The Blabber

In the Neighborhood
Vonda Shepard

Here's a photo I've been looking for
It's a picture of the boy next door
And I loved him more than words can say
Never knew it 'till he moved away

Faded pictures in my scrapbook
Just thought I'd take one more look
And recall when we were all
In the neighborhood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Here's a photo of the neighborhood
Here's the corner where we stood
Here's a snapshot of Dad's old car
Never got us very far

Faded pictures in my scrapbook
Just thought I'd take one more look
And recall when we were all
In the neighborhood

And all those friends
Where did they go, I don't know
All those friends we used to know
In the neighborhood

-o-

Ally McBeal ep. 23 - These Are The Days

Mr. Michaelson: "Friendship isn't real unless both sides has the right and the power to tell the other guy to go to hell."

John Cage: "..some good, some bad. Most of it memorable. How many people get that?"

"My mother used to tell me..she'd say "If you think back and replay your year, if it doesn't bring your tears, either joy or sadness; consider the year wasted."

-o-

When You Come Back To Me Again
Garth Brooks

There's a ship out
On the ocean
At the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about
Lost and broken
Wandering aimlessly
And God somehow
You know that ship is me
'Cause there's a lighthouse
In the harbour
Shining faithfully
Pouring its light out
Across the water
For this sinking soul to see
That someone out there
Still believes in me

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and
It keeps me hanging on
Raining down
Against the wind
I'm reaching out till
We reach the circle's end
When you come
Back to me again

There's a moment
We all come to
In our own time and
Our own space
Where all that we've done
We can undo
If our heart's
In the right place

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and
It keeps me hanging on
Raining down
Against the wind
I'm reaching out till
We reach the circle's end
When you come
Back to me again
And again I see
My yesterday's in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is
And used to be

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and
It keeps me hanging on
Raining down
Against the wind
I'm reaching out till
We reach the circle's end
When you come
Back to me again

When you come
Back to me again


"I'm still here, Chief"
- Frequency

-o-

I haven't been doing some real writing these past few months. I find it easier to just post song lyrics and quotes. Okay, so I'm too tamad. I admit. There's just so much in my head that I can't seem to write anything that would actually make sense. Like...right now. So forgive me if the things I write here would sound like I'm just blabbing 'cause in my mind, I AM JUST BLABBING.

I had the sudden urge to take a trip down memory lane. I actually woke up today thinking of the old store near my neighborhood - UNION 5. I grew up buying stuff in that store. It closed down a few years back. I don't know how or when it started but things just started changing in our town. And early today while lying in bed, I remembered a lot from my childhood: walking to school, buying stuff in UNION 5 (sometimes even in the middle of the night), the basketball games in our "half-court" (that sometimes turns into a function area e.g. dance floor, neighborhood-conference whatchamacallit and sometimes even a funeral parlor), going to church on Sunday mornings, the songs that my Dad listen to on Sunday mornings, the kwentuhan and laughter and karaoke singing. Birthdays, baptismal (celebration), graduation, my uncles' homecomings, my granddad giving my baby brother a cricket for him to pet, my grandma teaching me how to wash clothes properly, the fights (oh the drama of these fights) and oh, my first kiss *grins*.

There's just so much to remember, so many memories. And thinking back, using John Cage's mom's "profound idealism", I think I can say that my life (so far) is not a waste. I haven't done anything glorious in my life (just yet) but I can certainly say, that it's been wonderful and I will continue to create more beautiful memories.