mute the tv, i'm trying to be emo

To say it's been a while would be quite an understatement.

After finally being able to gain access to the web, I am reminded of a statement told from a friend while I was back.

She said "You'd know when he's back when he starts writing again.". Suggesting I only write when ...yeah you get the point.

So here's to you Aimi and happy birthday. My gift to you, a new post. Enjoy.

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"Beauty is in the details."

You can't really appreciate something (or someone) until you've noticed the small details.

Whether it's the smooth texture of an oil painted wonder, the subtle taste of Parmesan in a simple Greek soup, or her radiating smile from around the corner.

But then again, we grow unwary of these 'small details'. Sometimes forced upon us to finally realizing them - like the whole "You'd only miss something, once it's gone." shenanigans from part three.

Others, so focused on one agenda that they become so oblivious to what's around them. Not seeing what's right next to them, waiting.

Now, details could also mean the attachment it brings - their history.

Right.

Like an old silver ring I found from a box of old things which is engraved with the word 'Horde' which to the naked eye seems like another piece of cheap jewelery.

But along with it came great memories which undoubtedly shape who I am today. Such as the constant guidance that was taught, the painful memories of disbanding and meeting again in blood and tears. Times where staying up til 5am was a common routine and a new meaning to the word "squishy" is born.

And yes, there was a hint of jealousy, anger, regret and again oh so much pain. Especially, that unforgettable teary moment over "vent" that fueled me with guilt and self-anger. Sorry again love.

However, at the end of it, gave birth to one of the strongest friendship that could possibly be forged by mankind and the wide smile from the adolescent joy that comes with it.


You'll be greatly missed, Jermaine.