What the world needs now,

is a jazz singer like me.

Like you? What the fuck can you sing? Hahaha, don't be media fodder, please.

I've always had a dream of performing on stage, with people actually liking my singing. Preferably, really appreciating my voice.

Your voice is nothing special, maybe you should drink some bleach?

And end up sounding like a 5-year old goat? No thanks.

Why not smoke more?

Like Buble?

Yeah, you know, smoking does change your voice.

Smoking destroys the voice!

That's for jealous singers to say...

But isn't there some truth in it? I can feel that my voice isn't as crystal clear as it used to be, must be the years of abuse and making strange noises.

Probably...

Hey dude, I can definitely hold a tune, alright?

Yeah I know that, but that's about it, Sean. You really gotta put in some effort.

Like the performance I saw today at Orchard Central? She was pretty amazing.

Yeah she is. You definitely need more exposure, and more cojones.

Do I not have enough courage to perform on stage?

You have the courage to be up there, but then you start singing like a sissy and doubting yourself in the middle of the song.

Practice makes perfect!

Glad you know that! You need more practice!

Shit... so many things to do.

"Nothing in life is easy."

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By the way, do you think you should post a monologue when you have alot to say?

I could, but long entries are tiring on the eye.

Aren't you writing this for yourself?

As much as I'd like to, writings are meant to be read.

Yeah, you're the reader.

Well, okay. I'll keep that in mind.

Alright.