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The Immortal Karl Roy

On March 13, 2012 I woke up and went about my daily routine of checking my Facebook updates and was sadden to read similar posts about Karl Roy. He passed away.

Karl, is a Filipino rock singer for bands Advent Call, P.O.T., and Kapatid. He was an icon to every rock fan and a big brother to all other musicians in the industry. He was a master of his craft, a true artist among few.

This is a man who believed in music even when nobody else did. Karl eats, sleeps, and breathes music. You would normally hear Karl during interviews talking about the music industry and giving out advice for aspiring musicians everywhere. Sure he was known as one who lived life on the edge but nobody ever questioned his love and passion for music.

Karl unselfishly gave his whole life to music. He went all out to entertain fans and gave them a piece of his heart every single time. With this being said, I'm pretty sure Karl Roy will live forever in the hearts of everyone.

*For those who are unfamiliar with Karl's music, here's a song called Prayer performed by "Kapatid" (brother).

*Also try searching for P.O.T. and Advent Call.

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Music is about listening. The more you play, the more the magic spreads.

. TMaynard James Keenan

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Finding Life in Words

I cannot wait until I become one with earth again - underneath the cold filth of soil that buries our existence and our way of life.

Once, I had the spark, the fire inside me that fuels the fire to keep me going in this evolving world that we live in. Somehow, without any warning, without any sign, I lost it. There was a time when my vision of this habitat was vivid and hopeful. I remember waking up everyday thinking of the things I want in life and how I can achieve them. There were mornings when excitement would wipe the sleep off my eyes and put me in my shoes for another day of journey. Somehow I lost all of that.

Eventually everything went downhill. Unknowingly, I was slowly losing the will to go on. It was unfortunate that it was too late when I found out.

I have no clue what I want in life now. To make matters worse, I can't seem to understand why. My heart now is like a blank piece of paper. There were days when I tried to write on it but something wipes out everything I had written down the very next day. Is this my fate? Do I believe in destiny? Or should I believe in divine intervention and just wait until it strikes me alive again?

Until now I walk in the dark. Patience wearing thin. Optimism comes and goes. Walking empty and growing tired every day. Growing old every day. And like an old man who is afraid of the world as he figures that time has passed him by. He's back in the stone age. He's a modern age caveman. I am a modern age caveman armed with a club and worn out ideas against the new world.

I am obsolete. In my 20's and already obsolete while others are in their prime.

Today, I figured writing could help me find the answers I am looking for. This is day one. Today I have something to look forward to. Today might just be a good day for me.