Category: Just dabbling

I’m Sorry

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10 sorry

I know.
I have neglected this site.
It’s not that I lost interest,
I just didn’t feel like sharing anything at all.

2015 has been a bitch of a year.
It has brought me so much grief and hate.
I have lost loved ones,
betrayed by people I trusted,
and got heartbroken many, many times.

Hopefully 2016 will bring good tidings.

Even though no one really reads what I write here,
but just like Music,
this site has helped me cope with everything.
Just like many times before.
I will keep doing this.
I need to keep doing this.

So, here we are,
Nearing the end of the year,
join me as I attempt to revive..

denofmusic.com
“Where the music has found a place to play!”

Then the kid turned 13

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Happy Birthday my dear boy!

Now that you’re a teenager,
Hopefully you’ll still listen to me.
Not because I’m always right, (which your mom refuses to believe)
But because I have been wrong a lot of times.

I can give you a list of tips or advises
now that you are in your teenage years.
But instead, I’ll just tell you to believe in yourself.
There will be a lot of confusing moments.

You are one of the most kind people I have ever known.
Do not trust anybody. And I mean any one.
Not even your close friends, or family. 

Always clean up your mess. Literally and figuratively. 

I can never fully know all the things you’re going to be going thru,
but I can have a pretty good idea and I can definitely understand.
You can always come to me or your Mom.

We are so proud of you.
I wish your Grandma Linda could have seen
how you grew up to be a handsome and kind young man.

I love you very much, Buddy.

Always.

Happy Birthday.

Dad

Progress

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Yesterday, I went to a friend’s retirement party.

I don’t know if I told you before but I am not into social gatherings.
Well, not anymore.
I used to.
For some reason, anxiety just grabbed a hold of me and won’t let go.
Maybe it’s insecurities, maybe I’m just not into anything that may lead into
me being humiliated or embarrassed.
I am not young anymore.
I am not hip with what’s new these days.

I say it’s progress because, I struggled with it all day,
and it took everything in me to buck up, get ready and go.
I fought with myself the whole way
from turning the car around and just forget it.
Make up some excuse for not going at all.

I did get there, eventually.
Saw other people.
Had conversations and jokes about everything.
Actually had a great time.
Plus, made my friend happy for showing up.

I carried myself well.
That’s progress for me.
It may be nothing to you,
but that is big for me.

I didn’t even feel the need to order alcoholic drinks just to fit in.
I wasn’t planning on drinking at all.
I didn’t need to pressure myself.
I was fine.

Though the only thing I had trouble with while I was there,
was ordering my drink for the night.
When the server asked me for my drink,
for some reason, I couldn’t pronounce “Arnold Palmer.”

Must be the Filipino in me.
My tongue just wouldn’t want to work it.
I guess saying it right will be my next progress report.

“UrrnnuldPulmur.”

Damn it!
I can’t do it!

One Word

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The reason why there are no posts on this site lately.
One Word.

HATE!

I hate everything.
That is all.
Thank you very much.

Have a nice day. 🙂

My Instrument

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Nobody may care about my instrument, but it is the only thing I can turn to.

Especially when emotions are high
and thoughts are a-plenty.