Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

How often do you look back? Really reflect on what you’ve done. The insignificance of it all. Pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts. But do you ever wonder how you will be remembered? Or if what you’ve done and what you’re doing means anything at all? What will your songs sound like when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note is sung? And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a bitter taste in their mouths, or will they even remember you at all?

Compassion. The concept is rather simple. Most know what it means to be civil, but there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up, not enough and no one will be around to share this with.

So what is it that motivates us to be better, gentler, more refined? I’d like to think it’s those close to us, close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes. Those who took the blame for breaking the window when it was you who cast the stone. Those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you will share with your kids, and grand-kids, and their kids, and their grand-kids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive.

Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength. How will you be remembered?

When everything seems out of track, your life isn’t falling apart. God is just busy rebuilding it, to make you stronger and wiser.

Talk is easy when i’m the one who is hurting so much here watching everything falls, and all i could think i would just fall asleep and not wake up tomorrow, for a better tomorrow.

I was bored after finishing 5 episodes of game of thrones, out of the blue i decided just to take out all my items that are long due to be glued. I am just too lazy to move recently, too shagged. My iphone case and esp my desk figurines, they are missing limbs.

There are some thoughts going on during the process, like how easy will it be if broken pieces of my life, ones that have been shattered are able to re arranged and glued back. But haro, there is no glue in life, but effort. Got to make use whatever time is provided.

As it says love does not know its own depth until the hours of separation.

I know its gay to write a blog on tumblr, but this is the only virtual black hole for me to rant!!!

Apparently i have not been filling up the space, life has been great recently in some ways. the band has been moving forward, and we are going in the recording studio pretty soon to brew some magicks. Ideas been bumped out recently, the minus part of not being a full time musician, got to juggle work,life,love, 3 of em at the same time.

Work so far has been awesome journey, could not say much at the moment, but i really do love my current working environment now, speaking of the devil. Thank you god for providing me as always when i needed you the most.

Apart from that, i am trying to be a better person too for someone out there at the moment, i just need to fill out the missing pieces, that i might have been missed for the past 3 years. Might be too late,but there is always enough time to fix everything as it goes

“Distance means so little when someone means so much.”