Scenes from my so-called life

“Hey, I'm here!” (Sent. Seen...) “You're early! Too early. I'm still in the midst of a horrendous parking lot that is called EDSA. I'll be a while. But I'll make it by 7, I promise. Sorry. :(” “Enough talk. Get off the bus, and walk! I'm starving. And yes, I know that rhymes.” (Sent. Seen...) “Haha. Well, how could I have known that a miracle would particularly happen today and you would decide to actually arrive early? Give me 5 minutes. I'll sprint there.” *Smiles.* “Really? Chide me about punctuality? You're not exactly helping your case here, sweetie. You owe me dinner and coffee!” (Sent. Seen...) “Am I digging a deeper hole? Haha. But I so adore seeing that pout you make when you come late. And since you beat me there, I'm guessing that's off the table. And yes, I am quite aware that I owe you dinner.” “You do know that you'd probably get here faster if you'd stop typing messages and actually run. And correction, ...

It's certainly been a while since I was last able to listen to some good indie OPM. What's my excuse? Well, there's that I have decided to focus on my career for the past 5 years, and that I don't get to go to gigs as often as before. And yes, I admit age and the love of precious sleep have something to do with that as well. So my exposure to the Pinoy indie scene had been quite limited of late. I acquainted myself with the international indie scene instead (thanks to Spotify). And while I would have loved to rekindle my relationship with indie OPM, I thought I've gone too far out to return—add to that I don't know who to look for anymore (most of the bands I know have gone on to other endeavors). So, thank you, Diamond, for guiding me back to the current Pinoy indie scene and pointing me to the right direction(s) on Spotify. Much, much, appreciated. Now, Diamond has eased me in by recommending three of her current faves. My assignment? Just l...

In the Toastmaster Storytelling Manual, Advanced Speech Project 3: Moral of the Story required me to write an original story that gives, well, a moral lesson. This is the story I wrote and, more or less, delivered. Once upon a time, on a small island called Symphony, there lived a girl. The girl's name is Sassy. Sassy Samba. The island of Symphony is known to be the home of people blessed with musical talent. Symphonians, as the people call themselves, are all adept at playing string, percussion and wind instruments—violins, cellos, drums, cymbals, flutes, trumpets—the island is a veritable orchestra. Sounds fun! Sounds awesome! Well, not quite. At least not for Sassy. See, for Sassy, living on Symphony was not actually very harmonious. For all other Symphonians, Sassy seemed like a misplaced note on a measure, a tad off tempo, of a different tone. Or just plain weird. Now, it's not as if Sassy can't play any of the island's instruments. Like any other ...