Obsession.

If you've been with me. You would know that I obsess on something called Thunderbird. The first time I saw it in the television, that purple classic convertible with a soaring-wings-shaped hood. I fell in love with it. Immediately. I asked my mom, what's it called this car? Cause when I was five, I only knew of 3 cars. That is a red Volvo we cruised in in Manchester, the Mercedes that grew up with me, and the old Toyota my grandpa drives. Mom confidently said, that has to be Thunderbird. My brain copied that with a small note attached- i am going to own this car one day. So I never thought of searching it on the internet. I barely knew how to use it at that age. Up until today. Because Mom says its a Thunderbird. For the first time I searched on this obsession's images. Just to find exactly what model it is. To find out, the Ford Thunderbird, looks nothing like what I saw when I was five. And got devastated. So I searched on all the classic convertibles. I didn't know why but Chevy crossed my mind. So I ogle for it on Wikipedia. There it was. The 1959 Chevy Impala Convertible. Well it somehow have the features of my dream car. But not quite right. So i ogled again and there it was, the '59 Cadillac Coupe Deville convertible. Gosh I I'm going to own it one day. For a second there I thought I could happily sing "in the backseat of my chevrolet". Eventhough technically it's a two-seater. But well, Cadillac here I come. Maybe if Im a gazillionaire I'd buy that 59 Chevy as well :)

So meet Chevy. Disney's Cars designed one of their cars to look like this. Except that it's purple. I thought it was the one. Than I found the other one.

The '59 Cadillac Coupe Deville Convertible. Gorgeous right? Im gonna have one in purple :)
Look at its tail.

Look at those tail flaring. Smokin' hot. And mine's going to be just like that. Only in Purple :)

larger than life

I probably am late in writing about him, and probably amongst the billions. But I think I finally have found what I really had to say about the King of Pop. Having to view his memorial service, just confined me, he had befriended the world, and he was big at heart. He was a star, making millions and affording luxuries, yet he gave to those in deep need. He could've talked about his success, yet he spread messages about peace, about unity. He was the largest humanitarian. He didn't do deeds to gain spreads in the press, but he truly reach out to every individual, in ways we never would have realised. Though some hated him for that, he never stopped fighting. Though he was badly misjudged, he smiled until no anguish could be sensed. Although he was flooded with bad feedbacks, he never despise those who started it. The things he did, the strength he possessed, really had made him a hero. And I, am just one of the sea of people that was inspired by his actions. His meaningful music, his body language on stage, his activities to spread humanity will forever be continued, by the children he had helped in giving a better future. He will forever live as a hero, an icon, an inspiration deep down in our hearts core. There's a better way to look at this lost. Maybe god took him early, so that he will no more have to endure the pain he hid from the world.

Without you, there'll be no such thing like moonwalk.

"We Could Fly So High
Let Our Spirits Never Die"
-Heal the World

We love you MJ, you'll forever be our inspiration

Look through

A post of no reason absolutely this is. I just when through a day of laziness. Life, realizing this a few days ago, is moving fast. Really fast, and I'm afraid I'm not ready for what's coming. I'm already in college. Nothing new yeah. But Im already a year here. I wonder for how long will I stay. I mean, this isn't high school where failure can be mend. It's a do or die world Im living and it costs money. Music is my all-time path. Yet, it never is easy. I keep telling myself to focus more, concentrate and be serious but the mantra last only up to an hour. Before I even get the urge to start again. And to be reminded, my ABRSM exam is less then 30days. An absolute reason with no failure attachment. Can't do it. I need to find the button. One that will leave me striving. And that is my study life. Or so to realise, it ain't permanent. I'll eventually graduate and I'm going to pay for my own food very soon. I sort of freak out everytime I have this picture. I've been fed by mom and dad. It's them for food, gas, and everything. Then one day, I'm going to be living myself, supporting myself. The only pocket money I'll earn is the one coming out from my pay-check. Pay-check? I can't even help but to wonder what would be my means of earnings. And if you think I am so snuggling myself and haven't had the taste of hardship, well suck it up because if you're a teen, then we're the same. WE have no idea of what the world really looks like. And eventhough we hate to admit it, our parents are always behind us every single day of our teen life. We rely on them by all means. So it's time to wake up and say grace to have them and to realise we're going to switch place with them very very soon. Then it'll be our turn to pay the house, car, eccetera. And I might have no idea what you'r thinking but I want my parents to have a cosy life, just like how they had embraced me with. Though life little girl. Grow up now.
Shewolves is slowly driving into progress. I'm seeing visions of us. If Shewolves works well, which I hope will more than anything, then I can kiss my worries goodbye. Because, everything would fit into my plan of construction. Then again, an early kickstart ain't easy. Whatever it is, I know there's this one angel that'll help me through it all :) This angel I found hiding in college. So i guess a rough start does turn out well, depending on our beliefs :)