Sunday, March 23, 2014

Goddamn.

So...I'm going to Hong Kong!!!

And for some reason I suddenly felt awful. Ha ha ha. What the fuck, life. I don't really understand you, but please stop these inexplicable bursts of emotion. I'm useless being insane and feeling shit, OK.

Bring back my happy and carefree self!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Indeed.


Tangina. Ang saya ng buhay, laging ganito.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Please Please Me.

Dear office bosses,

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please make my wish happen. It's my dream to be part of a FIPRESCI jury.

Begging,
Richard

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Hindi maiiwasan.

Death anniversary ni Nanay ngayon. Walang makapagpapalimot sa akin ng araw na iyon, ng lahat ng sakit at lungkot. Pero iniisip ko na lang, tulad ng sinasabi ng iba, nasa lugar na siya na walang paghihirap. Wala nga lang kami roon. Miss na miss na kita, Nay. Sobra. Walang araw na lumipas na hindi kita naisip. Ikaw ang pinakamamahal ko sa lahat.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Bryce x Jonny


Tangina, ang ganda!

Saturday, March 1, 2014

La La La.

My life right now:


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Guess I'm doing fine.


The new Beck record has the answers to almost all my questions these days. It's said to be a companion piece to Sea Change, and I am destined to love it for that reason alone, but I haven't expected that it will make me feel good, that it will comfort me despite its heartbreaking tone. I'm more than happy to carry it around for weeks and months and forever.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Sea of love.

The stress before these pictures happened was immense, but whenever I look at them now and notice how clueless and awkward I was, it feels like my life is just waiting for this moment to come.



Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Cold feet.

Here's the thing: it's 20 minutes past 1 am, on the 19th of February, more than a day and a half before The National's gig in Manila, and I don't know why I feel this way. Cue: Orient Pearl.

A few weeks ago, while in Samar and Leyte doing field work, I was dying of excitement, texting friends who are going to the concert and bombarding them with lyrics and nonsense, like how this was a dream we had years ago and who would have thought it's about to come true in a matter of days.

When I returned to Manila on Friday, for some reason, I felt a little...unexcited, even unhappy. I just don't understand. And god, I'm 26 and no longer a fucking teen. Dear feelings, why, with all the time in the world, are you messing with me now! I'm supposed to be giddy and high and smiling, but now I'm sulking huhu. I'm not even looking forward to the interview because I have a feeling I'll just fuck things up huhuhu.

Perhaps because it's one of the biggest turning points of my life and I want it to be perfect, and I have a feeling it won't be perfect and something unfavorable will happen and I hate that I can't do something about it.

Last night I dreaded checking the set list in Tokyo but I still ended up checking it and saw that they did only 19 songs, which is 6 songs fewer than their usual full set, and that made me feel really awful huhuhu.

GOD PLEASE MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

TIGHTEN THE SCREWS IN MY HEAD

BRING BACK MY CONFIDENT AND HAPPY SELF

GOD MATT JUST PLAY AT LEAST 25 SONGS PLEASEE

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Optimistic.

I'm headed for Tacloban in a few hours and I haven't had any sleep. My flight is at 4:50 am and by the time I reach the airport our team will go straight to Samar.

I'm excited about this project, I have waited years for this, but my god I'm feeling nervous. This will be my first book and it has a deadline, so my emotions are really extreme. I want it to be great. I want it to please me. I want to be proud of it. I don't know what to expect. I don't want to fuck up. I don't want to get distracted. Please please please, lord of all lords, help me write it well. Clear my mind. Let me find the proper words. OK sorry I'm babbling.

Anyway.



Something I'm also excited and nervous about. Feb 20!!!!! God!!! My nerves are killing me!!! I just want everything to be fucking great!! What the fuck is wrong with that!!

Breathe in, breathe out. Be back soon.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Attack of good memories.


SHIT why do I suddenly miss things? Aw god please make it all better. Please please please. Now.

Alive.


Hello, I'm still alive. I still have the same feeling, though. Why is it taking so long? I just want things to be better. Come on, come. Give it to me. Make my life better. Make it soon. Soon. Before I turn crazy.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Cloud Catalog #169.

So last week I had a Trouble Will Find Me listening party, alone and happy, the way it should be:

I had fun, obviously.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Cloud Catalog #168.


So I was on my way to work this morning and since I was having a hard time reading I decided to listen to Trouble Will Find Me instead, an impulse I usually get in the last few days. The jeep finally reached Skyway and "Graceless" was playing and it's one of those "I'm so happy I could die" moments so I texted Petra and Ali: "Trouble Will Find Me on Skyway! I see people on the floor, sliding to the sea!" Not more than five minutes later, one of the wheels got busted and the driver parked it on the side, making me panic. I looked at my phone: 5:36. Oh my god. Nooooo. I ran to the nearest bus stop.

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I am putting this in writing so I'd be forced to remember: NO MORE EXCESSIVE BUYING OF BOOKS !!!! Save up !!! You never know when a National concert might happen !!! Within the year !!! Or early next !!! Please !!! Make it happen !!! THE NATIONAL CONCERT FOR THE SECOND TIME PLEASE !!!


Cloud Catalog #168.


I want want want want want want this hug.

Cloud Catalog #167.


Do I need a reason for posting this? Another day. Another day with these guys trying to save it.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Cloud Catalog #166.

So this happened yesterday:

And then someone crazy picked it up: And voilĂ ! Life can be sweet sometimes.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Cloud Catalog #165.

I wish I could tell you everything, but since I have stopped writing here I feel that putting feelings into words is no longer important, no longer relevant to anyone or to anything even to myself.

But yesterday was something I'd like to recall, or at least look back on because I remember doing the same thing when High Violet was released.

Trouble Will Find Me was leaked two days ago and since my laptop kept crashing I only managed to listen to it yesterday. The first thing I did when I arrived at the office was download it, and fortunately, since doing that was forbidden, I was able to do so without getting reprimanded. So download I did, and funny how the simple act of transferring the tracks to iTunes made me weak, so feeble, frailed by the easiness of the task.


I had work to do that day, a bit heavy in fact, but from time to time I switched to this window. How calming it was, how liberating. I was happy it turned out to be good upon first listen.

And as you can see in that photo, I browsed through some old posts I wrote on The National. I even came across an entry I wrote after I first listened to High Violet. April 2010, a time when Iya and Nanay were still alive. They saw me playing the album in the living room so many times. Mostly on the weekend. They listened to that album, unconsciously, I played it and I knew they heard it. They knew how much I loved it. Now both of them have departed.

That same morning Petra and I were texting each other, gushing, obviously sharing the same feeling. Then she said: 


And it's weird being told this because sometimes, out of vanity and self-centeredness, I feel that it's true.

I listened, listened, and listened. A number of phrases made me tremble:

I have only two emotions Careful fear and dead devotion. I can’t get the balance right. Throw all my marbles in the fire. I see all the ones I wept for All the things I had it in for I won’t cry until I hear 'Cause I was not supposed to be here.

Oh, when I lift you up you feel Like a hundred times yourself I wish everybody knew What's so great about you 

Let’s go wait out in the fields with the ones we love. 

I'm in the city you hated My eyes are falling Counting the clicks with the living dead My eyes are red 

There's a science to walking through windows without you 

Am I the one you think about When you're sitting in your faintin' chair drinking pink rabbits? 

Tunnel vision lights my way Leave a little life today

I listened to it more intently after work. I walked around two bookstores in Alabang Town Center, and I guess I felt so happy that I bought books and realized how I'd poor I'd be in the coming days.


Life is short. Make the most out of it. Embrace its sadness and joy. Its pain and pleasure. Look forward, look back, it doesn't matter. Just live.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Cloud Catalog #164.




Here's a game. Name a movie director whose entire filmography you like. Also, your crush. 

Mine is Alexander Payne! (obviously, based on the pics above) Look at that gray hair and those sad eyes. What a turn-on. He's a very talented writer, too.  

And can I just say I love Neil Gaiman but Payne's the handsomer version. 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Cloud Catalog #163.

Dear life,

For many months I've resisted the urge to complain about you, thinking that by accepting what you are giving me I am being regarded as someone very patient, that by not succumbing to my constant bouts of depression and writing about them I am showing signs of improvement, hence a little part of me is expecting some sort of reward or at least a semblance of it, because I still happen to be a human being, needy and wanting, but as days go by and as I reach my wits' end I realize how useless it is to hope for something better, that the futility of everything is making me scared and weary at the same time, that whatever I do is pointless, that whatever I am is hopeless.

I feel sorry for myself, and I feel sorry for my misfortunes.

Miserably yours,

Cipher in the dumpster