I feel my hands on the keyboard.
This is Limbo. The loss of anything to do or say, and yet traffic in my brain is unceasing. Too much speculation and yet nothing.
I feel my hands on the keyboard. I wait for the words. I want them out now, a reprieve that will lead me to slumber. I feel, I wait. Nothing. Nothing out of my busy, busy mind. And yet, the feeling that there is much to be said lingers on.
I lie awake. Thinking, thinking. I have it.
I sit up to write. I feel my hands on the keyboard. Nothing. Nothing still.
I wish I understood how you hear your music or what comfort these songs bring you on days you wish not to speak, when silence and these tracks become your best friend.
But no, I hear words and you hear the melodies.
I wish I understood the significance of the Cold War and the long, long history of the Philippines, but prose I've always chosen to read are those riddled with dreams and fantasy. Never these fact riddled stories, they were meaningless to me.
I wish these guitar riffs and songs and bands like AC/DC are things I understand, but you know how hard it was to force me to shut up and listen to Pink Floyd just so I can actually hear it.
It's the little things you love that I never understand.
I wish I see all these things with your eyes, I wish I could share these things with you.
But you also don't share my love for National bookstore, or quirky little coffee shops.
And long dramatic declarations charged with over the top emotion never was the type in your reading list.
Indie/Romantic flicks would be the last thing you'd chuck in your player.
We are different, very different.
But I love you, even if you're not the type to read PostSecret with me on certain Sunday mornings.
Standing here, a place whose every stone and corner I've memorized, I breathe a sigh of disbelief. Time's powerful current have destroyed that which I so dearly held in memory. It is not my place anymore. None of this is mine anymore. It has been passed on to those generations next in line by the invisible hand that turns the cogs and gears of time. It has slipped through my fingers and landed into someone else's hands.
I have lost to the menacing tide of reality and change.
I got the leather boots I've always dreamed about for dirt cheap today.
I got these babies for Php 799 at Robinsons Galleria. They're Charles and Keith. Oh happy day!
After attending the MTV Exit Media Conference (more on that later), we set off to find a place to eat lunch. Soooo.. after a good meal at Pho Bac, Brian and I decided to walk around. We gots new shades, too.
Wearing the newest member of my feather earring collection. Made it the other day.
If you've ever heard his "Tikboy" impression, this will make you laugh.