after i sang it. and, it may not have been coincidental, just like what you would have thought if Boom Tarat-Tarat was the song, but it came to me as a sign.
recently, i felt that my voice decayed (yeahba, earthened). my fingers land on other keys when playing the piano. the bongos hate my hands. i'm not as good with doing second voice as i used to be. i can't reach the high note of MARIA. and i rarely remember the proper breathing when singing. and now, i suck with the piano. i feel more sucky-sucky with music. music, be with me again. argh.
this recently was actually just today. and as i flew down the stairs after practicing for himig and the west side story, i sang this boy-band song. this boy-band song, which i never really liked. but sang it, inserting yaddahs and blahs in between lines of unknown lyrics. but, i sang it, never liked it (and never will). but, after i sang, the radio played it for me, as if telling me either of the following: that music will never leave me, or that the radio played the song better than my rendition (having the in-your-face attitude).
with crossed fingers, i take the former. gack, music, be with me.
