mixtape

On my way home everyday, I pass by a bus terminal. And everyday, I just want to jump into the bus to lucena. Just leave the city with no plans, no destination and sit on the bus for hours and hours and listen to ray la montagne’s raspy voice. Maybe I’ll get some answers. And if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll stumble upon some kind of truth.

Hmmm… lucena isn’t that far. I don’t think that road trip will be long enough to stumble into anything. maybe i should go back to bicol. or maybe i should go up north... like vigan or I don’t know… wherever…

And maybe instead of just la montagne’s music, I should make a mix tape. Well, not exactly a mix tape, but a really kick ass playlist in my ipod.

Yey. Project!


NP: better together : jack johnson
"There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a, shoebox of photographs
with sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go?
And how come we're so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing its always better when we're together"