Notes of Blue and Black

I spent the whole day just trying to think about what to post on this new sound recording website at SoundCloud.com . It's a great app for those who want to get their music out there, or at least on the facebook wall. I just love the fact that it's so easy to use and that I can actually use my iTouch4 to record the songs I want to be posted online. It's a great way to start sharing music to others who have an open ear. I just love it. As a musician, I totally revamped my philosophy when it comes to sharing my music to other people. I ran back to basics. I love to write songs that make me feel good. I write songs that have a feel-good vibe and is easy to listen to. Although I must say that I'm a neophyte compared to all the greats out there; heck maybe even you have a greater gift compared to my menial singer-songwriter bravado. But you know what? I'm okay with it. I'm okay with people thinking that this guy is better than me when it comes to making songs. It...

When I read this I just couldn't get it out of my head. One of the reasons why I think Walking Dead is one of the top stories out there today is because of the horror that it represents. It's not like any other cheap horror story flick that could get you as far as the next scene, or at the most get you to do a cheap mini-jump (height of which will depend on how much you weigh) in your seat; it's the kind of horror that actually does a number to your well-being; it messes up the balance in your Chi. It's the kind that sticks with you for the longest time.  Disturbances With the Walking Dead you won't remember a scary, ugly face a ghost made; you re-examine who you are as a person. You get to look into yourself and actually get to wondering: am I capable of this? What if I were actually there, would I be doing the same? This I think is the mark of a true horror story; when we find ourselves unguarded, asking ourselves those kinds of questions. Walking Dead does no...

"Not bad for a first assignment, eh chief?" Chief. I hate it when he calls me chief. Makes me feel old; doesn't seem like I deserve to be called chief. Heck, being 30 sucks balls but that doesn't mean you should be okay with other people call you 'chief'. Well at least not today. Today I woke up on the right side of the bed, but when I looked around to check the view, seemed like everything was topsy turvy. Wasn't nice to look at, or even feel like I got everything good and the whole world was messed. I didn't want to think like I was different from the rest of these mother fuckers around here. It's good to feel good when you wake in the morning, just don't feel too good, you douche. "I hate it when you call me that, Neil." My words smelled as bad as the lingering aura of a cigarette. "Yeah, whatever boss." he shuffled his feet and picked up the camera. He twisted his brown cap to show me its back side, wiped off th...

I remember being that guy who would always notice the moon. Of course, I'm writing this because tonight facebook had a lot of chatter about how great the moon looks like as of late. Which is cool and all that, I guess.  Whenever I see people do that, I always think to myself: I used to be that guy. I used to be the guy who would marvel at the sunsets, gaze at the stars and just stare at the moon. And then the next morning I would wake up, hop on my red KONA mountain bike and just ride it to the best site in Cagayan de Oro so I could watch the sunrise. I used to be that guy. I told a friend about what I used to do way back when, and she told me to my face: "You're so weird!" I can't help but wonder though, what happened? What happens to all of us in between high school to college and then after college when we're working? What happens in between our lives that when we sit and just think about where we've been and who've we become? Why do I always end...

I always wanted to do reviews. It's always a great thing to have watched something really awesome and have to write about it. I mean it's probably the best job in the world, you know, to be a respected and well-liked critique. Now that I think about my life before as a student, I always loved to do reflection papers about movies or books that I happen to like. I don't really understand why some people find it such a hassle to go and share their thoughts and feelings about something beautiful; I always found that as something relaxing. How many times, in our sometimes stale life, do we get to be sanctioned to write about something that we like? I mean, really think about it? Maybe it's because they don't like to set aside time to do this, or if Microsoft Word gives them headaches. I don't really know. Well, I don't really care. The only thing that bothers me about reflection papers is that teachers always find a way to grade them. Isn't it funny thoug...

I think that it's best for me to write at an isolated space. Unlike the rest of the bloggers out there who like to write in a coffee shop, I don't really like the attention that it brings. I always think that there's something about someone writing in a public place that I find wrong. Writing for me is such an experience that should be done in solitude. Like a painter who bear his work before it's done, his secrets gets bored, forced and unexciting; I don't want that. No matter what I'm writing about, whether it is something unimportant or sensitive, I should always have it hidden before it is finished. There's something about solitude that helps words flow out; fluidity is gained without obstruction. I'm writing this because I've noticed something about creation of something beautiful. It took solitude for God to create this world, and I guess so does everything else. Food for thought. ＼(^o^)／ Follow me at twitter.com/fonzitoot. :) Location: Legazpi...

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Paseo del Mar is Zamboanga's fast-break play towards ball breaking those who assume this city is all about kidnappings and throwing grenades. This place takes my breath away, except of course the many people who manger to stick it back in. View from the boulevard. This place is leaps and bounds beyond its time. Perhaps the only thing that holds it back is the sheer volume of the people who like to come here and inhale the view.. There's just too many of them! But if you just catch the view at the right time, or if you're into large crowds, you'd love it here. I'm not against people, I just find it such a travesty when there's too much of them. Like putting too much cheese on a pasta, it's counter productive. But since this place is a novelty to the Zamboangenyos, it's all good in the chavacano hood. Lights seem familiar? Well it is. I think they've become the recent trend when it comes to putting up attractions in the Philippines. I...