the premise of this piece — tagged by my friend joy, a huge music cognoscenti, i managed to delve into my music box, sort through my choices and narrow them to a few entries.
the tag line — list seven songs you are into right now. no matter what the genre, whether they have words or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you are enjoying now. then tag seven people to see what they are listening to. post these instructions to your live journal/blog along with your seven songs. then tag seven other people to see what they are listening to.
the list — 1. butterflies and hurricanes - Muse (Absolution, 2003) muse is my band of the moment. a song about change and being the best. the usual. but the strings are captivating.
2. thoughts of a dying atheist - Muse (Absolution, 2003) same album. got hooked on the title.
3. the small print - Muse (Absolution, 2003) haven’t gotten round to the band’s other albums yet. great arrangement on this song. poignant.
4. kids with guns — Gorillaz (Demon Days, 2005) the title reminds me of the film city of god. virtual bands are kind of neat and damon albarn is kind of cute.
5. wishlist – Pearl Jam (Yield, 1999) one of my all time favorites from pearl jam. kept on watching their appearance on letterman to promote the album via the web.
6. world wide suicide – Pearl Jam (Pearl Jam, 2006) the theme for this latest release reeks of sadness.
7. daysleeper – REM (Up, 1998) i sleep a lot. sleep is the best laxury.
the seven bloggers for tagging (only if you’re up to it) — charmie, rian, cecile, rai-rai, sigrid, g-net and den. happy blogging!
it was a startling single-life, when my thoughts maneuvered around self and family, tiger woods, baseball, checking nba stats, reading, watching prosaic films. my idea of sports three years ago didn’t include humongous horses standing guard in case the home and away fans would descend into extreme inebriated violence. now, the left side of the road would be my oyster and bidding farewell to the green stuff isn’t actually pleasant.
never been much of a social person or a kitchen entity, my interests gravitate towards desolation. probably with a sprinkling of patience and practice i can whip up the finest dishes and who knows, throw a party to celebrate an event. that wouldn’t include my betrothal as i did a sharon cuneta, not with gabby but with kiko. which one of of the megastar’s marriages persevered?
henceforth, although i have to compromise with lights and space. i get to listen to muse, metallica and tool. understand the intricacies of darts. learn more about stumps and wickets. move with the crowd at white hart lane and cheer for spurs with the gangly bean poles. have someone tie my shoe laces. romance is not maudlin gibberish. it’s actually sweet.
the last time i was glued to the sports screen was during game one of mets-dodgers, in a tiny nook in makati, the dodgers lost that match. i think i was already in bacolod by the time los angeles dropped the entire series.
then my other half, who likes the mets, posted this question, if greg maddux retires, which team would you support? the answer is. i don’t know. i rooted for all things atlanta braves when mr. maddux was with chipper jones and company. there was the phase with the cubs when he was traded to chicago. after that, i tried my best to bend a little when the former bespectacled pitcher (he’s had lasik surgery years ago) and avid golfer got to the mound in LA. as the right-hander hits 41 next season, are my days as a baseball fan on its final breaths? not really. with the illustrious maddux as good as he is, he will end up as a pitching coach somehow in the major leagues. or better yet, manager? too farfetched? (photo from usatoday.com)
alonzo won suzuka. meaning schumacher would only finish runner-up in what he is saying as his last season. the brazil grand prix would be the german’s last race. it is highly unlikely that the spaniard would not secure a point, as schumi said “fernando is a very good driver.” would i still be in my element for formula one after schumacher? tricky question. i would just ogle montoya at nascar. i’m not into the columbian. but raikkonen doesn’t propel my usual shrieks.
i’ll be getting hitched in the morning but there’s time to catch a bit of pba somewhere in the evening. it’s been ages since i’ve seen pinoy baskeball. the last time i saw james yap, he was with UE. but i’m into limpot sightings. 10 minutes playing time is fine.
now, got to get the rings ready for the formal union.
still reeling from the untimely passing of my friend, i was ruminating on the variety of people who are giving me a hard time. top on my list are definitely those who were educated at the school of that small town in tinimbang ka ngunit kulang or in the red state of american politics. but what is bewildering is i couldn’t connect jenny shimuzu with the puritans? or why brooke meyers is so boring compared to lisa rowe? and who would have thought that kate hudson and chris robinson union would not last a decade?
next on the loop are the frozen shoulders contingent. because i’m so wishy-washy, i get affected by frowns, extreme silence and contemptuous comments emanating from the better than most and holier than all of you personalities. shouldn’t we just deal with people who will give us the good vibes and not the negative energy? anyhow, we need to endure hardships in order to live and continue breathing. i shouldn’t be such a wimp. (photo from almalatina.net)
