Ceasefire: After NINE years of cold war

I do not own this photo

After nine long years, my elementary classmate and I finally declared a temporary ceasefire. He took the initiative to add me as a friend on Facebook (oh well, I hate to say this but Thanks Mark Zuckerberg). I accepted the invitation of course, just trying to be civil and less bitter. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t have any ulterior motive of doing so since he’s not the type of person you can easily trust again. But I’m happy to be connected with him again. We also created some conversation, which was so nice of him to start too. I believe he is still the same boy I knew (disregard his evil side). Well, why not give this friendship a second chance eh? Who knows, this time, he’s real and sincere.

Just my imagination: it does not exist

He never talks..he seldom smiles…I wonder if he’s real

* this was written out of boredom not because I’m bitter or something

I never believe in fairy tales
I don’t even see the beauty of it.
Happy endings, they don’t work for me
It is just part of someone else’s fantasy.

All I knew was,
My story has always been sad.
Never in my life did I experience the bliss of falling in love
Tragedy and twist of fate were all I had.

Too many horses had have passed me by
Not a single one stopped to stay
When the moment I thought I’m finally not alone
And find the right one
My destiny seemed to turn the other way.

Now here I am again
Back on my favorite place
Wishing that someday
I’ll get to leave this waste
But I know this someday is not too soon to come
Just like when the moon meets the sun

Singing my heart to release the pain
The pain for waiting and believing
I promised to be stoned hearted
Even if the right pair of shoes are sighted

Coz I’ve been not believing magic
Since my story has always been tragic

I don’t know what to add or say, I can’t even end this little essay
So I guess this is how it will be
Unfinished ending that will never go down in history

When everybody is falling

I can’t help it. I’m really amazed because most of my friends did make it before finally graduating. When I thought love only exists in movies, well, my tomodachi are here to prove that it actually does exist in reality. So before their college years are over they have found themselves their special someone.

I am still looking forward to put my picture together with that someone in my empty picture frame:)It may not be now, but I know sooner or later I will also fall…

When everybody wants to be a ROCKSTAR

Never did I dream of wearing short skirts and tube tops. It has never been by option to be one of the cheerleaders during my high school and wear that fake smile all around campus. I wanted to be no one except this one image of myself in mind.I don’t know what it has got into me but I am one of the crazy kids who actually think that we’re born in the wrong timezone.

Yes…I am a kid who wants to travel through time and go back to where people do not think of other things aside from fun!REAL FUN! Like…

• Going from one place to another just to watch concerts…and when you get to a gig, you can’t help but to get wet with sweat and alcohol.
• Not going to school because in order to appreciate music, one does not need a degree. So why bother going to school if  you’ll end up on stage performing?
• Wearing “rug-like” clothes and tattered pants since the more  ragged you look, cooler you are.
• Wearing sneakers that has never been washed since the day you bought it because by doing so, its value will depreciate.
• Having long never been combed hair with a turban or bandana worn to look more credible for a rocker.

I know  I may sound a little bit odd but this is the ideal life I’m trying to live in reality. And when I say I’m trying…I’m trying really hard. It comes out naturally with my personality and hardheadedness. Just like what I always say, it is not about one’s style that makes him a rockstar or someone he/she really dreams…it is about having the right attitude to be called one.