Where I Wish I Were

Crafted by the sea over the weekend and hand lettered some lyrics to Club 8 (pictured) and The Weepies. Making some birthday plans and I'm super excited for something I'm cooking up with the Candy Girls and Alessa. Yay yay yay!

Note To Self: Don't Cut Hair

A little bit of Ed Sheeran in the morning. (:

Songs I Like: "Falling Out Of Reach" by Guillemots

Slow down, slow down 
You'll only get burnt out 
Calm down, calm down
You getting so worn out

Songs I Like: Ingrid Michaelson's "Highway"

The radio waxes romantic. 
Its lullabies fill our eyes with tears.
We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.

Songs I Like: "Are We There Yet?" by Ingrid Michaelson

 

They say you're really not somebody 
until somebody else loves you.
Well, I am waiting to make 
somebody, somebody soon. 
And are we there yet? 
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet? 
And are we there yet? 
Home, home, home, home. 
Home, home, home, home. 
Where you will lie on the rug 
while I play with the dog. 
And you won't be too much 
because this is too much. 
Because this is too much for me to hold. 
This is too much for me to hold.

New shoes

Hey, I put some new shoes on and suddenly everything's right
I said hey, I put some new shoes on and everyone's smiling, it's so inviting
Oh, short on money but long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine
And I'm running late and I don't need an excuse
'Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes

Pizza lunch at the office with the sweetest Candy Girls, surprise gifts, and dinner with the family. Doesn't really take much to make a birthday happy. (:

They never mean what they say

I'm tired and battered
Worn the sole off my shoes
I'm restless and torn
Short of nothing to lose
I'm tired and battered

I always think that when I'm feeling tired, it's just a phase, like it's something that has an expiration date. But I've been feeling more and more restless these days. I find myself having trouble concentrating and always feeling like I'm carrying this huge burden.

I don't know. The past eight months... well, it's been an uphill climb. I'm getting tired. /: And I know I can't complain because we all probably feel the same way. I just need to deal with it.

These are the times when I can't help but think, everyone else's problems don't seem as big.

So we are history

People who know me well know I'm not a big fan of cussing but, dammit, I love this song!

I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men
— "Tears Dry On Their Own," Amy Winehouse

Guess what I did in traffic last night?

And all you see
Is where else you could be
When you're at home
And out on the street
Are so many possibilities
To not be alone

There's no stopping us

This year, I'll reach that pinnacle
This year, I'll get to the top
People'll realize where she got that energy
This year, I'm never gonna stop

I really have a good feeling about this year. And I'm glad I feel that I'm finally back on track. These past few days have been stressful but I'm glad to know that I'm actually doing things right. :P

This morning was like Christmas in our house because my brother finally got back from his trip. It was funny seeing him waiting for everyone's reactions when he handed out our pasalubong.

Life's been good. (: And for once, I'm not really asking for anything more than this.

I was bait for you

Crazy as it all plays out
I think I'm lonelier than I've ever been before
'Cause I was so close
To going through that door
But I don't want to be to blame for them
I don't want to be to blame

Oh, would you please get out from under my skin?
'Cause I can't begin this yet
And I don't know what my intentions are
They're speaking in a different tongue
And, deep inside, I'm not as tough as I seem
But I won't let you know
Until it's right, I'm gonna stay my distance, and you should go
Oh, would you please get out
I'm not as strong as I seem, but I won't let you know

Flavor of the Week

(oh no)
I don't think much about you anymore.
(oh no)
You're not on every whisper.
(oh no)
I don't think much about you,
But if you're not lurking behind every curtain,

I'm wondering whose house are you haunting tonight?
Whose name you hiss, whose clinching fists?
Whose house are you haunting tonight?

Previously: Up dharma Down's Oo, Justin Timberlake's My Love and LoveStoned among others

Hulog ng Langit

Ikaw pala aking hinahanap
Ang bahaghari ko sa likod ng ulap
Ikaw ang hulog ng langit sa puso kong napunit
Dahil sa dramang paulit ulit
Kanina ka pa nariyan?

—Ikaw Pala, Sugarfree

Aww, this album is still on repeat even if I only have half an earphone (haha, kawawa talaga.) to listen with.

I wish I could write again. Like really write. The last poem I wrote was for my grandmother when my lolo died, or was it when I last got my heart broken? Whichever came last. I was talking to a good friend of mine and told her that I write best when I'm depressed. Isn't that strange? I guess all sad things always sound beautiful to me.