A GIDDY THING

I could lift you up I could show you what you want to see And...

Mon, 20 May 2013 10:32:41 -0400

I could lift you up
I could show you what you want to see
And take you where you want to be

You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we’ll be safe and sound

I could fill your cup
You know my river won’t evaporate
This world we still appreciate

You could be my luck
Even in a hurricane of frowns
I know that we’ll be safe and sound

I could show you love
In a tidal wave of mystery
You’ll still be standing next to me

You could be my luck
Even if we’re six feet underground
I know that we’ll be safe and sound

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We are extraordinary people. We are extraordinary people. We are...

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 15:21:54 -0400

We are extraordinary people.
We are extraordinary people.
We are extraordinary people.
We are extraordinary people.

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Sun, 03 Mar 2013 22:10:45 -0500

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Fri, 08 Feb 2013 12:28:22 -0500

Hello future, goodbye past; now each breath can be my last. Will...

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 03:28:17 -0500

Hello future, goodbye past; now each breath can be my last. Will I see another dawn? Will I be reborn? Let the sun rise, let the birds sing, let there be light, let there be morning.

"People wait for opportunity to come along, yet it is there every morning."

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 22:02:58 -0500

“People wait for opportunity to come along, yet it is there every morning.”

- Dennis the Menace

If you want to get to where you let the feeling roll, get down...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 09:52:00 -0500

If you want to get to where you let the feeling roll, get down to your rockin’ soul. Rock down on the inside. Because we gotta have a chance to do our dance, and we’ll never go wrong when we’re singin’ our song.

Quicks, Sixteenth

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 09:43:00 -0500

I once had a phase — in the early part of my college years — when my taste in music manifested in my fashion choices. At the time, I had my head shaved, put a slit on my right eyebrow, and had my left ear pierced. I wore skinny jeans and pointed shoes. Had on tight-fit shirts. In my iPod were the complete discographies of My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy. — I feel I’m regressing.

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Lately it’s been my mission — during my drive to anywhere, to tune in to a radio station whose primary genre I don’t enjoy. More often than not, I would get home trying to remember the lyrics of an unfamiliar song I’d heard. I’d search it online, and later find myself binging on “new” music. Delightful. I’ve since expanded my preferences. Who knew there’s a world of music outside a certain Stefani Germanotta’s?

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The word “petty,” I’ve noticed, has figured frequently in my vocabulary. I’ve been using it to describe my concerns, dilemmas and so-called everyday “problems,” and others’, too. I guess when it’s part of your job to know of disasters, deaths and national struggles — and when you’ve weathered shaking moments of your own — an unanswered text message, or a cold-war tiff with a friend suddenly seems so…petty.

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I miss sitting in a corner, a cup of coffee in hand, while observing other people interact. (Creepy, I know.) Once, while waiting for my brother to pick me up at McDonald’s just outside our village, I noticed what I’d presumed to be a couple. The guy was fiddling with his fingers; the girl appeared to be busy using her iPad. Two more people joined their table. *click* The “couple,” which weren’t after all, started interacting like long-time friends. “Barkada-close” is how I’d describe them — awkward when together just them, but apparently fun when in a group. (I can relate.)

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We’re dispersing. My sister will be based in Cebu for work starting February, while my eldest brother continues to live apart to stay closer to work in Pasay. And I hate it.

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Tue, 22 Jan 2013 13:08:24 -0500

"Doubt is useful, it keeps faith a living thing. After all, you cannot know the strength of your..."

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 12:19:00 -0500

“Doubt is useful, it keeps faith a living thing. After all, you cannot know the strength of your faith until it is tested.”

- Pi Patel, Life of Pi

After the war we said we’d fight together. I guess we...

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 10:17:00 -0500

After the war we said we’d fight together. I guess we thought that’s just what humans do. Letting darkness grow, as if we need its palette and we need its color. But now I’ve seen it through, and now I know the truth — that anything could happen.

Now I know that I’m not all that you got. I guess that...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 12:14:15 -0500

Now I know that I’m not all that you got. I guess that I—I just thought—maybe we could find new ways to fall apart. But our friends are back, so let’s raise the cup. ‘Cause I found someone to carry me home.

"It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer."

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 12:12:00 -0500

“It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer.”

- Albert Einstein

Quicks, Fifteenth

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 01:32:00 -0500

I like the smell of rain. It gets you in a mood — to put life on pause, to ponder, reflect, and maybe re-assess plans of action. Just now, open windows permitted the smell of rain into my room, prompting me to get back to this. It’s where I think out loud, and allow (sub)consciousness to just stream.

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It only takes two hours of genuine conversation to have a good grasp of who a person is. You may not learn of his dreams, his nightmares within those 120 minutes — but that span of time, I think, is enough to debunk any misconception you had about that person. More than a few times, I’ve had the pleasure of seeing in good light people I’d previously disliked, after a good sit-down conversation.

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It’s refreshing to have OPM in my iPod playlist. Mostly, what I have are the kind you’d hear accompanying a dramatic confession-of-love scene in a local TV series. And I love them. Some days, you’re just in that mood. Being in touch with feelings is refreshing. Too much cerebral activity in a week does that. (Ok, now where’s my Adele compilation…)

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I wish I were more organized with the things I own physically, and with the things inside my head (no, not all of them qualify as thoughts). If I had the capacity — as certain “superhumans” do, as seen on History Channel — I’d make a catalog of strands of my consciousness. I’d make them conveniently accessible, so I can pick singular “thoughts” by category. For example, in the rare mood I feel like finishing my short story, I’d be able to easily pick out my “Ideas” sheet and see it clearly. No need to swim and wade through nuisance subconscious.

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This morning, Manang shared she recently heard from her eldest daughter. They haven’t spoken for over a decade. She’s based in Jeddah for work. — Last night, Manang told me, Cris (her daughter’s name) commented on her profile picture on Facebook, saying her mom looks beautiful as ever. Ten years, and it’s the closest to a conversation they’ve had. Telling me about it, Manang, I could tell, was overjoyed, trying to hold back tears.

(Image from Wisegeek.org)

It’s time to begin, isn’t it? I get a little bit...

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 12:52:00 -0500

It’s time to begin, isn’t it? I get a little bit bigger, but then I’ll admit I’m just the same as I was. Now don’t you understand — I’m never changing who I am.

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