Memories of Tomorrow

Tearjerker all the way! Eiga Sai is LOVE and so is Ken Watanabe. <3

Ninth

Sometimes, no matter how cheesy, irritating, unwanted or unnecessary, we want to hear it. We want to be reminded why we are loved or if we are loved at all. I think it's one of the common misconceptions these days: we don't say what we feel, when in fact it's something that some people badly want to hear, because we're too busy/embarrassed about it.

Surely 5 years ago I was not the same person I am today. Nor 10, 4, 3, 2 years ago. Who is anyway? I was a kid (yes I'm still premature that way) who will never admit to anybody how special they are to me, in my life. Even my grandmothers are two of the most unfortunate people not to even hear from their granddaughter how much she love them. My bestfriend, my closest friends.. I loved them in a uniquely sort of manner, keeping it all inside. Love, appreciation, gratefulness, admiration, all bottled up inside. But I can say this, times really are a-changin' and it too, has a wonderful way of softening one's heart. I dunno if it's old age. Definitely not at my age. Maybe it's wisdom finally creeping in after all those years wishing of having it. Or maybe it's love being reciprocated in many ways you have never imagined.

Whatever it is, I'd still like to have it 20, 30, 40, 50 years from now.

Saturday Excitement

Can't wait to claim the book I won on Miss Zafra's Libro Libre week 4. In fairness, this is the last batch and I'm glad I still made it. So excited! Thanks again Miss Z.


And if the Cheese is up to it, we might catch this too at the Powerplant after. Two birds with one stone. Yay!

Hohum Day

I Want.


I Like.



I Love.

Wednesday LOVE

Ever since they released their first single "Telepono" followed up by "Mariposa", I knew that I was hooked to this trio. I loved Ebe, Jal and Mitch like they were my very close friends that I get to chat everyday, I love them like they were some secret allies who knew my innermost dramas in life.

Problema, di nga lang sila sumasagot. Pero okay na yun kasi may mga musikero palang nagbibigay buhay sa mga nararamdaman natin, nakapagsusulat ng mga karanasan natin. At posible pala yun.

Naalala ko nagpabili ko ng Dramachine sa UP Bahay Ng Alumni nun kaso di ko na alam kung ano nangyari sa pinabili kong CD na yun. Di na nakarating sa mga kamay ko. Buti na lang may kaibigan ako na nagbigay sakin ng Sa Wakas album. Sa wakas talaga!


Hanggang sa umalis si Mitch at dumating si Kaka. Walang nagbago. Ganun pa rin pagmamahal ko sa kanila. Sila na nga lang ang bandang inaabangan ko tuwing UP Fair eh. At hindi naman ako nabibigo dahil sa tuwing naririnig ko silang mag-perform, solb. Iba e. Yung mga kanta nila tagos at para talaga sa mga ordinaryong tao kumbaga, hindi mahirap intindihin. Kapag nagsasalita pa sila sa mga gig nila, parang kausap mo nga lang barkada mo talaga, kaya naman mahal na mahal sila ng mga fans nila. Sana wag kayong magsawa magsulat at gumawa ng musika para sa mga Filipino, sana.

At ngayon pang nalaman ko na magkakaroon ng concert ang Sugarfree sa Agosto, aba, wala nang tanung-tanong. Manunuod ako. Pramis. Wala nang ibang OPM band (maliban siguro sa Wolfgang) ang mamahalin ko siguro tulad ng pagmamahal ko sa kanila.

Natatandaan mo ba kagabi
Apat na oras tayong nagbabad sa telepono
Inabutan na tayo ng umaga no'n
Ngunit bakit ngayon, malamig ka bigla
Magdamag na sa tabi mo, wala man lang "hello"

Hello, hello, hello
Naririnig mo pa ba ako?
Kung wala na tayo sa telepono
'Pag nandito na tayo sa tunay na mundo
Hello, 'di na kita naiintindihan
Malabo na ba ang linya sa ating dalawa
Hello, gising ka pa kaya?
Hello, nahihilo na ako sa 'yo

Tuwing gabi 'pag nagriring ang telepono
Ikaw ang naiisip ko
Tumawag ka, tumawag ka
O, please tumawag ka naman
Dahil kailangan lang marinig ang boses mo

O, ngayong gabi, managinip
Managinip ulit tayo sa sarili nating mundo