I don't like it when people post songs that have hateful lyrics/ expressing hate/anger/disgust about someone else.
It clearly has no good intentions and I think it is more hurtful than backstabbing.
The receiver person who is involved and fully aware of the evil person's situation is put into a very tragic spot. S/he cannot assume or deny. Add to that agony that person's love for music if s/he is well engaged with music and the words played.
Well I would easily get hurt or be affected when I see a friend do that to me. I just don't get it why you're doing this. Better sign off from you.
Maybe I have been waiting. Patiently. And you don't have the slightest idea.
I am here a thousand miles away but I feel my soul has longed for you. Maybe its just me being in love with the idea of love, but the stillness of the sea has drowned every noisy thing out but you.
How long must I wait?
The image of your face relaxes me.
I wish I don't have to keep thinking of you. What use is this burden to me if it is leading nowhere. My mind could learn to be free and to live only in the present.
Everybody just leaves anyway.
Would you ever come looking for me?
It is the end of the day and I feel like singing "The National - About Today" to myself. My brain is getting messed up again and stretches itself open to the sacredness of life. The orderly fashion of dealing with misery starts at the point of my own failure to sigh. I wanted to cry somehow but no tears escape my eyes. Why am I sad again? My trip to South Korea was fun. I just got home.
Sometimes I worry that at the end of my life I may not be brave enough to face death and for that I would remain a ghost. I dont want that to happen. I want to be at peace.
It's my first time to encounter winter season and it is unbearable. The warmth of the morning sun isn't enough to feel my toes.
Being homesick when there isn't anyone waiting back home is the oddest thing. Korea do seem interesting but home has been on my mind.
*Traffic in the sky - Jack Johnson
I've been more introspective these days.
Choosing to stay at home than meet up with friends for dinner invitations.
Choosing to eat at my desk than join the lunch-hour chatter.
It's easy to get lost in other people's stories, sensible or senseless, and get blinded by tangible things. Sometimes I do get into these episodes when there are so many things going on. I want to step back. The information overload makes me hard to remember dates experiences moments.
Scattered thoughts, scattered head, scattered things, scattered head.
It's all over the place. I don't want to end up jaded.
I always have the strangest feeling that the disease I fear the most is what will hit me.
I am saving my last precious hours of vacation before going back to the daily grind.
I am really enjoying my David Byrne & Fatboy Slim playlist on Imelda Marcos, procrastinating on my overdue Russian assignment/Powerpoint.
Onto Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
"I just said 'fantasy' and 'struggle' in the same sentence, and on one level, at least, I guess that's what it's about. That's what it's about for cowgirls, and maybe everybody else. A lot of life boils down to the question of whether a person is going to be able to realize his fantasies, or else end up surviving only through compromises he can't face up to. The way I figure it, Heaven and Hell are right here on Earth. Heaven is living in your hopes and Hell is living in your fears. It's up to each individual which one he chooses."
Jelly paused.
"I told that to the Chink once and he said, 'Every fear is part hope and every hope is part fear--quit dividing things up and taking sides.' Well, that's the Chink for you. What do you think?"
"I'd like to hear more," said Sissy. She was feeling a certain kinship with this duded-up bundle of wild muscle and baby fat. "Can you be more specific?"
"Specific. Okay. I'm talking about our fantasies. You know the difference between fantasy and reality, don't you? Fantasy is when you wake up at four o'clock on Christmas morning and you're so crazy excited you can't possibly go back to sleep. But when you go downstairs and look under the tree--podner, that's reality."
Perfect sentiment for this year-end. A toast for all things I succeeded and failed in trying. It surely has been a very busy year.
Trips: Bangkok, Singapore, Baler, Bolinao, Batangas, Cebu, Bali
Highlights: Laneway Festival, Reverse Bungy, Walking without slippers, Traveling alone. Julie's visit (Kaberos, Rue, Relik, Skye), Vincent Moon coming to Manila, Big Bad Wolf, Team lunchouts, 70s bistro, Maginhawa St trip, Early Sunday mornings at Legaspi Market, NEW HAIRCUT, High times with bing and lari, Yellowcab's solo bacon, mango and egg pizza, bulletin board making in the office, crayola art, underwater hockey, painting, Russian class, Driving, Somerset birthday party, hospital with Mama and Teptep
Best Thoughts of 2012: Impressions by Salvador Dali, Wonderfalls, The Artist (french film), Isabel Allende, Eux Autres, Yu Aoi movies
Now I need rest. I need sleep.
