Island life: Vibes and Places

Hey guys! Before you start reading this, I'd like you to open this link  in a new tab and listen to this music on the background. So my ex-girlfriend chatted me today. Wow, this has started to become some sort of an online diary, you think? One day, sometime in the future, I'm going to read this post and think: "Wow, how embarrassing was I?" Maybe. Or maybe not? I feel like sharing these things with you guys has been great for me. Many people say that we give up too much of our selves in social media, showing what we're supposed to hide on the internet, and that one day these things will come back to haunt us. Yet, it does feel nice to look back and see how much we've grown, right? So, oh yeah, my ex-girlfriend contacted me through social media. She asked me the question "Was I a cold girlfriend?" Imagine that, somebody who I hated because of a love that was unrequited after a few months of passion, asking that question. Keyword

Ever heard the song Congratulations by Post Malone ? It's a really nice rap actually. I first heard it while joyriding with my friends Migz and Carlos. I, who naturally wasn't a fan of  rap songs, didn't understand the lyrics to the song, so it kind of infuriated me. I tended to enjoy picking up the lyrics and sing along whenever the song played. Every time I tried to listen as hard as I could, I never managed to get the lyrics to the darn song. So I forgot about the song. Months later I keep thinking of the song. Nobody has been playing it anymore, I guess my brain just dug up the tune and tortured me with it with the last song syndrome. After struggling with the tune for a day and a half, I gave in and searched for the song. I didn't know the title, so it took me a long while. Imagine the relief and the burden that was lifted from my chest when I found out the song's name and title. You should really check out their music video. Weird, but strangely enou

Days are overrated. Nights are beautiful Quiet days, rainy nights. Would you, my avid reader, click on the "Nights are beautiful" text? It's a link to a song that might provide the best ambiance for you. It's one of the ways that I can make you feel what I am feeling whenever I begin to write what's on mind. Relax, it's been a tough day, I know. People are rough, daylight was too bright, crowds are tiring and you couldn't wait to be alone. Now you are. Coffee? Tea? Grab a plate and sit on a coffee shop, or go to your little corner. Your entire home/apartment doesn't have to be beautiful, just your own little corner where you usually stay. You live in a room? Better! Just drape your lights a little purple and blue, and add a bit of yellow lighting. Careful with the blue though and don't add too much, it might make you feel a wee bit sad. Everybody has their little corner. So are you comfortable? Let's relax. Stay with me for a b

It's 8:41 pm, the night is cool and windy. Mom and I just came home from shopping and I just got a haircut. I open up my laptop and this is the first noise my laptop makes after waking up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YECWtIj7I4M Yup, the night breeze sending out a melancholic wave when the song opened up to it's most iconic tune: "Oh, promise me you will Send a little love my way" This song, however does not remind me of some lost love or a girl who've gone away; rather it reminds me of my father, who passed away on the 28th of February this year. You see, he used to play those songs all the time at around exactly these times and dance with my mom My mom and my late father, when they were young. You see, my dad loved to grab my mom, who usually at this time is not in a happy mood and dance with her, and bring out her smile. He was one of the few people who made my mom genuinely happy. When my dad was alive, we'd all dance aroun

Hello! Just a short warning to those who want to avoid reading anything political to turn away before starting to read this long blog of mine. This is an Idea that I want to share, but it is also an idea that I know not many people are willing to stomach. Have you ever done spring cleaning at home? I remember doing those kinds of things with my mother. We'd ransack the entire living room and completely disarrange the furniture that was neatly arranged in the living room, then we'd roll up the carpets and the rugs and remove and displace basically anything that contributed to the aesthetic beauty of the living room. And what do you think we'd find? Dirt, dust and all other kinds of hidden messes that had accumulated over the course of the past year. We'd sweep up the entire place, the dust would fly up in the air and the living room would be generally uncomfortable. It was a long and arduous way to clean an area, but the results are magnificent! We'd wipe ev

I know that most of my posts wont be read by a hundred thousand people, or that what I will do will change the world, or whatever it is that is happening here. But I'll do my best to keep on writing. One of the best times to write is at night. I decided to call myself the sleepy night owl because honestly, in real life, I work as an event organizer-- in the sponsorship department. Events work tend to have daunting work hours--sometimes you even end up working for over a hundred hours a week! Pay's good though--well, good enough, at least here in my country, and you can carry over a little pride for being who you are, and meet a few important people, here and there. But I'm an overthinker, and being an overthinker really makes this job difficult. So here is my outlet; becoming a blogger here at Blogger. I don't think I really blog, since I just simply write what comes to mind. Mostly I just write what runs through my head. Makes the brain overwork, makes it overheat

It's extremely funny. Today was finally day she left me. I never thought she'd do it, as she'd always turned around and come back. We'd always fight, sometimes it was playful, sometimes it was serious, but we always ended up forgiving each other before the night passes. Today came as a complete surprise. Truly, it was. For the first time, I really felt that she was never gonna come back, that I'm never gonna see her again. That all of those times we loved, and fought, and cried, and fought and loved again, was all for naught. You see, she left me because I did it. She didn't know I did it, and I had always tried to keep it from her. I smoked. None of my friends knew, nobody else did. I used to pretend getting bothered by the wafts of smoke that drifted to my direction, and I never smoked in a group. The temptation is really hard to resist, I tell you. Then I'd have those times when it's just me on a beach (I lived on a coastal town), dark at night,

What will I ever write about? My mind is running through so many things that I cannot almost catch them. As Chopin's Nocturne plays in the background, my eyes fall drowsy as my brain tunes into the song, its sweet melody a tempting allure to sleep. I decide to write about music, especially the music that I am listening to now. Before you continue reading this, why don't you try to open the link, and try to imagine with me? As I write this little piece of mine, I am alone, in my room, hunched on my back, with only the bright light of the screen the only source of light on the room. Everything is dark, yet it feels like I'm set on a small couch, quietly sipping tea on a cold evening, a fire cackling on the side. As the thunder claps outside, its soft bass boom echoing through the room an added ambiance to the rainy setting I have on my mind. The soft music has made me feel drowsy, so I close my book, and here we end this little story with a dot. Well, that's