marc’s so-called blog

What’s been eating my time, er what’s left of my time, lately is reading blogs. Other people’s blog, mostly by folks i dont really know, and my own blog. yup, i read my own writing and get fascinated on what i think and say the time i wrote it. Other blogs crack me up. There are some that enlighten. Others still keep my gears thinking. There is a universe of blogs that it is just physically impossible to check out all. So it’s just destiny when you stumble on one. Then one thing leads to another, you learn something, meet new friends and that’s the very idea of friendster, i think. Hats off to friendster and other similar sites.

As i usually say, i need to blog to detoxify my thinktank. Some kind of outlet. Detoxify. Detox. Toxic. Poison. Death. Have you ever had a deadly mistake in your life? I’ve got one thing that floats right on. Just one for now since i’m still alive- how am i suppose to know all. Well that mistake my friends, is the one thing in my life i regret doing. That after all the education i had, i did, that dreadful day, without thinking in detail. It’s the only secret i’m keeping to myself. Well atleast you know it’s not entering New D. Anyway, there’s nothing to be afraid about this company. Basta, i just wanted to write this up, although it’s difficult altogether to talk about something you cant mention. Nonsense na ba? But seriously, whoever is reading this, kindly add me in your prayers list since i’m not kidding around. I’m really sorry for myself i did such a stupid act. God is keeping me around i guess to make up for things i did. But still, im in question mark of what will become of me.

Life is indeed a simple mystery. That after all the complexities it puts right in our faces, there will only be one God in both ends. That is what’s important. That no matter how high we dive, He will always have the ocean to meet us. I guess, in time of troubles when we do really recognize Him. For that i’m guilty and am sorry. In fact, there are so much to be thankful of. To start off, i’m alive and still have the precious energy to do things im asked of and enjoy the physical life while there’s time. Thanks.

friday

Last friday was kinda odd. Ok, my days are normally odd, but friday– twice was i approached for food. Morning, this old man held his hand infront of me while i was muching on my hashbrown. Almost instantly, after taking my last tiny bite, i handed it over to the poor guy. Honestly, he is pretty much fit to work, atan will surely scold me of this.. But hey, it is difficult not to give when you are caught in the act eating something. Later that night, at dinner i felt full already, perhaps because i already gulped a medium whey fruit shake, when this kid asked for food. Who is this kid, i really dont know, especially when he doesnt even utter a single word. He doesnt even look like your average street kid. He looks descent enough and perhaps even a lil mestizo. My guess is he left home or something. Poor thing. Sadly, all i managed to offer was a minute worth of digestive satisfaction.

book of answers

Hey, ever encountered The book of answers? It’s for plain amusement. Nothing to be taken seriously. Kewl. And makes you think alot. you see, it’s a book with ‘answer’ phrases in each right page. The Idea is you asked question answerable by yes and no, then you feel the edges, then, when you feeel its time, you open the book up for the so-called anwer. It works like bing’s trusty magic eight ball. Fun to use, kinda expensive though, for something you cant exactly rely on.

creepy

Is there such a thing as an ‘Ungodly hour’? ‘Sure dont want to think about it. Hey, God doesnt sleep, does he? Wala lang, just cant help notice the strange noises in this office, like now, when i am the only one left awake. Except for the monitor and nearby aquarium, everything is pitch black and is open to your imagination. That, and the monitor screen keeps on shutting down. The dilemma of being insomiac. And hooked to blogging. Dont ferget to say your prayers..

Honest, i dont have the urge to blog. Really. ‘just that i have so much in mind and i may not have the chance to write down everything in due time. So many things have been happening in such short period. Not that they interest everybody but whaddaheck, tis my blog and i’m just amusing (that word again!) myself.

Sige na nga, i’ve got the blog urge.

No, this is still not a film review. But later you’ll know the nasty stuffs. In the mean time, rewind to thursday. Have you ever been to an exhibit opening? You might think they are all the same, sa akin pa, i’m an artist, pretty sure i’m quite used to such. Pero, hinde po, each art exhibit got different attitude. Different themes, techniques, mediums and the like. There’ll always be something that will amaze you, tickle your imagination. Lately nga lang, since i’m pretty much burned out from work, why would i risk my rest time, my few ounces of energy left to find an art gallery right in the middle of uncharted(well, to me at least) san juan territory?? Simple, i was invited and i dont want, for the second time, to let my artist friend’s effort be left unchecked. Main reason actually: si aileen yun, and ive always been her fan since day one. Biased? You be the judge once you see her works. Pero mga tsong, ako president ng fan club.. so behave. I guess, i did trekked san juan just to see her painting and her. But marco, marco, marco- you’re so stupid. your instincts have always been right. Do you always have to submit to your masochistic ways? haha, i do had the hunch i’ll meet her boy there. Painful, huh? Not exactly. Just awkward seeing them together. Aileen’s aileen, she never ran out of company, you can just imagine how stunning she is. She carries herself well, no matter what she wears. Even sleek black dresses with high slits and made in airy fabric. She’s usually dressed to kill. She’ll give the older men a heart attack. I did went there to see her painting. Apparently the invitation was such a short notice, she didnt really thought she could pull it through-one great harvest themed painting made in a single night. Simply awesome. Well that’s her. And yes, i will always have a pimple or two for her.
Back to the exhibit per se, it was dubbed ‘masaganang ani’ at galerie joaquin (p. guevarra cor, montessori lane in san juan). Cool paintings. Although my friend’s work is warm and intense. I also fancy the works of tam austria. I find his work enchanted and magical, they got a comicbook feel pero really well done. I also liked the ones in watercolor, insane details! The brass sculptures, too, such detail in a small scale piece of art. I also checked out the other ladies of the house. My, the place was teeming with beautiful creatures. The buffet on the other hand,was fine, though i got a bit shy, ’sides i just ate my jollibee number twelve with solo salad. The cream puffs were sweet and tempting, until i noticed black ants in em…

bingo

I‘ve got the blog urge alright, but not always the time. I started this piece friday morn and now i’m back here at the office sunday night, tinkering with the net pc–right now in this very strangely arranged office floor. They fixed the internet pc with the monitor almost facing ma’am bing’s table. What’s the big idea, darna? New d is getting quite populated it has a few more tables. Sagwa. Well, i’m just employed here as they say, nuthin’ much i say here matters. That brings me to friday morn’s meeting of sort. I may only be a junior artist here, but listening to her speak like that- let’s just say, she’s risking her credibilty more, being the boss and all. She really do consider her staff machines, or clones for that matter. Hey, we’re not all and the same and we got individual characters, you can’t expect us to be as perfect and efficient and tuned as the names she dropped. People in similar circumstances as in NewD will surely get sick because they do their best to the extent that there is barely time left for themselves. It’s as if bing’s trying to point out people are not supposed to get sick, even one overnight after the next and after another one. Have you seem Robots? Yup the movie, they were portrayed getting sleep themselves. And what’s this issue with the overtime? They want it over and done with the soonest time and that requires her artists extra time, hence the overtime pay. If only it can be done in the morning but the usual case, they need it by morning. Want to get the requirements done, be ready to pay up. Everything has its price. I mean we might be a few hundreds richer but at the end we still lose with our poor health. We’re not getting richer and better with that kind of work. But who’s complaining? It’s a two way thing, you complain, we just point out our side. And it reaches no resolution. Similar meeting is a mere waste of time, who listens to who anyway? Who were asked to speak up, and who werent? Who wins? That bitch who fakes her tears? Nobody wins, to hell with everybody. This is a company for Godsake, and the last thing it needs is its staff in war with each other. There’s suppose to be a team. AEs are artists’ comrades, not the spoiled clients. Then again, they are mere yesmen, giving the artist the hell of a time. And lastly, you must not consider a defect a normality lest you end up with inefficient work output. Hello, traffickers are there because there is work to traffic. You can’t say the work traffic is normally dysfunctional, unless you admit defeat in yourself. Obviously, these people need to talk more within themselves about work, than personal/corporate gossips. Nothing’s perfect, but why be second rate.

And oh, ever since ive been in the company, as far as i’m concern, ive only recognized a hint of professionalism here. The feel is so asal bahay with the shouting, kidlike behaviour and so and so forth.

Then again, who am i to dare say such. i’m just employed here, and nuthin’ other than bing’s words matter. Or so she thinks.

the internet makes us the laziest, one click here enlarges pics another click there takes you places. Go ahead and try here..

Sure. I am really killing myself reeal slow. Not exactly on purpose, just the ways things are lately. If only my physical bod can talk back at me.. I’ve gotten a handful of expletives already! I’ve been through a hell lot of extremes since saturday. Just to conserve energy, it was rare but i did slept here at the office. I rarely get some sleep the past days. And sunday, right back at work again already (what’s new here?). If this is a recorded piece, this will be one boring monotonuous shit. Cant help not type, agh this blog is hooking me like ecstacy. Extremes, because ive been through a couple of ups and downs in just a short period of time, less than a week- big appetite, pure energy, iron pumpings, nice waking up state- then back to insomanic, poor appetite, workaholic advertising pawn that i am. Bull. Like a crazed kid in a wild swing. Right now, a resolution, rest of sort, picking up my energy once again from the last night’s graved layouting chores. Lechengmegamakeover. Mega pain in the neck. I really am amused i pulled it through, yun lang, it came with a price, l’m damnshit exhausted. Been seriously busy, i wasnt able to update my so-called blog for days.

And now more complains. I’m still ranting because my wisdom toothache came back. I think i damaged my neck too- what pain! I’m still not comfortable with my right ear, as well- ‘wonder if it’s related to the tooth thing, right side din kasi. And there’s still more- it’s really a big trouble for me working without my trusty eyeglasses. The damn thing got crushed by bossmike’s (oops! sorry po) big white logo book, no thanks to stupid me. By payday time, ‘got to figure where to spend dem money- the department i so suck at.

 Amusing. The things you stumble upon when surfing for reference pics. Simple keywords come up with pretty funny (There, sir jim paul, i didnt use the word ‘amusing’) cartoons and the like. Donuts. Biliards. Video games. Laptops. And dont ask me what i saw with the keyword ‘footlong.’

Comment on the Laptop Cartoon Will i ever end up like that? So hooked with the computer (graphics, internet, blogging) that such a cutie partner- who will ignore such a cute thing? I just love this cartoon. Cute. I dunno, i really cant imagine myself blogging in bed. I’m not that blog addicted and– i am a lady’s slave. Whoever she is, she’s the luckiest, kasi i’m her slave nga, d’oh! And no, that lady isnt bing. I can affirm to you no matter how it seems otherwise, am not her slave. Nope.

Last night we went out for a starbucks fix. I guess i missed going there like before. My caramel frap was truly enjoyed. idunno, perhaps i just needed caffeine last night. This brings me back to my wisdomtooth prob but waddaheck, tsalap.

Megamall Makeover aftermath, i’m left with nothing to file for overtime (it’s wednesday, and i thought everybody stays here at 40 lapulapu). Maybe i can file ‘update blog.’

There, it’s proven for the nth time..  i am an obsessive-complusive-insomiac-workaholic-illegal-blogger.  I hope i’m not getting enslaved by friendster already. Er, kelangan kaya nila ng artist? Magaling po akong magdrowing ng smileys

Well anyway, while searching for reference pics on the net, i came across this Garfield comic strip. Dont mind that it’s a cartoon, ive find it profound: the more you entertain the idea that you are alone, the more you dont realise, you’re getting more alone. Simple suggestion (for me? not really) : Get a life! Enjoy life as it is and dont bother with the tiniest details. Lest you get lost in the big picture which is life itself. Advice for myself, you say? Perhaps. But not really. ‘Just thinking stuffs.

Again fidgeting with the net keyboard at this unholy hour. I think it’s four. I’m really back to being insomiac. But dont blame me. Blame darna and his so impromptu clients. But that’s life (or rather, what’s left of life) here in new directions. i dont know, sometimes i want to be here as long as possible but most of the time, i feel ill-fitted to be here.. Or i just want some fresh air? I guess it’s safe to consider this agency a rehabilitation center( see the name fits? new direstions, inc). Yun nga lang..Reversed psychology todits repapits. All the pressure, backtalking, superiority complexes, ineptness, insolence, shittalks, unprofessionalism, un/welcomed harassments, irregular eating habits, irregular sleeping habits/ hobbits, rudeness, nonsense trivia– if you live through it all and more, you’re a stronger, dirtier harry. Disclaimer: bad-ass attitude you get from here may not be applicable to other agencies, just a word of caution or you may instantly get fired.

Starwars mamaya. I’m not excited again? Dont get me wrong i still get excited (not that you perv!), ‘just that Starwars is Starwars. just not my era of sort. Pero nuod pa rin si marco. Malalaman ko na kung sino talaga si darthvader…

Tanga lang din.

I know, i know- ive been mentioning hale in this blog like a gazillion times already, but can’t help it. I’m raving today since i’ve finally manged to transfer aac files of the hale album to my phone (!) AAC. Meaning, advanced audio compression, meaning, half the size of the usual mp3. Meaning, my phone got all the hale songs. All but one. Second tagalog song pa naman. Get your copies now !!

In fairness po, ang hirap magblog. Gising na si lola.

Blue sky’s up!

burn¹ [ bûrn ]
v.  burned or  burnt [ bûrnt ], burn·ing, burns
v.  tr.

1. a.
   To cause to undergo combustion. b.
   To destroy with fire: burned the trash; burn a house down. c.
   To consume (fuel or energy, for example): burned all the wood that winter.
2. Physics  To cause to undergo nuclear fission or fusion.
3. To damage or injure by fire, heat, radiation, electricity, or a caustic agent: burned the toast; burned my skin with the acid.
4. a.
   To execute or kill with fire: burning heretics at the stake. b.
   To execute by electrocution.
5. a.
   To make or produce by fire or heat: burn a hole in the rug. b.
   To dispel; dissipate: The sun burned off the fog.
6. a.
   To use as a fuel: a furnace that burns coal. b.
   To metabolize (glucose, for example) in the body.
7. To impart a sensation of intense heat to: The chili burned my mouth.
8. a.
   To irritate or inflame, as by chafing or sunburn. b.
   To let (oneself or a part of one’s body) become sunburned.
9. To brand (an animal).
10. To engrave or make indelible by as or as if by burning: The image of the accident was burned into my memory.
11. To harden or impart a finish to by subjecting to intense heat; fire: burn clay pots in a kiln.
12. To make angry: That remark really burns me.
13. a.
    To defeat in a contest, especially by a narrow margin. b.
    Sports  To outplay or score on (an opponent), especially through quick or deceptive movement. c.
    To inflict harm or hardship on; hurt: "Huge loan losses have burned banks in recent years" (Christian Science Monitor). d.
    To swindle or deceive; cheat: We really got burned on the used car we bought.
14. To record data on (a compact disk).

v.  intr.

1. a.
   To undergo combustion. b.
   To admit of burning: Wood burns easily.
2. To consume fuel: a rocket stage designed to burn for three minutes before being jettisoned.
3. Physics  To undergo nuclear fission or fusion.
4. a.
   To emit heat or light by or as if by fire: campfires burning in the dark; the sun burning brightly in the sky. b.
   To become dissipated or to be dispelled by or as if by heat: The fog burned off as the sun came up.
5. To give off light; shine: a light burning over the door.
6. To be destroyed, injured, damaged, or changed by or as if by fire: a house that burned to the ground; eggs that burned and stuck to the pan.
7. a.
   To be very hot; bake: a desert burning under the midday sun. b.
   To feel or look hot: a child burning with fever. c.
   To impart a sensation of heat: a liniment that burns when first applied.
8. a.
   To become irritated or painful, as by chafing or inflammation: eyes burning from the smoke. b.
   To become sunburned or windburned.
9. To be consumed with strong emotion, especially: a.
   To be or become angry: an insult that really made me burn. b.
   To be very eager: was burning with ambition.
10. To penetrate by or as if by intense heat or flames: enemy ground radar burning through the fighters’ electronic jammers; a look that burned into them.
11. To be engraved by or as if by burning: shame burning in my heart.
12. a.
    To suffer punishment or death by or as if by fire: souls burning in hell. b.
    To be electrocuted.

n.

1. An injury produced by fire, heat, radiation, electricity, or a caustic agent.
2. A burned place or area: a cigarette burn in the tablecloth.
3. An act, process, or result of burning: The fire settled down to a steady burn.
4. A sensation of intense heat or stinging pain: a chili burn on the tongue; the burn of alcohol on an open wound.
5. A sunburn or windburn.
6. Aerospace  A firing of a rocket.
7. A swindle.

Phrasal Verbs:
burn in

To darken part of (a photograph print) by exposing unmasked areas.

burn out

1. To stop burning from lack of fuel.
2. To wear out or make or become inoperative as a result of heat or friction: The short circuit burned out the fuse.
3. To cause (a property owner or a resident) to have to evacuate the premises because of fire: The shopkeeper was burned out by arsonists.
4. To make or become exhausted, especially as a result of long-term stress: "Hours are long, stress is high, and many recruits drop out or burn out" (Robert J. Samuelson).

burn up

1. To make angry: Their rudeness really burns me up.
2. To travel over or through at high speed: drag racers burning up the track.

Idioms:
burn (one’s) bridges

To eliminate the possibility of return or retreat.

burn the/one’s candle at both ends

To exhaust oneself or one’s resources by leading a hectic or extravagant life.

burn the midnight oil

To work or study very late at night.

to burn

In great amounts: They had money to burn.

[Middle English burnen, from Old English beornan, to be on fire,, and from  bærnan, to set on fire; see g^wher- in Indo-European roots.]

Synonyms: burn¹, scorch, singe, sear¹, char¹, parch
These verbs mean to injure or alter by means of intense heat or flames. Burn, the most general, applies to the effects of exposure to a source of heat or to something that can produce a similar effect: burned the muffins in the oven.  Scorch involves superficial burning that discolors or damages the texture of something: scorched the shirt with the iron.  Singe
specifies superficial burning and especially the deliberate removal of
projections such as feathers from a carcass before cooking: singed my eyelashes when the fire flared up; singed the chicken before roasting it.  Sear applies to surface burning of organic tissue: seared the lamb over high heat.  To char is to use fire to reduce a substance to carbon or charcoal: wood charred by the fire.  Parch in this sense emphasizes the drying and often fissuring of a surface: the hot sun that parched the soil.

What water shortage? Here in magallanes? Shut up. Shut-up. The rest of my colleagues panicked and brought bottled water way from downstairs just to get their respective baths. And clean their mess after using the toilet. Funny, funny, funny. When I was about to take my bath, haha, may tubig na! Was i stinking already, buti na lang.

While we’re in the subject of water, do you know your element? Me, i just read, is fire. Why do then do i fancy water so much. I really dont know. I like swimming, taking a bath, diving. Just my ironies. And nonsense tidbits. Bring me back to Puerto Galera!

Er, atan, you left your doodlings by my table. Have you been writing with your lefthand again? Eight similar names that spells…

What a lovely day! Lousy day. Pseudo-ngarag lang, but basically nothing much. If it aint obvious, i made a couple of blogs already thanks to trusty notepad. What’s in store for later? Will i go home, will i stay, will i sneak into the gym? Will i be watching that starwars installment? I dunno. Maybe i’ll decide when the timemachine whistles. What a lousy life. Lousy me. Maybe next time i’ll try not to update my blog for a change. ‘Wonder if it works. That’s a challenge e.

i sure miss the feeling of being inloved. Blindly inloved that it makes you stupid, but carry on, it’s legal to be stupid when you’re inloved. And i miss the excitement of having a crush. I miss the thrill with work. I miss craving for a specific food. Though it’s been pizza lately. i miss whipping up a resume. I miss fixing my portfolio. I even miss soul calibur two. Silly thoughts’ flooding my cerebrum. Yup, i’ll be, all in due time.

I’m such a sucker for kind people. The problem lies on whether they are actually sincere or just those superficial types. At least they had the effort. It’s just that these peeps, they keep me guessing.

‘Tis not a busy day after all. Not!

Kitkat break lang pala. Well, what to write now, hm.

Me and atan been wondering what if, fine arts folks wear coat and tie to work. Weird. Reminds me of college, we were asked to wear our white uniform while painting- utterly inappropriate. Consider those pearly white polos aprons. What a mess i make of myself, poster and watercolor paints everywhere, my black pants wasnt spared- how can i forget that bright yellow oil paint from that printmaking room. Back to the future– coat and tie for work? Pwede, muy guapo. But then again, where’s the attitude there? Can we wear rubbershoes with those? Printed neckties? I dunno. Unless you put in a whole new category, maybe suits are not that suitable for people like us. Perhaps when we get real big time and be those snob rich advertising foundations of our time- get a name like bernbach and warhol. Hunh? Well adidas says impossible is nothing. For now, i’ll just be happy with my all black get up and leather sketchers.

Clothes. clothes clothes. I just remember i got to have my laundry done. I finally ran out of black shirts. Buti na lang i washed my undies already. Eww, not that you have to know. hehe

We got a new applicant. No sir max, not your replacement (not in a decade). Simply an addition to the company that’s going to be crippled since you’ve followed your calling. Rather, we got a new victim haha. Sorry bruce.. Why do they they always fancy me to look for new artists? i’m becoming the bad guy already. Hey, life’s hard, we all know that, and when some comrades need a job they are always free to try out new d. They are always warned anyway. What’s wrong with new directions? Nothing per se. But in time you just know and by that time you do realize, it’s already normal for you. So nothing’s wrong, really. Really. Maybe i should have called in three artists. Actually, i did pala, hehe. Well goodluck bruce, whatever luck means..

Gee, they’ve found the timecards, why am i not excited. Well, c’est la vie.

‘Still adore blue sky, not the crackers, dork! Wala lang, maybe for someone teeming with negativity, it’s really a luxury to hear such positive songs. ‘It’s beautiful to be alive; It’s wonderful to live a life’ You cant go wrong. Suicidal folks should hear them lyrics. Hey, it’s clear right, i’m not suicidal, ayt? My dark years have long been through. Underneath all the pessimistic remarks i’m still the happy guy back in fa1-07. ‘Just have a couple of issues in my head lately.

Yup, someday, i’ll be philippine’s bernbach riding a beetle. That, i’ll be.

‘Tis not a busy day after all. Then again, it’s just four.

Yesterday was different. Yet another realization. I was working since sunday right after a tiring company trip and it has been pointless. Too much fuss on a 4×20 regular ad. Three revisions after all the push i gave myself. Silly chandelier earrings! What a disaster. To think i’ve been coughing like crazy and i barely can concentrate. I found myself getting mad and irritated. I got to go home. Which i did eventually. The hell with everybody.

Somehow i did snapped out of masochist me. I hate it when i pity myself like that. Quite stupid to let my health pass by and carry on work like a machine. But then again i’m back here and nothing much has changed. Same noisy environment and same stupid and irresponsible superior, who happens to be my major ae. Shit ka. All you know to do is point fingers. Oh i hate it when i get furious.
Now i’m amused. I’m amused of my productivity tonight considering i arrived six quarter. Maybe all i needed was a recharge.

I’ve been to a doctor alright, but i’m less than convinced. Apparently, mario’s (marco!, my handwriting must be horrible that all three clinic personnel read my name ‘mario’) ear canal’s ok, except for a few scrathes, no thanks to my prodding. ‘Just need to decongest those nasty phlegm. Well i’m ok, hope the lady doctor is ok as well- first, ’twas the hair.. She’s not so used to males with longer than usual hair(hey, haven’t i had a haircut already?). And then she told me to say ‘ah.’ She cringed. That almost freaked me out - what, is it serious, something wrong? As it turned out, i forgot to descrew my tongue ring. She says it aint normal- then again who is? Poor sheltered beings.

Am i ok? idunno. I feel so tired still. I guess i got to get back working out, heighten my energy level a notch. The company outing messed my timetable. Yes, i did have fun then, but it was shortlived and practically ate up my energy gauge- to think i slept a lot then.

‘Been listening to hale cd again and again… slow and depressing. I guess i’m absorbing a lot of hale lately. Getting a wee bit addicted to the album (got to hear my hale!) but it’s ok, dont be bothered. It’s just great how such a mellow vocals merge with pretty much upbeat music.

There went a barage of coughing! Man am i sick. In the head. What am i doing back in the office? Honestly, i was getting ok at home, i guess it must be the temperature here.

Have you ever found yourself in middlestate of being awake and dozing off? It happened again yesterday when i tried to doze off. My eyes were quite open and i can see my room yet i can barely twitch my finger. My muscles are already tensed but cant move in any way. Seems like there’s this invisible boulder on top of me. No voice would come out either. And then i get up to get myself water just to realize i havent moved an inch. I ‘got up’ around three times. Good thing i was able to get up for real. Freaky nonsense stuff. Must be fatigue. Nothing new really, but it does scares me a bit everytime.
And those dreams. Odd. For someone who despise war movies i get to dream military folks in a provincial setting. I was walking pass these armed guys some complete with camouflage paint on their faces. I cant figure though if i was one of them. Nonsense stuff. Then there was this other wild chase dream with zombies. Crazy. 40 lapulapu ata yung setting.

I wonder what’s in morpheus’ idiot box tonight- only one way to find out..!

When do stars fade their light?
Does the moon and the sun make it right
For you the world maybe
Like an endless storm chasing a mystery

Is there hate in your heart?
Does your body drop and tell you to stop
Loving you or loving me
When it all falls down you just sing with me

Coz there’s a blue sky waiting tomorrow
Waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering
A blue sky waiting tomorrow
Maybe it’s all we need

Oh dont you wash away that smile
You just look out the window and see the the light
It’s beautiful to be alive
It’s wonderful to live a life

The sun is sure to shine
For you and me for everyone
So dont be sad it’s just the start
Of a new beginning in your life

Rain will keep on pouring
Some things you cant control
And while the sun seems so far and hard to hold
It will unfold

There will always be a blue sky
A blue sky waiting tomorrow-Full of hope

When all things seem so tiring to figure out, here comes a positive song. Simply beautiful, makes me smile while singing it. Somehow, the day feels light and complete. All hail for Hale.

She’s already taken
She’s already taken