But that's not the point, though. During my 4-months holiday after my Pre-U USM foundation was over, I stayed at home, a lot. I was literally bored to death. But hey, I've read almost 20 books (and counting) at that time! Other than reading, there's something (well you can call it weird) that I always do when I caught myself alone at home. I go into my room, take my guitar and walk out towards the living room.
Here's what I do, sing out loud while strumming my guitar.
During my so-called intimate session with my guitar, I would sing any songs that project my voice (and I've read it somewhere that singing eases the stress) especially the ones by Michelle Branch. I know this is cheesy but um, sometime I let the teardrops fall on my guitar (like Tay Swift's song pffffft) whenever I belted out songs that would remind me to something that makes me feel unsettled, sad, happy (?) and all that's left is memories. I told you, music is my time machine.