March defined.

–verb (used without object)
1. to walk with regular and measured tread, as soldiers on parade; advance in step in an organized body.
2. to walk in a stately, deliberate manner.
3. to go forward; advance; proceed: Time marches on.

–verb (used with object)
4. to cause to march.

–noun
5. the act or course of marching.
6. the distance covered in a single period of marching.
7. advance; progress; forward movement: the march of science.
8. a piece of music with a rhythm suited to accompany marching.

A few more hours as this month nears its end. March has been a month of letting go, bidding goodbye, and turning your back. FORWARD. ADVANCE. PROCEED.

March made me really feel bad. Not once, not twice, but a lot of times.

This month, I felt like a friend betrayed me.
This month, I felt like a lover abandoned me.
This month, I felt like a sister left me...for her own family.

To my friend, enough has been said.

To my lover, I really do not know it its my stupidity or my want for complexity of the situation that made me call you that -- lover. I must admit I was very much affected about the story my friend disclosed to me. It was about you. It was logical enough to think that it is the reason why you suddenly went idle in my life. Although you were already sort of near-to-be-kicked-away from life, but to my surprise you became a reason again for my so-called temporary highness. Why did you ever made me feel high again? I wish you never came back. 'Cause you know what? I was already beginning to really like you. But that story made my thought balloon of our happy thoughts burst...and now, gone.

But still, I miss you.

To my sister, I sort of regret those days I was not able to join you for lunch or afternoon snacks. You are such a wonderful soul. I wish we had more time to spend outside our multicolored home. Thank you for sharing with us your superb talent. Thank you also for introducing me to the music of your 'lover' in dreadlocks. Haha. Thanks, really. Loved the (ripped) EP.

Oh, and one more thing, I really envy your 'feature' of not getting fat or not having to worry about belly issues even if you eat A LOT. Haha. One more month, and you are off. Looking forward that you join us in our Pangasinan getaway. Let's go!

**********

A lot more sad stories, fail stories, and shiz filled up my March. No holding back. It's time. FORWARD. ADVANCE. PROCEED.

Earth Hour 2010

I am proud to say that I participated in the Earth Hour 2010.

Yes! March 27, 2010. 8:30pm - 9:30pm. And because I was so dead tired, I fell asleep in our sofa until 10pm. HAHA.

*Photo taken during the 8daysAweek Second Anniversary Gig at Club Dredd.

Proudly committed!

Burnout

March 25, 2010

The 8daysAweek Second Anniversary Gig

Clapclapclap. 2 years and counting. We have gone through a lot in these two years. We went for a break for a few months and thank God for having our second life on October of last year. Our anniv gig did not have 'life' just like the one we had last year. Everyone (us) were just hell tired. But still thank you so much for all those you believed and those who continue to believe in us... in 8daysAweek. The bands, you guys, are really what keep us going. Especially me, being the one who handles the Marketing shiz and all, I would not have anything to market because you guys are what make up 8daysAweek. Your talents define the quality of music 8daysAweek bring. And so I thank you. Thank you, our lifeblood.

To my partners, Amielle and Jobs, you guys are the best. I would not imagine 8daysAweek with someone else. (Imagine kung kasama natin si K. the supposed to be original lineup ng 8daysAweek. I don't think he can contribute as much as we do. HAHA.) Thank you, friends. Who said that friends do not make good business partners? I say, nuh uh. We proved them wrong. Well, maybe we proved them wrong 'cause we really can't say that this is a business 'cause we really are not earning something that can put food on the table. Haha. But really, we have gone through a lot. We really matured in this industry. Look at us now. Ganon pa din. Haha. Kidding aside. Thanks so much. I love you, two.

P.S.

Amielle, you really have to do some PR with the bands and guests. Takot ka pa din humarap sa tao e. :))

----------*----------*----------*----------

March 26, 2010

Another day at DTI

I was supposed to work half-day. Talk about bursting my bubble. I was there until 5:00 in the afternoon. I was just so pissed off with waiting there doing nothing instead of being in the office doing my thing, the fact that I needed rest, thinking that I have to please the people from the biggest retailer in the Philippines, and that I failed.

I was not able to contain myself. I had my moment at MRT Buendia Station. I was crying. I did not care what other people would think of me. I just want it all out. If I could scream that time, I would. From the time I entered the train and went off at Shaw Station, I still could not contain myself. Tears were literally dripping down my face.

----------*----------*----------*----------

March 27, 2010

Weekend

They still want to bug me on a Saturday. Crap. Ok, so I sent them what they needed. I gave them my inputs, but they did not applied it on another version of the revised layout. GAGO! Nakakainis. What else do they need me for bugging on a weekend when they would not use my inputs anyway? Crap. Stubborn asses.

If only I could kill.

**********

Thanks to Dad for treating me to a 3D movie. How to train your dragon. Love you, Dad!

Thanks to myself for buying an exercise ball. I just realized that lessening my food intake does not contribute to my belly loss. I really need to do real exercise for good. Power core! Yeah!

Dear Friend

Dear Friend,

I am very much disappointed.

You know I did not make things hard for you. I did not hold you back. It was that your damn happiness I was competing with. I know it is hard to deal with such emotions so I accepted defeat. So much for trusting you, my friend. That trust I had for you broke us. I never thought we would end up like this. This is way way way over the borderline.

This started with my concern for you. And it was also supposed to end with that, too. But after all these, concern has gone elsewhere. I did not miss any reminders or what-so -evers, so please do not use your ignorance as an excuse. I'm sorry, my dear, but it won't work for me anymore. I have had a dose of it.

You want to hear it from me? YOU SCREWED UP. You are such a mess.

Thank you for your selfishness. Thank you for you.

Sincerely,

Your-friend-who's-thinking-twice-to-disown-someone-like-you

P.S.

Get well soon

Finally.

Hello, again, blogspot. Oh god. I have been fretting all weekend how to go back to blogging. I made an account under iamstrongice and deleted it just now 'cause I have decided to revive this. I didn't know I won't be able to use that name again even if I have deleted the account. Oh well, so much for identifying myself as iamstrongice.

Oh, btw, as I have mentioned in my first and last post in my iamstrongice blosgpot (now dead), I have made a Tumblr account, too. ( http://iamstrongice.tumblr.com )

That's all for now. The prodigal child is back. Thank you for the warm welcome. <3