Anatomy Of A Stupid.

So I’m a person that loves music. I’m not one of those specific genre toned people, my ears will accept anything, if not everything that is better than Nick Zitzmann. I was also watching the 49th Grammy, and I’m surprised by the number of unworthy musicians (sorry, but I just think that there are better) that were nominated.

I know the votes are all submitted by the academy’s 11,000 members bla bla bla, but it just seemed a little fanboyish to me. No Nickelback for Rock, no Snow Patrol, etc. Instead all I got to see was Mary J. Blige, RHCP and god knows how many times the Dixie Chicks were nominated for an award and won. Infact, I accidentally tuned in to the encore presentation 3 times and all 3 times all I can hear is I’m Not Ready To Make Nice!

In total they won 5 awards. My question is, sorry I have to say this, are they even worth 1?

God granted, if you take photos while you’re happy, then so it will turn out to be just as good. I photograph because I am happy and because I am happy, I managed to capture what I think is an influential view of how good a primary character coupled with a stunning backdrop; the support can be. Just as important, but just as discreet. Love the balance of important elements in here. I dedicate this to all the good times I had in the past, for some reason.

It’s like every day I wake up, I read the same newspaper, I go out at the same times, I go to the same places, see the same shit, sleep at the same time and all of the sudden one day when I do something wrong it hits me so hard I get so troubled about it. I really hate this eerie feeling in my gut, mind you. The last few chances I get to patch up a friendship, something goes wrong.

Everyone has many sets of friends. Work friends, school friends, old friends, hangout friends. Try drifting apart from all of them, thats whats happening to me right now. I forgot how nice it was to have somebody acknowledge the things I do, and how awesome it was to actually have a running conversation with the other person coming back for more and vice versa. I used to have this in school, until a few asshats had to mess up everything there is to mess up about school. Everyday as I arrive at school there would be a ‘work hard, play harder’ day planned in my mind, but when the next best thing (or person in this scenario) fails you then it all goes wrong.

Let’s make it short, you need a bridge to get to an island and hence to have fun, imagine the bridge gets burned down. You still do the same thing, minus the fun. The days start to get a little crappier, the songs that suck begins to play more, bla bla bla you get the idea.

Now there’s no more school, the disconnection can be felt harder now, but I had already told myself that I wouldn’t look back if I could. I didn’t want to be the person that needed people to care about me in there, and suddenly having a culture shock when I go to the outside world with nobody to stand on. I’d start everything fresh and just ignore the glare of the past. Easier said than done, that’s for sure.

The stuff that just used to suck back then, is now being a bitch; and the people that just used to be idiots, now really even bother me in my sleep. The worst gets even worse, dissapointments get even more dissapointing compared to then. Had I just confronted all these troubles as they were happening, it would have been easier to get over but alas made me look more selfish. Was it wise to choose to be selfless? yes. Is it worth it to live the present as per the past? maybe. Would I change this if I had the chance? definetly.

Happy Valentine’s.. oh wait, it’s called Friendship Day, and Gong Hei Fatt Choi to chinese readers.