I don't know what songs are in it yet but "Sunday Shining" from the Pinoy Blonde OST is the album's current single.
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Damn it boy I grew up listening to this hehe
I think it was 1997. The adolescent pill---something that seemingly came off as plain ignorant and childish, but all in all, a personal childhood memory. Bluurrr. I recall re-dubbing (is there such a word??) the famed hair-all-over-the-place song, Song Two 16 times on both sides of the casette player. HAHA! I played it on my friends' parties...along with Aerosmith and Nirvana.
Man...those totoy shindiggin', playstation-playin' fifth graders. I remember being very picky with my cartoons. I hated a lot of Anime shows but I religiously follwed Ghost Figher. I've always wanted to sue the barber for my inhuman hairstyle...
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It could be a burnout of some sort. Sixty-four, Thirty-five. Leave alone a percent to life-quotes and self-help mogul crap. Not that irrational, as I saw it coming. But I can't quite describe my pensive times--how they are recurring and making me eat my dad's life-quotes (aww damn..add 3.5 percent...), inane words that kept me awake in general. Or if literally speaking, on long van trips to Chinatown (we got lost on the way to National Museum last weekend..and we ended up at this shabby horse-shit filled town with Chinese people decapitating their townsfolk..haha just kidding. the hopia was really good..no hoax). None of the lucid angst, really. Just a mental pursuit to tell myself that for some reason, everything that is happening right now may lead to this peculiarly good life, where I look back and say that I've independently put up with my problems and survived. Glory. Haha... Man, it's a bit odd and funny that I used to tell my siblings that it could be all in the mind--a mad lyric or some fervent thoughts on a cute girl---when it's actually happening, in all its beaming life-quote-worthiness, to me.

I found it online..haha. Chinizzles....
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