"Peace, love, empathy"

I've been a fan of Nirvana ever since I've heard my mum listen to it on walkman and cd player, maybe casette too and other retro music devices.

I wasn't even born when Kurt died. I'm not familiar with the other members' names. I don't know all their albums and EPs. I just felt that there was this eager link between me and their music. 

I believe that calling myself a fan or supporter should be a "know-it-all" system. That's what I call stupidity and stereotyping. It's not a must to know everything, perhaps to know yourself. Liking and loving something or someone must never be societal basis. 

4 am thoughts...

I remember tweeting that I wanted to write something that reaches out. Yeah, I really do. I just don't know how to begin. It's maybe a cliché, but I suddenly felt it travels to my brain for so long now. Maybe I have already begun it, with certain people. Maybe, I already did through social media. Maybe this can be it. I don't know. 

A lot of arguments, contexts, ideas flows to my brain right now. I just want to type. I don't want to contain them to waste. 

It's 4.19 am right now. I always am nocturnal. My brain works well at this type of quiet and moment. I can hear a lot of things, natural or man-made. Sometimes, I hear eerie sounds that makes me treble to my sheet. 

I am coughing at 4.22 am. It sucks to be sick. I am attending a debut tomorrow, saturday. I need to save up energy. I want to sing and play the guitar, but I am scared. I felt not to, thought it wasn't the right time. I quitted. Yet, I wanted to sing something that I really know, and not something that people know. 

I really hate that my throat really hurts right now and then I'm coughing. Good thing my headache wasn't attacking me apparently. I hope not anymore. 

I want to continue reading Eleanor & Park. I'm almost halfway. I'm in so hooked with the story. A bizzare love story for most of you. It's cute.