Tuesday, March 04, 2014

MIXTAPE: Happy Tunes for March


Happy by Pharell Williams
Take A Walk by Passion Pit
I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers
If I Could Change Your Mind by Haim
Run Run Run by Celeste Buckingham
Sleeping In by The Postal Service
All to All by Broken Social Scene
Is it Too Much by Ra Ra Riot
In Between Days by Ben Folds
Let’s Go Home by Carousel

Listen NOW.

Friday, February 21, 2014

A Love Letter from My Lover

Ever dearest Mary,

Timeliness is everything.

Poets continuously defy tenses, gripping on the concept of artistic license as if they are weapon only they can wield, to keep their favorite affliction in a Matrix slow-mo sequence. They are not meant to be shelved, but rather refreshed, they will insist.

These press releases I have been working on need certain evidence of being newsworthy to earn their craved full distribution.

Everyone wants everything to stay beautifully in this big “now.”

Then pause.

Press play. Repeat.

I am guilty of such affliction.

There is nothing wrong with adoring the present tense, but I have always been that guy who took “now” to a date and made a whore out of it. One bruise into another, I stretched my luck to fit that usual romantic notion of being swept off my feet by a pixie dream girl.

To finally claim my own Ramona Flowers, minus the evil exes. A Summer Finn, without the borderline tendencies.

Funny how it took me 5 years after my separation from my ex-wife to realize that I have been longing for a prize that does not exist.

I was simply tired of looking.

Then there, you came into the picture.

What a timely entrance, Mary. A sound engineer could have cued a cringe-inducing Stephen Bishop classic and it would still be as perfect.

7 months into my self-proposed hibernation, I finally fleshed out some courage to say “hi” through chat. Liking your photos and following your blog started to become creepy, I reasoned to myself. A lame ass joke about the Big Bang Theory, and a double entendre about “giving you a ring” sped off our conversations from mundane to mushy.

Do you remember, Mary?

Funny how easily I can shed off that stereotypical machismo that feminists have been preying on for decades when I am with you. And how we are overly passionate for each other’s passion, like it is our second skin.

A lot of records have been played and danced on, and a lot of Buffalo wings have been massacred in the process, and we are still on the roll - a not so usual occurrence in my life.

This made me realize that those bleeding heart poets are right. And yes, maybe those god damn press releases too.

Timeliness is a big part of everything to work, but I don’t need to stretch myself too thinly anymore, because Mary, you are enough for me.

Everything that is “us” has always been about seizing the “now.”

Yes, you may not be Ramona, or even close to Summer (except for that hipster bangs), but I guess I found someone better.

And real.


Ahmad

Monday, January 20, 2014

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

NEW RELEASE: Library Kids Elysian EP

I easily imagine myself on a park swinging, feeling the cold December air, wearing my Sunday dress on a fine weekend morning while listening to this mellow new EP release. A Quiet Walk Inside is a good starter to set the mood of your new journey, while Clear Waters for me is an instant click for free-spirited folks. My personal favorite, And Then She Blooms caught my emotion to its aggressive yet warm sound of acoustic guitar strums, happy notes played on keys, matched with enchanting melancholic voices.

It could be your new morning playlist or could be your travelogue soundtrack. Wherever you feel like bumming in the clear waters and breezy air or turning your office ambiance to a blissful one, Elysian should be part of your playlist.




Indeed an early Christmas gift from the Library Kids.
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Download Elysian for FREE.

Thursday, December 05, 2013

Cornered at Commune Makati

I thought of Commune when I was urged to find a good place where me and long time friends could catch up, have long conversations over a good coffee, and eat real food. It is located at a nice corner lot near corporate buildings in Makati Central Business District. They are easy to find because of their good spot.

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After years of waiting for the right time, we finally got the chance to spend our Friday payday together! 


Meet Au and Yen. 
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We tried knew their sinigang na baboy na sakto ang asim and adobong manok na nakakaadik ang lasa. Okay, we haven't tried their coffee because of my "milo dinosaur" craving. Guys, thank you for giving in to my craving. :p 
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Comparing my past to where I am right now was a tough road. Looking at it was never easy, but going through it was never a regret. I thought that the key to reach a good life is to lay it down to the one who created it. Plus, you learn to love the process.
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The fun part of get-together like this were always the timeless old jokes we had, embarrassing moments we never chose to remember, lessons learned when our relationships were tested, and the truth behind the issues we thought we got over and recovered.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Singkamas

PicMonkey Collage Us
More than the selfie photos we post on Instagram
More than the fats/calories we try to burn
More than the guiltless angel's burgers and other street foods we eat
More than the fresh buko juice we drink after meals
More than the chords and lyrics we argued when we’re making music
More than the times I slept in your arms every time we watch movies at night
More than the countless hair falls we have on my apartment
More than the hotpots we shared on 711
More than the indie gigs we have by request
More than the stored value tickets we lost
More than the happy trips we had with the kids
More that the shameless words of endearment on public
More than the blissful Sundays we attend at my or your church
More than the Mediterranean foods we tried to cook and puked afterwards
More than the unlimited shots we spent for my photo portfolio
More than the great albums we downloaded and shared to each other
More than the clumsiness you do every day that you never admit
More than the inside jokes we shared (like the title of this blog)
More than your awkward hand gestures when you talk
More than your girly tantrums that made me more patient
More than your metaphoric text messages that lingers before I sleep
More than your reluctant running routine
More than your tight hugs before you go home
More than your random kisses on my forehead

Our overflowing love covers all imperfections.


I want to do more things with you, Mamad.

Happy Anniversary.
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