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“You’re Just A Girl”

“You’re just a girl”.

You’re just a little girl. What do you know about the world? What do you know about life? What do you know about love? What do about about anything apart from painting your nails and swooning over little boys?

Nothing, really.

Because, you’re just a girl. And this is the most that you can fathom. But you are something else. You’re not like any of the other girls.

You are not cliche.

You’re an individual. You know what’s right and wrong, from whats good and best. And you can make the right decisions. Your taste in music is impeccable and eclectic, level with sheer sense of meaning. You pay close attention to detail. You are curious about the world, and the people in it. You have dreams, and your dreams have dreams.

You are already, what you are not yet.

You’re just in a phase. You are not little kid, but at the same time not a grown up. You are right in the middle of everything. And I’m telling you that it’s hard right now because high school is kind of shit; all the other kids are shallow and they don’t get you most of the time. You might feel like crying sometimes, but don’t let it get to you. The world is way big, and you will feel lost. But if you see past your short scope, you will find beauty and your place in it. The world is a mean place, and it will make you feel weak. But I am here to tell you, that you are strong like a force of nature. And this world will be yours to own tomorrow.


One day I will meet you over coffee, and you won’t be that little girl anymore. You will sit there tough, chin up and independent. You will tell of your many experiences of music and life. And I will remember you then.

“You’re just a girl”.


SONGOFTHEMOMENT: Middle Of The Bed by Lucy Rose

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Music is a free moving spirit that makes way through your ear and into your soul. It’s the drumming of your heartbeat, the strumming of your emotions, that gentle bass of you raising pulse and the subtle voice of your soul. I always figured music is something much more and it is..

Music is an experience.

I’ve been listening to a band named Bombay Bicycle Club for a quite sometime now. So when I heard they were coming to our little humble city. I leaped the distance it took them to get here. I took my time in getting tickets for their gig thinking they’re too indie to sell a full house. They did. And I had to pay triple the price of a normal ticket to see them. Sweet damn.. They were worth every penny.

One of their guest performers happened to be the lovely, Lucy Rose. She’s one of the very first UK-based artists I ever listened to and I fell in love with her right from the start. Her calm mellow voice is as still as the the winter breeze. I can’t help but think she’s an angel who walk with mortals as a hobby.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Another band that accompanied BBC were called The Darcys. Frankly, I’ve never heard of them before. But it turns out they’re a band of Canadians from Toronto. I must say, I was pretty impressed my they’re excellent instrumentals and the passion they have for  their craft. A promising band, no doubt.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Last but not the least. The Bombay Bicycle Club. The feel of indie rock just rupturing in their performance. They’re music was natural and powerful. They played songs that made the heart jump. It’s no wonder they’re the biggest band in the UK right now. I won’t hesitate to dub them as The Beatles of the indie realm.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

What a night. Massive.

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Before I Keep Calm And Carry On..

I guess I could say that my recent preference not to write has been all but deliberate. But since there is no point in fiddling with the matter. Then I suppose I should just come out straight with it..

I feel a tad bit sad. 😦

My parent’s prior phone call a few days back have made it certain that I feel so. As they inquire about my daily endeavors and regular food intake, they somehow felt the need to ask for an evaluation of my social relationships. I was stumped. All I could reply was incomprehensible murmurs of continuous “ummm”. And so it dawned on me..

1.) I currently have no friends.

Sure, I have acquainted myself with a number of  high-five friends which by all means, have been good people. Also, I’ve spent a relative amount of time with them and I found it worthwhile. But I just can’t seem to find the right bunch (or a fit person for that matter) to be considered a real friend.

Should I choose my friends or not?

This is certainly a controversial matter that is open to intellectual debate. But in hopes of saving myself the burden of over-thinking on such issue. I shall let the universe decide it for me. And whether or not it is the universe’s occupation to fulfill the duty, I for sure, would not trouble myself with it.

Given in my current predicament is the sheer nostalgia of what life used to be. The times of clear joy and content without challenge from distance nor time. When the only thing that separated me from my family were concrete walls and not serious mileage. Where my friends have all been figured out and their company is always on the clock.

2.) I miss home.

I’ve been trying to get accustomed to this (still) foreign land ever since I’ve stepped foot on it’s snowy grounds. But it’s just hard to call it home when the bare necessities of what constitutes to a home are not present. Don’t get me wrong, Winnipeg is a lovely place, just not a home for me yet.

Lastly, of all the godforsaken misfortunes and mischances. Why do I have to be the victim of inadvertent deprivation of tickets to one of today’s most excellent musical entertainers. I put to question my Asian qualities for a complete disregard to punctuality because I’m finding this particular stereotype to be true.

3.) Tickets to Bombay Bicycle Club and Lucy Rose were sold out.

I am indeed baffled by the fact that their music is considered ‘Indie’ yet people are well informed to an extent of passes becoming sold out. I know that ‘Indie’ is but a mere genre but I’ll be damned for not anticipating such crowd. And oh, I still feel like horse feces about it.

I guess that concludes my current dilemma. If any good has come out of this. It is that I’ve finally exhaled all the heavy air that have rendered my chest strained. And as tomorrow makes its way, I..

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