So how’s my little-fickle-punk-as-hell blog doing? Oh yeah, my absence for the last six months didn’t make me an honorable master but you don’t have to snap at me like that. I promise to make up for those empty pages and i promise to find some time to change your besotted name, my tumbly. How’s that sound?
I dreamed about MUSIC last night, tumbly. I could hear it at the back of my head for my morning stroll. I saw the words flipping into their places just like how books were arranged in their Dewey Decimal classification. Euphony flying in the air, floating at it’s best.
I dreamed about writing them, and I dreamed that it was really my foggy head that has spawned this splendid song.
wishing you well*
Truer words may never be spoken, but there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be right now but in your loving arms.
Ryan Adams - How Do You Keep Love Alive
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Happy weekend to M.E.
What came up to me?
Nothing. Fb has been eating so much of my time lately so I just decided to get rid of it.
What do you mean there’s more to that?
Fine, of course there’s more to that lousy excuse but that is something I’d rather keep to myself, you nosy little bastard.
Yeah I might be full of shit and so are you.
Woke up early to do a morning jog with the whole gang. Needed to do some running to clear up my foggy head. Too many things have happened this week that I can’t help but be amazed on how much I missed hanging out with some people I heartily adore.
The first half of November has flown too fast and this is the only time I’ve noticed how breathtaking the city is at the crack of dawn.
It almost hurt my cynical eyes.
I galloped alone for the most part, letting music fill up my almost empty soul while trying to chase clarity. And after seven rounds of liberating spins i was hit by a sudden pang of grief and affliction.
Oh hell no, not really.
I just realized that I need to buy a running shoes and a comfortable pair of jogging shorts for me to keep up with those boastful sprinters. See, I’m not really that emotionally disturbed after all.
In the other news, I caught Hilary Swank being interviewed on HBO while i was so engrossed sipping my coffee. I was beside myself after hearing that she will be starring on a new movie called “Amelia” which is apparently a biopic of someone who I completely worship,
Amelia Earhart.
Now, I’ve always have this silly thought of M doing the role but I guess,
it is what it is,
a silly thought.
Hilary, in my opinion is perfect for the role. I’ve always liked Ms. Swank, but she won me over when she blushed after being asked about AE being a bisexual, which I think was a mere speculation.
Is she?
Well, for as long as I could remember I didn’t come across anything that insinuated her bisexuality when I read her biography in one of our reading comprehension exams in the 5th grade.
But then again, that was way back in 5th grade so I probably missed it.
Good grief.
Maybe people just don’t know to how to draw a fine line between feminism and lesbianism. Ughh, this is starting to intrigue me. Gotta do an extensive research. Although, i doubt if it will make me change my mind about her.
Later aviators (wha?).
“Plus Dreams”
okay so it goes like this—
word clutter, endless—
thankless pitiful days
are planted and ready
and we are a new winter
already
but blip clang zap go
machines at night and
most of the time i am not
as much sad
as i am just, well…ready
and nothing goes as fast as
this
whatever this is
this
which comes with blurheart
and repeat fizzle-stutters
this
which holds me to the pen
and
words guide the fastening
of a bushel of new days
plus dreams
- from “Hello Sunshine”
Huuuurrrray, i’m now a registered voter for the upcoming presidential election!!!! It’s just disheartening to know that I had to go over the whole agitation of falling in line for hours just to practice my own right of voting. I guess that’s the exact point why I choose to vote. I yearn to modify the status quo and it’s never too late to do that. Yep perhaps, my confidence with the current administration has totally been flushed down in the drain but NOT my belief in my countrymen.
Mother of God, I get to f**king vote! How cool is that? Although it’s something I should have done three years ago.
pht by: A
Happy Halloween mates!
going nuts over this record. the first track “In the Sun” is an absolute standout. It leads you on a beautiful journey inside and keeps you there. One of the best albums from one of the best singer-songwriters around. And i’m surely going to where Joseph Arthur is from (*pun not intended).
Back to blogging and that could only mean one thing: i’m in the bleakest part of the “pit” again. I bought a one-way ticket to the wilderness of dissapointment and there’s no way i could ever get back. I’ve been struggling to get away from being caught in a web woven from depair and dashed hopes and whooops…I fell flat on my face. I guess that’s what I get from creeping up on someone who is barely aware of my existence. Stalking is a serious misdemeanor and I think I’m just getting what I bargained for. Thanks.
Leason learned:
What you dont know can’t hurt you.
more shit to come…i promise.