main bldg. lobby.
Thursday, 2 weeks ago.
13:05
ian: ayoko na. tinatamad na ako. last week sabi niyo "next week". ngayong next week na,
next week pa ulit. kung di na ngayon, wag na lang. wag na tayo magpractice ulit ever.
me: (gally, ang dramers naman) promise, by next week, naasikaso ko na yun. it's just one day
taken out of my week. 150 pesos lang naman yun eh. Trina and the others can handle
the Koreans.
ian: hindi, marti. ok lang. trabaho naman kasi yun eh. ok lang talaaga, marti. just go.
me: eh di kayo na lang tumugtog. practisin niyo na lang yung mga kanta, para ok na kayo
sa mga chords at lyrics pagsalin ko next week.
ben: ano yun, walang drums?
me: oo, bakit? di ba pwede yun?
ben: ano ka ba, hindi pwede! kung walang drums, eh di walang soul.
...
my life, these days,
feels like this.
without soul.
like a heart that lost rythm.
like a drummer, odd-timing in the wrong song.
i just can't bring myself to write everything, or at least the idea of it here in my blog.
the past two filler posts were just...well, filler posts.
hopefully, i'll start blogging regularly again.
meanwhile, thank you to those people whom i've confided with and understood, and are still understanding.
i love you all.
-jualomar
