Worst case of LSS

Have you ever heard of Last Song Syndrome aka LSS?  It’s that modern illness (chos) where the last song you hear gets stuck in your head.

It’s quite a phenomenon actually.  If your misfortune finds you and you ride a public jeep here in the Philippines, chances are you’ll be singing a Lito Camo cheesemax all day.  It has happened to me more than once.  I am not proud of it, but merely confirming that it can really happen.

Most of the time though, I am lucky to chance upon songs that I don’t mind singing out loud.  I guess that’s why I’ve always been drawn to music — it’s so hard to shake off.

Today, I had the worst case of LSS.  I had to download the song DURING WORK HOURS — oh my god — just so I can listen to it all day.  Now that I’m home, I got sad because I didn’t save the song in my USB.  So I did what any decent person would do.

I downloaded it again.  Worst case ever!!!!

Eh… it’s not that bad.  The song is a pretty good one.  I am now thinking of how I can incorporate this in my running playlist.  :)

Ladies and gents, Clarity by Zedd featuring Foxers.

Good luck getting that tune out of your head. :)

Strength comes from the most unusual places

I remember laying across chairs during my father’s wake.  Machiko Skye saw me from afar and trotted down to me, while holding a small pack of Skyflakes, one of her favorite snacks.

Fondly, she asked, “Tita Carla, may I sit here?”  For a two-year-old, her speech is close to impeccable.

“Sure, Machiko,” I replied.

So she sat by my head while I curled up tighter to fit in just two chairs.  She was eating silently, taking quick glances at me.

And then she started to stroke the top of my head, slowly and gently, and started singing:

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry, child
See, heaven’s got a plan for you

She said, “I don’t know the other words, Tita.”

I don’t think I needed to hear more.

Tomorrow, it will be two months.  I will never get used to this.

Is it safe out there?

I am starting to rethink my going public with this blog.  A few hours ago over dinner, my mom was just so cryptic in asking about my love life.  Ew.  I appreciate the concern, but still.  My love life is not really dinner conversation.  So yeah, I’m reconsidering publishing on Facebook.

I don’t know if anyone had noticed but I have changed my blog title!  Whoopdedoooo.  Or not really.  I’m still thinking what could be a more memorable one, or at least something that others can easily associate to me.  But then again, I don’t really have that wide of a readership.

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As the holidays come nearer and nearer, I can’t help but feel somewhat nostalgic.  Lately, my days have been completely devoid of the holiday spirit.  I’ve been trying to bring it back — actually, for some time there was even collective effort there — but then, it reverts to nonexistence, and I am here again tapping away.

I could use some hot cocoa though.  With whipped cream.  And tiny marshmallows.

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The wedding is so near and I am yet to lose the weight I am supposed to be losing.  Ugh.  I need to  be more dedicated to this diet and workout regimen.  He can’t be the only one sexy there.

He has always said he finds me sexy in any form.  I believe him… until I look in the mirror.

My self-esteem badly needs a boost.  And a new hobby.

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I miss his voice and the way he sings this song.

I hate this feeling.

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Photo nabbed from 1000 Notes.

Long week

It’s been a pretty long week and mainly, my frustrations stem from the fact that everything is shifting to high priority.

By everything, I mean everything.  Work, Dylan, school, family — every bit is calling my attention and I can no longer turn a deaf ear.

Actually, I can.  HAHAHA.  It’s a skill, the refined art of procrastination.  I’ll give you tips some other time.

But really, I’ll have to prepare for my upcoming midterms so for now, I’m leaving you with a song.  It’s been playing over and over in my head for so many days now, and I want to kick my ass for not having this on my playlist.

And he told me that I’d done alright
And kissed me till the morning light, the morning light
And he kissed me till the morning light

Kamikazee + Kyla = ZOMGAWESOME

I spend most of my time in the Makati apartment, so the very few days I am here in Las Piñas, I make sure I hangout with the boys.  I know they can be pretty annoyed that my ever expanding hips and thighs constantly occupy their bed space, but what can they do?  They can’t move me anyway.  ;p

This evening, my brother Ted introduced me to this new song, a collaboration between Kamikazee and Kyla, both Filipino brilliant artists.  Look them up, and you won’t be disappointed.

So for those people who say OPM is dead, I don’t think so.  To be honest, I’ve never heard Kyla sound this good.  Actually, to be more honest, I didn’t think Jay Contreras can floor her.

Amazing stuff.  Hangout with your sibs.  You never know the next thing they teach you.

If you’re not blown away, I don’t know what else to tell ya. :)