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Thursday, November 6, 2008

Lahat ng Ako (All I am)

I.
I was nothing when I met you
But you showed me what I can do
You taught me and showed me
How it is to be loved

Refrain.
With all I am
With all that I have
I give you everything
I lay my self to you

Chorus.
All I want is you
Every single day
For the rest of my life
Your presence helped me through
Let me serve your purpose
Oh! Jesus

II.
Let me return the gift of love
The gift of service
Help me guide those who are lost
Help me lead them back to you

(Refrain)
(Chorus)
(Refrain)
(Chorus)

*this is a project for my religion class, we were to chose a sacrament and make a song for it, this happens to be the sacrament of holy order*

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

1st part of 'Mythological Ramblings': On Art & Order

Apollo, being dismissed, hides into the hearts of those who continue to believe in him, hoping that one day his wisdom will once again be venerated by all. He fails to realize though that he is under the powers of Morpheus.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Growth

It takes time to grow. But sometimes you wish everyone had grown with you. I realized it is not easy to start over if the people around you are still stuck with the things they are yet to out grow.


We (me and some of my friends) are in a point of our lives where we try to have fun without alcohol or any other addicting influence. We gather and bask in our presence, with laughter, food, movies, stories, jokes, games, silliness or anything we find fun. We realized things are the same if not better without alcohol, our laughter or fun is more pure and authentic.

But as I start college all over, almost being a freshman, it is inevitable to encounter people or students who are as fresh and as ready to ruin their lives. My group mates planned a meet on thursday for us to work on our assigned group project, but the first thing they uttered was, "tara thursday inom tayo." Being who I am, I instantly wanted to say, "inom nanaman? project to hindi laro." But the other transferies who are the same age as mine said, "sige tara inom tayo." That was when I laughed and just said, "haha, sige inom kayo, gagawin ko yung project."

It is easy to remember that those people, those new friends are in a point of their lives where they want a place to belong to, ala cloud-9, "I belong". And that this awareness of mine is a gift from all the stupid things I also once did. I remember my current favorite movie line from Optimus Prime: "They have the right to choose for themselves." They can have fun the way they see fit, because up until now what they see is limited, but that does not make them any less or me any better, we all once did something wrong or stupid, but we never regret them, we learn from them, we keep the memories because it is through those memories that we learn to appreciate what we are now.

Growth needs sometime, my new friends need to see the mistakes for their own, and on their own, they have every right to ruin their lives and try to rebuild themselves from the ashes. And I have no right to impose, as they can only listen to me as much as they want to, but at the end of it all they will be the ones to choose for themselves. As a friend all I can do is try to keep them on the balance, but if they want to jump off to the other side of the fence it is still up to them. It's called respect, respect to what the other is capable of, and hope, hope that they don't get lost along their way, and that even if they get lost hopefully they still have the strength to rise above from it.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

In The Name of Funny Names

I'm sure most of us have encountered once or maybe more than once in our life someone who has a funny name, some guy named Precious, or someone who has Datingguinoo as a last name. Most of the time we can't blame them for their names, specially if it is their last names that are off, the only advice we can give them is to go to court to have their names changed.

But there are times that we can blame parents for naming their child Jerk. I mean, wth?! In what world did that parent came from?

So in that light let me give a list of names that parents should not use or give to their soon to be children.

If your last name happens to be Go or Goh then maybe you should think twice before naming your children: Tina, Vina, Tan, Sue, and definitely not in a million years Gina.

Now if you have Paz as a last name then pls don't use: Geyt, Sue, and Toph. Now if your a guy then don't marry someone with D. as an initial for her last name and don't name your child Tyra.

For Wangs or Hwangs: Cass, Bah, or never let your children's friends give your child the nick name Boo.

For someone with Dover as a last name there is only one name you should not give your child: Ben.

If you are a Tinio then never marry anyone with T. as an initial for her last name as well, and definitely never ever call you child Lucky.

And how I wish the parent of Makuto Fukiko have known a little of tagalog.

But if you happen to have Masayahin as a last name then pls look for someone with Happy as a last name then name your daughter Ligaya Joy.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Glue

Little boy blue
Dipped his thumb in a pot full of goo
All of a sudden
He felt free from all his burden

From that day on he felt good
And he is always in the mood
But without the pot full of goo
He would often cry, boo hoo

Soon his thumb started to stink
Not being able to think
To his mother ran little boy blue
But to his surprise his mother said shoo

So he ran to his friend and told him of the pot
And right there on that spot
They would both see
How wonderful life could be

Sunday, February 10, 2008

a beat

maybe its just because I feel so beat up that's why I fancy the word so much. Beat up by the music my heart feels, beat up by the scenery I learned to appreciate for almost always being sober, beat up by this beauty I can never seem to translate into words, words that have their own respective sounds, and implications. Beat up in a good way I guess, that is if you don't consider the dragging feeling as something negative.

But this feeling made me see the word in another light. Every pulse is a beat, a rhythm, eventually a music played by an instrument that I consider to be life itself.

The daily journeys, stories, people, voices, ideas, songs, worries, tasks, rewards, are the music (or noise if that is how one will hear it) that will always be playing for us, we just need to tune into life, and maybe into our hearts, or our mind, to appreciate what it is all about. One is not required to like it though, just plain listen, or hear what it has to say, hate it or love it does not really matter, there are too many of this for one to like or hate.