because whatever will be, will be

at first play, i didn't like queen's innuendo. i thought it was too slow, too crawling, freddie's rough vocals partially wrecking the song (though this would be the case in late queen albums anyway), steve howe's guitar solo only eliciting a meh from me, etc etc. in short, i thought it was a stain in what was a good greatest hits II compilation (next to headlong, but its tempo saved it a little).

but of course, such music that grows on you over time does exist, and innuendo is one of them. maybe my first time hearing it, it was a fleeting moment. maybe i wasn't paying attention too much. first, i gained respect for the classical guitar solo, followed by brian may's own rendition of it on electric guitar. then i gained respect for the very elaborate orchestration. and then i really just loved it for what it is, down from the first note to the lyrics. then i learned it was a tribute to led zep's kashmir. (it does sound somewhat like it. makes it better.) that just took the cake.

so, here it is - innuendo. one of the most underrated masterpieces in the catalogue.

why does love got to be so sahaaad

this morning (somehow i just don't want to sleep yet) i'm downloading the rest of layla and other assorted love songs - which is, like, the songbook of songbooks about unrequited love - while downloading allman brothers band songs (there's a connection between the two, figure it out, click the link, read). they're quite ethereal, perfect for a long night.

anyway, i'll upload the pictures when i regain the gumption to even think about some of them.

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Now playing: Derek & the Dominos - Bell Bottom Blues
via FoxyTunes

she can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye

it seems that don henley was right, apparently, it's interesting when people die. i can't take the news anymore, friends, ladies and gentlemen. it's sickening now. i know i'm strong of heart and definitely not the queasy type, but jesus, every anchorperson who's on at 7:30 tells of murders and deaths with such an interested, and almost, just a teeny bit, happy tone!

i personally like mike enriquez but i just can't get with the program here anymore. he says the word "patay!" as if he's actually happy about it. i'm sure he doesn't really give a rat's ass about what happened or who died, since that's pretty much 60% of everyday news, but damn it, he makes it sound like war is finally over and peace finally reigns on earth. okay, i'm exaggerating, but any tone that is not somber when talking about death and destruction, jesus, it's just not right.

the news has no more integrity, my friends. right now its only use is to tell us when to not get up early.

but we can always whistle that mike post theme! that's the beauty of suspension of disbelief, isn't it?

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Now playing: Chicago - Mongonucleosis
via FoxyTunes

out of my hair

some two weeks ago (actually i don't clearly remember when it began) my mother started pestering me about having a haircut. obviously, i not-really-all-that-politely declined to her suggestion. not so obviously, i thought the discussion ended at that. apparently not, i shoulda thought so.

i would've been fine with normal pestering, really, but after a while she began to cite reasons that ranged from the subjective ("it looks ugly") to the absurd (it causes my slight sudden outbreak of pimples - it does come as a surprise really because my face is generally pimple-free) to the so-degrading-it's-kinda-pathetic-really (mukha akong taong grasa, to which i responded that negs looked more like a hobo with his scraggly beard =)) peace, my brother) to backfired degradation (i look like a lion, to which i said, cool) to comparison with my friends (si leiron ba nagpapagupit?).

my stance is, obviously, no. i am not ready to go back to hair hell zobel put us guys into. because really, i would much rather look like james howlett or rufus scrimgeour or better yet, lionheart himself, than either stan laurel or oliver hardy. sometimes i do feel that shorter hair does look more organized, but it's so... blah.

i shall keep resisting the scissors until... i don't know. =))

anyway, i watched silent hill yesterday and really wasn't the least bit disturbed. i did love how it does the flashbacks. kinda reminds me of the fayth flashbacks myself.

vida loca

this morning, on DZBB (yes, i know, it's news, but i was trying to sleep, so...), mike enriquez and joel reyes-zobel were going on with this piece of news about indian families having a lot of kids, and in a statement the indian government released in response to that certain phenomenon, they implore the males to control their libidos.

in reaction to that, mike goes on the most awesome rant i've ever heard from him; it's obviously too long to remember but the gist of it was:

why are you only telling guys to control the heat? girls get horny too!

owned.

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Now playing: Hall and Oates - She's Gone
via FoxyTunes

rain, please tell her that i love her so

i'm actually a little disappointed that classes are suspended today - on a day that classes are naturally suspended, and by the fact that i don't get to keep the house for myself.

ah, well. next wednesday is definitely gonna be a little better.

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Now playing: Dan Fogelberg - Rhythm of the Rain
via FoxyTunes

this is mine, you can't take it

i confess that i'm a hoarder.

the reason why it took me this long is not because i've been in denial, but rather, i've been unaware that i am, in fact, hoarding. it was only when reading a classmate's concept paper draft a coupla' weeks ago, wherein she wonderfully defined what hoarding is.

case in point: i have 2200+ songs and i only listen to, what, 30% of them in any given period of time? some songs i haven't even heard yet? but i don't throw things away because, ya know, i might use them in the future. or not.

another would be the stashes of things i have in my wallet. i keep receipts and never throw them out (one good example is the receipt from this day. it's all faded and gray already, but i still keep it!) and if you would check out the "secret pocket" in the wallet, you'll see that it's full of such flotsam and jetsam (without water). which reminds me, i have to retire this wallet as well.

my senior year things (books, 2nd & 3rd term papers) are still stacked up in a little niche in my room. i don't know when i'll throw them out. in fact, i don't know when i'll throw anything out. it's not directly bothering anything in my life, so why bother, right? it's a little problem that isn't bothering anyone and it really ain't that bad (i'm not exactly filling up an apartment with little tchotchkes i find in the street).

so, this is mine, and you can't take it.

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Now playing: George Harrison - Got My Mind Set On You
via FoxyTunes

good guys need a break

shit. i suddenly feel like adam sandler in click. no, i didn't receive a universal remote, but i feel like i was just on autopilot for a few minutes.

i gotta get unhooked from this thing. or maybe it really is just short-term memory loss.

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Now playing: Boney James/Rick Braun - R.S.V.P.

pulsus, fidelitas, veneratio

tonight i have proved to myself (and certain other people) that my hustle will be a force to be reckoned with. same goes for my loyalty, because, anyway, without loyalty there is no hustle. i own.

i am "material". =))

my respect needs work, though.