Do you wanna hear a secret?
I fold down page corners.
Do you wanna hear a secret?
I fold down page corners.
The times that make you close your eyes,
Reveal the cravings of your heart.
I realised this when I did for a minute one morning,
Trying to smell the freshly baked bread our neighbour must have been making (maybe I was just imagining Pandesal!).
Or when waking up around 3 in the morning,
Trying to hear the rustle of leaves.
Shutting our sights unashamedly,
Guarding down our expectations, prejudices and inhibitions
Only wanting to feel
The surprises the comes with it.
So let me be blind for a moment,
Maybe I’ll find myself knowing what this heart really desires.
There are songs that just remained untitled even though they get you captured every time they are being played on the radio, random places or more so, from a soundtrack. You keep them as one of your favorites and yet you never put them on your playlist and kept them always untitled.
Just a few days ago, in the middle of doing the final touches of my essay (for uni), I watched How I Met Your Mother again on Netflix during my break hours. As going through some of my favorite episodes, I remembered Cristin Milioti’s scene where she played this song with her Ukulele. The song was titled, La Vie En Rose. I learned to love this song way before but with Louis Armstrong’s rendition. So I skipped all the episodes until episode 16 of season 9: How Your Mother Met Me—where Ted and Tracy are in separate balconies and Tracy was playing a wonderful version of the song that made me still for a moment. A perfect moment of stillness.
The title of the song, if translated into English, means A Life In Pink. I did some research on it and it’s apparently an old adage that means, “To see the world of its beauty and not bad.” It is best to describe it on how you view the world when you’re truly in love. Reading through those pages, it made me fall in love with this song and even more of its poetic words.
And that made me add it to my everyday playlist.
I was drowning in my chase for the limitless hours of work during my trimester break. Thus, I turn to my reads for a quick escape into parallelism–where both worlds would never meet but will continue to mirror each other. I was running into stellar contemporary literature works at their best but I later on stumbled to disappointing ones. It’s outright a struggle searching myself in the real world and it is an agony when everything went dull to the other world–where unimagined stories breed. That’s until I came back to your short stories.
I found myself interpreting your passive-aggressive voices with your eerie characters. What they wanted to shout, what they wanted to attain in this world and the struggles in which people can relate with. Not everyone understands and appreciates your work. I find solace in your craft. I find limitless creativity in your words. I hear eargasmic music when I read your books. Thank you, for effortlessly igniting my spirit in this strange library–the world. We may be surrounded by ones who don’t know how to carry their hearts but we get the chance to have allies to create anything that will bring out the “good” side everywhere. To have something to battle for all together.
Why does iPod Classic cost as much as the latest generation of iPod Touch? So I’ve been sticking with Spotify thru my phone or laptop. Listening to my favorite bands has been the only way to mum my erratic frustrations and to calm my nerves. Apart from reading books (I don’t even have the luxury/mood to finish them), I listen to famous opm bands (some of them are defunct already) which made me miss home more.
Anyway, perhaps I though this would be like a short post regarding my current playlist on my Spotify account. Ciao!
It often makes me wonder how people read the minds of others in such a manner of being like a professional. Some don’t even need to take up a four-year course of BS Psychology and just talk to people, reading the invisible cloud bubble of the person as if there is an existing wiretapping in their conversation.
How do they do it? Would you want to be an expert when it comes to decoding one’s mind in an accurate manner? Wouldn’t you be afraid of such discovery? Or rather, be it enthusiasm?
How could I possibly still write something here which I neglected for a year already?
And what am I supposed to write? Why did I feel such sudden volt that stimulates me to type and go on with my words?
I don’t want to woo you with my perfect happy state, I won’t do that. Rather, keep myself curious with small things and let you read these nonsensical gibberish thoughts of mine. Either you close the tab or read on.
Say, it has been a year since I wrote a blogpost. I won’t dash you with all the highlights of my hiatus in just one blogpost. Don’t worry, that won’t be enough. Again, this post is no deep shit. So are you still there?
Question: Why is it so hard to give off words to describe yourself?
I was trying to edit my “Bio” on Instagram and thought of countless of ideas on what to put there. Here are my attempts:
2. Gyk. 2?. Nurse. *OMG this is so boring. (Deleted everything in no hesitation)
3. Tried inserting some profound words that somehow relates with my lifestyle.
4. Emojis. (Well, I really did)
The end result? It turned into something like this, “I don’t mind giving you a lame bio, earthlings!” SMH
Maybe because I’ve always wanted to look cool or hipster-ish by the way I show off myself through my bio/About Me section. We always wanted to look different from others, I guess? Oh crap, I gotta go.
And the second hand ran faster than I thought it did. Belated Happy Birthday!
Try to stay awake and remember my name.
Won’t stop till it’s over
Won’t stop to surrender.
– Sweet Disposition, Temper Trap