marc’s so-called blog

Finally got tired of blogging. Ironic, i’m blogging about this, straight from the loony bin. Finally got tired blogging about those recurring thoughts almost around a month now. Hey, you think, if i steadily blog on those saGuijo nights, it’s a different thing? I dunno really. Maybe. Maybe not.

Ok, saGuijo nights it is. It’s different lately. Although same cool place of music. Maybe a matter of perspective. Although i never really been alone in gigs lately. One time, sir max was there with his ol’ revolver production buds. Nice folks. Excellent  line up as well- paramita, up dharma down, radioactive sago projects and more mostly indie bands. I even get to go home with a cd sampler with four songs. Just remembered, any of you guys know the tagalog word for carousel? I dont think it’s chubibo, ayt. That night, probably just the second time i didnt finished the whole line up. And probably the first night i gobbled on two baluts. Then, may yosi pala si manong… I already bought a dunhill pack(since it’s chards brand i thought) Well, whaddyaknow, i was already walking away from the bar when i remembered they were selling those revolver shirts.  I made up my mind and traced back my steps. Just for fun, and for keeps- ’sides sir max, revolver’s resident artist did the design. Kinda creative ‘evolve’ concept.

And then last night. I made up my mind and decided to get some booze at guijo. Orange and lemon’s turn. Surpise! Sir nelson was around and with his girl. The music kinda lighten up things. Sorta. And the crowd was ultimately delighted to hear pinoy big bro’s themesong.

Ho-hum.

See, nothing exciting to write. Things at the office aint an option either. Smoking issue, no, not really that bad. Drinking, neither. Hmmm.. Although anthony finally got into fcb- congrats, girl! Madz is almost off to Dubai- Good luck po. Things are moving and folks are moving up. NIce nice. Aileen’s fine with her exhibits as ever- kewl. Franco is so into ana. Alan’s doing great with his job.

And marco.. same old, same old. Athough aint really feeling well in lotsa aspects. Bad sorethroat. Tired and quite glum. Sheesh, can’t even go to the doc to secure a med certificate.

Hey, i was browsing, reading blogs and the likes, just found a post from isthy (isthy, sorry and thanks i kinda borrowed it)

It happens in a flash. A trigger goes off. Something snaps. When everything you believed in turns out to be the total opposite of the truth; a lie; only pretend –it may be only in your head, it may be real, but nevertheless, the faith is gone, the magic is lost, and all you have is disappointment of the possibilities.. comes in the what-might-have-been’s and the ache from knowing that nothing will ever be the same again. - disillusioned by isthy

Wala lang po. ‘Just found it fascinating. I somehow can relate to some parts. It’s nice though.

Funny there are just somethings you cant share, just a matter of circumstances.

Funny you know the right thing to do, the truth, but you do things otherwise.

Or siguro nga ako lang yun. That’s my ‘natural’.

My officemate chard got bitten by the james blunt bug, here’s the song for reference:

you’re beautiful james blunt

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I’m sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won’t lose no sleep on that,
‘Cause I’ve got a plan.

You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
F**king high,
And I don’t think that I’ll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.
You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it’s time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

‘Got mixed emo on this. Beautiful song, just that there are stuffs in it i just, i dunno if the word’s ‘hate’. There’s something about songs like it that’s addictive- that’s why chard’s been playing it in ‘repeat’. Kinda wondering though, whether ‘blunt’ is really his last name.

Chard’s advice the manly thing to do now is accept defeat. Perhaps ‘got some truths in it, pero was it all a game? Someone loses, someone wins? It never sinked in me that way, though. And i really cant take others’ words for my predicament. I’m at war yes, to my own self. Thing is, if i win, i still lose. From where i’m standing, can’t see anything that’d cheer me up. And i cant get my legs to move.

Ho-hum. It’s a sale-load weekend– i ‘m supposed to be gleefully shopping.

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