Needle in the Hay

"So I can be quiet whenever I want.
Leave me alone."


Elliot Smith's Needle in the Hay. I'm listening to Melissa Laveaux's rendition. Not because it's better but because it fits the mood. The gloom. The weather. The sky crying. And my vindication.


"What a feeling, bein's believin'
I can't have it all, now I'm dancin' for my life
Take your passion, and make it happen
Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life"

Flashdance. Yes. We are our rhythm. I am my rhythm. I am the rhythm. 
So long as there's tomorrow. There's another morning. You can't be too SAD.


Round and round. You keep on going. But leave the sadness and darkness behind. Baggage you don't need. 


So now, smile. Spread your arms. Sway.


Sing and dance your life. 

EDSA. Mozilla. Coffee

February 25, 2011
25th People Power Anniversary

Outside, the rain sounds pissed. Inside, my brother's watching "The Departed". This came after I stupidly nagged at him for staying at home (he's supposed to be going to school- my persistent thought) and there came his retort, "Holiday man ron!".  And that's the end of it.

I woke up feeling frustrated and disappointed. This is the 2nd or 3rd day actually. Work frustrates me. My own me disappoints me. Google chrome with its Tagalog pop-ups/commands/whatnot gets into me. I opened Mozilla instead. But I'm using IE as I'm doing this. I am doomed. And I don't want to care. Don't want to care.

Coffee is my opium. But not now. It's liquified valium. I just made that up. But that's how it feels. So kindly throw me your greatest coffee playlist. At full blast please.

Thank You

For some people, "Sorry" or "Goodbye" aren't the hardest words to say. It's "THANK YOU". 


And I don't want to fall on my knees and beg you to say those to me no matter how I so much deserve them. I won't do that. 


But acting like an ingrate or demanding more is rubbing salt in the wound!


You. Ruined. My. Day.


Thank You

9 Crimes

He's part of my everyday. And now, he went on:


It's the wrong time
for somebody new
It's a small crime
And I got no excuse


And that is alright? yea
give my gun away when it's loaded
that's alright? yea
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it?


Damien Rice, 9 Crimes

2011's First Two

I've been staring at the blinking cursor for half a minute now. Clearly, I don't know how to begin this. Time passing by so swiftly isn't news to us all. But realizing how actually it passed by is still quite unbelievable. I'm at a loss for words so for the first time since I started using this account, I'm putting photos in it. That's a good sign, ain't it? Okay, whatever. Here they are: 

 

This is Sara. A close friend way back college. Last time we saw each other before this was Dec 2009. Good start for me! :)

One of the first trips we made early this year. Can't remember the exact date. We're on our way to Valencia, Bukidnon. One of those rainy trips. People posting about how Forks it is in their place but they gotta go to Bukidnon to really say, "Okay, this one's the real Philippine Forks." If you haven't figured out what this photo is, it's one of those bridges you get to pass by as you go along your way to the province.

One of the things I love about CdO is this! Great to be back :)

A great unplanned Saturday night with Sar. 

A pre-V Day date with Noes. Another close friend :)

V-Day night at Divisoria, CdO

This one's quite special to me. Technically, I was the only one traveling this time. Going to Ozamis/Mis Occ.

The first time I learned how to pay for my own tickets so I could get on a barge going to Ozamis City. This one's in Mukas Port.