I'm 14 hours to my last paper for the prelims and 42 days to my A Levels, and I'm up here. Fine.
I really need to blog, or else my fingers will start to curl backwards and degenerate. These 2 days haven't been eventful, other than the hype in my neighbourhood over the noise pollution brought on by the bird-culling squad. Other than that, everything's mundane.
Just a little over 6 months ago, I grabbed a copy of Teddy Geiger's Underage Thinking off the shelves of the local CD shop after much hesitation; I wasn't prepared to invest in something I wasn't familiar with. For all those out there who are clueless as to who TG is, just google his name and you'll get a gazillion outputs of fanclubs and girls awing over him. Alright, he's an 18-year-old guy from the US of A who plays the piano, guitar, drums and sings like John Mayor. Yeah, that's him. Okay, so when I popped that CD into my dying discman, the sound just blew me away. 'You mean he's 18?! He sounds as though he's sung so many songs his voice's gotten all raspy and deep.' Then talk about the 'cute' factor. Seriously, he isn't a real killer. It's his eyes which are doing the job for him. People would probably, at this point of time, dismiss him as a 'contacts' guy, but no, I don't think those soulful blue-grey eyes can be put together with contacts. Then his music. I think that's the most important part of the whole package, because what's the use if you look hot and all you sing is broken notes? So yah, I'm totally in love.
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