Friday, January 29, 2010
Remembering Sunday
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Penkeeper
Remembering Sunday
by: All Time Low
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Woke up from dreaming
And put on his shoes
Starting making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days
Leaning out into the breeze
Remembering Sunday he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs
Now this place is familiar to him
She pulls on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him up stairs
Left him dying to get in
Forgive me I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
Don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And its driving me crazy it seems
I’m gonna ask her to marry me
Even though she doesn’t believe in love
He’s determined to call her bluff
Who can deny these butterflies
They’re filling his gut
Waking the neighbors
Unfamiliar faces he pleads though he tries
But he’s only tonight
Now he’s dying to get inside
Forgive me I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
Don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And its driving me crazy it seems
I’m gonna ask her to marry me
The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn’t think much of it then
But it started to all make sense
Oh I can see now
That all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my who ever
Where ever she may be
[Juliet Simms:]
I'm not coming back
I've done something so terrible
I’m terrified to speak the truth you'd expect that from me
I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind
keeping an eye on the world
So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now I'm not home in the clouds
Showering over your hair
[Alex Gaskarth:]
I guess ill go home now
I guess ill go home now
I guess ill go home now
I guess ill go home now
by: All Time Low
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Woke up from dreaming
And put on his shoes
Starting making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn't been sober for days
Leaning out into the breeze
Remembering Sunday he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs
Now this place is familiar to him
She pulls on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him up stairs
Left him dying to get in
Forgive me I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
Don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And its driving me crazy it seems
I’m gonna ask her to marry me
Even though she doesn’t believe in love
He’s determined to call her bluff
Who can deny these butterflies
They’re filling his gut
Waking the neighbors
Unfamiliar faces he pleads though he tries
But he’s only tonight
Now he’s dying to get inside
Forgive me I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
Don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And its driving me crazy it seems
I’m gonna ask her to marry me
The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn’t think much of it then
But it started to all make sense
Oh I can see now
That all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my who ever
Where ever she may be
[Juliet Simms:]
I'm not coming back
I've done something so terrible
I’m terrified to speak the truth you'd expect that from me
I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt
Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair
And out of my mind
keeping an eye on the world
So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now I'm not home in the clouds
Showering over your hair
[Alex Gaskarth:]
I guess ill go home now
I guess ill go home now
I guess ill go home now
I guess ill go home now
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Lyric Poems *A Repost
" O, ravenous Hell, My Evil hatred rises against your POWER,
You thatdevour
all things BEAUTIFUL;"
You that
all things BEAUTIFUL;"
- Catullus, The Death of Lesbia's Bird
"I HATE and LOVE. You ask, perhaps, How that can be?
I know not, but I feel the agony."
"I HATE and LOVE. You ask, perhaps, How that can be?
I know not, but I feel the agony."
- Catullus, Odi Et Amo (English Version)
"I CURSE her every hour sincerely,
Yet, hang me, but I LOVE her dearly. "
"I CURSE her every hour sincerely,
Yet, hang me, but I LOVE her dearly. "
- Catullus, Lesbia Rail (?)
"Carpe diem, quam minimun credulla posterol!"
"Carpe diem, quam minimun credulla posterol!"
- Horace (ode)
-"Seize the day, put no trust in tomorrow!"-
-"Seize the day, put no trust in tomorrow!"-
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Friday, January 22, 2010
You were Growing?
Separation may just be another word for growing.
I saw some of my high school friends and teacher this late afternoon. Yes, I was really glad to see them once again. We had TONS of stories to tell. *Or was that just me?* Still, we never got enough time to tell all the stories we have. We have been so much away from each other that we just changed. And, I mean good change! We have developed our own beliefs and culture. We have been so different to the extent that we had stories that is new for the other.
I had been really happy to see and talk to them again at an unexpected times. I was even more surprised with the changes that happened within ourselves. We were gaining so many things. That is why I still believe that you should put yourself first before going to your comfort zones, where your friends are. Oh how good to see them again, with different lifestyles, belief system and wisdom. I would like to see one day that we could exchange enough experiences that we acquired such that one begins to change one another, in a good way. Unlike before, we were having same experiences, same formation; change was parallel with one another; you learn not many things from your companion. And now, oh how good. We were wise in our own little things. I'm imagining when 2, 3, or even 5 years has passed. I like to see when we change the lives of one another. That's what I like now; you get to choose who you become by being offered various egos and opportunity. When, the society is changed because of us. I'd like to hope for that one day of becoming and realization.
*Photo: This is my mom's photo when she was a kindergarten*
I saw some of my high school friends and teacher this late afternoon. Yes, I was really glad to see them once again. We had TONS of stories to tell. *Or was that just me?* Still, we never got enough time to tell all the stories we have. We have been so much away from each other that we just changed. And, I mean good change! We have developed our own beliefs and culture. We have been so different to the extent that we had stories that is new for the other.
I had been really happy to see and talk to them again at an unexpected times. I was even more surprised with the changes that happened within ourselves. We were gaining so many things. That is why I still believe that you should put yourself first before going to your comfort zones, where your friends are. Oh how good to see them again, with different lifestyles, belief system and wisdom. I would like to see one day that we could exchange enough experiences that we acquired such that one begins to change one another, in a good way. Unlike before, we were having same experiences, same formation; change was parallel with one another; you learn not many things from your companion. And now, oh how good. We were wise in our own little things. I'm imagining when 2, 3, or even 5 years has passed. I like to see when we change the lives of one another. That's what I like now; you get to choose who you become by being offered various egos and opportunity. When, the society is changed because of us. I'd like to hope for that one day of becoming and realization.
A man for others. A man for the society. A man who will not settle for the lesser, yet for the Greater scheme of things.
*Photo: This is my mom's photo when she was a kindergarten*
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Makisalo sa Hapag-kainan
Sa pagkain, nagkakaisa ang mga Pilipino. Mga kapistahan at kasiyahaan ay laging may kainan. Kahit ang mga kanluranin ay sinasabi na kapag magkakasama kumain ang isang pamilya ay mas titibay ang pagsasamahan nito. Marahil, isa ang inyong kinakain at kinakainan. Mas nararamdaman niyo ang pagkakapareho at pagkakapantay-pantay. Sa lahat ng tao, ang pagkain ay isang pangunahing pangangailangan.
Naalala ko tuloy ang pagkain namin ng aming pamilya. Ang pagkain namin ng aking pamilya sa Quezon at Mindoro. Ang pagkain namin ng aking grupo noong Father-Son Camp. Sa pakikibABBAd, sa pagkain mo makikita na tuluyan kang nababad. Kung tinanggihan mo ang pagkain nila, marahil, nandoon lang ang iyong pisikal na katauhan.
Napakasarap kumain. Mas masarap kumain kung may kasalo ka. Kahati, kahit hindi ka mabubusog dahil kaunting parte na lamang ng pagkain ang mapupunta sa iyo.
Sa pagsulat nito, mas ginusto ko pang mag bABBAd. Sana'y magkaroon ulit ako ng pagkakataon upang hanapin ang aking sarili sa mundong mayroon tayo ngayon at ang katotohanang tinatago nito.
Makisalo. Kumain. Makilala. Makasama. Maging Isa.
*photo credits to: Aloy Chua. Captured by: Ms./Mr. Montinola
Napakasarap kumain. Mas masarap kumain kung may kasalo ka. Kahati, kahit hindi ka mabubusog dahil kaunting parte na lamang ng pagkain ang mapupunta sa iyo.
Sa pagsulat nito, mas ginusto ko pang mag bABBAd. Sana'y magkaroon ulit ako ng pagkakataon upang hanapin ang aking sarili sa mundong mayroon tayo ngayon at ang katotohanang tinatago nito.
Makisalo. Kumain. Makilala. Makasama. Maging Isa.
*photo credits to: Aloy Chua. Captured by: Ms./Mr. Montinola
Friday, January 15, 2010
Ironic, huh?
A year ago, ACET resultss! UPCAT results!!! DLSUET resultsss! We were so glad 'cause we passed/ or failed. And now, we're in the university; we're sleeping like there is no class at 8 am. Sleeping at 3 am for note cards. Ironic, huh?
Friday, January 8, 2010
Repost. Be(This) Honest.
This is my Final Be Honest Speech for English Practical Test. =). Mas Gusto ko yung I have A dream. haha. ;). Hope You like it.
Telling what honesty is is easy to do. But living with honesty is more difficult especially in these times where dishonesty is in our culture; though it’s possible if we put our mind and heart into it. But what is honesty, anyway?
In a story, a father defined honesty to his son as “Returning things that are not yours to its rightful owner”. But the story doesn’t end there. The father was with his friend. His friend was showing him a brand new Swiss Knife. The father envied his friend. And when he found a Swiss Knife on his taxi, he didn’t return it. When he came home, he was told that his son got the highest grade for his work entitled “My Father is an Honest Man”. The father thought for a second. In the end, the father returned the Swiss Knife he found.
See? Defining honesty is easy but living it is a different matter. If it wasn’t for his son, he wouldn’t return the Swiss Knife he found.
Honesty, as dictionary defines it, is parallel with honor. It is being faithful to the truth, to reality. I asked some of my friends what honesty is for them. One complimented me that it was found in me! One said that we should have limits in honesty; that we should know when to be honest or not and that we should be ready for the consequences. She has a point. We should only be honest with people who have enough valid reasons to know the truth and we should be ready for the consequences that entail it. Honesty should bring goodness to yourself or to other people and not harm or endanger people, shouldn’t it?
Another answer I had was that the young people nowadays take honesty for granted. They tell only parts but not the whole truth and its up to the receiver to interpret the fragments of truth. To be honest, I sometimes do the same thing but I also agree with what my friend said. We take advantage, commonly to our parents, because nobody can see or scold us but then, there is still someone who sees us.
Do you still remember when we were still kids, when our parents usually warn us about telling lies because if we do, our noses will get elongated like Pinocchio or our tongues will be cut off. Today, I would only laugh at them. I was a really weak kid then so I got scared of their warnings but indeed, it has built my value of honesty in me and maybe, it’s also true for others.
But how come there are still youth who still tells lie? How did it become so rampant in our present times? As a youth who tells lies, maybe I can give some reasongs why we lie. We lie because of several factors: Tact, Peer Pressure, Fear of Consequences, We don’t want anybody to know negative things about us or we see or learn it from our elders.
We sometimes see it in our elders. They say that no child is born a liar, “Ang bata ay hindi marunong magsinungaling. “ A child is full of innocence, isn’t he? But because we see it in our elders, we, thinking that lying is fine, imitate them. Imagine if the son in the story I told knew that his father wasn’t really honest. The father would destroy the innocence of the child.
Fear of Consequences. We get so fearful an we don’t act mature so we tell lies. We don’t face what lies ahead; instead, we escape them through lies.
Tact. We don’t want to hurt other people’s feelings so we lie. We tell that our friend’s work is beautiful but in reality its not. And if we tell the truth, sometimes we are called rude. Peer Pressure. But being honest and being rude is very different. Being rude is being noisy and insensitive. Being honest is telling the truth. But we are only called rude because people sometimes don’t want to accept the truth. They have their view and if the opinion of others contradicts him, he calls him rude. They cant handle it. It only depends on the person how he will accept it, as a constructive criticism or a negative thing. Have you been or have you met a person like that? So let us all be honest if we want to make the life of our loved ones better. But when we tell them the truth, just tell them personally, and not humiliate them.
On the other hand, if us youth continue this habits of lying, we would bear it until we grow up. We, the future leaders of society, should have the value of honesty to avoid corruption, further destruction of the innocence of children etc. We should change this habit NOW because we will find a hard time changing this when we are already grown-ups.
We all could start with little things. Big things come in small packages, as they say, First we be honest with charity meaning, we tell the WHOLE truth WHOLE-HEARTEDLY. We should not cheat in exams, stop making those “1-2-3’s” in jeepneys, pay the right amount, return the excess change or the things you fine. Just simple things. And these simple things will surely have an effect. And if every youth does it, it will have a bigger impact. As an Non-Government Organization says, “As individual, we are one drop; Together, we are an ocean. “
“Be honest, even if others are not, even if others will not, even if others cannot.” So with this, I ask you to join with me to this advocacy to the path of honesty. Let us go against the flow of Culture of Dishonesty. Remember that being is honest is having the sense of honor and “Truth Fears No Questions!”
Thursday, January 7, 2010
To Dream
To dream to to never fear failure. How is that , Paulo? How?
How will all these things MATTER?
Is religion a mere dependence to somebody? Somebody to blame when all things fail? Somebody to ask when all hopes are up? Why can't it be just yourself? Blame yourself when all things fail? Ask yourself when all hopes are up? Why can't we depend on our powerful self because we have more power we could think of. Why?
How will all these things MATTER?
Is religion a mere dependence to somebody? Somebody to blame when all things fail? Somebody to ask when all hopes are up? Why can't it be just yourself? Blame yourself when all things fail? Ask yourself when all hopes are up? Why can't we depend on our powerful self because we have more power we could think of. Why?
Monday, January 4, 2010
Elections are up
Elections are near. I am curious enough to know what my readers want to say. :)
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