You see that thing on the sidebar that says “This Time Last Year?”
I added that plug in to see how things have changed since.. well.. last year.

I don’t know. I am trying more new stuff on this site,
to see if it’ll entice me to try … well.. new stuff.

Oh and I also added a category on here named Pictures.
That’s just to quickly query all the posts that I did with.. well… pictures.

I am not doing too good with writing new posts that much anymore,
so I will see if I can re-kindle my relationship with this site
and add more..well… writings.

Anyways.
Let’s see what more stuff I can add.
You just sit there and look pretty.
I’ll do all the work.

Do you ever notice sometimes
That you don’t belong anywhere?

Like everybody likes a certain thing and you just can’t get why?

On your daily drive, everyone seems to be going slow, or faster than you?

Like everyone is on to a joke and you still never heard it?

Like the whole world is giving everyone their chance,
and you are still there waiting with your hand out?

Like God has answered everybody’s prayers but yours?

And the music in your head is playing a different tune.

That’s what I feel with the world we live in.
Or “I” live in.

Because I am so sure,
I am meant to live at a different place,
in a different time,
with a different face.

I remember one time my friend Eric and I were talking about the old days,
reminiscing about our High School adventures and mischief.
Then we reached that awkward moment of silence where we start thinking about
how we miss those days and wished we were back and re-live them.

It’s funny how when you were young,
you couldn’t wait to grow up and do what the adults do.
Make your own decisions.
Go wherever you like.
Do whatever you please.
And experience a lot of things without asking permission.

Ahh. The Adult life.

What we didn’t know then,
that being older comes with a great load of burden called “Responsibility.”
And that is a big wake up call for everyone.
You don’t see that when you are young.

But in my opinion, I really wouldn’t want to re-live my past.
It is something I really do not want to remember or ponder on.
Though, I would like to go back and right all the wrong decisions I have made
And steer my future self to a better one.
Or a better possibility of achieving my dreams.
Be at the right place at the right time, sort to speak.

We remembered this story about one of our professors
who was chatting with us and told us this:

“You all think that this time of your life is horrible,
but you will look back on it and wish you were still at this point and wishing it never ended.”

He was right.

And imagine us telling the youth of today this?
They would probably say what we told our elders then.

It’s a vicious cycle.

“Enjoy your youth.
You’ll never be younger than you are at this very moment.”
– [anonymous]

A big thank you to my Mom, this Mother’s day.

Being a mom is the hardest job in the world.
There are no set hours.
No time-outs.
And no breaks.
They are just programmed to do it.

And if a mom, even for just one second think that they are not doing a good job and doubting themselves..

Don’t.

Thanks Mom! For surviving the biggest challenge of raising me.

One thing for certain about growing up is you get to find out
more about yourself.

You are not the same person from years past
and you get to realize your true colors and your true being.

I’ll be honest for once.
I see myself much like a computer.
Input, output.
Yes, no.
Ok, cancel.
Garbage in, garbage out.

I really don’t like what I see.
The program my creator coded for me
is more complex than I can process.
I don’t think he cares much anymore.
And neither do I.

Either I need to reboot and start over,
or I just need to shut the fuck down.

I’m rooting for the latter.

It’s Cinco de Mayo!
An amazing day for Mexico to celebrate their heritage and pride.

A place where Americans run to for leisure or necessity.
I would love to run there when my situation gets out of control.

Which brings me to this song I covered back in 2006.

Down to Mexico
Music by Paul Gilbert
Guitars and Voices by yours truly.

You don’t have to bring your friends
and maybe you can meet yourself a friendly señorita.

I made this a long time ago, so you will see a lot more mistakes.
Well, plus I was on my third tequila shot.

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Olé

And since it’s May 1st,
I have this song stuck in my head.

FIRST OF MAY
Music by – The Beegees
Voice and all instruments by – Yours truly

I did that about 2 years ago.
I couldn’t really decide if it was a Christmas song or not.
You know, Xmas trees and all.
Or maybe it’s the Theme song for the Kilusang Mayo Uno, in the Philippines.
I don’t know.

Anyway.
Listen to how I butchered this one
and check out the other butchery I have done under the Chorus page.

That’s if you are brave enough.
Or bored.

I think sometimes when we don’t get our prayers answered,
is because God can’t hear us.

And I think the reason why God can’t hear us
is because the Devil is just too fucking loud.

The bastard needs to shut up.
I can’t even hear myself think.

“Do not bring up my past.
I don’t live there anymore.”
–Anonymous

We all work hard to forget such painful memories.
Life already has a way of reminding us of them
at the most inconvenient time,
in the most hurtful way.

Then you start processing it all over again.
It’s really quite maddening.

One thing is for certain.
No matter how much I try,
I still can’t find a Time Machine on eBay.

Trust me.
I checked.