…

I don’t know how much more I could take
Any moment now I could just break…
I’m tired of my feigned smiles and being a pretentious fake
Bleeding while chasing your love in it’s wake…

Full Moon Ba Kagabi?

My Guy: (calling me from inside our room) Babe… Hindi ka pa ba matutulog?

Oh yeah, after several months, he’s managed to call me Babe again.
I don’t intend to make anything out of it.
Just basking. hehe! :p

Yes, I am shallow… so???

hanging judge

         Just so you’d know, Maximiano Asuncion’s numerous decisions of death sentence were based on evidentiary support tried and tested beyond reasonable doubt. How about yours?
        And another thing, the number of people you have terminated would never be a measure of how well you’ve done your job. But it would definitely be a measure of how you can ONLY do very little to improve your people before you let them go. Your time would come, mine too, eventually, everybody’s time would. By the time yours do, you think people would be shaking their heads in dissappointment and would be ranting out their loss? Or would it be the total opposite and people would actually say, ‘finally!’?
     Whether the people you’d be leaving would be saddened or cheered by you leaving, that, and nothing else, would be the measure of how good you’ve been.

just wonderin’

        Never thought I would be fond of watching noontime shows. But things changed eversince I got a fixed graveyard shift. For vampires like us, 12:00 noon is the more relaxing time to spend glued on the tube. When the HBOs and StarMovies of good ol’ cable are playing crappy films, my sister and I had no choice but to tune in to local networks. Eventually, we got hooked on Wowowee (go ahead, insert coñotic ewwws here). Laugh all you want but hey it’s quite funny, amusing is actually the politically correct term. People on the show go real to thy heart’s content, sing their lungs out lod and dance like there’s no tomorrow. There’s the common notion they are there for the money, but having watched the show for more than a year now, I could say I don’t think so. They are there for the sake of being there. Being there makes them happy. And if that tags them Jologs for the rest of their lives, it’s obvious they couldn’t care less.
       Shows got a lot to be proud of actually. Apart from giving hope, and yes money/aid to anyone who asks, it’s given birth to a number of talents whom otherwise would not be given a chance. Add to that it’s feat of uniting the OFW crowd. Maybe it’s way cheesy, but nobody can deny it’s way Pinoy.
Having changed schedules, I don’t get to watch much of the show now. Though I’ve grown some issues since I last got the chance to glimpse some episodes. Why are the dancers’ wardrobe gettin’ bolder and bolder? Kids do still watch them. Why are the participants getting younger and younger? Parents out there, you really have to let your youngs do the cash bustin’? And lastly, the show’s host been coming up with a hit single after another. I mean, who buys ‘em? When his patrons are the local masses, are they expected to spend hard-earned and much-needed dough to get the original copy and fight piracy?
       Nonsense really. It wouldn’t kill me if they do. Just wonderin’ though.

song of the week

      Fixated.Again.

      I heard somebody, I’m just not sure who, humming this while I was typing away one of my many evaluations at work, and try as I might, I could not put it outta my head. I stopped and spent the next 15 minutes, yes it took that long, to find this song. I just had to listen to it, over and over and over. The melody and lyrics were so overwhlemingly conveying what I have felt, feeling and I predict would feel in the next few months. It’s very seldom you’d find a song that would make you cry at the same time would comfort you. It’s rare you’d find a song so old you couldn’t exactly remember how you’ve come to know the song, all you know is it is your current fave.

      That was last Friday. It’s Monday now and I have played this song at least a thousand times. And yes, it touched me, soothed me, lulled me to sleep. Who would’ve thought I’d find the things I am longing for in a song?                 http://jubaliciouz.imeem.com/music/UV6rGIk3/florence_warner_hello_love/

HELLO LOVE

Florence Warner

Hello love, where you’ve been?
I tried to start without you
But I lost it in the wind
Hello love, come on in
I sure could use a friend to tell me
How to start again.

It’s good to see you
You’ve been gone for so long.