Tuesday, December 30, 2008


My most favorite guitarist of my most favorite band is leaving the band.
Describing my feeling as sad is just an understatement.
I am beyond depressed.

What you don't know

...is that you are just making a fool out of yourself.

For we are not stupid to know that
that is not a declaration of happiness,
you are just being pathetic.
You don't want me to be the one to move on.
Sadly, the Big man up there will never slam a door at my face without opening another door. I didn't take too long to stare at that closed door to miss out the opened one.
It's always about your ego.
All the best.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Clear to pass

After a year of mourning, grieving, healing, nursing and moving on, I have finally stepped out and started planning my next romantic move. It can be daunting but your reassurances not only calmed my nerves, you gave me hope and a different kind of happiness. Should all else fail, we know we still have a friendship to salvage.

The beginning of a new chapter starts here.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I, too, can draw

A dab of creative spark and flash of inspiration leads to these drawings
on ceramic with porcelain pen. Sometimes I surprise myself with what I could and could not do.

Lovely surprise.

Don't let me go tonight

As days go by, I feel less alive.
I forgot how it feels like to be in love with you.
I forgot your birthday.
I forgot you.
I forgot us.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Any given thursday

Not only I'd love to possess the most perfect quiff, I also love my man with quiff. God please strike you now if you don't know what a quiff is. It's that hairstyle that combines the 1950s pompadour hairstyle, the 20s flattop, and sometimes a mohawk; the hairstyle that you swear only strictly sported by your forefathers.....or not.

Think Elvis Presley, Morrissey, British's Teddy Boy movement, James Dean, Johny Cash and a few modern notable quiff like Mikey Way from My Chemical Romance, Franz Ferdinand, TV presenter Mark Lamarr.

God, how I wish there is more men rocking the quiff.

Whose quiff I love best?
Do I really have to answer this? You'd already knew by now how bias I can be...

Need I say more?

Monday, November 10, 2008

You can have my hand, that's for sure

For more of these awesome Cut Off Your Hands's gig photos, check out:


Happy as can be

Against all odd, I plucked my last courage and went to Cut Off Your Hands gig alone. It turned out surprisingly not as daunting as I initially thought. Everything went as smooth as summer cherries. Despite the many gigs I've followed back in hometown, I wasn't prepared for the kind of quality performance I'd get here. It was my best spent of $75, ever.

11.30pm on the dot, the band came on, adjusted their instruments, checked mikes and sound, and exploded to life before me. The audience were awesome, they reached, they sang with them, they screamed, they leapt, they jumped, they reeled, they careened, they danced, they responded with much fondness, and they went all crazy (in a good way). Cut Off Your Hands absolutely bowled me over with their magnetism, professionalism, talent, stage presence, energy and charisma, I hardly breathed for that 85 minutes. I only thought it would be fun to check out the gig scene here, I had no particular expectation and I was in no way prepared for the frenzy I'd developed for them. Their songs are just downright catchy that one cannot help but to hum along with them. I swear to god my mind was exploding with glee and I had a big smile on me the whole time. The night ended with two new friends, a cd, a tshirt, a freebie bag, an unfinished beer, multiple mind-orgasms, sweat, smile, glee, and a very satisfied girl - yours truly.

Hopefully this is the first to many more.

I am still high in the state of euphoria.
I need heavier boots to set my feet back on the ground.
I have yet found another reason to stay...

...if I only I could, I would.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Line and Stream

Simple yet intricately drawn. The sense of important details like the jacket's cuff length that drawn to me, is still a mystery.

How can I not love Kazuo Hozumi.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Of sugar and diabetes

Big personalities are arriving on the scene, today, and they have been trying to crown me out of the action. The best approach for these kind of people is to just let them have the stage. If I fight them for the limelight, they'll only push back at me harder. To get things started on the right foot, I should step back and give up some of my share of attention. They won't notice my sacrifice, and I don't expect any gratitude. But I will be making my life a lot easier. Also, I need to avoid people who are hostile to me.

Thank god for days like these, I have cupcakes and donuts and Heidi Kenney. I am a sucker for sweets. Anything that compromise diabetes, has an odd way of pulling a tug at my heart.


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