bizarremusings
'' Writing is easy.All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead''
- Gene Fowler
“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
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the problem with people thinking they are right and that they know everything there is to know...
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watermelon
Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn’t look back
At the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?
All those words came undone and now I’m not the only one
Facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns
All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again
I’ll breathe again
Open up next to you and my secrets become your truth
And the distance between that was sheltering me comes in full view
Hang my head, break my heart built from all I have torn apart
And my burden to bear is a love I can’t carry anymore
All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again
It hurts to be here
I only wanted love from you
It hurts to be here
What am I gonna do?
All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching
All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again
I’ll breathe again
#ThrowbackThursday
circa 2012 with Papa (my favorite lolo), Ate Cha, Aunty
We know exactly how each one of us looks when we’re hungry, tired, sleepy, annoyed, hiding something, wanna poop, sad, or just being a plain housemate bud looking for something to eat. We know in what days and situations are we going to feel elated, anxious, surprised, and irritated. We know the lines and curves of each other’s pet peeves, favorites, crushes, and interests. We annoy and tell each other rude names and end up bribing one another with the taste of sweet candies and promises and the smell of onions, beef and disappointments. We watch movies together, cry and laugh together, and just keep quiet for a certain moment and feel secured. These are a few of the thousand reasons why we feel really at home and comfortable in each other’s company. They are my friends, my nuclear family and I love them =)
WINTER SONG - Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaelson
Crazy beautiful! It gives you the shiver that makes you forget how painful love can become, how frightened you can be when losing somebody you dearly love, how sad it feels to remember every parcel of torment grip you still have, and reminds you how humanely truthful and graceful life is with the person you always miss and love. I love Sarah and Ingrid just like how I love being a couch potato on a Sunday afternoon at home with my family.
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
This is my winter song to you
The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea
My voice, a beacon in the night
My words will be your light
To carry you to me
Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love
They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow
Or so I have been told
They say we’re buried far
Just like a distant star simply cannot hold
Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?
This is my winter song
December never felt so wrong
Cause you’re not where you belong
Inside my arms
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Bum bum, bum bum bum bum
I still believe in summer days
The seasons always change
And life will find a way
I’ll be your harvester of light
And send it out tonight
So we can start again
Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?
This is my winter song
December never felt so wrong
Cause you’re not where you belong
Inside my arms
This is my winter song to you
The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea
My love a beacon in the night
My words will be your light
To carry you to me
Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?
Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?
Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?
Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?Is love alive?
Carousel
Bamboo’s newest single Carousel notched the 7th spot at MYX Daily Top 10 on the first week after its release.
According to him Carousel speaks about finding that spark, about inspiration coming full circle.
Some of the fans also drafted their own interpretations of the song and on how they can relate to it. “It means living life the way we wanted it and not what people or the society assume/expect/dictate it be. Breaking free from our isolated self and not being captive of pretentious whatever. Being comfortable with your own skin, of yourself and contented and happy with whatever that’s left. Finding joy in the things that you love doing.The video is so candid you just wanna stare and smile at it the whole day.”
Bamboo on the other hand expressed his gratefulness to the comments and support from everyone, “That’s what makes music so special. Once you put something out there, it has a life of its own. You guys take it to a different place. I always write from a personal point, so when I see your answers and see how our lives mirror and how connected we all are in this big blue world.. it always amazes me. ‘Our words come alive. In the story of our time. Let’s all quit pretending. Live for the day’.”
Please continue voting for Carousel on MYX and request it on your favorite radio stations.
I can’t think of any good title to use or any cool way to start this post either. My mind’s clouded with sweet cotton candies, melting chocolates, cute muffins, and i think am floating! hahaha! I don’t know how to explain this weird feeling in my chest right now but i know am happy, ecstatic, exuberant?, and thrilled!! I just feel so special that all i can think of right now is how to control myself from smiling non-stop. This guy just made my world turn up side down in just a snap. And maybe he’s already reading these words and have no idea that this post is about him ..or maybe it’s the other way around. I think he already assumed he’ll have a space here in my page. He told me he’s been reading this blog for almost a week now and he’s glad he can get to know me through my posts. Our conversations and bizarre exchange of thoughts stirred my interest and curiosity about his personality, how he deals with random stuff and just about anything. Am too excited to know him more and discover more of life through his unusual point of view. He’s not your usual or typical kind of guy. His candid thoughts, honest grins, pure admiration, and humor separate him from the mainstream dream-boy, tall dark and handsome kind of man. Basta, he’s different.
Anonymous Asks:
supersh33 Said:
I write for a national auto club’s supplement in the Philippine Daily Inquirer, take photos, document events, go to car shows, watch motorsport races etc. I also do freelance work for some publications, groups, take photos and blog. Why?
