psychobabble

i started taking my resolutions seriously when i was seventeen and decided that it was time to let my hair down, instead of being angry all the time. at eighteen i wanted to fall in love. last year, i got tired and just wanted for everything to fall into place. this year i wanted to hit the ground running.

its all been good so far, i came to realise that i’ve lived through the smiles i prayed for. ive tasted all the asam garam that came with it too. right now the hour is closing in to ‘09, and i’m hoping this time i know what i really. really. want. (zig-a-zig ahhh)

the past three days have been hectic – and last night was nothing short of epic. It was, to say the least, a religious experience.

So this is what being alive is supposed to feel like
Incubus was one of the top three bands I said Id’ve to see before I die, and now – I can sleep peacefully.

I wont bother describing it here, you won’t get it unless you were there.

Me and Charlene cried like babies when Kiss to Send Us Off kicked off. She didn’t really stop crying, and for me nothing else in the world existed except that one glorious moment.

“It’s a fountain of youth and a patriot’s weapon of choice”

plus: my stint as a budding journalist has come to a close as well. it’s been such a misadventure i can’t begin to emote how emotional i was when i left. but im sure we’ll meet again and it’ll be greater than ever.

2nd day at newsdesk, need smoke. covered crime but ended up with advertorial that got compressed by a gabijliion percent. feel spastic much?