On a lighter note...
Election day was really one heck of a day...but it was fun. Funny things still happened...thank GOD!
First on my list are bumping into some long-time-no-see-neighbors and highschool classmates. hmmm... thinking of it now, it's almost 3 months that I haven't gone home and stayed in Digos. If not for "electeion". Laughs.
Second... being the "maharot" me, I met new cuties. Such a refreshing sight. Might as well take advatage of the moment. Laughs. I now have new friends...Jean, Mark, Shey, Ton-ton and the funny gay Feli...short for Felimon. Laughs.
And saving the best for last...
While casually chatting with a neighbor about "politics"...some "tiguwang daut" loudly claimed that they knew the "preso" who just passed by, escorted by three police.
tiguwang daut 1: Aw, napriso jud day na xa?
tiguwang daut 2: Na, karon ra gani ko kabalo?
sabatirong ulitawo: ah, ulawa pud ana oi...ako pa niya di na lang ko mubot.
tiguwang daut 3: Asa ka, boto o mamatay? Boto na lang jud ka.
sabatirong ulitawo: Na...may lang unta lagi gipailis man lang unta,.. awa ra gud na oh....sihag ayo na yelu ang tshirt...dako pajud ayo's tatak na DJMP!
tiguwang daut 1: Aw di man guro pud na siya gusto gud siguro muboto...puslan man makagawas.
tiguwang daut 2: Na, trip ra jud na iya... di pa ka ana nakaboto na xa, kasuroy pa xa...tulo pa man gani bodyguard oh.
katawa silang tanan...unsa pa...apil-apil pud kog katawa.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
PHILIPPINES' FIRST AUTOMATED ELECTION: THE MISHAPS...THE FACTS...THE FUN!
CONGRATULATIONS "Pilipinas kong mahal...minumutya...ang bayan kong sinilangan...lupain ng ginto't bulaklak (like yours truly, of course! LOL)."
ALAS! Automated na tayo!
Unfortunately, not everyone is happy. I was almost like them when I waited two hours (or more) to vote. And if, GOD-FORBID, there would be "dayaan" of some kind, only then I'll rip the poise and go protest. (Prehaps...hunger strike...time to lose some baby fat...LOL)
Let's continue to pray that, somehow, people are now enlightened. But, honestly, I doubt it, for this day is one "helluva" day!
THE MISHAPS: arg! arg! arg!
It was drizzling ans the weather's cold...but I had to force myself to wake up soooo early in the morning...as in like five in the morning (one rare of a happening)...to be part of a "historical" event: "THE FIRST AUTOMATED ELECTION!"
I know...I know...it's worth it! What's not thought is skipping breakfast for the Nth time in my life (forget ulceration), so I can vote early and avoid "human traffic". Instead, I had to endure hours of standing for "tow lines".
First: the line to get a priority number, where awaits the only "BEI/Comelec Personnel/Priority number officer/Whatever he's called", who had to cater to hundreds or thousands of voters just to verify that your on the official voters' list before giving you that "precious 2x2/3x3 priorit number card". And what if you're not on the list?
For 30 minutes, I tried hard to ignore the question. And fortunately, I was on the list. But not the "gay" who went in and out of the so-called "priority number room". For almost 30 minutes of going in and out, he'd gone from being dismayed to outraged and had to lose his/her feminine touch for he had to shout in his huge manly voice to vent out his frustrations. I was annoyed and entertained the whole time. I wish he/she was able to vote...for I happen to know that we're on the same tram when, out of frustration, he blurted out his bets.
And that's just the "first line".
But before I kiss & tell on the "second line", I have to address one issue that I found...is really troublesome which happened in that same room. And that is..."some" of our younger generations have lost their "sense of respect".
I was like 10-20 persons away from the "priority # officer". I was standing on the entrance when a woman,in her late 40s, slowly entered the room, assisting an elderly woman. I could have not noticed them and could have not seen the pale face of the latter if only she didn't, accidentally, stepped on my left foot. But, being the good-hearted me (echoz!), I let it pass and even moved out a bit for them to effortlessly ease in. (oh di ba? magbuhat ba ng sariling bangko! LOL)
After I tissue-cleaned my foot, I became oblivious of the hysterics...(one tactic I use often is to think how to spend 1 billion pesos, as in like spend them all, in just an hour...syaro! hahaha!). I was on my last 100 million when some boys, somewhere at the back/end of the line, were making harsh comments, saying..."Kolorum"..."Ah, yati! Palakasay diay!"..."Hala boto us tarong ha...botohi ang datu, ayaw pobri kay magpadatu ra na"...etc. I glance at them to see what's causing the commotion. I was about to ask the girl next to me, who seemed amazed and in agreement of those boys, but before I can even start my question, some middle-aged women already shouted back,saying..."Paghilom! 'Way batasan ay...kita kang senior citizen...makuyapan na gani!" Such strong words that put those shameless "youngsters" in their right place. BRAVO NANAYs!
The elderly woman got her priority number who later on realized that she didn't need it in the first place. As for the young ones, they still have to stand and take the stares of mockery. Hahai...what a drama! Indeed. It is so sad how easily we can be un-respectful.
From one drama to another...entitled... The Second Line: An Election Saga. (LOL)
It took me an hour and a half, perhaps more... I'm really not sure about the time...I didn't have a wristwatch on and I didn't bring my cellphone since COMELEC emphasized not to/avoid bringing cellphones or any gadget that can cause some signal interference... of course, late realization again... i'm sure they meant during transmitting the result. But the point is... I waited, we waited for hours.
While I was waiting, I contently and patiently stood by the window in front of the school admin. office where I could watch the "halalan" coverage of ABS-CBN. At the same time, remained vigilant of teh numbers being called. I was #219 and the last number called when I arrived at my designated precinct was #105, I even asked two waiting voters to make sure. But after 10 minutes or so, while chitchatting with a neighbor, the rest of the crowd suddenly were complaining. Who would not be if from #120, BEIs just jumped the counting to #221?
In defense of our beloved teachers/BEIs, they hurriedly explained that the priority #s 221-240 were mistakenly given to the early birds when they were supposed to be given #s 121-140. And that after they called #240, they will go back to #141, onwards.
Wheew!
But... the damage has beed done. Those who were already impatient became moooore impatient and were complanining nonstop. Some, decided to go home. My family even did the same and decided to come later in the afternoon. And as usual, the stubborn but patient me ( naks!), remained to witness the poor "Mr. Priority # Officer" taking all the blame and complaints. I'm sure he had thought as well that "priority #s" were one of the causes of the delay. I hope... so that he can suggest it to their post-election meeting, whatever they call it...I"m sure there will be.
I was pondering on that thought...seriously thinking..when...
After 48 years...tantararan! They called out, "#219!"
I quickly walked towards the door, afraid to be skipped again. I didn't care bumping into "Mr. Too-much-perfume", causing him to drop his priority # on the muddy corridor. I even ignored "Miss Long Hair's" hissed when I brushed my hand on her behind. (Laughs). All I cared for is voting!
I have given back the priority #...stated my precinct # and my name...I though..."grabe pa-thrilling man ni oi"...accepted the secrecy folder (which is, by the wya, not helpful at all...) with the official ballot in it and the marker ( which is sooo new and sooo ink-full that it took all my reamining strengths just to prevent it from blotting).
I was all set, that's why it only took me two minutes to complet shading the "bilog na hugis itlog" beside my bets. Also, I was thinking that a lot more people are still waiting outside (charmoooz!) and I was starving! (laughs)
But seriously, I was excited to insert my ballot into the "Precinct Count Optical Scan Machine". in short, PCOS machine. ( Hahaha! trip ko lang pahabain..pormal-pormalan ba!)
I slowly walked towards that balck washing machine look-a-like PCOS machine. There were still four voters ahead of me, who were as excited and scared as I am. Excited to finally end the calvary and seal my vote but scared...very scared for my votes. What if the machine will reject my ballot?
Just as I rejected that thought, the first person's ballot was rejected. "Lampas man gud sa linya sa lingin imo pagshade, sir." the machine tech said. It dawned me then that I didn't even bother to check my ballot. (excited!) I was making sure that I didn't have the same mistake when the next person's ballot was again rejected. This time it was about "over voting".
"Omen?" I thought. Then I felt panicky and quickly checked my ballot again. And there was no problem as far as I know. Then came my turn. But before the actual insertion, the PCOS tech/operator/whatever asked for the folder...WHAT? Soooo much for a secrecy folder huh! Nevertheless, I slowly inserted my ballot and really waited for the word "CONGRATULATIONS" on the screen. One thing I noticed though while the machine was verifying my vote, the PCOS tech/operator/whatever was also taking note of every accepted ballot. Contingency plan? Well, I have done my part....Let's hope for the best.
ALAS! Automated na tayo!
Unfortunately, not everyone is happy. I was almost like them when I waited two hours (or more) to vote. And if, GOD-FORBID, there would be "dayaan" of some kind, only then I'll rip the poise and go protest. (Prehaps...hunger strike...time to lose some baby fat...LOL)
Let's continue to pray that, somehow, people are now enlightened. But, honestly, I doubt it, for this day is one "helluva" day!
THE MISHAPS: arg! arg! arg!
It was drizzling ans the weather's cold...but I had to force myself to wake up soooo early in the morning...as in like five in the morning (one rare of a happening)...to be part of a "historical" event: "THE FIRST AUTOMATED ELECTION!"
I know...I know...it's worth it! What's not thought is skipping breakfast for the Nth time in my life (forget ulceration), so I can vote early and avoid "human traffic". Instead, I had to endure hours of standing for "tow lines".
First: the line to get a priority number, where awaits the only "BEI/Comelec Personnel/Priority number officer/Whatever he's called", who had to cater to hundreds or thousands of voters just to verify that your on the official voters' list before giving you that "precious 2x2/3x3 priorit number card". And what if you're not on the list?
For 30 minutes, I tried hard to ignore the question. And fortunately, I was on the list. But not the "gay" who went in and out of the so-called "priority number room". For almost 30 minutes of going in and out, he'd gone from being dismayed to outraged and had to lose his/her feminine touch for he had to shout in his huge manly voice to vent out his frustrations. I was annoyed and entertained the whole time. I wish he/she was able to vote...for I happen to know that we're on the same tram when, out of frustration, he blurted out his bets.
And that's just the "first line".
But before I kiss & tell on the "second line", I have to address one issue that I found...is really troublesome which happened in that same room. And that is..."some" of our younger generations have lost their "sense of respect".
I was like 10-20 persons away from the "priority # officer". I was standing on the entrance when a woman,in her late 40s, slowly entered the room, assisting an elderly woman. I could have not noticed them and could have not seen the pale face of the latter if only she didn't, accidentally, stepped on my left foot. But, being the good-hearted me (echoz!), I let it pass and even moved out a bit for them to effortlessly ease in. (oh di ba? magbuhat ba ng sariling bangko! LOL)
After I tissue-cleaned my foot, I became oblivious of the hysterics...(one tactic I use often is to think how to spend 1 billion pesos, as in like spend them all, in just an hour...syaro! hahaha!). I was on my last 100 million when some boys, somewhere at the back/end of the line, were making harsh comments, saying..."Kolorum"..."Ah, yati! Palakasay diay!"..."Hala boto us tarong ha...botohi ang datu, ayaw pobri kay magpadatu ra na"...etc. I glance at them to see what's causing the commotion. I was about to ask the girl next to me, who seemed amazed and in agreement of those boys, but before I can even start my question, some middle-aged women already shouted back,saying..."Paghilom! 'Way batasan ay...kita kang senior citizen...makuyapan na gani!" Such strong words that put those shameless "youngsters" in their right place. BRAVO NANAYs!
The elderly woman got her priority number who later on realized that she didn't need it in the first place. As for the young ones, they still have to stand and take the stares of mockery. Hahai...what a drama! Indeed. It is so sad how easily we can be un-respectful.
From one drama to another...entitled... The Second Line: An Election Saga. (LOL)
It took me an hour and a half, perhaps more... I'm really not sure about the time...I didn't have a wristwatch on and I didn't bring my cellphone since COMELEC emphasized not to/avoid bringing cellphones or any gadget that can cause some signal interference... of course, late realization again... i'm sure they meant during transmitting the result. But the point is... I waited, we waited for hours.
While I was waiting, I contently and patiently stood by the window in front of the school admin. office where I could watch the "halalan" coverage of ABS-CBN. At the same time, remained vigilant of teh numbers being called. I was #219 and the last number called when I arrived at my designated precinct was #105, I even asked two waiting voters to make sure. But after 10 minutes or so, while chitchatting with a neighbor, the rest of the crowd suddenly were complaining. Who would not be if from #120, BEIs just jumped the counting to #221?
In defense of our beloved teachers/BEIs, they hurriedly explained that the priority #s 221-240 were mistakenly given to the early birds when they were supposed to be given #s 121-140. And that after they called #240, they will go back to #141, onwards.
Wheew!
But... the damage has beed done. Those who were already impatient became moooore impatient and were complanining nonstop. Some, decided to go home. My family even did the same and decided to come later in the afternoon. And as usual, the stubborn but patient me ( naks!), remained to witness the poor "Mr. Priority # Officer" taking all the blame and complaints. I'm sure he had thought as well that "priority #s" were one of the causes of the delay. I hope... so that he can suggest it to their post-election meeting, whatever they call it...I"m sure there will be.
I was pondering on that thought...seriously thinking..when...
After 48 years...tantararan! They called out, "#219!"
I quickly walked towards the door, afraid to be skipped again. I didn't care bumping into "Mr. Too-much-perfume", causing him to drop his priority # on the muddy corridor. I even ignored "Miss Long Hair's" hissed when I brushed my hand on her behind. (Laughs). All I cared for is voting!
I have given back the priority #...stated my precinct # and my name...I though..."grabe pa-thrilling man ni oi"...accepted the secrecy folder (which is, by the wya, not helpful at all...) with the official ballot in it and the marker ( which is sooo new and sooo ink-full that it took all my reamining strengths just to prevent it from blotting).
I was all set, that's why it only took me two minutes to complet shading the "bilog na hugis itlog" beside my bets. Also, I was thinking that a lot more people are still waiting outside (charmoooz!) and I was starving! (laughs)
But seriously, I was excited to insert my ballot into the "Precinct Count Optical Scan Machine". in short, PCOS machine. ( Hahaha! trip ko lang pahabain..pormal-pormalan ba!)
I slowly walked towards that balck washing machine look-a-like PCOS machine. There were still four voters ahead of me, who were as excited and scared as I am. Excited to finally end the calvary and seal my vote but scared...very scared for my votes. What if the machine will reject my ballot?
Just as I rejected that thought, the first person's ballot was rejected. "Lampas man gud sa linya sa lingin imo pagshade, sir." the machine tech said. It dawned me then that I didn't even bother to check my ballot. (excited!) I was making sure that I didn't have the same mistake when the next person's ballot was again rejected. This time it was about "over voting".
"Omen?" I thought. Then I felt panicky and quickly checked my ballot again. And there was no problem as far as I know. Then came my turn. But before the actual insertion, the PCOS tech/operator/whatever asked for the folder...WHAT? Soooo much for a secrecy folder huh! Nevertheless, I slowly inserted my ballot and really waited for the word "CONGRATULATIONS" on the screen. One thing I noticed though while the machine was verifying my vote, the PCOS tech/operator/whatever was also taking note of every accepted ballot. Contingency plan? Well, I have done my part....Let's hope for the best.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
THE FIRST TIME SHE CRIED
We were on our way home, a little drunk maybe but still able to walk properly. We were very happy chitchatting about school, life and love when i noticed that she'snot beside me anymore. I called out her name but no response at all. I turned back and there she was, crying.
***
I will never forget that night she cried under a huge mango tree. It was drizzling and the more worried I was. It was late and with me, someone's who's drunk and crying. And one heavy rain was about to pour. But to my dismay, she was actually happy that it was going to rain. Maybe because it was to her advantage or maybe she didn't care at all. I really didn't know what was on her mind except the fact that she's crying and hurting.
***
I can't remember even a dog passed by that night. So she was free to cry out loud and pour all her kept anger and anguish to that poor old tree. It was and, is a painful sight. Every detail is as clear as a crystal till now. How can I ever forget if it's not only the first time I saw her cried in vain and in too much pain but also, cried in someone else's presence?
***
I though that I was prepared for it since I already saw it coming. For months, I and our other closest friends tried to make a way into her. For many times we had open forums just to trigger her emotions till she would burst. But for months , she kept her silence and her usual happy face. She would crack jokes every now and then. And even made fun out of the very problem she's facing just to make us feel that she's alright. She may have convinced us sometimes but we knew she was not fine.
***
No doubt that she's strong but we knew she was holding on a thread. And as a saying goes, "No man is and island" and since she is dear to us, we were and is still are with her. She may have locked herself inside her room for days, but we never missed to knock at her door, literally and figuratively. We continued to let her feel our presence but at the same time, kept our distance for we knew she needed to realize things on her own. And it paid off.
***
Clearly, I was totallt caught by surprise when she cried for the first time. I didn't know what to do. It was usually me who seeks her advice and whom she willingly conforts. And when it was the other way around, I got numbed for a while. But I did what a true friend should do. I let her be but stayed beside her, let her feel that I was and am with her, let her know that she's not alone and never will be.
***
I must say I was relieved and somehow happy. To be able to see that my friend came out at last and to be there when she needed me the most, was and is one memory to be cherished. And so, I will never forget the first time she cried.
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acknowledgement:
MIDNIGHT BABIES
***
I will never forget that night she cried under a huge mango tree. It was drizzling and the more worried I was. It was late and with me, someone's who's drunk and crying. And one heavy rain was about to pour. But to my dismay, she was actually happy that it was going to rain. Maybe because it was to her advantage or maybe she didn't care at all. I really didn't know what was on her mind except the fact that she's crying and hurting.
***
I can't remember even a dog passed by that night. So she was free to cry out loud and pour all her kept anger and anguish to that poor old tree. It was and, is a painful sight. Every detail is as clear as a crystal till now. How can I ever forget if it's not only the first time I saw her cried in vain and in too much pain but also, cried in someone else's presence?
***
I though that I was prepared for it since I already saw it coming. For months, I and our other closest friends tried to make a way into her. For many times we had open forums just to trigger her emotions till she would burst. But for months , she kept her silence and her usual happy face. She would crack jokes every now and then. And even made fun out of the very problem she's facing just to make us feel that she's alright. She may have convinced us sometimes but we knew she was not fine.
***
No doubt that she's strong but we knew she was holding on a thread. And as a saying goes, "No man is and island" and since she is dear to us, we were and is still are with her. She may have locked herself inside her room for days, but we never missed to knock at her door, literally and figuratively. We continued to let her feel our presence but at the same time, kept our distance for we knew she needed to realize things on her own. And it paid off.
***
Clearly, I was totallt caught by surprise when she cried for the first time. I didn't know what to do. It was usually me who seeks her advice and whom she willingly conforts. And when it was the other way around, I got numbed for a while. But I did what a true friend should do. I let her be but stayed beside her, let her feel that I was and am with her, let her know that she's not alone and never will be.
***
I must say I was relieved and somehow happy. To be able to see that my friend came out at last and to be there when she needed me the most, was and is one memory to be cherished. And so, I will never forget the first time she cried.
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acknowledgement:
MIDNIGHT BABIES
Saturday, April 4, 2009
my-now-favorite-song: deciphered
deciphered lyrics of my-now-favorite-song...tnx to passion/fashion
Flightless bird, American mouth
Iron and Wine
I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
(I am who I was, trying hard to be at my best)
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
(then you came and made me fall)
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
(but when the world disapproved me, I showed them who I want to be)
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
(you showed me my direction, I will long for no one else but you)
Have I found you
(Are you really mine now?)
Flightless bird
(you said you won’t leave me),
jealous
(the world envy me for having you),
weeping or lost you
(but then I lost you),
american mouth
(for me american mouth signifies idioms or better words said)
Big pill looming
(a danger was posted)
Now I’m a fat house cat
(found myself at home)
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
(trying to cure a broken heart)
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
(pushing myself to move on)
Kissing on magazine photos
(yet memories of you help me not to)
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
(my love was just swept away)
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
(Yet i still see hope)
Have I found you
(Have you really been part of my life?)
Flightless bird
(who once told won’t leave me),
grounded
(I believed),
bleeding
(and am now deeply hurt)
or lost you, american mouth
(I lost you)
Big pill stuck going down
(but you still can find me).
Flightless bird, American mouth
Iron and Wine
I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
(I am who I was, trying hard to be at my best)
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
(then you came and made me fall)
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
(but when the world disapproved me, I showed them who I want to be)
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
(you showed me my direction, I will long for no one else but you)
Have I found you
(Are you really mine now?)
Flightless bird
(you said you won’t leave me),
jealous
(the world envy me for having you),
weeping or lost you
(but then I lost you),
american mouth
(for me american mouth signifies idioms or better words said)
Big pill looming
(a danger was posted)
Now I’m a fat house cat
(found myself at home)
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
(trying to cure a broken heart)
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
(pushing myself to move on)
Kissing on magazine photos
(yet memories of you help me not to)
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
(my love was just swept away)
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
(Yet i still see hope)
Have I found you
(Have you really been part of my life?)
Flightless bird
(who once told won’t leave me),
grounded
(I believed),
bleeding
(and am now deeply hurt)
or lost you, american mouth
(I lost you)
Big pill stuck going down
(but you still can find me).
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I LOVE SUNSET...
a time to wave at a chaotic day
a proof that i have surpassed another day of uncertainties
a sign that a new hope is on the rising
...
I LOVE SUNSET
coz it tells me
to stop
to forget
and to move on
...
so when i bid good night
be assured I'm alright
so for now
GOOD NIGHT.
a proof that i have surpassed another day of uncertainties
a sign that a new hope is on the rising
...
I LOVE SUNSET
coz it tells me
to stop
to forget
and to move on
...
so when i bid good night
be assured I'm alright
so for now
GOOD NIGHT.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
MAY night crisis
"I'm not breathing...I'm suffocating without you...Do you feel it too?"
-Undiscovered, Ashlee Simpson
I know. I know. Ashlee is, well, if not so "trying hard", let's say, at least one "fighting spirit." But let me just quote a line from that song because, literally and figuratively, for the first time in my life, I experienced having a hard timr breathing, as in like I can't breathe at all.
But I would still kill for those wide-eyed, thick lashes, blue eyes. Heck, can't deny that she really got the looks. [Laughs]
Moving on...
Yeah, May is indeed a challenge. I thought that it would be on my first month here in the metro. It was then but "stress" is still not in the atmosphere...just yet. [Laughs] It was really fun during those times because we were paid even though we were just "papetiks-petiks." But now comes the real thing. "Stressed" can't even justify what I'm going through. Kinds of sickness are ambushing my now-so-fragile immune system. My mind is being tormented with the upselling vs. quality and still have to think how to spend my earnings practically. My dreams now are filled with different calls I had, bad calls to be exact. My eardrums are about to explode. My eyes are now radiation suckers. Adding up to the memories of the past that still haunt me, trying to break in again just to ruin my day and to think that i'm not done picking up the broken pieces yet.
I agree that to be challenged is a flattery for only the strong ones are those who are being challenged. I may look weak at times but I know I'm strong. And I can take challenges while patiently wait for my sun to shine once more. But too much is unforgivable. This may seem childish and so shallow compare to others'. But when you're away from home and still trying to fit in while managing your resources while giving your best then comes rain at times when you feel like so all alone, who would still be flattered about it?
I know I shouldn't be complaining for I chose to be here since I wanted to grow but come on, I'm still human. I can still complain about life and it's uncetainties. But what can I do? One must grow and this may be the way for me to reach that. So much for growing!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
SO MUCH FOR HAPPY ENDINGS...
there's really no point in seeing you and give in to what my heart desires if in the end you still have to go and leave me hanging...i'm tired...i'm still human...though i can still wait...but definitely not forever...long did i already accept the fact that you can never be mine...it's enough that i've been a part of your life...that you let me be part of it...somehow! i rather have you as my friend than not having you in my life at all...
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
still in progress - needs title & melody
...
A bottle of champagne
Really not enough to cure the pain
I drove for another mile
Just to make a pile
Heading somewhere else
Looking for some wishing well-s
Got to make lots of wish-es
Before this heart turns to ash-es
...
I broke your heart yet you broke mine
Far worse than I have anticipated
I ain’t settling now for a glass of wine
Coz the least I want is to be jaded
I’m free alas
But why was it so fast?
...
Now teardrops start to fall
In that song, is this what they call
Many sleepless nights and the tears I cry?
Forgetting not that matching sigh
Might as well I should stay
In this bar and sing “my way”
To find how true what people say
Folks got killed for singing “my way”
...
I didn't mean to break your heart
You could’ve been easy on me
Why didn’t you tell me from the start
You know I wanted to be free
Okay, I wanted to
But not by hurting you…
A bottle of champagne
Really not enough to cure the pain
I drove for another mile
Just to make a pile
Heading somewhere else
Looking for some wishing well-s
Got to make lots of wish-es
Before this heart turns to ash-es
...
I broke your heart yet you broke mine
Far worse than I have anticipated
I ain’t settling now for a glass of wine
Coz the least I want is to be jaded
I’m free alas
But why was it so fast?
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Now teardrops start to fall
In that song, is this what they call
Many sleepless nights and the tears I cry?
Forgetting not that matching sigh
Might as well I should stay
In this bar and sing “my way”
To find how true what people say
Folks got killed for singing “my way”
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I didn't mean to break your heart
You could’ve been easy on me
Why didn’t you tell me from the start
You know I wanted to be free
Okay, I wanted to
But not by hurting you…
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I broke your heart yet you broke mine
Far worse than I have anticipated
I ain’t settling now for a glass of wine
Coz the least I want is to be jaded
I’m free alas
But why was it so fast?
I broke your heart yet you broke mine
Far worse than I have anticipated
I ain’t settling now for a glass of wine
Coz the least I want is to be jaded
I’m free alas
But why was it so fast?
Saturday, August 25, 2007
LOSING YOU IS LOSING ME!
Have you watched rush hour 3? In case you haven't watched yet, there was a scene there where Chris Tucker was confused between the apprentice's and the master's names...Duh! Just watch the movie if you want to know what I'm talking about. I'm not really good at narrating. [Laughs] Actually, this has nothing to do with what I'm going to write about, at all. I just can't forget that scene when I hear the words "you" and "me".
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Well... "Losing you is losing me."
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Oh, come on! Grow up! This is the worst I've ever heard so far!
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I know, losing someone dear to you is really hard. Oftentimes, "hard" can't describe the pain of such lost or even justify what you are really going through. But that doesn't mean the world ends there. "Lost" doesn't always mean "end". Most definitely. Sometimes, losing is gaining. And sometimes, you have to lose in order to gain. I believe that this applies to everything and everyone. But let's stick with losing someone.
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As an average human being, I'm no exemption to this dilemna. I have lost several times. And throughout time, I was made aware that despite the lost, I was able to gain.
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I was "hooked up" with someone I thought to be my destiny. Believe me, it's more "corny" then than how it sounds now. Anyway, that someone was a long-time crush. So when I had the chance to have him, I did everthing to get him. And I must admit, I kind of lost myself back then. But in return, I got him, I guess. And just as I thought that things will be great from then on, he left. And I've never been so clueless, confused, shocked, sleepless and very paranoid after that. I really didn't know what to do. I thought I'll go crazy. Fortunately, I'm still here, sanely writing and trying to convince people. [Laughs]
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Of course, it was long before I've moved on, like years long. I am myself now. I really have myself back when I lost him. That's what matters most, right? And that's what I'm trying to tell you folks.
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If you say that you'll lose yourself without him, forget it! It's definitely not love anymore if that's what you think what love is. Love is supposedly to bring out the best in you, not bring you out of yourelf or out of your mind. Love is to nurture not to destroy or exploit. So when you say that you'll lose yourself, think again. Because it's like saying losing your life. Duh! My point is simple, when you think that you truly love someone that much for you to lose yourself, snap out of it! It won't do anything good not only to you or to him but also to those around you.
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I'm not saying that you have to take everthing that I'm saying or that I'm right about this matter of love and life as well. I'm talking just based on my own experience. You don't really need me or anyone. You actually know what to do. You just have to wake up first.
...
Well... "Losing you is losing me."
...
Oh, come on! Grow up! This is the worst I've ever heard so far!
...
I know, losing someone dear to you is really hard. Oftentimes, "hard" can't describe the pain of such lost or even justify what you are really going through. But that doesn't mean the world ends there. "Lost" doesn't always mean "end". Most definitely. Sometimes, losing is gaining. And sometimes, you have to lose in order to gain. I believe that this applies to everything and everyone. But let's stick with losing someone.
...
As an average human being, I'm no exemption to this dilemna. I have lost several times. And throughout time, I was made aware that despite the lost, I was able to gain.
...
I was "hooked up" with someone I thought to be my destiny. Believe me, it's more "corny" then than how it sounds now. Anyway, that someone was a long-time crush. So when I had the chance to have him, I did everthing to get him. And I must admit, I kind of lost myself back then. But in return, I got him, I guess. And just as I thought that things will be great from then on, he left. And I've never been so clueless, confused, shocked, sleepless and very paranoid after that. I really didn't know what to do. I thought I'll go crazy. Fortunately, I'm still here, sanely writing and trying to convince people. [Laughs]
...
Of course, it was long before I've moved on, like years long. I am myself now. I really have myself back when I lost him. That's what matters most, right? And that's what I'm trying to tell you folks.
...
If you say that you'll lose yourself without him, forget it! It's definitely not love anymore if that's what you think what love is. Love is supposedly to bring out the best in you, not bring you out of yourelf or out of your mind. Love is to nurture not to destroy or exploit. So when you say that you'll lose yourself, think again. Because it's like saying losing your life. Duh! My point is simple, when you think that you truly love someone that much for you to lose yourself, snap out of it! It won't do anything good not only to you or to him but also to those around you.
...
I'm not saying that you have to take everthing that I'm saying or that I'm right about this matter of love and life as well. I'm talking just based on my own experience. You don't really need me or anyone. You actually know what to do. You just have to wake up first.
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