tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57035472011-12-08T07:13:23.331+08:00Vivid wordy imagery of life and all its grandeur. Unsolicited Perceptions of a disoriented spectator.Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.comBlogger1891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-30885369146161925462011-11-21T22:48:00.001+08:002011-11-21T23:29:05.289+08:00

How are you? Those 3 words, used to be very easy to answer. I can hardly remember the day when it was so easy to say "Im fine". When saying "I'm good" came inevitable with a smile. When those words didn't seem so hard to comprehend. When asking "and you?" was said with a wish that the other person asking was also doing well. Yes, there was a time when "How are you?" seemed the nicest thing to

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Dear Kurt Brandon, I have imagined this moment a hundred times. I'll be sitting in my room composing what would be my first letter to you. I imagined it would be a few weeks before you are born, but time has caught up with me and I find myself in the middle of wanting to come home and see you, and being stuck in a foreign land for a couple more weeks before I finally get to lay my eyes on you

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Yesterday, my son woke up from a nap and my wife told me that he was looking for me, in between tears he was calling me and then came the heartbreaking line "My daddy is stuck on a laptop...". To my son, his father has now been reduced to a 4x6 inch character he sees on the laptop that he fondly calls daddy. Gone are the afternoons he would ride his car with me watching him from a distance.

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Today marks my second month here in Singapore. 2 months and Im still awed with wonder whenever I see the Esplanade or the view of Marina Bay Sands from the Makansutra Gluttons Bay. I may get used to it and it may seem ordinary for me a year from now but for now, let me just enjoy the moment. And let me just pay tribute to Singapore. I am here now... All things grand and wonderful, All

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Bintan, Indonesia is just a ferry ride away from Singapore's Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal, that is if you know where you're going. We booked at Hotel Laguna in Tanjungpinang, Riau Islands' capital and the second largest city in the Indonesian province not knowing that its an hour and 45 minutes away from Bintan Resorts. There's really nothing to see at Tanjungpinang except for the crazy lady at

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This is one of my favorite articles of all time. I read this on a Reader's Digest back issue when I was 15. Whenever I doubt the existence of God and I remember this article, it never fails to give that sense of comfort and relief. Its probably one of the reasons why I never turned Atheist.  Happy Easter Everyone! There is no God? By Jim Bishop There is no God. All of the wonders around

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When I got to my seat on the plane, that's when it all sank in. My wife's tight embrace and my son's soothing smile are the most irreplaceable things that I will dearly miss as I try to rise up to the challenge of seeking a new life in Singapore. 6 months ago, I was walking the streets of Bedok South with them. I took bus and train rides with my son on my shoulder. I held hands with my wife

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Yesterday I had the unfortunate chance to experience government service at its finest (okay Im just teasing, I mean worst). As most Filipinos unwillingly have to endure every once in a while I had to visit the MMDA office at Guadalupe. Apparently, I needed to settle some penalties for 2 traffic violations before I can get my driver's licence renewed. I have no complaints about that, after all it

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An avid Willie Revillame supporter would say, they were just waiting for him to make a mistake. I'm sorry if I can't help it. He's pretty consistent. He never fails to disappoint and make a fool of himself. Just a few months after his new show was launched, and a couple of days after my post about how miserable primetime TV has become, Willie does it again. It seems like controversy follows him

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It all starts around 6pm, just as the sun is getting ready to set. And the looming darkness awaits to cover the world, misery at its finest. Primetime TV. Forget the news, for years it has always been the same crap: corruption, scandal, vehicular accidents (more often than not it involves motorcycles) showbiz news, oil price hike, some celebrity breaks up with her/his partner. Nothing new with

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While tucking him into bed, I foolishly tried to tell my 2 year old son I'm going to Singapore. I don't know what got into me, maybe I wanted to see what his reaction would be or I was hoping he would say "No Daddy..." And he did not disappoint. Me: "Jaden I'm going to Singapore ok?"Jaden: "No, I dike (I don't like), I dike..."Me: "Why?"Jaden: (in between drinking his milk) "I dike"... "No"Me:

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25 years after the world wide phenomenon that was EDSA,  I post this question: Is there still glory left in EDSA? Many a story has been written about the glorious bloodless revolution that ousted a tyrant leader. Countless articles have been published on how we regained democracy after 14 years of martial law. And now 25 years after, the essence remains, but the glory has faded. What has changed

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The country was stunned last week when Former Defense Sec. Angelo Reyes apparently took his own life in front of his parent’s grave. Within an hour the suicide was all over the news and became a headline the next day. For what greater story can there be, than a man who at his final days saw his name dragged to obscurity and ridicule. 65 years that was capped by allegations of corruption in the

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You've probably heard of her by now. That annoying little girl who prances around with her pet monkey. She has now invaded every home and captured your kids heart with her singing and awesome dance moves. Let me present my case here, and find out why your kids shouldn't watch her show. 1. She leaves and goes to her expensive exploring trips without the consent of her parents. I can imagine that

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Here is a collection of my favorite videos taken from our gigs back when my band Carpe Diem was still active. UP Fair 2008 @ Magnet Bar This is a personal favorite of mine: Desaparecidos

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Growing up, I don't think I have that much recollection of being confined in a hospital. I loathe the place. I guess back then, I knew how half hearted my answer was to the question: "What do you want to be when you grow up" 90% of the time kids would say "I want to be a doctor." I think I knew I was lying or maybe it sounded grand even for a 10 year old kid, yet picturing myself on a white coat

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"Things change. As a group we've come to a point where you have to trust your gut, your heart and your head and accept that all things change. The hardest part as always is to know when to pack it up and part ways... So here we go- Its official- The band- Its over" - Bamboo Manalac And things will change indeed. The band we've come to know, (it may be argued but for me its true)  and has been

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"‎...in the days after Christmas, we step down from the heights of the holiday and along with our colored lights return to dimmer realities: daily life and its monotony, despairing headlines, another year of wearisome failures, blind spots, and missteps..."- W.H. Auden It’s after the New Year when the craze starts to die down. After the cheers and toasts of the holidays, after all the

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Easily growing to be one of the most popular attractions in Singapore is its recent addition to the Resorts World family of recreational facilities: The Universal Studios in Singapore. From the entrance down to the last stop, kids and the young at heart are assured to be treated with loads of fun the Universal Studios style, Rides and attractions recreated from the famous movies produced by the

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Our third day in Singapore topped yesterday's Singapore Zoo experience. This time we went to the famous Sentosa and spend the day with our good friend Reggie (my bestfriend Jeff's sister). We took the MRT from Tanah Merah to Harbourfront and we rode the monorail to Sentosa. Its easy to get around in Singapore, as I have mentioned on my previous post, all the railroads are interconnected. You just

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I'm only on my 2nd day here in Singapore and I'm already loving it here. You can't help but compare it with the Philippines. Like it or not, its so much better here. My friend Henry, who came here to work last year observes that people here fear the law. He says its a very fine country, test the law and  you'll get "fined". He took us to the Merlion on our first night in town, right after we got

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Last October 13, 2010 a forum was held at Gelatissimo in Greenbelt 5 attended by Call Center Representatives from various call centers. They were all there for one reason. That is to support House Bill 2592 filed by Rep. Raymond Palatino from the Kabataan Partylist. The outcome of the forum validates and solidifies the need for a legislation to protect the rights of BPO workers who are subjected

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This is the draft for HB 6921. I posted this here so that BPO workers will have access to the copy of the bill as this is still open for amendment. You can post your comments about the bill under the comment field and I'll make sure it reaches the proper channels. Thanks! REPUBLIC OF THE PHILIPPINESHOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVESQuezon City, Metro ManilaFOURTEENTH CONGRESSThird Regular SessionHouse

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People who say that we should be proud of Venus Raj’s accomplishments are either just being polite with a subtle hint of hypocrisy or just plain stupid. I mean how can you be proud of her? Oh, maybe I am understating the fact that she was able to make it to the Top 5 and became 5th runner up. Well, I guess at the least she deserves an applause for bagging the 5th honors. Not too many can pull

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Pathetic. If there's a list of perfect words to describe how the police and the SWAT team handled the hostage taking yesterday, that would be on top of the list. S.W.A.T. in our country means " Shit Wala Akong Training " [Shit I wasn't trained for this] (my friend Rod, posted this in Facebook). Everyone who saw the coverage will agree that it wasn't handled well. Im no expert in crisis

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For the first time in my life, I allowed someone to verbally abuse me. And she wasn’t even my mom. All for a missing DVD that was found in the room where we’ve been staying for the last 2 months at my in-laws' place in Tagaytay. All those who knew me as Mr “ Will fight when I know Im right” will be very disappointed. At that instant, I was reduced to a main character in a soap opera who just

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Sa mundo at mata ng mga bata, ang lahat ng bagay ay perpekto. Makulay at maganda ang kapaligiran. Mapagmahal; at makatuwiran ang bawat magulang. May tugon sa lahat ng suliranin. Ang sakit at luha ay napapawi sa simpleng yakap at halik ng ina. Sa mundo ng mga bata, ang salitang hindi ay lubos, ang ayoko ay batas. Ang anumang kanilang ayawan o di sang ayunan ay hindi maaaring ipilit. Sa mundo ng

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Dear Noynoy, I got a confession to make, I did not vote for you. I chose your cousin because I thought he is more competent and credible than you are, but the people have made their choice, the majority won and democracy has triumphed as they say. And we now have you as our President, whether we like it or not is now immaterial. This is not a bitter letter that will circle around what

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I must admit, I do not have the concinnity of a travel writer and I can’t promise a detailed chorography of Dos Palmas or the subterranean river. This humbly, would be my futile attempt of chronicling our recent Palawan escapade. Pathetic as it is, read on. We had our flights booked as early as February this year. Our biggest mistake was we didn’t really put so much thought on how long our stay

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I just realized, I have never had my president win the elections ever since I first voted in 1998. That was when Erap made history as the first dumb ass president to rule a nation. Serves us right, with the kind of voters we have, we deserve the ones we put in public office. After all a tribe of dodos cant be ruled by chimpanzees.In 2004 Roco’s name was in my ballot, and yet again, my candidate

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I am scared. As in really scared. I am scared of May 10, and the outcome that comes after Monday. I am scared that it may not even happen, that a failure of elections will be proclaimed, even though there is no clear provision on the constitution that clearly defines what a failure of elections is. But then again, given our history of election fraud and with all the fiasco about the PICOS

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Nabad-trip ako nung isang umaga, pagkagising kasi namin, may isang malaking kagat ng lamok si Jaden sa ilong. Nakakapikon di'ba? Sa lahat ng pwedeng kagatin bakit naman anak ko pa, di na lang ako. At bakit kase sa may ilong pa, pwede namang sa braso, sa binti, sa leeg. Sa lahat ng parteng puwedeng makagat dun pa sa kapansin-pansinMinsan naiisip ko tuloy, ano nga ba talagang silbi ng lamok bukod

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Who are you voting for? A month from now, our decision will either make or break the nation. It might not mean anything for some people, thinking that this train is bound to its tracks, and poverty will always be beside its rails. There is no hope for this dying nation. In the end, no matter who takes the seat of the highest post in the land, we're all doomed to failure. I refuse to believe

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Have you ever had a day when you wish you can go back in time just for that one minute tha could have made that day better? I do, almost every day. And counting on the number of minutes I've had maybe things would have been much different if it weren't for that minute. That 60 seconds of time I can never get back. I'll start when I woke up this morning @ 4:15am I didn't get up all at once and

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It still makes perfect sense to me, what my professor back in college said: “Wala sa eskuwelahan yan, nasa estudyante yan!” (Its not about the school, its about the student).And so I wonder, what’s up with people who are too damn proud of their alma mater? I mean, I can understand the pride and the loyalty to your school that honed you and taught you the things you know. But that doesn’t mean you

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The other day, I was listening to the good times morning show on the radio and Grace Lee made an interesting comment about actors who are running for public office and turned down Mo Twister’s invitation for an interview on his show. Apparently Ara Mina had a very memorable experience on his show. She was able to uplift the morale of showbiz personalities who turn into accomplished politicians.

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[From Conrado De Quiros original article in Philippine Daily Inquirer some 6 years ago about FPJ winning the presidency] This is what will happen to the Philippines if ERAP will win again... ...

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A few weeks before my birthday, my wife asked me how I wanted to celebrate my 30th birthday, I told her I wanted to go to the beach. And so we did. I don't have much to say except that I had a grand time. We went to Canyon Cove in Nasugbu, Batangas. Abee made sure my birthday would be memorable. She did everything to make our trip to the beach possible. She said this would be her birthday gift

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Call me crazy, but as technology has gifted us with gadgets that makes life easier and convenient, it is slowly robbing us of our sanity and common sense. Sanity may very well be a strong word but its just my way of stressing the fact that I hate the way people converse in the mobile phone universe, at least here in the Philippines. Maybe we're evolving backwards and we want to go back to those

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A few months back my good friend at the office was seriously contemplating on leaving the company and I think I managed to convince her to stay and wait for the 13th month pay and go from there. (Well I guess she stayed because she needs the job too.) Lets name her Joei for the sole purpose of being discreet. She's my partner in whining and cursing every day, every freakin' day we put on the

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I remember when I was a kid, I wished that I can pull time forward and be 21 and do all the things that adults can do. I so wanted to get away from home and have the freedom to stay up late, party and not worry about the 6pm curfew that my mom imposes. (Otherwise I'll end up picking my clothes on the streets because she throws them all away if I'm not home at the dot). Let me cut to the chase

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Have you ever bought something from a convenience store or even a sari-sari store, you take out a P100 bill and the guy at the counter with an irritated tone asks you, "Wala ba kayong barya, Sir?" (Do you have a smaller bill?). It makes you feel bad and you end up feeling sorry as hell because you failed to realize that its your civil duty, yes its your  civil obligation that you got to have

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I was on my way to work this morning and I rode the bus and guess what they were playing on their video on board? No it wasn't Pride and Prejudice or Breakfast at Tiffany's neither was it A Few Good Men or the equally perennial blockbuster movies of Steven Seagal. It was a pirated copy of New Moon. And so a few minutes away from login to the inhumane little torture voicebox named AVAYA. I new I

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"Kung ganyan, pakita na lang natin 'yan. Kasi nagsasaya kami dito, tapos... Masakit sa akin 'yan, e. Nagsasalita ako dito... 'yan, please. Sana maintindihan n'yo. Nagsasaya kami dito, papakita n'yo sa amin yun ang... di ba? Hindi tama, e. Okey? Hindi ba?" "Pangit! Hindi ho maganda sa atin. Nagsasalita, ipinapakita yung kabaong ni Tita Cory, hindi ba? Papano kami makapagsasaya, nahihirapan kami?

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-91122959709918960032009-08-02T19:56:00.024+08:002009-08-15T15:40:08.676+08:00

I grew up at a time when political turmoil was at its peak, Our entire nation was fed up with the bondage of oppression and dictatorship. I was 3 years old when her husband, the late Senator Ninoy Aquino was assasinated at the tarmac of NAIA.  I can still remember the image of Ninoy lying face down at the airport from our black and white TV, I did not understand what was going on then, all I can

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-71091242120308375542009-07-17T21:53:00.002+08:002009-08-02T20:11:15.535+08:00

Your love keeps me going, your faith in me helps me as I struggle to fight my insecurities. You keep me warm and safe and I feel comfort in your wings. When you hold me tight, when I rouse you from your sleep and you say "I love you!" I miss you... Your love keeps me sane. Your smile eases my tired body, and the mere sight of you pushes me to keep dreaming. Yes, I dream still, even though

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-40865889875619192062009-06-29T21:32:00.002+08:002009-07-03T21:05:54.018+08:00

I saw this in our room when I got home today... I miss her too, I miss my wife, I miss waking up with her by my side. I come home at night to find her getting ready for work. Sometimes I find her sleeping comfortably in our room when I get home early and I struggle with the urge to wake her up or wait until 7pm or until her alarm wakes her up. I miss her more than she thinks I do. I miss you

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-26694722074940749142009-03-09T10:30:00.202+08:002009-03-12T12:34:41.744+08:00

For the people who loved them, grew up with them and followed their music. For the 90's generation, March 7, 2009 wasn't just an ordinary night. It was a night to remember. One for the annals of our music history. Marcus, Buddy, Raimund and Ely; or simply The Eraserheads to us. The group who came and broke into the Philippine music scene back in the 1990's with a thunderous  and paved the way for

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I have always thought that I was destined for greatness. Its a little self-serving; One might think. But that's because that's how I am built. I believe in me. I know the things I am capable of, I am aware of my potential. But the sad part of it is I might be the only one who knows that; the lone person who'll notice how good I can become. Reality will always say, you are not worthy. That's the

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A few weeks back my then pregnant wife told me that although she’s excited to see our son, she says she’ll miss him. She’ll miss being with him everyday. She’ll miss the thought that our baby is just curled up inside her, taking him wherever she goes.I will never know how it feels to be pregnant, to have a person growing inside you, to go through all the hormonal changes and discomfort that a

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-86671595182276724892008-11-19T22:40:00.013+08:002008-12-03T09:52:34.676+08:00

October 25, 20083:38 pmDearest Jaden,I’m right here outside the Operating Room where your mom was taken, more than an hour and a half ago. Im scared. Im scared for you and your mom. I wanted so much to be there by your mom’s side. So I could at least hold her hand. I know she’s scared too, but I can see how she’s trying to hide it, not because she doesn’t want me to see her real feelings but

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-31765190458625957482008-10-30T16:24:00.001+08:002008-10-30T16:28:13.906+08:00

The biggest gathering of indie band performance in the country! And also the opening of the newest international music channel INDEPENDENT ASIAN MUSIC TV With performances from foreign indie bands including the two very fist Filipino Indie Band to rock with the foreign bands AIRPORT DRAMA and MOON SIREN With special live performances from Killer Kamatis Pseudonym Tabass

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-33875932174016110462008-10-16T11:39:00.001+08:002008-10-16T12:14:51.749+08:00

People are born, we grow up, we'll have our first set of teeth and lose it for the permanent ones, and we will probably lose one or two if we dont care enough for them. We'll go to school, enter into relationships, and, lets cut to the chase, we''ll all grow old. We will either live to become Michael Phelps, or we will sink into mediocrity and become a bitter version of a lifeless dream. Our

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-15971275682627135442008-09-30T17:01:00.002+08:002008-09-30T17:30:45.263+08:00

My dearest one, Its not gonna take too long before I finally see your face, before I can touch your hands and I can't wait to feel your fingers around mine. A tight grip as if to say, Im here, I am finally here. I am excited to see you, I want to hold you and feel your body close to my chest, close to my heart. The warmth of my embrace will keep you safe, will make you feel loved. She's going

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-63390997624092538882008-09-17T16:58:00.000+08:002008-09-17T17:21:02.831+08:00

Today, I look forward to meeting you, to get a chance to know you. And for the first time in the 8 years I've known you, I'll finally get to hear what's on your mind. It may not be that grand, I may not be able to get you to share your whole life, you'll have your reservations as I will have mine. Because after all, this is the first time I'll "see" you. Our first date? I got up and draw a

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-63110121283859002502008-09-01T01:23:00.003+08:002008-10-16T12:24:37.479+08:00

I always thought it was possible, and after so many years, it finally happened! I always prayed that people will still get the chance to see them, onstage singing their hits, unlike the Beatles who never got the chance to play again because John Lennon got shot, it would be a gift for this new generation of music lovers to see them play and so it did. Even if it was cut short because of that

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He remembers it clearly. As if it happened just a while ago, every second of it, like a vivid lucid dream, the smell of the air, the grasses beneath his feet. that one moment of tranquility brought by that heavenly vision. The sunset.And to his right, with her hand in his, the woman he loves, they share that perfect scene that could have lasted forever. She leans over and kisses him. He smiles,

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-10783852360726456162007-02-14T00:05:00.002+08:002008-10-17T09:54:15.113+08:00

You search and you wonder, will there ever be that someone, who will make you feel so strongly in love, like you could do most everything to make that person yours. Something as ridiculously romantic as wearing a knight's armour to offer flowers for that truly special girl.You thought that it's never goin to happen, and yet the many failed relationships you've had didn't stop you, too many a time

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-53545230498344577242007-02-11T21:21:00.000+08:002007-02-11T21:39:31.366+08:00

LostI lost my favorite shirt. :(If anyone has seen it lying on the road, or sitting on a chair somewhere. I'd be more than happy to give you a reward.A million thanks, a thank you card, and a hug can be arranged. I will be forever grateful to you, indebted like a pig to a spider. I'll be your slave for a week. Just give me back my shirt! Please.The first time I saw it, I knew we were made for

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-7731595040501436442007-02-05T22:56:00.000+08:002007-02-05T23:47:39.121+08:00

Love and HopeYou give meaning to my life, new dreams, new hope. I wish you will stay for good, I wish you will find your home with me. I pray that I can hold on to you forever, never let go. And you will say there's no turning back. "I am yours, and yours alone". We may have different views on certain things, we'll have different priorities, yet I hope and pray that we'll walk together towards

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PlasticsThe one thing that I hate most are people who talk behind your back. These are people who greets you with the sweetest and sincerest smile and growls silently like the Tasmanian Devil on a leash when you walk out the room. They are most commonly known as "Plastik" (plastic) in our lingo. They are the kindest, and holiest persons who'll walk the earth, when everyone is looking. I cannot

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New beginningOf all the many celebrations we have, I think one of the best time of the year would be the way we greet January 1. The amount of preparation that we exert to make one night, one eve something to remember for the rest of our lives.Yet it would only last for a while. The holidays would be over, living us with new clothes, new pants with empty pockets. The fridge and the freezer cold

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-71433462852810846982006-12-27T13:25:00.000+08:002007-01-08T14:04:27.242+08:00

Blast from the past 2Last Dec. 25, Me and my high school friends had our Christmas party, it's the first time that I joined them, I had this nauseaus feeling that I couldn't explain. I was so eager to see them and somehow the spirit of the season gave a me a mixture of feelings that I couldn't quite contain.But I knew I was happy and excited. ;)We just came from Cavite, my mom and dad wanted to

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-86009114950735369252006-12-25T11:48:00.000+08:002007-01-08T12:32:26.800+08:00

JesusMy dad was born on Christmas day.And his name is Jesus.Jesus Allauigan Beltran.Jess to his friends and relatives, Daddy for me and my sister.I guess it was mere coincidence that his parents named him after Christ or because he was born on Christmas day, But I sometimes feel that I got Jesus Christ for my father. :)He seldom gets mad and if he does that would mean you've done really something

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Ain't enoughIt ain't enough...It's not enough that I care for you, you will always long for something more.It's not enough that you make me feel loved, I still might make you feel inadequate from time to time.It's not enough that I give you roses, you will long for tulips and daffodils tomorrow.It's not enough that you gave me your body, I will long for your soul because I would want to make you

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1159634482144043492006-09-22T05:25:00.000+08:002006-10-01T00:41:22.156+08:00

MournToday I mourn, weep and crawlmy way out of the miserythat I may never get away from;Trapped in a dazeConfused in a maze of feelings unending...Release me from the painthat is not mine to claimToday I mourn,tomorrow I succumbto the sadnessof living without breathing.

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1158635747438256892006-09-19T10:57:00.000+08:002006-09-19T11:15:47.450+08:00

When words aren't enoughChaos, confusion, apprehension.If I cannot find my soul and desperately search for it, what would be the meaning of all this?I breathe and go through a day of cloudy skies only to realize I did not have the wisdom to be ready for the rain.The dark has filled the void, and I, motionless,fell to my back staring blankly at the emptiness, that hollow feeling has got its grip

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1130030811686300932005-10-23T09:21:00.000+08:002005-10-23T09:26:51.690+08:00

NeverOne thing about the word never is to never say you'll never...I told myself that I'll never go back here, that I will never post anything here but here I am now...But that was a choice that I had to make, because I could have posted this thoughts on my other blog but then again, I told myself that I will never post sad thoughts on that site...My blue skies,Do you know how important that is

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For Papa Love and prayers I send to you wherever you are now. I pray that this may reach you and that you know that I remember. I'm sorry if that I couldn't take care of her now, it was a choice she had to make, we had to make, and I know that you understand that it will all be for the best. The memories I have of you will always remain in my heart. I'm glad that I was a part of your final

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1093110034487098012004-08-20T01:35:00.000+08:002004-08-22T01:55:38.523+08:00

Time flies really fast, its been a year now since I stumbled upon a blog which inspired me to create my own, write down my thoughts... It was a tough ride, that one year. But that one year would be one of the defining phases of my life I guess. And I'm thankful for it. I'm thankful that I came upon this world, I'm grateful that I knew pain and how to deal with it... Thank you blogger! A year

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Baby and me, May 2002 For so many months this was my site, my spot... my voice was heard right here... my pitiful cries, my helpless pleas... and now I'm leaving. All the memories I've left behind, I'm leaving it all to you. This is my lasting gift for you... my love. Every moment that I spent with you, I'm gonna cherish it forever. You have become a part of me, What I am now, What I've

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Usapang Kalye 3 One afternoon, after we played basketball and we were enjoying RC Cola... [Makoy] Bwisit talaga yang bata na yan. [Jhe] Sino?[Makoy] Yan si Mico [Mokong] Bakit naman? [Makoy] Napakabastos e, namamakyu! (meaning, the kid was giving him the finger) [Mokong] e talaga lang bastusin ka siguro, bakit naman kame hinde pina-fuck you-han nyan [Makoy] Batukan ko kaya? [Jhe] Gago ka ba?

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1081660841588471472004-04-11T13:17:00.000+08:002004-04-11T13:26:39.670+08:00

never last There is no lasting happiness. Not in this world. One moment you find yourself dancing in glee while singin' in the rain and the next day you got yourself an aching back and a sore throat. Some good things never last. they never will. Sometimes I wish I could just get stucked in time, seize and freeze the moments I wore a smile on my face and felt real happy inside. Sometimes I

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1081321635423441792004-04-07T15:06:00.000+08:002004-04-07T15:09:59.246+08:00

Trust I'm in some sort of a writing slump right now, I have been constantly playing with the letters and the backspace key since yesterday, I must have been really worn out. All the writings I've been doing the past few months might have drained me out. and here I am still tryin' to make up words, make up for the lost time. Lost time in the blogworld. I hope somehow I'll come up with something

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1080147683672576732004-03-25T00:42:00.000+08:002004-04-06T10:36:20.483+08:00

She sent me this via email yesterday... I'm pretty sure it's something you'll all think about... The one that got away... Read this... The one that got away Source: The Manila Times By: Mark J. Macapagal In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved,

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One and... Gone Our eyes met, we held that gaze for a while, one moment that could last forever. Our lips followed, savouring the feel of our tongues together, not wanting to part ever. I held your bosom as I gently bid goodbye to your lips and adore your neck, down to your throat. The touch of your smooth skin, the feel of your body next to mine. Oh how could I resist your love? I paced slowly,

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... I spoke to her last night, it still feels weird talkin' to someone who at one point in your life became your life and for all it's meaning, still is... I miss her. for the nth time I've written it down, screamed it in my mind with the hope that it would reach her. Now she's hearing it from me but its not gonna mean anything anymore. Because I'm with someone else now, someone probably more

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1078762549502470212004-03-08T00:14:00.000+08:002004-03-09T00:18:03.640+08:00

Thank you Thank you for the love you gave me; and its memories that faded along with it... Thank you for the kisses we shared; and the nights I spent tryin' to erase it from my mind Thank you for your warm embrace; and that sad feeling of holding myself alone... Thank you for the touch of your hand; and for making me realize how sweaty my palm could be Thank you for the times we made love;

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Usapang kalye 2 Makoy: May bago na namang nadagdag sa bokabularyo nitong si Den-den tol Mokong: Ano yun? Makoy: Ano daw yung ilalagay sa Character reference pag gagawa ka ng Bio-data. Denden: E di ano, Tall, dark and handsome. Tama naman di ba? Mokong: Ano daw? ( in a funny, mocking tone) Makoy: Tanga!, mali yun. Ang character reference yun yung gulay o prutas o kaya hayop na gustong kainin ng

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1078107468383555042004-03-01T10:13:00.000+08:002004-03-01T11:05:22.640+08:00

From fio. I've been wanting to post this beautiful piece but I haven't got the guts to do it back then... Moving on, two small words I can't ease my way through... and so I owe my inspiration to this piece... I've had enough. No, don't try to reason with me, this is too much. I will try not to think of you when I wake up in the morning and ask myself if somehow you are also awake. I have

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1077508402264270032004-02-23T11:41:00.000+08:002004-02-23T11:55:21.310+08:00

Ready now I'm ready now, to open my heart once more ;to face the world without you I'm ready now, to love and risk getting hurt again ;to start my life anew I'm ready now, to leave your memories behind ;to look back and smile... Because I know in my heart I gave it all for you... And I can give it all again. The dreams we dreamt won't die nor will it fade with our love but will live on,

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13505349940327162621noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703547.post-1077383989808925472004-02-22T00:58:00.000+08:002004-02-22T01:42:19.890+08:00

I dig this song, This was one of the winners of the Himig Handog Love Songs contest Written by Ted Reyes & Jeff Antiporda and interpreted by none other than Rico Blanco... I really like this song, I've just finished downloading this song and it's still playing in my head... Sing with me... Bye Bye Na Eto na ang gabi na ikaw ay aalis at iiwan mo ako Sa lahat ng gabi Ito ang ayaw dumating sana

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From the grave HI! It's been so long, I don't where to start, but I must say that I really missed writing. Anyway what prompted me to speak and rise from the grave were your voices, calling out... I know most of you guys are worried sick about what happened to me. but I am fine, I guess I can say that now... I'm fine. A week ago (Feb.11 to be exact) some of my writings from this very same

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Year Ender It's been a while since I last wrote something here, so now I decided that this would be my last entry for the year 2003, although things are working out well for me now, her shadow still remains... I'm leaving this as my farewell entry for this year and I'm hoping that I can leave the past and her memories behind... I have lots of things to tell you guys lotsa things my heart want to

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Saw her friendster account... I don't know what I saw in it, but somethin' tells me that she's living her life now... and I'm no longer part of it... not anymore... ever no more... *sighs* darkness fell at 3:24 am

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averill This morning, mom handed me the phone and I was surprised to hear that familiar voice of a kid on the line. Averill, her nephew called me up and said "hi jay". So I asked him, why he called and he said, "kase namimiss kita" I didn't know what to say, I just asked him "Kelan mo ako gusto pumunta dyan?" He blurted out "Gusto ko everyday.." I wish I could. I know the kid misses me a lot and

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Lies I keep telling myself; I don't love you anymore, I don't think of you; I'm not waiting for you, I won't ; I'm done with waiting... I keep on saying; I no longer hunger for your touch; I miss you no more; You have stopped plaguing my dreams... I want to tell you; That I can live without you It matters not that you're not here. It makes no difference... Yeah; These are the lies I keep on

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... Hopelessly wanting... desperately needing... ...please come back... ++_ _+_ _++ We were in the car, speeding our way to Tagaytay, when this song played In Jam 88.3, it broke my heart again I can't make you love me Bonnie Raitt Turn down the lights Turn down the bed Turn down these voices inside my head Lay down with me Tell me no lies Just hold me close, don't patronize Don't

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Busy I've been busy as a bee the past few days and I barely even have time to sleep. Yesterday I only slept for about an hour and a half then we're off to the streets again. I've been busying myself with the christmas rush of activities to buy myself time away from the thought that my Christmas would be freezing cold. How Ironic. It's a good thing I got elected President of the youth

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Miles away Colin Blunstone If I could reach you You know I would If I knew the way The right things to say If I could touch you I wish I could If I only knew where You know I'd be there Miles away You're so many miles away Living my lonely life To live another day (without you) Miles away You're so many miles away from me And I can't find you All those miles (away) If I could hold time In the

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Bedside I wake up in the morning and you're the first person that comes to my mind. I open my eyes and see your pictures at my bedside table. Frozen in time, held in a moment I can't get through. They say, you should've kept her pictures and lock 'em up in your closet, but I can't, I tried to but every morning that I see that table empty, it only reminds me that you have already left me,

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Wreck Everyday I check my email and pray that I see her name on my Inbox, and when I saw her name last night... I got so excited, the whole world didn't matter... and this made me cry... Subject: Re: if you'll learn simple chinese, you'll know what this means Here We Are(Ken Zhu) sha na jian ni yan kuang hong le wo xin ye sui le hao duo zhen xin ni zhuang kan bu jian ba ju li tan zai yan

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Nothing Nothing works for me now. I used to find comfort in writing and sometimes even just having an ear listening to my rants helps me get through the night. I don't know anymore. Nothing seems to help. My mind screams for her thoughts to get out of my system, but my heart yearns for no one else but her. And I'm sick of it. I want to hate her, to tell her I did you no wrong, I do not deserve

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Moments This morning you were in my dream again. I took no control of it, you were there and I couldn't resist you. Our lips tasted its own wine, our bodies locked together and held firmly the promise of morning dew in my eyes... Our souls were as one, in solemn communion, our eyes never parting as we lay next to each other. Just you and me. There were no words, just us feeling, savouring every

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showbiz Had a long and exciting day yesterday, finally got to meet Maverick and Ariel The Misadventures of Maverick and Ariel, if you haven't seen them yet check out their show at ABC 5 on Mondays, 9:30 pm. I wrote someting about their show a few months back and now I went face to face with this two funny guys. Jeff, cheska and me went to ABS-CBN to watch them tape an episode of Home Along da

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28 Today would've been our 28th month... I miss you badly... I want you to know that I remembered and that I will always treasure each moment I spent with you, every fifth day of the month... I want you to know how much I still love you after all this time. God knows how much I want you back...! darkness fell at 11:56 pm

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dreaming awake hey steph, fio! look what I found... "Are we sleep-walking through our waking state or wake-walking through our dreams"? and I got it for only 75 bucks! God bless Video City! darkness fell at 11:22 am

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Wounded I've been wounded, beaten up, badly bruised and bleeding profusely, I could hardly stand on my own two feet, and yet I still reach for you, my hand reaches out for your hand... my lips waiting for your immortal kiss... I crave and hunger for your warmth, your touch; and the feel of your skin next to mine, bodies intertwining, arms locked together... lips unparting evermore... Our souls

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My immortal evanescence I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Coz you're presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears When you screamed I'd

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Blue This would've been my post 2 days ago if it weren't for the unexpected turn of events. We were hangin' out at Jeff's rooftop and I stood there staring at the glitter of the christmas lights below... And I got caught in a frenzy of mixed emotions... Christmas is in the air again... a time for merrymaking and reflections... a time for love and giving... everything it embodies are the things I

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