Sound of a dying star (ch.2)

When I opened my eyes, I seemed to be transferred to heaven or something similar, because all I could see was rainbow coloured clouds drifting through my feet. And then as I started to get a hold of myself, I felt some pressure being applied on my biceps. I looked up to find the exact green crystal bird that had swooped down on me. Where was it taking me? Maybe to its giant crystal nest to feed its crystal chicks? I did not want to imagine that.

Another thing I noticed about the environment around me was that it did not seem like Earth. Wherever I was, it was a place with purple skies and visible stars shining in the distance. Also, something caught my attention, three of them to be exact. This place had three moons in the sky. When I looked down, I noticed this great expanse of buildings. The unusual thing is that they were not on land, rather they were floating in the ocean of whichever planet I was in. Taking a closer look at the spectacle underneath, it was a bright and noisy place. Genres of music I had never heard before and fragrances I have never come across.

We finally landed on a large landing area resembling a helipad, only it was the size of a football pitch. As soon as we landed, a group of humanoid creatures came to greet me, their skin made of crystals like the bird that had carried me here.

I was suspicious of everything at this point. Waking up to find myself being the only one on Earth, walking down the familiar streets of Manhattan, to find a gigantic crystal bird which somehow managed to bring me to this strange planet while I was unconscious. This had to be a dream. I pinched myself hard, only to reel back at the pain. “Oh, my god!” The entourage of crystal men and women looked at me in confusion: “Is this normal behaviour on your planet?” one of them asked me.

No.. This couldn’t be. This was real.

Sound of a dying star (ch.1)

My name is Edison Ramirez. 39 years old and living by myself. I work as an audio engineer. When I woke up today, there seemed to be something amiss. The streets were quiet and I could not hear the birds singing their usual songs. The cars on the street had come to a standstill. The streets were also void of people.

I put my deathstrider 78X1 on and listen to the latest hits with its booming-bass system. I take a step out on the streets of Manhattan and go for a jog. As I pass by the cars, I notice that there were no one inside them. That was weird, was the whole city playing a prank on me?

I was supposed to do some checks on the sound system of a huge club downtown. But no one would be complaining if I didn’t show up tonight right? After all, I seem to be the only one in this city. That was when I heard it, a beautiful harp-like melody coming from somewhere close. With a sudden burst of speed, I ran as fast as I could directly at the sound. Maybe I wasn’t alone after all. That was when I saw it, soaring past the tall skyscrapers gracefully with its shimmering green feathers that seemed to radiate alongside the sun. It appeared to be a large birdlike creature about the size of a human.

As I continue to stare at its beauty, it notices me. It makes that beautiful sound again, lulling me to sleep and proceeds to swoop down at me. I then realize that it wasn’t as big as a human but two or even three times bigger than a fully grown man. I stand still in fear, unable to move a muscle or perhaps it was a spell cast by the bird.

And then, everything turns black.

Rest In Peace Mamba

I still cannot believe this. I received a call at four in the morning from my friend, telling me that Kobe Bryant had just passed. I asked him if he was pulling a prank, but something in my mind told me that he was not.

Kobe “Jellybean” Bryant, is the greatest basketball player I have ever seen play the sport – mind you that I was born in the late 90s. He was someone that was not especially gifted athletically, but one with spirit so tenacious he would crush his opponents: the mamba mentality. He was the Michael Jordan of our time. And the greatest Laker to ever don the jersey.

The work he put on himself can be heard from the countless stories of people who knew him. I am sure most of you have heard stories about how he would always be the first one in the gym and the last one out. Telling other people that no matter how hard they worked, he was willing to work harder. His drive and love for the game separated himself from the rest.

Not only was he an exceptional, once-in-a-lifetime player. But he was an incredible human being, loved by both Lakers fans and non-Lakers fans alike. He was not just a genius on the court, but also carried himself with this determination he could excel in anything he put his mind into.

He was also a great family man. His love for his wife and daughters, supporting their interests like volleyball and basketball; learning to play instruments for them; becoming his daughter’s dance partner to her prom, and supporting women’s basketball. He was an amazing father. He had this endless curiosity to learn and push himself and the people around him further.

What hurts the most is that Kobe was only 41. He still had half of his life left to live after three years of retirement. His legacy can be felt all over the world, in all sports and the millions of kids and adult alike yelling: “Kobe!” when they shoot something into the trash can.

Kobe was an incredible human being, making people feel strong emotions when he was still alive and now when he is gone from the world. The only thing we can do now is to honour his legacy by remembering him and inheriting his “mamba mentality”, to kill everything and truly push ourselves beyond our limits to be the best we can be. World, Kobe Bryant has signed off for the last time: “Mamba out.”


A life well lived to me is one where you were close with your loved ones.

A life well lived is one where you could say you were a good person in life.

A life well lived is one where you made a difference to other people in a positive way.

A life well lived is one where you came into terms with yourself and loved who you were.

A life well lived is one where you were happy in the end.

A life well lived is one where you accepted other people despite their differences and hardships.

A life well lived is one where you loved with all of your heart.

A life well lived is one where you made time for the people you care.

A life well lived is one where you were loved.

A life well lived is one where you felt.

A life well lived is one in which you mattered.

Hyelin departing from Banana Culture

So…as you’ve all heard, Hyelin (real name: Seo Hye-lin/서혜린) has left Banana Culture Entertainment.

Hyelin announced that she would be heading towards the gag-woman route during the time of resigning contracts with Banana Culture, and posts around two to three times a month on her YouTube channel. She has appeared in some small variety shows, but they were all for comedic purposes instead of promoting herself as an artist.

EXID, the group Hyelin was in hasn’t released any songs in eight months after ME&YOU, which was the last time the members were all in the company. After Hani and Jeonghwa left the Banana Culture, there have been no signs of EXID in the music industry.

Hyelin is an incredible vocalist, and I would have liked there to be a unit formed with the remaining EXID members still in Banana Culture (Hyelin, Solji, LE.) But I wish Hyelin all the best in her future endeavours and that she can continue to bless us with her voice. It would be amazing if the EXID members could get together in the future and promote again as a group. I hope for the best for all the EXID members. Let’s exceed in dreaming together!

Aiming for the bullseye

I don’t really have a target audience in mind. I guess anyone that find my posts interesting is free to follow my blog. This blog is a part of my writing journey, helping me to find my voice in this great ocean of content and creators. Right now I am too lazy to think of something to write, just following the blogging course from blogging university. But if I do write something of my free will, it will probably in the lines of sport and pop culture. As well as some short or long stories. We’ll have to see.

Why Thoughtfroth?

So why did I choose Thoughtfroth as the name for my site? It is because I want my posts to be thought-provoking, as well as the fact that I have always found froth to be intriguing. Ever just catch yourself looking at froth from beer? No? Just me? (I don’t drink alcohol by the way!) I have also decided to keep the tagline: ‘Let it surface.” As in letting ideas surface to the top or something following that line.

I know most people find it hard to name something important to them, for example, names of their children or if they find their username taken on an MMORPG. Hell, I’m in the same boat. But the name ‘Thoughtfroth’ gave me a good feeling. It just ‘clicks’ with me.

Let’s walk the flower path together

Hello beautiful people, and welcome to my blog. Currently, I am taking the blogging course from the blogging university, and this is my attempt on the first task.

So, first and foremost. My name is Richard, nice to meet you lovely people. And the reason I am starting to blog is that I want to give myself some purpose in life. As well as people telling me that blogging is a prerequisite for all writers in this current day and age.

Like I have written in my previous blog, I will be writing about anything and everything I feel like writing. I am trying to make blogging a habit of mine. And I am trying to start the new decade off with self-growth. Hopefully, this will prove to be the start of a chain reaction that pushes me into becoming someone I can look back years from now, lying on my deathbed with no regrets.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read one of my very first blogs. It may not be up to the standards of blogging elites such as you guys, but I am willing to learn and improve every single post. ❤

Welcoming a new decade

Heya loves, I am finally starting a blog for real. What will I write about? I’m not too sure about that, probably anything that piques my interest.

I’ve been holding of starting a blog for quite a while now, I’d say since 2018-ish when I was recommended by a college professor to start a blog. But like the Gen Zer that I am, I was clueless on how to get started and therefore gave up before I could even type a single letter. Its a new decade now, and I am trying to change myself. Gone are the days of “new year, new me”, it is time to start new and welcome the new decade with optimism and the drive to keep striving for the best. It is time to enter Thoughtfroth.