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i really don't know what time it is, but i guess it's around the hour when most news programs and telenovelas are being shown, and when most pinoys hungrily eat their supper. the acoustic version of "sleeping beauty" is blaring in my ears as i'm writing this, while flipping through the pages of a magazine i "stole" from a coffee shop in tomas morato, and then scrambling for another cigarette not long after i just lit one. i'm kind of a multitasker, if it still isn't evident by now, and i'm running low on resources. i played "first of summer" next, while imagining the adrenaline rush i felt everytime i slammed bodies with fellow deviants drifting through the inevitable. *arms raised tonight* come to think of it, the entire twenty-five years, six months, and twenty-four days of my measured but fleeting life can be summed up just by listening to nineteen hours worth of pure musical bliss from my ipod. it should be my prized possession, considering the hassle and humongous amount of money (hehe) i spent just to selfishly get my hands on one. but truthfully, it is. it's one of those "you-could-count-with-your-fingers" that keep me sane. if you're my friend, or if you just happen to have a hell of a lot of time to spare listening to my ramblings, then you should probably are aware, that, by now, i am one-millionth of the unemployed population here in the philippines. but hey, i have no complaints. that's another blog entry, though. going back, from my rough beginnings with grunge, to my ecstasy-filled nights with ska & reggae, up until i got to my new-found calling that is triphop, i spared nothing. i survived pubescent dysmenorrhea with the eraserheads, went daydreaming with the sundays, gatecrashed with the pumpkins, had blissful unadulterated sex with chino moreno, strolled along nlex with mama cynthia, chorused with my dad to the tune of "america" by simon & garfunkel, drank a shot of emperaning followed by a glass of red ors with massive attack, got mad at my mom for not letting me have piano lessons instead of that stupid ballet class after seeing updharmadown play ... the list goes on and on. i even slashed my wrists with thom yorke by my side, then slipped into a trance with nirvana in the background. and just like what penny lane coined in that movie, i find solace within music stores, cinema houses, and libraries. my friends are there. but then again, maybe their having a beer over at ate lea's. sweet.