Lines In My Head

Mic swings. It's no secret that I am a big, unabashed fan of pop/punk/alternative bands ever since I got introduced to that one particular Taking Back Sunday song about a gun pointed to my head and wishful thinking. A quick scan of my Facebook feed and Twitter timeline reveals this fandom as both are literally littered with witty phrases and playful lyrics. Through years of downloading, listening and re-downloading, I have genuinely formed a unique bond between these well-arranged set of words and my life's current emotional state. Enter these one-liners and catchphrases. Perhaps the countless hours of listening to Tell All Your Friends or Take This To Your Grave or Deja Entendu  enabled me, in most cases, to pull out an appropriate song line for every mood. Given that I consider myself as a happy, cheerful, and drama-free person, for some odd reason, I resonated more though with the angst-filled, gut-wrenching, slash-wrist type of songs. These tunes ultimately b...

Flashback. Three to four months ago. Rooms devoid of light. Car crash scenes. Sinking ship on stormy seas. Ravaging avalanche. Sinkholes and landslides. Zero oxygen atmosphere. Linkin Park's Numb. You probably get the picture already. Then, a flurry of emotions. I was lost. I was scared. I was sorry. I was afraid. I was sad. I was depressed. I was lonely. I was weak. I cried. I wept. I prayed. I hoped. I listened to sad songs. I sang along to sad songs. I tried. I failed. MORDOR. But then, I decided.  Move on. Move forward. Live more. Find happiness. Love yourself. Fast forward. Around two months ago. One cool Thursday night. On a famous coffee shop. On a city down south. No discernible reason. For texting. For tweeting. For communicating. For inviting to a coffee. For meeting.  But it just felt right. So I trusted my guts. I took my chances. And I found happiness. A spark. A connection. A "kilig" moment. A synergy. ...