With A Heart That’s Full Up Like A Landfill

by jenniferbalboa



Right in the warm belly of our dirty, pretty city…

Rancid’s And Out Come The Wolves. Which means Nanay could now throw away my tape. But not the sleeves!

Coldplay’s Parachutes, X&Y (“still my heart and hold my tounge i feel my time my time is come let me in unlock the door i never felt this way before the wheels just keep on turning the drummer begins to drum i don’t know which way i’m goin’ i don’t know which way i’ve come hold my hand inside your hands i need someone who understands i need someone someone who hears for you i’ve waited all these years for you i’ll wait ’til kingdom come until my day my day is done and say you’ll come and set me free just say you’ll wait you’ll wait for me”… they sound like Johnny Cash!), and Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends, and A Rush Of Blood To The Head.

Led Zepelin’s II, III, and Coda.

The Clash’s Sandinista.

Alice In Chain’s Jar Of Flies.

And I got Mga Gitarista (featuring Jun Lopito, Francis Reyes, Mike Elgar, Barbie Almalbis, etc.) and an Apo Hiking Society thing for my bro, who was with me by the way (he had to buy strings from Raon). Oh, and corn-on-the-cob! Munching on it while walking towards Espana.

But nothing beats the joy of seeing OK Computer at the shelf of M1 Glorietta last Thursday, after another exam. A heart that’s full up like a landfill. I guess I’m not that jinxed in Makati, afterall. I did spend my 30th birthday there, and singing The Rose. And with my dearest friends cheering me on and holding me close. Oh how quickly I forget!

That’s exactly why I need mister pen. He helps me remember. Like he just did, right now, here.

Thank you thank you thank you…