Lady Gaga at the Arena 

Buona Sera! I went to the Born This Way Ball last night, at the Upper Box front row! Cheerios to that. (I’m still upset that the Patron and the Lower box tickets were sold out though.) Her performance was amazingly breathtaking by the way. Everything was incredibly perfect and impressive but then again I wouldn’t expect less from Lady Gaga. I know there’s a great population out there that are hating on her, mostly righteous Christians, usually about Judas. But it’s her trademark, her thing. It doesn’t have to mean more than a hit single. She used Judas as a metaphor. Originally and devilishly-used, I know that but who are we to judge her? She can do whatever she wants and so can you. We can’t sue or protest her or hate on her in the slightest because only God can do that. We can dislike her because we’re human but we can’t do anything further than that unless she’s actually done something to us. We can’t judge. She writes songs, she sings it. We can only listen to it or not, like it or not. Oh, and may I remind that ever since she made an appearance with her outrageous clothing and everything, almost every famous artist was inspired to wear the same? (e.g. Katy Perry, Nicki Minaj and the like.) I saw her on that stage in the middle of that spotlight being completely real to herself. Well, she didn’t look fake like most artists I’ve observed. She showed how she cared for her Monsters and she made our tickets worth it. She was everything I’d imagined and dreamed she would be. She exceeded my expectations, actually. I was practically bawling.

She came here despite those ridiculous rallies and she was rebellious and true and she came to give us that show that she was destined to perform. I watched her then and there and I was jumping and doing everything she asked the audience to do. I didn’t even care that I lost my voice for a moment of time from screaming. She’s even the biggest gay supporter in all the world. She’s Lady Gaga and she definitely is something else. My family assured that we would be seeing Lady Gaga again if she ever comes back.

Captain America! Though, I don’t like him much I thought It’d be cute. And it is!

(Taken with Instagram)

Independence in a lock. 

I feel horrible. I’ve never gone online with so much reluctance before. All the pictures from my friend’s Bash are everywhere to be seen. Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr. It’s like they’re haunting me and I can’t even browse anything without seeing a single photo of them having fun without me. I tried my hardest to get my grandmother’s permission so I could go with them. She wasn’t impressed, she wasn’t happy. I knew then and there that she wasn’t going to allow me. I feel like a bird with handcuffs. I could fly, but I’ll need a key to do so. Why can’t I go independently anywhere? Even in the nearest of places, I just can’t seem to go! I’m two years away from College and I’m still tied up? I can’t see a legitimate reason why she wouldn’t allow me. All I asked for was a ‘Yes’ and she couldn’t say that to me, even when I’m practically begging? The more I begged the more she infuriated. It’s so effing hard to ask her of anything that includes me going out without any relatives with me. Way to treat me like a grownup. 

Blank piece of paper. 

Sometimes it’s hard to carry on with your life when you don’t even want where your path is taking you. For better or for worse, my future is nothing but a blank piece of paper. Nothing’s written on it, and I’m afraid of what to write or illustrate on that paper because it might get ripped off or rumpled and I can’t do anything to make it smooth again. I have to be careful with my every move and decision as what’s happening right now is the current moment’s past. I feel so clueless because it’s like I’m never supposed to exist in the first place. I feel like a mistake because of the stupidity of the pair that created me. I could only thank God that he gave me a chance to get out of my parents’ grasp. As for my future, God will lead the way, and I could only follow. Only he, knows what’s right for me.

The Avengers 

I’ve watched the Avengers 3D for three times already. All three times at the Mall of Asia. I’ve memorized their lines and I could tell people around me were getting slightly annoyed by my voice dubbing the characters’ every line. Too bad I didn’t give a shit and kept doing it till it finished. I also watched all of their individual movies in a week before The Avengers premiere. Guess, you could call it preparing myself for the collaboration of the best Marvel Superheroes all in a single story movie. It was every bit of great as I had imagined and expected it to be. Maybe even better. I watched all of their movies, and I chose Iron Man as the best of them all. Now, after watching The Avengers- thrice. I still haven’t switched Iron Man with another character. Call it Loyalty. Or perhaps just plain sick obsession. So, My phone- both the wallpaper and lock screen were all replaced by The Avengers posters. Even my ringtone changed into The Avengers theme composed by Alan Sylvestri in full volume. Oh, and my phone alarm is tuned into the Avengers music as well. Doesn’t it feel glorious to wake up to that music every time you wake up? I do.

I’m obsessed with Iron Man. Thor comes next, then the Incredible Hulk, Hawkeye, Black widow, but I can’t like Captain America. I know I’ll have people doubt me because I know lots of people love the Captain. Iron Man is a genius. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s a much more genius than Einstein will ever be. If he was real, that is. He made himself into a superhero. Without anyone’s help. Maybe a bit of help from some people but it was all him. Captain America though, never would’ve become a six pack buff without Howard Stark- Iron Man’s father. See, the experiment done on him was the properties of Stark Enterprises.

Captain may have won an entire war all by himself, but without Stark he’d be dead right now, still bony and unwanted. I don’t hate him. Dislike suits it better.

No hate on the ask box please. I’ll delete them anyway.

The Avengers. Movie of the year. (Sorry, Hunger Games)

Note: This has been a drabble with protection away from bitches and assholes. Within this post, all that matters is my opinion and thoughts. Except if your Iron Man.

Inception 

Hi, zero followers. I’m gonna sound real stupid here since I’ve no followers yet except for my old blog. I haven’t told anyone about this tumblr but I will as soon as it’s worthy enough for anyone’s eyes to see. Just straightforward info, just in case someone crosses by my url and sees how empty my blog is. 

So, this is me.