This journal is locked, most of the time. I would love to add new friends though, so if you're nice, leave a comment, and I'll add you back.

Watch this. It talks about time perspective and how youths these days are not brought up to be patient (in simpler terms). But it's interesting, and very enlightening.

Youths these days are so impatient; they get angry when their gadgets take a while to load. They get angry when queues get too long, or when services are too slow.

The inner rocker, which has lain dormant for a while now, is stirring inside me.

I just cannot get over the epic SingFest '08 days. That was probably the most epic music festival I have ever experienced.

Every thing I say makes every thing so much worse.

Why say anything anymore, right?

Recently, I've started following Thought Catalog on Twitter, and most of the times, I can't help clicking in to read their posts. And the more I read, the more I enjoy reading their stuff.

So it's not exactly to read properly written articles, but what I love abut their articles is that they are all so relatable. They put so simply into words, the kind of thoughts that pass my mind all the time. The kind of thoughts that somehow, I never managed to transcribed to words. They don't even use big words. Then I realised that's what draws people in these days: words written by someone else that one can relate to.

Look at the pop songs on radio these days. They are horribly mixed and synthesized; throw in some catchy beats and stupid, but relate-able, love-sick lyrics and it becomes over-played on radios. What happened to bands that wrote their own songs and poetic lyrics? Lyrics that sang of heartbreak in a deeper fashion?

It's just sad, how wearing one's heart on one's sleeve has become sort of a pop culture. No one bothers with abstracts anymore. All they want are words they can quote, post it on their Facebook or Twitter, and get likes or retweets just because people can relate.