Thursday, October 30, 2008

forever-the ambassadors


Forever Lyrics - The Ambassadors

I may burn out like a candle
And I may pass away
I may fall just like a shooting star
My heart will stay
I’ll be yours until forever
Forever I’ll be true
To the promise I have made
From the day that I found you

Forever you’re in my heart
Even if we’re apart
I say forever I’ll be yours
Forever I love you
I say forever I’ll be yours
Forever I love you
My love will never fade away
Even if I die
And I will love you
Until the end of time
Even without your smile
So hear me please
I beg you

Dont walk away I need you
To stay with me and be
By my side
Hold my hand
And we’ll work it out
Until…

Forever I’ll be yours
Forever I love you
I say forever I’ll be yours
Forever I’ll be true
My love will never fade away
Even if I die
And I will love you until
The end of time
Even without your smile
So hear me please
I beg you to stay


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The song was accidentally sent to Don's cellphone via Bluetooth. When he asked me to listen to the song, I was actually reluctant to do so, knowing that almost all the songs in his cellphone are actually old songs from the Beatles and Michael Learns to Rock. Of course, their songs are great, it's just that everytime I listen to songs like that, it gives me a strange feeling of wanting to go back in the early 90's. hehe.

When I finally agreed to listen to the song, I was surprised when I heard the lyrics and fell in love with the whole song. It was something that means so much when you are in love with someone and you want to spend your "forever" with that person. And I think even if someone's not in-love with someone special, it'll make them feel inspired.

Hehe. Naruto ang music video. :)

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

no.


"Your 1st Name Tells a lot Bout Who You Are :)"
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J: People Adore you
E: You Are a Great Kisser
S: You are Freaking CRAZY!
S: You are Freaking CRAZY!
A: Best Gf/Bf any one could have
M: Handsome/Beautiful
Y: Sexiest bitch alive
N: Easy to fall in love with

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A: Best Gf/Bf any one could have
B: You love a certain someone
C: People cant help but check u out
D: You are really lovable
E: You Are Great Kisser
F: Easy to fall in love with
G: You never let people tell you what to do
H: You have a very good personality and good looks
I: People love you
J: People Adore you
K: You're wild and crazy
L: AWESOME KISSER
M: Handsome/Beautiful
N: Easy to fall in love with
O: Best kisser ever
P: You are popular with all types of people
Q: You are a hypocrite
R: You love to kiss
S: You are Freaking CRAZY!
T: You are loyal to the ones you love
U: You really like to chill
V :your not judgmental
W: You are popular
X: You never let people tell you
Y: Sexiest bitch alive
Z: Never good enough...

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comments:
♪ I don't believe it! :)

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

on staying out of my comfort zone

People often say that staying in one's comfort zone does not define our limits, it does not allow us to go beyond what we are and what we want ourselves to be, to extend our reach and spread our wings, so we can touch the horizons and the limits of our consciousness.

I agree though, if we never experience pain, then we would never fully appreciate joy. If we never failed, then we can never experience learning from our mistakes and doing things the way it should be done.

I never realized this until today.

I never intended to be a teacher, as a matter of fact, my aunts and uncles even discouraged me from taking an Education course.

But maybe it was my fate to become one.

I guess I was bounded to become one by the notion that this maybe the least that I can do for the system where I have seen things that should be changed, eradicated and transformed.

I could have been an English major. I could have get rid of Mathematics, I could have studied what I really wanted to-literature, writing, communication arts and the likes. But I opted to stay out of the subject I am most comfortable with, the subject where I feel completely confident and capable of passing. To cut it short, my all time favorite subject.

I remembered my "genius" High School Physics teacher who once told us that we have to love Physics, so that when we see numbers and angles in test papers, we wouldn't feel awkward and resented.

He then told us that during his high school days, he was barely passing his quizzes and exams at his Physics subjects, so when he got into college, he decided to take a course that is related to Physics so that he can fully understand the subject. And he did just well, he graduated Magna Cum Laude.

This afternoon, I was already having thoughts of shifting from my course to a BSED-English course because of my Warning Status- I was disappointed because of my negligence and oh..laziness.

But then again, I remembered my Physics teacher and adviser during High School. I remembered how he conquered his fears and overcome his weaknesses.
Then I thought, maybe I could also be like him.

I am disappointed and so my mom, but maybe, continuing my course and staying out of my comfort zone will make me a better person and will give me that feeling that somehow, I achieved something that I have worked hard for and something that I never thought I could do.



Saturday, October 25, 2008

i ♥ second hand serenade


Hanggang gayon, hindi ko alam kung bakit gustong-gusto ko mga kanta ng taong 'to. :) Okay, siguro may pagka-emo ako kasi medyo emo-rock yung genre ng songs niya, bukod doon, makabagbag- damdamin talaga ang lyrics ng mga komposisyon. Basta, adik ako sa Second Hand Serenade ngayon. :) Rock en roll,mga pareng EMO! Kakapalan ko na eyeliner ko sa susunod. joke.
Eto ang ilan sa magagandang kanta niya (para sa akin, ha? kanya-kanyang taste yan, wag ka na lang makialam, blog ko 'to eh. ^^v)

  1. Your Call
  2. Fall for You
  3. Half alive
  4. Stay Close, Don't Go
  5. Vulnerable
  6. It's Not Over

'yan lang muna. :)

feeling photographer.

practice lang. :)

so anong sense?

wala lang,
natuwa lang ako dahil nagawa ko 'yung tinuro sa'min sa Educator-finally,
kaya in-upoload ko kaagad. :)
pa-SLR naman dyan. hehe.

Friday, October 24, 2008

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BUHAYIN ANG BLOG KO PROJECT ΓΌ

...dahil sawa na ako sa Friendster.

manila

Sabi ko nga pumunta kami kahapon sa Manila para samahan yug kapatid ko mag-enroll, pero ang totoo nun, para talaga makapunta sa divisoria. Shopping, tipong ganun.
Maganda sa UST. Malinis, madaming puno at fountains, nag-invest yata talaga sila sa pagpapatayo ng fountains. Mamamangha ka din sa buildings na ilandaang taon nang nakatayo doon.


Pero hindi 'yun and kwento ko.

Tumayo kami sa isang kalye para mag-abang ng bus pauwing Nueva Ecija, nakita ko yung isang matandang mama na nasa gitna ng kalye, medyo mabilis ang takbo ng mga sasakyan nang bigla siyang pumunta sa gitna at inilahad ang kamay sa paparating na kotse at maya-maya'y sumenyas upang huminto ang kotse. Huminto ang kotse, lumapit ang lalake sa gawing pintuan ng kotse. Pero sumenyas ang nasa loob na tila pinaaalis siya, bahagyang dumistansiya ang matanda at binusinahan nang malakas ng sakay ng kotse sabay harurot paalis.

Sinundan ko kung saan pupunta ang matandang mama, nakita ko siyang bumalik sa center island at umupo, tila naghihintay ng susunod na maaari niyang hingan ng tulong.



Naging marahas yung matandang pulubi na ikunwento ko sa panghaharang niya sa motorista. Pero bakit nga kaya ganun na lang ang ikinilos niya? Siguro kasi matanda na siya. Siguro kasi tumanda na siya na hindi nakakaranas matulog sa disenteng tahanan. Siguro kasi wala pang laman ang kumakalam niyang tiyan, sa kabila ng pag-aabang niya sa mga estudyante sa pamantasang iyon na limusan siya.




Siguro pinarahas na siya ng panahon at buhay na kinagisnan niya. Siguro.





Ilang minuto pagkatapos nito, mula sa kalayuan ay natanaw ko ang isang lalaking nagtutulak ng kariton, habang lumalapit sila sa kinatatayua namin, nakita ko ang isang babae sa loob ng kariton, siguro'y asawa niya. Huminto sila bago pa man makarating sa kinatatayuan namin. Tila naghahanap ang lalaki ng makakainan nilang mag-asawa. May humintong taxi at sumakay na kami. Kung ano ang nangyari sa mag-asawa at sa matandang lalaki, hindi ko na alam.



Dumaan kami sa isang mall. Madaming tao. Sigurado ako malaki kinikita nila kaya patuloy na lumolobo ang mga mall. Pumasok kami sa tindahan ng mamahaling tsinelas para bumili ang kapatid ko. Naisip ko, bakit itong mga taong 'to nagkakagulo dahil lang sa mamahaling tsinelas? Handa silang magbayad ng malaking halaga magkaroon lang ng ganun kamahal na tsinelas.



Aong kaugnayan ng mall? Hindi ko alam, pero bakit nga ba handa nating gawin ang lahat para mabili ang isang bagay na hindi naman natin talaga kailangan, pero kapag may humihingi ng tulong sa atin, konting barya lang, tila ipinagkakait pa natin?



Wednesday, October 22, 2008

hindi ko mapigilan

malapit na mag-hatinggabi at dapat nakahiga na ako dahil aalis kami bukas ng alas kuwatro ng umaga para pumunta sa Divisoria at magpa-holdap (wag naman). Pero hindi ko mapigilan na isulat (i-publish) ang blog na ito dahil baka mawala na sa isip ko 'to bukas.

10 am. Nagising ako sa init. Maya-maya, binuksan ng kapitbahay ang videoke dahil may party pala sa kanila(hindi kami invited!) at magdamag nagtitili at bumabanat ng "Touch by Touch", "My Love Will See You Through", "Wherever You Will Go (feeling rocker eh.)", at ang ultimate best-seller sa lahat ng videoke-han, ang walang kamatayang "One Moment in Time". Imagine, polluted ang kalye namin sa ingay ng mga batang parang pinakawalan sa kulungan, mga traysikel na tila pinapatag ang daan sa bilis magpatakbo at ingay ng makina at ang pinaka-nakakainis sa lahat, yung mga nagvi-videoke na kahit may sinusundan na lyrics eh wala pa din sa timing kumanta! anyameten.

5 pm. Uwian ng mga bata galing eskwela, syempre lahat ng friends ng celebrant doon dumeretso. Bida ang mga bata. Alas sais nang isa-isang sumirena ang mga nanay sa kalsada, kanya-kanyang tawag sa mga anak na hindi pa nagbibihis. Syempre, sunod sila ah-ikaw ba naman ulanan ng mura ni nanay.

5pm-10:30 pm. Inuman blues. Eto ang pinaka-nakakainis na part- gusto kong manood ng balita tungkol kay General Dela Paz at sa ka-epalan ni Gonzalez sa interview ni Jorge Carino kay Kumander Bravo pero umaalingawngaw sa buong bahayan ang bulol na hiyaw ng isang lasenggo sa kapitbahay. Anak ng teteng, Bandila na lang papanoorin ko.

Sinusubaybayan ko yug Three Dads With One Mommy sa 2 kaya gising pa ako nang mangyari ang isang pambihirang kaganapan, tumahimik na ang paligid at wala na ang nakaka-iritang tunog ng videoke na super bass support ang nakalagay.

Maya-maya, nagulat kami (mama,dadi,jelyn,nafnaf) kasi may nabasag na bote, at may isa pa at isa pa. Humupa ang pagkagulat at umiral ang pagiging tsismosa ko. Sumilip ako sa bintana at narinig ko ang mala-pelikulang batuhan ng linya ng mga kapitbahay namin:

Wife: Wag mo naman akong ganituhin ________ (name of our kapitbahay)

Kapitbahay: Wala akong pakeelam! (with matching bato ng bote one more time)

Kuya ng Kapitbahay: Hindi mo na ba ako ginagalang??! Respetuhin mo naman ako!

Kapitbahay: (nagbasag na naman ng bote, this time simultaneous naman kaya mas malakas)

Wife: Tumigil ka na nga, halika na!

Kuya: Tara na. Pumasok ka na! Pu&*(&%$#!


silence

basag ng bote again.

may dalawang kapitbahay ang lumabas at naki-gulo, pero gaya ng role ng mga pulis sa pelikula-tapos na ang exciting na eksena nang dumating sila.



Masaya makinig sa mga away ng kapitbahay namin. Pramis. Minsan nung bata ako may naghabulan pa ng itak, muntik nang makarating sa amin pero buti na lang nagpaka-bayani yung isa naming kapitbahay at pumagitna sa away. Minsan din may mag-asawang nag-away dahil pinalo ni Husband yung bata, ayun, pinalayas siya ni Wife pero nagmakaawa si Husband kaya pinatawad din siya.


Sige, matutulog na ako. Happy Reading! :)





High School Reunions Make me Cry :)

High School Hang-Over.
I don't really know if I am normal or nuts. Two years after our High School graduation, I am still excited to see my classmates during semestral breaks. At the end of September or early October, text messages about possible mini-reunions floods my message inbox. Inasmuch as I want to go to every gimmick like malling, watching the latest movies or simply hanging out in one of our classmates' home and watch DVDs and YouTube videos, school work still matters even though I might miss the latest buzz on our classmates, or the rare bonding moment with the funniest and wackiest individuals in our class.

Shortly after our thesis defense, I decided to go to our high school after receiving a message from one of my friends, saying that I should not miss this one. And so I thought, this might be my last shot of "reunion blues". It was 3pm when I arrived at our former high school, at first, the guard won't let us in but when we say we'll just visit the Overnight Camping of the Boy Scouts, he finally agreed to let us in. Our high school was a lot different two years ago. A lot. Walls are now painted with colorful paints, the old city library and council office of the BSP are now being reconstructed, benches and other facilities are now present but high school memories are still vivid. I saw my friends sitting in one of the benches near the stage. It was an unforgettable moment seeing our old classmates from different schools. And it's nice to know that these people are still the same people I met six "first day of school" ago. These people are still the wackiest, loudest, and "kahit-ano-basta-pagkain" people I have been with for the most memorable four years of my school life.


High School is the best part of one's life, and I couldn't agree more.


High School served as my reality-checker. It has opened my eyes to the realities of life and made me do something about it. It was indeed the best because this is where l met people of my age, experiencing the same puberty-driven life of mine, understanding every bit of my frustrations, riding in my super frequent mood swings but still loves me and accepts me as I AM- no more, no less. Back-stabbing and crab mentality is not the fad in high school, because everyone has his own individuality, everyone is treated equally and everyone has the chance to shine at its brightest.


Two years after leaving the portals of our small high school, I am still friends with my good old barkada. I am still with the same faces, though different attitudes and aspirations in life. I still join bonding moments over coffee, glasses of beer, slices of pizza, really loud laughters with the unbeatable camera freaks and the noisiest bunch of people I have met.


Two to five years from now, most of us will be registered nurses or are in the medical field, some will be IT experts, accountants,teachers or engineers, but in the coming reunions, there will always be a bit of that little high-schooler in all of us- I hope so.