Again And Again, However We Know The Landscape Of Love

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

Translated by Stephen Mitchell

Rainer Maria Rilke

Hello WordPress, hello again blogging universe

Hello universe. I’ve once again shifted blogging systems. After attempting to maintain a regular blog at blogspot, I’ve decided to join the WordPress bunch for a few reasons: first, I prefer their dashboard page. It’s cleaner and clearer, making it easy to adjust the blog’s look, pages, and links.

Second, the interface for writing the blogs feels like a fancy notebook. I always find more motivation to write when the notebook’s paper is clean or has a captivating design. You could say wordpress is the techie equivalent of those Php 200-400 notebooks in Fully Booked.

Third, WP has better looking and much more template options. Having worked in the magazine industry, a readable look matters. And blogger’s confusing settings just don’t package my words right. Given my rambling McRambleson-ness, I’ll need all the deceit needed to look good, harhar.

That and, when something looks good, I’m more motivated to work on it more often. Yeah, I’m superficial that way.

Fourth…well, that’s pretty much it. I just needed to give a formal introduction. For now, this is all, (along with a first in a long time post on ATT) as I have a book to edit. Not my own, unfortunately. But it’s a start.

We are loved

Many bands have come to Manila, but there are very few I’ll bang out the buck for. Twice, there was Incubus, and I’d do it all over again. If Muse came, I wouldn’t have a second thought about giving up nights outs and the next series of shoe sales just to see them live.

Then, there’s Mr. Mraz. He had me at sleeping all day while I waited for my rocket to come in high school.

I never got to see him during his small concert 5 or 6 years ago. I heard a super fan traded his shoes for Jason’s since they had the same size.

But all I want is his voice serenading me all night. Hence, a special acoustic evening come October 30. The ticket says, “You are loved.”

This night has been a long time coming. My Mraz love went on a hiatus mid-college, but it’s not like I switched the radio station when his songs came on. I was sure to get a copy of the new hit minutes after. Two years later, thanks to my musicially inclined friends at work (see picture above), I’ve been re-exposed to his genius and sweet melodies. So it comes without question, we will be loved at the end of October.


Early 2011, I was bidding farewell to the regular sight of a few, amazing, new friends.

Mid 2011, I said hello to another set of new friends and new responsibilities. It was also a series of last Friday nights.

Enter the ber months, and what’s soon to be late 2011. I’ll be celebrating one more year into my relationship come October. In December, I’ll be 24 (yet continue to tell people I’m 21). I’m also considering a major decision for mid-2012.

It’s been two years since I’ve graduated from college. Six since I was 18, naive (and probably still, slightly am), and unsure of myself. I usually laugh at myself when I remember what 18 was like (you idiot. Seriously?! haha!). And three years since I decided to march to an uncertain but fulfilling beat.

I like counting back. It makes me realize how far I’ve gone, and how much more I have to cover.