the MARGINALS 101219 d-side/RIGZ/PINOY ROCK RADIO gig

the MARGINALS magulong mundo

I wrote this song on the eve of my father's death some 24 years ago... and I still miss you to death, Tatay. I wish to see you very soon.

rubycasie woman in chains

it hurts... but you have to set them free and never be sad and instead be thankful that it happened

the MARGINALS whiteman in hammersmith palais

casie running on faith

the MARGINALS magulong mundo

the worst that you can do is ...

Back track on an agreement.

As luck would have it back in August, I closed a deal that would make our business a significant amount of money... after a failed attempt at several projects due to the lack of management support, I have finally capped a deal that would be worth something for this business.

And then, as bad luck would have it, we were put in a perilous position that would jeopardize the partnership. It was a situation that put me in harms way... beaten and broken in all aspects... I fought on and managed a win despite the odds.

Now, with everything slowly clearing up. My battle remains as I battle my own company for logic and common sense.

This situation will remain, that I am sure. You lose everything and gain nothing...

the Terrible Year that was

Every turn of the year brings to us a certain amount of anxiety and/or hope as to what the new year might usher in for us. For since I can remember, I have viewed that time always give us a roller coaster ride into the vastness and uncertainty of life's circumstance.

2018 or the year that was gave me more downs than ups... the past year has seen the demise of a business I helped create and care for,  it has given me much heartache with a relationship that I thought would last me my lifetime, and it has shown me that much of life's offered opportunities are not necessarily and automatically ripe for the picking.

Before the year ended I was heart-broken, beaten and damaged... and all of a sudden I knew what silence meant.

All of a sudden, I heard what the stillness and the quiet was trying to say.

It whispered that happiness leads to complacency, happiness is the couch potato who is unable to be productive, and that happiness all by itself is utterly boring.

I have always said that I have led a consistently sad and sorry life and that the pursuit of happiness means the pursuit of small pockets of happiness scattered in between the vastness on the plains of sadness and misery.

For a few moments of my life, that belief I have forgotten. Drunken by my happiness, smitten by my complacency.

But as luck would have it, failures and injuries are things that I have learned not to nurse or cuddle, at least not for more of the time they deserve. Pain should be cherished only for the briefest of moments, gather up your lessons and then go and then it would be time to move on. Stroll into the sadness... walk into misery and broaden your sights in search for the next pocket of happiness. 

And as my luck would have it, I have ended the year that was, happy and content, and started the new year at the same state. I don't know, as no one does, what will come this new year. What I know and what I have learned is that I will be happy but I will never be complacent because I have learned that not all that has been broken can be fixed.

Thank you, G.