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“SUPER BASS” THE DOWNTOWN FICTION VS. ARTIST VS POET

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Now that both The Downtown Fiction and Artist Vs Poet have released their covers of Nicki Minaj’s “Super Bass,” we’d like to know which cover you think is better. Listen to both of them below then reblog and give us your opinion!

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THE DOWNTOWN FICTION : I do like those guys, but the only good thing here is the chorus… No enough me think…

ARTIST VS. POET : Mayday Parade made me love Jason Derulo with their In My Head cover, but I’d never thought I could fall for a Nicki Minaj song. This is an epic win. 

            Can’t you hear that boom, badoom boom boom, badoom boom bass, she’s got that super bass…


N.B : Hey, while you’re around, go listen to Go Radio covering Adele’s Rolling In The Deep. (And if you’ve checked already, you’ll click cuz you’re in love. You know it.)

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I’m 20. I spend every fucking day thinking about everything. I can think about many different things at the same time. That’s the life you lead when you got something like EIGHTEEN fucking brains talking all together. Maaaaarvellous. And today is a day like every others. Anyway. I’m 20. And I’m in my bed. Good thing, it’s more than 3am. But I know I’ll be tomorrow at 5pm, the day after at 11am, and after, at 8pm… I’m lazy. I procrastinate. I keep hearing “Damn, you got CAPACITIES, Y U NO DO SOMETHING OF YOUR LIFE ?!” Sure, capacities. But having “capacities” doesn’t mean you’re a genius.              - EVERYTHING YOU CREATE START WITH           DESTRUCTION. -   Oh yeah. Destruction is a synonym of Life to me. Most of my role models are dead. Sid Vicious, Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, The Rev… So I just can’t see myself celebrating my 30s. I was thinking about this today, and all my brains were screaming out loud, but finally, something one of my friends said long time ago came back to my mind. “Sometimes, you have to get to an extreme to reach the other one”. And I just stopped here, in the middle of the corridor, in the silence of the house and of my head, and thought… “Did I reach the first one already or not…?” Yes. I did. In fact, I did many times before. Those times when you just want to disappear, but some people just keep holding on you, so you don’t. Long time in wilderness. For now more than a year, I’m wandering, in every possible way. Stop.             - IF YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO, SO WHY           DOING IT ? -   My biggest issue in life. Cuz yeah, when I know what I want, what I have to do, I don’t. Why ? This awesome story I thought about, why should I write it ? It’s already great in my head. This crazy colorful sketch, why would I paint it ? My imagination already made it beautiful. This meaningful song in my throat, why playing it ? In my head, a symphonic orchestra is already working on making it even more wonderful to me. When I actually DO something, it’s only because making this project alive can only be BETTER. And I’m a perfectionist, so you can easily imagine how many projects I can show to the world. Mother’s day presents, maybe… I can’t tolerate failing when it comes to something others would see. Mistakes are my worst enemies.           - NOTHING CAN BE DONE IN LONELINESS. -   Since a very particular day, I’m alone. A lonely friend. I talk with thousand people. But can’t considered myself as the girl I was before. You can be a classmate. You can be a friend. But you can’t be my best friend. However, you see me alone, but I’m not.              - THE ONES WE LOST CONTINUE TO AGE WITH US. -   Is it stupid to think it’s true ? Am I dumb for believing I’ll never be alone because they’re in my head for ever ? Maybe, but it’s too late. I’m not alone thanks to this. MENTAL DISORDER ! For almost a year now, I’ve learn to make my brains a strength. Not easy, as I am a slave to my swings. But tonight, I’ve decided to make a list. A tiny list of things I’ll try to achieve before I’m 21, what will happen on December 20th. Fifteen things I HAVE to do to consider myself as me again. Not the girl I was before. The one who deserves to get in this fucking adult world without getting yelled at every day.   Eat GREEN vegetables every day. Seriously, I love the red ones, orange, yellow, but I can’t make it with GREEN. I mean, salad is for my rabbit ! Tidy my room at least five times until the date. I don’t see how much of clothes I have before they’re ALL laying on the floor… My mom hates me. Hold a pen, paintbrush, or even a paint bomb once a day. Too many days have gone without art. I should also stop wandering on Deviantart. I’ve never felt so untalented… Stop biting the nails of my right hand. THOSE ARE NOT GREEN VEGETABLES. Clean, what am I saying, RE CREATE my iTunes. Never made it again since my computer crash. Eight months ago. Learn ONE song on the guitar. “I can play some Green Day, a bit of Nirvana, some parts of some Beatles songs…” “What about a WHOLE song ?” “Nope.” Not fucking serious. Calm down on Starbucks. This thing is a door to hell. Four to five a week is WAY TOO MUCH GIRL ! Wake up every morning at 8am. 9am max. And stop wasting my nights thinking about things while cracking up on 9gag. Save 2500 €. For anything, in case of emergency. And by emergency I mean “Buy a car not looking like a trash bin on wheel”, “Mom & Dad hate tattoos, Mom & Dad gently ask you to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU PUNK !”, or even “Hey, I wanna see the word, let’s take a plane to Philadelphia !”. Go see Alice in Wonderland LONDON, cuz this girl keeps me going on WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING. Which means God must be a ginger. Or something like this. Maybe send some of my homeworks. Yeah, this is a must. a) My mom is going to kill me if I don’t. b) I’ve got to prove myself it’s not because it’s art that I’m going to fail. c) Seriously, biology was easier ! Not answer e-mails a month late. Or more. (I suck at answering in time) Gym everyday ? Too harsh. Let’s say… 15 minutes on Tuesday and Friday. Close enough. Stop neglecting myself. As I’m a girl, not a bear, nor a boy. Cross out NINE points of this list (ten, if this one count). There you are girl, ready to step in the adult world. With your Red Teddy Bear half dead. Every human being have to believe in something in order to keep himself sane. Today, I choose to believe in myself. A bit.   Challenge accepted !     N.B : Every quote in caps and bold is by Mr Pablo Picasso. Crazy guy reads in my mind. The one in the picture is from Gandhi me think. Can’t remember where I got this photo from (Deviant for sure), but clever girl put her name on it, so…

I’m 20. I spend every fucking day thinking about everything. I can think about many different things at the same time. That’s the life you lead when you got something like EIGHTEEN fucking brains talking all together. Maaaaarvellous. And today is a day like every others.

Anyway.

I’m 20. And I’m in my bed. Good thing, it’s more than 3am. But I know I’ll be tomorrow at 5pm, the day after at 11am, and after, at 8pm…

I’m lazy. I procrastinate. I keep hearing “Damn, you got CAPACITIES, Y U NO DO SOMETHING OF YOUR LIFE ?!” Sure, capacities. But having “capacities” doesn’t mean you’re a genius. 

 

          - EVERYTHING YOU CREATE START WITH

          DESTRUCTION. -

 

Oh yeah. Destruction is a synonym of Life to me. Most of my role models are dead. Sid Vicious, Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, The Rev… So I just can’t see myself celebrating my 30s. I was thinking about this today, and all my brains were screaming out loud, but finally, something one of my friends said long time ago came back to my mind. “Sometimes, you have to get to an extreme to reach the other one”. And I just stopped here, in the middle of the corridor, in the silence of the house and of my head, and thought… “Did I reach the first one already or not…?”

Yes. I did. In fact, I did many times before. Those times when you just want to disappear, but some people just keep holding on you, so you don’t. Long time in wilderness. For now more than a year, I’m wandering, in every possible way. Stop.

 

          - IF YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO, SO WHY

          DOING IT ? -

 

My biggest issue in life. Cuz yeah, when I know what I want, what I have to do, I don’t. Why ?

This awesome story I thought about, why should I write it ? It’s already great in my head.

This crazy colorful sketch, why would I paint it ? My imagination already made it beautiful.

This meaningful song in my throat, why playing it ? In my head, a symphonic orchestra is already working on making it even more wonderful to me.

When I actually DO something, it’s only because making this project alive can only be BETTER. And I’m a perfectionist, so you can easily imagine how many projects I can show to the world. Mother’s day presents, maybe… I can’t tolerate failing when it comes to something others would see. Mistakes are my worst enemies.


          - NOTHING CAN BE DONE IN LONELINESS. -

 

Since a very particular day, I’m alone. A lonely friend. I talk with thousand people. But can’t considered myself as the girl I was before. You can be a classmate. You can be a friend. But you can’t be my best friend.

However, you see me alone, but I’m not.

 

           - THE ONES WE LOST CONTINUE TO AGE WITH US. -

 

Is it stupid to think it’s true ? Am I dumb for believing I’ll never be alone because they’re in my head for ever ? Maybe, but it’s too late. I’m not alone thanks to this. MENTAL DISORDER ! For almost a year now, I’ve learn to make my brains a strength. Not easy, as I am a slave to my swings. But tonight, I’ve decided to make a list. A tiny list of things I’ll try to achieve before I’m 21, what will happen on December 20th.

Fifteen things I HAVE to do to consider myself as me again. Not the girl I was before. The one who deserves to get in this fucking adult world without getting yelled at every day.

 

  1. Eat GREEN vegetables every day. Seriously, I love the red ones, orange, yellow, but I can’t make it with GREEN. I mean, salad is for my rabbit !
  2. Tidy my room at least five times until the date. I don’t see how much of clothes I have before they’re ALL laying on the floor… My mom hates me.
  3. Hold a pen, paintbrush, or even a paint bomb once a day. Too many days have gone without art. I should also stop wandering on Deviantart. I’ve never felt so untalented…
  4. Stop biting the nails of my right hand. THOSE ARE NOT GREEN VEGETABLES.
  5. Clean, what am I saying, RE CREATE my iTunes. Never made it again since my computer crash. Eight months ago.
  6. Learn ONE song on the guitar. “I can play some Green Day, a bit of Nirvana, some parts of some Beatles songs…” “What about a WHOLE song ?” “Nope.” Not fucking serious.
  7. Calm down on Starbucks. This thing is a door to hell. Four to five a week is WAY TOO MUCH GIRL !
  8. Wake up every morning at 8am. 9am max. And stop wasting my nights thinking about things while cracking up on 9gag.
  9. Save 2500 €. For anything, in case of emergency. And by emergency I mean “Buy a car not looking like a trash bin on wheel”, “Mom & Dad hate tattoos, Mom & Dad gently ask you to GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU PUNK !”, or even “Hey, I wanna see the word, let’s take a plane to Philadelphia !”.
  10. Go see Alice in Wonderland LONDON, cuz this girl keeps me going on WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING. Which means God must be a ginger. Or something like this.
  11. Maybe send some of my homeworks. Yeah, this is a must. a) My mom is going to kill me if I don’t. b) I’ve got to prove myself it’s not because it’s art that I’m going to fail. c) Seriously, biology was easier !
  12. Not answer e-mails a month late. Or more. (I suck at answering in time)
  13. Gym everyday ? Too harsh. Let’s say… 15 minutes on Tuesday and Friday. Close enough.
  14. Stop neglecting myself. As I’m a girl, not a bear, nor a boy.
  15. Cross out NINE points of this list (ten, if this one count). There you are girl, ready to step in the adult world. With your Red Teddy Bear half dead.

Every human being have to believe in something in order to keep himself sane. Today, I choose to believe in myself. A bit.

 

Challenge accepted !

 

 

N.B : Every quote in caps and bold is by Mr Pablo Picasso. Crazy guy reads in my mind. The one in the picture is from Gandhi me think. Can’t remember where I got this photo from (Deviant for sure), but clever girl put her name on it, so…

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    As I went through the new Simple Plan album, thinking it could have been better, they got me with this.        Like a shooting star        Flyin’ across the room        So fast so far        You were gone too soon        You’re part of me        And I’ll never be        The same here without you…These words mean nothing apart, but together, they built a road to my heart, hitting it hard. Boom. Hurt.     But I never shed a tear hearing this song. Not even one. This, is for every one I’ve lost - and trust me, there’s way too many… I’ll never regret anything, from the funniest joke to the loudest argument, from the warmest hug to the last tear. Nothing. For the world, your time has come. To me, it was way too soon. I’ve hated on You, Big Stupid Up There. I’ve never believed in God, and never will, but I have to admit that it’s easier when you need to charge someone for everything that went wrong in your life. I’ve hated on this fucking Force who stole a part of me, my soul, my heart.     It’s a fact: I suck at saying goodbye. I suck at saying I love you, I’m sorry, I miss you… Every time you lose someone, you don’t say it any much more because you’re afraid of another loss. You just shut up, thinking that maybe if those words never pass your lips, nothing will ever be real, they will never be hurt. Always around.    I never got to say goodbye… I never will. And I don’t want to. Saying goodbye is admitting they’re gone, but it’s wrong. Sure, they all left me there, and I’m the last one standing, but that’s what makes me stronger. I’m not alone, even in the darkest place, even in the crowdest room. You’re here, with me, when I’m down,or happy, or sad, or whatever. I miss you all like crazy. And sometimes, even if I’m okay, saying those little words turn out to be a need. At least, in my heart and my head, you’ll never leave me…To every people still standing: You’re not weak. Not ugly. Not alone. Life can stole bodies, not souls. You’re still standing for the one you lost. Feel them inside. Forever. And never disappoint. Mic’ - feeling lighter - Writen at 4:32am.

    As I went through the new Simple Plan album, thinking it could have been better, they got me with this.

        Like a shooting star
        Flyin’ across the room
        So fast so far
        You were gone too soon
        You’re part of me
        And I’ll never be
        The same here without you…

These words mean nothing apart, but together, they built a road to my heart, hitting it hard. Boom. Hurt.


    But I never shed a tear hearing this song. Not even one. This, is for every one I’ve lost - and trust me, there’s way too many… I’ll never regret anything, from the funniest joke to the loudest argument, from the warmest hug to the last tear. Nothing. For the world, your time has come. To me, it was way too soon. I’ve hated on You, Big Stupid Up There. I’ve never believed in God, and never will, but I have to admit that it’s easier when you need to charge someone for everything that went wrong in your life. I’ve hated on this fucking Force who stole a part of me, my soul, my heart.


    It’s a fact: I suck at saying goodbye. I suck at saying I love you, I’m sorry, I miss you… Every time you lose someone, you don’t say it any much more because you’re afraid of another loss. You just shut up, thinking that maybe if those words never pass your lips, nothing will ever be real, they will never be hurt. Always around.

    I never got to say goodbye… I never will. And I don’t want to. Saying goodbye is admitting they’re gone, but it’s wrong. Sure, they all left me there, and I’m the last one standing, but that’s what makes me stronger.

I’m not alone, even in the darkest place, even in the crowdest room. You’re here, with me, when I’m down,or happy, or sad, or whatever.



I miss you all like crazy. And sometimes, even if I’m okay, saying those little words turn out to be a need. At least, in my heart and my head, you’ll never leave me…

To every people still standing: You’re not weak. Not ugly. Not alone. Life can stole bodies, not souls. You’re still standing for the one you lost. Feel them inside. Forever.

And never disappoint.

Mic’ - feeling lighter -

Writen at 4:32am.

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Sometimes, I feel like talking to people I’m supposed to call enemies. Not to scream, argue or anything, but because they’re human beings too. They may feel bad.It feels like a challenge. A challenge I’ve got to take and win. I would speak, with my heart wide open, with every information my whole body can contain, and with every truth my brain can prove.I just wanna prove I’m not THAT bad. Prove that I had a reason for all the words I could say, every step I walk, and what I’ve ever done. Prove that even if I’m talking with someone I should prefer not breathing, I can be useful. I know I helped lots of people. I know I’ve hurt some more. I can listen, give advice, explain what I’ve been through to prevent other to hurt their dearests…Not saying that I know everything, as I don’t. I can’t understand every feeling, because it’s not the same for everyone. I may not approve each word that you say. But I’m not dumb. Just crazy enough to think kinda more, and “educated” to understand things you don’t even think about.I wanna talk with my “enemies”, just to prove them in the hardest moments of their life that someone can help them finding solutions to feel better. Just to hear this sight, like a confession, meaning something like : “Thank you, I truly feel better, even if I’m still not farting sparkles, the weight in my heart is a little bit lighter, and you didn’t had any reason to help me like you did…”The end will be wrong. They’re what I should call enemies. And that’s why I wanna help. Why I wanna listen. Why I wanna take part of their pain away. Just to say : one day, you hurt me. One day, you let me slip away as if I was kind of a trash. One day you let me down. One day you broke everything. And today is my revenge, because today, I proved I was precious, and I want you to suffer because I’m not around every day to make your heart lighter.Call me stupid, I’ll call myself bad. Bad enough to share my pain, to get back my lost confidence. Miss me when I’m gone.

Sometimes, I feel like talking to people I’m supposed to call enemies. Not to scream, argue or anything, but because they’re human beings too. They may feel bad.

It feels like a challenge. A challenge I’ve got to take and win. I would speak, with my heart wide open, with every information my whole body can contain, and with every truth my brain can prove.

I just wanna prove I’m not THAT bad. Prove that I had a reason for all the words I could say, every step I walk, and what I’ve ever done. Prove that even if I’m talking with someone I should prefer not breathing, I can be useful. I know I helped lots of people. I know I’ve hurt some more. I can listen, give advice, explain what I’ve been through to prevent other to hurt their dearests…
Not saying that I know everything, as I don’t. I can’t understand every feeling, because it’s not the same for everyone. I may not approve each word that you say. But I’m not dumb. Just crazy enough to think kinda more, and “educated” to understand things you don’t even think about.

I wanna talk with my “enemies”, just to prove them in the hardest moments of their life that someone can help them finding solutions to feel better. Just to hear this sight, like a confession, meaning something like : “Thank you, I truly feel better, even if I’m still not farting sparkles, the weight in my heart is a little bit lighter, and you didn’t had any reason to help me like you did…”

The end will be wrong. They’re what I should call enemies. And that’s why I wanna help. Why I wanna listen. Why I wanna take part of their pain away. Just to say : one day, you hurt me. One day, you let me slip away as if I was kind of a trash. One day you let me down. One day you broke everything. And today is my revenge, because today, I proved I was precious, and I want you to suffer because I’m not around every day to make your heart lighter.

Call me stupid, I’ll call myself bad. Bad enough to share my pain, to get back my lost confidence.

Miss me when I’m gone.

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And the light you left remains but it’s so hard to stay, when I have so much to say, and you’re so far away…

 

Music is like humanity. You need white, black, Arabs, Asians, Indians to make the world go by. You need a brain, a heart, lungs and liver to live. It takes all kinds to made a world. Don’t dare saying you’re a music lover when you never listen to this or that because of stupid prejudices. Every Muslims isn’t a terrorist, every pop lover is not a Lady Gaga’s copycat, Indians got the same blood cells as everyone, and hard rock doesn’t necessarily mean “screaming guy under drugs”. Stop the clichés!

Please, take my words in consideration. Dare thinking out of the frame. DARE, and your ears will thank you.

 

You thought Avenged Sevenfold would hurt your ears because people call them metal or hard rock. I call them MUSIC. And I want people calling themselves music lovers, the one screaming on rooftops: MUSIC IS MY LIFE, IT MAKES MY HEART BEAT!, I want THEM to listen to this song I just posted.

You call it metal. I call it the most beautiful tribute ever written. If you ever lost someone, a friend, a parent, a brother, anyone, if you ever felt the pain behind this lost, then listen.

The only one you’ll hear screaming will be your soul. Let the tears get out free, rolling away with all your grief. Let your skin shiver from releasing your frustration. Let every notes hit your heart, deep inside, and notice that every words they sing, you think about the same since life took your dearest away.

 

I swear I know what I’m talking about. I grow up in a family obsessed with music. My daddy was singing me to sleep Nirvana or Queen’s tunes. For everyone I lost, I’ve got - at least - a song. Music helped me going through, and God only knows where I’d be without it. Under the ground for sure. So please, believe me. Believe me when I say: Hit this play button, and even if the video will probably talk to A7X fans only, listen to this song. It hurts as much as it makes you feel alive.

 

                                           Tonight, we all die…

 

Mic’


 

To Special. You saved my soul.

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Two years ago today, an incredible adventure began. Right now, it’s the beginning of an other. - Hey guys, it’s been so long since I promised you this blog… 20000th tweet… to read on Tumblr. How ironic. Anyway! Here it is. Last TMi announcement. This is kinda sad, for me at least. I don’t even know how many people will read this - and maybe it’s better like that. Anyhoo, let’s talk about past months. Life hasn’t been easy in 2011. Lost many friends, had to live with some shitty brain, saw my TMi projects going away with the other TMi girl… Hard times! But if I’m writing this right now, it’s because now, it’s alright. It could be better, but I definitely prefer things as they are today. The words are: TMi is over. No more TMi girls, TMi blogs, TMi #nowplaying. TMi now belongs to the past. Don’t know about you, but to me, it’s a sad statement, as I spent two years working on this. Too Much Information kill information. But this blog is not sad, not completely! Cuz’ if it’s the end of an era, it’s the start of another! Twitter is not everything. Neither is internet or virtual friends. I’m not the girl I was three years ago, when I met an amazing gang of McGirls. Evenings were crazy, every night was sleepless, and our future was all about friends and a colorful Volkswagen van. We were just 18 and happiness was our only ambition. We grew up. We broke up. Life is life. No more Sex Bomb, no more road trip, no more crazy night in my cinema room, no more dick’s God, no more nunight, nor nusleep… Do I miss these times? Sure. Do I regret any words? Acts? Anything? Never. Cuz’ without my past, I wouldn’t be the one I am today, and even if life stole me a lot and made me cry enough tears to fill an ocean, I keep believing it could be worse. And this thought made me grew up suddenly in just six months. My brain is still fucked up, but I won’t try to join another world right now. My friends are here, new are on the way, but I won’t be as open as I was. It’s so hard to trust again… TMi-Rock is dead. But my imagination and TMi made a baby in my head, and I’m here to show you my new baby. He’s not as much about music as TMi could be, but I’m not just a musical girl, and I hope I could call myself an artist one day. I love drawing, painting, tagging, dancing, singing, writing… I love art. And this new thing mix up more arts than TMi did. Please, be kind to my new project, standing in two simple words: Heaven Square. I’ll explain you later the whole thing, but for now, just be aware that I won’t delete this twitter. It’ll just change name, from TMirock to HeavenSquare. Easy uh? (By the way, it’s not cuz I wanna keep my followers, just that I have loads of followings I wanna keep, and favorites too. Lazy girl…) Oh, one last thing. Friend or not, feel free to unfollow if you want. I don’t care about followers if it’s just a number, and I’m used to not be listened. I talk to myself a lot, and won’t be sad or anything. Just don’t force yourself. I did, and I can swear it’s just annoying. Thanks to my family, who were around when I was down, to the friends who stayed against all the shit and the bad words I could say, and to the boy who convinced me to go like I had nothing to lose. I HAVE nothing to lose, cuz after those twenty years of living, I know I won’t lose those who counts. Welcome to the Heaven Square. Soon on your back.

Two years ago today, an incredible adventure began. Right now, it’s the beginning of an other. -

Hey guys, it’s been so long since I promised you this blog… 20000th tweet… to read on Tumblr. How ironic. Anyway! Here it is. Last TMi announcement.

This is kinda sad, for me at least. I don’t even know how many people will read this - and maybe it’s better like that. Anyhoo, let’s talk about past months. Life hasn’t been easy in 2011. Lost many friends, had to live with some shitty brain, saw my TMi projects going away with the other TMi girl… Hard times! But if I’m writing this right now, it’s because now, it’s alright. It could be better, but I definitely prefer things as they are today.

The words are: TMi is over. No more TMi girls, TMi blogs, TMi #nowplaying. TMi now belongs to the past. Don’t know about you, but to me, it’s a sad statement, as I spent two years working on this. Too Much Information kill information.

But this blog is not sad, not completely! Cuz’ if it’s the end of an era, it’s the start of another! Twitter is not everything. Neither is internet or virtual friends. I’m not the girl I was three years ago, when I met an amazing gang of McGirls. Evenings were crazy, every night was sleepless, and our future was all about friends and a colorful Volkswagen van. We were just 18 and happiness was our only ambition. We grew up. We broke up. Life is life.

No more Sex Bomb, no more road trip, no more crazy night in my cinema room, no more dick’s God, no more nunight, nor nusleep…

Do I miss these times? Sure. Do I regret any words? Acts? Anything? Never. Cuz’ without my past, I wouldn’t be the one I am today, and even if life stole me a lot and made me cry enough tears to fill an ocean, I keep believing it could be worse. And this thought made me grew up suddenly in just six months.

My brain is still fucked up, but I won’t try to join another world right now. My friends are here, new are on the way, but I won’t be as open as I was. It’s so hard to trust again…

TMi-Rock is dead. But my imagination and TMi made a baby in my head, and I’m here to show you my new baby. He’s not as much about music as TMi could be, but I’m not just a musical girl, and I hope I could call myself an artist one day. I love drawing, painting, tagging, dancing, singing, writing… I love art. And this new thing mix up more arts than TMi did.

Please, be kind to my new project, standing in two simple words: Heaven Square.

I’ll explain you later the whole thing, but for now, just be aware that I won’t delete this twitter. It’ll just change name, from TMirock to HeavenSquare. Easy uh? (By the way, it’s not cuz I wanna keep my followers, just that I have loads of followings I wanna keep, and favorites too. Lazy girl…)

Oh, one last thing. Friend or not, feel free to unfollow if you want. I don’t care about followers if it’s just a number, and I’m used to not be listened. I talk to myself a lot, and won’t be sad or anything. Just don’t force yourself. I did, and I can swear it’s just annoying.

Thanks to my family, who were around when I was down, to the friends who stayed against all the shit and the bad words I could say, and to the boy who convinced me to go like I had nothing to lose. I HAVE nothing to lose, cuz after those twenty years of living, I know I won’t lose those who counts.

Welcome to the Heaven Square.

Soon on your back.