My Pride

Woke up early today despite the little hour of sleep i had. Amazingly my mind was alert. Though I stayed in bed and curled for a few minutes more... My mind was wondering between next days work tasks (argh) and the thought of our blissful ride thru the Quezon province last week. Ah life. That bittersweet mixture of work days & lazy days...

The urge of waking from my torture of work & leisure reverie, I decided to buy Kenyo's Album today. The album titled "Maharlika" includes me in the cover. Hardly even recognizable me. Yet me all the same. My friend Micheecoo designed it. I remember receiving a text from her asking to shoot me. To think I said No. Not because i didn't want to really. But more because I didn't think I was pretty enought to be in any of her projects. Still, persuaded that it would just be my face... I said yes. It was over in... 3 minutes. I didn't know why I had such a fuzz. It was short and sweet. If I had known it would take that easy, i should have just said YES right then there.

I was glad it happened. It's funny but, even though my face here is hardly seen... still. It's me! The feeling of pride immediately filled me... and surprisingly it felt good.

And the music... oh so good! Kudos to Kenyo! And am not saying this because I'm in the album. The lyrics and melody are beautiful. And you know every rise and fall of the drum sticks, every pluck in the guitar strings, and every breath they make in singing... it means something, with everything falling in the big picture of the album.

I especially like the Strong Man, to quote:

"I'm invincible. I've been living on the edge. Indestructible. I can take on any quest. I would never hesitate. Risk my life, unafraid. Maybe that's why I need someone to make me feel weak like you do."

Maharlika is available on record bars in metro manila.

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