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Discreet:Complete: November 2011
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Monday, November 21, 2011. Punk rock killed practice". When I started playing the goddamn guitar, I took it seriously. So serious, that I swung my arms up in the air whenever I hear something that involves the guitar. I was obsessed by it. Always eager to learn how to play better, cleaner, and tighter. One of the first songs I learned was this:. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californication. Coheed and Cambria - The Crowing. I learned all the songs in this album. Minor Threat - Guilty of Being White. So on, an...
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Discreet:Complete: September 2011
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011. I rant too much in the morning, eh? Men are territorial beasts. It's written in their DNAs, but I bet you already know that. What I'm trying to say is, I kinda despise it. I punch people in the face to defend what's mine. And when you're in a relationship, it complicates things. I usually don't care, but when my mood goes haywire, I fucking get paranoid. People say that's insecurity. But what the heck? Fuck everything man, I'm going to work. Sunday, September 25, 2011.
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Discreet:Complete: Validation Game
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Sunday, September 25, 2011. To be completely honest, the only thing I really enjoy at a show is being on stage. Whether it is a good or a bad set, it's fine. As long as I got the chance to play. I consider that as a rare opportunity, something to be thankful of. Other than that, my status of amusement all throughout the night varies. I'll try to explain it though. The other thing I hate is the validation game. It's degrading, and I don't want to take part of it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Discreet:Complete: A Nervous Case Of...
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Sunday, December 4, 2011. A Nervous Case Of. I got back from China last Sunday. It was an impressive country, but this post isn't about that. It's about how messy my mind after that trip. Probably this is the "post-travel depression" some people are talking about. I just want to sleep and wake up after a week. Not to deal with work, people, or reality as a whole. I'm anxious, afraid. I'm like a NEET kicked out from his safety habitat. Helpless and shit. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Discreet:Complete: Fhloston Drama
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011. I rant too much in the morning, eh? Men are territorial beasts. It's written in their DNAs, but I bet you already know that. What I'm trying to say is, I kinda despise it. I punch people in the face to defend what's mine. And when you're in a relationship, it complicates things. I usually don't care, but when my mood goes haywire, I fucking get paranoid. People say that's insecurity. But what the heck? Fuck everything man, I'm going to work. View my complete profile.
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Discreet:Complete: December 2011
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Sunday, December 4, 2011. A Nervous Case Of. I got back from China last Sunday. It was an impressive country, but this post isn't about that. It's about how messy my mind after that trip. Probably this is the "post-travel depression" some people are talking about. I just want to sleep and wake up after a week. Not to deal with work, people, or reality as a whole. I'm anxious, afraid. I'm like a NEET kicked out from his safety habitat. Helpless and shit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Discreet:Complete
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011. Let's take a photo like this again, 50 years from now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Unfortunately, that's not my real name. I suck at grammar. I think I'm scary but, whatever. View my complete profile. Lets take a photo like this again, 50 years from . Im a bit clingy, ya know? Im a Motherfucking Fallacy. I really think this photo is sweet. The Quirks Of Being A Trollflower. Jaymedaclan© 2011. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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I don't want to miss you anymore: I'm only alive to make you stay
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Wednesday, August 29, 2012. I'm only alive to make you stay. Even in my happiest of moments, I feel a deep sense of hurt and longing that I've carried for as long as I could remember. If only for myself, the burden was bearable but I couldn't handle the feeling of being a burden to the people I love. My father called me up earlier in the morning when I asked him for lunch money: "Why don't you just ask me for money if you need to? I'm only alive to make you stay. Should ...
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I don't want to miss you anymore: October 2010
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Sunday, October 31, 2010. Person most likely to uncover the meaning of life. You have this phenomenal knack for content analysis and for chrissake, anyone who could derive any degree of epistemological substance from a taong grasa. Days of our lives. The games we play as children. The indentured slavery of temporal narratives. You, it's always you. I'll see you again someday and by then I might have something good to say. Yeah, you're right, I've been scared all ...I don...
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I don't want to miss you anymore: Kaleidoscope
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I don't want to miss you anymore. Wednesday, November 16, 2011. This week hasn't been too kind. Well, okay, it's been uneventful but I've been really tense. Haven't been uneasy for a while so I guess this would be healthy enough to balance things out. Apparently no. Just me. Shit, I had no clue. Okay, it was really suspicious. I was starting to wonder if it had anthrax in it or something or for the most part, who sent it. A couple of officemates suspected some gay dude who keeps on bugging me to ...Lover...