Oh my Love(s) (yeah yeah yeah!)

Just so you know I'm still alive folks.

A semester had already passed, can you believe it? 

It's been a while since I posted in here.

Sorry for that my love.

Okay by the way,

As far as everybody knows in this blog (okay I'm being assuming, sort of. LOL) I have a (un)healthy obession with David Cook.

And still has it, and will have it for a long period of time.

But then on the summer of 2011, I got yet another (un)healthy obsession over some band, alongside Cook and his y'know? Hot-Ass band.

And they are not just your ordinary band.

Because the band I am talking about is no other than The Beatles.

Yes, The Beatles!

During the past summer I got interested with their music and lives and such (Can I just say they're well, handsome as fuck lads from Liverpool? haha! Yes I just said that)

And when I think about the thing that started off this liking over them, I get confused, because I don't seem to remember what started this. 

But then lets move on from that.

Well, I think everybody knows who are the four lads who were responsible for the epicness that is The Beatles right?

From the witty (and good looking) John Lennon to the cute (but half as mischievous as John) Paul McCartney to the bad ass guitarist (and awkward in a very cute way) George Harrison to the hardcore drummer (and oh so cute!) Ringo Starr, yes, alongside all of those things they've made and the controversies they've been into and all.

(If I discuss it here this will be a hell of a post)

So there you go. I got another band to obsess with. My life have gone crazier since then, adding the real life drama and the hardships of being a fine arts student.

Till then lovelies! :) ♥

You're my inspiration, as I stand alone against the world

Yes, my dear. You are indeed my inspiration.

For the past three years you've helped me through almost everything.

You motivated me to grow better.

You cheered me up when I'm sad.

And you made me happier when I'm happy.

Inspired me to do things. 

And especially, taught me how to really appreciate the power of music.

With that voice to swoon for.

And that gorgeous eyes that says it all.

Those perfect face.

The way you love the people around you.

The way you wear your heart on your sleeve.

Oh dear David Roland Cook, you have inspired me so much after those years I owe you something .

Maybe everything. 

But, even though the years go by

And I grew old, you grew old.

Nothing has changed.

I love you and still love you and will love you.

Thank you so much, my dear.

Only if I could meet you someday.

If only.

But nonetheless I love you and thank you.

From the corner of my heart.

♥

oh, the irony...

"I don't intend to be a performing flea any more. I was the dreamweaver, but although I'll be around I don't intend to be running at 20,000 miles an hour trying to prove myself. I don't want to die at 40."

That was the quote John Lennon once said.  

I can't help but to feel sad about this thing. In this quote he said he don't wanna die at age 40, but he did die at 40.

I don't know, but I can't help but to think about the whole irony of it, and it's sad, really. I feel bad for him. He did die on the most tragic way possible. He died when he started to fix things up, be it with the music, his family life, and even his once wrecked relationship with Paul McCartney.

And that leads me to thinking, what if he didn't die at 40? What if he's still here until now? What would happen? Would it be good? 

How about a Beatles reunion?

Or Another Lennon/McCartney penned song?

Would it be bad?

There so many possible happenings if he was still here, right?

Hey.

I am still alive folks.

It just happened to me that there are absolutely no ideas on what to write here. Yeah.

Oh, by the way, John Lennon and Paul McCartney are adorable. Hee.

And yeah, summer 2011 is such a bore fest, y'all.

That is all.

THREE WEEKS TO COLLEGE EFF YEAH. :)

True... Friends?

You know that feeling, when you think of all of the moments you've spent with that person, that person whom you dearly consider as a great friend and a shoulder to lean on, and then realizing the bitter truth that it will not happen again. It sucks, so damn much.

It's like stabbing your heart until it breaks into pieces. pieces and pieces. That feeling when you see them being happy now in others company and finds it boring to be with you.

I know majority of it was my fault in the first place. Not trusting them, or being always grouchy, or whatever the reasons are. I just know that I have a problem with all of this.

But... They also have their faults. i don't know, but they do.


It also hurts me to see that person talking to you for the reason that they need something from you, or they have something to ask. It makes me feel like a terrible person.

Terrible to the point its utterly saddening and annoying and makes you feel like utter crap.

Terrible to the point that you are thinking you are a bad person for existing only when they need you.

Its just bad... plain bad.