Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I live I breathe


Since it's Holy Week, I want to share a song which is apt for the season. It's one of my fave and it never fails to bring me in a worship-y mood.

I live I breathe
by Jon Owens

I didn’t deserve your grace

I didn’t deserve your mercy

But still you took my place

Because you love me

And for you it wasn’t enough to save my soul

To set me free and make me whole

You had a plan for me a destiny for my life


Chorus

So I live to give You glory

And I breathe to give You praise

You paid the ransom for me

And you took away my shame

You said the you delight in me

And I know your word is true

I live, I breathe, I love to worship You


Now I receive your grace

I receive your mercy

Cause I wanna be like You

To follow your heart


And for me it wasn’t enough to take your name

accept your gift and remain the same

I want to honor you and bless you all of my days


So I live to give you glory

And I breathe to give you praise

You paid the ransom for me

And you took away my shame

You said the delight in me

And Iknow your word is true

I live, I breathe, I love to worship you


I worship you, I worship you (2x)

I honor you, I honor you (2x)

So I live to give you glory

And I breathe to give you praise

You paid the ransom for me

And you took away my shame

You said the delight in me

And Iknow your word is true

I live, I breathe, I love to worship you

* Click on the album cover to listen to the song.*

It's officially Summaaaah! :)


I may be in a bad mood today and not excited about going home (for the first time), but I can't wait to explore the islands at the edge of the northeast part of the country.



I've got the most essential thing for an island hopping: sunblock! After a long research, I've decided on Neutrogena's Ultra-Sheer Dry Touch sunblock. It's almost like Armada Sport but way cheaper. Double Yey! Still haven't bought new sunglasses though. Ray Ban aviator, please! ;p


I'll drop my things in Tugue, then immediately go to Santa Ana. It's a sleepy town three hours away from Tugue. There's nothing to see there aside from their beautiful beaches. I'll still be spending a night or maybe two in Tugue otherwise my mom would have a fit. She'll also have a trip of her own in Ilocos so we'll probably spend time together only by Saturday. I miss her and all but we can't be around each other for too long or we'll irritate each other and argue. Lol. It's a fact we've accepted and just laugh about. But I miss my mom and my dad! See, I'm not a bad kid. Lol

Can't wait for the beach. Sun, sand and sea...here I come!

P.S. Have a fun holyweek everyone with your family and friends. But make sure to take time to read your Bible, especially the first four books of the New Testament. Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross for our sins. Repent. Reflect on our spiritual life. Blessed Holy Week people! :)

Monday, March 29, 2010

Barcelonuuuuh!

I remember getting excited when the trailer of Vicky Cristina Barcelona was first released on Apple Movie Trailers. I couldn't wait for it to be released. Then, life got in the way and I totally forgot about the movie until I saw it from Ivee's movie list.

Life is the Ultimate work of art


First five minutes of the movie and I was all inspired and the dreamer in me was aroused. I've always thought I was a European soul. ;p When I was young I used to watch this travel show on Discovery Channel. I always tell my mom that when I grow up I want to be a travel show host and travel all over the world. But I would definitely live in Europe. I'm inlove with their culture. Their lifestyle. Their eccentricity. The country-side. The architectures. Their beautiful homes. The vineyard. The food. The music. The chateaus. Even with the flowers. Their weather. And the fact that trench coat and boots are fashion staple. Lol


I think Spain is one of the most beautiful countries. We were under the Spaniards for more than 300 years, why weren't our ancestors able to adapt their love of art. Our country was given a shot to have a culture as beautiful as theirs. (I know, I know it wasn't all beautiful when we were under their influence. But still. ;p)


I could just imagine myself having wine while a guitar is playing on the background. Going to all the museums. Taking photographs of beautiful buildings. Biking in the countryside. Taking a stroll in the cobble-stoned streets wearing a very thin dress and no one would care. Dining in al fresco restaurants. Having coffee with an artist talking about love and life. Listen to their poems. I may not be able to understand it, but the way it sounds is just beautiful. (I took Spanish in college, but I could never get the accent right. On top of that my professor always mocks the way I say ‘R’. Lol) It seems like everything is romantic. You can see art in every corner. Who wouldn't want that everyday, right?


I think I’m more of a Cristina. Or maybe, I want to be more like Cristina. Because her character is appealing. An artist who has a twisted view on love. Lol. Seriously though, my view on love and relationships are now so different compared to a year ago. I’m still a hopeless romantic, but I don’t look at love in a rainbow-y and flying unicorn way. And I wouldn’t mind being whisked on an impulse by a strange artist. I feel lost and always in a search of something I don’t know.




I'm going to watch it again as soon as I DL subline.com. Penelope Cruz and Javier Bardem are arguing and speaking in Spanish. I can't understand a word and yet I didn't mind 'coz it was just sounds beautiful.


Dreaming of Barcelona, Barcelona, Barcelona. Seriously, nakaka-LSS. Lol. My goal before I turn 40 is to go backpacking around Europe for two months and immerse myself in their culture. That would be the best! :)

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Battle of the absurd

I'm talking about the Kris-Ruffa issue...Yeah, I'm keeping the stupid issue alive. But only for five more minutes.

I just encountered this entry from Chuvaness. I didn't know Kris gave out this statement. I was laughing the whole time I was reading it, I just have to share it. Kris is just so histrionic and non-sense at times. Lol. And since we're at it, I was team Ruffa...Read, then lets move on. :))

"I had dinner with Noy tonight after his tv commercial shoot.
He told me di raw ba pwede na may quiet Sunday kami? (two words: duct tape)
And he asked why sya nadamay when he's not even part of the Buzz
I would like to extend a loving hug to Ruffa.
I viewed the tape and although I still feel I gave my comment with affection. (two words: cariƱo brutal)
Maybe it made her feel even worse because she's moving in a new direction.
We had what I believed was a good working relationship in the almost 2 years we were together on the Buzz.
I can also understand why Ruffa's mom dislikes Noynoy and my family.
Maybe because of association and our vocal proclamation of admiration for Dingdong. (why damay Dingdong when he's not even part of the Buzz?)
And his selfless contribution to help Noy's presidential bid.
It is with Ruffa that I enjoyed a healthy working relationship with.
And I only have good words to say about her.
To Ruffa, I sincerely apologize for causing you hurt.
My brother Noynoy would like to add that we live in a democracy.
One where we are very free to make our own choice for president.
This text came from my sister Pinky : Tomorrow is Women's day. (why damay Women's Month?)
And March is women's month. Fyi, it was mom who passed laws making this possible. (why damay Cory, she's not part of The Buzz?)
(Proclamation No. 224 and 227, both signed in March 1988).
And RA 6949 (signed April 1990 - declares March 8 as National Women's Day. (seriously, anong kinalaman ng Women's Day?)
We celebrate women who triumphed despite odds and need to look at ways to further improve.
That's why I want Ruffa to have a great career ahead of her because she is a woman.
Raising two beautiful daughters, and I champion all women who triumph despite the odds.
Just like my own mom. (Mom na naman??)
Noy told me in any election, we'll have our share of supporters and harshest critics.
And if you can't take the heat, then politics isn't for you.
As a woman, and as Ruffa's mom and the lola of Lorin and Venice, I respect you Tita Anabelle. (meaning, you're freaking scared of Anabelle)
And on behalf of our family, I apologize for the distress we caused yours. (Why damay your entire family? Leave Baby James alone!)
Hindi po ako mayabang, kaya ako nagpapakumbaba ngayon. (kasi may eleksyon)
On a last note, I promised Noy that if he does WIN, and I'm a cause of stress for him and his presidency..
I will gladly take my two boys to live anywhere there's TFC. (can we have that notarized? wait. hindi ba kasama si James?)
So that I can continue to work but with our Overseas Filipino brothers and sisters. (I'm sure you think of them a LOT)
Of course Noy said - dinner daw yun - hindi teleserye ko. (the world is your teleserye, Kris)
I love my family and I'm so grateful to have such a supportive and grounded brother and sisters, (sic)
Who have learned to love me for what I am. (and they deserve a medal, like James and your mom)
Thank you for your time and may god bless all of us with a peaceful weekend."
(you need a peaceful MONTH. please go on a retreat Kris. Samahan pa kita. NOT. xoxo!)

Nostalgic

I was in a restobar last night when Nikki Hassman's Any Lucky Penny suddenly played. I was transported back to my teen years in an instant. A time when everything was carefree. When summer afternoons were spent at the porch dreaming of the impossible. A time when feelings are raw and everything is new. Aaaww, the days! I feel old! Lol. (I think they got their playlist mixed up and realized the mistake after a minute, they went back to playing Sean Kingston. Lol)

Am being nostalgic and now am listening to songs from late 90's/early 2000's. Lemme share a some of my fave. Hope you enjoy! :))



Side A

Crazy for this girl- Aron & Evan

Sonny Came Home- Shawn colvin

Lose your way-Sophie B. Hawkins

32 flavours- Alanis Davis

Iris- Goo Goo Dolls

I'll be okay- Amanda Marshall

C'est la vie- B*witched

Cruel to be Kind- Letters to Cleo

Wide Open Spaces- Dixie Chicks

Side B

Hey jealousy- Gin Blossoms

Basket Case- Greenday

Shimmer- Shawn Mullins

No ordinary love-Jennifer Love Hewitt

Hold on- Mary Beth Maziarz

You get what you give- New radicals

Building a mystery-Sarah Mclachlan

All for you-sister hazel

I'm Alright- Jo Dee Messina


*click on the tape to listen

Thursday, March 4, 2010

It's been a year

“It’s when I’m standing six feet away from you and not being able to find the words to tell you how much I love you and how much I miss you that I want to just scream to the whole room that I’m still in love with you. It’s when I’m sitting alone with the phone in my hand dialing your number and hanging up that I would trade a thousand tomorrows for just one yesterday. Then I could just call you to tell you goodnight. It’s when I am really sad about something and need someone to talk to that I realize you’re the only one who really knew me at all. It’s when I cry myself to sleep at night and it hits me how much I would give to hold you at that very moment. It’s when I think about you that I realize no one else in the world is meant for me.”

Exactly this day last year I admitted defeat and raised the white flag on us. They say it takes half the time of the relp to really get over the relp. I hope that's not true. I'm still not "there" though, but I'm trying. It's hard when there's friendship beyond the romantic relp. It's harder when you say you still love me, and she's nothing more than just a distraction. It's like I want to get a hammer and pound it repeatedly on your head. I'm just glad that I'm no longer in the stage where I want to cry every time I think of you and have the the biggest inkling to get back with you. But I'm still not in the stage where I no longer think of you almost everyday. Nor am I in that stage where don't I palpitate (though I try to look indifferent) when I hear your name. I know I can't totally erase you from my life, but I know one day I'll have every piece of my heart back in place to be in a sane relationship.