All I Want

Ovulation Emo

i lie in my bed awake
waiting, hoping you’d be home tonight

the rain is pouring
it’s as if it hears my heart’s silent crying
but what can i do?
when you never really wanted me in the first place
when all you ever cared was her
and how to spend the rest of your life with her

too many tears shed
too many sleepless nights
where have i gone wrong?
when has loving you been wrong?

i lie in my bed awake
waiting, hoping you’d come back to me
if only just for tonight
so i can hold you for one last time
before i finally let you go.

by lab…

Better As A Memory

I move on like a sinners prayer
I let go like a levee breaks
Walk away as if I don’t care
Learn to shoulder my mistakes
I’m built to fade like your favorite song
Gettin’ reckless when there’s no need
Laugh as your stories ramble on
Break my heart, but it won’t bleed
My only friends are pirates
That’s just who I am
But I’m better as a memory than as your man

Never sure when the truth won’t do
I’m pretty good on a lonely night
I move on the way a storm blows through
And never stay, but then again, I might.
I struggle sometimes to find the words
Always sure until I doubt
Walk a line until it blurs
Buildin’ walls too high to climb out
But I’m honest to a fault
That’s just who I am
I’m better as a memory than as your man

I see you leaning, you’re bound to fall
I don’t want to be that mistake
I’m just a dreamer and nothing more
You should know it before it gets too late

Cause goodbyes are like a roulette wheel
You never know where they’re gonna land
First you’re spinning, then you’re standing still
Left holding a losing hand
But one day you’re gonna find someone
And right away you’ll know it’s true
That all of your seekin’s done
It’s just a part of the passing through
Right there in that moment
You’ll finally understand
That I was better as a memory than as your man
Better as a memory than as your man

Kenny Chesney

Eclipse

…pag June 30 daw

kai

nag abot ang kangitngit og ang kahayag

.

..

…

….

…..

……kahayag

sa agtang ni

Noynoy

og kangitngit…

sa nawong ni

Binay!

Oist!No offensement ha!Hehehehe

To Noynoy from F. Sionil Jose

I’ve read works of F. Sionil Jose and this open letter posted on the Philippine Star is a good one.

Dear Noynoy,

You are now swamped with suggestions and advice, but just the same, I hope you’ll have time to read what this octogenarian has to say.

You were not my choice in the last election but since our people have spoken, we must now support you and pray that you prevail. But first, I must remind you of the stern reality that your drumbeaters ignore: you have no noble legacy from your forbears. It is now your arduous job to create one yourself in the six years that you will be the single most powerful Filipino. Six years is too short a time — the experience in our part of the world is that it takes at least one generation — 25 years — for a sick nation to recover and prosper. But you can begin that happy process of healing.

Bear in mind that the past weighs heavily on all of us because of the many contradictions in it that we have not resolved, whose resolutions would strengthen us as a nation. This past is now your burden, too. Let us start with the fact that your grandfather collaborated with the Japanese. Your father was deeply aware of this, its stigma, its possibilities. He did not leave any legacy because he did not become president. He was a brilliant and courageous politician. He was an enterprising journalist; he had friends in journalism who can attest to his effulgent vision, who did not profit from his friendship, among them Nestor Mata, Gregorio Brillantes — you may consult them. I cannot say I did not profit — he bought many books from my shop and when he was in Marcos’s prison, your mother brought books from my shop to him.

Forgive me for giving you this unsolicited advice. First, beware of hubris; you are surrounded by panderers who will tell you what is nice to hear. You need to be humble always and heed your conscience. When Caesar was paraded in ancient Rome before the cheering multitudes, there was always a man chanting behind him: “Remember, you are mortal.”

I say to you, remember, the poor — some of them in your own hacienda — will be your ultimate judge.

From your comfortable and privileged cocoon, you know so little of our country and people. Seek the help of the best — and the best do not normally want to work in government and neither will they approach you. You have to seek them.

Be the revolutionary your father wanted to be and don’t be scared or wary of the word “revolution.” It need not be always bloody. EDSA I was not. Your father wanted to destroy the most formidable obstacle to our progress — the Oligarchy to which you and your family belong. To succeed, you have to betray your class. If you cannot smash the oligarchy, at least strive to have their wealth develop this country, that they bring back the billions they stashed abroad. You cannot do this in six years, but you can begin.

Prosecute the crooks. It is difficult, thankless and even dangerous to do this. Your mother did not do it — she did not jail Imelda who was the partner in that conjugal dictatorship that plundered this nation. Watch her children — they were much too young to have participated in that looting but they are heirs to the billions which their parents stashed abroad. Now the Marcoses are on the high road to power, gloating, snickering at our credulity and despicable amnesia.

You know the biggest crooks in and out of government, those powerful smugglers, thieves, tax cheats — all you really need is guts to clobber them. Your father had lots of it — I hope he passed on to you most of it.

And most of all, now that you have the muscle to do it, go after your father’s killers. Blood and duty compel you to do so. Cory was only his wife — you are the anointed and only son. Your regime will be measured by how you resolve this most blatant crime that robbed us of a true leader.

And, finally, your mother. We loved her — she united us in ousting an abominable dictator. But she, too, did not leave a shining legacy for her presidency was a disaster. She announced a revolutionary government but did nothing revolutionary. She promised land reform but did not do it. And most grievous of all — she transformed the EDSA I revolution into a restoration of the oligarchy.

She became president only because her husband was murdered and you became president elect only because your mother died. Still, you are your father’s son and may you now — for the good of this country and people — scale the heights he and your mother never reached.

I am 85 and how I despair over how three generations of our leaders failed! Before I go, please let me see this unhappy country begin to be a much better place than the garbage dump our leaders and people have made it. You can be this long awaited messiah but only if you are brave enough and wise enough to redeem your father’s aborted promise.

Hopefully yours,

F. Sionil Jose

(Kana sagnga!)

knock!knock!

Kapag ang isang pintuan ng kaligayahan ay nagsara, may ibang pinto na bumubukas. pero madalas ay tinitingnan pa din natin ang “nakasara na” at hindi pinapansin ang mga pinto na nakabukas.

Congratulations!

Congratulations!

Your ballot

has been scanned.

i’m someones’ first love

at least…

thanks to FB,

got to reconnect with that someone and learned that i’m always his first love with a little regret that he had no guts to ask  for my number when we bumped each other over ten years ago

when he was free.

but yet, everything still happened for a reason,

because it was that exact moment

i need to and have to believe again that

i’m worth loving for.

charr keu auntie noh! haizzz…

Mahal Kita Naman Naman Kasi…

Hearts’ Day Today!

woke up with a migraine (hormones and glee marathon are the culprits!)

no valentine since birth obviously (some kinda of an OUCH!)

no reply from the one i only greeted today (that is OUCH! big time!)

but this song put a smile on my face though:

Happy Hearts’ Day Everyone!!!

Reasons

…to be happy on Saturdays:

wake up late

Y101 top 20 countdown

bathroom workout (imagine how orgasmic that is!oops!watch my mouth!)

impap, kimchi or bam-i courtesy of tutee

all-time fave The Wonder Years on the Hallmark Channel

and the soo addicting GLEE replays on Star World.