To my 2004 self

Dear 2004 self,

8 years from now, you will be able to watch a couple of your favorite bands live in Manila. Yes, your emo heart will not explode because eight years is enough time to get over post-teenage angst.

You will be singing along to Transatlanticism live in the flesh (#bestillyouremoheart–that’s a HASHTAG, by the way haha), but also to a whole lot of new songs you will also love, like What Sarah Said (cry, cry, cry) and You Are a Tourist.




And yes, you’re gonna get that setlist!


Hopscotch will be long gone by this time, but you’ll see The Used with the same fun and dumb friends, and of course, Wacky! (Why I’m saying “of course” is another surprise! Haha!)



Yup, they’ll play Blue and Yellow, but they won’t play Buried Myself Alive. And Bert won’t be able to reach the high notes anymore, but that’s okay because you’ll see the funniest wall of death and mosh pit ever!

Oh, Chris Carrabba’s also there at the same concert (gasp number two!). His is an acoustic set, but don’t worry–you’ve already seen him two years ago with the rest of the band.


And then, there’s Taking Back Sunday. YES! I’m not shitting you.



John Nolan’s back with them! And he’ll be singing the only Straylight Run song you know. Yep.

It’s just April, but your 2012 will be awesome. I promise.


This Will Be Our Year

Making a playlist for my sister’s upcoming wedding. Mostly swing jazz, a few not-so-cheesy songs (sorry I will never ever have shit like King and Queen of Hearts in my playlist. EVER) and stumbled upon The Zombies’ This Will Be Our Year. And then I got a bit cheesy.

It started with you saying this will be our year but “our” meant separate efforts to make both our year THE YEAR. We both had blah 2010s and had the same optimistic feeling towards 2011: it was the lose weight-be the shit-mode that probably came from the afterglow of making new year’s resolutions. But it was nice to have someone cheering you on.

And it was nicer when at the lowest point in your life that someone cracked really stupid jokes, took you out to have a good time, and made you realize life’s too short to be sad/angry/bitter at something or someone when things didn’t work out.

So yeah, it still is our year. 🙂 And it did take a long time to come since we have known each other more nearly a decade before all the cheese.

Sorry for the mush. I’ve been listening to a whole slew of love songs the whole afternoon and I’m not even done with the playlist yet. Any suggestions? (please no more Just The Way You Are!)


A few months before the concert, I decided I wouldn’t be able to go because the tickets were ridiculously expensive (the VIP tickets cost just as much as flying to another Asian country on a promo fare and buying front row tickets to her show there!). A few weeks before the concert, we decided that we didn’t really need front row tickets so we would settle for the GenAd seats–so I talked to several friends and they all agreed to go. A few DAYS before the concert they all started backing out. On the day itself, I was torn between pre-booking Harry Potter IMAX tickets or sucking it up and going to Araneta by myself. Then at 5PM, M sends me a message and tells me she won a pair of Upper Box B tickets! Someone’s lucky, lucky, lucky!


Our seats were a notch below GenAd, but it made a difference!



What can I say! It was one of the BEST shows I’ve been to. And it was twice the fun since I was with M–she’s game for anything, even for “beating the beat” JS style while dancing to Can’t Get You Out of My Head!






I took these photos with a Lumix LX5–even I was amazed with the results! I’m in love with this camera! 🙂

So happy she sang one of my favorite songs too!




The heat is killing me

It was almost 36 degrees outside yesterday. Summer’s fashionably late. If I can only come to work in beach shorts and a swimsuit. Meanwhile, it’s been nonstop Miami Horror on the iPod:

Will upload pictures of the great weekend with my bestest girl friends! Been hanging out with the guys a bit too much that I’ve forgotten how good it is to squeal and oggle and talk about shit guys don’t understand.

All the Pretty Girls

I wish I could say it was a Saturday night and we’d all be hanging out, but for the moment just having them playing on the background is enough. Except for those times I attempted to go out for a run (which is really a jog/walk), they’ve been keeping me company for weeks now. Maybe I haven’t gotten over my dream of being musically gifted. Haha.

I wish I could say “here are my girls”.

Coeur de Pirate

Sometimes I also wish I could sing in another language, like Beatrice Martin, also know as Coeur de Pirate. Her amazing tattoos will never look amazing on me.

Or how about borrowing Eliza Doolittle‘s legs and quirky style even for a day. Indeed a fair lady who makes afternoons worthwhile.

Now here’s a girl who I love, because she makes awesome covers with her delicate voice (Passion Pit’s Sleepyhead was the first song that had me at oooooooohhh) Ellie Goulding‘s cover of Elton John’s Your Song made me cry (while I was at!), and I like this better than the Moulin Rouge version.

Oh, and she can pass for Drew Barrymore’s English cousin!

And of course, there’s Adele. You want to cry and remember a heartbreak you buried deep down into the earth’s core? Listen to this.

Not that I’m a big fan of Meg and Dia, but they are adorbz when they sing–like the girls you wish you hung out with in high school. Speaking of school, Ignition (Remix) was a favorite in college and for a straight week we listened to it from our groupmate’s house to school. It was a 7-10 minute drive that was approximately 1.5-1.75 songs.

Well, I do call them “My Girls” on my iPod.