Yours Sincerely

I invested emotionally, and I suffered the repercussions.
. . .and I'd rather have my hands trampled by wild elephants than to burn that bridge.

At what price? Well, it hurts like hell. . . ;.(
I knew better not to cross that line; and yet I did.
My mind, my blessing, my curse...

I died a long time ago; and I thought I finally found a reason to live. . .
I thought. . . and I was wrong. . .

Currently in deep stupor; I just don't know what to do, or what to say. . .if the intangibles had quantitative values, I have given out more than what I could afford. . . now, I will bleed at my own doings.

Like I've said the last time...(link)

Stepping from the complex didn't leave me with the serene peace the watchers claim the house holds.

"The House of God!" exclaimed the robed watcher as her voice echoed inside its hollow grotto. True indeed, the space within as a reflection of the Almighty being they worship...but the atmosphere was anything but divine.

Humans take pride in their very belief of the Man upstairs, as uniform as it is around the globe is the accepted gender of superiority. The very fact that women were also creations of God made absolutely no literal ties with the notion of divine equality;


There they stood, in pink robes, ever so faded by sunlight as if by default was designed to degrade, in awe of the palace's splendour.

Splendour; a false one at it too. The complex was a circus of fools. I've seen bigger architectures far greater than the grandeur they proclaim; if any at all it was a mockery of His ominous presence.

With every feeble step we made, the scene behind vanished ever so slowly. I resisted the temptation to take a look; that one final look at the house.

The House of God.

It's been raining all day now; but it seems like the downpour is slowing down...at least on the outside it is...

Fact 1: I've never been to a concert before.
Fact 2: I'm twenty three years old this year.
Fact 3: Force is proportional to the rate of change of momentum

Ok, Newton's Second Law of motion has nothing to do with the concert but I must say the crowd response made Sir Isaac's third law sound like a myth.

Truth be told, I have no clue on what to expect. The idea of going to this concert when I hardly even listen to AAR was a little off. Too off in fact, because Joanna asked me to join her for this DJ Mixing Competition Finals in Ipoh. I could have gone for either, and my heart points North towards Perak. Then some part of me just shook me; "Darren, twenty-three years and you don't know what a concert is like? what the hell is wrong with you!"


Whoa, think about it; me telling myself off. How bizzare is that... -.=" We kinda procrastinated a little before going in to be frank, haha! Opening local bands that were there included One Buck Short, Disagree and Pop-Shuvit.







AAR entrance was nothing short of spectacular. I must mention though, the crowd roar was phenomenal; ok, I suppose I have nothing else to compare it to other than the four wall of my room. But hey, I was there; that's all that matters, yes? :D