Drifting Away

I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in so long. I feel I've been lost. No bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy, I guess. I've never been lost before. You were my true north. I could always steer for home when you were my home. Forgive me for being so angry when you left. I still think some mistakes been made and I'm waiting for God to take it back. But I'm doing better now. The work helps me. Most of all, you help me. You came into my dream last night with that smile of yours that always held me like a lover, rocked me like a child. All I remember from the dream is a feeling of peace. I woke up with that feeling and tried to keep it alive as long as I could. I'm writing to tell you that I'm on a journey toward that peace. And to tell you I'm sorry about so many things. I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you so that you never spent one minute being cold or scared or sick. I'm sorry I ever fought with you. I'm sorry I didn't apologize more. I was too proud. I'm sorry I didn't bring you more compliments on everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair. I'm sorry I didn't hold on to you with so much strength that even God couldn't pull you away...

A friend of mine sent this to me a long time ago. I know where he'd get this(from Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks). But still...

Aaawwww...

Did you know?

The oldest message in a bottle spent 92 years 229 days at sea. A bottom drift bottle, numbered 423B, was released at 60º 50'N 00º 38'W on 25 April 1914 and recovered by fisherman, Mark Anderson of Bixter, Shetland, UK, at 60º 50'N 00º 37'W on December 10, 2006.

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ERASERHEADS: The Final Set

I love them. Filipinos love them. Especially if you come to know them while you're growing up. You'll agree with me. Their songs are easy to sing songs. Songs that inspired so many artists/bands nowadays; has meaningful lyrics, sometimes funny or sometimes tells you something about their or our ordinary lives. But the most wonderful thing about it is that you remember your childhood. You reminisce as you hear their songs playing on the radio. You brag to your friends that you have their new album, that you have chuckies, that you can play their songs in simple chords, that you actually fought for them when people said that they are influenced by demons (have you heard their tapes played backwards? Well, I did. some people say they have backwards-masked Satanic messages in their songs). Yeah, those things definitely gives you happy thoughts. But to be in a live concert?!? Goosebumps. Adrenaline rush (some people I know couldn't get out of their beds simply because they're still tired. No wonder).

Last Saturday, it was my all-time-favorite band's concert, Eraserheads at Mall of Asia। Yeah, it's the final set of their supposedly first reunion concert held last August but due to Ely's heart problems they hadn't finished it until their final set. Well, I wasn't there to witness myself their concerts. The heck, there's Youtube. People are so eager to take videos of them from their cellphones because they know they are partaking in the history of music. Hell, the history of Eraserheads! I wondered and agreed with Jessica Zafra why their concert is preceded by death akin to Mr. Rapper, Francis Magalona's death. They paid tribute to him by singing Kaleidoscope's chorus, chanting his name before singing Superproxy and included again (loving it!) the new upbeat rendition of Alapaap by Raymund Marasigan. But of course, there's Ang Huling El Bimbo....hayz...I can't wait for the DVD to come out. I am definitely gonna buy it! I love Eraserheads! Weeeeeh!

By the way, I have stumbled upon this other version of Ang Huling El Bimbo. Enjoy!

Hanuba!

a.  don't force me to give reasons..i have none..don't give me that silly look, dabbing me with scrutiny, you don't run my life and I don't either...so better yet, let's mind our own lives..and, one thing more... never ask why..

 

b.

1.  I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in.  I am lost... I am hopeless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.

2.  I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.

3.  I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there.  I still fall in.... it's a habit. My eyes are open, I know where I am. It IS my fault. I get out immediately.

4. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

5. I walk down another street.

c.  fancy gifts won't do...flowers and chocolates are over used..words--empty..argh! Jst call me..that'll do..ü

Ano ba...masyado namang madrama si K.O.B.

kilig mode

you know, when i said i knew little about love...well, that wasn't true. i know a lot about love. i've seen it. i've seen centuries and centuries of it. it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. all those wars. pain and lies. hate. made me to turn away and never look down again. but to see the way mankind loves...you can search the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. so yes, i know that love is unconditional. but i also know it ca be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and well, strangely easy to mistake for loathing. what i'm trying to say tristan is...i think, i love you. my heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. like it doesn't belong to me anymore. it belongs to you. and if you wanted it, i'd wish for nothing in exchange. no gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. nothing but knowing that you love me too. just your heart in exchange of mine.

-star yvaine to rat tristan
stardust flick