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Indie Rock // Electro House

Say, what have I become?
Back in my highschool days, one of the obsessions for me to get in ITB was my bro's weird inaccurately yet promising words of "anak-anak ITB selera musiknya kayak kamu tau!". Long story short I got in, long story short I got nothin.
Well, I turned out to have some concert companions tho, thanks to LFM yeay. But I am now undoubtedly listening to some new not-so-me songs all the frickin time I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY it gets worse after I lose my ipod. Shit. Well it's not so bad after all, is just that my jam was what made me, me. All the melancholic alternative indie rock has changed into some electropop hipster remixes. It's probably because I've settled with Le Boyfriend so that I'm now listening to happy pumping kind of songs.  And it's most likely because I Am that busy and the only provided non-mainstream songs around me was songs from my brother and my boyfriend and that I stopped discovering music and all my 8track's feed are flooded with that kind of song etc. Those were great and nice songs but it's been so long since I set my ears to a song and inner part of me will scream FUCK YEA DIZ IZ MA JEYM.

Something good happened tonight tho,
Someone love some mix on the 8tracks feed and the playlis is fucking great I feel like I'm discovering myself again! Well it's consist of some electro-alternative tunes too tho but it's still fucking guhreat. I don't know how to explain the DIZIZMA JEYM thing, it's just that kind of alternative rock band with a lil touch of 90's drum rhythm, flat deep vocals, and gives you the in-ak.sa.ra-with-addictive-book-smells-and-you-care-about-nothing-but-yourself-having-a-great-time kind of feeling.

Radio, rediscovered!

*i'm sorry that this post has no point because whatever I'm so flooded with excitement and no one's there to care or listen anyway so THANK YOU BLOGGER I LOVE YOU*

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  1. AnonymousMay 30, 2015 at 12:29 AM

    why don't u join Apres??? I guarantee u ain't got nothing...maybe u're just same as me, we see things they'll never see

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