I originally put the answers to some questions here. Why put them in a post in the first place? Because, maybe I wanted them to be found eventually? In case they put certain minds at peace, perhaps?
When I couldn't find a suitable answer, I chose to edit the post at the very last minute.
The answers will remain with me, instead. The person who holds the key to unlock them hasn't asked for them. It's just as well. They're of no consequence anyway. Besides, the moment has passed.
Too bad, really. It wasn't supposed to play out this way. But, my resolve has been steeled by how events played out these last few hours.
The only thing I will say is that words are powerful.
That day, I chose to be silent. I remain silent.
Wanderlust dapat ang title ng blog ko. Pero malamang taken na yun, so gagawin ko sanang Juanderlust para may Pinoy twist. Akalain mong taken na yun? Kaya Juanderlast na lang. Barok kung barok. ||||| Juanderlast - n. mga Paglalakbay, sa buhay, sa karir, at sa kung saan pa, ng isang taong naghahanap lamang ng dahilan para manatili sa isang lugar.
Monday, April 22, 2013
A Requiem
Itinerary:
Lovelife,
Quitting,
The Gay Life
Monday, March 4, 2013
How to Say Forever
Back in the day, I remember watching an interview of Shania Twain talking about the inspiration for her song, "From This Moment On." In it, she said that she wanted to say "forever" without specifically saying "forever," hence the phrase that would become the song's title. That song has since become a smash, and a staple of the sappy radio stations playlists (not to mention, seedy beer houses), but whenever I hear it, I always remember that what she wanted to achieve with that song was to say "forever" in a new way.
Fast forward to 2013, and I am absolutely in love with a song by a heretofore unknown band called The Cab. And the song I'm currently in love with works on a similar concept as Shania's earlier effort. Sure, I liked one of their earlier songs, but this one, dare I say a word that I think I've used far too often, resonates with me. Coincidentally, the song was co-written by Mr. Pinoy Pride himself, Bruno Mars.
At the risk of making them more popular than they are (which is what they deserve anyway), here I am, sharing this gem of a find with you, interwebz. Enjoy. Stay in love.
Endlessly
by The Cab
There's a shop down the street
Where they sell plastic rings
For a quarter a piece I swear it
Yeah I know that it's cheap
Not like gold in your dreams
But I hope that
You'll still wear it
Yeah, the ink may stain my skin
And my jeans may all be ripped
I'm not perfect but I swear
I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
There's a house on the hill
With a view of the town
And I know how you adore it
So I'll work everyday
Through the sun and the rain
Until I can afford it
Yeah your friends might think I'm crazy
But they can only see
I'm not perfect
But I swear I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
Ink may stain my skin
And my jeans may all be ripped
I'm not perfect but I swear
I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
There's a shop down the street
Where they sell plastic rings
For a quarter a piece I swear it
Yeah I know that it's cheap
Not like gold in your dreams
But I hope that
You'll still wear it
Fast forward to 2013, and I am absolutely in love with a song by a heretofore unknown band called The Cab. And the song I'm currently in love with works on a similar concept as Shania's earlier effort. Sure, I liked one of their earlier songs, but this one, dare I say a word that I think I've used far too often, resonates with me. Coincidentally, the song was co-written by Mr. Pinoy Pride himself, Bruno Mars.
At the risk of making them more popular than they are (which is what they deserve anyway), here I am, sharing this gem of a find with you, interwebz. Enjoy. Stay in love.
Endlessly
by The Cab
There's a shop down the street
Where they sell plastic rings
For a quarter a piece I swear it
Yeah I know that it's cheap
Not like gold in your dreams
But I hope that
You'll still wear it
Yeah, the ink may stain my skin
And my jeans may all be ripped
I'm not perfect but I swear
I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
There's a house on the hill
With a view of the town
And I know how you adore it
So I'll work everyday
Through the sun and the rain
Until I can afford it
Yeah your friends might think I'm crazy
But they can only see
I'm not perfect
But I swear I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
Ink may stain my skin
And my jeans may all be ripped
I'm not perfect but I swear
I'm perfect for you
And there's no guarantee
That this'll be easy
It's not a miracle you need
Believe me
Yeah I'm no angel
I'm just me
But I will love you endlessly
Wings aren't what you need
You need me
There's a shop down the street
Where they sell plastic rings
For a quarter a piece I swear it
Yeah I know that it's cheap
Not like gold in your dreams
But I hope that
You'll still wear it
Friday, September 28, 2012
Lost in Translation
I miss the days when things were effortless
When we'd finish each other's sentences.
These days, I find myself second-guessing
The meaning behind your statements.
It seems to me that the biggest follies
Are the fewness of your years
And the freshness of your experience
And the obstinacy of my own mind.
And therein lies the rub.
We don't speak the same words anymore
The facade has crumbled.
We are markedly different.
But, that's all right.
I did promise to make this work.
There's too just too much being carried
That can just as easily be jettisoned.
Maybe in a few years, you'll know what I mean
By then, you will have either moved on
Or you might still be stuck with me
Whatever the case, just soldier on.
You are so much better than this.
We are so much bigger than this.
When we'd finish each other's sentences.
These days, I find myself second-guessing
The meaning behind your statements.
It seems to me that the biggest follies
Are the fewness of your years
And the freshness of your experience
And the obstinacy of my own mind.
And therein lies the rub.
We don't speak the same words anymore
The facade has crumbled.
We are markedly different.
But, that's all right.
I did promise to make this work.
There's too just too much being carried
That can just as easily be jettisoned.
Maybe in a few years, you'll know what I mean
By then, you will have either moved on
Or you might still be stuck with me
Whatever the case, just soldier on.
You are so much better than this.
We are so much bigger than this.
Itinerary:
About Me,
Frustration,
Lovelife,
The Gay Life
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