Posted by estranged_parts at 01:00 AM on January 22, 2009.
i hate seeing you looking down
a beautiful face, wear a frown
hold still, enjoy your pace
with time the picture will fade
look up so i can see
look up so i can see
with melancholic symmetry
of 2nd movements in symphonies
a million fireflies on a tree
you burn the brightest for me
the saddest lines
a poet could write
give me a chance to
make them smile
Posted by estranged_parts at 11:54 PM on October 2, 2008.
a pack a day keeps the demons away.
Posted by estranged_parts at 01:31 AM on July 19, 2008.
So totoo pala yun. Pag nasa loob ka ng eksena ng isang near death
experience, nangyayari yung flash back. 24 yrs kumasya sa 1 minutong
pagmumuni-muni. Kwento ko nalang yung nangyari para mabawasan ang
stress ko.
Sa return flight namin ng SS kahapon pauwi ng Manila
galing Osamis City via Air Philippines nangyari ang lahat. Pumasok kami
sa isang madilim at makapal na ulap. Biglang kumalabog ng malakas.
Turbulence daw kaya nag-on yung fasten your seatbelt sign. Pero anak ng
pating na turbulence yan. Feeling ko ako yung beans sa loob ng maracas
ng isang latin band. "Relax lang, turbulence lang to" ang sabi ko sa
isip ko habang humihigpit yung hawak ko sa arm rest.
Tumagal ng
halos 1 min. yung bayolenteng anak ng pating na turbulence. Kumalabog
ulit. Mas malakas dun sa una. Tapos naramdaman na ko yung unti-unting
pag tungo ng eroplano at rinig na rinig ko yung acceleration ng bilis
ng lipad (lipad parin ba yun kahit pababa?). "Wow. Hanep. Ito na ba
talaga yon? Hindi pa ako handa eh. Ayoko pang mamatay." kinakausap ko
nanaman sarili ko. Tapos ayun na may mga humihiyaw, umiiyak, sumisigaw
ng "LORD! LORD!!!"at dun tumama sakin na baka ito na nga talaga.
Flashback!
Mga mahal sa buhay, mga masasayang pangyayari, at kung ano anong
chenes. Put@#& !#@! Hindi lang flashback, may flash forward pa!
Nakita ko yung headlines sa dyaryo kinabukasan. Naisip ko rin na kunin
yung celphone ko at mag text o tumawag sa mga importanteng tao para
magpaalam pero grabe na yung gforce sa katawan ko pinipisak ako sa
upuan. Pati mukha ko parang napupunit na. Walang sinabi ang
rollercoaster. Promise. Hinihintay ko nalang din bumagsak yung oxygen
masks pero hindi bumaba (sayang hindi tuloy kumpleto yung experience).
Halos
isang minuto rin bago unti unting umangat yung nguso ng eroplano at
dahan dahang guminhawa ang pakiramdam ko. Kinuha ko agad yung PSP ko
kasi naisip ko kailangan ko sumoundtrip para pampakalma. Sa sobrang
panginginig ng kamay ko hindi ako makapili ng maayos kasi kung ano
anong buttongs yung napipindot ko. Ayun sa wakas lumiwanag muli at
ikinatutuwa kong makita na mataas pa ang altitude namin. Hindi yung
tipong pwede ng makisindi ng yosi sa mangingisdang naglalambat sa
dagat.
Nagawa pa naming magbirubiruan agad tungkol sa
nangyari, pero alam ko na tactics lang yon para mabawasan ang takot at
kaba. Pano ba naman, nung pa take-off na kami nagtaasan pa ng kamay na
parang rollercoaster ang sinasakyan namin. Ngayon ko lang rin narealize
na yung sinoundtrip ko ay kanta ng Mae, ang title, SUSPENSION hahaha!
Sa
madaling salita, nabuhay kaming lahat. Palakpakan (kaming mga pasaway
sa likod) nung lumapag ang eroplano. May mga hinimatay pala nun. May
lola pa at may sanggol na iilang buwan palang. Kasama rin pala namin
yung Rivermaya sa flight na yun.
Nakakapraning ang ulap.
Disclaimer:
Ang mga nabanggit na timeframes ay mga estimate lamang. Pasensiya na
kung hindi ko na-on yung stopwatch sa celphone ko.
Posted by estranged_parts at 12:06 AM on June 10, 2008.
i hate seeing you looking down
beautiful face, wear a frown
hold still, enjoy your pace
with time the pic will fade
look up so i can see
look up so i can see
your eyes speak
the saddest lines
a poet could write
give me
a chance to
make them smile
Posted by estranged_parts at 12:27 AM on April 28, 2008.
parang yung kumot
na pumulupot
sa katawang paikot ikot
sa pagtulog
niyakap ng bangungot
tuwing pumipiglas
lalong humihigpit
ang iyong kapit
sana ay huwag mangawit
nagising sa isang kalabit
hindi magpapatalo
gigising at babangon
mula ngayon lalaban
kahit anong iharang
Posted by estranged_parts at 01:13 PM on March 4, 2008.
Posted by estranged_parts at 02:40 PM on February 4, 2008.
Taken from:
http://bigbadjamman.blogspot.com/2008/01/r-i-p-campus-radio.html
With the unceremonious termination of 97.1 Barangay LS's on-air staff, comprised of former Campus Radio Air Force crew members The Triggerman (Boseramo), Jimmy Jam (Atong Bomb), John Hendrix (Johnny Baby), Joe Spinner (Boy Tisoy), Braggy (Barako Jones), Master T (Tito Papito), Jaybee (Istrowberi) and May-Anne (Mystery Girl), the complete and utter demise of Campus Radio 97.1 WLS-FM is official.
The abovementioned staff chose to remain at WLS, even after the equally unceremonious reformat of Campus Radio into Barangay LS, in spite of massive changes the station underwent, swallowing their pride and marching on like the professional troopers they are. With an all-new, all-sucky, all-masa format, replete with all-tagalog adlibs and mediocre jokes ala WKC, they bravely followed suit and performed their tasks to the fullest of their abilities, which brought the fledgling new format from its #6 rating position in early 2007 to #4 by the end of that year. Not bad for a station that did not offer big prize giveaways nor large cash prizes as come-ons to listeners, but merely by the music and its new personas. Not bad for a bunch of broadcasters not really like what they had to do, but did it all anyway.
But it was all for naught.
By now it's all moot point, decisions have been made and plans have been executed,
and though January 16, 2008 marked the end of an era in Philippine radio history, it is just that.. history. It is now chalked up as another one for the ages. But history is the past. And it is meant to be left there, in the past. For there is still the future to look forward to. A very bright, promising and better future ahead. Much like the legendary Phoenix, which dies a fiery end, much like Campus Radio did, shall rise from its ashes, to live once again.. so shall Campus Radio.
In time."
This sad, sad news really moved me. I was really hoping that LS would resurrect its previous format Campus Radio since the Barangay LS movement is not doing so well with its competition. The birth of yet another boom-tarat-tarat-ispageti-pamela station is not healthy for the industry. They eat up airwaves for good music, and gives more room for money-making-lito-camo "hits" which are force fed to the masses' ears until their eardrums pop loud enough that their brains get shaken and get hipnotized due to the shock.
And now, they fire the jocks. The good jocks. The best jocks. I guess now, as long as you're the bungangera type loudmouth who throws double-meaning, sexually-suggestive comments on air, you can be a jock. Seriously, do you guys enjoy commuting to your school or work and start your day with these voices? I don't even want to get started with the music, but aren't you sick of 20, 30 yr. old songs being sung all over again by entertainers (i'm not gonna even call them artists) who just swim with the waves of the passé successes of the songs they're singing?
As an artist, we strive to make good, sensible, original music. I know we can't please everybody. We're not even trying. Just expressing ourselves, our skills, and talents, and not joining any bandwagon for that matter. OPM is what we do. We write songs. We perform them. Sometimes we pay homage to our idols and we play their songs for our own pleasure. Give us a break. Give us some credits. We even have more chances on winning in the lottery than getting fuckingly rich and famous for what we do.
But we don't have all the power to sustain this cause. We don't own the airwaves. We also have to rely on corporate suits to be promoted, to be heard.
To the big bosses up there: Have a sense of social responsibility. You have media to influence the people. You know what's right. I bet you're not cruising around town in your gas guzzling, sound set-upped SUVs and blast around tunes of Itaktak mo. You're in there, comfortable, singing to your favorite pop, or jazz, or favorite band that you claim "didn't sell out", or heck even classical music. You know what's good for yourself, share it with us, with the masses. Don't be too greedy.
I am ranting. Let me get my cello and practice my classical pieces.
Currently listening to: Sherwood
Currently feeling: Just finished ranting
Posted by estranged_parts at 11:27 AM on November 17, 2007.
i see you from across the room
our eyes meet for the first time
its not just you and me inside this crowded place
somehow it just feels right
your pupils tell me that its on tonight
do i make a move
or wait for you to come out
you hide yourself behind those nerdy glasses
but still i came through
your pupils tell me that now's my chance
save me save me from this world
cut me cut the lines that twirl me around
away from this machine, let's run away
that's what i thought your eyes said
Posted by estranged_parts at 11:09 AM on October 24, 2007.
siyam na taon
paano magpapaalam
mga magkakaibigang
walang kamuwang-muwang
mga musmos palang
walang kamalay malay
buhay ay puro laro
di naman ganong sineseryoso
ngunit ngayon ko lang ito
natatanong ulit saking sarili
mga tanong na di parin
nasagot ng panahon
sinong papalit sa iyo
sa taguan, sa patintero
ikaw pa naman ang malupit
pag patotot ang iyong pwesto
sabi nga nila sa akin
kulang lang ang iyong kama
parang natutulog lang
sabi ng nanay nya
di ko tuloy alam kung pano...
pano nga magpapaalam
kung natutulog ka lang?
*nung bata pa ako, naranasan kong mawalan ng isang kalaro at kaibigan buhat ng isang trahedya. "parang natutulog lang nga." sabi ng nanay nya pagdalaw ko sa kanyang burol. kaya minsan, di parin ako naniniwala na pwedeng pumanaw ng ganun kaaga.
Posted by estranged_parts at 03:25 PM on June 14, 2007.
Don't mind what they say
They don't know what they see
They're blinded by our light
Too bright for their sight
We don't need to hide
For what we have is right
For what we feel is right
The last thing that we need
A lifetime love affair
There's nobody else
A lifetime love affair
Can't be somebody else
Some wouldn't understand
They don't know what is real
Raindrops and teardrops
Fall to the ground
Choose any runway
Takeoff for our flight