Sunday, September 30, 2007

80's cartoon mania

We may very well remember the 80’s for those colorful tops and bottoms, hairdo’s that go wherever, and “That’s entertainment”.

However, in the eyes of a child who was born in that decade, cartoon characters are far more memorable. Who would forget He-Man, She-Ra or the Ghostbusters?

These cartoons may be low-budgeted compared to the digital animation of current years but still, they remind us that once in our life we were children who would want to be our a He-Man or a She-Ra – our very own superheroes.

Let us savor the nostalgia and satisfy ourselves with what the 80’s has offered and we have come to enjoy.


Salsa ala Ms. Irish



I have studied in this school for quite a while and I admit I have seen some of the goofy sides of my clinical instructors. I am posting this as proof.

In the spirit of the upcoming quizbowl, I present to you my reliable coach in her candid moment doing the world-famous dance - Salsa. Enjoy...

Nolita and her bones





What used to be a busy street in Milan, Italy played host to the giant naked picture of an anorexic woman as part of an advertising strategy of a clothing company based there. Motorists - some appalled, some somehow relieved - cannot help themselves but stare at the sad epitome of how the world views sexiness.

When I saw this news on TV, I could not help but feel proud that in the cutthroat and sometimes, (sorry to say this) shallow world of modeling and fashion, an insider (NOLITA clothing brand) is alarmed by the sudden rise in the incidence of anorexia. Children as young as 3 years old are already concerned about gaining weight. They are not only deprived of a chance to enjoy their childhood but also their young minds are shrouded by thoughts and problems that are way out of their league.

This image just goes to show that you do not have to be very skinny to look beautiful. I may not be a health expert but I know for sure that eating a balanced diet, drinking lots of water, and leading a healthy lifestyle are the only surefire ways to achieving a figure not only we dream about but our own body as well.

To Nolita, I hope their statement achieved its purpose: to rouse the people from what could have been a deep slumber of superficiality and utter disregard for health.


Friday, September 28, 2007

Siamese Turtles?



I was browsing through my yahoo mail when this news caught my attention. It is currently displayed in the yahoo webpage.

Who would have thought that despite the advancing age of technology, in a world where simple pictures are altered and airbrushed, a magnificent wonder of nature would sprout?

In the simple town of Norristown, Pennsylvania, a conjoined or siamese turtle with two heads, two pairs of legs and a single tail is on display at a local petshop. Call it proof that nature will find its way to make its wonders be known!

I just can't help but post it. Hope you enjoyed!

Good Omens - A Book to Beat



I am very hard person to please and I don't laugh at random jokes cracked by anyone. While browsing for a good book to buy early this month (National Bookstore was on sale), I chanced upon this crafty, comedic book of some sorts: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchet. It makes the Apocalypse hilarious rather than scary. I admit, whenever I hear of the apocalypse, it runs shivers to my bones. Hehe.


I have read some chapters and I must admit it made me smile. Lets wait until it finally makes me roll on the floor laughing the guts out of me. I am anticipating that day. Anyways, it is a good read and I say it with no qualms at all.

Here is its synopsis for everybody's entertainment:

It is the coming of the End Times; the Apocalypse is near, and Final Judgment will soon descend upon the human race. This comes as a bit of bad news to the angel Aziraphale (who was the angel of the Garden of Eden) and the demon Crowley (who was the serpent who tempted Eve to eat the apple), respectively the representatives of God and Satan on Earth, as they've actually gotten quite used to living their cozy, comfortable, lives and, in a perverse way, actually have taken a liking to humanity. As such, since they're both good friends (despite supposedly being polar opposites, representing Good and Evil as they do), they decide to work together and keep an eye on the Antichrist, destined to be the son of a prominent American diplomat stationed in Britain, and thus ensure he grows up in a way that means he can never decide simply between Good and Evil and, therefore, postpone the end of the world.

Unfortunately, Warlock, the child everyone thinks is the Anti-Christ is, in fact, a perfectly normal eleven-year-old boy. Owing to a bit of a switch-up at birth, the real Anti-Christ is in fact Adam Young, a charismatic and slightly otherworldly eleven-year-old who, despite being the harbinger of the Apocalypse, has lived a perfectly normal life as the son of typically English parents and, as a result, has no idea of his true powers. As Adam blissfully and naively uses his powers, creating around him the world of Just William (because he thinks that's what an English child's life should be like), the race is on to find him—the Four Horsemen (or, rather, Bikers, owing to their motorcycles) of the Apocalypse assemble and the incredibly accurate (yet so highly specific as to be useless) prophecies of Agnes Nutter, seventeenth-century prophetess, are rapidly coming true.

Agnes Nutter was a witch in the 17th century and the only truly accurate prophet to have ever lived. She wrote a book called "The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch" a collection of prophecies that did not sell very well because they were unspectacular and, ironically enough, all true. She, in fact, decided to publish it only so that she could receive a free copy as the author. There is only one copy of the book left, which belongs to her descendant Anathema Device. Agnes was burnt at the stake by a mob (because that's what mobs did at that time); however, because she had foreseen her fiery end ("ye're tardy; I should have been aflame ten minutes since") and had packed 80 pounds of gunpowder and 40 pounds of roofing nails into her petticoats, everyone who participated in the burning was killed instantly.

From: http://www.wikipedia.org/

Fita

I am indeed in posting mood today. Hehehehe.

Here is another Filipino commercial you'll miss seeing on TV. As they say, kung magbibigay na rin lang, bigay mo na lahat!


Classic TV Commercial

Imagine your child a hundred shades darker than you are? and when you look at the mother nor the father, they are fair skinned? How would you react? This is what is depicted in this filipino commercial that had its run in TV in 2004.



Thursday, September 27, 2007

open response to a comment


@aoshi: Who says its over? Girl, it's just starting. hehe. Don't worry, I'll try my best to take care of your friend.

To rey, my silence over your post doesn't indicate my lack of feeling/s. But rather, the flow of thoughts and emotions were just overwhelming. Simply put, I miss you too.

Five Days

Five days I woke up with you by my side
Five days was spent in blissful surrender
Five days was real, we had nothing to hide
Five days left us a gift, something to ponder
At first you were hesitant... a cloud of doubt
A pillow you've placed to protect you from me
Take it off, no more fight, embrace what its all about
I'll take you places, you've dreamed to see
Your warm breath on my nape, shivers to my spine
Butterfly kisses, planted on my back
An embrace telling, I am yours, you are mine
And a kiss on my lips, sealed all that is divine
Five days past, we had to say good bye
Five days past, all we had to do was smile
Five days past, with this mem'ry, we'll get by
Five days past, we'll walk hand in had through the mile...

Mish u teddy bear!

(madami pa dapat kasunod, pero baka censored na, hahaha)



I appreciate the fact that despite your very busy schedule, you have managed to post a comment on what I have written. Alam ko halos tulog-opisina-bahay ka nalang.

Know this, there was never a day that i don't think of you, never a minute that i don't feel the surge in my stomach because i remember you, never a second of longing to somehow turn back time and make that five days last till my breaths fail me. I miss you lee-an and I always will.




For now, i will satisfy myself with as a simple token from you. I will long for the day that you'll be back in Cebu.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Makes Me Wonder - Maroon Five

A friend of mine has turned obsessed with this song. She has requested that I post the lyrics plus the video. Being the dutiful friend that I am, here it is only for my friend's SATISFACTION and HAPPINESS.hehe



Maroon 5 Lyrics

Maroon 5 Makes Me Wonder Lyrics


[Verse]
I wake up with blood-shot eyes
Struggled to memorize
The way it felt between your thighs
Pleasure that made you cry
Feels so good to be bad
Not worth the aftermath, after that
After that
Try to get you back

[Bridge]
I still don't have the reason
And you don't have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a f**k about you

[Chorus]
Give me something to believe in
Cause I don't believe in you
Anymore, Anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference to try
(Yeah)
So this is goodbye

[Verse]
God damn, my spinning head
Decisions that made my bed
Now I must lay in it
And deal with things I left unsaid
I want to dive into you
Forget what you're going through
I get behind, make your move
Forget about the truth

[Bridge]
I still don't have the reason
And you don't have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a f**k about you

[Chorus 1 + 2]
Give me something to believe in
[Makes Me Wonder lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Cause I don't believe in you
Anymore, Anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference,
It even makes a difference to try (yeah)
And you told me how you're feeling
But I don't believe it's true
Anymore, Anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry
(Oh no)
So this is goodbye

[Breakdown]
I've been here before
One day a week
And it won't hurt anymore
You caught me in a lie
I have no alibi
The words you say don't have a meaning
Cause..

[Bridge]
I still don't have the reason
And you don't have the time
And it really makes me wonder
If I ever gave a f**k about you and I...
and so this is goodbye

[Chorus 1 + 2]
Give me something to believe in
Cause I don't believe in you,
Anymore, Anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference,
It even makes a difference to try
And you told me how you're feeling
But I don't believe it's true
Anymore Anymore
I wonder if it even makes a difference to cry
(Oh no)
So this is goodbye
So this is goodbye, yeah (x 3)
(Oh no)

Monday, September 24, 2007

My New Favorite Song

This is a revival but somehow it never stuck in my mind. I've heard the song a thousand times in the past but I only came to grasp its meaning when the one I liked and actually love flew to a place far from where I am. That person introduced me to the song and it became my instant favorite.




So Far Away
Bamboo

So far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know that you’re just time away
.
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you’re so far away

One more song about movin’ along the highway
Can’t say much of anything that’s new
If I could only work this life out my way
I’d rather spend it bein’ close to you

But you’re so far away
You’re so far away

Travelin’ around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin’ else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
But there’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find

But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn’t help to know, it doesn’t help to know
It doesn’t help to know

You’re so far away

Christian Bautista's Abomination?




Asian Idol Christian Bautista somehow failed his millions of Filipino fans when he commited a mistake in his rendition of the Philippine National anthem: "Lupang Hinirang". Midway Through the song, he accidentally or not made an unexpected turn and ended the song quite prematurely.

I would never want to be in Christian's position because Filipinos can be overly critical at times. True, He may have a total blunder but let us not forget that Christian is as human as we all are. He is bound to make mistakes. Let us give the poor guy a break because after all whatever pride he has brought to the country could never be equalled by any amount of misgivings in the future.

Christian, you are still and undoubtedly, and Asian Idol by acknowledging your mistake and learning from it.

For everybody's reference, here is the complete lyrics of the national song:

Bayang magiliw
perlas ng silanganan
alab ng puso
sa dibdib mo'y buhay

Lupang Hinirang
duyan ka ng magiting
sa manlulupig
di ka pasisiil

Sa Dagat At bundok sa simoy
at sa langit mong bughaw
may dilag ang tula at awit sa paglayang minamahal
ang kislap ng watawat mo'y tagumpay na nagniningning
ang bituin at araw niya'y kailanpama'y di magdidilim
lupa ng araw ng luwalhati't pagsinta
buhay ay langit sa piling mo
Aming ligaya na pagmay mang-aapi
ang mamatay nang dahil sayo




Sunday, September 23, 2007

Drinking and Driving

This is a poem I got from somewhere. I got this around 2004 and I had my friend, TOMOE, send it to me.

i went to a party mom, i remembered what you said
you told me not to drink mom, so i drink soda instead.
i didn't felt proud inside, the way you said i would.
i didn't drink proud and drive mom, even though the others said i should.

i know i did the right thing mom, i know you are always right
now the party is finally ending mom, and everyone is driving out of sight.
as i got into my car mom, i knew i'd get home in one piece.
because of the way you raise me, so responsible and sweet.

i started to drive away mom, but as i pulled into the road,
the other car didn't see me, and hit me like a load.
as i lay there on the pavement i hear the policeman say
the other guy is drunk mom and now i'm the one who will pay.

i'm lying here dying mom i wish you'd get here soon
how could this happen to me mom, my life just burst like a balloon.
there is blood all around me and most of it is mine.
i hear the medic say mom, i'll die in a short time.
i just wanted to tell you mom, the others didn't think
he was probably in the same party as i
the only difference is, he drank and i will die.

why do people drink mom? it can ruin your whole life.
i'm feeling sharp pains now. pains just like a knife
the guy who hit me is walking mom, and i don't think it's fair.
i'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare,
tell my brother not to cry mom, tell daddy to bebrave.
and when i go to heaven mom, put "daddy's girl"on my grave.

some should have told that guy mom, not to drink and drive.
if only they had told him mom, i would still be alive.
my breath is getting shorter mom, i'm becoming very scared
please don't cry for me mom, when i needed you,you were always there.
i have one last question mom, before i say goodbye,
i didn't drink and drive, so why am i to die?

Wonderfully Short-Lived

While most people are resigned to the fact that some good things never last, others move heaven and earth to somehow make it last a bit more. Humans find it hard to let go of a something pleasant thinking that by doing so, they would be spared from being in pain or suffering agonizing consequences. More often than not, they are proven wrong and instead are faced with far more excruciating end-results.

Do you believe some good things are never meant to last?

Below is the story of a person who has affected my life in grandiose proportions.

In the previous week, I have met someone and we have spent five days together. Quite unexpectedly, that person took me places I have not been, brought about emotions I have yet to fathom and let me experienced things only found in my subconscious. Despite such a whirlwind of a romance (if you can even qualify it as such!) and such a short time spent together, my feelings betrayed me. My usually emotionless and distant demeanor has turned out to be exactly the opposite. The person seduced me to become the person I dreadfully fear of turning into: an emotional and easily read. I was no longer poker-faced, aloof and snob. With that person, proximity and intimacy was never an issue to me. No matter how much I tried to distant myself, I am drawn to the person even more. Smiling almost became automatic. The person tricked me that “my-mind-over-matter” take on things never seemed to work. Indeed, my brain cells malfunctioned that I ended up having to wear my heart so openly – so open that it could have easily fallen prey to any monstrous predators that abound. Thankfully, that person was never the opportunistic type. I was my most vulnerable state yet I was never taken advantage. Every amount of infatuation I had was reciprocated with every inch of care possibly given by a human being. To some point, I was in love and that person, in a very subtle way, taught me a very tangible lesson in life: by learning to love yourself only will you be able to love others. Being with that person, being ecstatic is an understatement (I hope I was able to get that through.).

However, the tryst has proved to be short-lived. The person could not stay with me for good because of the bounds of work, family life and personal attachments based in Manila. I had no choice but to hesitantly say goodbye (hopefully, just for now). In fairness, the person specifically stated that the stay would only be good for five days and I admit that five days felt like years of togetherness. I can honestly say that somehow I have known the person for a lifetime.

I hope that this good thing could have its continuation.

Now, regarding the above-stated question, I admit, at some point in my life, I have been both a believer and skeptic. True, I can be very clingy at times; holding on to every ounce of possibility that things are bound to work should you put your heart and soul into it. However, I have come to realize (the painful way, of course!) that learning to let go is an awful part of life. Some incidents happen only to teach you and get you prepared so that when you are faced with the same situation, you take on it with a knowing mind, a strong heart and all-the-needed confidence. Some degree of familiarity will always be a good ally and it could come in handy in the most desperate times.


P.S.:
Anyhow, Lee-an, wherever your feet may randomly take you and whatever you may be preoccupied with as of the moment, I would like you to know that having you in Cebu is the most liberating feeling of all. Lying beside you was the most secure time of my life. With you, I truly am myself minus the blunders (you know what I mean). I will miss you!

Though it may not include me, I will fervently hope for your happiness and success. You deserve that!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

to all paulo coelho fans

I have received a comment from a fellow fan of the writing genius Paulo Coelho. His name is Aart Hilal. He said some very interesting updates regarding our favorite author which I find useful for his (Paulo's) enormous fan base from all over the world.

Here it goes:



Hello!
I'm also a big Paulo Coelho fan and I don't know if you̢۪ve heard about his blog:

I've started as a fan and now I'm collaborating with him and thought that you would like to enter his universe.
Check the blog, if you want, or subscribe to his newsletter:
http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/index.html

You'll see a community of warriors of light sharing ideas, dreams and most importantly following their personal legend.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"He who loves
has conquered the world
and has no fear of losing anything.
True love is an act of total surrender."

See you there and have a great day!
Aart





Note: Thank you Aart! I sure will visit the blog! I am happy to be given the chance to converge with fans like me, converse with enthnically-different but united and highly intellectual class of fellows and eventually, know my favorite writer on a more personal level. I will frequent the blog. Thanks again.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

laugh trip v. 1



everybody has a chance on great hair and finding their one true love....wahehehehe...simang! hahahahaha....

this commercial just goes to show that there is equality in the philippines regardless of race, religion, sex and nationality!

Saturday, September 15, 2007

a life well-lived

80 years of existence is sure long from an average person’s point of view. However, to a disheartened family, no amount of years is long enough for a treasured loved one. Although death is inevitable, eons of getting prepared will never alleviate the feeling of mourning once death approaches and finally, shadows over one’s fleeting existence.

My Lolo Arsenio passed away the other month after a year of being bed-ridden and battling edema. It can be supposed as caused by old age but despite that, it is befitting that this simple tribute be given to the one half-responsible for my mother’s life and a fourth of mine.

My lolo was a good man. He may not have finished high school but somehow, he managed to provide for his eight children. He labored hard in his farm to make ends meet. Season after season, he sowed different crops, rode his ever-reliant carabao and plowed with his bare feet and hands. Whatever academic knowledge he may have lacked, he has well compensated it with every ounce of hard work and sweat.

As father, he may have laid a hand to his children but makes sure he would hurt them with a full stomach. The best whipping he would give is a simple stroke in the hand and shrugs everything off thereafter by laughing. Ultimately, to us, his grandchildren, he never let out a single nasty word.

However, one frustration any father would have is not being able to send his children to school. He was one of them. He may have fallen short of that fatherly aspect but in general, my mom would not pick anybody else for a father. They thrived in simplicity in farm life but their family was nonetheless happy and content.

Through the years, all of his children went on their separate ways as distinct married individuals. Yet, even if his children could already provide for him, he never asked for too much. A simple bottle of beer or tanduay would elicit a genuinely toothy happiness from lolo. He and lola remained self-sufficient tending to their farm, animals and crops.

Around 75 years of age, he fell ill - his hearing and eyesight became diminished in capacity. However, this did not hamper my lolo from doing what he does best which is farming. As years went by, it came to a point where he became bedridden leading to his eventual demise.

I know that lolo is in a better place now. He has finally rested in peace with his Creator by his side. He is a place where only happiness and serenity rules. I know for sure, he loves it there!

To ultimately the hardest working person I’ll ever know in my lifetime, kudos to a life well lived!

From a Guys Point of View

  1. We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.
  2. We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning, we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.
  3. Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. One of the sexiest thing about a girlis her confidence. Yeah, you can quote me.
  4. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood i'm in.
  5. Let us pay for you! Dont "feel bad"about it. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you."
  6. Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.
  7. You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pajamas or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up.
  8. Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily.
  9. Stop using magazines/media as yourbible.
  10. Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.

Everything here is an excerpt of a message I received via friendster. I just would like to share it to everyone because it hits bullseye. I would love to give credit where it is due but I do not know who the person is. Anyway, let's all read and learn!

Battle of the Sexes Anyone?

Both have the same song titles and same catchy lyrics thrown at each other, now who did it better? You be the judge- no bias here!

SEAN KINGSTON - BEAUTIFUL GIRLS


Damn all these beautiful girls
They only wanna do you dirt
They'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When they say its over

I love you Shan Nur

JR, Sean Kingston!

(Chorus)
You're way too beautiful girl
Thats why it'll never work
You'll have me suicidal, suicidal
When you say it's over
Damn, all these beautiful girls
They only want to do you dirt
They'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When they say its over

See it started at the park
used to chill after dark
Oh when you took my heart
Thats when we fell apart
cause we both thought, that love lasts forever (lasts forever)
They say we're too young, to get ourselves sprung
Ooh we didn't care we made it very clear
And they also said that we couldn't last together (last together)
See it's very devine, you're one of a kind
But you mash up my mind, you haffi get declined
Oh lord, my baby is driving me crazy

(Chorus)
You're way too beautiful girl
Thats why it'll never work
You'll have me suicidal, suicidal
When you say it's over
Damn all these beautiful girls
They only want to do you dirt
They'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When they say its over

It was back in 99
Watching movies all the time
Oh, when I went away for doing my first crime
And I never thought that we was gonna see each other (see each other)
And then I came out
Mami moved me down south
Oh I'm with my girl
Who I thought was my world
It came out to be that she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me)
See it's very devine, you're one of a kind
But you mash up my mind, you haffi get declined
Oh lord, my baby is driving me crazy

(Chorus)
You're way too beautiful girl
Thats why it'll never work
You'll have me suicidal, suicidal
When you say its over
Damn all these beautiful girls
They only want to do you dirt
They'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When they say its over

Now were fussing and now were fighting
Please tell me why I'm feeling slighted
And I don't know how to make it better (make it better)
You're dating other guys, you're telling me lies
Oh I can't believe what I'm seeing with my eyes
I'm losing my mind and I don't think its clever (think its clever)

You're way too beautiful girl
Thats why it'll never work
You'll have me suicidal, suicidal
When you say it's over



JOJO - BEAUTIFUL GIRLS



I'm way too cool for ya boy
That's why it'll never work
I'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When I say it's over
Damn all these beautiful girls
We're only gonna do your dirt
We'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When I say it's over

Yeah yeah

I remember when
I was hanging with my friends
That's when I caught your eye
You thought that I was fly
Right then you wished that I would be your baby (be your baby)
You try to get some game
Asking me girl what ya name
All that ice upon ya chain
So I asked you the same
Something tells me that we have fun together (fun together)

I ain't easy to find
I'm a one of a kind
Oh when I judge your wine
I know your only mine
Tonight is yours
Tomorrow is for another guy (another guy)

I'm way too cool for ya boy
That's why it'll never work
I'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When I say it's over
Damn all these beautiful girls
We're only gonna do your dirt
We'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When I say it's over

You've been calling me
Leaving messages all week
Was your curiousity
Got ya knees weak

I'm not looking for a man
So I don't want no confusion (no confusion)
I took ya to the floor
Got ya begging me for more
But that was my queue to go
So I hit the door
I let you hot
With your mind used to running wild (running wild)

I ain't easy to find
I'm a one of a kind
Oh when I judge your wine
I know your only mine
If you stick around
Be careful not to fall in love (fall in love)

I'm way too cool for ya boy
That's why it'll never work
I'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When I say it's over
Damn all these beautiful girls
We're only gonna do your dirt
We'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When I say it's over

Now a couple months have past
Never thought that this would last
Oh everybody asked
How ya got a girl like that
But you should've known
That nothing lasts forever (lasts forever)
I mashed up ya mind
When I tell you lies
But boy don't be suprised
That I'm seeing other guys
I'm too young to settle
And you should've known better (known better)

Damn all these beautiful girls (you should have known)
We're only gonna do your dirt (cos I'll have)
I'll have you suicidal, suicidal
When I say it's over



Can't find a better copy...so Enjoy!

Veronika Decides to Die - The Movie

I chanced upon this news bit that the book entitled "Veronika Decides to Die" by famed author Paulo Coelho will have its film version. I loved the book when I read it and I would never hesitate to read it again should I be given a chance.

Here is the synopsis:

In his brilliant novel about the aftermath of a young woman's suicide attempt, Paulo Coelho explores three perennial themes: conformity, madness, and death. Twenty-four-year-old Veronika lives in Slovenia, one of the republics created by the dissolution of Yugoslavia. She works as a librarian by day, and by night carries on like many single women ‹ dating men, occasionally sleeping with them, and returning to a single room she rents at a convent. It is a life, but not a very compelling one. So one day, Veronika decides to end it. Her failed attempt, and her inexplicable reasons for wanting to die, land her in a mental hospital, Vilette. Veronika's disappointment at having survived sucide is palpable. She imagines the rest of her life filled with disillusionment and monotomy, and vows not to leave Vilette alive. Much to her surprise, however, she learns that a fate she desires awaits her anyway: She is destined to die within a week's time, of a heart damage caused by her suicide attempt. Gradually, this knowledge changes Veronika's perception of death and life. In the meantime, Vilette's head psychiatrist attempts a fascinating but provocative experiment. Can you "shock" someone into wanting to live by convincing her that death is imminent? Like a doctor applying defibrillator paddles to a heart attack victim, Dr. Igor's "prognosis" jump-starts Veronika's new appreciation of the world around her. From within Vilette's controlled environment, she finally allows herself to express the emotions she has never allowed herself to feel: hate and love, anger and joy, disgust and pleasure. Veronika also finds herself being drawn into the lives of other patients who lead constrained but oddly satisfying lives. Eduard, Zedka, and Mari have been sent to Vilette because there doesn't seem to be any other place for them. Their families don't understand them, and they can't adjust to the social structure that doesn't tolerate their individuality. Each of these patients reflects on Veronika's situation in his or her own flash of epiphany, exposing new desire and fresh vision for life that lies outside the asylum's walls. Vilette is an asylum in the purest sense of the word: a place of protection, where one is shielded from danger. In this case the danger is society. Those who refuse to accept society's rules have two choices: succumb to the majority's perception that they are mad, or struggle against that majority and try to find their own way in the world. The protective walls of Vilette are liberating to its patients, allowing them to explore their "madness" without criticism or harm. What they discover is both natural and startling. A novel that starts out as contemplation on the expression of conformity and madness, turns into a dazzling exploration of the unconscious choices we make each day between living and dying, despair and liberation.

-From ReadingGroupGuides.com

What struck me the most about the book is its central theme: You'll only get to live your life fully when you know you don't have much left.

Interesting enough? Go head to the nearest bookstore and buy the book or painstakingly wait for the movie's release because trust me, it will be worth it.

Shooting is said to start late August this year. It will star the soon-to-be-A-list star Kate Bosworth with Emily Young as tentative director!

5 Things I Hate about You!

I hate it when we are together but it feels like I am with someone else. You are so near yet somehow very far. (North Pole could have been warmer and penguins are far better company.)

I hate it when you say one thing but actually mean the opposite. Irony becomes you! (Be honest for once- at least to yourself.)

I hate it when you shove it in my face that we are polar opposites. (You are religious all right, righteous to some point and I am the most dangerous person in the world. Haha!)

I hate it when you talk of time. I spend it with you as much as I can but still, it is not enough. (Why don’t you marry your wristwatch, wall clock or grandfather’s clock! You will always have all the time. There is an added bonus: the pendulum to bang your head with for reality check- you need that trust me!)

I hate it when you say you are sensitive. To tell you frankly, you are blatantly lying to yourself. You know I have issues to resolve and problems I am beset with yet you only think of yourself- stressing on how you want time spent with you! (Look who’s being sensitive now! Did you ever get enough attention?)

You are never perfect- with misgivings and imperfections- but I took you as you are. Now spare me the drama, you are not a relationship expert; don't act as if you are!

P.S. What is written here are products of the blogger’s cruel and sometimes angry imagination. Whatever likeness it has to the readers was never done on purpose but just mere coincidence!

Britney's Blunder!

The much-hyped come back turned out to be a wrong call. I quote the painfully blunt Simon Cowell of famous American Idol, "The song wasn't right, the image wasn't right and she just wasn't rehearsed. If she'd turned up and given that performance on 'The X Factor' auditions I wouldn't have put her through to the next round. The problem she has now is that she could have killed her career. It's difficult to come back from that performance, for a while at least:

And here are the numerous spoofs made in the name of such a lack-luster rehearsal err performance:

Sunday, September 9, 2007

of bottles and cigarettes

At times, a feeling of immense sadness envelopes your whole soul taking you into an abyss of inconsolable feelings. No amount feigning happiness could ever awaken you from such melancholic mode. Among the few common occurrences, accompanying it includes a seemingly endless flow of lacrimal water, a sudden bout with sleep and a deafening roar of silence only audible to what now is your highly-sensitive ears. How much resistance you may give, still, the emotion overwhelms you that you succumb to what it requires: to ponder on things trivial but equally affecting.

I have had my days. There are nights where I have been transported into this alter-realm, an alternate reality. I have been surrounded by darkness that a flicker of light, despite how minute, would be greatly appreciated. My emotions are so depressed making an overdose of anesthesia far more pleasurable. I may have wept to my heart’s content but somehow, the tears I cried are never enough. My eyes may be tightly shut yet an invisible hand forces it open. My ear ceases to function that despite in utter tranquility, I am troubled by waves of thoughts as turbulent as that of a stormy day.

I am nowhere. Wherever I seek refuge, I am followed. Whenever I call for help, no one heeds my call. My shrieks are as mute as the dead of the night are.

I am looking forward to a new day: to the rays of the sun that touch my tired skin, to the breath of fresh air of the morning and most especially, to the new tomorrow I am blessed to have.

I thank the bottles who have liberated me from the night that has been and to the cigarette sticks that were witnesses to my internal struggle. Somehow, I am not alone. I am alive and I have company.

Utterly Annoyed

Filipinos have this long-standing tradition of hiring sound systems for annual fiestas. In the spirit of fun, they organize discos and a whole lot of gimmicks for the sheer entertainment of visitors as well as residents. However, when does it go out of bounds? When is much, too much?
Our barangay chapel has celebrated yet another year of its existence yesterday, September 9. The good news is the "diskoral" (in local dialect because of a mere fence guarding the disco) was not absent at all. As early as 5PM, their sound system has started shrieking like an angry siren of an ambulance and fire truck combined. Worse, the choice of music is not what you might call entertaining. Imagine having "makulay ang buhay sa sinabawang gulay" song ringing in your ears at least 5 times from early dusk until late dawn! Apart from that, the source of music is about twenty meters from where I would stand, where I would watch TV and eventually, where I would sleep (wasn't able to sleep at all as a matter of fact!). Who wouldn't get utterly annoyed?
Of course, I cannot do anything. If I storm to where the disco is and ask the organizers to halt whatever it is they are doing or at least lessen the volume, I would not only turn out as a complete jerk but also a total killjoy. I am left with no choice but to suck it up! In the end, I slept at around 4AM (roughly the time they finally decided to call it quits). Call it major sucking up!

The Art of Lying

Para sa tanang mamakak sa ilang parents para maka-kickback ug extrang kwarta panlaag...Enjoy!
Naipadala ko na 50 thousand pesos na tuition fee mo dahil pinagbili na namin mgakalabaw natin. Ang mahal pala ng kursong COUNTER STRIKE. Wala na din pala tayong baboy kasi naibenta na din para dun sa sinasabi mo na project nyo na NOKIA N95-ang mahal naman ng projectnayun. Kasama din ang 7 thousand dun para sa field trip nyo sa MALL OF ASIA. Anak, malayo ba yun? Mag-iingat ka sa pagbibiyahe mo. Isasanla pala namin ang palayan natin para mabili mo na yung instrumentong I-POD na kinakailangan mo sa laboratory nyo. Anak, komportable kaba diyan sa boarding house mo? Saan ba kamu yan sa VICTORIA COURT? Maganda ba dyan at di ba mainit diyan? Anak, kamusta na pala yung group project nyo na SANMIG LIGHT napailaw niyo na ba? Mataas ba nakuha niyo na grado dun. Anak, sana bago pa maubos ang lahat lahat ng ari-arian natin ay maka-gradweyt kana. Walong taon ba talaga ang kurso mo sa SECRETARIAL? Sana pag gradweyt mo, makakuha ka ng trabaho kaagad kagaya ng manager ng kumpanya para mabawi natin ang mga ari-arian natin sa sanglaan. Ay, siya nga pala anak, 'di ba sabi mo sa JOLLIBEE / MC DONALD ka palagi kumakain? Ok ba naman sayo ang mga ulam diyan? Baka hindi masarap? Kawawa ka naman. Eh yung school bus nyo na TAXI, sabihin mo sa driver mag ingat cya sapag dri-drive. Anak, hanggang dito nalang at sa susunod ay ipapadala ko sayo ang pera na pambili mo ng ALTIS na gagamitin mo sa VACANT SUBJECT mo.
Ang nagmamahal,
Itang at Inang
P.S. Anak mag-aral ka ng mabuti!
Note: These are excerpts from a text message sent to me by a friend.

My Kind of "Ideal"

I once said to a friend, I do not believe in an ideal person to love. You might as well marry or be in a relationship with a God before your ideal person's proximity becomes clear in your horizon. Sometimes, our minds play tricks on us that even fictitous thoughts buried deep in our subconcious rule over what is supposed-to-be sane and real. There is never a perfect person- only humans with flaws and shortcomings.
Despite that, still, anyone would want the best person to play the other half in the beautiful love story they'd want to be brewing- perhaps, the apt cream to their unique coffee. But the sad part of it is that the luxury of choice has never made itself available to love. You do not choose who you'd fall for. Love is never multiple choice or matching type but merely trial and error. It randomly strucks and when it does, you single-handedly face it head-on. You'd be lucky come out of it with simple bruises and cuts but more often than not, it results to pain and tears (never mentioning it is unreciprocated at times).
Now, if I am asked what my ideal person would be, I'd say that would be anybody who comes my way. She may fell short from my standards but if she evokes an emotion deep-rooted and genuine from me, I'd take her as she is. For me, love is growing together despite being two different individuals. In the end, I could always only hope for the best and expect the worse.
Ikaw, what is your kind of ideal?

Monday, September 3, 2007

Before I Go

I am going back to Cebu City today and the soonest I could come back home is Friday. So eto laughtrip tayo. Goodluck sa puso ng saging.


Sunday, September 2, 2007

New Coke Commercial

I have always been fascinated by animation. That's why, when I chanced upon this coke commercial here in the Philippines, I immediately went online and searched it via YouTube. Turns out, it has been shown in other countries months ago. As a simple tribute to a brilliant concept for a commercial, here it is....

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Naga City, Cebu?

First of all, I do not claim to be a bureaucratic guru to know about the advantages of Naga's conversion into a city. Trust me, I know the least!
I am making this blog entry solely as a private citizen of the town who has spent practically all of my life here. This quaint town has had its share of development - it boasts of 3 gigantic Power Plants generating a suitable income for a simple town to thrive. Its town proper is infiltrated with numerous building establishments - although not multinational corporations - but enough to quench the needs of the citizens. The townsfolk has had decent jobs - thanks to the abovesaid power plants and its proximity to Cebu City ( a 45-minute PUJ ride for those who are unaware).
Generally, I am happy the way things are right now.
With the upcoming buzz of its cityhood and the scheduled plebiscite tomorrow, the big question is: Will I vote yes?. Honestly, no I am not. I cannot sacrifice the peace of mind I have everytime I stroll its somewhat busy streets (lawless individuals are bound to appear, you see). I could never allow more pollution to its surrounding seas (only source of income for Fishermen), to its somewhat fresh air and to its provincial feel in general.
When I am in Naga, I feel like I am in another world: no traffic congestion, lush greens abound, and home does feel like home.
I know I am but one vote. My writing this would never stop whatever the result would be tomorrow. Still, I am happy. I've made my stand and I will not vote.