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.

This was taken at my Brother’s wedding, years ago.

Sometimes, you get reminded of people you care about,
and ponder on all the things you experienced together.

Remembering my Dad on his birthday,
made me reminisce about a whole bunch of things.

The long talks during a long car drive.
The Father – Son arguments we had.
The music he introduced me to.
The jokes and pranks that he always do.
The courage I gather whenever I borrow the car.
The courage I gather when I am late returning the car.
Him catching me climbing our gates to sneak inside the house at night.
Him offering me my first beer.
Him thinking he gave me my first beer.
Him telling me his side of the story.
And me eagerly listening.

Happy Birthday, Dad!
I miss talking to you.

This site is on its way to being renewed for another year.

I have pondered ending this site many a-times,
with all the social networking sites and an all time low on hits,
shutting this down has been marinating in my head for a long time.
Not to mention it costs money to run this.

But you know me,
I don’t give up easily.

So we’ll give this another shot.
See what else we can add to this thing.

Thanks to you too for always checking it out.
Don’t worry. This site has been sanitized for your protection.

Seriously. It’s on my disclaimer.

Don’t you ever wonder sometimes,
what is the point to all of this?

Everything?

Really?

Just when you think you are back on your feet,
another senseless things waits on its heels and hits you.

Is it just me?
Or I have no idea what I am talking about?

Yeah.
Probably.
Again.

If you really want to define it.

Music is what keeps me sane.
It is what keeps me going.
It is always in my head.
My life is a stew of rhythms, notes and beats.

You hit a sad note once in a while,
but you keep on playing.

You just, keep on playing.

What is it to you?

“Hey.
Didn’t you say you’re gonna update this site more often?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Well, where are they?”

“Uhm. I didn’t really say when.
Plus you should know by now that my disorder is that I’m a compulsive liar.
In fact I’m lying to you right now.”

Gimme a break. I’m always on drugs since the surgery. And I’m also lazy.
You should know that by now too.