Run riot;

I found myself reading a blog belonging to a complete stranger. I wish I took literature back then. I wish my mom tied me to a chair and forced me to read when I was little. I wish I could express my thoughts as well as she did in words.

Love playing at gigs.

Samba Masala played @ Rock and Roots this year, and buffer times allowed us to play with the cameras around as well as to get free polaroids (y) There was free beer for everyone too (2 each!!), though I gave mine away because I didn't want to turn red just before the next gig. Hope we get to play for Beerfest '12 (like the seniors last year).

Next up, Freshman Teambuilding camp, Vivace and Convocation '12. 
They see me rollin', they hatin' ~

We have to face it: looks aren't every​thing, but they are something, sadly. Weight issues, I've been dealing with for the longest time ever. I'm not going to go back to the days where I prioritized looks over health, but it's hard to ignore societal expectations of the perfect body and especially criticisms of those who do not meet them. I've been and am being surrounded by far too many people who give too much shit about looks and even though I'm not the one being criticized upon, such expectations grow on me and I soon start to hate who I see in the mirror.

Don't do this to me anymore, I can't breathe.

These are for times I've laughed, cried, shouted, and gone through intense practices with my lovely IJ percussionists.