I’ve been listening to this song since 2008

Soon Be To Nothing
Kelly Mountain road saw a heavy load
With a sagging heart and a break apart
Voices in me stood as thick as thieves
With no sympathy for the beggars art
I have passed these pines ’bout a million times effortlessly
Now I grip the wheel fear is what I feel
At the slow unraveling of me
You tell me it’s temporary it’s a matter of time
By God don’t you think I know it’s in my mind
It’s right over left and healing the then
I’ll soon be to nothing but I don’t know when
Well the way I flee on my crooked feet
Barn happy horse on a one-track course
Then I self despise cryin’ out my eyes
‘Cause the happy trail led me to remorse
But the road is long and the song is gone
I blow empty in my cicada shell
If I saw my choice I might find my voice
But I don’t know when and I just can’t tell
You tell me it’s temporary just a matter of time
By God don’t you think I know it’s in my mind
It’s right over left and healing the then
I’ll soon be to nothing but I don’t know when
Deep behind my face is a safer place
But old gears are hitched tight to the gate
It’s a daily grind waiting to unwind
Till I hear that click that unlocks my fate
So tell me it’s temporary it’s a matter of time
By God don’t you think I know it’s in my mind
It’s right over left and healing the then
I’ll soon be to nothing but I don’t know when
I’ll soon be to nothing but I don’t know when
I’ll soon be to nothing but I don’t know when

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Love is a losing game

Before Amy Winehouse shot to international fame with her award-winning album, Back to Black, she was already mesmerizing a limited number of followers with her gift. I have to admit that while I had always known that with the way she carried on with her drug and alcohol binges, it was just a matter of time before her body gave out to the effects of addiction. Last Saturday, she joined the 27 Club.
A favorite from her first album, Love is a Losing Game tells of how love is a lot like gambling; only the player is often dealt with the losing hand. It’s a painfully sad yet hauntingly true assessment of the greatest of human emotions.

Love Is A Losing Game
For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game
One I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Self professed… profound
Till the chips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand
Though I battle blind
Love is a fatal resign
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fatal resign
Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Charice’s appearance on ‘Glee’

I have a hunch that the country stopped the way it has always done whenever Manny Pacquiao’s got a fight on.  Here be the initial video grabs of Charice Pempenco’s guesting as Filipina exchange student, Sunshine Corazon, on the hit TV musical, Glee.

Sadly, Sunshine Corazon is joining New Direction’s rival Vocal Adrenaline.

This, too, might one day be forgotten

I don’t remember anymore who taught me to sing Pinoy folk songs, such as Bahay Kubo, Leron Leron Sinta, and Paro-Parong Bukid; it must have been my Lola, my mother, or my kindergarten teacher. However, I learned to appreciate such songs about the simple life on the countryside: there was a the typical nipa hut in the middle of a vegetable garden, a young man named Leron unsuccessfully picking papaya fruits from a wobbly tree, and a barrio lass metaphorically referred to as a butterfly (paru-paro).

I wonder what kids nowadays sing at classrooms apart from the usual ABC and Twinkle Twinkle little stars, especially at private pre-elementary schools. Do parents and teachers, especially those who insist that their kids speak only English, still teach their kids to sing folk songs? Or do we only find it cool when foreign choirs sing our Bahay-Kubo, and whatnot?

So, it is *Le* Jukebox: continuing the Roland Garros jukebox tradition with Muzz, Bobbysod, Tsonga, and Djoker with introductions by Le Fed

Oh Bobby Sod, you do know how to pull a “yoke”.

UPDATE: Oh, Rafa won’t like this, but fans will.

As for the Fed’s FO garb, I’m couci-couça on the yet-another-blue and the French-inspired stripe accents on the sleeves, but I’m surely digging the slightly funky shoes if only because the fading teal is a lot more dramatic than the boring old color blocks that we saw on the previous grand slams.

This year’s ensemble is a huge improvement from last year’s, but I hope the performance brings the same results as 2009’s. However, given TMF’s early exists from the tournaments that followed the Australian Open, I’m setting my expectations a little low for Roland Garros.