So hurry up and get here.
[BGmusic: Kodaline - High Hopes]
Quote for the day:
Music makes the people come together. Yeah.
Music mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
I haven’t updated in a while because my social calendar’s been unusually hectic. Now, however, it’s back to normal: I’m at home – totally alone, save for my dog – on a Saturday, and the world is in a state of complete peace and balance. Hello, blog! Hello, internet!
If you live in the Philippines, you’ve probably heard of the 7107 International Music Festival and the Malasimbo Music and Art Festival, or at least the former. Though I’ve wanted to go to Malasimbo since the first time I heard of it, I hadn’t planned on going to either festival this year since there was no way I could scrounge up enough money in time.
But my job has a funny way of getting on my good side when I’m this close to quitting, and I was given the opportunity to go to not just one, but both! Hurrah!
It would be easy to pit one festival against the other, but I’m not going to do that. Partly because my company was a media sponsor in the events so to do so would be bad taste, but mostly because I enjoyed myself in both.
The plan from the get-go was to go to 7107 with my brother, who is a huuuuge Red Hot Chili Peppers fan. I even begged for an extra ticket just so he could go. But – alas! – he suddenly remembered that he was going to climb Mt Pulag that very weekend. Thank goodness I had an old friend from Baguio who, when I asked her if she wanted to go, didn’t even bat an eyelash when she said yes.
[BGmusic: just my electric fan]
*this will sound like rambling because I am. Just woke up and am still lying down in bed, I just felt like blogging.
Quote for the day:
“Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.”
- George Carlin
For the longest time I’ve proclaimed my dislike for Valentine’s Day, and I know I haven’t been alone in this. You’ve probably all heard these sentiments repeated over and over again from all sorts of people, single or otherwise, and that’s because they’re true: Valentine’s Day is overrated, unnecessary, hackneyed, blah blah etc. Also, my favorite: if you really love each other you shouldn’t need a day dedicated to showing it.
But see, yeah, we don’t need Valentine’s Day, but it’s there! It’s a thing! Capitalists invented it so we can throw money away on flowers and teddy bears and chocolate, and at the end of the day, that’s totally okay. I mean, what’s wrong with making just a tiny bit of effort to make one day a tiny bit more special for your loved ones, eh?
I made a thing again. See past thing for disclaimers.
Her just about killed me when I watched it last month. Probably not watching it again because it was so painful, but let it be noted that it was the best pain ever.
Edit: I checked my Soundcloud a few hours after posting this and was surprised to see it already had 40 listens. Then I realized it automatically posted it for me on Facebook because I linked the two apps on my iPad. Fuuuuuuuuuu kill me now. So embarrassing ughhhh. THIS IS NOT FOR PUBLIC CONSUMPTION!!!!!!
[BGmusic: Once Upon a Dream by Lana del Rey]
Last Sunday, on the 26th, I turned 26, the last number before I enter the DREADED LATE 20s, when I am sure to shrivel up into the little old spinster I was always destined to be.
All in all, I had a great birthday. I whisked myself away to the beach, bringing along with me some high school friends for company, and we welcomed my aging with mirth brought about by:
It had actually been years since I had seen most of my high school friends. It goes without saying that they had changed since the last time we’d hung out, but then again, so had I. The thing is, in spite of how much we had shifted shapes, we were still recognizable underneath it all, still the same teenagers who had learned how to waltz, conjugate, and compute for the value of x together. We had taught each other how to play the guitar, speculated about the mysteries of sex together, comforted each other through the first pangs of heartache with candy and soda, and mucked around school like the kids we were, unashamed. And there we were, almost 10 years after graduation, still making music together, still turning to each other for comfort, still mucking around, refusing to act our age.
I feel like I will forever be a work in progress. I hope that’s okay.
Look what I made!
The neighbours were being annoying with their whole day whole night karaoke, so I decided to make my own noise. And I recorded it. And now I’m sharing it. Just here, not anywhere else.
So basically it’s exclusive to you, my four remaining readers! I trust that you will not judge me too harshly because I’m assuming that the reason you’re still reading these depressing rants is because you love me in your own little way. Right? Right?
And because you guys are the only people who are going to hear this, I dedicate this song, which is near and dear to my heart, to you. <3 (cue: d'aww) May the song's words ring true for us all.
Disclaimer: This is the first time I've done this.
Disclaimer2: I am not a singer. I am aware that there are some rough patches.
Disclaimer3: There are some fireworks/firecracker noises here. I decided to leave them in because I’m too lazy FOR ATMOSPHERE.
Disclaimer4: I abused the reverb effect to compensate for my mic’s bad quality.
Publishing before I chicken out!
[BGmusic: the occasional torotot]
Quote for the day:
“An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.”
- Bill Vaughan
First of all, my blog is back up! So to the two people who noticed that it was down (Hi Ali! Hi Dianne!), IT’S ALIVE!!! AGAIN!!!!
Today will be the first – and hopefully last – time I’m going to be spending New Year’s Eve alone. My dad and my brother are back in Davao with the rest of my extended family, my mom is on her way to the States to attend my cousin’s wedding, and my sister is with her husband’s family in Antipolo. Now I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me – I actually wanted to spend tonight alone. I could have booked my flight back to Manila a little later than I did, or I could have opted to join my brother-in-law’s family’s revelry. It’s just that those alternatives were too depressing: sending off this crappy year with a party that was bound to come with variants of the buzz question “How was 2013 good to you?” Ech.
I started 2013 with the highest of hopes. I had even made a list in my planner of things I really really REALLY wanted to happen in the year (I would put a picture here but it’s so happy and depressingly oblivious to what was coming that it’ll just make you and me cry), and thought that my optimism was more than enough to make things come into being.