[sic] (or speaking out against the hinges)

[sic] (or speaking out against the hinges)

there're some things that you do when you're younger because you discover the rebellious spirit that seems to seed itself generously amongst the youth. this spirit will nevertheless pass from you, but a small part of it will always be retained within you...just that the amount of it that stays varies from person to person. but life is a lot less complex when you're younger, even though shades of gray are likely to start tinting your black/white line of reasoning. conditions and compromises start becoming a part of your life, and then, before you know it, you're old. balding. pudgy. a mere shadow of your former self, imprisoned within a body that refuses to de-age itself. none of that can change.

after all, it is life.

i was at paolo's yesterday, practicing songs for the HELP Idol launch [i know i'm organizing it but i still can't help snickering at the thought], and i browsed upon some old photos of [sic]. now, [sic] was jason and paolo. they were [sic]. regardless of the number of drummers that they brought in [they were already at their fifth drummer when i came in...?], they were essentially [sic]. like a keith and mick. a bonnie and clyde. so cheers to them [especially jason sanjeev...i may not have known you well, but you were the quisessential gentleman]. so much effort was put into [sic]; from the pictures, cover and inlay designs, the mock article for the Sun, and, most importantly, the music...it's quite a pity that it didn't take off.

not all boys can be rock 'n roll stars, i guess...but why not?

i'd just like to say that the [sic] performing at the launching is not the [sic] of lore. things've changed. paolo's found God [again]. i'm fatter than i was the last time. there's no jason. it's all ad hoc. the real [sic] is dead. it's just that i didn't really know what to call the act. the "ian tai band" is less than complimentary. "taithinktank"? methinks not.

i'm not here to deface the memory of what [sic] was and what it could have become. far from it. [sic] lives. it just so happens that it isn't [sic] that performs tomorrow.

and no, i never did get the point of [sic] sometimes. but it really was a fun waste of hours [and money] jamming and never achieving anything at all.

i still want to be a indie star. a loveable indie star.

can anyone help me? please?