All Souls Day 2013

Never in my entire life, have I gone to the cemetery for All Souls Day. It used to be something other people did and I was just a spectator. It was never a tradition of my family. 

Till now. 

2013. 

You could say its been a horrible year. But then again, it started out near perfectly. All I do now is pray for it to be over. I've had enough of 2013. 

We arrived at 1.30 and the weather was beautiful - Just enough wind and not too much sun. As always, I'm shocked to see your name on that cross. It's like I don't expect to see it there. Like this is all some big mistake. It takes me awhile to comprehend the situation. 

And just as I do, my throat begins to close and my eyes sting with tears. So I busy myself with lighting candles and burning incense. We bring flowers and fresh water. We say the rosary. We talk about tombstone designs and columbariums. 

I always feel bad when we have to leave. I say, perhaps more to myself than to you, that I'll come back. That I'll remember. That I'll pray. I never did it much when you were around, so its the least I could do now. 

Eric Clapton - Little Queen of Spades (Crossroads 2007)

Mr Piano Man, my gosh, what a solo.

And Clapton. Wow. I'm running out of ways to compliment this guy.

Since I am the king, baby then you is the queen

10 Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me

1. Going for a haircut is extremely nerve wracking. 

2. Peanut butter is absolute. 

3. Music is my muse, my drug, my lifeline. 

4. Clapton is God. 

5. I always sing when I'm alone. Always. 

6. I am actually an excellent baker. 

7. My spelling is atrocious. 

8. Yes, I needed a dictionary for that. 

9. I once swore to myself that I'd learn to read and write hieroglyphics, by myself, 
    in one year. 

10. Guitar solos are sexy as fuck.

Yes, I Miss Her Too

You don't think I'm sad? You think I get by just fine? I'm not the one who gets to break down. Not in this instance. That's for you, you get to do that. So I hold it together. I'm not going to be sad around you. It'd be selfish of me. 

I cry. I cry everyday almost. When I sleep. When I study. When I'm alone. I can't take it sometimes, all this emotion. I wish I didn't have to feel it. Like I could just lock it away somewhere and deal with it later. Or never maybe. It overwhelms me. 

She's gone. But she's safe now. I take a huge amount of solace in that. I don't expect you to see it that way anytime soon. But don't ever assume I've forgotten, or that I don't care. 

It physically hurts me to see you sad. But you need time, and I understand that. I know sometimes I come off cold and uncaring, but that's me trying to give you space to breathe. To think. To grieve. 

Time. They like to say it heals. 
I suppose we'll find out.

Eric Clapton - Layla

Probably one of the greatest love songs ever written.

Vacant

Funny how going back to school can turn you into the raging, pessimistic horror of a person you swore you'd never go back to. You'd never again need to turn to the bottom of a bottle or smoke or shoot up or cut to feel happy (or feel anything at all). 
Like a 3 month holiday was ever going to change, basically, my entire outlook on life. Who was I trying to kid?  

This whole year has gone by in a blur, and for once that's actually true. I feel a constant distance recently. And not just from people, from myself. I cant feel anymore, if that makes sense. My days have become a haze of accumulated work, assignments, applications, due dates and test scores, culminating on a one time only performance in a cold dank exam hall. 

Can you feel numb? I mean, isn't it, by very definition, devoid of sensation. 

Hunger, pain, cold, pleasure. 
Where'd they go? 

Letter to My Parents

I walk into your room, crying out for help, albeit silently, and all you can ask is 'How's it coming along?' To which I reply a monotonous 'OK'. Every.Single.Time. Does that not serve as a hint? A clue at least? I do realise that words laced with double meanings are an irritable trait of my gender, but am I to be blamed for past transgressions? No. No I shall not. 

Damsel in distress has never been my style, so you'll forgive me if it's become rather difficult to ask directly for your help. Perhaps I do not portray the correct body language and such. Slouched shoulders, heavy steps, one word answers and a defeated expression don't do it? 

Sarcasm aside, I know I have no right to complain when everything I have is because of you. But sometimes its nice to be noticed. Nice to be paid some attention. I'm not a machine, as ludicrous as it may seem. I don't guarantee a repeat of the results I've been blessed with thus far. Its this last bit that troubles me the most. Hangs over my head like a black cloud. Round my neck like a noose. Across my skin like a blade. 

I'm afraid. I live my life in constant fear of the next failure instead of living it relishing in the little victories of the present. I know this, and yet, do nothing at all to change my circumstances. (Clearly) I need some help. I think that's just what I wanted to say. The point of this is simply to ask for your help. 

Help. 

Oh, I think I'm falling in love

*hugs album*

George Harrison and Eric Clapton - While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Live!)

Awesome live version of this fantastic song! 

Clapton kills his solo and rocks the checkerboard suit! 

And I do think that's Ringo on drums :D

Slowhand

Clapton's very sexy looking Stratocaster

What a badass

The only Clapton record I own, unfortunately.

One of the greatest guitarists of our generation

Wish I could cut till I bleed. Out. 

Miss You

God, I miss you. Never have I felt feelings so strong. 

We went to see you today. Lighted some candles. Brought flowers and incense. Said the rosary. I can't look up to see your name on the cross. I break down. Throat becomes tight and my eyes water. But I can't cry. I need to be strong for the people who've really lost you. 

You're such a beautiful woman and I'm sorry I didn't tell you enough when you were with me.

One Month

7 May 2013

Its been one month. The first week was surreal - Has this really happened? Am I really here? Is she really gone? Everything went by so fast. I got caught up in all the work that came crashing down after my week's absence. It divided my conscience in two. On one end, I was so relieved to just immerse myself in something other than sadness and tears and grief. And on the other end, I'd feel so guilty. Id go through a whole day laughing and joking - Not a thought of her on my mind and not a prayer for her on my lips. What an ungrateful, undeserving person I am. 

Its a cruel cycle I go through. I wake up in the morning, exhausted, and try to find enough strength to survive my day. Paying attention in class has become such an arduous task and  by the time I get home, I've no energy will to do anything but go back to sleep. 

But realisation hits me the hardest at night as I study. After two hours or so, I look up from my books and thoughts of her pop into my mind. The sound of her voice and the wrinkles on her face and all the times she sat beside me as I studied. She kept silent, so I could concentrate, but never left the table. She kept me company. She never wanted me to feel like I was alone. 

I look up from my books now and no one's here. I'm alone. 

I think of her now in heaven, with her husband and her son and parents and siblings, and I cant feel anything but joy for her. But then I recall us here on earth, and joy immediately becomes tears. 

One month was so hard, how am I going to go through the rest of my life? 

6/04/1923 - 7/04/2013

What a strong woman you are 

You held on for so long 

After so many trials and tests 

At last you've been rewarded 

We rejoice for you 

But here on earth our hearts are shattered 

All we have left now Grandma 

Are memories of you 

They'll keep us company till we meet again 

You live in my memories forever more I swear 

Kyrie Eleison (Gregorian Chant)

 

This is one of the most beautiful things Ive heard in a long time.

Reminds me of incense and faraway dreams.

 



Najib Getting Booed in Penang (Psy Concert)

HAHA! Oh wow! 

This is Malaysia's middle finger in Jibby's face. 

Glee - No Scrubs

 

ZOMG! That leg thing Darren Criss does at 0.30! I just died!

Marry me, just marry me Darren.

 

*still fan girling over here!*



Laters Babe?

Laters babe?
Are you trying to kill me?

There you are,
Dropping hints like bombs,
Reverberating through my mind,
Triggering memories,
But all the while I'm silenced,
Like red tape over my mouth,
I am unable to say what I really feel,
I hold my breath when I hit the send button,
Because this is so fun,
Because I don't wanna scare you off,
Because I miss this.

WMD's and Live Friday the 13th

I don't seem to be warming up to driving as much as I thought I would. People have been feeding me the WRONG kind of information because all Ive heard about driving is

'OH! Its so fun!'

'You're going to love it!'

'The clutch is nothing to be worried about'

WHAT?!

Did I miss the memo or something? Because transporting yourself and others around in a metal death machine at high speeds doesn't sound like much fun. When I get into the drivers seat, all I can think about is how they'll be scraping my remains off the side of some highway after putting out the fire caused by the petrol tank exploding.
THAT definitely sucks the 'fun' out of driving.

Moving on.

 

Maroon 5's 'Live Friday the 13th' is simply an A-MA-ZING album.

What is it about guys with guitars that drives us absolutely insane?

It would be a wonderful birthday present.

Just saying.  :D

                           

 

Fan girling over here!

A Very Basic Fundamental Ability (sigh)

After nearly two decades of walking on God's very weird earth, I still haven't grasped one of mankind's basic fundamental abilities.

Waking up.

Yes, i do find that waking up from hours of deep unadulterated sleep to be somewhat of a problem. Its not that I DON'T WANT to wake up. Its not that I don't enjoy my days being awake. It is just literally, physically nearly impossible for me to drag myself out of bed every morning.

Let me try to explain. You see, in the morning, when the glorious sunlight, bright yellow and full of promises, pours in through my bedroom windows, my room instantly lights up like the beginning of some stupid advertisement for fabric softener.
There I am, curled up in my blanket, warm and very comfortable, enjoying dreamless sleep when I'm rudely stirred from slumber by the damn sunlight shining into my room. It really irritates me. I'm like 'Bitc* please. I'm. Not. In. The. Mood.' and promptly fall back asleep.

This wouldn't have been a problem a week ago, considering my extremely relaxed lifestyle at the time, consisting mostly of regular daytime napping. Spending my days going to sleep at 2am only to arise at 2pm the next day. Taking pre-lunch and post-lunch naps and spending an unGodly amount of time on the Internet.

Now however, I have begun work. So (unfortunately) there will be no more daytime napping and I will HAVE to find a more effective way of dragging myself out of bed and into the shower if I want to be on time for work. Oh well...

Merry Christmas? No, not really.

So here I am.

Christmas night.

Spending the evening serving people I don't really know and honestly don't really care about. Plastering a fake smile across my face and using a great amount of will power to pay attention to the small talk wafting through my house.

Now don't get me wrong, the food is great (Thank you Mummy) and the music is good. The place is beautiful, again thanks to Mummy, who has been thoroughly excited about decorating the place. Ive heard nothing but, "Change the curtains! Bring out the Christmas plates! Where are the Christmas tablecloths!" for about 2 weeks. Bless her.

But the people are all not the same. These people mean nothing to me. I want to spend Christmas with my family, and right now, I'm sitting in the corner of my hall, watching these people in the midst of their meaningless chatter while guzzling down our good booze like its going out of style.  

Ive just realised how hungry I am, but I don't really want to eat. I just want this depressing night to end so I can crawl under my blanket and curl myself around my bolster and let the darkness envelope me like a warm glove.

And the best part is that all this could have been avoided if two adults had just acted like adults when it counted the most. Its so funny how they can go from educated and mature to petty and childish. In the heat of the moment, no one made the correct decision, and a family is broken. My family.
All these material things, the lavish decorations, the unnecessary soiree, and these people, are just attempts to fill a void that was left by that day. The day we broke.

We will be fine. Eventually. Time will work wonders for us. 

But for now, Merry Christmas I suppose.

Life is too short to stay angry