Sunday, August 31, 2008
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
Stolen from Les :)
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IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...
PURE SHUFFLE.
Opening Credits: Princesa – Itchyworms (Hmm.. I never imagined there can be a ‘princess’ in me.)
Waking Up: Letter to Angelina Jolie – Giniling Festival (Oww.. Interesting. Waking up to a lot of possibilities – tulad ng pagiging munggo ang ulo at balat ay maong.)
First Day At School: Fruitcake – Eraserheads (Oh yeah, get subtly drunk on the first day of school.)
Falling In Love: Everywhere (Unplugged) – Michelle Branch ( Argh. Ok, damn he’s everywhere.)
Fight Song: Hello Baby – Cynthia Alexander ( Come on, baby, let’s fight. Haha.)
Breaking Up: Imaginative World - 13 Needles ( In this world we are over. But maybe – we can be together in that OTHERworld. J )
Prom:
Life: Planetarium – Unknown Japanese artist (Haha, can anyone translate this song to me? Coolness. Life indeed is Japanese to me.)
Mental Breakdown: Ganjazz – Eraserheads (Crazy song. Crazy lyrics – if you ever call that lyrics.)
Driving: For Tonight – Silent Sanctuary ( This is dangerous. I might fall asleep while driving.)
Flashback: The Closer I Get To You – MYMP (Haha, who is “you”?)
Getting back together: Doo Bidoo – Kamikazee (Just when I thought I am over the drugs – we just have to be back together, haha =p)
Wedding: Freefall – Imago (I love this song. There’s a sort of urgency in the beat. Complements my recent thoughts of actually wanting to get married. – soon. Haha, I’m scared of those thoughts.)
Birth of Child:
Final
Death Scene: Koo Koo Koo - Moonpools and Caterpillars (Tsk. Bad news: I am to die not a rock star. Good news: I am to die not a fool.)
Funeral Song: Futuristic - Eraserheads (Wah.. Sakto! “Baby, I wanna go. Say hello to the other side”.)
End Credits: Falling- Keahiwai (Awww.. It still ends with love. Haha, cheese, but it’s good cheese.)
Posted by tengcorrea at 8/31/2008 12:34:00 AM
Games
So this is the scenario –
You are a little kid, and every time you come home from school, your mother gives you this present – a bag of candies – of different flavors. She would happily give you a piece or two and give you a warm and tight hug afterwards. She would not leave the room until she sees you smile and hug you back.
But hell, you really did not feel like smiling after eating those candies. They don’t taste good – not one flavor. Eating these candies make you cry. But you eat them anyway and pretend to be happy doing so because you love your mother. And you love the thought of your mother giving the candies to you.
And you love your mother so much that you don’t tell her the truth of you not liking the candies. Or you sugarcoat it. For there are times when you just cannot eat any more of it – you tell her you do not like the candies - some of the candies.
Day after day, you suffer. Until one day, you felt you have this big decision to make.
Do you tell her that you do not like what she has been giving you? (And bear the pain of --
…. knowing and feeling that you have hurt the feelings of someone you love
… dealing with the consequence that she would stop giving you candies – an act you got so used to and genuinely loved.
Or do you shut up and continue lying to your self and to your mother? And hope that maybe one day –
… your taste buds would be ‘numb’ to the painful taste
… you could taste at least one flavor that you would like
… OR your mother would see through you and without you even having to tell her, would decide to give you something that would make you really happy.
Maybe I am that little kid. Tomorrow night, I will be going home and I am expecting a bag of bad-tasting candies. And I know it is going to be worse.
Because I know she would not be there to give it to me. I would see it laid on my bed. My ‘mother’ has to pretend that it did not come from her. She has to pretend that she did not see me coming home – and that she is damn busy teaching my little sister how to read. Oh yes, my little sister who never gets the bad candies – only the best hugs. (Lucky bitch.)
Should I even come home? Most likely, I still would. I just could not figure out whether because I could not bear the greater pain of loss, or that I could simply not stop myself from hoping.
The Best Game in the World is Play Dead
You drop. (I’m so helpless.)
You close your eyes (I can’t see the enemy – and my friend being with the enemy.)
You breathe silently. (I’m here but it’s just me. Don’t mind. I’m dead.)
You pretend to be numb when poked. (I’m not fucking hurt. It’s fucking ok.)
Until game is over.
Until there is no more “play”
Just what –
You got that right.
Spot the similarities.
Look at this picture and spot the 'almost twins'.
Posted by tengcorrea at 8/24/2008 05:00:00 PM
12 Days of Freedom!
Woa. Happy 12th to Freedom Bar.! :) Imagine a bar that's been around for 12 yrs. (I've been going there for a year or so, :))
Well, they have this series of exciting gig events running for 12 days starting this Monday - following the usual corresponding 'genre' per day (Jazz on Mondays + Metal on Tuesdays + Girl Power Night on Weds + Glam Rock? on Thurs + Indie Night/Album Launches on Fridays) - the regulars of course plus some visitors.
I was there last night. Well, I was just having my first bottle and I felt the buzz immediately. Woo. I guess Resurrected's sound is just that heavy for me (haha =p not to mention that I get somehow disturbed since the vocalist/guitarist looks like the "grown-up" version of my cousin).
But what was extra interesting was the vocalist of this 'new' band called Requiem (?). Oh well, he is soooo gay - as in out gay. The way he was saying "thank you sa Freedom Bar", "Hello sa mga taga-dyan sa Cainta" is just oh so funny and well.. gay. And take note - he claims to be a regular of the Wednesday group (which I am not sure if true). BUT when he growls - he growls like a man. Oh man. =p
It was a happy freedom night. I wish I could go to the other nights as well (hmm.. although my body seems to be complaining already. Tsk. I am getting old.)
Posted by tengcorrea at 8/20/2008 01:23:00 AM
An early gig announcement
For the love of people who are making and listening to great music on the night of the 27th of September.
"PAKASKASAN LIVE SA FREEDOM"
Freedom Bar, Anonas
Beredeman Production
Pentavia
Libris Arcana
AFP
INB
Blue Island
Ohm Sapien
Lpstk
Mitochondria
Sandlady
Kwak Kwak
Tanukaobra
Inri
Bubblegoo
Banda ni Gino
Banda ni Edrik
Banda ni Lowell
Posted by tengcorrea at 8/14/2008 04:44:00 PM
Happy days. Not so happy days.
"There are days when I do not feel like waking up for I am sure it is gonna be another uneventful day. But there are days like today - when I feel brave enough to simply live. I woke up today and was greeted by the very reason."
Oh well, today is one of those usual days. But last night was just extra difficult. My "freedom night" was not much a relief, unfortunately. I lost too much water last night, haha, (and the booze intake could not compensate for that).
I was such a loser. I am a loser. (Wah. This is therapy. It feels so good to write these down.) And maybe now is not the right time to lose more. Either I've had enough or there's simply nothing (more) to lose.
So I decided to just go back. Think about those days when I was happy. Just like that day when I actually thought (surprise surprise) of what I've written above. Yes I've had happy days right? I was just scared to write about them because I have this theory that words are thieves. (wow, what an accusation right? But it has happened to me a lot of times. I write about something good then a few hours later - "boom. False. A lie.")
Go back to "happy day thoughts" during unhappy days. That's an order, Teng.
Posted by tengcorrea at 8/12/2008 09:01:00 PM
"Kumusta ka"
I realized recently that “kumusta ka?” is the question I find most difficult to answer. Oh well, next to the question “who am I?”, actually. But what is harder is that I, (or shall I say we?) get to hear this question often. And I was thinking, even if asked at the exact same moment, this question sort of demands from us different answers – most of the time dependent on who asks it.
If the question comes from some people who I suppose are making their “pagpaparamdam” after some time of ignoring me, do I answer it with “hey, you remembered me” –(either with tone of gratitude or with sarcasm). If it comes from my friends from the office, should my answer be work-related? If it comes from a ‘stranger’, should I even take the question seriously?
Quite complex, yes. Ironically, I find myself giving out the answer I do not like much hearing from other people – “ok lang”.
Let me clarify. There is nothing wrong with saying “ok lang”. It is just that –
One, hearing it from other people puts me in a difficult situation. That is, it makes me try to come up with follow-up questions that could somehow really tell me how the other person is.
Two, saying it myself gives me this feeling that I am lying. I do not know. Maybe I just keep on having these thoughts really that I am so “lutang” these days that I cannot even know and feel how I really am.
Wah. Am I just making things seem complicated? Forgive me for I have been having all these thought bubbles recently. I just have to write some of them down. J
Maybe it is best to just be thankful for the gesture of asking "kumusta?". Never mind the intention. Never mind the expected answer. Never mind the ‘accuracy’ of your answer to how you really are.
