Wednesday, March 01, 2006
thanks everyone for the well wishes. really appreciate it. :)
this is the most meaningful ive had in ages i believe. i think the last wonderful birthday was my 18th. i dont feel like im 21 actually. so i get to vote. big fat hairy deal. we all know who wins anyways. and im not even getting the cash from the govt. *sulks* no huge bash, no clubbin, no chalet, just me, my loved ones and fort minor. i wldnt have it any other way. right then. im off.
later..
this is the most meaningful ive had in ages i believe. i think the last wonderful birthday was my 18th. i dont feel like im 21 actually. so i get to vote. big fat hairy deal. we all know who wins anyways. and im not even getting the cash from the govt. *sulks* no huge bash, no clubbin, no chalet, just me, my loved ones and fort minor. i wldnt have it any other way. right then. im off.
later..
Friday, February 17, 2006
i was born to love 2.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
so again a buncha idiots had to stir trouble throughout the world by provoking the temperamental asses whom we share oxygen with. when i first watched the news and saw how these muslims were reacting to the cartoons, rioting and burning and tearing flags and screaming and stuff i was like damn fed up. i mean seriously. get a fucking grip. stop being so angry. calm down and for god's sakes refer to the Quran and be calm peace loving ppl. dont retaliate in a way tt sinks u to the same level as the danish bastards. i was mighty pissed tt these stupid muslims were letting it get to them therefore letting the whole world see them as violent idiots on news channels BUT when i read abt what had been written in the cartoons, im like u know what? WHATEVER. both these europeans and these rioting muslims need a slap from me. like personally delivered to each one of them. the cartoons which i didnt think was insulting (i merely thought they just printed the prophet's 'face' and therefore got the muslim world riled up) was actually very very rude and uncouthed and uncalled for. and now theyre using the freedom of expression line? WOW. since when did tt equate to or become a guise for freedom of religious intolerance, provocation and license to assholic behaviour? i dont know. but honestly as pissed as i am now becoz i love the prophet and god and becoz im proud of my faith and believe in it to the moon and back and then some, im like still calm and still telling myself to not label every european as a low-life pig BECAUSE just like not all muslims are terrorists, not all europeans are rude, ignorant assholes. and also because i know in the end tt these losers will pay the price and tt moderate mainstream muslims like me who now suffer coz of the god-forsaken muslim extremists, will reap our rewards in the Afterlife, god-willing, for the patience and forgiveness we demonstrate. amen.
P.S. SOMEONE TELL THE IGNORANT JOURNALISTS THAT JIHAD DOES NOT MEAN HOLY WAR. IT MEANS 'STRUGGLE'. jeez...one more time i see jihad translated to tt or be equated to the christians' crusade, im gonna HURL.
P.S. SOMEONE TELL THE IGNORANT JOURNALISTS THAT JIHAD DOES NOT MEAN HOLY WAR. IT MEANS 'STRUGGLE'. jeez...one more time i see jihad translated to tt or be equated to the christians' crusade, im gonna HURL.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Conjure One feat. Poe - One Word
With only one word
You took the ice out of the air again
And put the heat back in the sun again
With only one word
With only one word
You put the weapons of the world away
It's funny how one single thing you choose to say
Will change the world and then
It suddenly means something better
Every single thing I see, good or bad
You make it mean something better
Every pleasure, every pain
Every nightmare that I dream
Make it mean something better
With only one word
You change the ending of a tragedy
And summon power from the injuries
With only one word
It's funny how one single thing you choose to say
Will change the world and then
It suddenly means something better
Every single thing I see, good or bad,
You make it mean something better
Every pleasure, every pain
Every nightmare that I dream
Make it mean something better
Every time that I can't make a sound
And I think that I'm starting to drown
Even when I try to take you down
Every time that I think I'm alone
And I can't find a word of my own
You take me home
And then you change the world again
With only one word
You took a war out of my history
It's funny how one single thing you choose to see
Could change the world
And give it back to me so much better
Every single thing I see
Every single thing I dream
So much better
Every pleasure, every pain...
~mucho gracias mi vida. i feel the same way abt u too. and yes, we'll have fun with ya sis and matt someday. :P *muah* tu peshcady~
With only one word
You took the ice out of the air again
And put the heat back in the sun again
With only one word
With only one word
You put the weapons of the world away
It's funny how one single thing you choose to say
Will change the world and then
It suddenly means something better
Every single thing I see, good or bad
You make it mean something better
Every pleasure, every pain
Every nightmare that I dream
Make it mean something better
With only one word
You change the ending of a tragedy
And summon power from the injuries
With only one word
It's funny how one single thing you choose to say
Will change the world and then
It suddenly means something better
Every single thing I see, good or bad,
You make it mean something better
Every pleasure, every pain
Every nightmare that I dream
Make it mean something better
Every time that I can't make a sound
And I think that I'm starting to drown
Even when I try to take you down
Every time that I think I'm alone
And I can't find a word of my own
You take me home
And then you change the world again
With only one word
You took a war out of my history
It's funny how one single thing you choose to see
Could change the world
And give it back to me so much better
Every single thing I see
Every single thing I dream
So much better
Every pleasure, every pain...
~mucho gracias mi vida. i feel the same way abt u too. and yes, we'll have fun with ya sis and matt someday. :P *muah* tu peshcady~
Saturday, January 21, 2006
most times we worry abt our destination and stress ourselves up on achieving what we want at the end of the journey, out of the whole process, that we pay no attention to the experiences we garner along the way, to the lessons we learn, the people we meet, the discoveries of self, our accomplishments and the richness of the journey in itself. we worry what's gonna happen when we get there, when we've arrived at our destination tt we dont enjoy the trip, are blind to the beauty of the adventure and sometimes even lose track of our purpose for breaking away, for breaking free.
to some, breaking free may mean emotionally whilst others, physically. most times i think those 2 are entwined. either the head stops you from following your heart or the heart stops you from your ambition. those yearning to chase dreams miles away, to pave a new beginning for themselves, may or may not attain their goals. but either way, have they lost? should they be disappointed? to think of all the things theyve had to work for, strive for, accomplish, just to be able to break away, is an achievement in itself.
i guess u never know how much u really want something unless ure willing to do whatever it takes to have it. wldnt tt be a gd indication of how much the dream is desired or needed? judging based on the effort and time spent to get the means to attain it? they say the greater the reward the tougher the journey. how else are we to appreciate and value bliss if we've not faced fear, anxiety, emptiness and harship and recognised them as such?
i suppose often times it is a bumpy road we travel on and even at the end we find ourselves disappointed with whats at our destination. but who's gonna know what lies at the end if we dont see it for ourselves? and is it worth it? all this dreaming and pursuing and chasing and effort? well frankly it depends on the individual. if he chooses to be positive, if he had remembered to enjoy and relish in the journey itself, then he's a winner for how can he not triumph with a suitcase full of adventure, bittersweet experiences, wisdom and the thrill of the unknown?
i have no regrets in life. none. whatsoever. some of the things tt ive done and said, others cringe at. others wld still be hung up on and regretting. but me? i walk on. friends have laughed at my emotional outbursts, the outpouring of my heart, my 'concussions' and im really all right with all that. hell i even join them. but do i regret any of that? no i dont. for this is me. this is who i am. i feel and i tell it. if it turns out wrong or if it's changed, i'll update u. but do i regret them? no i dont. life's too short to hide emotions, cover up truths, repress thoughts.
are you strong enough, brave enough, to be an open book, letting people in, taking chances and setting yourself up for vulnerability and hurt? i dont do this to be courageous. it's simply who i am. i am an open book. read me or toss me if u want. judge me by my cover if u like. i really dont care. i used to. but ive learnt so much tt i really dont care anymore. i make mistakes and i try to undo them. if i cant, i'll remember them and move on. i dont always make the best choices, sometimes i knowingly travel on roads with dead-ends. sometimes i sit at a cross junction for so long when everyone else has turned right or left. sometimes i lose myself in my dreams, in the what ifs and really, does it matter if my sand castles in the air crumble again and again? will i get what i want a million miles from here? who will i end up with? what will it be like being so far away? i dont know. could i be mistaken? i could. could i end up bruised? i could. could i end up alone and unhappy? i could. would i end up with regret? no i wouldnt. becoz..and everybody lets say it together...everythign happens for a reason. always.
to some, breaking free may mean emotionally whilst others, physically. most times i think those 2 are entwined. either the head stops you from following your heart or the heart stops you from your ambition. those yearning to chase dreams miles away, to pave a new beginning for themselves, may or may not attain their goals. but either way, have they lost? should they be disappointed? to think of all the things theyve had to work for, strive for, accomplish, just to be able to break away, is an achievement in itself.
i guess u never know how much u really want something unless ure willing to do whatever it takes to have it. wldnt tt be a gd indication of how much the dream is desired or needed? judging based on the effort and time spent to get the means to attain it? they say the greater the reward the tougher the journey. how else are we to appreciate and value bliss if we've not faced fear, anxiety, emptiness and harship and recognised them as such?
i suppose often times it is a bumpy road we travel on and even at the end we find ourselves disappointed with whats at our destination. but who's gonna know what lies at the end if we dont see it for ourselves? and is it worth it? all this dreaming and pursuing and chasing and effort? well frankly it depends on the individual. if he chooses to be positive, if he had remembered to enjoy and relish in the journey itself, then he's a winner for how can he not triumph with a suitcase full of adventure, bittersweet experiences, wisdom and the thrill of the unknown?
i have no regrets in life. none. whatsoever. some of the things tt ive done and said, others cringe at. others wld still be hung up on and regretting. but me? i walk on. friends have laughed at my emotional outbursts, the outpouring of my heart, my 'concussions' and im really all right with all that. hell i even join them. but do i regret any of that? no i dont. for this is me. this is who i am. i feel and i tell it. if it turns out wrong or if it's changed, i'll update u. but do i regret them? no i dont. life's too short to hide emotions, cover up truths, repress thoughts.
are you strong enough, brave enough, to be an open book, letting people in, taking chances and setting yourself up for vulnerability and hurt? i dont do this to be courageous. it's simply who i am. i am an open book. read me or toss me if u want. judge me by my cover if u like. i really dont care. i used to. but ive learnt so much tt i really dont care anymore. i make mistakes and i try to undo them. if i cant, i'll remember them and move on. i dont always make the best choices, sometimes i knowingly travel on roads with dead-ends. sometimes i sit at a cross junction for so long when everyone else has turned right or left. sometimes i lose myself in my dreams, in the what ifs and really, does it matter if my sand castles in the air crumble again and again? will i get what i want a million miles from here? who will i end up with? what will it be like being so far away? i dont know. could i be mistaken? i could. could i end up bruised? i could. could i end up alone and unhappy? i could. would i end up with regret? no i wouldnt. becoz..and everybody lets say it together...everythign happens for a reason. always.
Monday, January 09, 2006
i dont understand why, in today's world, where we are so advanced technologically and supposedly modernised and open-minded, that most people are ashamed to admit it if they met their partner/spouse online thru some quiz website or matchmaking agency or online game site. does it necessarily mean that such people who coincidentally meet their partner online or who sign up for matchmaking agencies, are fat, bald, ugly and old? or that they are serial rapists or conmen/women? so ironic that in today's world where we depend on technology and the internet so much, that we'd still be ashamed if we met our partner online. i mean really so what? it doesnt mean that u dont get hit on in real life on the streets, it doesnt mean tt u can only attract someone when ure invisible behind some screen.
essentially i think there's more reason to be proud of being able to attract someone through words and personality compared to skin tight clothes or looks. but of course in this superficial world, to get hit on is such an achievement, something to tell all ya girlfriends or guy friends about. are we so pathetic that our self esteem is determined by whistles and catcalls on the street or the number of men who approach us just coz we looked smokin? wldnt tt be more pathetic if our confidence thrived on getting hit on just by any member of the opposite sex compared to a decent looking or hot individual who found his/her partner online? think abt it.
and another thign. ppl who are so obsessed and paranoid abt being wary on the net when talking to stangers. i mean yes, this world is strewn with assholes who abuse the net to do their dirty deeds, im not naiive i know what goes on and what assholes are capable of when they assume an anonymous identity but seriously, we were born with something called gut instinct, visceral feelings, that we shld really pay attn to. i think tt as long as we strike a balance between being careful and smart and sincere and giving someone the benefit of the doubt, that we'd be fine. of course we shld never give away personal info such as our social security number or address or credit card info. tts a given. but to immediately think the worse of someone just coz he's online, thats just plain immature. i really think that sincerity from one's heart, will touch another and everything else will just set off alarm bells in our head. i think it's sad tt some ppl are so paranoid abt ppl online that they deprive themselves of opportunities to get to know ppl from all over the world, one of whom cld actually be that connection everyone is looking for their whole lives. i mean yes long-distance rship is another headache on its own and sometimes even the most sincere ppl online whom u get romantically involved with, end up with a big fat zero for u in return in real life but. but tt happens even in real life. who's to say tt someone we've known all our lives and whom we wldnt think twice abt going on a date with alone at nite, cld not possibly do somethign to hurt us? but if we take all the precautions when getting to know someone online and we still mess up somehow, then i think that really it was meant to happen coz everythign happens for a reason and sometimes mistakes can only be learnt the hard way.
later..
essentially i think there's more reason to be proud of being able to attract someone through words and personality compared to skin tight clothes or looks. but of course in this superficial world, to get hit on is such an achievement, something to tell all ya girlfriends or guy friends about. are we so pathetic that our self esteem is determined by whistles and catcalls on the street or the number of men who approach us just coz we looked smokin? wldnt tt be more pathetic if our confidence thrived on getting hit on just by any member of the opposite sex compared to a decent looking or hot individual who found his/her partner online? think abt it.
and another thign. ppl who are so obsessed and paranoid abt being wary on the net when talking to stangers. i mean yes, this world is strewn with assholes who abuse the net to do their dirty deeds, im not naiive i know what goes on and what assholes are capable of when they assume an anonymous identity but seriously, we were born with something called gut instinct, visceral feelings, that we shld really pay attn to. i think tt as long as we strike a balance between being careful and smart and sincere and giving someone the benefit of the doubt, that we'd be fine. of course we shld never give away personal info such as our social security number or address or credit card info. tts a given. but to immediately think the worse of someone just coz he's online, thats just plain immature. i really think that sincerity from one's heart, will touch another and everything else will just set off alarm bells in our head. i think it's sad tt some ppl are so paranoid abt ppl online that they deprive themselves of opportunities to get to know ppl from all over the world, one of whom cld actually be that connection everyone is looking for their whole lives. i mean yes long-distance rship is another headache on its own and sometimes even the most sincere ppl online whom u get romantically involved with, end up with a big fat zero for u in return in real life but. but tt happens even in real life. who's to say tt someone we've known all our lives and whom we wldnt think twice abt going on a date with alone at nite, cld not possibly do somethign to hurt us? but if we take all the precautions when getting to know someone online and we still mess up somehow, then i think that really it was meant to happen coz everythign happens for a reason and sometimes mistakes can only be learnt the hard way.
later..
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
jessica alba looks so mesmerizing as a sweet, cute girl in her new movie Awake. finally a psychological thriller instead of the stupid shit she's been doing. i hope this one doesnt flop like the rest of em. im seriously looking fwd to seeing her act in this genre. and i hope she acts better than when she was in dark angel which i think displays her acting skills best. the rest got me cursing in disbelief and wanting to strangle her. she's completely dressed and covered up in the beach stills of Awake so im trying to get used to that haha. but she looks stunning. did she finally get the hint she shld be the sweet cute girl tt she is instead of attempting femme fatale roles? i dont know but whatever it is, thank u god. albie is on her way to recovery. now im starting to like her again although she being the official face of tiger beer is a bit disturbing becoz i dont think any self-respecting woman shld advertise for beer and be in the same category as those slutty bitches on beer posters. NEVERTHELESS, Awake shld redeem her. i hope. if she keeps up with these kinda roles and movies and looks, my goddess list is gonna grow. and i hope she stops being a bitch in real life too. i mean seriously someone who looks tt sweet shld stop trying to be bitchy. she cld be america's newest sweetheart. so yeyy for Albie! yeyy for Awake!
