Category: Just dabbling

Progress

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Yesterday, I went to a friend’s retirement party.

I don’t know if I told you before but I am not into social gatherings.
Well, not anymore.
I used to.
For some reason, anxiety just grabbed a hold of me and won’t let go.
Maybe it’s insecurities, maybe I’m just not into anything that may lead into
me being humiliated or embarrassed.
I am not young anymore.
I am not hip with what’s new these days.

I say it’s progress because, I struggled with it all day,
and it took everything in me to buck up, get ready and go.
I fought with myself the whole way
from turning the car around and just forget it.
Make up some excuse for not going at all.

I did get there, eventually.
Saw other people.
Had conversations and jokes about everything.
Actually had a great time.
Plus, made my friend happy for showing up.

I carried myself well.
That’s progress for me.
It may be nothing to you,
but that is big for me.

I didn’t even feel the need to order alcoholic drinks just to fit in.
I wasn’t planning on drinking at all.
I didn’t need to pressure myself.
I was fine.

Though the only thing I had trouble with while I was there,
was ordering my drink for the night.
When the server asked me for my drink,
for some reason, I couldn’t pronounce “Arnold Palmer.”

Must be the Filipino in me.
My tongue just wouldn’t want to work it.
I guess saying it right will be my next progress report.

“UrrnnuldPulmur.”

Damn it!
I can’t do it!

One Word

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The reason why there are no posts on this site lately.
One Word.

HATE!

I hate everything.
That is all.
Thank you very much.

Have a nice day. 🙂

My Instrument

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Nobody may care about my instrument, but it is the only thing I can turn to.

Especially when emotions are high
and thoughts are a-plenty.

My Dad is not a great Dad.

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My Dad was not a great Dad.
He had his faults.
He had his weaknesses.
He made mistakes.
We had our own little fights.
Or big fights. Lots of big fights.

But I must admit,
flawed as he may be.
He did step up and helped me
when I needed him most.

My Dad was not a great Dad.
To me, he was awesome.

Someday, my son and I will have our own arguments.
Our own little tiffs.
But someday, I would like to be there for him,
when he too, needs me most.

I miss him right now,
and it really, really sucks.

Mom’s Day 2014

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This is the woman who suffered raising Beavis and Butthead here.
I don’t know how she did it.

Come to think of it,
When we were growing up,
Mother’s Day and My Mom’s Birthday,
are the only days my brother and I
would actually try our best
not to kill each other.
So it is a very special day.

Happy Mom’s Day to all you Mother’s out there.

Obligatory “First of May” song post

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How can I not re-post this song?
Today, of all days.

The Brothers Gibb is probably one of my guilty pleasures
when it comes to listening to yesteryear’s music.

Don’t judge me.
I know you secretly dance to “Stayin’ Alive”
whenever you hear it come on the radio.

The BeeGees are cool.
A lot of bands and artists covered many of their songs.
I covered this one many years ago, because it’s one of my favourites.
As a matter of fact, “Words” is the very first song I have learned to play completely.
From start to finish, without pausing to figure out the chord fingerings.

Anyway,
Here is “First of May.”
Music by – The Beegees
Voice, all Instruments and percussion arrangements – Ty Martell

Lyrics begin here:
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