High and Dry

So I'm ripping off a title of a song from the nineties, which seemed to have been engraved on what seems to be a generational mishap in the greatest decade ever to be a teenager. Musically, most of the songs you hear now are the remnants of that era. Intellectually, those were the years when everyone would challenge anything just for the sake of stirring-up an argument to get everyone involved and at the very least get them out on their dogmatic cage. Personally, its a life that if had it on tape I'd play it everyday just to remind me that I should never sell out just to belong, and that I have principles to lead my days with. But I'm not really writing about the 90's, I was just blabbing about it upon listening to a couple of songs in launchcast and playing music that I'm mostly familiar with. And I think blabber I just did.

Summer is officially over. The wet season has come to capture lost souls and rain comes washing away the desolation that fried up during the hot miserable two months. I know there's two more weeks to try and stretch out the summer and maybe some can still do, but my summer has come and gone and I believe I've done my time with it. For four consecutive weekends I was north and south fortunate enough to get places and check out cool waters and weather. Went to Puerto Galera, Baguio, Batangas and Subic. It was only last week that I didn't go anywhere, pretty much coz I thought there's really nowhere to go to anymore. It was a summer that probably deserves a better story told in a more fancy manner but not in writing I suppose. Perhaps pictures would tell it rather extravagantly when I get to upload them. That is when maybe we could meander on such pleasantness the summer has given.

It has been raining for the two consecutive nights and the morning is blanketed by the overcast. If it not only of the stagnant smog and belched residues, the sight here from the 9th floor would have been lovely for a cup of coffee and the translucence of the mind. And so my favorite season kicks off with a pleasure of welcoming everyone with a dash of clarity and perhaps would offer you a tad of purity even if you were just babbling, just like me.