This is a love letter to all the boys who would date my sisters, and a warning to all the men who would marry them someday.
Continue readingmy H keypad broke.
sadly it’s on our old old old ANCIENT Lenovo laptop (i mean it when i said it’s old: it was supposedly my elder sister’s from 2014). but i guess i’m not that sad, just a bit disappointed. it still holds up tho.
i was supposed to update on our holiday last week or so but i guess i’m not yet,,,ready for it just yet? like i have the photos and stuff, just not the drive. sad.
i guess this can count as a warmup?
Happy Birthday, King. We still miss you; always have, always will.
Michael Jackson would’ve been 64 today if he was still here with us. Despite great artists come and go, nobody can truly fill in the shoes the ever undisputed King of Pop had left. To me, there’s just no one else but him who raised the bar on great music, only to break them and raise them again and BREAK them over and over again.
I could write a whole few pages for him, but for now, the best I can offer is my unpublished older writing piece I did circa 2012 during my internship as a journalist:
Continue readingKabaret: A Love Letter to Folklore Enthusiasts
Let me start this off by saying that I have never been this emotionally invested in a video game like, ever. At all. Not even on a demo level. But that’s what the demo for “Kabaret” had done, and they have done it flawlessly, in my honest opinion.
(There may be spoilers for the demo, so fair ‘warning’ in advance.)
Continue readingQuarantine Club ain’t fun at all.
COVID-19 can go suck on the Great Stink once this all blows over tbh. Tho in all honesty, as much as I like to wish it on my worst enemy, even they don’t deserve to deal with it.
I was terribly unfortunate enough to have to deal with it last 23nd February.
Continue readingThe Analogy of the House
Also known as The Analogy of the Mansion when it comes to generally letting someone into your life.
‘Everything is garbage’.
To some extent, Captain Raymond Holt’s words did carry some weight, especially considering the shitstorm that’s been going on in our world as of late.
Holt said once:
“Everything is garbage. Never love anything.”
I mean sure, it might be carrying other, much more significant meaning, possibly, but what rings true to me right now is basically the first line “everything is garbage”. because let’s be real: everything IS garbage to an extent in this world.
What am I even trying to get across here? Who the heck knows. But I’m on a roll here and I need to get all this out of my system.
Thank You, I’m Sorry, Goodbye…
I didn’t think i would need to write something bittersweet so early into 2018, but not writing anything for this day would probably be some kind of disservice for the one furbaby i’m about to refer to.
Yes, furbaby.
an old MJ tribute i’ve nearly forgotten about [edited]
i was casually browsing through my files for some ol school Backstreet Boys songs to add in my music player, and i stumbled upon this old piece i wrote during my internship in 2012 that prolly never got published. but hey, who says i can’t publish it myself even if nobody’s there to read it?
believe me, i wrote this with enough knowledge that i have not just as a fan but (briefly) a researcher, since this was meant for a newspaper. there’s also some extra tidbit i added for extra improvement (kinda?), but i digress.
EDIT [12-8-2017]: i decided to move the tribute piece to my other blog. i’d like to keep this one more casual ish, i guess. oh well.
life’s unexpected gifts
my birthday was yesterday. when you get to your late 20s, to be honest, you don’t really expect so much on your birthdays. not presents, not cakes, near nothing.
then again, it doesn’t mean you can’t treat yourself to something special, right?
you can be all Charlie Bucket and buy yourself a chocolate everytime your birthday comes up. you can be your own guest and splurge yourself with fancy dining anywhere or just at your favorite burger joint. you can pree much spend probably half of what you earn for a living for some all-out shopping without even bother looking at the price tag. (i’d like that someday soon)
i digress.
what started as a simple invitation turned into something genuinely unexpected.
For Lack of a Better Word 