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Just when I needed a refreshing intake of good music, I discover this incredible musician.

His name is Gabe Bondoc, a Filipino residing in California.

Another one of those youTube artist with portfolios of amazing covers of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours”, Chris Brown’s “Forever”, Colbie Caillat’s “Realize” and Christina Aguilera’s “Come On Over”.

One worthy mention is his rendition of Rihanna’s “Take A Bow”, where he tweaked the lyrics a bit to give  his interpretation of the male’s perpective.

Covers aside, I am absolutely hooked on his original compositions. “The One” has the whole Jason Mraz half scatting, half singing vibe going and his guitar skills is reminiscent of John Mayer’s.

But you be the judge. Go on and click play!

PS: Thanks for recommending him to me Jo!

The way you laugh with your mouth closed
The way you smile so your eyes glow
It’s in the way you look at me to help me see
Just who I am inside

The way my heart doesn’t listen
And so it just keeps wishing
Wishing you were close to me so that its beat was
Synchronized with yours

You’re the one, you’re the one for me.. sugar.

You’re my hero and my best friend
and girl I swear that you’re a Godsend
Lovely as a ray of sun.. the very first one
Just as the day begins

So I got a round trip ticket
But I don’t wanna take it
I only wanna take half
And give the other half to somebody who wont waste it.

You’re the one, you’re the one for me..

Your hand and mine fit perfectly fine
And sway below our waists at the perfect height

Faithful and true
to Him and to you
I will stay forever this way because..

You’re the one, you’re the one for me


I’m bursting with creative juices.

I need my form of musical release.

Recent events has fueled my desire to create = )


I’m ready to start writing again.


To spread my joy, my sadness, my love, and my misery; through music.

To write lyrics and form melodies so others

can relate.

To inspire others as I continue to be inspired.



More than ever.


Just me.

And my piano.

It’s funny how sometimes, even the cheesiest of pop songs can carry such motivating lyrics that can uplift even the weakest of souls.

I know sometimes when you see yourself
You Just see yourself
Someone not good enough
And though there’s times when you feel like
You can’t do nothing right

And insecurity takes a hold
Obscures your vision of your soul
You can’t see what’s inside
Open up your eyes

Take a look in the mirror
You’re beautiful
Take a moment to love
The one you are
Learn to accept yourself
’cause it’s the truth
Can’t love nobody else
Until u love u

I know sometimes it’s so hard to keep
Up your self esteem
Sometimes you can feel so small
And it’s so easy to tell yourself
You’re not worth much at all

When you’re unsure of who you are
And now it’s tearing you apart
You can see what is true
Change your point of view

Take a look in the mirror
You’re beautiful
Take a moment to love
The one you are
Learn to accept yourself
’cause it’s the truth
Can’t love nobody else
Until U love U

Find what is real is what’s inside you
Know there’s no one else in this world like you
Take maybe just a little time to start and see
Just who you really are

Take a look in the mirror
You’re beautiful
Take a moment to love
The one you are
Learn to accept yourself
’cause it’s the truth
You can’t love nobody else
Until U love U

I’ve finally seen the big picture.

The silver lining that always brings hope after a long and dreary storm.

The pale glimmer of faith that strengthens the heart of the weakened.

I’ve spent too much time dwelling in things I can’t change, it’s about time I focus on the things I can.


I’ve spent too long wanting someone I can’t have that I’m blinded and didn’t see that I already have something really special with that someone.

A REAL friendship.

One where I can safely say things and not be worried of being judged.

A person I can connect with on another level, one I never knew existed in the realm of friendships.

A purely platonic relationship.

I’ll keep this paperback novel safely in my “shelf”, where it will forever remain among my other special paperbacks = )


I’ve seen how unpredictable relationships with people can be.

The ones you never thought you could be friends with can turn around and surprise you in many ways.

And you realize they are the ones you can potentially share a great and long-lasting friendship with.

I want you to know the respect is mutual = )


And then there are the ones you call friend; and later learn they are the ones you should be wary of. For behind the facade of a seemingly trusting face, there in lies a traitor.



I see the big picture.

It’s all clear to me.

And I am enjoying the view from where I’m at now.

= )

He hung up the phone.

“Fuck,” he thought to himself. “How did I let things get so complicated?”

He stood there feeling like a complete fool.

How could he have been so conceited? So selfish and so stupid?

He had no one else to blame but himself for letting things play out the way it did. Had he been more tactful and mature, he wouldn’t have to stand here feeling the way he did now.

Like he had just dry swallowed a pill.

Like a lump had gathered in his throat.

Like someone had just poured cold water all over him.

Like someone had removed all his nerves, rendering him senseless.


That’s a perfect word to describe his act of foolishness.

He huddles himself to the ground, taking in all of his thoughts. Gathering everything he had just said and heard.

“Now isn’t the time to beat yourself down,” he told himself. “No one can fix you but you,”

Regaining his sense of pride, his confidence, and his control of his emotions, he straightens himself up.

Refusing to be reduced to a weeping idiot, he looks back at the past few weeks.

Suddenly, amidst the sadness, he feels himself smiling.

Nothing can remove the memories.

No one can take away the pain.

Only he can make the promise.

To make sure it never happens again.

He takes it all in stride and feels thankful, for at least a friendship could still be salvaged.

And now, there’s nothing left to do but to move on…

As he begins to feel his wound slowly seeping, he realizes something:

That it’s better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all.

I’ve overindulge…in more ways than one.

And on the topic of overindulging, I gave in to my craving yesterday.

Well I suppose it’s hard not to when I plant my ass right in front of it.

The aroma…

The “essence”…

The juicy balls…

The fragrant buns…

The red liquid…

It can only be…


It’s Joey Tribbiani’s favourite sandwhich for a reason.


Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin

She loves her mama’s lemonade
Hates the sound that goodbyes make
She prays one day she’ll find someone to need her
She swears that there’s no difference
Between the lies and compliments
It’s all the same if everybody leaves her

And every magazine tells her she’s not good enough
The pictures that she sees make her cry

And she would change everything, everything just ask her
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster
And she just needs someone to take her home

She’s giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant
Afraid they’ll see that she’s lost her direction
She never stays the same for long
Assuming that she’ll get it wrong
Perfect only in her imperfections

She’s not a drama queen
She doesn’t want to feel this way, only seventeen but tired

She would change everything for happy ever after
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster
But she just needs someone to take her home

Cause she’s just the way she is, but no one’s told her that’s okay

And she would change everything, everything just ask her
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster
And she would change everything for happy ever after
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster

But she just needs someone to take her home
And she just needs someone to take her home

Many young girls out there are prone to succumbing to their insecurities because of society’s harsh implications.

Now more than ever, the media seems to have placed immense pressure on girls out there; imposing on them the media’s idea of what a girl should look, or feel, or think like.

In most times, it is also our choice of words and actions that leads to someone else’s downfall. If we only pause to think and consider the consequences, we can very well save a person from reaching breaking point.

Choose your words wisely,
Your daughters listen to you more often than you think

Be gentle with the hold you have on your daughters
Their struggle to break free is nothing compared to the struggle you will face when they have broken free from you

Be tactful with the taunting
The innocent teasing and mockery carries more weight than you realize

Hold your tongue from gossip and malice,
The ethics of reciprocity applies here;
Do not do unto your sister what you would not want her to do unto you

Respect your wives,
For she is the one you call love, the mother of your children and the heart of your family

With love & respect for all women out there,

“If the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, then I must figure how to free my desolation,”



He looks out into the stark night.


Wondering if the steep cliff he is about to leap off of is worth the jump.


He pauses to consider what it might bring; a lifetime of true bliss? Or brisk moments of sheer unadulterated pleasure?


Although both may be mutually exclusive or mutually plausible, he is afraid the act of what is to come may also be the very act that would destroy everything he had hoped would be.


What if everything takes a turn for the worse? What if his actions cause immense consequences that will hurt not only him but also the one he cares most for?


What if this mistake proves to be an indelible dent, one which he will look back in from the future and curse the day he did what he is about to do?


Suddenly, amidst the cloud of confusion and the current quandary that is his predicament, he notices that the cards have already been laid out.


His actions have already revealed his true desire.


The next step to his path is clear.


The feeling of regret remains absent as he wipes away a glimmer of sweat off his brow and prepares to embrace the sensation he always feels when making the leap of faith.


A leap he knows will bear no hesitation and no uncertainty.


One that will shape the future of his happiness.


He looks up to the heavens; half-thankful, half-afraid, but fully trusting.


He closes his eyes and smiles; comforted by the fact that the giant leap he has now chosen to make, is going to be worth it.

I seem to be a sucker for ulcers and blisters.

And on top of that, I have a cut at the roof of my palette. So you can only imagine the amount of pain I suffer whenever I eat something that’s salty, tangy or sour. All primary taste buds which can be found in an average Malaysian diet.

Maybe I should just blend my food and suck through a straw ’till the damn thing heals.

Gosh, even talking hurts…and that’s my favourite thing to do. I think I only used half my average quota of words today.



A lot of people have been coming up to me to comment on my recent Facebook status bar, insinuating that I have been indulging in some sinful and naughty pleasures.

So to clarify things for all you lot out there with minds cemented in the gutter, the only thing sinful that I feel guilty about indulging in is overeating.

My parents recently returned from my cousin’s wedding in Kuching, Sarawak and they brought home some delicacies that only Kuching has to offer.

To start off, there’s the lovely lamb shank my cousin Sarah, who’s one hell of a chef, specially roasted for my dad.

I apologize for my less than stellar photographic skills but my limited 1.3 megapixel camera phone only allows this much clarity.

But you get the idea. The lamb was like heaven in tin foil; the meat, succulent and tender and the gravy, tangy and sweet.

Awesome lamb Sarah!

And of course, there’s the special, made only in Kuching, kuih lapis or layered cake for the Malay impaired.

It doesn’t come cheap because of the tideous work involved in making it and it is high in cholestrol due to the number of eggs used in the batter.

But it is really good, though the ones I had back in Kuching were far better but can’t complain cos it was frozen and flown from East Malaysia.

To top it off there’s the special coffee powder from Kuching that makes the most aromatic cup of java.


BUT….due to all the eating I feel really guilty , after having worked so hard to lose weight so I’m gonna increase the amount of time I spend on the treadmill.

Oh well.

I’m gonna go do some sit ups now.

Peace = )

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