Musica, Mi Amore

'The Killers' have been on repeat as of late. I can never seem to get enough of Flowers' voice. I'm finding some difficulty in trying to put my finger on it, but there's an aspect to his voice which is completely authentic, and I can't decipher what exactly it is. It appears that when he stumbles on a note, it slips through the editing process and surfaces on the track. I like this, I really like this. To me, it shows Flowers' is confident enough in his raw talent and band's abilities, that little note-mishaps are a non-factor in the overall effect 'The Killers' tracks will provide to its faithful listeners. Sweetness.

Committment Defficient

My sincerest of apologies for the lack of blog-updating. My only defense is that the sunny days Toronto's been having, along with the part-time job I hold, has kept me preoccupied with enjoying the outdoors as much as possible.

TORONTO IS BEAUTIFUL, MAN!

What's new atm? Well, personally, I am reading a book which was written eons ago (not quite) by H.G. Wells entitled, "The Time Machine". I'm thirteen pages in and so far so good.

Honestly, I'd write more but I am completely exhausted. Comatose in 3..2..1.

Step back and take a look around

Maybe if I ask the questions, you'll ask them of yourself.


C'mon humour me, just think about it:



What does music mean to you?

How does it affect your life, mood, day, etc.?

What is one wish you've had for a long time and are yet to see come true?

Why hasn't it?

In ten words, describe who you are, right down to your core...

What does love mean to you?

Who in your life do you love? Do they know?

What makes you cry?

If something is making you cry, cry. Let it all out. Let it all go.

What puts the biggest and brightest smile on your face?

Or who?

Imagine it right now...

Smile.





Life is too short to wait around and feel disappointment. Make of life what you may. Never hold back, for one day you will look back and sigh to yourself.



Live and let live!!


I send you my love and my hugs and warmth, and if no one told you you were loved today, I DID!

YOU ARE LOVED!!!!

Keep In Touch

I once heard a quote that went along the lines of: keeping in touch with old friends is a sign of a strong character.

Interesting. I must agree.

It appears it is more common to lose touch than to keep in touch these days, which is somewhat ironic considering all the technological media we have claiming to keep us "connected".

How connected are we really? Does chatting online for twenty minutes count as remaining connected? Do skype dates keep us connected? And without the internet and all it offers communication-wise, would we make the same effort to remain pals?


Just some thoughts.

How would you like to waste time today?

And as we all know, listening to music is by absolutely no means a waste of time. Music is life. End of story. Full stop.

Now here is the music:

Tyga feat. Adele- Reminded


Which then reminded me of this:

Immortal Technique- You Never Know


Which then took me here:


And then to this:


And while I was at it I couldn't forget this:




You knowwwwwwww what it is

Thoughts...

I apologize that my posts have took a turn as of late and have become very personal. The reason being: I do not keep a diary and I do not feel like gushing to my friends about the way I feel. They'd probably never talk to me again. I use this medium to vent, and seeing as I have two followers and about three views a day, I'm quite sure no one pays attention to this anyways.

I know he's over it. I know I never cross his mind. I know it doesn't bother him. I know it and I hate it. And I feel helpless and stupid. Helpless because there's nothing I can do to insert a thought of me into his mind every so often, and stupid because I shouldn't feel this way and it's silly of me to entertain the feelings I have for him, so much so that I think about him all the time.

It's pathetic, I know. I bore myself thinking about it. It's become such a daily occurence that thinking about my feelings has become boring and tiresome.

Whatever. "HOW TO DEAL". I should look into that. I've become the lamest person I know. Fantastic.

When is Enough really Enough?

Sometimes, maybe it is the smart thing to quit while you're ahead. I am neither ahead nor behind nor moving at all, so at this point although giving up does not seem to make any logical sense, it is really the only option I have left.

Except that,
I've tried. Oh yes I have tried. I made it almost a little more than a week, I believe, without talking to him at all. But it's impossible. I gave in like he had the first time.

I know he wants her. I know she wants him. (At least that's what it looks like.) I have no idea why he wastes his time with me.





So, I've decided to FUCK IT...whatever that means.