Breakdown
Jack Johnson

I hope this old train breaks down
then I could take a walk around
and, see what there is to see
time is just a melody
With all the people in the street
walking fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my window’s got a view
Well the frame I’m looking through
seems to have no concern for now
so for now I

I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down

Well this engine screams out loud
Centipede gonna crawl westbound
so I dont even make a sound
Because its gunna sting me when I leave this town
And all the people in the street
that I’ll never get to meet
if these tracks dont bend somehow
and I got no time
that I got to get to
where I dont need to be
So I

I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down

I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown

I want to break on down
but I cant stop now
let me break on down

But you cant stop nothing
if you got no control
of the thoughts in your mind
that you kept and you know
you dont know nothing
but you dont need to know
the wisdom’s in the trees
not the glass windows
You can’t stop wishing
If you don’t let go
of the things that you find
and you lose, and you know
you keep on rolling
put the moment on hold
the frame’s too bright
so put the blinds down low

I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I want to break on down
but I cant stop now

had one of the weirdest mondays ever. heartbreak’s a weird word to describe it, but it surely is the closest. it’s the feeling you had when you found out for yourself that there’s no santa claus.

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went to uplb for the company talk last thurs. haven’t seen so many org shirts in a while; didn’t think i’d miss wearing identical shirts. haha. i didn’t realize i missed the scene that much — the aloofness everyone carries while they walk. that look that says ‘i’m going to change the world, just you watch out’. as jill put it, feeling like an adult without adult responsibilities. hay. oh well. at least i got my original buko pie.

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the friday’s ride to the office made it to one of the weirdest fx rides EVER. it seemed that everyone’s cellphone had to go off (including mine, which was at full volume). one girl answered her phone and mumbled something about a hospital. when she hung up, the guy next to her goes, ‘sinong na-ospital?’. she never answered; it was later when i realized that these two weren’t together. how’s that for feeling close? haha. creepy.

also got to know how the local ‘kanto boys’ felt when everyone eyed them. deprived of a life that friday night, we went to the 7-11 on the corner for our ‘lunch break’ and well, let’s just say we hung out. haha. went back to the office, had a round of poker using pushpins for chips. haha. sinong desperado? :op

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just slept my whole saturday am. after 2 whole NALA weeks, what do you expect? 🙂

my hair’s at its shortest ever. i could think of a dozen guy friends whose hair is longer than mine right now. haha. oh well, keri lang. remind me to not read while having my hair cut next time. 🙂

check out this pic at http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap070205.html. someone managed to catch a pic of a comet in between the fireworks and a lightning storm. it just blew my mind. sometimes miracles do happen.

Dear Patricia,
Here is your horoscope
for Tuesday, January 30:

It takes a lot of courage and heart to work through an issue, especially when the roots of it go stubbornly deep. Keep at it, however. Afterward, you’ll see that your character is stronger than it ever was.

that was from the daily horoscope email. tamang-tama, pagkaupo ko pa lang dito, issue na agad kaharap ko. haha. pag minsan talaga swak, parang na-sitcom nanaman ako. haha.

i knew i wanted a night out, but i never thought i’ll be here. on a rare whim to go out and get my nails done, tons sent a shoutout for manpower volunteers for a benefit concert for ely buendia. hmm, nails or bands? duh.

an hour later, i found myself going around eastwood with a collection box (how apt, it’s sunday), giving a pitch to people to dole out for ely’s operation after his heart attack. his bill’s beyond 1M, i heard.

collecting was the easy part. trying hard not to get starstruck as you find yourself next to parokya, rivermaya, marcus adoro, dicta license, kamikazee, direk joyce bernal & ricky lee was the challenge. i never was a cellphone junkie, but i never wished so hard for a decent camera phone — most of the pics i took were blurred or beyond comprehension.

collaboration was a concept our leaders today could learn from these guys. someone needs help — lose the ego, let’s get together and do something. these guys were nice enough to squeeze through the crowd and pass the boxes themselves (mike egar, astig ka! 🙂 )

ely was listening to the whole gig from the hospital. to do his part, he sent a message saying that he was going to give half of the proceeds to another charity. wow. i think i never forgave you for leaving eheads, but it must be said, astig ka dude.

rock on.

let’s just ignore the fact that it’s the weekend. i’m just happy to work with some sun in my face, for a change.

i’m currently rekindling my romance with NU 107 now… i totally dig track after track. i could not comprehend how i could have let go.

[ disclaimer: this blog is not optimized for sense at all, so if you’re looking for something of that sort, scoot. ]

it must be said — it’s really not fun to have a full town-fiesta-marching-band wake you up in the morning. it’s bad enough that they come in the wee hours; they have to come around again at noon and at 3 pm. darnit, don’t you have another route?! boo.

i’m on an OC binge. i organized my to-do list, made an hour-for-hour timeline of my week, and narrowed down my to-follow-up mail from 26 to 10. that’s a big YEY! 🙂

never had the knack for being gracefully coy. i’ve always been the awkward ugly duckling (of course that statement alone assumes that i have the hope of turning into a swan one day).

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old habits do die hard. during my PL/SQL training this week, every time my instructor would mention ‘cursor’, i would knee-jerk-edly reply with a mental ‘SEXY!’.

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when you’re drunk, everything comes in episodes.

first is the urge to numb out the pounding in your head.

next you find yourself having one. then one more. then what the heck, one more.

an hour later, you’re tomato-red and constantly denying you’re tipsy.

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how did i get here? zone out. pauwi na ba ko?

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whoa, projectile yun ah. now my shoes give a whole new meaning to ‘puke green’ (as opposed to Sir’s lumot green shirt).

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then wake up (groggily, of course) and pull yourself together for another day for pounding.

* repeat cycle *