I finally saw him perform live (and intimately, albeit in front of a very huge crowd).
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Jason Mraz
Monday, October 31, 2011
What if...
... I needed to do what I did because want to. Does that make me a bad person? =P
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
of old town glories
I was watching a movie when a familiar sound, no lyrics, suddenly played as background. As the movie plays, I keep a mental note and the lyrics, unknowingly memorized by heart, kept playing on my head. Suddenly, it dawns on me. I'm in this old town. For an hour (or more, perhaps) I was back again in that old town. The movie title couldn't have been more perfect: Love and Other Impossible Pursuits. As with the song.
I’ve been walking in the same way as I did
Missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
“Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?”
“No and thank you, please Madam. I ain’t lost, just wandering”
Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I’ve met
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world
I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque
I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades
I like it in the city when two worlds collide
You get the people and the government
Everybody taking different sides
Shows that we ain’t gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Shows that we ain’t gonna take it
Shows that we ain’t gonna stand shit
Shows that we are united
Round my hometown
Memories are fresh
Round my hometown
Ooh the people I’ve met
Ciao!
Are the wonders of my world
Thursday, September 15, 2011
fx chronicles
It's funny how those five notes from a text message alert from an old phone I had bring forth a sudden gush of memories.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
dusk
Monday, September 12, 2011
To my lover
You, whose face I haven’t set my eyes on
Whose eyes bear the strength of the tiger’s
And the seeming innocence of a child's,
Look upon the lines of my face
The crow’s feet that
Stretches into my temples –
Eyes that were once
In hopeful anticipation
Of you.
And the old laugh lines beside
My mouth that has grown
Weary, and tired, and wasted.
You, whose gentle slope of the shoulders
Ironically, radiates permanence,
For a minute, feel my arms
Down to my fingertips
Its strength now uncertain
Now suspicious.
Of nothing
Of everything.
You, whose hair so badly I want to get a whiff of
Even just for a moment –
Just a fraction of eternity
To run my fingers down to your neck
And pull you in
For just a fleeting, maybe
Stolen
Kiss.
Wrap me, too, in your embrace
Until I memorize the feeling of
Your mysterious hand through my knowing hand.
I shall become you
And you shall become me,
And us, one.
You, whom I have not seen,
Whose hands I have memorized,
Whose kiss I have tasted,
Whose eyes, I have only imagined,
Find me.
.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
sad sunday
So I just found out that my friend Patty's two-month old daughter died last Thursday. I still don't know what the cause is. It's just sad, we were talking about her daughter a few weeks ago.
