A different life indeed.

as much as i want it, i just cant get an opportunity to go out of town, have fun and burn and under the sun this summer. i'd like to enjoy that exquisite cuisine that they offer on far far away lands, experience the relaxing mood of good music, good vibes and good people and of course the foray of nature's endless love and beauty.

but here i am, in bustling manila. where the smoke and riptides of post-modern, post-colonial anarchical nepotism-globalization movements are aghast. where junctures of the holy rule of sancti benedicti couldn't be more elusive and used. there could've been more for my beloved country but i'm not in my patriot alter-ego right now.

i could've enjoyed a bottle of beer mixed with white funk smoke and the terrors of white malacanang.

all the poetry and love..
all the lust and greed..

oh, jazz, oh jazz..

i need a life aknew.