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Friday, March 30, 2007

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I'm listening to several Punk Goes... albums. While I don't consider myself a punk, I do enjoy some of their songs, especially when they are rendered in acoustic and metal.

I think I give punk far less credit than it deserves. Some songs are just as melodic, poetic and indie-ish (for a lack of a better word) as most indie-emo stuff that I listen to. The only reason, I think, why I'm not as into punk as I am to indie-emo is the fact that punk's a little too close to screamo, which I don't appreciate either.

I am looking forward to the next Punk Goes Acoustic album, which, unfortunately, won't be coming out until May 8th. Like I said, I'm no punk, but since Daphne Loves Derby *heart* and The Spill Canvas *heart* will be contributing to the anthology, I am more than excited for it to come out.

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Antagal ng Chinese na inorder ko. Antagal din ng mga kapatid ko.

Me + brothers + lost of time to kill = FUN.

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I cut myself today. Accidentally! (I know what you were thinking. No, I didn't do it on purpose.)

It stings. It friggin hurts. I feel like I have a long, throbbing wound on my skin. Wait. I do.

So this is what pain non-self-inflicted pain feels like.

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Listening to all this punk stuff has made me a little lonely for Jayar's company. Haha. I just went right out and said it like it was nothing! But honestly, it has made me lonely for his company...

You know that guy? He understood me. I think that says it all. He understood me.

Bleh. Anyway, he is still the only person who has managed to make me listen to punk. He would conveniently leave his cds on my pack. He would listen to his tracks while we were together and ignore the faces I made. He would turn the volume really low and make me sing the bass, lead or synth line. He recited the lyrics so that it came to life. He showed me the riffs, taught me how to recognize the best bands, and just... made punk a part of my life.

So, as I'm listening to all this punk bleh, I can't help but wish he was here with me. He understood music. And me.

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I had a dream about Candy last night. Wala lang. I had a dream about Candy.

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