Sabeeerrr Rideerrrrr… and the star sheriff… wachaaaaaa!!!

practically old school. I love the 80s. It was the year I was born & it was the year I began to love the music, the TV, the movies, the fashion, the enigma of the 1980s.

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Saber Rider & The Star Sheriff

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Macgyver

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21 Jump Street

90210 was a zipcode that I wished I was in. Shannen Doherty was the bad girl of my draems. I had a lot of the Captain Power merchandise from KFC, the “topeng”, the blaster gun, the figurines. I wish to name my cat Voltron one day. Condor will be the name bestowed upon my future super bike. I was always Lion-O, being a Leo & shiet. Tom Selleck can out do David Hasselhoff anytime. And my turtle didn’t turn mutant.

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Life snorting high on pretext

Naturally, you’ve might have heard what generally people would say if the unexpected become the the expected, “It’s an accident”, “It’s fate!”, or my personal favourite, “It’s all in God’s hands now”. Reluctant to believe so, some just went against the grain. They became, transformed, into the unexpected, in an expected world.

It’s painful to be walking down that path, crying in pain & howling against the voices, reverb, bouncing off from wall to wall. Yet, it looks really graceful in the eyes of tragedy.

Two plus eight equals ten eight two thousand

While the sun goes down , rise the rebirth of an old hawk. Actually, a flock of them. This website has been on hiatus for a while, not until recently the activity has been abundant and so far, the world has been moving along with or without it. Nonetheless, things has to get start off again soon enough.

When I look back, it really has been one crazy ass tour of life. The amazing, great, insane, cool people I meet along the way. Awesome experiences I picked along the way. Better realization about what actually I wanted to do with my life. It’s like watching a film reel of yourself, every frame pictures the moment that sometimes I wish I’d never forget… and it just remains to be, just a wish.

Behind a successful man, stands a woman. On his left, stands his three children. On her right, stands her three children. And behind me, is my hairy back! Arrrrrrrrgh!!!

Ok, what am I talking about?

You’ll see…