What’s Up?
25 years AND my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realised quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made FOR this
Brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
[Chorus:]
And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
JUST To get it all out what's in my head
AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar
AND So I wake in the morning and I step
Outside AND I take deep breath
AND I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA
I said hey! what's goin' on
And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA
I said hey! what's goin' on
OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO
OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO
OOOH! OOO-AAH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO
OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO Whats up?
And I try, oh my God do I try
I try all the time
In this institution
And I pray, oh my God do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
[Chorus:]
And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
JUST To get it all out what's in my head
AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar
AND So I wake in the morning and I step Outside
AND I take deep breath
AND I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA
I said hey! what's goin' on
And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA
I said hey! what's goin' on
And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA I said hey! what's goin' on
And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA
I said hey! what's goin' on
OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO
OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO-AHH-HAA
25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destinationOO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Falling Slowly
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
Thursday, August 6, 2009
50 Firsts
Before you start, erase my answers so that you're not influenced by my answers. Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you hear these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random, just type it! Then tag your friends including me.
1. BEER: zero
2. FOOD: humba
3. RELATIONSHIPS: conflict
4. YOUR CRUSH: unreachable
5. POWER RANGERS: colorful
6. LIFE: meaning
7. THE PRESIDENT:black
8. YUMMY: ice cream
10. MOVIE: Lost World
11. HALLOWEEN: Trick or Treat
12. SEX: Sometimes.hehe
13. RELIGION: Losing
14. HATE: Miami
15. FEAR: None
16. MARRIAGE: ready
17. BLONDES: pretty
18. SLIPPERS: soft
19. SHOES: sharp
20. ASIANS:petite
21. PASTIME: cockfighting
22. ONE NIGHT STAND: kapoy barog
23. CELL PHONE: throw
24. COMPUTER: typewriter
25. FANTASY: Kiss
26. HOME: family
27. HIGH SCHOOL LIFE: greatest
28. PAJAMAS: alimuot
29. STARS: falling
30. FITNESS CENTER: anywhere
31. ALCOHOL: eew
32. LOVE: misunderstood
33. FRIENDS: true
34. MONEY:none
35. HEARTACHE: a while ago
36. TIME: irretraceable
37. DIVORCE: troublesome
38. DOGS: barK!
39. BOOKS: dusty
40. PARENTS: love
41. BABIES: wish
42. EX: none
43. MUSIC: harmony
44. COLOR: techni
45. WEDDINGS: pakals
46. PIZZA: peppz
47. HANGOUT:tagay
48. RESTO: Club U
49. SPORTS: Football
50. INSPIRATION: Mom
1. BEER: zero
2. FOOD: humba
3. RELATIONSHIPS: conflict
4. YOUR CRUSH: unreachable
5. POWER RANGERS: colorful
6. LIFE: meaning
7. THE PRESIDENT:black
8. YUMMY: ice cream
10. MOVIE: Lost World
11. HALLOWEEN: Trick or Treat
12. SEX: Sometimes.hehe
13. RELIGION: Losing
14. HATE: Miami
15. FEAR: None
16. MARRIAGE: ready
17. BLONDES: pretty
18. SLIPPERS: soft
19. SHOES: sharp
20. ASIANS:petite
21. PASTIME: cockfighting
22. ONE NIGHT STAND: kapoy barog
23. CELL PHONE: throw
24. COMPUTER: typewriter
25. FANTASY: Kiss
26. HOME: family
27. HIGH SCHOOL LIFE: greatest
28. PAJAMAS: alimuot
29. STARS: falling
30. FITNESS CENTER: anywhere
31. ALCOHOL: eew
32. LOVE: misunderstood
33. FRIENDS: true
34. MONEY:none
35. HEARTACHE: a while ago
36. TIME: irretraceable
37. DIVORCE: troublesome
38. DOGS: barK!
39. BOOKS: dusty
40. PARENTS: love
41. BABIES: wish
42. EX: none
43. MUSIC: harmony
44. COLOR: techni
45. WEDDINGS: pakals
46. PIZZA: peppz
47. HANGOUT:tagay
48. RESTO: Club U
49. SPORTS: Football
50. INSPIRATION: Mom
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
From a distance
Lisud jud kung lagyo
pirme lang mingawon
wala ka kuyog pirme
wala'y uban-ubanon
usahay, laay man gud
dili kanang hinapyaw ra ha
laay tungod sa kaguol
tungod sa kamingaw
tungod sa paghandum
mynta sama ra sa pagkaon
na sa tiyan dali hilison
apan ang kamingaw dili man pagkaon
asa kaha ni gikan noh?
gikan sa diaphragm?
gikan sa kasing-kasing?
sa huna-huna?
wala gayod ako kabalo...
ang kamingaw mopatigbabaw bisan sa damgo
bisan sa pagdagan, paglakaw
bisan asa naa kini
mokalit ra tunga bisan sa kalipay
mosamot ug dako sa kaguol
sa kagutom, ang tiyan
sa pagkaon mingawon
siguro tungod kay tawo pirme adunay kulang
sa kakuwang adunay paghandom
paghandom na ma kompleto
apan aduna sa'y panahon na ang taw dili mingawn
wala ko nag-inon na sa kanang tungora
ang taw kumpleto
ug wala na nagkinahanglan pa ug pagpuno
ambot ug ngano kaha.
mao ni naka-apan aning mga balatian
tunga sulpot lang
sa bisan unsa na oras, walay gi-ila
mao gurong kinahanglan jud ang taw kusgan
para sa mga ingon ani na panahon,
adunay kusog na isangka
para ang taw dili mapilde sa iyang kaugalingon balatian
lisud man kini
wala jud ta'y mahimo
kundi ang pagpadayon sa pagpuyo
kay ang taw nabuhi sa pagsakripisyo
kada adlaw kita naga-ginhawa
hangtod kanus-a, walay nakahibalo
maong bahla na ang kamingaw
ma kaya ra man
ang pagtudlo sa kaugalingon
na magpabiling kusgan
inubanan sa pag-ampo
ug sa paglaum na mamaayo ra ang tanan
kun kani gibitbit sa kinsa mang taw
siya ang labing bulahan
pirme lang mingawon
wala ka kuyog pirme
wala'y uban-ubanon
usahay, laay man gud
dili kanang hinapyaw ra ha
laay tungod sa kaguol
tungod sa kamingaw
tungod sa paghandum
mynta sama ra sa pagkaon
na sa tiyan dali hilison
apan ang kamingaw dili man pagkaon
asa kaha ni gikan noh?
gikan sa diaphragm?
gikan sa kasing-kasing?
sa huna-huna?
wala gayod ako kabalo...
ang kamingaw mopatigbabaw bisan sa damgo
bisan sa pagdagan, paglakaw
bisan asa naa kini
mokalit ra tunga bisan sa kalipay
mosamot ug dako sa kaguol
sa kagutom, ang tiyan
sa pagkaon mingawon
siguro tungod kay tawo pirme adunay kulang
sa kakuwang adunay paghandom
paghandom na ma kompleto
apan aduna sa'y panahon na ang taw dili mingawn
wala ko nag-inon na sa kanang tungora
ang taw kumpleto
ug wala na nagkinahanglan pa ug pagpuno
ambot ug ngano kaha.
mao ni naka-apan aning mga balatian
tunga sulpot lang
sa bisan unsa na oras, walay gi-ila
mao gurong kinahanglan jud ang taw kusgan
para sa mga ingon ani na panahon,
adunay kusog na isangka
para ang taw dili mapilde sa iyang kaugalingon balatian
lisud man kini
wala jud ta'y mahimo
kundi ang pagpadayon sa pagpuyo
kay ang taw nabuhi sa pagsakripisyo
kada adlaw kita naga-ginhawa
hangtod kanus-a, walay nakahibalo
maong bahla na ang kamingaw
ma kaya ra man
ang pagtudlo sa kaugalingon
na magpabiling kusgan
inubanan sa pag-ampo
ug sa paglaum na mamaayo ra ang tanan
kun kani gibitbit sa kinsa mang taw
siya ang labing bulahan
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
first love letter
I have always wanted to write. Not that I'm good at it. I just find meaning in doing it. Sometimes, things can get too tough, and there's no other way to let it all out besides getting drunk. If you asked me yesterday, which I would prefer, I would have said, "get drunk." Yet now, I feel an awakened enthusiasm to write, to share some thoughts, to talk to myself... Maybe in this way, I can release all unwanted thoughts and impure ideas inside me. I'm not treating this blog as a scratch paper where I would just sketch, write, vandalize, and then shoot right through the garbage bin. This could be of some help, to what problem and cause, I don't know. Maybe because of boredom, lack of fulfillment, lack of urgency... I don't really know. All I can say, some of the best parts of my life somehow included writing.
My lolo's house, it's interior, was totally covered by wall paper. I had fun tearing it, coloring it with my crayons and pencils. As a kid, I saw everything as a paper, a canvass, something to write and draw on. I was not a good artist at all. Some punks would call it, graffiti. I did it the moment I knew that a crayon was a crayon, and that a pencil was a pencil. I would go berserk and ballistic at every wall. Everywhere inside my lolo's house.
Now I would not say that my lolo loved my writng and everything I did with those colorful pens and crayons. In fact, he would always reprimand me for doing so. However, everything uttered by older people, good, explicit or harsh, are words of encouragement for an active child like me.hehe Yep, lolo did not love any of my masterpiece, but he sure did love me, a lot. Thanks lo, may you rest in peace there in heaven.
Kindergarten.
I received my first letter from the most beautiful girl in my classroom--- my teacher, Miss Soriano! It was even written in red ink! By then, I could already read and write. I was a bit advanced compared to my classmates. I was sort of popular to the teacher. Popular, because I was doing all the crazy stuff, from teasing, running all over the room, rocking the chair, et. al. I was a reknowned juvenile. I used to get a pinch or two from Ms. Soriano everyday until that one fateful day when the so called love letter arrived.
I could not remember the exact words in the letter. At first Ms. Soriano was trying to complement me for my brilliance in class, and then later, she was castigating me for my stubborness and ingenuity in being a little rascal. Clearly, Miss was disappointed with me... and to think that I considered her an angel back then, my ultimate crush, the one that I adored (never mind the physical punishment.) I was awfully ashamed and guilty. I did not know what to do. I thought she hated me and would not see of me anymore.
It was kind of awkward to go to school the next day. I muttered several excuses to my mom. I simply did not want to go to school anymore. I gave my yayo a hard time bringing me to school. I clung to trees, posts, and as a last attempt, held on to the very door of our classroom. I had no choice but to sit down and behave like I seldom did..
I had in my pocket the letter she had given me the day before. I was uncomfortably silent. As a child, I was traumatized.
I held out the letter and read it once more. I started scribbling at the back of the letter. I wanted to write something. Something that would wash away the confusing feelings I felt that very afternoon. I was thinking and all I could write was a hazy word: Sorry.
And then I added the words: Miss Soriano...
I gave it to her during recess.
She was quite surprised when she read it.
And then she talked to me about it.
I could hear her, but all those words did not seem to matter. All I wanted to hear was that I was forgiven.
After the sermon at the mount, she handed me the same letter which now bear her eternal words "you're a good kid kim" plus a familiar figure, I very well draw--- a heart.
My heart leapt with joy! =)
My lolo's house, it's interior, was totally covered by wall paper. I had fun tearing it, coloring it with my crayons and pencils. As a kid, I saw everything as a paper, a canvass, something to write and draw on. I was not a good artist at all. Some punks would call it, graffiti. I did it the moment I knew that a crayon was a crayon, and that a pencil was a pencil. I would go berserk and ballistic at every wall. Everywhere inside my lolo's house.
Now I would not say that my lolo loved my writng and everything I did with those colorful pens and crayons. In fact, he would always reprimand me for doing so. However, everything uttered by older people, good, explicit or harsh, are words of encouragement for an active child like me.hehe Yep, lolo did not love any of my masterpiece, but he sure did love me, a lot. Thanks lo, may you rest in peace there in heaven.
Kindergarten.
I received my first letter from the most beautiful girl in my classroom--- my teacher, Miss Soriano! It was even written in red ink! By then, I could already read and write. I was a bit advanced compared to my classmates. I was sort of popular to the teacher. Popular, because I was doing all the crazy stuff, from teasing, running all over the room, rocking the chair, et. al. I was a reknowned juvenile. I used to get a pinch or two from Ms. Soriano everyday until that one fateful day when the so called love letter arrived.
I could not remember the exact words in the letter. At first Ms. Soriano was trying to complement me for my brilliance in class, and then later, she was castigating me for my stubborness and ingenuity in being a little rascal. Clearly, Miss was disappointed with me... and to think that I considered her an angel back then, my ultimate crush, the one that I adored (never mind the physical punishment.) I was awfully ashamed and guilty. I did not know what to do. I thought she hated me and would not see of me anymore.
It was kind of awkward to go to school the next day. I muttered several excuses to my mom. I simply did not want to go to school anymore. I gave my yayo a hard time bringing me to school. I clung to trees, posts, and as a last attempt, held on to the very door of our classroom. I had no choice but to sit down and behave like I seldom did..
I had in my pocket the letter she had given me the day before. I was uncomfortably silent. As a child, I was traumatized.
I held out the letter and read it once more. I started scribbling at the back of the letter. I wanted to write something. Something that would wash away the confusing feelings I felt that very afternoon. I was thinking and all I could write was a hazy word: Sorry.
And then I added the words: Miss Soriano...
I gave it to her during recess.
She was quite surprised when she read it.
And then she talked to me about it.
I could hear her, but all those words did not seem to matter. All I wanted to hear was that I was forgiven.
After the sermon at the mount, she handed me the same letter which now bear her eternal words "you're a good kid kim" plus a familiar figure, I very well draw--- a heart.
My heart leapt with joy! =)
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