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Dreaming With A Broken Heart by John Mayer

Was listening to this song and I heard this phrase,
"waking up is the hardest part"
As a person who adores metaphor, I fell in love immediately with this phrase, being that I can relate to this phrase at a personal level as well

Whoever says that waking up is going to be easy? Every morning, that moment when you open your eyes, it is another brand new day and you know it. However, the temptation to just continue lying down and snuggle with your blanket is great!
Talk about the Physics principle of Inertia. Definitely true, especially after a whole night long of not moving

Whoever says that waking up from a dream is going to be easy? Of course, it involves you giving up of your previous believes and adopting a new set. It involves a new set of belief that completely contradict with your current ones.
How apprehensive that the future is no longer bright for you after waking up.
Look around you, the world is moving on, signifying the urgency for you to keep up. Of course it is moving forward, but whether in the right track with the right pace or not, only itself is clear about it.

That small fee I paid to see the world, is probably the best investments I have ever had in my life since young. Sure I splurge on unnecessary things occasionally, but this was an eye-opener.
It got me thinking. It got me pondering. It answered many questions I previously had.
I was rather traumatized. No doubt that I was. There were numerous events that I had to slowly digest, but deep in my heart, I know that I have decided and I have to stay strong with that decision.
After all, who would invest their trust on me if I couldn't trust my own instinct?
I'm glad that I still see some light in the dark endless tunnel. It was gradually fogging up, even the light seemed blurry and vague.
Should I pick up my pace and sprint towards it before it vanishes? Or should I stay put and admire the beautiful ray, regret when it vanishes?

"A true pilot must of necessity pay attention to the season, the heaven, the stars, the winds and everything proper to the craft if he is really the rule a ship." - Plato, The Republic



It certainly took me forever to regain consciousness.
Forever to wake up from that deep slumber.
Feels like everything that I once had was unreal, fake and phony.
Everything was for a reason, a motif behind drawn curtains.
I cannot comprehend.
I certainly cannot fathom.
There is no way I can.
How could people transform from being such an innocent harmless child at birth, to be so maliciously harmful to other people's well being?
Such selfish bastards those people are.
I would be more than willing to pick up a weapon and end their petty little pest life right there.
Sadistically enjoy their slow and excruciatingly painful death.
Sadistically enjoy the sight of their body structures and limbs drop separately and lifelessly on the floor before my feet.
Sadistically savor the taste of those mudblood on my lips.
I would even be Hitler reborn of this 21st century, have a genocide for pests like you from the world.
The absence of people like you, oh yes I could already see it, taste it.
The freedom and peaceful ambient in the surrounding.
My last words for you -
"For all the sins that you have committed, you shall have karma to come against your will.
Burn in hell."


see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

i wish life was that simple.
i wish.


Haru Haru by Big Bang

the purity of a person's mind.
the learning about something that can't be undone,
subsequent destruction of the innocence.
what else renders memories and significance?
nothing but a stack of ashes,
dissolve and float in the occasional breeze
alongside the fluffy seeds of the dandelions
polluted, impurity are all that are left

the pieces of broken china
metaphorically resembles the mind, body and soul
rough soil the dirt
since when did you bid goodbye to your childhood?
that very moment when you let your heart win
that very moment when you let loose your curiosity about relationships
that very moment when you lost sight for a moment of


the deepest desire to regress back into childhood.

Shooting star.

The Red Aspens by Jennifer Thomas

Deep breaths. Steady heartbeats. Soothing melody.
All I need for this perfect night to end is just a little more surprise

Talk about surprise, it really takes you in a night flight across heaven's park


Taiko Masala, the Japanese Drum Festival. It was really out of pure reluctance, deep contemplation before I finally made the decision, which turned out to be incredible.

My first time seeing the Seaweed Suckers perform and I was blown away by their professionalism.
What do you look for in a band performance? Who do you usually pay attention to?
Many people's reply would be the vocalist, the guitarist, the bassist. However, how many actually pays attention to the drum player?
I try to be a non-conformist whenever possible. In this case, I paid most attention to the drum player, who was partially or wholly blocked by the lead singer most of the time. I have seen many drum players and some of them really did not take their role seriously, thinking that they are sitting at the back of the stage behind the scenes, not noticeable.
This guy, he was different. You could tell that he loved his role in this band. You could tell that he knew that he was the backbone of the band. You could tell that he knew what he was doing.
He was marvelous in performance, entertaining and especially cool whenever he does finger tricks with the drum sticks.
The rest of the band members were extremely professional in what they do, delivering a very strong, powerful and energetic performance. They were very interactive throughout their performance and I was really impressed.

When it comes to the main performance from Taiko Masala, I loved the power and passion in their every move. Their interaction with the audiences was remarkable. Watching their performance had driven an invisible force in me that drives my urge to pick up taiko drums as well. 


Was setting up the tripod and the camera while waiting for the fireworks to come on, I experienced one of the happiest moments in my life.
A pleasant surprise that was.
Unexpected, overwhelming, breathtaking, magnificent.
It was sheer magic.
Out of the blue, that comet appeared as a dazzling streak of bright light cuts through the sky and fades away at the corner of the horizon.
I was baffled, speechless and was on the verge of tearing to the sight of such a glorious moment.
People say that if you make a wish under a shooting star, your wish would come true.
The truth for me is, when I caught sight of that shooting star, that was my wish coming true. I couldn't ask for more. I am grateful. Exhilarated.

Shooting the fireworks this time was a completely different feeling for several reasons:

1. I have companions this time.
2. I have a tripod this time.
3. I was trying out new camera setting this time.
4. I came prepared this time.

Sure it is a whole trial and error thing, but the learning experience was awesome.
I believe have self-esteem issue with the photographs that I have taken, yet I am satisfied with the general outcome of today's photography outing.

Here's my personal favorite: Fireworks and two comets.

I love you.


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