Let go. Move on. And guess what? That's exactly what I did. I don't know how I got here, but suddenly I know I'm a universe away from where I was a year ago. So, yeah, life is good. No, it's awesome. And it has only just begun.

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This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed 
They're spreadin' blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
Think I was blind before I met you 
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I'd let you know
That these ( Read more... )

Hearing a song with the perfect melody and lyrics feels like being shot in the chest by a cannon. Not that I've ever experienced it. Being shot by a cannon, I mean. Okay fine, enough with the overly dramatic analogy ( Read more... )

I missed playing! Just got home from session practice. I'll be playing bass for Zach Lucero tomorrow (um tonight na pala yun kasi April 21 na) at Saguijo. Shameless plug: If you don't have any plans for tonight, head on over to Saguijo! Other bands are Marty McFly, Pin-up Girls, Miguel Escueta, and a lot more! Get a copy of Zach's album na rin! It' ( Read more... )

Okay, while John Mayer's The Heart of Life (Continuum album) offers the most optimistic view of the world, Slow Dancing in a Burning Room lies on the other end of the spectrum. It will just rip your heart right out and tear it to pieces. It starts out with a mournful guitar riff that  insidiously finds its way into your heart, chipping and cracking ( Read more... )

I think I'd be a really good taxi driver. If you ask me to take you somewhere speedily, I'm your person--given that you know the directions. Because that's where I missed out on. I'm so bad with directions. I drove my officemates to NAIA Terminal 3 and on my way back to EDSA, I took a wrong turn and ended up on Roxas Blvd. I suck in backtracking; I ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I was functioning on reserve adrenalin since I wasn't as sleepy as I ought to have been, considering the late night prior. Perhaps the knowledge that it was a Friday helped boost my energy. It's been a very tiring and torturous past couple of months and I wouldn't be surprised if I just suddenly crashed from sheer exhaustion. Sometimes I ( Read more... )

If happiness were a drug, I wouldn't mind an overdose. I wish I could just buy a bottle of endorphins from the nearest drugstore. That would suit me fine right now.

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Happiness is having dinner with friends, bonding, freezing in the pool, and sweating in the sauna. Thanks Cyn, Earnest, and Jenny for the wonderful company! You're such precious ( Read more... )

The gig last Wednesday was awesome! Granted we could've used more practice, but what the hell! It was fun just being on stage again and crankin' it up. And, man, the sets of the other bands took me on a rockin' ride down memory lane! I relived the early years of the 21st century. Cambio, Twisted Halo, Sugarfree, and Blast Ople! Blast Ople was the ( Read more... )

Feeling suicidal? Then don't listen to Rufus Wainwright or Damien Rice or Elliott Smith (especially if you know how he died), or, to some extent, Greg Dulli. For me, these artists are melancholy and the infinite sadness (to borrow from the Smashing Pumpkins) personified. It's as much the music as their soulful/sorrowful singing. But still, one can' ( Read more... )