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Grey's Anatomy

2011-12-11T07:13:00.002+08:00

The goal of any surgery is total recovery -- to come out better than you were before; some patients heal quickly and feel immediate relief; for others the healing happens gradually and it's not until months or years later that you realize you don't hurt anymore. So the challenge to any surgery is to be patient. But if you can make it through the first weeks and months, if you believe that healing is possible, then you can get your life back. But that's a big "if".

Quote for the Day

2011-12-11T07:10:00.002+08:00

“When people say they do not care what others think of them, for the most part they deceive themselves. Generally they mean only that they will do as they choose, in the confidence that no one will know their vagaries; and at the utmost only that they are willing to act contrary to the opinion of the majorities because they are supported by the approval of their neighbors. It’s not difficult to be unconventional in the eyes of the world when your unconventionality is but the convention of your set.” -William Somerset Maugham

2011-12-11T07:05:00.001+08:00

Tonight is like no other night. I feel like another void has been sent upon me.

My breath shallow, eyes heavy;I hear only the sound of my own breath.

The moon is smiling and here I am hating its brightness.

Tonight confusion fills my head.

I thought I am stronger now but I still can not even summon the strength that I need.

Tonight the glue that mended my broken self gave up...

Until when will I be in pain?

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
-Pablo Neruda

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2011-06-25T02:47:00.002+08:00

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Birthday Wishlist

2011-04-01T15:38:00.000+08:00

Here I go again with my birthday wish list.. I hope someone out there will send me any of these.. :)

Canon D-SLR Camera
USB Microphone
Ear/Headphones
iMac/Mac Book Pro
1 TB External Hard Drive
Hair Clipper/Razor
The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
Jacket/Coat
Onitsuka shoes

Living Now with Tomorrow at the Back of Your Head

2011-04-01T15:32:00.002+08:00

The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time. - Abraham Lincoln

It's five in the morning and I hear the clanging of pots as my mom prepares to cook breakfast. While I am lying comfortably on the living room couch while trying to write something that I could read and look back to.

Today I have mixed emotions. I am very happy with what is happening to my life now. It took a major turn, in a good way. I am foreseeing a lot of adjustments and challenges ahead of me but I am not a quitter. I know there is always a new oppurtunity and another way if you get lost or lose something.

These are just random thoughts in my head...

I guess, I just had this urge to finally write something. No hesitations, no outlines. Just raw unedited block of texts.

Now i want to just start my day with a smile on my face. Head held up high.

The First and Last

2010-12-27T04:49:00.001+08:00

I was nine when my dad bought me a bicycle for my birthday. That time the bicycles with training wheels were a lot more expensive than those ones without, so I had to learn how to ride a bicycle without them. I acquired a couple of bruises and cuts while I was trying to learn. But everything was worth it because in just one week I learned how to ride my very own bicycle. I was so happy to have learned how to ride a bicycle. I could still feel how the wind was brushing on face as I screamed for joy because I could steadily ride my bicycle. For the next few days I rode my bicycle around the subdivision, proud and happy.

I met someone who made me as happy as my first steady bicycle ride. Before I met this person I never imagined that such a person exists -- someone who is as passionate and hopelessly romantic as I am.

I can say that I am truly happy now. The hardships and failed relationships I had made me a better person and molded me for this moment -- the time I give myself to someone who deserves me and I deserve.

Tomorrow, I can say that I will not stop falling and falling for this person all over again.

You are mine; I am yours. Together we will have an adventure for a lifetime. Lock your hands (that was built to fit mine) to my hand and let us run towards the horizon with our faces glowing because of the joy and bliss we are feeling...

Grey's Anatomy Season 7 Episode 10

2010-12-06T02:43:00.000+08:00

My UpdatedLook-alikes

2010-09-20T10:24:00.002+08:00

"The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" By T.S. Eliot

2010-08-26T01:56:00.000+08:00

S`io credesse che mia risposta fosse

A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,

Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.

Ma perciocchè giammai di questo fondo

Non tornò vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,

Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question. . .
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
  . . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . .

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
  . . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet–and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say, "That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
  . . . . .

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old . . . I grow old . . .
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

SORROW

2010-08-16T15:57:00.000+08:00

If you would try to hear
The voice of
What you are reading now,
You would not bare listening to it.
It's like how
The blackness of the dark feels
When the sun is about to rise --
Every second
It tries to fight
The eminent threat
But it could not.
It just gets comfort from
The crow after crow
Of roosters that wake
The sleeping town.
Though, it knows that before
The last minute
It can hide behind
Someone's back
As a shadow.

Pinoy Style Project

2010-08-08T18:43:00.000+08:00

Watch out for the new online Pinoy Look Book!!
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Under the Bed

2010-07-15T03:40:00.002+08:00

[1] When I was younger I used to hide under the bed in the master’s bedroom and made it as a refuge from the shouts of my mom for lunch. I disliked vegetables, which my mom cooks ever so often. Under the bed was my perfect world. A world of strawberry cream rivers and fruit jelly rain; chocolate tree tops and candy flowers. It was the best place a kid could ever want. Unlike other beds mine had no monsters that chew on blankets and eat unsuspecting kids underneath it.

[2] I felt different growing up; it was not an easy childhood. The kids in the neighborhood would tease me and call me names, sometimes my younger brother would defend me from their name-calling but I was never relived of the anxiety that it brought me. At that time I did not know why my playmates made fun of me – their reason behind every taunt and laughter. I would usually ignore them. Until one kid started cursing me: “Bakla! Bakla! Ang mga katulad mo ‘di bagay mabuhay sa mundo!” He felt my fist on his face after he said that.
[3] I feared the word (bakla) every time I would hear it. My mom was one of those who instilled that fear in me. I was in my second grade when my mom accompanied me to school because it was our school’s foundation day. The students of every level were required to dance on the school grounds, under the heat of the scorching sun, for the field demo. “Oh! Joanna, Hope!” (A song I barely remember. The only words I can hear echoing in my memory is, “Hope, Joanna, hope, Joanna,” repeatedly sung by a guy who seem to chant the lines, not sing them, “Caribbeanishly”) was the title of the song we were to groove on to. I felt really uncomfortable with our costume. We seemed to have crossed over from the Caribbean to the concrete grounds of our school. The boys and girls wore white cotton pants and skirt, respectively, and the same top: red-blue-yellow ruffled sleeves and the white cotton, where the colorful sleeves were connected, was to be tied (think summer 80s). The only difference was the girls had undershirts and we had none. Before the synchronized shaking of the colorful ruffled sleeves, my mom saw me hiding my nipples by pulling the knot on the shirt tighter. Her eyes widened and discreetly said, “Ano ba… Ayusin mo nga ‘yang galaw mo. Para ka niyang bakla e. Ano ba ang kailangan mo itago.” Truth was, as a chubby child I was never comfortable showing off my big boy-boobs and belly to the public. I came to fear the fact that I was gay and I tried to stop myself from being one. The bed became my refuge from my mom’s constant nagging. I stayed there for years.
[4] Every school year I would have different girl crushes and I would let one of my classmates know so he or she would tell my other classmates and start a teasing frenzy between me and that girl. When I was in my first year in high school I had a “crush” on a new student. She never liked me. I told one of my close friends that I had a crush on her and eventually she learned about it. She got awkward with the idea. She did not talk to me for months and that triggered my “romantic” tendencies: I gave her a certificate of apology I made myself; and letters – I wrote sorry letters to her even though I knew that I should not be apologizing. It lasted for a year. She eventually got fed up and confronted me – "dumped" me in other words. Then came second year and she got together with one of the mediocre boys in school and because of that I got really disappointed so I gave her a card to express my wasted feelings for her. I had a few attempts after that, I even tried to court a close friend of mine but some other guy won over me. I tried to be “normal” but I failed. Under my bed was where my guy crushes were.
[5] I knew that I was gay and that I would want to be with a guy but I was in denial because of the possible disappointment of the people around me (especially my mom). But it was not easy hiding under the bed. I discovered the chat room when I was in college. It was my secret world besides under the bed. I was 17 when I first dated a guy I met from the chat room. He was 25 and was working in a telecommunications company. I acted as if I was straight and he was quite effeminate. I did not like him but I did not know how to dump people all I could do is ignore them or hide from them. We went out 3 times and went to different restaurants every time. He paid the bills through his credit card. I would call him at night; I wanted to hear stories from a man who I know had had lots of exposure with the gay culture. He ended up falling for me. I ignored him after realizing that he wanted to have a relationship with me. I was not ready. I got scared and hid under my bed and hugged my teddy.
[6] I dated a few guys after that and finally I came out to one of my close friends when I was in the College of Music. I was now ready to face reality – that I am gay and I did not have any power to change that. It was in our bowling class and I told her that I was dating a guy. She was not shocked but instead she smiled and hugged me. For the first time in my life I felt “accepted”. I felt confident enough to come out to some of my other close friends. I ignored the fact that some of them might find it offensive (considering two of my closest friends are homophobic).
[7] Slowly, I was creeping out of the comforts of the space under the bed. Coincidences do not happen. I believe that your actions lead to certain events. While I was inside my room reviewing my lessons, my mom came in and out of the blue she asked me, “Are you gay?” I answered with a resounding no. She knew that I was lying (I was never a good liar and my mom always knows it when I lie), so she asked again. I finally said, "yes". She was devastated. She ran to the master’s bedroom crying. I followed her and she closed the bedroom door. My mom sat in the bed wiping her tears; I sat on the bed, my back facing her, and asked her why she was crying. She told me that she was disappointed and scared of that i might grow old with no one by my side to take care of me. I did not try to defend my side I just sat there crying. More discouraging words came out of her but I forgot most of them or it was my selective memory working. I was hurt that night. I found comfort under the bed once more.
[8] Soon after, my dad who works overseas for ten months and goes back here for two to four months knew about ”me”; he did not try to hit me or violently shove my head into a drum filled with water. Instead, he was silent about it but once on a while he’ll throw sarcastic remarks whenever he would see some gay character on television. “Ano ba ‘yan, puro ka-baklaan! Ilipat mo nga ang tv…” he once remarked when we were both watching a gag show, even though I was unlike the stereotype gay-parlorista you see on television. I chose to stay as masculine as I can be. In my friends’ and family’s eyes I never changed but their views about my gender did. I was now subjugated to too much skepticism like every gay man in the Philippines are. Much of it I blame on the macho culture embedded in the system of every Filipino. My dad had it. He never confronted me about "me" being gay. My family tried to shrug it off. I crept out from under the bed. It was time to face the real world.
[9] Out of the comforts under the bed: I was dumped for another; depressed; moved on; infatuated; stumbled and fell face first to the ground; stood up; And I loved again –- he made me feel more passionate with my art. I can firmly set foot on the ground because he would always be there to hold my hand. Together we watched stars fall and made magic with cardboard boxes. Now, I could say that I would never grow old alone.

[This was a piece written for my Creative Writing class in 2006]

23 Again

2010-07-15T03:28:00.002+08:00

I recently stumbled upon something I wrote in January of 2006. This was the time that I was frustrated with my life because I was still a student. But after working for a company and being a regular employee for 2 years I guess my outlook in life changed because of the experience. I value education more than ever and having a DEGREE is not just your name put in the diploma but more than that -- your academic foundation will define your career and your life.

Monday Mornings

As I try to write something today, I hear the "distant" guitar strumming of the person I fondly call "dad". I am 23 and still in school. People my age, most of them, are working already; Successful office workers; employees. And here I am still in school. Very much dependent on my parents' money, though sometimes some commission will come my way and that's where I earn my own. Every morning I usually hear a different "wake up call": My mom telling me the importance of time, money and how I waste them because of mot attending my classes (just the other day she insisted on waking me up and I told her that I have no morning class and she did not listen, she continued her "morning sermon") , my "dad" playing the guitar (the only tune he's mastered: Anak by Freddie Aguilar), my used to be phone now just serving as an alarm clock, and the morning sun that scorches my skin (about two months ago I never experineced this because there was a mango tree in our backyard, my dad cut it off).
It's nine in the morning. I have to go and take a shower.
"Dad" is still playing his out-of-tune rendition of Hotel California.
These are the times I wished I never went to the College of Music and developed my "ear".

GLEE COMMENTS as of JUNE 14, 2010

2010-06-14T23:07:00.001+08:00

Good or bad comments i think everyone will learn from what they're saying :)

Choir critic... · 3 days ago
Himig Sanghaya is the BEST among the three performers at that night...

Northwind Singers didnt deserve the title.. The girl soloist is screaming, the harmony and the blending sounds not good compare to Himig Sanghaya...

Choir critic... · 3 days ago
Based on the performance.. The Himig Sanghaya's rendition of 214 gives the audience a magical feeling with matching harmony, blending and the chemistry of the two soloist singing it (including the background)...
Compared to Northwind Singers, its just like a typical and generic performance, and i can say that the performances of Blazing sensations and the Northwind Singers are quite the same, same foundation of singing performance...

I'm not Pro-Himig Sanghaya. Hence, it is my own opinion from what I've seen in this Great Glee Sing-off...
Nevertheless, Northwind Singers badly needed that workshop of Trumpets though...

precy minnie♥ · 3 hours ago
that was a bit harsh. :|

Oliver Oliveros · 3 days ago
I believe Himig Sanghaya was once a NAMCYA winner?

Choir Critic · 2 days ago
Yup2, Himig Sanghaya once a NAMCYA winner and hailed Silver-A awardee for the 1st CCP Chorale Competition last year...

They really gave justices for the songs that they've sang in this competition...

ricoboiisagleek · 3 days ago
i agree. I've seen on an article that harmony is like 40% on the criteria?? and i've watched on youtube the 214 of Himig Sanghaya and i thought the Northwind Singers are better off. But, absolutely not, though. I've seen "my life would suck without you" and i believe... sorry to say this.. it SUCKed. what added to the failure of the performances was the failure of the technicals..

well,that is my opinion.. i haven't watched blazing sensations yet, though.

carry on,, carry on.. ~

~ricoboiisagleek. :D

LJZG · 3 days ago
Hello ricoboiisagleek. My name is LJ, and I am a part of Blazing Sensations.

I would also like to agree that technicals sucked. If you would watch our performance of "Taking Chances", there were parts when you couldn't even hear our soloists. We're not sure about it, but from our standpoint, it was also failure of technicals that caused problems for us.

Choir Critic · 2 days ago
Yeah, I agree on you ricoboii... If your are on that place watching them live performing at MOA centerstage, the rendition of himig sanghaya's 214 makes me goosebumps... Adding to it, the microphones of the soloists in himig sanghaya works bad... So the "birits" and the mixing of voices didn't really hear compare to northwind singers, they are all screaming..

Nevertheless, congratulations NORTHWIND SINGERS...

Oliver Oliveros · 2 days ago
Lapels conked out in the middle of the performances =(

Kim · 2 days ago
so what's the point doing this? who deserves the title? syempre mga judge ang huhusga dun. kahit saang competition or contest judge lang ang may karapatan.. di ko napanuod to nabasa ko lang dito.. kaya yung mga talunan wag ng umapila sa barangay na lang kayo magpaliwanag.. ^_^

edward · 2 days ago
for me, northwind did their best:. the performance is great!

juan makabayan · 1 day ago
iT SEEMS some contestant may have INHERITED the ELECTORAL VIRUS - meaning "hindi sila NATALO... NADAYA lang... Hay naku... people GROW UP! Make your protest LEGAL... hindi yun banat ng banat... you can TALK TO THE MARINES...

Larry Parane · 1 day ago
hi guys!
somehow narefer ako sa page na 'to. Some of the posts here about himig are true, like ung sa CCP and NAMCYA. But don't think na prang bakit pa kami sumali sa glee eh ung mga sinasalihan nmin daw bigtime. Well, ung sumali sa glee na members ng himig, un ung, obviously, new generation ng group nmin. Ako lang yta ung nasama dun na 10yrs nang nsa himig. Thank you sa mga comments nyo, nkkatuwa na meron kaming naimpress sa performances nmin. But i'm really happy for the Northwind Singers na nanalo sila. The whole point of doing these stuff, lalo na sa choral groups, is simply to make and enjoy music as we all offer it to the greatest composer of all. Sana we could just accept the decision and enjoy making more music.. Actually, im looking forward na maka-jam nmin ung Northwind and Blazing Sensations, sana makasali uli kami next time. (hoho sana pasok parin ako sa age limit!)

Congrats to all! Glee still rocks!:)

Mr. Male Soloist, Himig Sanghaya. http://www.himigsanghaya.com

P.S.
We did our numbers again kanina sa farewell party ng ibang members nmin, i'm uploading the videos on youtube, hope you guys check it out soon!:) post ko dito links..

Kristian Misa · 1 day ago
oi larry ndi pa tayo nanalo sa nationals ng NAMCYA. Regionals lang, second pa, at saka ndi tayo ganun kagaling (baka kc iniisip ng iba e nagfifeeling tayo). There are a LOT of things that we should improve. Anyway, kanya kanya lang na opinion yan. Basta ako MASAYANG MASAYA ako sa laki ng inimprove ng group natin. I'm very much fulfilled and satisfied with our achievements considering na marami din sa atin ang highschool pa lang pero laban pa din sa nationals. hahaha kaya kayo wag na magtalo kc pointless tapos na e. Ang pwede lang nating makuhang aral sa event na ito ay "wag na mag sound check kc sa performance ndi din naman gagana ang microphones hahahahhaha"!!!

Larry Parane · 18 hours ago
wala nmn akong sinabi na nanalo tau ng nationals ah, hoho
anyway, masaya din ako sa experience nung glee, sana lalo pa tau lahat magimprove =)

Kristian Misa · 7 hours ago
kc may nakita ako nagpost nanalo daw tayo nationals ng namcya e. Anyway, TAMA ka dyan Larry!!! masayang masaya ako sa performance ng mga groups and for that matter, I can say that we all won and learned a lot from this competition. Kaya tama na yang mga pagtatalo. Let's just enjoy music!!!

T CPY · 1 day ago
Well guyz,, IT WAS A GLEE COMPETITION. IT WAS NOT A "CHORALISH, CLASSICAL TYPE, ROBOTIC CHOREOGRAPHY AND MECHANICAL PERFORMANCE THAT THE JUDGES LOOKED DURING THEIR PERFORMANCE. ALONG WITH THE CRITERIA -IT WAS THE HEART, SPONTANEITY, AND ENERGY THAT EVERY PERFORMER SHOULD CONSIDER.

I WAS THERE DURING THE COMPETITION. IN THE MIDDLE 5TH ROW TO BE EXACT.

Godbless and may this be a learning experience to everyone..

CRYOUTLOUD · 1 day ago
NORTHWIND SINGERS - Good blending (with technical error)
- Their voices were not CLASSICAL (THE real glee singing VOICE)
- Excellent costume(fashionistas)
- Excellent choreography(energy, grace and beauty)
- Excellent production appeal (appropriate TV make-up, coordinated costume colors)
HIMIG SANGHAYA - Excellent CLASSICAL blending - GOOD Band- poor costume - poor make-up
- mechanical choreography

KAYO NA ANG MAGSABI KUNG BAKIT NANALO ANG NORTHWIND

boljack # · 3 hours ago
how dare u say it was a mechanical one? ung sa northwind nga dali na ng steps di pa sabaysabay.. mga wla pa sa tono.. u better watch JUMP.

niwey, pwde n ung costume na isa nung sa northwind.. ung ballad yta un.. pero wg sana nating kalimutan na HARMONY ang may pinakataas na percentage sa criteria. i believe in the energy that northwind showed .. PERO HARMONY-wise? i'm sorry, hindi rin. i mean.. HINDI TALAGA.

:D

rose · 1 day ago
YEAH! doon sa mga di satisfied sa result............Do you want to challenge the CREDIBILITY OF THE JUDGES (the COMPANY, SONY and ETC executives)?

Haaay,...Pinoy nga talaga tayo....

sana napanood nyo ng live un performances ng group at saka kayo humusga....etchos...etchos...ek..ek..ek..

liza · 1 day ago
Nanood din po ako...sa isang manonood ang masasabi ko ay magaling pareho ung northwind and himigsanhaya...kulang lng tlga sa energy ung himig..alam mo na kaagad ang mga choreo nilang handmovements to the right and to the left,1,2,3,4, and alternates..
ung sa northwind, may mga sabit blending dahil sa lapel pero mraramdaman mo puso nila at energy..
ung GLEE talaga...

liza · 1 day ago
good day.Im HAPPY AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME, COZ OUR YOUTH ARE SOMEHOW CONFUSED OF WHAT ARE THE DISTINCT CHARACTERISTICS OF A GLEE CLUB AND A CHORALE.LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY: GLEE CLUB VS CHORALE
-uses natural voice(scream when needed) -uses cultured/falsetto voice(round voice-a must)---a show choir (choreo-dancing while singing) -seldom uses choreo(hands movements-a must---a jamming type of singing group -classical/european standard -perfection required--in CONTEXT with the race/nation of the singers -CONSERVATORY MUSIC is the CONTEXT
-HEART/FEELINGS/JOY ARE ESSENTIAL -TECHNIQUE is VERY ESSENTIAL

leoleogleek · 1 day ago
CONGRATULATIONS NORTHWIND... BAKA LALO SILANG NAGAGALIT KZ ALAM NILA THAT YOUR FREE WORKSHOP WITH TRUMPETS WILL MAKE YOU A LOT BETTER !!!

YOU ARE THE REAL GLEE CLUB...CONTINUE SINGING USING NATURAL VOICE!!!!!!!!!! AND DONT GET INTIMIDATED. INSTEAD FOCUS YOUR EYES ON WHAT IS BENEFICIAL FOR YOUR GROUP...

mabuhay ang northwind!!!!

solar. · 1 day ago
come on guys, let's get over it! The competition's finished already, there's no need to brag on. The judges had different opinions on the matter, like on Glee, you'll never know what's their basis for judging. If they enjoyed the winner better than the others, let's just respect that. And for the winners/pro-winners, i think you've done a great job, so to be "better winners", i think you should just enjoy your victory rather than brag how great you were. Instead of telling the blogosphere how amazing you were, how about focus on your weaknesses and be much greater performers? And by the way, Glee is still about singing, more than the choreography.

moY · 1 day ago
Facts to be considered:
- the glee show is about show choir.
- show is very important but without the choir part, show choir is nothing.
- singing is very different from screaming.
- performers that are grounded on humility are the real winners.
- competitions are gauges of each contestant's improvement, not showing which team is better.

jov san juan · 3 hours ago
i believe on the second aspect. "without the choir part, show choir is nothing. "
congrats to himig sanghya's Cristian and Larry "performers that are grounded on humility are the real winners. "

ricodey · 1 day ago
i agree with you solar.congratulations to both himig and northwind. move on..i know both groups have mix emotions to the comments..you might be both hurt to the negative feedbacks. take it as a constructive criticisms for you to improve both.

ricoboiisagleek · 3 hours ago
TAMA! :D

~ricoboiisagleek. :D

sheenagleek · 1 day ago
Thanks for your comments solar and ricodey. 22o ciguro nga, nasasaktan din mga northwind at himig sa mga sinusulat tungkol sa knila. They are victims of people's judgement sa issue na 2..respeto n lng po sa desisyon ng judges. salamat po

Kristian Misa · 1 day ago
ndi pa kami nanalo sa nationals ng NAMCYA. Regionals lang, second pa, at saka ndi tayo ganun kagaling (baka kc iniisip ng iba e nagfifeeling tayo). There are a LOT of things that we should improve. Anyway, kanya kanya lang na opinion yan. Basta ako MASAYANG MASAYA ako sa laki ng inimprove ng group natin. I'm very much fulfilled and satisfied with our achievements considering na marami din sa amin ang highschool pa lang pero laban pa din sa nationals. hahaha kaya kayo wag na kayo magtalo kc pointless tapos na e. Ang pwede lang nating makuhang aral sa event na ito ay "wag na mag sound check kc sa performance ndi din naman gagana ang microphones hahahahhaha"!!! One word of advice: EDUCATE!

HIMIG SANGHAYA MEMBER

Oliver Oliveros · 1 day ago
Whoa, peace guys!

isa · 22 hours ago
Should've, could've, would've... Everybody is entitled to their own opinion. In every competition, there's always a winner probably deemed to serve the purpose of creating awareness for the campaign which in this case, is to get people appreciate show choir music.

I was there and I've appreciated the performance of the finalists. It is a fact that the technicals were downright nasty. I admire the effort put into each song, they were sung with gusto and emotion.

Congratulations everyone for doing your part, you made your teams and supporters proud by making it to the finals. I hope you all stay grounded and remember that there's always room for improvement. Cheers.

Faith · 10 hours ago
It's so easy to say "oh you sucked" or "you don't deserve to win" or "I'm better than you" when you're safely hiding behind a computer. But can you say those exact things to those kids face to face? Please remember that these KIDS are still learning, Himig Sanghaya, Northwind, and Blazing Sensations. I'm so proud of all of them for getting as far as the finals and in truth all of them are winners. Congratulations to all three groups for giving it their bests! Whoever won was not only the judges' choices but God's will. He knows that their win served a greater purpose and meaning to not only the NS but also to HS and BS. Everyone, let's just be happy for them and mature about this!

BeholdtheGleek · 7 hours ago
Para kina:

T CPY na feeling judge,
CRYOUTLOUD na alam lahat,
ROSE na meron pang pachallenge2 ng credibility,
LEOLEOGLEEK na bilib na bilib sa trumpets haha,
LIZA na gumawa pa ng nakakatuwang comparison at nagmamagaling,

cge, kau na. hands down kau na ang magagaling.
and i hope a few years from now, once you've grown to be mature, you'll look backto the posts you created here.

Para kay Choir Critic:

as a fellow blogger, i think okay lang na sabihin nyo opinion nyo sa nangyari pero let's be more cautious sana sa mga sinasabi natin lalo na at maraming nkkbasa ng mga opinion mo.

To Larry Parane and Kristian Misa na mga myembro pala ng HS:

I appreciate your humility. i think tlgang matagal na kayo sa industry na yan because i can see your maturity on the situation. Ganyan ang attitude ng totoong winner. Keep it up guys!

---

I was there during the competition, i'm not affiliated to any contestant. In fact, i was just invited by one of staff. The technicals weren't good. Sayang talaga. The Company had pre-recorded backups except sa solos and adlibs. It was a good event to celebrate music and the results were very similar to the season finale of glee. I've been around this industry for more than 15years and ganun parin tayong mga pinoy when it comes to competition results. nakakatawa.

beholdtheGleek · 7 hours ago
cautious daw samantalang puro pangookray ang nilagay ko pala sa start bwahaha pasensya na at nkkaasar lang talaga ang immaturity nila..

emanon · 28 minutes ago
GOd Bless us all... keep in mind that God has a purpose for everything.....

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Burnay Pots, Vigan, Ilocos Sur

2009-09-22T02:56:00.000+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Burnay Pottery, Vigan,Ilocos Sur

2009-09-22T02:54:00.000+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Windmill, Bangui,Ilocos Norte

2009-09-22T02:52:00.001+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Windmills, Bangui,Ilocos Norte

2009-09-22T02:51:00.002+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Vigan,Ilocos Sur

2009-09-22T02:50:00.000+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE:Belltower, Badoc, Ilocos Norte

2009-09-22T02:48:00.000+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Cape Bojeador Lighthouse, Burgos, Ilocos Norte

2009-09-22T02:47:00.000+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Paoay Church, Ilocos Norte

2009-09-22T01:59:00.002+08:00

UNESCO World Heritage Site

Himig Sanghaya Chorale's Official Website

2009-05-07T04:33:00.002+08:00

http://www.himigsanghaya.com

Himig Sanghaya Chorale

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Pagudpod,Ilocos Norte

2009-04-25T06:03:00.004+08:00

SAUD BEACH

NORTHERN EXPOSURE: Northern Philippines (Ilocos)

2009-04-20T01:15:00.000+08:00

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

2009-04-14T00:52:00.003+08:00

A series of photographs taken in the towns of the provinces of Ilocos Sur and Ilocos Norte, Philippines.

Coming Soon!

Brother Dewey Dewey Dewey

2009-02-12T23:24:00.000+08:00

Allen Josel Malumay's Dewey Decimal Section:
716 Herbaceous plants
Allen Josel Malumay = 12254059523121315 = 122+540+595+231+213+15 = 1716

Class:
700 Arts & Recreation

Contains:
Architecture, drawing, painting, music, sports.

What it says about you:
You're creative and fun, and you're good at motivating the people around you. You're attracted to things that are visually interesting. Other people might not always understand your taste or style, but it's yours.

Find your Dewey Decimal Section at Spacefem.com

Our First New Year's Dinner

2009-01-04T21:22:00.000+08:00

Circles and more circles...

Color me bad

2008-09-18T19:56:00.000+08:00

Surprisingly my second occupational category is so not me hehehehe

Try it here

Best Occupational Category

You're a CREATOR

Key Words:

Nonconforming, Impulsive, Expressive, Romantic, Intuitive, Sensitive, and Emotional

These original types place a high value on aesthetic qualities and have a great need for self-expression. They enjoy working independently, being creative, using their imagination, and constantly learning something new. Fields of interest are art, drama, music, and writing or places where they can express, assemble, or implement creative ideas.

CREATOR OCCUPATIONS
Suggested careers are Advertising Executive, Architect, Web Designer, Creative Director, Public Relations, Fine or Commercial Artist, Interior Decorator, Lawyer, Librarian, Musician, Reporter, Art Teacher, Broadcaster, Technical Writer, English Teacher, Architect, Photographer, Medical Illustrator, Corporate Trainer, Author, Editor, Landscape Architect, Exhibit Builder, and Package Designer.

CREATOR WORKPLACES
Consider workplaces where you can create and improve beauty and aesthetic qualities. Unstructured, flexible organizations that allow self-expression work best with your free-spirited nature.

Suggested Creator workplaces are advertising, public relations, and interior decorating firms; artistic studios, theaters and concert halls; institutions that teach crafts, universities, music, and dance schools. Other workplaces to consider are art institutes, museums, libraries, and galleries.

2nd Best Occupational Category

You're an ORGANIZER

Key Words:

Self-Control, Practical, Self-Contained, Orderly, Systematic, Precise, and Accurate

These conservative appearing, plotting-types enjoy organizing, data systems, accounting, detail, and accuracy. They often enjoy mathematics and data management activities such as accounting and investment management. Persistence and patience allows them to do detailed paperwork, operate office machines, write business reports, and make charts and graphs.

Until The End

2008-07-17T23:48:00.000+08:00

Thick fog covers the pavement of a winding road. The silhouette of a young man is seen from a distance – carrying the lifeless body of a young lady in his arms. The fog clears and the lad lays the lady down on the grassy knoll. Then he speaks, “Never have I seen such a beautiful sight.” A teardrop falls on his cheek and he slowly touches her cheeks with the back of his hand feeling the coldness of death on her pale skin. He gradually moves his head forward towards hers – memorizing the contours of her face – focusing on every curve and slope. His eyes stop on her lips, unexpectedly it still has the color of blood. He gently kisses her.

The wind blows and he embraces her – her black hair flowing with the wind. He shouts her name. The thunder echoes the intensity of his longing. A raindrop falls on his now tired skin.

He brushes off the dripping hair from his eyes. The body of his beloved lay still and colder because of the rain. His hands are now trembling of grief that death brought him. In his pocket he draws out the knife that took her life – he found it in a pool of blood beside her. He looks at the bloodstain on it and firmly grabs its base. And in a split second he thrusts the knife upon his beating heart. He lets out a painful cry.

A flash of light triggers memories from him.

He was waiting for her in their usual meeting place - an oak tree in the middle of a clearing. While waiting he would mouth the words that he was about to say to her, “I have loved you, am loving you and will love you for a lifetime. Will you marry me?” He repeatedly practiced these lines as if she was there in front of him. The ring that he was giving her fell from his trousers and suddenly a strong wind blew of his hat from his head. He felt a chill run through his body An hour has passed and she still wasn’t around.

Panic started to control him. He ran towads her home. Ignoring the branches that bruised him each agitated step of the way. He tripped on a rock and fell down face down. That’s when he saw her. Bathing in her own blood.

He gently lays beside her and lets out his last breath. The rain stops and the fog begins to thicken. On the grassy knoll the lifeless bodies lay.

Wonder

2008-05-08T08:50:00.001+08:00

Do you still care if I exist?
Slowly darkness hugs the bonds
That was created before you left.
No longer do your heart
Sing the song that's mine.
A line or two wouldn't hurt.
I still am alive.
Hoping.
Breathing.
Lonely.

My authentic japanese name is

2008-04-15T01:10:00.000+08:00

山下 Yamashita (under the mountain) 大輝 Taiki (large radiance).

Take your real japanese name generator! today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

Solitary Birthday

2008-04-15T00:24:00.000+08:00

April 9 I turned 26...

And i have to live with that number for a year til I turn 27..

Making faces

2008-02-26T00:49:00.000+08:00

When you're tired because you've been in front of the computer for almost a day, here is the best remedy to relieve yourself of stress. Exercise your face muscles by doing this simple yet effective regimen.

The Kalibo Experience

2008-01-29T09:44:00.000+08:00

It wasn't really a nice day to take pictures, the sun was blocked by a thick layer of rain clouds. I had my FILM Canon SLR with me and i started the clicking frenzy. I finished 2 rolls and I wanted more but it was expensive now to be using Film. But still I prefer it than digital. Though now having a Digital SLR is very economical than film, in my opinion, the experience is different. I remember my professor in Fine Arts telling us that the Digital Camera is not a substitute for film nor it is an evolution of the camera, It is just another medium. That's why until now I value my FILM SLR camera I know in time it will be more expensive to use but still i can take great pictures with it. It still has that "imperfectness" compared to the pixel-perfect Digital SLR.

The Road Rising

2008-01-17T22:13:00.000+08:00

Back to my father's roots I'll go

With the lens as my eye.

Tomorrow we'll come and conquer

The sunshine-filled streets

Of a place vaguely etched on my memories.

The Past Revisited

2008-01-13T11:31:00.000+08:00

I met my Archi friends again last night in tagaytay. One of our dear friend got married and despite the fog and the rain everything went perfectly still.

Memories flooded in my head each moment i recall in detail. how i wish i was the way i used to be that time. how i wish that i was the better person i was.

All is quite different now. I sometimes ignore time and how it affects the people around me. Decisions are not as important as they were before. Each step is as slow as sinking in quick sand.

I just realized that I've been denying myself the privelage to be happy in my life. I should always feel focused and my so-called divertions are actually the things that matter -- they're my life.

Tomorrow I will wake up with a new bright face. Hope is my shadow and dreams will keep me safe from harm.

Each movement will hurt but it will be worth it.

I need rehabilitation

2007-11-22T10:56:00.000+08:00

Addicted to Sadness: Losing my mind to the abyss of thoughts; drowning me every single day.

Allenation v1.0

2007-11-20T09:34:00.000+08:00

http://allenation.bravehost.com

I finally (for the longest time) made an online resume. Have to revise the content though. I'm planning my portfolio to be a flash presentation.

Pas San Toi

2007-10-18T12:12:00.000+08:00

J'taime

2007-10-18T12:04:00.000+08:00

D’accord, il existait d’autres façons de se quitter
Quelques éclats de verres auraient peut être pu nous aider
Dans ce silence amer, j’ai décidé de pardonner
Les erreurs qu’on peut faire à trop s’aimer
D’accord la petite fille en moi souvent te réclamait
Presque comme une mère, tu me bordais, me protégeais
Je t’ai volé ce sang qu’on n’aurait pas dû partager
A bout de mots, de rêves je vais crier

Je t’aime, je t’aime
Comme un fou comme un soldat
Comme une star de cinéma
Je t’aime, je t’aime
Comme un loup comme un roi
Comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t’aime comme ça

D’accord je t’ai confié tous mes sourires, tous mes secrets
Même ceux, dont seul un frère est le gardien inavoué
Dans cette maison de pierre,
Satan nous regardait danser
J’ai tant voulu la guerre de corps qui se faisaient la paix

Je t’aime, je t’aime
Comme un fou comme un soldat
Comme une star de cinéma
Je t’aime, je t’aime
Comme un loup comme un roi
Comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t’aime comme ça

Je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un fou comme un soldat
Comme une star de cinema
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
Comme un loup comme un roi
Comme un homme que je ne suis pas
Tu vois, je t’aime comme ça

ROUGH
TRANSLATION:
agreed, there existed other ways of parting
if we looked at the bright side it might be able to help us
In this bitter silence, i decided to forgive you
it is the faults that we might do when we love someone so much
agreed the small girl in me often claimed you
you were almost like a mother, you edged me, u protected me
i'm gonna sing you this song that we wont leave each other
in the middle of words and dreams im gonna shout:
I love you, I love you
like a crazy person like a soldier
like a star of cinema
I love you, I love you
as a wolf, as a king
as a man that i'm not
you see, i love you like that

agreed, I trusted you in all my smiles and secrets.
even those, alone whose brother is the unconfessed security guard
In this stony house,
Satan watched us dance
I wanted so much the war of bodies which made peace
I love you, I love you
like a crazy person like a soldier
like a star of cinema
I love you, I love you
as a wolf, as a king
as a man that i'm not
you see, i love you like that

Better days

2007-10-18T11:39:00.000+08:00

I remember three of us, the most ironically brutal friends, me, tana and jj watched the first three episodes of Grey's Anatomy. It wasn't really a pleasant day. I wasn't able to sleep that night. Everything that happened flashed in my head. Questions that I try to answer but it was useless because the person who was suppose to answer those questions left me hanging...

You Took My Breath Away

2007-10-18T11:29:00.000+08:00

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
(Lyrics by Claire Hamill)
Tuck & Patti

Sometimes it amazes me,
how strong the power of love can be,
and sometimes you just take my breath away.
You've watched my love grow like a child,
sometimes gentle and sometimes wild,
and sometimes you just take my breath away.

* It's too good to slip by,
it's too good to lose,
too good to be there just to use.
Gonna stand on a mountain top and tell the news,
that you take my breath away.

Your beauty is there in all I see,
and when I feel your eyes on me,
ooh don't you know you just take my breath away.
My life is yours,
my heart will be,
singing for you eternally,
oh don't you know you just take my breath away.

Sometimes it amazes me,
how strong the power of love can be,
and sometimes you just take my breath away.
My life is yours,
my heart will be,
singing for you eternally,
oh don't you know you just take my breath away.

Fear. This drives me to madness.

Everyday I try to reconcile the fact, most people say, that I am so lovable and yet it bothers me to be that so-lovable-guy...

What if that drove people away from me?

Time and space

2007-10-15T07:35:00.000+08:00

Midnight,
I checked the luminescent hands of my wristwatch.
It was the only visible object in my room.
I lied on my bed, waiting.

Ten minutes passed.
My cellular phone; idle for the longest time.
I tried to reach you; a few rings,
More waiting.

I tried sleeping
So tomorrow I can say that I fell asleep, waiting.
Fixed my bed and arranged my pillows in their usual places on my bed.

I thought of you – the reason behind your disregard of me.
Then I fell into this pit.
But I was too tired to feel anything;
So I uttered no sound,
Not even a yell;
Even though it was a long fall.

The air was damp
And it was dark.
I lied there for a while trying not to move,
Just breathing.

One o’clock,
I saw the shining hands of my wrist watch
From the peripherals of my sight.
I stood up and switched the light on.
I was back in my room.

I got hold of the phone and dialed the number
I knew for months now.
You answered with a cold tone
That sent me shivering inside.
I said goodbye because you couldn’t talk.

At last my used to be idle phone sprang to life;
The sound of millions of crickets stuck inside my head.
I read the message you sent me.
I understood.

I sent myself back to bed
To wait once more.
Two hours after midnight.

Multiple Personality

2007-10-13T23:40:00.000+08:00

To lose one’s mind
Crazy
Send in the clowns
Make them laugh
Have them cry
Schizophrenia

To lose someone
Misery
Hear your voice again
Sweet tender words
Utter piercing sentiments
Depression

To be alone
Terror
Slumping in a corner
Staring blankly at the wall
A void inside
Paranoia

Sweet Tooth

2007-10-13T23:37:00.000+08:00

When you are hungry and there is no available food in the ref but raw food, the hired help is out and you just want dessert after a hearty meal, Teletubbies is on and you want something to eat while watching those somewhat disgustingly cute colorful creatures with these strange shapes and figures on top of their head (which will make you think if one of those is a phallic symbol of some sort)-- so you can throw up something after the show (not just gastric juices but bits of semi-digested food), or you just want to surprise your mom by letting her taste the nastiest tasting food she’ll ever consume and she’ll say to you that it’s the tastiest (but not necessarily delicious) food she ever ate -- probably because you’re her child and she doesn’t want to dampen your spirits about your dream on becoming the best cook in the world... Try this:
Choc-nut Cake.
You will need 3 egg yolks and 1 whole egg, a 300ml can of condensed milk (preferably Carnation or Milkmaid, not Alaska because it has this weird taste), and, of course, Choc-nut – about 5 bars or 10 if you’re really in the mood to make yourself sick.
To create this sweet concoction you have to beat the egg yolks with the whole egg then mix in the condensed milk. Before blending in the Choc-nut in the mixture, crush them, in a separate platter, with a fork or your hand if you want your essence to be included in the cake (this method is most favored by lovers). Put it in a microwave safe container and put it on the microwave oven in the maximum setting for 3 minutes or until you see it puff out of the container like a cake (maybe like a brownie or a brown puffed pillow). Top with confectioner’s sugar. Eat it while it’s warm because if you don’t it’ll look like pancakes when it’s cold.
Post text: Recipe intended just for the consumption of children (5-10 years old) or kid-at-heart folks (like me!).

The Man I Love

2007-10-13T23:32:00.000+08:00

Someday he’ll come along,
The man I love.
And he’ll be big and strong,
The man I love.
And when he comes my way
I’ll do my best to make him stay.
– “The Man I love”, composed by George and Ira Gershwin

The semester had just started and there I was late for my class. I was a few meters away from my classroom’s door when I accidentally bumped into someone. I hurriedly picked up my books, went inside the classroom and sat down. My professor did not notice me because he was drawing a diagram on the board. I slouched on my chair and tried to relax so I would stop hyperventilating.

He was like the son of Venus. He entered the room gracefully as if he was walking on water – each step an effortless movement. His hair was pitch black and it moved like silk floating in the air. He walked towards me. I was staring at him as he came closer. He stopped in front of the chair beside me and, before he sat down, smiled at me. I looked away and pretended to be listening to our professor.

He leaned until his lips were near my ears. Then he whispered, “I’m Alfonso, sorry for blocking your way.” I looked at him embarrassed. “I’m so sorry I hope I did not get hurt,” I said discreetly while our professor was listening to the question of our classmate. His eyes glittered in contrast with the dullness of the cream-colored room. Our professor dismissed the class. I stood up and looked back at him – he was in a hurry drawing the diagram in his notebook that he missed when he went out of the classroom. I smiled and walked away.

After I met him I would usually go to class ahead of time and wait for him to sit beside me. We seldom speak to each other. But sometimes he asks for paper whenever we would have a quiz; what the professor said if he does not catch it; or he would just smile at me whenever I say goodbye after class. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me, he would look away and I would smile at the thought of him trying to pretend he did not like me. Soon after, Alfonso would usually go with me out of our classroom to the jeepney stop. While walking we would have conversations about art and music – from Boticelli to Picasso and Bach to John Williams.

One day after our usual boring class he asked me, “I don’t know how to say this but will you go out with me this weekend for dinner and maybe a cup of coffee after?” I was taken aback with what he said but to my surprise I said: “Yes, that would be fine.”

I arrived thirty minutes earlier in the Persian restaurant. The place was not as crowded as most of the restaurants during weekends. The chairs and tables were filled with vine-like sculpted patterns, which I guessed to have come from the Middle East. While I was trying to amuse myself by counting the glasses of water a man on the table in front of me drank, I could hear soft music from the sitar player on a platform beside the entrance of the restaurant. Alfonso came at exactly seven o’clock. He was wearing a navy blue shirt that accented his toned arms. He smiled when he saw me. When he was settled down he said, “I hope you like the place.” I nodded and asked him, “I never new this kind of place exist here in the Philippines. When did you discover this restaurant?” He told me that his friends would usually tell him good places to dine in. That restaurant was the most recommended place among his peers.

The evening had no dull moments. Alfonso ate slowly and I talked so fast that sometimes he would choke every time I would tell a joke. After dinner we paid our bill and went outside to his car. We drove off to the nearest café. It was just nine o’clock so there were a few customers in the café either sipping coffee or smoking their lungs out. We sat down inside the café on a mint-green-colored sofa. He asked me what coffee I wanted but I told him that I want hot cocoa instead. He went to the counter to order our drink and sat beside me. “I hope we could be free from the misconceptions of the people around us. What’s ‘normal’ in this world anyway?” he said after sipping his cup of espresso. I put down my cup of hot cocoa and said giggling, “Calm down. Don’t be too serious, you might hurt yourself.” He smiled. “It has always been a struggle for most of us and in someway we always tried to be ‘normal’ but in the end we’ll realize that this is what we are and we don’t need to change that.”

Alfonso took me home. It was minutes before midnight and only the streetlights illuminated the way. I was silent while he was driving. I just smiled watching him concentrating behind the steering wheel. He would smile back at me whenever he can. It took us a fifteen-minute drive to finally reach my street. I went down his car and said goodbye. He tried to grab my had but I was out of the car before he got the chance to.

I changed into my pajamas and lied down on my bed. I stared at my orange-painted ceiling and reminisced what had happened to us that day – his smiles, the way he would move his hand while he told a story, the smell of the perfume he had on, and his laughter that seem to reverberate joy to the people around him. I imagined him beside me that night. I hugged my pillow as if it was him. I never had that chance that day to touch him. I slept with the thought of his hand brushing my hair; his fingers touching my lips.

Two months passed and we usually went home together. During weekends we would try and buy an art film from a store nearby school and watch it either at my place or his. It was a Saturday when we watched “Sometimes in April” and I cried most of the time. We were the only ones home and he tried to comfort me by tapping his hand on my shoulder. I told him that I was fine and he stood up and got me a glass of water. Most of the time we would try to be together I would contact him after my classes and ask him if he was free to meet up with me. We would hangout in a coffee shop or just stay in his car and chat.

One evening after a long day at school, I was startled with the realities of this society. I never tried to ask myself if Alfonso was what I wanted but I knew that I was different. I was normal physically and no one would suspect that I was different. But Alfonso knew what I was and I knew that he was…

I was not ready for this.

The next day was a holiday. After breakfast I called him up and asked if he could come over so we could talk. It was the best time because my parents left for Baguio to my grandparent’s. He lived about forty-five minutes away from my house; so I hurriedly took a shower and sat down on our Kamagong sofa to watch television. I fell asleep. I was awakened by the squeaking sound of our gate. I went to the door and saw him glowing under the light of the sun. “Josh, I need to tell you something,” he said while going in the house. I closed the door. We stood there in our living room. He did not say anything. He just looked at me and I knew what he meant. He held my hand. I closed my eyes.

He kissed me…

We'll build a little home
Just meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Oh, what would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love

13 JULY 2006 10pm

2007-10-13T23:31:00.000+08:00

Something You are Sure Of

I chatted with you today...
Wanted to say things like what i did or how i am.
I am not ok.
I'm still hurting but i'm trying to move on with my life.
It's really difficult.
I never felt this coming.
I thought we were fine.
I guess I just was blinded by all the love I have for you.
I asked you how he was... and more questions...and then you said it..

Me: because i felt that we were so in love
Me: that nothing was wrongyou: and we were..
Me: but i guess i was wrong againyou: and we could still be...
you: i dont know..
you: at this point i dont know anymore...
Me: i can't deal with uncertainties
you: what i know is that i also love him already..

I started to get numb after reading that.
I died.
and died again and again..

Several deaths...

2006 JULY 13

2007-10-13T23:29:00.000+08:00

Till Then

I've been checking his email and hoping that i would see a message from the guy I loathe. But there weren't any.
It was impossible that they won't exchange messages.
The last time I asked him he told me that he likes the guy so much. That was a blow to my face - a painful one.

He wasn't sure about me though.
I remember whenever I would ask him he would say, "I don't know.."

The uncertainty killed me.I have been dying since.I can't deal with this anymore.I'm off to the lost lands to hear a lone bird singing a sad lullaby.

A Psychotic Story

2007-10-13T23:19:00.000+08:00

This was a futile attempt to mix up the point of views in a story

Open Letter

How did it happen? I suppose he was the one brave enough to throw away everything you shared for the past seven years by saying that he was tired of you and how you try to run his life from him. I adored him for that. He became a “man” for that single moment -- He neither hinted on nor gave you a sign that he finally grew tired of your ways. He felt that he was too tied up with you. But I never saw this kind of rejection from him before.

He was very much active then. For a month, just to finish a single painting, he would lock himself up inside his room, a few dozen of beers and a large can of biscuits (the one they give out during wakes) served as his fuel to last his sleepless nights. When he was done with his painting, he would stare at his finished work for hours until the vivid shades of red, yellow, orange, violet and green would all become a blur. This experience would make him laugh and grin and stare again. For hours, this would be his action; a cycle of silence and amusement. His mom would call him for supper but he would never answer. When she would knock on his room’s door, he would swing it open; the motion would blow away the thin hairs on the forehead of his mom. He would scream irritably at her; telling her that he was not to be disturbed because he was busy with his art. She would be crying after he would stop and bang the door. He would go back to staring at his painting and most of the time he would masturbate in front of it; enjoying the vivid colors change hues and the pleasure he gave to himself.

He was never known as an artist in the high school where he was studying. His classmates considered him as the clown of the class and a talker. He would usually chat with a group of friends during break time. He would talk about the lives of his relatives, enemies, and immediate family; every recount gave the listeners the image of his superiority. He considered himself having abilities no other person had. But this was not always true. He flunked most of his subjects when he was a freshman and took summer classes to make up for them. He had the confidence of a general who won a war against a large army.

You would not think that he was like this before he met you. The day you came along, he was fed up with everything at home. He had occasional fights with his dad and the last one was the worst that was where you came in and took over. You took him out of the house to the streets.

You made him live like a rat roaming the streets with clothes as filthy as his life; most of the time you told him that he was never worthy of having a family that supported him very much. He would sink into a corner of the lamppost where he usually stayed and sound like he was crying but he never did have tears. You told him that he was worthless and that I was the only solution to his problem.

It was not my turn. That was why he dumped you. He accepted me more than you. I brought him home. His family was happy to see him. I was always with him in his room. He embraced me every time. I was his cure. I would be his end.

As I lied down near the lamppost where I usually stayed, I pictured all the paintings I made. My first one flashed inside my head. I was worthless. I came to this world to ruin the lives of the people who cared for me. I am a burden to this world. For years I tried to fit in. But I always failed. This is the end. I always took the easy way out. I had always thought about doing this but time never gave me a chance. I hope my family would forgive me. Goodbye.

Joshua.

of things to be thankful for

2007-10-13T00:14:00.000+08:00

1. Had my first time to clean the HQ restroom that has been "waterless" for months

2. Got a graphic design job

3. I get to hangout with Ate Katz, Jean, Harv and Tian almost everyday

4. Still got to sing with the choir ever so often

5. Himig Sanghaya almost 10 years old!

6. I have readers

7. I get to eat the food i really like

8. See the sunrise

9. See the Big Dipper every night

10. The north star

11. Having watched the movie STARDUST

12. Enjoying Harry Potter Book7

The Ram

2007-10-12T22:30:00.000+08:00

Aries - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits: You're quite the charmer. You've got the wit and attitude to attract almost anyone you meet. Out spoken and honest, any date knows how they stand with you. Fearless, independent, and willing to try anything twice - your dates should expect the unexpected. Your negative traits: You tend to be vain, and you expect your partner to feed that vanity often with complements. Hot tempered and impulsive, you've occasionally ended things ... only to regret it later. You're obsessed with being the best, most loved girlfriend or boyfriend your sweetie's ever had. Your ideal partner: A risk taking, free spirit like yourself - who can keep up with your latest wild child antics. Someone stylish, attractive, and fit... who can keep you attracted for months. Is hard to get - and lets you pursue things. You prefer to be the chaser, not the one being chased. Your dating style: Wild, unpredictable, fun, and daring. Your ideal date may involve a couple motorcycles or naked skydiving. Your seduction style: Honest and direct - you have no need for romance or much foreplay. Show off. You like to show your lover how you're the best ever. Ambitious. You often like to go all night - or aim for multiple orgasms. Tips for the future: Start to believe in second and third chances. You don't have to dump them so fast. Savor the process. Sometimes the best part of falling in love is taking things in slow motion. Let go of comparisons. If someone's with you, then you've already one. Stop worrying about exes. Best color to attract mate: Red Best day for a date: Tuesday

What's Your Love Profile?

A Born Natural Seducer

2007-10-12T22:18:00.000+08:00

Your Seduction Style: The Natural

You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

I Got Older

2007-10-12T22:02:00.000+08:00

You Are 16 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

Christmas WISHLIST 2007

2007-10-12T21:57:00.000+08:00

I'm starting my list early. Anyone out there who's willing to give these to me?

PLEASE I'm desperate!!!

;)

Mobile phone
Christopher Paolini: Eldest
Back pack/Mountaineering back pack
SLR Camera bag
iMac/MacBook
Hair clipper/razor (so I don’t have to go to the barber shop)
SLR Digital Camera - Canon D400
The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
“Happy Feet” Sound track and DVD
DVD: Season 1-5 of QAF
Shoes, size 43 (10)
Coat/Jacket
2Gb (or higher) Flash drive
USB microphone
Board shorts
120gb external hard drive

Emotional Activism

2007-09-27T08:12:00.000+08:00

Every night I battle
The memories that
Come rushing
Back to me.
I try
To clear
My head;
My battle cry
Echoing:
Death to
Promises and Lies,
Hope and Sacrifice!

Uncanny resemblance

2007-09-14T22:59:00.000+08:00

My long lost brother?

Someone told me that this is a picture of the son of Cherry Gil...

Am i supposed to be Allen Gil?

Sorrow

2007-08-31T21:02:00.000+08:00

Celeb

2007-08-15T12:01:00.000+08:00

Simplicity

2007-06-26T04:40:00.000+08:00

Impressionism

2007-06-08T15:12:00.000+08:00

We've been growing apart since we parted ways: you tried to paint on a clean canvas and put the once beautiful painting aside to gather dust. It was a beautiful painting of the sunset by the sea.
Everyday I feel like a coconut floating in open sea waiting for the current to bring me to the beach where I would take root and grow into a strong tree that can withstand storms.
Until now I do not know when I would see that beach. All I see now would be the abyss below me.
Tomorrow I know i won't look forward that much in spending time playing in open water. I easily get tired of the endless charades with the creatures of the deep -- their only intention is to distract me from treading.

What my dreams came to be

2007-06-05T21:51:00.001+08:00

I'm trying out smoking. The doctors tell me that it's my affirmation that i am alive.
- What dreams may come

I started smoking last October 2006 and it has been quite some sort of rebellion against myself. I never wanted to even try smoking but certain events in my life lead to the destruction of that ideal. I tried to destroy myself that time. And it was a learning experience: Never stop dreaming eventhough the life you've been hoping for was lost.
I realized that I don't have build dreams with someone. All I should do now would be to realize my dreams and work on it, if someone would come along, all I have to do is share those dreams of mine not build something together that I know would definitely end when the relationship falls apart.
I try to live with myself now. Everyday I face problems with work and it has been distracting my emotions.
Smoking also distracts me and I know that it is bad for my health. But soon an epiphany will come. Hopefully it comes before I die of Lung cancer.

Frost Bite

2007-05-28T19:15:00.000+08:00

The cold air
Envelopes my nakedness.
The breeze
An icy-needle like blanket.
I lay still.
Breathing shallow.
Eyes heavy
with frozen tears.
My body
shivering.
Cold.

Self-Confessed Alcoholic

2007-05-25T22:23:00.001+08:00

Today i try and look for the pieces -
The ones i lost.
I guess I won't find them.
Tomorrow i'll be stuck in limbo.
My complicated life will be now as simple as going to and coming from the stressful environment called work.
Now i feel empty as the bottles of beer in front of me.

Dissonance

2007-05-22T15:28:00.000+08:00

The past few days
I tried
To play a song
In my head
But now
The melody
Has faded
And I'm left
With a memory
Of broken
Chords and Silences.
Haunted melodies
Of the past.

Restless

2007-05-20T21:19:00.000+08:00

The moon weeps tonight.
Each tear drop is caught by the leaves of a dying plant.
It neither brings life nor health but pain.
Tomorrow my garden of hope will die.

Insomnia 125

2007-05-14T13:39:00.000+08:00

The temperature of my room rises in each passing moment;
I hear roosters trying to communicate with their fellow;
My body tired from the long day;
But still my mind is restless.

Dreaming

2007-05-12T20:35:00.000+08:00

I was crying in my dream last night while i was walking a blurry path with you.
You tried to ease the pain by holding my hand
But everytime you tried my hand would tremble
And I would let go.
You were a few miles away from me
When i looked back
Still crying.

Birthday Wishlist

2007-04-06T03:07:00.000+08:00

I have middle life crisis
and here are some things that will ease the pain that age brings me
i'm now 15 in a few years i'll be out of my teen years

Mobile phone (so i can change my old crappy lcd phone which i'm using now because the phone dad my dad gave me gave up on me)
Christopher Paolini: Eldest
Back pack/Mountaineering back pack
SLR Camera bag
iMac/MacBook
Laptop
Hair clipper/razor (so I don’t have to go to the barber shop)
SLR Digital Camera
The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
“Happy Feet” Sound track and DVD
DVD: Season 1-5 of QAF
Shoes, size 43 (10)
Coat/Jacket
1Gb (or higher) Flash drive
USB microphone
Board shorts
80gb external hard drive

Face to face

2007-04-03T17:42:00.001+08:00

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

I Like For You to be Still

2007-04-01T20:54:00.000+08:00

By Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

Tonight I Can Write

2007-04-01T20:52:00.000+08:00

By Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

4 4FOUR4 4

2007-03-30T21:48:00.000+08:00

FOUR JOBS I HAVE HAD
1. Piano Teacher
2. Voice Teacher
3. Art Teacher
4. Photoshop Artist

FOUR MOVIES I HAVE WATCHED OVER AND OVER
1. RENT!
2. (It's cheezy but true, watched it 4 times) Titanic
3. A.I.
4. What Dreams May Come

FOUR PLACES I HAVE LIVED:
1. Pacita Complex, San Pedro, Laguna
2. Proj6, QC
3. Kalibo Aklan (2 weeks)
4. Isabela

FOUR TV SHOWS I LIKE TO WATCH:
1. Grey’s Anatomy
2. HEROES!!!
3. Just for Laughs
4. The Simpson's

FOUR PLACES I HAVE BEEN ON VACATION:
1. Kalibo, Aklan
2. Boracay (for just two f***ing days)
3. Isabela
4. Quezon

FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:
1. Pasta
2. Burger
3. Sashimi
4. Salmon Sashimi

ME! ME! ME!

2007-03-28T19:17:00.001+08:00

The Pictures that matter

2007-03-28T19:00:00.000+08:00

It's been two months and slowly I'm getting the twists and turns of work. I stopped school and worked because I wanted to get out of the comforts of the institution that's been nurturing my ideals; I want to experience the "real world".

Celebrity?

2007-03-09T18:21:00.001+08:00

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

Face Play

2007-03-09T18:10:00.001+08:00

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

PORTFOLIO

2007-01-26T00:36:00.000+08:00

Party Links' New Branch

2007-01-25T23:47:00.000+08:00

The End of 2006

2007-01-02T14:20:00.000+08:00

Everything is so last year.

December weddings

2006-12-07T15:31:00.000+08:00

Christmas Wish List

2006-12-01T23:50:00.000+08:00

Dear Santa,
Hopefully if I am a good boy this season I'll get all of these...

Christopher Paolini: Eldest
Back pack/Mountaineering back pack
SLR Camera bag
Personal Computer (PC)
Laptop
Hair clipper/razor (so I don’t have to go to the barber shop)
SLR Digital Camera
The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
“Happy Feet” Sound track and DVD
DVD: Season 1-5 of QAF
Shoes, size 43 (10)
Coat/Jacket
1Gb (or higher) Flash drive
USB microphone
Board shorts

To be continued...

Design Translation

2006-11-20T14:55:00.000+08:00

The Simplicity of a Smile

2006-11-18T17:15:00.000+08:00

the simplicity of a smile
sends you off to a land,
where you and i will find
pleasure in hearing
each other's voices;
a moment we will cherish.
your resounding laughter --
the free spirit
lulls me to a deep slumber.
feel the warmth of my hand;
its coarseness --
will certainly
keep you away from
harm's ruthless embrace.

Himig Game Night

2006-11-18T17:09:00.000+08:00

A night of Pusoy dos and baby powder.
eeeek! i look like a Buddha!

Have you Ever?

2006-11-17T16:14:00.000+08:00

01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink
02. Swam with dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Done a striptease
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sunrise (while doing plates)
15. Seen the Northern Lights
16. Gone to a huge sports game
17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
19. Touched an iceberg
20. Slept under the stars
21. Changed a baby’s diaper
22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
23. Watched a meteor shower
24. Gotten drunk on champagne
25. Given more than you can afford to charity
26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
28. Had a food fight
29. Bet on a winning horse
30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
31. Asked out a stranger
32. Had a snowball fight
33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier
34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can (with a pillow on my face)
35. Held a lamb
36. Enacted a favorite fantasy
37. Taken a midnight skinny dip
38. Taken an ice cold bath/shower
39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar
40. Seen a total eclipse
41. Ridden a roller coaster
42. Hit a home run
43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days
44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
45. Adopted an accent for an entire day
46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
48. Had two hard drives for your computer
49. Visited all 50 states
50. Loved your job for all accounts
51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
53. Had amazing friends (I sill have)
54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
55. Watched wild whales
56. Stolen a sign
57. Backpacked in Europe
58. Taken a road-trip
59. Rock climbing
60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice
61. Midnight walk on the beach
62. Sky diving
63. Visited Ireland
64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love
65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
66. Visited Japan
67. Bench-pressed your own weight
68. Milked a cow
69. Alphabetized your records
70. Pretended to be a superhero
71. Sung karaoke
72. Lounged around in bed all day
73. Posed nude in front of strangers
74. Scuba diving
75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye
76. Kissed in the rain
77. Played in the mud
78. Played in the rain
79. Gone to a drive-in theatre
80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it
81. Visited the Great Wall of China
82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to know about your blog has discovered your blog
83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better
84. Started a business
85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
86. Toured ancient sites
87. Taken a martial arts class
88. Sword fought for the honor of a woman.
89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
90. Gotten married
91. Been in a movie
92. Crashed a party
93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have
94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy (or made me dizzy too *wink*)
95. Gotten divorced
96. Had sex at the office
97. Lied
97. (the real 97) Gone without food for 5 days
98. Made cookies from scratch
99. Won first prize in a costume contest
100. Ridden a gondola in Venice
101. Gotten a tattoo
102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on
103. Rafted the Snake River
104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
105. Got flowers for no reason
107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything
108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug
109. Performed on stage
110. Been to Las Vegas
111. Recorded music
112. Eaten shark
113. Had a one-night-stand
114. Gone to Thailand
115. Seen Moulin Rouge
116. Bought a house
117. Been in a combat zone
118. Buried one/both of your parents
120. Been on a cruise ship
121. Spoken more than one language fluently
122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone
123. Bounced a check
124. Performed in Rocky Horror
125. Read - and understood - your credit report
126. Raised children
127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy
128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
129. Created and named your own constellation of stars
130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did
132. Called or written your Congressperson
133. Packed up and moved to another city to just start over
134. …more than once?
135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
137. Had an abortion, or your female partner did
138. Had plastic surgery
139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
140. Wrote articles for a large publication
141. Lost over 100 pounds
142. Held someone while they were having a flashback
143. Piloted an airplane
144. Petted a stingray
145. Broken someone’s heart
146. Helped an animal give birth
147. Been fired or laid off from a job
148. Won money on a T.V. game show
149. Broken a bone
150. Killed a human being
151. Gone on an African photo safari
152. Ridden a motorcycle
153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of 100mph or faster?
154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
155. Fired a rifle, shotgun or pistol
156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
157. Ridden a horse
158. Had major surgery.
159. Had sex on a moving train
160. Had a snake as a pet
161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
162. Slept through an entire flight: take, landing, during
163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
165. Visited all 7 continents
166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
167. Eaten kangaroo meat
168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground
170. Eaten sushi (love it!)
171. Had your picture in the newspaper
172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime
173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
174. Gotten someone fired for his or her actions
175. Gone back to school
176. Parasailed
177. Changed your name
178. Petted a cockroach
179. Eaten fried green tomatoes
180. Read The Iliad
181. Selected one “important” author whom you missed in school, and read him/ her
182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them
183. …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you
184. Taught yourself an art from scratch
185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt
187. Skipped all your school reunions
188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
189. Been elected to public office
190. Written your own computer language
191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
193. Built your own PC from parts
194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you.
195. Had a booth at a street fair
196. Dyed your hair
197: Been a DJ
198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal
199: Written your own role playing game
200: Lost your Best Friend for reasons of death
201: Fallen in love over the internet
202: Sung in a Barbers’ Shop Quartet
203: Eaten a live animal
204: Been able to communicate in a language you barely learnt barely three days earlier.
205: Memorized words from Disney movies like Aladdin, Lion King etc
206: Be able to relate to every song that you ever listen.

Happy thought

2006-11-15T02:43:00.000+08:00

I was rolling on my bed last night...
Wasn't able to sleep instantly.
While trying to bump my head so I can completely be unconcious.
The colors of the day came back to me.
Happy to be so aware of colors and not be color blind (or not to have a bad perception on colors).
Here it is:

Red for the cold and hot drink that made you feel well;
Green for the smoke that came out cooling my throat in turn;
Orange for the flame that flickers everytime you push a button near your mouth;
Yellow for the light that shone that night;
Violet and indigo for how cool that moment was; And
Blue for the shirt you were wearing.

Para sa mga makata

2006-11-15T02:12:00.000+08:00

Sa paglipas ng panahon may mga bagay na minsan gusto mo na lamang kalimutan dahil nagsisi ka kung bakit mo nagawa ang mga bagay na iyon o kaya nama'y gusto mong alalahanin dahil ito'y mga masaya at nagpapagaan ng iyong loob. Marami ang nagsasabi sa akin na baguhin ko daw ang paraan ng aking pagsusulat. "Lagi na lamang malulungkot ang tema ng iyong sinusulat," 'yan ang madalas kong naririnig sa nakakbasa ng aking mga sinulat. Sa tuwing sasabihin nila ito ang tanging masasagot ko lamang ay, "Dito ko lang kasi nalalabas ang lahat ng lungkot sa buhay ko, ang aking pagkasawi at mga bagay na gusto ko na lamang tanggalin sa loob ko upang gumaan agad ang aking pakiramdam.
Sa buhay kong ito marami na ang nangyari. Lahat ng kasiyahan ay nakatago kaibuturan ng aking puso. Samantalang ang mga masasakit na pangyayari ay iniiwan ko lamang upang maging salita -- upang sila ay tuluyan nang maibaon sa limot.
Ilang araw ko na ring hinahanap ang sarili ko. Minsan aking natatanto na siguro ang dahilan nito'y masyado kong ibinibigay ang buong pagkatao at sarili ko sa taong mahal ko -- wala na akong tinitira para sa aking sarili. Isang sobrang gasgas na mga kataga ngunit hanggang ngayon ay may katotohanan pa rin ito sa lahat ng tao. Sa aking paghahanap aking nalaman na kailangan ko na talagang harapin ang lahat ng mga problemang dumarating at darating pa. 'Di ko na dapat isa-walang bahala ang mga bagay ng kailanga'y pinagtutuonan ko ng pansin. Kasama na rin ang mga taong mahalaga sa akin -- lahat silang minamahal ako at yaong mga mahal ko.
Malapit na...
Sana bukas maliwanag na naman ang araw para nakangiti akong babangon mula sa isang mahimbing na pagkatulog upang harapin ang mga magagandang bagay na naghihintay sa akin sa labas ng aking kuwarto.

The Poly Pick-Pocket Experience

2006-11-11T23:02:00.000+08:00

The salisi gang works as a group in buses, where they would pretend as passengers. They would sit down around a possible victim and would leave him confused and shocked after robbing him of his belongings.

In this third world country, because of poverty people result to desperate measures, which usually leave someone harmed or impaired. I fell as a victim to such act of desperation.

My cheap 400 peso jeans’ right-side pocket was slashed and the pick pockets got my priceless wallet. Inside it was: php200, a bulk of pictures, calling cards, my ATM, my UP I.D., my Time Zone Card, past UP form 5s and the claim stub for my shoe I had mended.

After the incident I was in total shock and wasn’t able to move. I immediately thought of what was in my wallet (good thing my tuition fee money wasn’t there…) and how the hell did they slash my pocket without even me noticing. Here’s what I remember: one guy sat beside me and was uncomfortably too close to me. I totally ignored him. Minutes before they (the crooks) went down the bus the guy in the back of my seat pretended to be adjusting the window of the ordinary bus I was in, which I made me shift my attention to him. The next thing I saw was my ripped side pocket.

The lessons I’ve learned: 1) when in an ordinary bus try to be cautious and observant. If possible, don’t let anyone sit beside you. 2) Don’t travel alone. 3) This might work: have a wallet that comes with a chain that would be attached to your pants. 4) Don’t other passengers invade your personal space.

Now the paranoia is kicking in. I might not want to travel alone soon…

When the land froze and brought death

2006-11-08T13:53:00.000+08:00

He walked while he held his hands tightly together, rubbed them together to generate enough heat to ease the pain that was brought by the coldness of his bones -- it felt like millions of needles puncturing him all at the same time. His mere breath add to the coldness he was feeling. He was sitting in a corner of an alley with garbage cans and filth keeping him company. Once in three hours there would be someone in a trench coat walking past him. He would try and reach out for the thick cloth but he would miss it by an inch because he had no much energy to lift his arms. (to be continued)

Suicide

2006-11-08T13:30:00.000+08:00

Now the tables have turned...

But i'm still all alone.
Life has been sucked out of me.

Waiting for the right time to be drenched in blood.

Die once more;
A million deaths.

Vanity Attack Dos

2006-11-05T23:13:00.000+08:00

Ang Bahay sa Mahiyain

2006-11-03T18:51:00.000+08:00

Bubuksan mo ang pinto at iyong makikita ang nakakalat na mga gamit. Susubukan mo itong ‘di pansinin ngunit ‘pag naglao’y ‘di mo mapipigilan ang sarili mong ayusin ang mga ito.

Sa iyong pagdating babatiin mo ang mga taong nasa harap ng kompyuter. Mistulan silang mga istatua na ang tanging gumagalaw lamang ay ang kanilang mga kamay sa itaas ng mouse at keyboard at ang kanilang mga matang (malalim na dahil sa pagpupuyat) nakatitig halos buong araw sa monitor.

Aakyat ka sa itaas ng bahay at makikita mo na nakahilata sa animo’y kama ang mga taong alam mong pagod na pagod sa pagiisip at paggawa ng plano. Mapapangiti ka na lamang dahil para silang mga batang nakahiga sa lapag at walang paki alam sa mundo, ang tanging ninanais lamang nila ay matulog ng mahimbing dahil bukas sila’y mapapagod na namang muli.

Ilang araw at gabi mong nanaising umuwi ngunit ‘di maaari dahil marami pang dapat gawin at tapusin. Minsan ‘di mo na makakayanan ang pagod at iiyak ka na lamang sa isang tabi o kaya nama’y sa unan na ‘di mo maalala kung sino ang may-ari. May mga panahon ring magkakaroon ng alitan ang mga tao sa bahay, ‘di ka na lamang magsasalita upang ‘di na lumala ang sitwasyon.
Ngunit ‘di naman lahat ay pagod at lungkot. Madalas rin nama’y may bibili ng ice cream at masaya ninyong pagsasaluhan ang isang galon ng kaligayahan. Nariyan rin ang walang katapusang tagisan ng galing sa paglalaro ng pikachu – sino kaya ang mananalo ngayong gabi?

Pero lahat iyon ay kailangang matapos; Lahat kailangang ilagay sa kahon at iuwi sa bahay-bahay ng bawat isa. Ang ibang alaala’y maiiwan dun sa bahay na iyon sa kalye ng mahiyain. Pero ‘di lahat dahil maguuwi ako ng isang isda mula sa pond.

My Dear Sister at 18

2006-11-03T13:26:00.000+08:00

For the whole day yesterday I've been trying to conceptualize the whole party of my sister. Aside from organizing her party I have lots of other responsibilities to attend to. and also I need to find some work soon -- I'm totally broke.

Good thing i ignored my mom's rants for a luau party... I definitely wouldn't want to organize such setting.. heheheh
So i ended up repeating one of my friend's sister's debut theme. Jeans.

We did the decor and conceptualization for that two years ago.. But this time it would be bigger and better.
Hopefully my mom won't tighten her pockets...

A significant difference

2006-10-27T17:54:00.000+08:00

1 Jan 2003

I really wish that i have made a significant difference in his life. In the first place I am not just here (in this relationship) to be happy and make him happy. I'm here to INSPIRE him; to make him see the other possibilities of living this life.
This is my QUEST, my ode to LOVE.
Many times I tried to destroy this ode. But life goes on. People move on. And for as long as I try to live with this ode in mind i will survuve this journey.
I know I also have my own issues but for as long as I know there is someone (the little kid inside me) I know i will make it.
I am not being SELFISH. But there will come a time that you'll realize that sometimes you need not turn to anyone else but yourself. It is for you to see things on your own. Think for yourself.

Break Up

2006-10-27T17:40:00.000+08:00

28 December 2002
2:30 am

I am all alone now...
I can feel the blankness of the space around me closing in. The world an empty space. It seems like nobody even cares for me. I just have myself.
What am I to do?
No one answers my calls, my questions. All I can hear is myself answering back, a faint voice saying, "You'll get through this.. I know you can." Maybe I just need time to be alone and see the true meaning of life in my own perspective. What am I worth?
Why am I experiencing this pain? What can I do to stop this? How can I stop this pain? End my life? I am smarter than that. I experienced things worse than this. I should be strong. I'll try to be even if It will hurt me everytime. I've always been hurt and eventhough this time it's a different circumstance -- it's the same feeling but in a different degree, a higher one.
I'm tired. I am so hurt.
I am really weak. I just act like i'm strong. I'm fool because of that.

Space OCT 2002

2006-10-27T17:30:00.000+08:00

I am crying again...
But this time it's different -- I am crying because I am afraid of what's going to happen next. I don't want to think of the possibilities -- the what ifs. I am just afraid. Afraid of losing someone I dearly Love. Bit I know it won't end this way... We have a lifetime to ahead of us. We still have a lot of things to talk about, to share and a lot of love to give.
I guess this is the point when one of us needs a breathing space. It's just that this time it's not me who needs it. And it hurts me to know that I am suffocating someone...
+++++++++++++++++++++++++
It's really hard not to hear from someone who was always where to listen to you before you sleep. An accepting pad, where your stories may land. But sometimes I feel that I want to be that pad too. Maybe it's not for me to expect him to tell me his problems but I wish he would talk more about himself so I can see his life -- to see more of him. I'm just missing him so much.

First Love JULY 2002

2006-10-27T17:18:00.000+08:00

What is this I'm feeling? an intense longing to see him again and be with him; To talk to him always even if sometimes I have nothing important to say, I just want to hear that sweet voice. It doesn't feel so wrong though -- this will shock anyone who discovers it.
What am I to expect now? Now that this person is so good to me? I trust him and I believe that he trusts me too. And there are no hesitations, what so ever. I just want this to go on and on FOREVER. Maybe this is the feeling to be loved and to love -- A mutual feeling. But I do feel something for that stupid girl. But I am not sure though of what I am feeling. Is it love or just jealousy because she's now with someone she loves and that I know the friendship will be sort of lost?
I hope I will be happy although I should not expect anything.

Straight Act

2006-10-27T08:48:00.000+08:00

Funny incedent:
I was watching television with my mom when out of the blue she told me, "Hmmm... 'Di naman pumipilantik ang kamay mo. 'Di ka naman nagdadamit pambabae. Bakit ka ganyan?" I just answered with a resounding, "Ma! Ang stereotype mo talaga!"

She's really trying to understand me but I guess she will never do. But I so very much appreciate her for always trying to understand me and support me in the best ways she can. Even if sometimes I always hear negative reactions or comments, I know deep inside her she just wants the best for me like any mother want for her child.

It's not mother's day or anything but I just want to say:
Ma! I love you so much!