Kylie - All I See (Acoustic)

A new low.

"I'm a young soul, In this very strange world, Hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake. But why all this hate? Try to communicate. Finding trust and love is not always easy to make."

A fake smile is so tiring to maintain, especially when I am trying to decieve myself that I should be smiling. Truth is, I have been denying all my thoughts any room to breathe, lest I be devastated by the truth.

On one hand, I long for everything to return to the way they were; blissful unconditioned coupling. On the other, I detest the idea of being tied down ever again. Should I be strong and tell myself to move on? Or should I succumb to my heart's beckoning?

Whichever my decision, I just do not want to face them now. I find solace only by running away...

"This is a happy end, 'Cause you don't understand, Everything you have done. Why's everything so wrong? This is a happy end, Come and give me your hand, I'll take your far away."

"Subtle" changes in my life

I'm not really in a mood to blog, so I will just cut to the chase. I exchanged my Ipod Touch for a brand new Ceramic White PSP-Slim this afternoon. As much as I hate to see my beloved mp3 player go, the PSP just seems to be of more use to me at this moment.

Also, I have been dealt a huge painful blow to my life. Since I have yet to reach any conclusion, I do not want to make any unnecessary comments regarding the matter. For now, I'm just considering all the possibilities... =(

Prehistoric Glamazon Huntress AD!

R.I.P. $179

Remember that expensive set of earphones I bought in October last year? No? Click HERE for happier times, because it DIED on me!! How on earth does something this expensive spoils so easily? I must make a note to NOT squeeze my Ipod-touch WITH my earphones into my pocket ever again... =/

Crista Flanagan of MadTv

Man, I lurve this woman to bits. She's so freaking funny playing the pathetic comedian, Luane.

R.I.P. Zack Fair.

Aerith is sad... =(

It's been so long since I felt so emotionally satisfied, and depressed at the same time, upon the completion of a video game. The previous time something as peculiar and as magnificent occurred, was about 8 to 9 nine years back, when the ending credits for the original Final Fantasy 7 started rolling.

Crisis Core, the prequel to that 1997 gem, has finally closed its final chapter for me a few hours ago, after a week of orgasmic button mashing. As a huge fan of Cloud Strife and co, I am surprised at how pleased I am at the amount of quality put into the intricate storyline of Crisis Core. It felt really nostalgic, to once again thrive in the city of Midgar after so long... Sigh.

Here are some videos of relevance that I would like to share:

"Why", theme song of Crisis Core.


The following two are meant to be hilarious, and goes to show how fans, like me, can turn really brutal and blind when things do not go their way. The first video is a lousy review made earlier last month for the game(2/5??? WTH?), whereas the latter is a rehash of that review, made to supposedly, "appease" the fans on April's Fool Day. Compare them both and you will see what i mean. Enjoy.



You can check out the April Fool's Joke by clicking HERE.

Day of Revelations.

Right now, I'm so exhausted from gym that I can hardly type. But before I draw my white flag, I have a few things I would like to point out, over a few revelations I made this afternoon through my conversation with a friend.

Firstly, I realized that impressions, whether first or otherwise, are mostly lies. Impressions are almost always easily manipulated by each individual, so much so that we craft the image presented to others so completely opposite of who we really are inside. The true nature of each individual is coated with so much lies, that it is almost always impossible to penetrate. No one in this world can truly say that they understand anyone else, even their life partners, for the simple fact that people, without reasoning or cause, can change in a blink of an eye.

Secondly, are human emotions reliable? How is it that when someone is at their weakest and most loathsome stage of their lives, that they are so easily manipulated and controlled by the ones whom they believe to be kind and concerned with their wellbeing? When a person appear before you in your most dire hour of need, do you have to bear your heart and soul to this supposedly selfless presence? Kindness do not come without the mentality to be rewarded, mind you. They are not angels, but merely PREDATORS!

Finally, argh.. My body is giving way to my weak mind. I shall continue this rant another day.

Fuck you, "friends".