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This keyboard is from the 90s. This was a birthday gift. It’s a Casio CTK-520L.But I never learned how to play it.I was too lazy (don’t follow me).

Not taking piano lessons is probably my life’s biggest frustration. As of June 3, 2012.

My dad was quite of a musician himself when he was still alive. Actually, his whole side of the family were mostly musically and artistically inclined. When I was younger, I would watch my paternal cousins play instruments and sing and would feel bad about not musically “gifted”. I was like, okay whatever you guys I’m just gonna eat cake here or something. It was pathetic. Lol.

Since I feel that it’s too late for me to learn how to play this thing plus I have a lot of adult stuff going on, I’m just gonna take extra efforts to take good care of this baby. This would make a lovely birthday present for you, kiddo. It’ll be like old school/vintage thing when that time comes.  Don’t ya think?  It’s got 61 full-size keys that light up as you play too. Super cool.

And oh, did I mention that the keys light up as you play? Super cool! 

*get ready for the siomai-hopia joke* This is how I SIOMAI love for you. HOPIA like it!

With so much love,

Yo mommah ❤

One of the things I hate about myself is my congenital inability to properly vent my anger and frustrations. When shit happens, I will just either cry myself to sleep or die.

I get hurt but I don’t remember losing my temper or bristle with rage (this doesn’t include online hate tweets though).

This is the part where I thank Nescel for coming into my life.

He taught me how to not give a shit about certain “things”. Most of the time, without him knowing it.

When I’m confronted with personal crises, Nescel is usually one of my favorite friends to share my problems with. That’s cause he has a uniform reply to everything - YUTA EH. For me, this isn’t just a cuss phrase. There is substantial indignation. Nescel Giabigia philosophy taught me not to spend too much time dealing with pointless, insignificant “events” and/or people when you have the choice to not to deal with it/them in the first place. It’s like an I-don’t-care-what-you-say-I-have-a-life-go-get-one-yourself attitude. So thank you, Ne.

For as long as you know that you’re not radiating atrocity to mankind, go ahead and do the things that make you happy and mind not the funsuckers. Sometimes some people could just get really jealous they’ll hate you for no reason. Ultimately, it’s okay to sometimes not care. 

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Game?

Tssss.

PS Just a short shoutout to all the hypocrites, posers, rumormongers who are constantly making other people’s lives less fun… YUTA NIYO. :)

Cue music: Pardon Me - Incubus. Bleh!

Try and try until you die is probably one of the stupidest phrases there is. While it’s okay to aim for bigger things, sometimes, it pays to accept the fact that some things are not just not meant for us. 

Maybe because:

A.) We are destined for something even greater.
B.) All of the above.  

;D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6HAF88OD_E&list=UU8ItGFVEXbnO1AWmcK4SM-A&index=1&feature=plcp

Well, I don’t have to “wonder” anymore. :D

Link below is a cover of Yeah Yeah Yeah’s Maps by the Gino Franco dude. He is the cousin of my very good friend Maane Simpas (http://theastrogirl.tumblr.com/). Yes, I’m very good at forcing people to do things for me (plus it’s my birthday so yeah). Thank you very much. Enjoy! ;) 

http://soundcloud.com/makayformayor/maps-yeah-yeah-yeahs-cover-by

I’ve always known what I wanted in a guy. The variables are always constant. God-fearing, family-oriented, has a concrete plan in life and must at least know who Bjork is. Someone who can keep up with my hyperactiveness and my incessant craving for cheap thrills and adventure. Someone who has enough amount of awkwardness to neutralize mine. Someone who will not be ashamed to show the world that he’s with me. You see, I’m never the trophy material. I can’t cook or walk in heels and my ways are very unladylike but I do have a couple of talents like doing perfect cartwheels with one arm and I’ve always believed that my brain is bigger than my boobs. Most importantly, he must have maximum tolerance for PMS.

I know what I want since day one but how I always end up with the wrong ones is forever and ever a mystery to me. I never cheated on anyone but I’m always the… lol too much info lololol.  Sometimes I blame the lines on the palms of my hands as several fortune tellers swore I have zero luck in relationships. But what do these lines know anyway? They’ve never even been to school.

When people tell me I have no feelings (that includes my own mother lol), I take it as a compliment. It only goes to show that I’m very good at hiding them. But sometimes I could be very vocal like on how I hate it when a guy carries a girl’s TINY purse whilst on a date. It’s a gaddam insult to my femininity. Okay sorry. Guess that’s just how I was brought up. I grew up without a dad and I’ve seen how my mom handled things on her own. Always on her own. So while I’m busy showing the world I don’t give a shiz, somewhere deep in my heart wonders how would it feel like to be taken care of… by a real man. I would unconsciously look for that certain feeling but when I become aware, I would immediately gather myself and put the tough face back on.

After quite a number of demoralizing heartaches, the wall I build around me just gets stronger and stronger. Not to repel anyone but to protect my heart for further damage (yes I am guilty of Friendzoning). Aside from my dysfunctional  immune system, my heart is the next most abused part of my entity. Anyone who dares to go through my wall could either be:

a.) stupid enough not realize that there are better options

b.) willing to look stupid coz I’m the only option (of course I’m kidding)

c:) a sincere fellow who sees right through me and… my manly lower extremities :P

Yaknowwhatamsayin. Now you know.