a watched pot...

...never freakin' boils.

simply MJ

Words fail me right now.

I grew up listening to his music. I remember my parents getting home one day with a bootleg copy of the Thriller PV because one just can't download music clips since the internet was non-existent back then. My blog up until now contain entries about him and his music. Going to work and going back home was always complete with me listening to "Rock With You" in my iPod. My family and closest friends knew that it was my national anthem.

You will be missed by people whom you have inspired through your music and talent.

Paalam, MJ.

commuting chronicles part 3

YOU don't have the right to make me feel this way.

YOU don't have the right to make me feel this vulnerable.

YOU don't have the right to make me feel this...happy.

Because I don't know YOU...at all.

commuting chronicles part 2

From now on, I shall call you my real-life Teppei. I credit Sabel-sshi for that connection.

We were again together for a slow and bumpy two-hour ride amidst the rain while trudging our weary asses to work. If this happened without him by my side, my day would have been totally ruined. But things work out when you least expect it.

Thanks for making me smile today.

commuting chronicles

Stop this kilig already...

I don't want to be hopelessly wishing that I'll bump into you each day...

Stop it. Yamete kudasai.

yes!

Finally! A Hideaki Takizawa dorama this July.

sentimental mode

The moment I know he loves me
'Cause when I look in his eyes I realize
I need him sharing his world beside me...

Got to be there.