First Of Summer

When I saw Urbandub's post on FB saying that last night could be their last gig, I felt broken. Terribly broken. Broken for many reasons with many questions. Why on a weekday? (I work in a BPO btw.) Why the late announcement? And the very simple, WHY?

The memory of my first Urbandub experience is still vivid. I was on my bed, wearing my earphones, listening to NU107 while doing my accounting assignment, then Russ introduced the next song. I wasn't paying that much attention to the music and the only reason I plugged in my MP3 player was so that I wouldn't hear the cries of my nephew. But when the song reached it's chorus, I found myself nodding along the music and tapping my book with my pencil. Right then and there did I fell in love with the song and then cursed myself for not paying attention to the dj and that I have to wait for it to be played again so I would know who the artist was. And ofcourse, they did play it again. I went on to search for the band name on the internet and was shocked to know that this eargasmic sound came from Cebuanos. Major WTF moment! I honestly thought that they were foreign because they sound so good!

The following day, I shared my experience to a good friend of mine and I was dumbfounded that she already knew the band and had been listening to them since 2006. She gave me copies of their album, and oh boy was I happy. Ever since then, Urbandub has been my playlist from going to school, break times, library moments, going back home, and even while I sleep. Obviously, I play them 24/7 and I never got tired from listening.

I think it was 2009 when I first seen them live. They were the main act for our annual student's night. Despite the huge crowd, my friends and I chose to stay in front so we could have the possibility of reaching Gab's arm or say Hi to Lalay. We were those kind of fans. I could even remember myself crying all throughout Soul Searching. Broken hearted yata ako that year.

THANKSGIVING

Hello, long weekend! Yes, we've all been waiting for this. We were so nervous that our company would not grant us this leave like how they disappointed us last 4th of July. But Lo & behold, they do have a heart for us.

Three of my friends stayed in our house for a sleepover, which of course also includes being drunk.

We spent the night at our terrace, set up with sleeping mats like we're doing picnic at the park. We finished a bottle of Red Horse while we watched Paper Towns and Etiquette for Mistresses. Trust me, none of us were broken hearted at the time.

We were really having the best night of our lives. Nothing really compares with having a deep, genuine talk with friends. We were laughing so hard for all the secrets shared. And yes, we blame alcohol for it.

GOOD NIGHT

We had this moment

when we toured on our own

enjoyed the company of each other

pretend that we were a family

we have our own home

you even lied on the bed

act like you were tired from work

i couldn't hold off the laughter

we roamed around our little house

admiring each and every corner

make silly comments of things we do not actually understand

oh, how everything was so free

we decided to take a rest

sat down and took a breathe

we talked of the what could be's

you told me that you were no longer happy

Love Always Win

If our main Man up there is mad, don't put the sole blame on the LGBTQ. Yes, what has been approved is wrong in so many ways, but we, Christians, should not condemn them. Remember, we are talking about LOVE & EQUALITY. Where is the "love" God has told us to have for our neighbors? Where is the "love" that is not proud & is kind? If we are really living according to His word, then we should not show this much hate to these people. They need guidance & understanding. And who will give them that if Christians treat them like they have a contagious & deadly disease? Think about it. Think about what we are all fighting for.

Pour Me Another Drink

the world has shattered
your mind has crumbled
you find yourself sitting in a dark room
no one inside but you
but there's noise everywhere
people talking & yammering
you can't take it
enough, you tell them
enough, you scream at them
enough, you say to yourself

the world has shattered
your mind has crumbled
all alone in that dark room
trying to catch the air that's left
trying to hold yourself
trying to contain everything
conceal all the pain
trying but failing
enough, you admit that you had enough
enough, let me breathe because i have had enough!

CROOKED

i have fallen for a thought. a thought of the maybe. a thought of the could be. a thought of the you & me. a thought that will always remain to be just a thought. nothing more, nothing less, but only an image stuck in the mind that will be replaced by time and by the right one.

COAL

in the shadow of the night
zero winds brought by the sky
stars were hiding from the waiting rain

a scream would have been nice
but a tear broke from the eyes
closeted fears went on parade

the coldness of the floor is felt
matching the shards of the heart
smoke escaping the lungs

It was dark. I was lonely. I was in despair. I was hopeless. The walls had tired of listening to my antics. The pillows had taken enough tears. I glanced at the window and saw a speck of light. It was shining. Glittering. It was beautiful. I stared at it, mesmerizing at its glow. It was moving. Slowly. Little by little. And then it sped up. Faster and faster, drawing nearer and getting bigger. It was no longer just a light. It was something else. I saw it coming. Closer and closer. I did not move. I blinked and blinked, and blinked, thinking this could just be another dream. Thinking that if this hits me I would wake. And then it came. I was hit. It came so fast that the impact it had on me was too strong for my fragile little body to take. Too strong that I forgot to take shield. My head hurts, my ribs were shouting in pain. I was badly hurt. Why do I have to be so stupid to not move away from its path? How can something so beautiful hurt me this much? My hand was already in the air, ready to punch the floor I fell into, when something warm was on my wrist. It was holding me tightly. Too tight that my tantrums won't budge. I held my head back, wanting to see what's stopping me. With rivers in my eyes, I see an image. An image that is glowing beautifully like the light that struck me. That image pulled me up. I was shaken of its warmth. I wiped everything that is blocking my sight. I looked up and the image has gone, walking against my direction. I called upon it. I shouted a name. The image stopped. It looked behind. With tears gone in my eyes, I saw a smile that has become too familiar. That smile that never failed to make all my worries go away. That smile, that is so vivid in my memory, was yours.