Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Here I Am




Sometimes you have to give in to what you feel. As they say, you only live once, and if you feel that this is the only time..the only chance for you to love...go for it. If not, you will only have regrets. This is my life. This is my choice. You told me to be strong for you.


So here I am.



Been running from this feeling for so long
Telling my heart I didn't need you
Pretending I was better off alone
But I know that it's just a lie
So afraid to take a chance again
So afraid of what I feel inside

But I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
I need to share every breath of you
Oh I, oh I
I need to know I can see you smile each morning
Look into your eyes each night for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you, oh I
I need to be next to you
Need to be next to you

Right here with you is right where I belong
I lose my mind if I can't see you
Without you there's nothing in this life
That would make life worth living for
I can't make it if you're not there
I can't fight what I feel any more

Cause I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
I need to share every breath of you
Oh I, oh I
I need to know I can see you smile this morning
Look into your eyes each night for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you, oh I
I need to be next to you
I need to have your arms next to mine for all the time
Holding for all my life
I need to be next to you
I need to be next to you
Oh I, oh I
Need to be, need to be next to you
Share every breath of you
I need to feel you in my arms, baby, in my arms baby
I need to be next to you


Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Stainless Kalachuchi

Bata pa lang ako, mahilig na akong magbasa. Kung anu-ano ang binabasa ko. Pero kailangan may illustration, hindi ako nagbabasa ng libro na walang drawing. Palibhasa siguro, parang boring tingnan ang librong puro letra lang ang makikita mo. Noon ko napansin na importante na sa unang page pa lang ng isang libro eh mahuli mo na ang kiliti ng babasa nito. Syempre pag bata ka, illustration o drawing ang gusto mo munang makita tapos tsaka mo babasahin. Kaya kung anu-anong children's encyclopedia ang binabasa ko.

Pag tinatanong ako nung bata ako kung anong gusto kong regalo sa pasko, palaging libro ang hinihingi ko. Madalas pag wala akong kalaro nung bata pa ako, nasa kwarto lang ako lagi nagkukulong, nagbabasa ng libro. Ako lang kasi ang babae sa aming magkakapatid at ako pa ang bunso kaya sanay akong mag-isa talaga. Maniwala kayo't sa hindi, hindi ako nabo-bore kahit mag-isa ako at nagbabasa ng libro o nakakulong lang sa kwarto. Lalabas lang ako para kumain tapos babalik ulit sa kwarto. May ilang libro na akong binili na hindi ko na alam kung nasaan ngayon (may mga humiram kasi na hindi marunong magbalik hehe). Medyo maingat ako sa gamit kaya ayokong nagugusot ang libro ko kaya kung nagusot na after mo hiramin, sayo na lang.

Dito nagsimula ang hilig ko sa pagsusulat. Kung anu-anong walang kwentang bagay na ang sinulat ko. Gusto ko dati mag-take ng Creative Writing sa UP. Gusto ko magsulat para sa isang dyaryo o magasin. Pero masaya na ako na nauso ang online journal o blog. Dito hindi na kailangang dumaan pa sa editor ang sasabihin mo. At wala akong pakialam kahit may makabasa nito o wala. Ang importante eh naisulat ko yung gusto kong sabihin. Diba? Diba? Diba?

Ngayon ko lang napansin na nakakatuwa pala magsulat ng blog na nagtatagalog ka lang. Wala ka ng grammar na iisipin pa. Naaliw ako pag nagbabasa ako ng mga articles sa Peyups.com na sulat sa tagalog. Kasi mas nakaka-relate yung nagbabasa. Isa sa mga idolo kong manunulat ay si Bob Ong. Nag-aaral pa ako nun sa Baguio nung una kong makita ang libro nya. Napansin ko ang isang kulay itim na libro. Akala ko pang-black magic kaya binuksan ko..at eto ang una kong nabasa...

<'> PATAY NA 'KO?!?
<.--.> Ilang beses mo ba gustong marinig ang 'oo'? Kung may bayad ang bawat tanong, mayaman na 'ko.
<'> Totoong patay na ako???
<.--.> Bawal magsinungaling dito.
<'> Pero bakit...
<'> Sinong...
<'> Paanong...
<'> Asaan ako?
<'> Sino ka?
<.--.> Patay ka na.
<.--.> Nasa lugar ka ng mga patay.
<.--.> Receptionist ako sa mga lugar ng patay.
<.--.> May tanong ka pa?
<'> Pano na ang mga anak ko?
<'> Maayos na ang buhay nilang lahat. Nagpakasal na ulit ang asawa mo. Nasa Amerika na ang bunso mo. At kakapanganak lang sa ikatlo mong apo sa tuhod kanina habang nagsasalita ka.
<'> HUH?!?! kakamatay ko pa lang ah?
<.--.> Mag-iisang oras ka na dito.
<'> Alam ko!?
<.--.> Dito, pero sa lupa, higit apat na dekada ka ng patay. Ang isang araw dito, isanlibong taon sa lupa. 2049 na. Kung binabasa mo yung handout na binigay ko syo sa halip na tanong ka ng tanong, kanina pa dapat malinaw syo ang lahat.
<.--.> Tingnan mo...
<'> Saan yan???
<.--.> Sa Pilipinas.
<'> Eh bakit ganyan yan? Sino yan?
<.--.> Si Marvin.
<'> Marvin?
<.--.> Marvin. Marvin Agustin.
<'> Yung artista? Matanda na? Anong ginagawa nya dyan?
<.--.> Presidente sya ng bansa mo.
<'> Huh?!!!!
<.--.>Ayos naman ah! Gusto nga sya ng mga tao eh.
<'> E sino yan? Asawa nya?
<.--.> Saan?
<'> Ayan sa kanan.
<.--.> Ah, vice president yan.
<'> Sinong naging Vice President??
<.--.> Si Tootsie Guevarra. Yung magaling kumanta.
<'> Huh????
<.--.> Anong "huh???"? Ayos nga sila eh. Iniahon nila ang Pinas sa kahirapan.
<'> Nasan na si GMA?
<.--.> Matagal ng wala si Macapagal. Balik na ulit sa mapa ang Pilipinas. Mayaman at respetado na ulit ang bansa mo.
<'> Talaga? Hehe.
<.--.> Oo ang ingay mo kasi kanina eh. Di ko tuloy naintindihan yung speech ng Papa sa Roma..papapanoorin dapat kita.
<'> Bakit may ano?
<.--.> Pilipino ang bagong papa. Nanuod ka ba dati ng MTV? That's Entertainment?
<'> Hindi. Bakit?
<.--.>Eh hindi mo pala kilala yung bagong Papa.
<'> Sino? Anong pangalan?
<.--.> Pope Rose I
<.--.> Hindi yun ang totoo nyang pangalan pero artista sya dati.
<.--.> Donita Rose ang screen name nya.
<'> Si Donita Rose??? Yung VJ naging Pope???


Hindi ko napapansin na nakakailang page na pala ako ng ma-realize ko na kailangan kong bilihin ang libro na yun. Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas. Hindi na ako naghahanap ng drawing ngayon. Simula nung lumaki ako, nalaman kong wala pala sa drawing o ganda ng page o ganda ng cover ang dahilan para bilihin mo ang isang libro. Nasa laman pala yun. Iba ang atake ni Bob Ong sa pagsusulat. Parang nagsasalita lang sya sa harap mo. At yung mga iniisip mong hindi pwedeng isulat sa libro kagaya ng mga lumilipad na ipis, paano pumatay ng ipis, bakit may machine gun sa pwet si Astroboy, mga kakaibang teacher nung bata ka pa, mga kaaway ni Shaider kagaya ng higanteng kuto, tungkol sa Spirit of the Ballpen, si Tong (ang talangkang nagfe-friendster) at kung anu-ano pa. Lima na ang libro nya at binili ko lahat yun. Hindi sya comedian at hindi nya intensyong magpatawa pero matatawa ka sa mga sinulat nya dahil alam mong totoo at nangyayari talaga. Kaya nyang isulat ang baho ng gobyerno at mga hindi kagandahang ugali ng mga Pilipino. Hindi mo napapansin na seryoso na pala ang sinasabi nya kasi pagkatapos ng isang paragraph, may bigla na lang susulpot na quiz para malaman mo kung gano ka ka-Jologs. Madami kang matutunan sa libro nya. Mga bagay na akala mo alam mo na pero hindi pa pala.



Excerpts from ABNKKBSNPLAKo?!:

Ewan ko ba kung bakit mahirap na ang math, yun pang mga teachers na kumakain ng bata ang pinagturo nito sa eskwelahan namin. Lalo ko tuloy kinaasaran yung subject. Buti pa ang alphabet nakakagawa ng equation (c=a+b), ang number ba nakakagawa ng sentence (32 asked 4,150 if 7 will 69 8)?

Matindi ang highschool. Hari ng asaran. Hindi mawawala ang mga biruang "Bagay kayo ni _____" kung saan ipa-partner ka sa pinakapangit sa section nyo. May naging classmate akong babae dati na pinangalanang "beastfighter". Isipin mo na lang kung anong itsura nya.



Excerpt from Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino?

Lumaki ako sa panahon at lugar kung saan di pa gaanong talo ng telebisyon ang radyo. Masuwerte ako at natikman ko pa ang programa ng mga batikang komentarista at drama ng mga beteranang voice talents. Masarap alalahanin yung panahon na natatakot ka pa sa "Gabi ng Lagim" at naaaliw sa mga "pelikulang para sa tenga" tulad nito:

"Wag mo akong hawakan, Berting, nasasaktan ako! Magulo na ang buhok ko at pumapalag na ako ngayon!"

"Magtapat ka, Lorena, habang lalong humihigpit ang hawak ko syo!"

"Tama na Berting! May nakikita ako ngayong kutsilyo sa mesa, kukunin ko ito at bigla kong isasaksak sayo..ayan nakuha ko na..sinaksak na kita!"

"Aaaah! Sinaksak mo ako sa tiyan, ito ngayo'y nagdurugo at mamamatay na ko...ayan, patay na ko!"



Excerpt from Alamat ng Gubat:

"Hindi kailangan na ang gagawin natin ay para lang sa atin, dapat ay isinasaalang-alang rin natin ang mga susunod pang henerasyon." sabi ni Tong. "Hmmmm...gusto ko ang dila mo batang talangka, pwede ka sa mga call center," sabi ni Matsing.



Excerpt from Stainless Longganisa:

Sa panghuli at higit sa lahat, magbasa ka ng libro. Kung nabasa mo lahat ng mga libro ko, salamat. Pero kung makakabasa ka pa ng ibang libro bukod sa mga isinulat ko o mga ipinabili ng teacher mo, mas magaling. Hikayatin mo lahat ng mga kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas nakakaawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa. Ayos lang lumaki ng lumaki, magpatangkad, at tumanda ng walang natututunan -- kung puno ka! Pero bilang tao, may karne sa loob ng bungo mo na nangangailangan ng sustansya. Maraming pagkakataong kakailanganin mong sundutin yon. At sa bawat sundot, tulad ng sundot-kulangot, mas maigi kung may kapaki-pakinabang kang makukuha.



Hindi lang dahil sa kanya kaya mahilig pa rin ako magbasa. Fiction o Non-Fiction, masarap magbasa ng kwento o saloobin ng ibang tao. Pero ako yung tipo ng tao na hindi agad naniniwala sa kung ano ang binabasa. Kailangan mo rin syempre paandarin ang utak mo para malaman mo kung totoo ba talaga ang sinulat ng isang tao o sinulat lang nya yun dahil meron syang ibang motibo. Pairalin mo pa rin kung ano at kanino ka dapat maniwala. Katulad sa mga dyaryo. Hindi lahat ng sinusulat dun ay totoo. Kaya sabi nga ni Bob Ong, magbasa ka para sundutin mo yung karne sa loob ng bungo mo. Matututo ka lang pag kaya mo nang i-distinguish ang kaibahan ng sinulat ng ibang tao sa alam mong totoo. At pag marami kang alam, walang kahit sinong tao ang pwedeng isahan ka.


**Italicized paragraphs were taken from books written by Bob Ong.





Sunday, October 28, 2007

Song from a Devil to his Angel




Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud


Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak


And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel


It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue


Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak


And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel


It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak


And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel


And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel


Honey why you calling me so late?

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Inbox 8

Have enough courage to trust love one more time. And ALWAYS one more time.


---Maya Angelou


Thursday, October 25, 2007

Inbox 7

I approached a kid and asked, what is love?


The kid answered,


"Love is when a puppy licks your face.."


I laughed. But then he added,


"..even after you left him alone all day."


Inbox 6

Do you want to know what happiness is?


It's waking up in the middle of the night, shifting blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you...You turn around and you see him in his most innocent state. You smile, kiss his face gently so as not to wake him up... You turn around and a grin forms on your face...Then you feel an arm wrapped around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than that.


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

I Dig Marie Digby


I discovered her music while browsing for tunes that I can include in my Imeem Covers Playlist. I loved her version of Maroon 5's Makes Me Wonder so I started to browse for more of her songs through Imeem. Just recently discovered her Youtube site where she uploaded her videos and she's just beautiful and amazing and very talented. Her videos are still enjoying views reaching to millions..her Umbrella version by Rihanna attracted attention just this year. Just found out that she's half Irish and half Japanese. =) Check out her videos.


MAKES ME WONDER





UMBRELLA




ALL GOOD THINGS (COME TO AN END)







GIMME MORE









ONE OF US









Her first album is set to be released in 2008. See what youtube can do for you. ;-p


Monday, October 22, 2007

Good for the Heart!


For those of you who are super stressed, depressed etc. Try these exercises from Mr. Rabbit! =) hehe. It's good for the heart and very funny. =)



1st: Warming up


galaw galaw..






2ND: Stretching



istretch-istrech





3rd: the upper body exercise









4rd: lower body exercise (moving to left and back)










5th: lower body exercise (moving to right and back)









6th: Head exercise (make sure to do the 2nd part, it works!)



LV1:



LV2:
para tumalino





7th: whole body exercise



LV1



LV2



LV3
para kang nasaniban






8th: Jumping exercise: The Pose is the key! but remember to jump!
time space warp ngayon din!!!











9th: relax





LV1



LV2



LV3 over: Well done!





ÜÜÜ



What's Your Answer?

This is not a trick question. It is as it reads. No one who I know has gotten it right. (including me)...... SO FAR.


Read this paragraph, then the question. Come up with your answer, and then scroll down to the bottom for the result.

A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, so much for her dream guy, she believed him to be just that! She fell in love with him right there, but never asked for his number and could not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.

Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?

(Give this some thought before you answer). SCROLL DOWN.

































Answer:

She was hoping that the guy would appear at the funeral again. If you answered this correctly, you think like
a psychopath.

This was a test by a famous American Psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer.

Many arrested serial killers took part in the test, and answered the question correctly. If you didn't answer the
question correctly, good for you.

If you got the answer correct, please let me know so I can take you off of my friend list unless that will tick you off, then I'll just be extra nice to you from now on.

Blue Eyes Blue





I thought that you'd be loving me
I thought you were the one who'd stay forever
But now, forever's come and gone
And I'm still here alone

You were only playing
You were only playing with my heart
I was never waiting
I was never waiting for the tears to start

It was you who put the clouds around me
It was you who made the tears fall down
It was you who broke my heart in pieces
It was you
It was you who made my blue eyes blue
Never should have trusted you

I thought that I'd be all you need
In your eyes, I thought I saw my heaven
And now my heaven's gone away
And I'm out in the cold

You had me believing
You had me believing in a lie
Guess I couldn't see it
Guess I couldn't see it 'till I saw goodbye

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Inbox 5

"Everything always ends up alright. If things are not alright, then it's not yet the end".

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Barrel of Monkeys!



It's been ages since I last saw one and I had this toy when I was a kid. It's one of my favorites! And I didn't know this toy is still in the market! I just saw one awhile ago while I was malling with a friend, we were looking for a cute gift and we chanced upon Hobbes and Landes, it's a cute little store at the 5th level of Shangri-la, it even has its own little coffeeshop inside and while I was checking out their stuff, I suddenly saw this very familiar barrel..


Coolness! This is an 80s toy! Weee... and they're selling it for 250 pesosesoses.. hehe Not sure if this is expensive at 250, I checked online and Amazon's selling this for $3.

For those of you who are clueless of what this is about, I'm talking about these monkeys hehe..

It's one of the easiest, simplest games ever to be marketed but it can be frustrating when you can't hook all the monkeys! It consists of a plastic barrel filled with little plastic monkeys, arms extended and bent. The goal of the game is to pick up a string of monkeys by holding the top one and looping arms together. It's about as complicated as pick-up sticks, and more fun -- after all, it's monkey-based. =D

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Inbox 4

A relationship between two people is like a house.

When a lightbulb burns out, you do not go out and buy a new house...

You fix the lightbulb.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Inbox 3

The roses, the lovely notes, the dining and dancing are all welcome and splendid. But when the Godiva is gone, the gift of real love is having someone who'll go the distance with you. Someone who, when the wedding day limo breaks down, is willing to share a seat on the bus.

-- Oprah Winfrey

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Inbox 2

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see him smile or bring him food or tousle his hair or move him around a dance floor.

But when those senses weaken, another heightens.

Memory.

Memory becomes your partner.
You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

Life has to end.

Love doesn't.

-- Mitch Albom "The Five People You Meet in Heaven"

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Inbox 1

Excerpt from A Warm Cup:

I nod. Looking at the way you hesitate to take my hand, resting so near yours. I know you're already gone..

I will make it easy for both of us, I tell myself.
I will forget the feel of your hands on my skin..
I will smile and tell you that I'm happy for you because that's what you want to hear and that's what I want to believe..
I will not hope you will be coming back soon nor say that I wish I'm going with you.

Instead, I will keep in mind that there is nothing between us anymore.

It's just that the coffee is too warm...and I am so cold.

Inbox

I get tons of text messages on a daily basis. Messages I get? Personal. Funny. Corny. Green. Work-related. Spiritual. Encouragement. Love. Friendship. Holiday greetings. Globe promos. Payment notifications. I remember the time when I've been sent teddy bears and flowers through text, we call it "graphics", right. Right.

I'm someone who's easy to please. One simple text message can make me smile. Even just a single "Hi!" can brighten up my day. There are messages that irritate me but the bottomline is, I know the people who still keep in touch and who still remembers me. That alone makes me love them more. =) Your one peso means a lot to me. =)

I had to change phones and numbers before but there were a number of messages that I really didn't want to part with so I got myself a little notebook made of recycled paper so I can write them down. I decided to post them here. But I don't want to write it all down in one single blog. It's better if you can read one everyday. Some of these messages are kinda mushy but the hell I care. I love reading them. =) So watch out, I'm gonna bug you EVERYDAY. ;-p