I've been underestimatin de black and white keys that lay before me time and again... It may be too late to understand that now but if there's a way to salvage a melody with my own ability, it's worth a try...
Feng's flyin off in about 30 hours' time and that's really quick... It's hard to imagine those around you bein elsewhere so far away and it's not a matter of a 2-hour bus ride or 1-hour mrt ride anymore... De supper gang or so i name it for now, is diminishin... De MAF gangs are shrinkin... Indeed de world is gettin smaller...
I've been tryin to blend in and make myself at home..but it's so hard when you start late and you juz don't feel it's de same... It's like addin sugar to your coffee juz after it's made and 30 minutes later, it's different...
Thing is: coffee isn't milk nor milo;
it's not whether it's my cup of coffee,
ich trinke keinen Kaffee...
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