Sunday, January 1, 2017

Year 2017 Starts Today



        
       2016 ended yesterday, it’s 2017 now, so there’s no truth to the rumor that some techie geeks were spreading, that 2016 would be replaced by 2016s. Year 2016 was replaced, it didn’t just get upgraded. It ended yesterday, while this blog ends today. (I was thinking whether to completely delete this blog or just let it float as it is not harming anyone anyway as only minuscule number of people know about this; I decided for the latter, just hid a few personal entries (which were written out of either drunkenness or utter melancholia).
       
       So we have a new year now, I wish my loved ones and friends happiness, good health and more blessings the whole year through while I wish my enemies and former friends sufferings. Lol.
       
       Happy new year. 2016 had been a fairly good year for me and my loved ones, I pray that 2017 would be a lot better. And for my country, the Philippines, I wish it prosperity and less blood. 
       
       And in lieu of writing entries for this blog, I’d probably get busy rebuilding my six-pack abs which unfortunately had been turned into a terrible beer belly.
       
       But if you find abs boring and superficial, there are still lots of productive things to do this new year, like the photo below suggests:


Wednesday, December 28, 2016

George Michael Died On Christmas Day






“You are far,
I'm never gonna be your star,
I'll pick up the pieces
And mend my heart,
Maybe I'll be strong enough,
I don't know where to start,
But I'll never find
Peace of mind,
While I listen to my heart…”
                        "Kissing A Fool," George Michael

       Last Christmas (this is not a cruel pun), music icon George Michael died, apparently,  of a heart attack.  He was 53.
       A little personal anecdote about George: I don’t know if it’s part of an assignment or just a whim, but when she was still in school,  my younger sister brought my Faith album (George Michael’s debut solo album) to her school. Her teacher saw it, listened to it and exclaimed, “Uy, ang gaganda ng songs dito!” The teacher borrowed it, took it home and we never saw the album again. The last time my sister saw her teacher, she (the teacher) was happily humming “I Want Your Sex” to herself.
       I can’t blame the teacher, Faith has always been considered as George Michael’s best album. “Kissing A Fool” is such a gem.
       RIP, George, maybe you can write a song there, together with Prince and David Bowie, who both, sadly, died also this year.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

A Very Old Woman And A Turnstile That Would Not Open




       "Disappointment haunted all my dreams..."
                                              The Monkees, "I'm A Believer"
 

       Yesterday, I had a dazed and surreal day.

       I got out of the house at noon to go to an office complete with a red umbrella, a jacket and a peanut nougat bar in my pocket, the only thing lacking was the reason I  got out of the house— the documents I needed to deposit at the office. I went back to the house—I had already walked several blocks— grabbed the precious documents, braved the rain once again and boarded a passenger jeepney.

       While inside the jeepney, the woman beside me was blatantly lying to someone she was talking to on her cell phone. “It’s a verrrry slow-moving traffic here, we’ve been stuck on the same spot for thirty minutes,” she claimed while the vehicle we were in was fairly moving “And oh, the rain was so heavy and (she mentioned a name) has fallen asleep beside me,” she said. But she was alone and it was just a drizzle. I subtly moved away from her.

       Then, while she continued to lie, a very old woman, who was probably already 342 years old, okay, she’s a lot younger than that but I was almost certain that she’s more than a hundred years old, boarded the jeepney alone. She looked so fragile that we, her co-passengers, were worried that she’d shatter every time she moved and she strangely kept moving from seat to seat.

       I alighted from the jeepney and climbed onto an LRT station, bought a ticket and repeatedly and exasperatedly swiped it but the goddamned turnstile just wouldn’t open. I kept on swiping the ticket, with the queue behind me getting longer until someone pointed out to me that I was swiping the ticket on the wrong part of the machine—too embarrassing, yes and I was at that station at least once a week.

       I finally got in and the train was already arriving when I noticed that I was standing too close to the edge of the platform and was in danger of being hit by the train. Fortunately, I was able to step back in time, boarded the train in one piece and reached the office alive.

       I got out after a few hours, boarded a jeepney again and while fighting the urge to doze off, The Monkees’ “I'm A Believer” started to play in the vehicle’s crappy stereo.

       And today, I woke up sick.

       Most peculiar day, indeed.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Green is The Colour of Pink Floyd's Early Years



       On November 11, 2016, The Early Years 1965-1972,  Pink Floyd’s massive 27-disc box set that includes unreleased outtakes and demos, TV appearance, performance, interviews, three films, and 20 unreleased songs will be released. This is a news that will definitely send the fans jumping for joy—until we realize that it’s too pricey for its US$550 price tag.

       Anyway, the box set includes this previously unreleased video for Green Is The Colour, a songa love song to an island written for the film More. And what can I say? The video is as lovely and as sweet as the song. Seeing Pink Floyd (with Waters in it) performing live is always a delight. 





Green Is The Colour

Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore

She lay in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine made her cry every time

Green is the color of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned