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thanks for watching this space... i hope i could post more and inform/entertain more people with my new blog. thanks a lot again!

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well, well, well! look who's here. the person who did not update this blog for the past few weeks. hey, i even missed my birthday *ahem* post! haha. well then folks, here is my new post...something to keep nerves wracking and brains whirring...and maybe even vocal chords moving. try to guess the songs <and their respective singers> from which i got these lyrics from...post your answers in my comments link. the one who gets everything wins...a cheer! oh anyway. just keep thinking. it would make you feel a lot better to think, that it is.

1. Can I take your smile home with me, or the magic in your hair?
2. You made me believe in love and not the perfect kind; a real messy, beautiful twisted sunshine.
3. Heavenly...when your arms enfold me...I hear a tender rhapsody.
4. So hold me close, never ever let me go; 'coz even though we think we know which way the river flows, it's not the way love goes.
5. Are you gently sleeping, here inside my dream? And isn't faith believing all power can't be seen?
6. You mesmerize me with diamond eyes, I try to fool myself to think I'll be alright...
7. 'Coz it's a long, long journey, till I find my way home to you.
8. Just reach me out, then, you will know that you are not dreaming.
9. Sometimes, when you and I collide, I fall into an ocean of you.
10. I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm, and I'll be the sun that breaks the storm.
11. When I catch my breath, it's you I breathe.
12. The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall.
13. You tried to tell me that I'm clever, but that won't take me anyhow, or anywhere with you.
14. Say you'll love me every waking moment...
15. Lie down right next to me, and I'll never let go.

there you go...try and guess them! these are my favorite lines from various songs from different genres. i hope you could guess too why they're my favorites. joke! basta favorites ko...bakit ba?

*answers will be posted after a week...happy guessing!

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dumaan lang ako para i-post yan. kewl...johari window. pasensya na, ngayon lang ako nagpost....too busy with schoolwork and the Narnia event.

sorry na talaga. =)

by the way, salamat po pala sa lahat ng bumati sa aking kaarawan!

i'm just gonna send my greetings to the people who are gonna celebrate their birthdays this month....

feb.4 - faye celso
feb.5 - regh duka
feb.6 - ate edz discipulo
feb.7 - bench fuentes
feb.8 - ate jaja rebudal...and someone else =))
feb.9 - jobeth oftana
feb.11 - regine ramos
feb.14 - mimah bartolome and ate leeann espiritu
feb.18 - ace felix
feb.20 - nikki contreras and fevez bion
feb.21 - krizferre fajardo

happy happy birthday.......mabuhay ang mga tatanda sa Pebrero!!

kung hei fat choy!

haha. i dunno if this is the right romanization of the Chinese characters, but still, i want to greet my Chinese friends a Happy New Year!

i don't want to be a wet blanket for the Pinoys, but i have something in mind that really confuses me. i mean, there are some things that we really have to think of before we do things.

***

i really couldn't understand our people. i mean, the same people who are taking their problems to the streets are the same people who throw confetti and stop work just to watch Manny Pacquiao's bout and his victory parade. also, the politicians who never actually cared about how Filipino athletes are faring are up there with him, waving to the crowds as if they were the winners. i mean, heck! there is a big problem with the Pinoys, really. yes, Mr. Pacquiao gave honor to the Philippines as an athlete, but also, there are more things to pay attention to than going to Las Vegas and betting the money of the Philippines against Erik Morales. i really don't see the logic on why the First Gentleman and those politicians-slash-ass-wipes need to step onto the canvas and embrace Mr. Pacquiao as if they're his brothers. this is too much. ang plastic! nakakabadtrip di ba? with all the problems our country is facing nowadays (e.g. the Cha-Cha thingy, higher inflation rates, budget cuts...the list goes on and on), how could they actually fit this in? 

i dunno if this is just a result of depression due to the readings in PS14, but when i see the current situation of our country, i realize that what the academics say is true. come to think of it, scholars do not lie (well, when against the government, most of the time). they have statistics, researches and dissertations, and they all see the same things:
1. The Philippines is a poor country
2. The Philippines has a high income inequality
why? the Philippines is rich in natural resources, but all we see are the problems and not the solutions. we may see some solutions, but they usually are the short-term ones, which actually solve the problems just for now. but then, they don't actually solve anything; in fact, what the politicians don't see is that they create more problems for the future. they create more problems for us. oh well. there's no sense in counting all our problems. instead, let's count opportunities for us to make solutions, ayt?

Mr. Pacquiao, congratulations. you have won yet another honor for our country. i hope you stay as an athlete, because that's what you do best. don't try to be one of those who shift careers....they actually suck at their new careers. don't listen to those politicians who do nothing but cling to you because you're sikat now. they'll be with you for now, but when they're done with you, they'll drop you like a hot potato. i'm not kidding. just stick to boxing, will ya? give the Filipinos a break from career shifts. 

well, i am disenchanted (Prince Rilian?), but i have not yet lost hope. i may be depressed for now, but tomorrow...i will not be. i promise.

"Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God-- soon I'll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He's my God." ~Psalm 42:11 

 

the moment i laid eyes upon him, i knew i had fallen. those soulful brown eyes, the finely chiseled nose, the tiny elfin ears and the lips so red you'd almost think it bled. his hair was a cascade of soft curls of ebony, a river of beauty and marvel. as i touch his skin, my frozen body is filled with a warmth only the softest fur coat could ever give. his hand automatically grasps mine, and all i wanted to do was hold it and never let go. then, i hold his body close to mine, and a thousand pictures of spring and summer fill my mind....

....gotcha!

do you really think i was falling in love? oh yes. i did. it was with a very very veeerrryyyy cute baby. he was everything i described him to be, and everything i could only dream to have. i just plainly hope i see someone like that baby...but i don't think so. that's a very remote possibility, boohoo.

sorry, i really had nothing to do. my mind is a blank now after taekwondo training. all i could think of is stare at my computer monitor.

figures.

i just don't get it. this week started with me in a very sour mood (yes. imagine waking up at four a.m., and plunging into The Cavite Traffic at five a.m. just to find out that our math professor won't show up. grrr.) and wanting to decapitate someone (no, you guessed wrong. it's not my math professor. it's someone else. i promise.), but now, it seems like the week has turned into a huge blessing.

first of all, i finished my CW10 memoir draft. i know that it's kinda lame and boring for a memoir, but still, i know my that heart and soul was in it the time i was writing it down. i just hope the people who would read it won't only look at the work itself, but feel the scene and envision it happening to them. i love that scene...the one when i fell and broke my arm, yeah. it kinda reminds me that not all heroes are born to fly. some are born just to hold your hand when you're alone, some to make you laugh and forget your worries, and some are simply there to make everything alright when everything seems to be against you. thanks, Mama, for that insight. i hope i'd be able to bring that attitude to all the places i go.

next, i started the week right by talking to one of the people who never fails to make me feel alright. she gave me some points to ponder and pray about. she also gave me the encouragement i needed to pray for the goals i am trying to hit this year. thanks, ate dons. you've always been a blessing to me and my family.

i have lots of people, places and things (yes I do, very much!) to thank, but my time is actually very limited today. i have a lot of schoolwork to do. so...see you next time!

*sigh* 

this has been a very eventful and weird week for me...and i have this short assessment:

monday: we watched The Chronicles of Narnia at Eastwood City Cinema. i believe that it was a very good movie, contrary to what other people say. i'm not the type who watches for the effects, cinematography and acting; i base my decision (if it's good or not) on the dialogue, the story, and the screenplay. examples of very good movies for me are coach carter, the last samurai, troy and finding neverland. on the other hand, examples of movies i don't like are kingkong (hell..my ears hurt because of the screaming, even just in the trailer), godzilla [am i seeing monster movies here? haha] and some weird filipino movies. i mean, there's no story. all it has are some monsters, a "bida" factor, and an almost-nonsense dialogue.

tuesday: this was a very good day for me...first, there was no PolSci 14 (not that i hate the subject...i just needed rest), then we had a very good discussion in CW10 (we always do, but then, there are really those "special" days...=P)............but then again, there's french class. (TF class ng 2:30-4 ni sir baizas..alam niyo to!) masaya ang french, dahil nakakaaliw yung prof. he seems to have the "eye" on everything...lahat ng bagay napapansin niya. sometime ipopost ko yung mga quotable quotes niya.

wednesday: the day of reckoning. 1st long exam sa math, and it seemed easy...(seemed. see "thursday" for details) also, we had a practical test in PE...i really enjoy PE. masaya palang mag-table tennis. mabait kasi si sir eh. tapos, nung gabi, nag-Midweek kami. the guest speaker was cool. he's the EE type...pero ok siya. =) he said a lot of things that made me think. tama ba ang mga ginagawa't iniisip ko ngayon? hmm. ako lang ang makakasagot niyan.

thursday: the test WAS NOT easy. i'm sure to take that to heart next time. only God knows what my score is in Math. i answered all of the questions, but the formula i used was wrong!!! can you believe that? and i even told my brother that i wouldn't fail. so much for being optimistic. sabi na nga ba eh, dapat talaga forever pessimistic na lang ako eh. well, there was no class in Kas2, and that gave me a little more time to "internalize" my role in our fairytale for Comm3, "The Wizard of Oz" (guess who the character i'm playing is). this was practically a nice day, except for minor mishaps that caused me a bruise in the shin. i had been clumsy. i was. i really was. hey, it still hurts, you know?

friday: today=hassle day. for my 10-11:30 test in Kas, i had the mistake of leaving home at 9:30. i hate traffic. it didn't cause me to be late, but it caused me to be tense. really tense, in fact, i forgot what Francis Fukuyama said, and i had to stick with Samuel Huntington. PolSci was another matter. i was really nervous when the Student of the Day was being picked...i didn't study. i studied for Kas. then came CW. i didn't do half of the assignment. i only did one exercise...well, let the repercussions come later. *shiver*....then again, came french class. sir baizas was in a real cheery mode. in fact, he was so cheery that he christened some people with weird names like banini (nyek) and menggay..whatever. after french, i pigged out in Casaa (no choice man, no choice.) with Janis, and,i headed home. i am home now. and i am happy.
...another day, in God's grace.

i was inspired to write about this song because it somehow makes me floaty whenever i hear it. there's something about it i couldn't get, but after reading the translation of the Japanese lines (thanks to freckle.tenkeimedia.com) which completes the meaning of the song, i think...i think.

Life is Like a Boat [Bleach ED1]   
Rie Fu

Nobody knows who I really am
I' never felt this empty before
And if I ever need someone to come along
Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?

being alone is hard...especially when you know that you're weak and vulnerable. it keeps you in paranoia, trusting nobody but yourself. you keep on asking questions that couldn't be answered, simply because you alone have the capability to answer them. you think: "maybe, in time."

We are all rowing the boat of fate
The waves keep on comin' and we can't escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day

sadly, you only have one life to live...and it's definitely short. short and rocky, it seems. no one expects life to be so smooth, because there aren't any lessons to be learned if it were too easy. but still, every solution to a problem brings you a sense of fulfillment and joy only you would feel. also, every mishap you've encountered in the past helps you recognize and thus, evade the same problems next time.

Each breath escaping my body becomes transparent and goes far away
And even when I think everything's dark, I'm only blindfolded

you should also be careful about thinking too much. sometimes, life loses its flavor and color when you get too clear-cut and logical. most of the time, the best answers and situations are the ones you least expect. 

Offering a prayer, I wait for a new day to come
Until the reflection of the sunrise sparkling on the sea disappears completely

when in doubt, all you can do is pray, and wait. pray, and wait. nothing comes out of hasty decisions. they just add to the clutter on your brain and make more messes.

Nobody knows who I really am
Maybe they just don't give a damn
But if I ever need someone to come along
I know you would follow me, and keep me strong

thankfully, though at times you think you're alone, there's always somebody to be your cushion to fall back upon. there's always somebody to be your teddy bear, your handkerchief, your battery charger. but then, you can't choose them. the Author of Life always gives you the exact person who could be all those for you...if you wait long enough for you to deserve that person.

People's hearts are constantly changing,     
peeling away fresh layers with each new phase of the moon.

but then, be watchful and vigilant. sometimes, people pretend to be the One for you, and you end up with nothing else than a broken heart and a crushed spirit.

And every time I see your face,
The oceans heave up to my heart
You make me wanna strain at the oars,
And soon I can see the shore

still...there is that one voice within that tells you what you ought to do. it is the same voice that wakes you up at mornings; the voice that lulls you to sleep at night, the same voice that washes away pains. listen to it. it will also be the same voice that would tell you if that someone you're with is the one you should really be with.

Oh, I can see the shore
When will I.... can see the shore?

happiness is always, always at the end of the narrow road..but the path is long and hard. patience.

I want you to know who I really am
I never thought I'd feel this way towards you
And if you ever need someone to come along
I will follow you, and keep you strong

after being comforted, loved and all, never forget that it is a give-and-take relationship. you should never take too much from someone without giving anything in return. you must open yourself up, stop alienating yourself from others, and show the world what blood runs in your veins. that would just be like a nice and simple thank-you for what the person has been in your life. also, that would be a good chance to thank Him for His blessings.

And still, the journey goes on, even on these calm days
And still, each new phase of the moon reflects its light onto my heart        

Offering a prayer, I wait for a new day to come
Until the reflection of the sunrise sparkling on the sea disappears completely

when you have realized the beauty of life, never forget the path behind you. it may be your key to the future. always remember what lessons you have learned, what stories you have built, what thoughts you have gained.

And every time I see your face,
The oceans heave up to my heart
You make me wanna strain at the oars,
And soon I can see the shore               
                                                                       
We are all rowing the boat of fate,                                                                              
the waves keep on coming and we can't escape
Even that is a beautiful journey;           
even anything is a beautiful journey.

surely, when all of your problems have passed, you have reached you final destination: everything will be alright. everything will now be a thing of the past. you will look back and tell yourself: "it has been the best journey ever, even better than the one i read in the books...i had the best problems, the best challenges, the best friends, the best helpmate...the best of everything." true enough, you had the best; because someone had made it possible for you to have that kind of journey. do you know Him? i think i do.*wink*

"Your thoughts--how rare, how beautiful! God, I'll never comprehend them!" ~Psalm 139:17

 

the wind never fails to soothe and calm me. whenever i feel a breeze upon my face, it reminds me of happy days reading under the shade of our nipa hut back in the farm, or lying in the hammock under the acacia tree back in our old home. i spent hours talking to the wind about my books, my friends back in the city, and the animals in the farm. it was very easy talking to the wind, it was just like talking to a bosom friend.

i was used to having my own world - don't get me wrong, i wasn't autistic then - wherein everybody and everything breathed, talked and lived. every story i weaved on my mind came to life whenever i slept...i pushed myself to dream about them and envision seeing my them real. when i wake up in the morning, i tell my stories to the wind..and i had a great time. it was weird, but the stories came out of me just like that...it was like reading them from a book. thankfully, even then, i knew where my imagination came from, because my Sunday School teacher used to talk to me about a Master Storyteller who makes all the stories. He just makes people think of them too, in order to share the stories to the world. well, the wind may be a passive type of audience, but still, all i needed was someone to listen to me. easy, right? imagining was just like breathing then...

since when did breathing become very hard for me?

nowadays, it's really hard to breathe. studies, responsibilities and other clutter take up so much space that i myself couldn't see above them.  my time is being eaten up by those "matters of consequence",  which aren't really of consequence, if you look clearly. the child in me is buried under loads of reading materials, gadgets, and thoughts of what i've done, what i am doing now, and what i should do tomorrow. it's hard, because i wasn't used to this. i want to be like the Master Storyteller once again. i know He would want me there, in tune with my self. i want to feel light and breezy, without a care in the world. i want to breathe again.

but then, it's really hard to breathe.

yes, indeed. there are many paths in front of me, waiting to be tread upon. there are a lot of choices that could change what i am now, and help me build my future upon solid foundation. there are a lot of responsibilities waiting for my hands to pick them up and place them upon my burdened back. there are a lot more...

but still, He wants me to stop awhile and take a deep breath...

yes, i will breathe. i will open my world once more. i will look for my friends, and i will tell my story to the wind. i will sit once more under the shade of a nipa hut, and i will
lie once more upon a hammock under an old acacia tree.i will see them all once more, no matter what the cost, for that is what i have heard from Him. i will be still...and explore the wonders He has put upon my heart.

yes, i will breathe.

"Be still and know that I am God." ~Psalm 46:10