Song Most Wanted

if yer in a club... bass is high on the tempo... beat's to the maximum... you'd hear a song that just sticks to you, like insects on flypaper... heard it once, and it sounded like "i'm not your venus"... heard it for the second time, it still sounded like that... (so sue me Jo!!! *bleh*) now... like a shinobi on a mission... you set forth to identify your mystery song... and not 15 minutes into the night where you were first notified of the beat's existence, it plays... on retro night!!! giddy, you danced the night away... hard... rocking... swinging like it was the 80's... (retro night. there we go... hehehe!) day after... another shinobi mission... find a copy. put it in my player. and enjoy it! CD hunting yielded no results... stupid ass record bars! hehehe! good thing going online was on my itinerary... and file transfer is just the kewl-est!!! (you rock!!! Supplies!!! weeeee!!!) and 5 days, 4 groovy nights, and 1 dozen downloads later... it's happy hour any hour with your song. okay... so it wasn't "i'm not your venus"... come to think of it... "venus" was nowhere near the title of the song... and, no "i'm" and "not" either... actually, it wasn't even in english... hehehe! oooh! which reminds me... hope that dj finds his copy... and plays it... damn braces!!!

Ai no Corrida
Uniting Nations featuring Laura More
original lyrics by Quincy Jones

it means something else 'ma!

showed mom the acquired token from the GFA's...
and she said...

"But, your dad's from Hong Kong... not Mongolia."

pppffft!

a compliment

"You are as carefree as a napkin!"

post party

it was a starless night...
you wanted to howl like the Yukon wolves...
the moon was nowhere either,
hence, howling wouldn'ta made sense...
this wave may have hit you as well...
but where others come through...
becomes sweet surrender to you...
there is such a point as abasement...
and having no other arms to hold you tonight
makes it all the more mortifying...
these times knock on doors shut tight...
but you know well what happens on the other side...
this is the best option...
best option...
for the best possible outcome...

Songs of The Week

yeah... two of 'em!

i didn't really realize that these two songs had a common theme until just now that i am about to write them in...

Beat Of My Heart
Hilary Duff
from Most Wanted

Fly Like A Bird
Mariah Carey
from The Emancipation Of Mimi

both were just feel good songs for me... and i'd play them as often as i had the chance. especially Beat Of My Heart, which captured me frameshot portrait and all. the first verse of that song hits home like a Michael Jordan free throw. check it out...

i'm thinking about letting it out,
i wanna give in
i wanna go out...
been lookin' around,
i finally found
the rhythm of love
the feeling of sound...
it's making a change
the feeling is strange,
it's coming right back,
right back in my range...
not worried about anything else...
i'm wakin' up
to the beat of my heart

sans the obviously redundant chorus, this song has a nice beat... (for me that is) like sunny meets bubbly rebel... hehehe! as for Fly Like A Bird, if only what Teri Hatcher said at this year's Grammy's could come true... (she remarked, "Wow! That was amazing! I feel like we've all just been saved...") need i say more? both songs, in their respective aspects and levels, lead up to salvation. freedom. liberation. whatever you call it... just love 'em both.

Welcome back, Miss Bradshaw!

mid-strut
(with carrie’s voice inside my head)

when you try to live a fairy tale life, sometimes you either fall flat on your face then lose all your teeth upon hitting the pavement… or you succeed-- and get the other glass slipper, transform the beast into a dreamy prince, or make the princess realize she’s an ogre for life despite her superficial hopes at the beginning of the story. but what happens when you don’t exactly fail nor succeed? what if standing still on the side of the road was the best option to go for in this rat race? in other words… you’ve been stalled, mid-strut… there’s a mental picture right there. mid-strut… while crossing the road… while making your way down the street… while you make your fairy tale come true. it’s not too often that breaking your stride is a major catastrophe. however, life’s full of surprises that we totally do not ask for in the first place or half hope for but are not ready to receive, so we send it back. only trouble is, these surprises do not come with a return to sender address. and you basically end up with a big screaming mess on your hands with no emotional band aid to spare… hoodwinked… marooned… trapped like a mouse--- on a sinking ship--- with the filthiest sea water rising up to your chin. (scream) this is your life and no superhero or knight in shining armor is gonna save you but yourself… unless surprises prevent you otherwise. for that, you’ll need stronger medication… the kind that’s written on stone tablets and ethereally manifest themselves from beyond the clouds. as you see, everything’s as tricky as raiding a pharaoh’s tomb in the middle of the desert in summertime… so before you decide to live out your fairy tale life, don’t! unless you’ve picked the same that i have… sleeping beauty. not because i’m waiting for the prince to banish the evil witch… nor am i waiting for my true love’s first kiss… but because she gets to sleep for a hundred years and doesn’t age a day.

of bars and men

1, 2, 3... red light!
and sweet, black, blaring techno surged the unholy hours...
the mist that sways with every gyrating soul,
finds itself unworthy in this testosterone-charged arena.
the vitruvians on their pillars, glistening-
every pulsar streak, spectrum diffusing beat of the night.
eyes that close bear witness to a wave undeniable...
immersion into the rainbow conservatory that you call home.
gentlemen of ten percent...
turn it up 'til morning gods descend!

Song of The Week

roll out the red carpet...
cue on the spotlight... proceed center stage to that lone microphone embraced by the fanciest silk scarf you've ever seen...

here's another unreleased cut from one of the artists that i just love...

retro empowerment has never been more cool!

Call Me
by Regine Velasquez
Covers Volume 2

think midnight blue mascara, one-line-too-dark eye liner, leather ensemble, the meanest steel toe pumps, and your very own set of groupies!

kind'a reminds me of Kelly Clarkson's Since You've Been Gone (another fave of mine) upgraded to a glam rock caliber...

i wanna see the songbird do this live... a powerful sustain before the last chorus is enough to make every fan wish for the same vocal chords as her.

this is one of the few cuts in her new album that i can say i am familiar with...

collectively, the album's quite different from what we've come to know as her style...

but that's what an artist does... grow, expand, think out of the box, reinvent, and basically... do what they haven't done before.

as for this particular song... may the powers that be have mercy on my eardrums.

sugar rush found

all the love that history knows,
is said to be in every rose.
yet all that could be found in two,
is less than what i feel for you.

i thought love was just a mirage of the mind,
it's an illusion, it's fake, impossible to find.
but the day i met you, i began to see,
that love is real, and exists in me

there is a dime a dozen...
then there is one in a million...
but baby, you are once in a lifetime.

into my world
of darkness and silence,
you brought light and music.

when you lit my candle,
i began to see and understand
the taste and texture of love.

for the first time.

when i wake up in the morning
sunshine's falling on my skin
and i call you up to tell you
what a happy mood i'm in

feel the rhythm in my body
and sing is all i wanna do
i feel the day will bring me sunshine
for it's another day with you

found this nice composition in my kid bro's documents... if you've read it before, hit back with the info... the first four lines can really get to ya... this is for all you lovebirds...

confessions of a daywalker...

heart be still...
here come the words from land's end once more...
hold thy breath and bite my tongue...
less words ring untrue and your bell be gone...
let me see the other side, that i may herald you, folly!
and never again traverse waters i have exiled...
but this heart is human, however iced it may be...
streak... ice... across the big blue yonder you stride.
you've caught me once and did it another...
'til next time i see ya,
for a kiss, come hither.

Song of The Week

i just hope i get this track right...

I Wish You Knew
by Mariah Carey
from The Emancipation Of Mimi

just kind'a got hooked to this particular cut from Mariah's album... not much on the lyrics but the song as a whole... am not a big Mariah fan either but this one is all good for me.

lost my point...

the thing with blogs, is that you write them and you can be arbitrary with purposes. you can write a blog and keep it to yourself... a blog for everyone to read... a blog that you write for a particular person... a particular group of people... and the list propagates from there. i used to write blogs so that i can share what i feel with people i don't even know... the literary S.H.E. or shared human experience of it drives my creativity. now, the blog is a tool, in the widest sense of the word. a tool (by definition) is a device that provides advantage in accomplishing a particular task... it works for you and nobody else. much like when the caveman (or woman) discovered the gift of fire. fire was his tool... he used it to cook... to provide warmth... defense... and even for creative purposes. now, somewhere along the timeline of man's existence, this tool that we call fire also served a different purpose... the type that leaves a trail of tears, ashes, and ruins after it subsides. this tool worked for man's advantage... but, which man? cardinal fire is the basic form of the double-edged tool that man has come arm himself. this tool has evolved as man has come to formulate more ways to create an advantage. a gun produces a spark upon shooting... a bomb explodes and fire consumes ground zero. let's backtrack now... blog... tool... fire... evolved... fire... tool... blog... disturbing but there is a relation. on a lighter note... BIG TOOLS are an advantage that most people want. *wink wink*

toy story...

15 or so years ago, had you asked me if i can see myself as what and how i am right now, with all that i have amassed; be they material or intangible postulates... i would'a said, no. but then again, i guess none so young would conceive of it. that an older version of themselves existed somewhere in time... bigger, older, but not necessarily wiser. i wasn't exactly the type of kid who'd think far off into the future and plot my way to whatever i wanted to be... and from what my parents tell me, when i was way younger, i said i wanted to be a pilot... now, that's a good one! me... a pilot?! hahaha! the COCKpit area would definitely be a restricted area for everybody, if ya know what i mean. hehehe! don't you just miss those good ol' days? when you could care less about the world and run around in your undies... and the world could care less about you. when all you'd have are your toys and they're the only reprieve that you'd need. because right now, reprieve comes in a lot more ways than there are coffee shops in your area. yeah, toys... they used to be all that mattered to me. everytime i'd get a shot from the doctor, i'd be given a toy... every visit to the dentist equals a toy (or two)... every icky-tasting, funky-smelling, chinese or western medicine is compensated for by a toy. and sometimes, it didn't even matter what kind of toy my mom would get me... toy cars, action figures, puzzles, battery-powered turtles, fish pond sets, and whatnot... i can easily be swayed with the promise of a toy. and man! i love toys! (present tense, 'cause i still go out once in a while to indulge in a toy kingdom nearest me) it'd be my utmost delight whenever i get a new toy... i can never be separated from it. i'd even place it (new toy) back neatly in it's box/packaging after the first time i play with it and just as neatly store it away. here's another word for me when i was a kid... curious. i've heard it a few times before when i started grade school until i finally asked my teacher what it meant... of course, you would to if people would be saying that about you... for all i know, they may be calling me the anti-christ or somethin'. as a curious kid who has lots of toys, i can get pretty handy with a little screwdriver when i really want to... there's just something about battery-powered devices that piques my brain and gets me cracking... cracking the toys is more like it. i'd pry remote controlled cars and model trains open just to see what makes 'em tick... which, later i found out were devices called, dynamos. and my interest would temporarily be sated... i have my dynamo... and a broken toy. a toy that i may or may not have gotten as a reward for being an obedient li'l boy... a toy that allegedly meant a great deal to me... as for any kid... a toy that held dear and treasured. simply put, i was a kid who had a habit of breaking my own toys... and now, i am a young man who tends to break what he holds dear the most. they say, history repeats itself... it does.