Kwentong Barbero

It’s already 8pm and I haven’t taken my bath. I’ve switched on the water heater since 7. Gaah.

Lazy ass.

OPM

OPM has been(and still is) a very big part of my life with music. I can say that a lot of Filipino’s are very talented in the field of music. The thing is the ones who are talented are the one’s who aren’t recognized. Just by watching underground gigs and indie bands play you could spot a lot already. To name a few we have Blutith, Jack Rufo, and Ian Umali.

It’s not that I don’t like mainstream OPM, I just think that a lot of people are shallow and they underrate too much. That’s one reason why lot of musicians get sucked in the “black hole”, what I mean by this is they’d rather play something the masses would appreciate more rather than play something that they really enjoy and like at the same time. I guess that’s one downside, a very big one.

I hope people would widen their range when it comes to music, but who am I to judge anyway. Whatever floats your boat.

Inception is overrated

I loved it as did everyone else. And I mean everyone. Then, I started to resent it because of how big it got. Soon I started to hate it. I felt it was prenentious and way to hipster-ish. 

Time’s Up

it was ugly. the words used were shameful. we even had to resort to physicality because the words we fired at each other didn’t hurt anymore. they didn’t hurt enough anymore. i could still feel the warmth of your slap on my left cheek.

the funny thing was, everything was so simple that they hardly made any sense. i had always told you that you were smart beyond your years and that i was smart beyond human smartness. that annoyed you a lot. perhaps, that was the very reason why i always said it. you were extremely cute when annoyed. that was a compliment i had said openly. insult was what you called it. we always give two different names, tags, labels to one and the same thing.  light and dark, both obscured us. but you were mine and i was happy that you had selfishly owned me. we were far from being perfect. a million light years from being compatible or even functional as a couple. it didn’t matter. we didn’t consider ourselves as a couple anyway. one and two, we never did see the difference. that excited us both, the sort of forced deviance, at the start. perversion, even.

we had made love like we would die if a day passed that we had not done it. discretion was an alien concept to us. it had been good. might even be the best ones for me. i couldn’t take that away from you. but again, everything should be in moderation. when i had vaguely told you that, you freaked out and broke into a long dramatic monologue, where you said that i had greatly severed your self-esteem and that i was on the brink of leaving you. of course, i had said no. it was always better to say the things that you wanted to hear so that i could eat. you always had to talk those long talks during dinner. you probably fancied perfectly stone cold meals, i didn’t really know, i forgot to ask you.

you said that i protested too much. that i was exhausting and immature. when i asked you because of what that you came to that conclusion, you always shout back, in that shrill voice of yours i had somehow associated with fighting video games, “Just because!” those times were the not so rare times that i had truly pondered why i loved you. it was probably the gifts you bought me or the way you had made me feel like i was  mr.universe sometimes. love knew no reason, after all. they got acquainted once but they turned their backs on each other an instant later.

the last fight as it turned out was the final and the ugliest. you had called me names,  half of which i didn’t even understand. that half i had thrown back at you, that had annoyed you a lot. it satisfied me more than your gifts, that look on your face. my satisfaction probably manifested in a broad smile because that was when you had slapped me. five seconds later. we were screaming at each other, trying to claw each other’s eyes out. inflicting the most pain in any way was the game. no one was winning. no one ever did and would. all that happened while in the background, the song “Lemon Tree” by Fools Garden blared. another one of your gifts, a surround sound entertainment system. oh how i loved you.

when the fight was over, we were over as well. you left my house and went home. i didn’t want to stay for i didn’t want to see and clean the mess we had created: broken glass and magazines littered the floor, throw pillows everywhere. i went down to the garage and entered my car to drive somewhere. to the mall or the park, i didn’t really know. my thoughts would take me there. my hand on the steering wheel, my feet on the pedals, my eyes on the road, i drove away, singing though i didn’t know why, “I’m turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around. And all that I can see is just another lemon tree…”

aegis for all seasons

deardiarya:

eeeetttttooooo akoooohhh

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