guranteed

guranteed? what is?

the constant feeling of an empty vessel haunts me. i tried filling it, but there's just not enough time. as the glorious afternoon sun lingers outside my windows. i look on in desperation. i want to get away. i want to put myself in an uninhabited wilderness. don't come closer, or i'll have to leave.

a mind full of question. yet there are no answers. make me an angel that flies from montgomery, make me a poster of an old rodeo. just give me one thing that i can hold on to.


+listening to: crush by dave matthews band

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pop tart

damn there's a squirrel outside my window eating a poptart. an EFFING poptart. it's making me so hungry. sigh.


+listening to: a case of you by joni mitchell

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finally free

getting my crib set up was utterly exhausting. i spent the whole of yesterday getting utilities to work/unpacking/grocery shopping. but at least i'm online now.

and things just don't seem to ease up. today's quad day. one of the craziest event on campus. every organization is going to be there, with the entire population of freshmen out to score tonnes of freebies.

and i'm still jet-lagged. i wish i could just take some nyquil and sleep the day away. but unfortunately i can't. it's going to be another exhausting day.


+listening to: nothing

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off

at the hk airport, having ben and jerry's again. no idea why i always end up over there.

it's 15 minutes till boarding, and there's still half a scoop of chunky monkey left. awesome.

not particularly looking forward to the 16 hour monstrosity of a flight. but at least i'm sitting at the emergency exit row. the joys of flying coach.

ciao.


+listening to: some random ambiance music over the PA system

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goodbye

i hate goodbyes.

it comes with an abundance of guilt, remorse, resentment, sorrow. it is also painfully short on hope. but looking back at the past 3 months. i think i've grown. physically, emotionally and spiritually. it has been a summer of reflections and remembrance. it is also a summer of self discovery.

it might not have been obvious save the physical appearance. the changes have been minute, yet in dealing with matters concerning the mind, those tiny little changes might have meant the world: a paradigm shift in perspectives.

i didn't get to travel the world. instead i saw my country through the most basic levels of human interaction. sometimes i cringe at the ugliness that exists. other times it makes me glad that i was born to be a part of this.

summer ushered genuine kindness from people i have known. friends. i'm glad that such a noble thing exists. they share your joy and sadness without any hopes of returns.

i'm grateful for everything that happened this summer. to everyone i have talked to. yet it's time again to say goodbye and leave this world to go to there other one. i don't know when will be the next time that i'll get to see some of you. i hope it will be soon. if not, see you in another life.

with love, yours truly.


+listening to: present tense by pearl jam

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who are we, who we are

we think, we speak, we breathe, we live
to find out who we really are

thou who knows the way
step forth

take a walk
down fate's aisles

brush aside the scorned ashes
the answers lie within


+listening to: ethiopia by marcus miller

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it's time

last weekend before the start of another year of school. it's time to start thinking about packing. there's so much things that i have to do. and i have to do them right this time.

there are a few things that i want to accomplish next year, some are short terms goals. some are a bit more long term. and i will give it my best shot to not make my life miserable.

to a new start.



+listening to: your blues by yoshio kilmura

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the true guitar hero

les paul.

there perhaps exist few names as distinctly iconic as this one. like a stradivarius or a steinway, the name emblazons a stark image in people's minds of an instrument synonymous with beauty.

my first real electric guitar, one that belonged to me. it was an epiphone les paul, a copy. it's far from identical to the ones that gibson make, but it satisfied my hunger of finally owning that iconic instrument.

without the man behind that guitar, there perhaps wouldn't have been modern music. he was a true visionary who had the audacity to fashion a guitar out of a solid piece of wood. at the time people ridiculed him. but little did they know that it was the beginning of a revolution.

yet after decades of "improvements" and "evolutions", the electric guitar we are familiar with today are exactly the same in it's fundamental design as the one that les paul had dreamed up more than half a century ago. it wouldn't be brash to say that the les paul is the ford model t of the electric guitar world, except the original gibson les paul model is still one of the best selling guitars of all time. it is a timeless design that captured the imagination of generations.

jimmy page, paul mccartney, pete townsend, slash, ace frehley, frank zappa. it was a sound that shaped the course of blues and rock music and the newer waves that emerged thereafter.

he was a true pioneer and an amazing showman.

rest in peace LP.


+listening to: while my guitar gently weeps by the beatles

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