new year, new you..

Looking at the mirror now, makes me see how much I've changed over the past year. I see myself anew, a shadow of what once was. I see triumphs and accomplishments. But I also see regrets and mistakes.. Decisions, If hadn't made, I wouldn't be the person I am now.

09 was an eventful year. Filled with unexpected twists & ironies. But most especially for our age group, debuts.. They have been a tradition in the Philippines, whenever a girl turns 18, a big party is thrown (technically) for the parents to introduce their daughter into the social society. But for the youth today, a good reason to suit up, shop, and party.

This year has also been tough, trials & challenges I faced, took their toll but I made it through. Making me a stronger person, able to face the stale reality of life. I learned a great deal, not just about myself,but also with the people around me and in so, having a more existential grasp over life.

09 was not without tragedies. The typhoons that ravaged the Philippine populace.. Homes were destroyed & lives taken. So much loss, pain was asunder. But like a phoenix rise upon the ashes, the Philippines united with clasped hands and helped in the relief effort for our countrymen. Then there was the death of the beloved president Cory Aquino. An inspiring leader, who in her time fought for democracy. The country once again united in mourning and feel for the Aquino family's lost and missed yearning for.. a mother's love.

The year was all about trials & challenges, what matters is not the outcome but how we handle 'em, ourselves & the climb. Everything happens for a reason, I believe that.. For what really important is that we emerge neither win nor lose, but that the lessons we learn afterward, and the experience, help us be a much better person.

2010 holds so much promise. But no matter how much we put ourselves into writing new year resolutions, it would all mean nothing if we wouldn't act ourselves upon 'em. A new year, a new start, a new you..

reD gaTe..

Since I've been a kid, I'm not only forced to take music lessons by my music teach at school but also my mom. But to my great regret now, I ditched all of them. Piano, Drums, and voice..

So you know that I'm musically inclined. Or at least by blood now, runs in the family. A brother and his wife are both music professors at the UP college of music, and my mother's really a good singer.

So now, I only linger with the thought that "I could've been" this really cool and awesome musician by now. Garsh. Well, we couldn't change the past now but only make a better future.

I've always been told that I have a good voice. period. Only potential. But With raw & untrained talent alone, is insufficient. So professional musician, crossed out.

Lately I've been into the recording business. A new dream spured. Red gate records. A dream of starting my own record label. I may not be a good musician now, but I still do love music. I can start a new path in helping others develop their talent and produce their music into the world for people to listen, enjoy, and help make a difference in their lives.

So why red gate you may ask, because ours is one. Quite meaningful for me, back then when I was this scrawny and rebellious kid from puberty's past. I've always been kept behind that gate for years and I only had my music to keep me company. Now I am grown up and able ,both physically and by right to either go in and out of that red gate.

Maybe I can takeover my brother's music studio someday, or better yet.. Start from scratch and build a better one. In our lives, there are risks we just gotta take. For in a world so full of potential and uncertainty, we all just gotta step up and take a chance.

Fireflies..

As he was about to emerge from his peaceful slumber, he can hear "fireflies" by owl city playing over the radio. He started to yawn and rubb his eyes. It was barely 6o'clock am and it was still dark out. He started to sit up, then his eyes widened..

He saw a single speck glowing in mid air. whoa, he thought. "One, two three.." Three glowing dots. "wait, no." They were now hovering around his room. "Fireflies." He said in admiration.

He sat there mystified as the chorus of the song played. I like to make myself believe, that planet earth turns slowly.. He continued to watch the fireflies dance around his room. He felt quite transcendent. That morning was most magical.

~ Tried to write like the way I used to do back in the multiply-blogging days. haha. Only to make me realize how mind whacking and slothful it can get.

Wish List..

16 days to go.. So you better go find the time in the world to get me a gift. haha. I usually don't do this, making lists and all. Cause I don't want to assume, just ends up as a disappointment. But this year I've got a feeling, so why not.. there's no harm in trying right.

By the way, I was scrambling on some ol' files.. found this one bad (quality) pic of us from last year's pyro olympics.

To give you an idea, here's a list of what to give me for the occasion. Consisting of what I need and what I want. cherio..


1. my beloved w850i gets fixed and functional once more..

2. any sony ericsson phone.

3. tickets to Cats the musical.. what? I'm into musicals..

4. VIP passes for the paramore-live-in-manila show.. hell yeah!

5. All the soundtrack albums of One tree Hill!

6. new headphones ^_^

7. the bro code.. the book not a pdf file.. it would be awesome to have one.. >_<

8. a really loud alarm clock. duh

9. a comically large cereal box of fruit loops. :p

10. gallons of red paint. gotta push through with my bedroom-repainting plans sometime..


You know what to get me. Now drop by at your favorite outlet mall, and grab me something.. :)

reverTigo..

Oh it's actually a pretty common thing. When you're around someone from your past, you kind of REVERT back to who you were when you knew them..


Back in the day, I was the kind of guy who would sit at the back of the class and listen to my music and just sketch all day long. You can say anti-social, but pretty much just that rebellious emo and tortured artist. Kinda radical, goes about his own way.

Then maturity kicks in. I grew out of that shell, and started to be more out going, do crazy out of the norm kinda stuff and became a party person. Ironies of my life.

And so every time I'm with my childhood pals and high school batchmates, sometimes I just can't help but be who I was then. It's like an involuntary reflex, it just happens.

We're not the same person as we are in high school and sometimes, it turns out for the best.

possibility..

Ever since I've been home bound & phoneless, things have been a little slow in my life.. No more morning rush, evening drinks, nor nightly getaways that much.. Relying on online networks to get in touch. Only hurting to realize, how much I've been missing out.

Sunday..





Monday..





Tuesday..





Wednesday..





Thursday..

I just wanna emphasize how slow and boring, time can get for me these days.. December again, hopefully things will start to lighten up.