dressed in my traditional attire, i glided up to stage only to face an audience who expects me to rap my (paula's actually) love poem which was poorly prepared in an sms form. it was a hiphop scene and i was lost.
im a new face who will never appear ever again. ouh! let me get drunk and fall into the singapore river along with all the punks paula and i made fun of. the embarrassment started to set in only after i was done with my performance. the skin i have, had grown an inch thicker.
but that aside. im sorry anis for the disappointment. elaitingpaula for the futile effort. im really sorry.
my very first set was a solo thing at a hiphop scene. baik r... i admit, im a HIPHOP POSEUR. i'll get rid off myself. respect to those who were good but hiphop aint my thing, i feel that it lacks a certain soul.
i shall think of this incident to distract myself from pain whenever my monthly bleeds come by. hiphop is dead? well, it's up to the masses to decide.
