//October 14, 2010//

Yeah you, with the string and lot of laugh. It is not easy to accept you the way you slip into my dreams. It is not easy to get rid of past encounter and let you hold my hand. It is not always easy for anyone to reject you for your honesty and all of your jokes. Yeah you, with the glasses and lot of heart. Let me tell you a thing, Weezer may plays the song The Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World once and I don’t deserve the song. So, here’s letter for you. Thank you it’s the first word I’ll give to you, with a yellow card I once made. It’s really an honor to have all the attention these whole years. And two, I heart the train station. You made me sitting on the bench once again, today. Waiting you with that obvious shirt, that was cool. So for that, I made my third word. I heart you, a lot.

Five times for high five means a charm.

//October 02, 2010//

I’ve been miscalculated a lot of things. I thought September was nice and peaceful. The truth is September was dark and tough. So, here is the sister October. I’ve always got a good feeling on this month. October always a powerful month and a lucky charm for me. October is a month of change, a month to start something new.

I have enough exhaling and I want to start this month with a smile. Like Clarita always sings, as long as I have sun above my head a nice air surround myself, then it is enough.

Hell yeah, October! You’re up next to beat up :D

//September 30 2010//

On a very obvious reason, people really like to go to karaoke box. On some occasion, some just put a speaker and a nice white screen, and we’re off to some rhymes. Untitled songs and countless screams. The playlist was patriotic. Included the best song ever made to earth, Backstreet Boys and Oasis. Aerosmith and My Chemical Romance. We’ve never mind some off tunes and improvised screams.

At first, I hate all that drama, never wanting to involve on some excessive depression. Then, with some nice people and a nice playlist, you’ve been pulled easily to love it. I joined the screams and grove to some crappy lyrics. But the truth is I’ve never been to karaoke box. And I’ve never touched the microphones.

//September 30, 2010//

I like to be called like that someday. The term is powerful and yet cool enough. Nerd, geek and dork were nice, but I prefer the freaks one. It is nice to be friends with people who are acted like freaks and proud to be called like that.