Archive for April, 2007

Music, Music, Music

Here you go — Annamanilafew of the million songs that I love to listen to.

Walang Hanggang PaalamJoey Ayala
Ang pagibig natin ay
walang hanggang paalam
at habang magkalayo
papalapit pa rin ang puso
kahit na magkahiwalay
tayo ay magkasama
sa magkabilang dulo ng mundo.

BahayGary Granada
Sa init ng tabla’t karton sila doo’y nakakulong
Sa lilim ng yerong kalawang at mga sirang gulong
Pinagtagpi-tagping basurang pinatungan ng bato
Hindi ko maintindihan bakit ang tawag sa ganito
Ay bahay.

The Prayer (Featuring Charlotte Church) – Josh Groban
I pray you’ll be our eyes, And watch us where we go
Josh GrobanAnd help us to be wise, In times when we don’t know, Let this be our prayer, As we go our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your Grace
To a place where we’ll be safe

Drive – Incubus
Sometimes, I feel the fear of, uncertainty stinging clear. IncubusAnd I can’t help but ask myself how much I’ll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It’s driven me before, and it seems to a faint, haunting mass appeal. But lately I, am beginning to find that I, should be the one behind the wheel. Whatever tomorrow brings, I’ll be there, with open arms and open eyes, yeah. Whatever tomorrow brings, I’ll be there, I’ll be there….

Collide – Howie Day
Howie DayI’m open, you’re closed, Where I follow, you’ll go, I worry I won’t see your face, Light up again. Even the best fall down sometimes, Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find, You and I collide.

Here Without You – Three Doors Down
Three Doors DownA hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face. A thousand lights had made me colder and I don’t think I can look at this the same. But all the miles that separate, They disappeared now when I’m dreaming of your face.

Hear You Me – Jimmy Eat World
Jimmy Eat WorldWhat would you think of me now
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that
I’ll never have a chance.

Boston – Augustana
AugustanaIn the light of the sun, is there anyone?
Oh it has begun…
You don’t know me, you don’t even care, she said
You don’t know me, you don’t wear my chains…

Fake Plastic Trees – RadioHead
Radiohead A green plastic watering can, for a fake Chinese rubber plant, in the fake plastic earth, that she bought from a rubber man, in a town full of rubber plans, to get rid of itself. It wears her out, it wears her out. It wears her out, it wears her out. She lives with a broken man. A cracked polystyrene man, Who just crumbles and burns. . . .

You First Believed – HokuHoku
There were times when I thought I’d lost you, Fearing forever was a dream. But it wasn’t what it seemed, Placing your hand in mine,You could see in the dark,You were guiding my heart. It was you, who first believed, In all that I was made to be.

You may find some of these songs here and here and here.

Ninoy’s letter to Noynoy

According to Ellen Tordesilla‘s post titled Noynoy Aquino shares letter of dad, Noynoy is asking bloggers to disseminate the letter which he said is ‘one of the compelling reasons why I am in the race.

For Noynoy’s sake, I am quoting part of the letter (page two, second paragraph). Click Here.

“The only valuable asset I can bequeath to you now is the name you carry. I have tried my best during my years of public service to keep that name untarnished and respected, unmarked by sorry compromise for expediency. I now passed it on to you, as good, I pray, as when my father, your grandfather passed it on to me.” Ninoy Aquino Click here.

SignI will not add my crazy thoughts on this because Ninoy’s words are very clear. Being the case, it is therefore very appropriate to add the words of great men with equal status as Ninoy to make the obvious more obvious.

Associate yourself with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation. It is better be alone than in bad company. – George Washington

No one should form an acquaintance with one who has an evil character. A piece of coal, if it is hot burns, and if it’s cold, blackens the hands. Hitopadesa

Every man is like the company he is wont to keep. – Euripides.

The dictionary defined expediency as “Adherence to self-serving means: an ambitious politician, guided by expediency rather than principle.” Dabog

I will end this post here. I just hope that the Filipino voters will be wise enough to distinguish the real from the fake in a gallery full of ever-smiling, sheep-like, too good to be true candidates.

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Thought for Huwebes Santo – Passion of Mother

Happy mother’s day mama!!!
by Maya, May 14, 2006

I woke up late as always, still bothered by the dilemmas I am faced with. I turned on the television and was suddenly reminded that this day, was a very special day for all mothers. I never once appreciated the joy’s she has imparted in my somewhat turbulent life. That every time she’s around she gave me a moment of stability and calm, through her eyes I see an endless love for her family and a passion so deep it explodes inside her unwavering spirit. 19 years had passed since the day she gave me life. There are times I cant stand her, there are times i cant do with out her, there are times i just don’t care for her. But still she stay to see me through every decision, mistakes and triumphs I’ve tumbled across this path I’ve chosen.

To a very special (meaning; crazy, funny, strict, moody, overly hygienic, caring, loving, lovely, intelligent, strong) woman who’s inner light never withered. I LOVE YOU!!!

HAPPY MOTHER”S DAY MAMA!!!!!! GO GIRL!!!!! MUAH!!!!

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Many of you might wonder why I posted the mother’s day message of my son today, Maundy Thursday.

I too wondered about this idea at first but somehow something inspired me. Alam mo yon basta lang there really was something but you have no clear idea what that something really was. (ang gulo ko no?)

Frankly speaking, I am not into some kind of  meditation (contemplation or whatever state as you may call it) like most people of faith do during holy week. The simple reason is that I am busy living (other term: working).  I need to.  I have to  because  in this part of the world,  this day is not special, just another normal working day. In case some of you do not know yet, I am in a country that has different religion not tolerant enough to allow me to practice my faith. You know what I saying here, right?.

And besides, it was time immemorial that my religious life has changed (save my kind of spirituality) and as I grew old (and older, lol), I have  forgotten a lot of things that my priest-teachers taught me about religion except for that Liberation Theology idea that they successfully embedded in my brain cells; the reason why I do not like most politicians. Ha ha ha, I must congratulate myself. I successfully written here do not like instead of do hate them. Holy week di ba?

Going back, I think this is the most fitting day to pay tribute to our mothers. If (indeed) on this day Christ was arrested, then this must be the day the Passion of the Mother started.

Can you imagine the anguish, the pain and suffering of a mother seeing her child going through the ordeal of being accused, humiliated, arrested and tried like a criminal and then crucified. How could this happen to a child that she lovingly brought to this world and cared for every seconds of the day from her waking hours to her sleeping time. It surely pained her to the bones. into her soul. A shattering experience that an ordinary normal would not be able to endure.

And to think, this day is just the beginning of her child’s suffering.

Without having to sound stupid or crazy about something that in a way different from the view of many people who are celebrating observing this occasion, I would just leave this all to you to think, to contemplate or whatever.

So, for everything that my mother went through while raising me, and for my wife who went through a lot raising me as well together with my kids, I would like to say I Love you Moms. Thank you very much.

To all the mother bloggers who I met in the net, melai, neng, bingskee, rhodora, annamanila, niceheart, sexy mom and all the mothers of this world, Thank you so much for loving and raising your children well.

For the kids, I guess this is one the best days to honor your mother. Give them a loving hug, a kiss and a whisper “I love you mom and thank you so much.”

A word of caution though, do not ask for a treat at your favorite coffee store, a trip to the mall for a shopping spree and an additional allowance. The pissibility of not being able to do all that is zero – sarado kasi mga establishments at this time. Ha ha ha.

A borrowed thought for Myerkules Santo

Suicide Not Thyself
By Iwel, November 12,2006

I loved my life. That is, even before almost dying with two taxi rides whose drivers are willing to crash. I like the front seat, but not when we are to pass under a truck perpendicularly, or hit a car because the red light wasn’t seen and the brakes were applied a tad bit too late. I know that somehow you do too. But in case you decide to go meet with the embalmer, please don’t take me riding in your cab. I’d love it if you didn’t but I’d love it more if I am not anywhere near you when the idea bangs your head. I love my life. Very much so, thank you!

“life oh life” – desree

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I say:

This story of my son reminds us all that life is short. Life is not ours to keep forever. It is only given to us on borrowed time. The One Being who gave it may at any moment, takes it back as He wishes whether we like it or not. With certainty, nobody can stop Him. Everyone will have to go, ready or not, once that borrowed time comes to an end.

I know your time is precious, so, I will just leave you this simple question that I saw written at the back of a car (plate number PXE 880 named THE FULLNESS OF LIFE).

HOW IS YOUR my DRIVING?

Think about it.

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Borrowed Thought for Lunes Santo

Here is something to ponder for the second day of Semana Santa.

All aboard : PXE 880 taxi ride THE FULLNESS OF LIFE
by Iwel.

They say that it is the simple things that count.

This morning I woke up, finally. Operative word : finally. How does one wake up? One sleeps and for the longest time, I finally slept. I did not miss my bed last night, nor my pillow and blanket for that matter. It was very nice. Nice, here, is an understatement but will have to do as am lacking in vocabulary.

Actually everyone I know finally slept. So congratulations everyone!

I had a lot of epiphanies today. It just made me realize how full my life is. I guess the taxi with plate no. PXE 880 named THE FULLNESS OF LIFE was just a superb way of capping it all. Like when I read magazines, I start from the back, until I reach the cover; finding out later what I read. This time I started with the thinking and rode home with a taxi named like that.

I am not a firm believer of signs, but who can tell, right? That could have been the sign I was skeptically waiting for.

Questions:

  • How many times have you spoken to God?
  • When was the last time you said Thank you for that exciting ride aboard His taxi with plate number PXE 880 named THE FULLNESS OF LFE?

All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every second. — Henry David Thoreau

Related posts: A Letter from Him, A borrowed thoughts
About this entry: I grabbed this entry from Iwel’s blog dated November 12, 2006. Iwel is my second son.

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