Saturday, January 21, 2006

by invitation only


i've been telling people, it's strange how i've always gone all out --- almost prostituting myself ---- in order to plan out the perfect (not necessarily grand) birthday celebration for the special people in my life. this one's no exception. the birthday celebrant just happens to be my very self. hehe.

i'm trying to keep this celebration at a manageable number, so wait for your tickets, dear friends. and witness how memorable this evening will be.

forever

there is no such thing as forever. but even as change is something we cannot live without, we work things out only when we enter into a commitment with forever in mind.

the soundtrack of my life

all of a sudden, music became the very air of my existence.

i've never spoken about a personal hobby, even when people talk about the sports, the cooking, the photography, the literature and every other -ing or -y or -ure there is known to mankind. it dawned on me today though (and with an almost frustrated "finally") that, indeed, i am obsessed with music. i listen to these seemingly incoherent sounds and find sense in the orchestra of beats and bass and guitars. i drown in this interplay of elements. and the voice speaks... oh the voice that is enchanting, like a siren's song. but most of all, the poetry that comes with every created masterpiece has this much to say about the life we toil through every day. the poetry becomes my daily soundtrack.

i finally found out what really captures my attention: MUSIC. and many people out there are just like me. you'd wonder how the Ipod became such a hit, hence, we find commuters, for instance, boarding the LRT with some form of mp3 player to fiddle around with.

if there's anything that hasn't changed about me (only improved perhaps), it has to be my penchant for the great melodies.

all hail contemporary music.

311, a perfect circle, alicia keys, bamboo, ben harper, bush, coldplay, death cab for cutie, editors, elliott smith, embrace, esthero, frou frou, fuel, garbage, gavin de graw, guster, imago, incubus, jack johnson, jason mraz, jars of clay, jewel, john mayer, jose gonzales, lamb, martina topley-bird, matchbox 20, n.e.r.d., orange and lemons, paramita, pete yorn, powderfinger, richard ashcroft, rob thomas, smashing pumpkins, stonefree, sugarfree, switchfoot, the cardigans, the dandy warhols, the eraserheads, the verve, U2, up dharma down, vertical horizon

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

being "adulterous" to the schedule

New Year normally starts off with my natural high of constructing the most complicated and rather rigid schedule of "to do" list. I never realized it until today but I have actually institutionalized this as a RITUAL every single New Year for the past, say, ten years? It's just the revelry of a fresh start that tickles my OC-ness and lo, behold! Schedules and budgets and personal targets are written down nicely (sometimes printed) in finest detail. So, you think you've made a new year's resolution and you're damn proud of it? Wait til you see my new year's agenda!

But as in any new year's resolution, it starts out promising... ends up in ruins. The sticky part in planning for things is really keeping up with the plans. Exhibit A: Myself. Right Now. Wasting yet another fifteen minutes composing a blog entry. And totally violating my oh-so-sacred commitment to the schedule I've set for the next, erm, two weeks. When will I learn?

Well, I guess that's just my system creeping up to me, saying, "Hey you need a little spontaneity in your life?" Go and crack the mold. Being "adulterous" to the schedule may have its disadvantages (e.g. sleepless nights) but it's still fun. The adrenalin rush is of course exhilarating.

Happy new year! I'm ready for some spicing up. c",)

putting out the fire: pyro olympics soaked

and it rained. and being drenched became negligible. and the sun and moon henna was a total waste of P50.

but it was the most memorable rainy day spent with Apple and Ogge. Missed you so much, guys. Thank you for the fireworks. It was such a beautiful evening. c",)