steady as she goes

“My life will start…my life will start…blah blah blah…” this phrase is so familiar before 20-Oh!!!-7 ended…and its quite synonymous to this: “Things will fall on its damn right place blah blah blah!: LOLOLOLOL

WeezerI miss Weezer. I miss playing their tracks until I drown myself in slumber. I miss their melodic drift and their harmonious flair. (And they are not emo. They are basically defined by their anti-rockstar status. They are losers, and admit it in many of their songs. *sigh* Weezer, where are you? LOL. I’m wheezing and im having bronchocpasm…I effin love you to the nth weezer power…harhar!!!

Echoes
Those words, they echo. Our cosmic train of conversations is streamin’ into my consciousness again. The way you slur my name signals infinite bliss. It makes me weak. It makes my spine shiver. It knocks my head. Threatening my vulnerable disposition. This is not good. An alter ego of a subtle demise.

Babies Of The Rainy Sky
Rain! rain go away!!!
It’s rainin’ negative ions again. flooding the streets. Its the ideal time of the year to curl up on bed. Sleep. Listen to Deathcabforcutie, or Weezer, or The Smiths, and snuggle to the warmth of (hmmm…your pillows) Now, I wouldnt wonder why a lot of babies were born in the month of March or those near to it…hmmm! Diba? Malakas ang ulan, malamig, walang pasok kasi baha, worst! walang ilaw…so boring. Make sense?! Hahahaha!!! This friggin rainy month sure made f*cktards giddy! hahaha!
(WTF’n lousy segue! It just revealed how bipolic this post could be! LOL)

Its really raining hard these days…no more goodmorning sunshine that much..haha! Nostalgia will weaken your senses as you stare at the grayskies…with the sound of raindrops hitting our windowpane, as it struggle  an offbeat lonely note. and you’ll feel more alone. And you wanna perk up your mood by going outside your comfort zone, play under the rain, get wet and feel the some cold zephyr on your body. Instead of playing… you suddenly stop to think, clear corrupted thoughts, to cry out, wash off everything…and then you ask yourself… Do I love to feel those cold raindrops kiss my cheeks rather than those warm drops escaping my eyes..Do I feel better? Is it comforting??? Life is strange.

Echoes and manholes 

Then you decide to trail the city streets after that “under-the-rain-corny-drama” (LOL) while the rain accompany you silently. Discreetly, those words echo. They are fashioned in subtle queue. And the world starts its subliminal spin. You begin to lose yourself again. But denial is your bestfriend. Still you struggle to walk on the cold streets but the echoes never cease until… you fall into a manhole.

And before you realize your into this mess again, you hate to ask yourself…

Did somebody catch me?

Silence. And echoes ceased. Silence is deafening.