timeless

I am not committed with any morning work but I really dig waking up early. I get up for a nice quick breakfast then I'd be back in bed around 10. I set my TV on every morning tuned in MTV in a really really loud volume, and these past days I’ve been waking up from Will I Am’s “it’s that heat, that heat, that heat…” and that subtle ”po-pota-potota potota heat.. or something something...” from the lingering vocals of Erykah Badu.

I’ve been hearing that tune for like a couple of times, and never thought it was a piece from Sergio Mendes’ cd. I wasn’t particularly a fan of Sergio Mendes. No, I didn’t hate him, I just didn’t care much for him. But I feel like I had to give his music a chance since, my dad (very particular with music he listen to) is a Sergio Mendes fan, so I guess I might be missing something.

I started paying attention every time it is played on TV, and I finally feel some sort of attraction radiating and I think it’s good, but weird good. I think the Sergio Mendes-Will I Am collaboration is too commercial, but it does make sense. Out of curiosity, I hit the internet and googled Sergio Mendes’ recent album. TIMELESS is produced by Will I Am with a Santana vibe collaborating with a variety of artists from pop to R&B.

I went to a record bar the other day, there it was: "po-pota-potota potota heat….” the song was playing in tower records. I took the cd, walked my way to the cashier and played it in the car. I discovered how Will I Am took over the album. You’ll see his name Will I Am on every tracklist and hear his voice on every song.

Well I don't care if Will I AM produced it, it's just disappointing that he imposed himself on most tracks, destroying the beautiful collaborated songs in the album. But the album smoothens as being played halfway through with smile-inducing and titillating tracks; the JohnLegend collabo was superb! so far my favorite track. Timeless is not the Sergio Mendes of our parents, but still has a rich traditional Sergio Mendes’ smooth Brazilian rhythms only with an over flavored music from the black guy.

5.0

The past term was a one hassle semester based on academics. The highest grade that I got was a shitty 2.25 (excluding a lucky 1.25 from my PE haha!) and proudly received a fatty 5.0 which is a failing mark I got from integral calculus. It was not really a huge deal failing that scabby subject since, I know I’m way too lazy to work my ass studying those derivatives, those integration and stuff.. agh. it's hell!

My mom really freaked out as soon as I told her about my grade, I went out of her room as soon as I can, haha.. I had enough of her disparaging words. I guess one more reason why I failed was because of my tardiness and frequent absences, thus missing few quizzes and my professor’s unbearable potato face.

My grades are probably averaging on a bloody 2.5. It surely states that the quality of my work is satisfactory. Shite. I guess there’s more to it than just the numbers. Maybe it’s an experience, a lesson, a matter of prioritizing, learning to sacrifice stuff in order to move forward; besides it's a risky fun getting back from a knock out failure than playing safe, being consistent without learning from a thing.

i lived this way

My Folk's tradition states that we should just stay and sit still at home. We were never allowed to go out during the Holy Week, it said to be a productive time for your family (quoting productive hence, we do absolutely nothing) to commemorate and reflect on the passion of Christ. I remembered some silly lola sayings like… “patay ang diyos bawal tumawa, bawal maligo, bawal malikot or maglaro, ” haha ha all these were carry out since I was young.

I do have ample of time now to reflect how I used to be, or how I lived my life.
Frankly I was one of those lazy-brats thinking it is fair enough living a good life such way. It is so embarrassing to say that I was a tantrum kid, who persistently gets what he wishes after an outburst of temper, followed by those fake tears.

Growing up with this situation, I’ve been entitled to be the sluggish, dependent, non-committing kind of brat afflicting even the nicest and immaculate people surrounding me. I never take responsibility in spite of all the free times that I have. I spend too much time doing nothing, spending hours on TV, keeping myself busy on the computer, making faces in front of the mirror, or stare at the ceiling of my room while lying on my lazy comfy bed waiting for dinner, then repeat this agenda over again. I constantly end my day in my room, play some cds while staring blankly, reflecting how far have I done with my life, what stuff do I still want to do, how many fulfillments have I done… maybe none.

My life is so sweet; I live life spontaneously, roughly make plans, I do get what I want. I’m aware of this, and I do get a lot of fun living this way. But is this the life I should live?

18 years of my life was sadly spent like this, I thought this is the life; I was treated this way, I was an absurd self-centered lad. This life slowly eats me, turning me into an indolent useless being. I am relieved that I am curtly awakened from my comfort. There are perhaps many things in this life that I am the only qualified to do. I should consider how important it is to embrace my own specialness, beyond all the benefits, I must consider my impact on the work world. I need to do my part, take responsibilities, take priorities, I need to grow up.

behind the "real" music

What music do you listen to? It is a common conversation starter and a popular question mostly everyone has been asked or has asked.

I got a text message that my ride would take a little while to pick me up so I grabbed some coffee to kill time. There were two guys far enough to hear their discussion, gabbing ceaselessly about.. music, indie bands, genres, gig scheds, words that caught my little ears’ attention. One lad was running down names of some foreign and local bands, music genres, probably what he’s interested or the ones that sounds cool trying to impress his coffee drinking colleague. All I heard was something like…”astig tumugtog ung sugarfree pare, urbandub maayos sila maglive…blah blah blah”… tapos eto pa….”greenday, fall out boy, my chemical romance.… the cure ganda rin music nila parang retro tagal na pero ganda pa rin pakinggan, parang adult contemporary na luma”.. blah blah.

I hardly can talk…or was I even born yet during the band’s popularity? I do not own any of their album, only a few songs that I downloaded, but I am perhaps more familiar about the Cure’s music. The Cure debuted couple of decades ago, defining their eccentric style as the 80’s dark wave, known for its dark themes, gloomy instrumentation and those silly make-ups. It is definitely far from the soft rock influenced and easy listening music of an adult contemporary style. A number of people found themselves interchanging band names and genres, a little of correction doesn’t hurt, but the embarrassment.. think about it.

Genres nowadays are really confusing with all the numerous styles and variations. I’m sorry if I’m being a rude or offensive eavesdropper questioning how extensive his knowledge is on this matter. I’m not a connoisseur or a so-called aficionado of music but… its just that he’s really an awful music-lover-pretender.

It is not easy to define music genres today, but it is the universal interest and the most talked about matter present on every conversation… and something an eavesdropper can write about in his blog.

blog no. 3

This would be my third attempt in blogging. The first blog was a complete failure, one post could never last a week. The second attempt was a so-called “album reviews” shitness. Haha. It was a failure for both my blog and my critic wannabe life. Haha. All of which I deleted, and somehow start again with a really really different attempt, something new and better and personal and enjoyable and particular.

So what should I expect from this? ewan. not much of shitness. I guess a handful of experiences, somehow typical and familiar of what a blog would be. Expect some stupid entries, stupid experiences, crazy ideas and sensitive writings.