update/ drift and die

1) RIP, grandpa. You will be missed.

2) Met my biological father for the first time since I was six days old. I am still glad I looked like my mother rather than him.

3) Bioshock Infinite is by far the most intriguing game I have ever played, with all its game mechanics and plot devices that propels it as the better of most FPS games that are out there. The ending is, I must say, masterfully planned and beautifully executed. What a game.

4) I feel like doing a Shakespearean soliloquy whenever I am with my friends talking about random things. I just do not get the 'oh-really-tell-me-more-let-me-listen-to-you-attentively' attention from them whenever I try to voice out my opinions. 

5) I love Pringles. Or maybe that's just me.

6) And KFC. Oh, I love KFC.

7) I have started on a new hobby; playing Magic: The Gathering. Card games always appealed to me and despite the hefty price tags that most cards have, I am willing to pay for it; I just need something to keep my brain thinking.

8) I hope you would attempt to understand me like how I am always trying to understand you. Or else, why bother?

That's all for now. Smell you later.

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In my six years of blogging, this song was featured the most because I just love how simple the melodic progression would get and the little subtlety of the lyrics. Most 'rock' (ha!) songs have taken the 'technical-is God' mantle, where switching guitar chords are more important than just having fun. Besides, this is one of the four good Puddle of Mudd songs before they officially decline into nothingness; what else is there not to hate?

update

Finnish/Swedish rock bands are often overlooked because their music are often accompanied with the ever-common acoustic guitars and poetic lyrics, both which do not fit into the current music meta. If you have not listened to any of these bands, you are officially missing a lot.

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Tired. Just tired. 

Sometimes, I wish time would stop and just let me right the wrongs and wrong the rights. 

think./ ingenue

I'm tired as a human. Tired of tasting the fruits of people's labors and worrying about the little things in life all the time.

Spiritually, I find myself dangling on a thread, gnawing my way out through the skins and teeth of other humans. I cannot see myself, but I see Him, or Her, or Anyone Else who stays in my mind and rots with me, who burns with the little lick of fire that is dancing around people's eyes, who sees through their minds off pointy ears and nosy noses. The ones whose words are charms, the works of art where they linger through my mind like glistening lines of silver.

I wish I was like you. Born and raised like rajahs, whose hands are littered with slippery gold and silver coins. The ones who compares and be compared, the ones that are always fighting but never losing and the ones that kill, but do not leave drops of blood lying around like warriors of old. 

I, the man of myself, wish that I could have done something worthy to be mentioned in my life, not just wandering and searching for inner peace and resolve. Weak as I am, I am strong in words, but words do not mean anything when life is controlled by those with green papers and strong ties that are connected by bridges of contracts and inner greed. I do not control my life, and my body is but a mere tool to a Man's scheme.

Tired. Tired. Tired. I am tired. We are all born dead naturally, but We still strive to survive, to live in a world full of fallacies and forced contemplation. What are decisions when you already made one? What is love when love is not there for you when you are hungry? What is power and fame when both share the same parents of green? 

Done. Done. I am done. Humans? Souls? Bodies? I.

Am done.

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As music goes in these past few years, this is a gem.