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I've never been to a concert or a show before so I don't have anything to compare this to. But I gotta say, Ryan Cabrera was amazing. Ever since I first saw him in the music video of 'On the way down' in 2004, I've always wanted to make my hair like his. Cuz it's perfect. & how can it not be when he uses a whole bottle of wax to style it every single time. That's what he confessed to a few years back. I'm not rich enough to be able to do that. Besides, my hair will never obey my wishes anyways. Everytime I want it to stand, it will lie down. Everytime I want it to be straight when it's long, it curls itself hopelessly like me when I sleep at night. But it's not just the hair. His music has always been inspirational. Last night, or a few hours ago, he talked about each & everyone of his songs before playing them. I was moved when he talked about the song 'true' before playing it. He told us he wrote the song for a girl whom he can ...

I never realize how lucky I am living the life I'm living. I thought the pain I always go through is incomparable because it's the matter of the heart. It's complexness & perplexness may be what makes it something else but i don't believe you can compare it to the other kinds of pain in this world. I did not know about it before this because I couldn't care less. To know about it. But now I think its because of my ignorance attitude that took me away from the evil world of reality. At times, it's a bliss. Because I live in my own little world daydreaming & pretending, without having a care in the world. But I guess I'm just running away from the inevitable. I knew that I have to snap out of this attitude soon as I'm no longer a kid. I need to have a sense of responsibility. My problem, since young, is that I don't like to know the outcome of whatever I do fearing that it won't go accordingly. I still do. I don't like to face the conse...

I started a blog because of this very reason. I'm too lazy to keep a diary. A diary is perhaps better than a blog because you can actually feel it. Not only emotionally but physically too. For a blog, you can't touch the words that were written. I know nobody does that. I don't too. Only because i don't have a diary. I love writing. Writing is fun. Taxing perhaps but it's a good workout. The problem is though, not many people can understand what I write with a pen. Or a pencil. They say my handwriting is incomparable. Only because there's nothing it can be compared to. It's the worst thing on earth. So, I wouldn't want to keep a diary that might be unreadable even by myself. Cuz most of the things I write & will be writing in future are memories that i want to remember forever but might forget one day. But then again, if it's too significant I won't forget it will I? Since it's forgettable, it's not much of a memorable memory then rig...

As I browse through my blog & read the old posts, I realized something. I'm no longer the man I use to be. I started blogging for one purpose only. To record down the good old days & read it when I'm 60. I guess it won't be going as planned. First of all, I won't live till sixty because I will either die naturally before I turn 40 or I will die due to the apocalypse that will strike the world on 23th of December 2012. I don't know according to which time zone it will follow though. But what I do know is that it won't be like the movie 2012 where there are survivors. No one will be an exception on judgement day. John Connor knows what I'm talking about. Even someone as great as him didn't survive the onslaught of judgement day. The thing is, we might not be around long enough to see Christian bale die in the movie. I believe we'll be done after terminator 5.  Secondly, I no longer do stuffs that are worth writing home about or for this case, b...

If I knew the day was gonna turn out suckish, I would have turned around & walked back home from the train station in the morning & not look back. I thought that was kind of a sign of things to come. But I was defiant still. Because all that mattered was her. Being searched & checked by the mrt polices is something of a myth. But it happened to me. I was of course surprised that they do spot-checks on passerbys. I was just about to tap in when the three musketeers stopped me. They asked me to stand aside. I panicked. Usually I go into panic mode only when I do something bad or wrong. & this time, it was no exception. I had a pack of contraband cigarettes in my pocket. I brought them to break fast cuz I hate food. Yeah. So, when they asked to check my bag, I thought I was off the hook thinking they're only gonna check my bag only. But when this officer Benny asked to empty my pockets, I felt like pulling out the gun from his bolster & shoot everyone in sight. But...

I haven't had ice cream for almost a year now. But I'm sure that's not the reason why I'm turning into a manic-depressive. Although the lack of ice combined with the sweltering heat of the recent weather may have caused my brain to overheat thus making me crazier than I already am, as though I'm not crazy enough. I must be the most pathetic man on earth, if you can see me now. Everytime I fall for someone, nobody catches me as I lay on the ground flat on my face, staying there forever. I don't get easily attracted or infatuated by girls but when i get to like one of the awesomely unique 5% of the girls population on earth, I can turn into the worst wreck in the history of wrecks & shipwrecks. I don't know why I'm too afraid to try. You can ask me to try anything stupid or dangerous & I'll do it without hesitation. But when it comes to wooing a nice girl, which is probably one of the easiest or at least the least dangerous of things to do, I c...

As much as I am happy with just looking to the future, I kinda have to live in the present till that day comes. 22 days may not seem long but right now, it is to me. They say a year can go by in a blink of an eye. I've been blinking both eyes over nine thousand times & not even an hour has passed by. I guess it's inevitable really. I was asking for it. I know what I'm like. I kinda like to bend the rules a little but I mean no harm. & there certainly was no harm at all in what I did that prompted one of my work place managers to want to terminate me. If he was a terminator, I'd gladly accept my fate & die in his clutches. But he's not even in charge of me so I'm not backing down. I love working at that place. I don't ever wanna leave my job there. I wanna get married there with the one i love, who is working there but isnt aware of the my admiration for her, & have crazily hyper active themepark loving kids & take the rides together as a ...