This song.

I quit.

I decided to quit smoking. Because it's bad for my singing voice and might ruin my singing career. Chos.

The realization came when I went onstage to sing in a bar along Timog Ave. 'Di naman sumabit, pero mahirap nang abutin ang high notes. Kaya ititigil ko na.

Baka malaos ako agad, na hindi mangyayari kasi hindi pa naman ako sikat. XD

Somewon Loyk You

Alam kong gasgas na ang kantang ito dahil sa kasikatan. Pero ngayon ko pa lang siya talagang nagustuhan. Hooked ako. Gusto ko rin ang version na ito. Wala lang.

Maglalakad ulit pauwi.

Hindi perpektong araw sa hindi perpektong buhay ng isang hindi perpektong tao.

Wanderer

If I were in between life's glorious heaven and chaotic hell, I'd be idly sitting in a corner at Green Coffee Timog corner Tomas Morato with my feet on top of a chair. Sipping my signature hot or cold chocolate. Eating my spicy red tuna pasta. Listening to music. Wondering and wandering.

Midnights have passed, I've been occupying the same spot--just one of the white tables-and-chairs in the smoking area. The coffee shop crew Diane knows my name so well by now and how I'd prefer my drinks sans whip.

These are the times I'd talk to myself, because there's just no one else around other than three empty chairs--One, I'd use as footrest. The other, I'd use to put my sling bag on. The third's always empty, probably reserved for whatever realities I am coming face to face with at the moment.

Realities are my coffee guests.

I'd take a peek on the passersby--usually party-goers coming in cliques to the adjacent establishment. These are moments I'd be reminded that I am alone at my prime. That I am, figuratively, homeless at 26.

But these are not exactly sad moments, for I'd usually be more apathetic than emotional. The years have taught me to be strong. At times I'd just feel like a breathing piece of clothed meat without philosophy, without purpose...
...but with only a piece of music playing in my head.

HAHAHAHA

Yosi break

Nararamdaman kong malapit na akong itakwil ng mga dati kong kaibigan dahil sa mga choices ko sa buhay lately. Sila na ang malinis. Sila na ang mabuti. Sila na ang mabait. Hindi ko pinangarap na maging perpekto.

Gagged, Kim Kimero, Tonto, at mga co-copers, walang iwanan ha...

Drama lang.

Looking forward to the new Idol season

Time flies. It's the start of another American Idol season this week. I wonder what it's gonna be like without Simon Cowell.

The schedule of the show on ETC, the only clear channel on our Jurassic TV set, falls on my work duty. Great. So I hope I'd be able to rely on replays and online grabs.

Also, I couldn't help but remember my favorite winning moment in Idol history.

You hit me like a subway train...

Para kay Tonto, sa aking sarili, at sa panahon.

Relief

Nakasalubog ko si Tado sa kalye kahapon. At talagang for a split second, nalito ako kung sino ba sa amin ang artista. Charot.

Dumaan ako sa Vietnamese noodle house na Pho Hoa. Nakalimutan ko na ang pangalan ng inorder ko, pero ang sarrrrrap nito. Sabayan pa ng isang higanteng baso ng freshly squeezed lemon juice. Gastos man, pero ang paminsan-minsang pag-date sa sarili ay priceless, lalo na sa gitna ng stressful na trabaho.

Pagsapit ng gabi, nakausap ko sa telepono ang co-coper nating si Tonto. Sa unang tawag, weird, dahil iba naman ang nakausap ko at iba rin ang nakausap niya. Parang party line lang sa sinaunang itim na telepono. Salamat sa makabuluhan nating pag-uusap, Tonto. At sa tunay na pagkakaibigan.

Cheers!