Save Me - "Aimee Mann"

Aimee Mann

You look like
A perfect fit
For a girl in need
Of a tourniquet

But can you, save me
Come on and, save me
If you could, save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell
Of the hunger strike

But can you, save me
Come on and, save me
If you could, save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

You struck me down
Like Radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman

You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could, save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

Instrumental Verse 3:

C'mon and save me
Why don't you save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Except the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
Except the freaks who could never love anyone

May Yabang si Sheggz

It was my friend Jang who first introduced me to "Yabang Pinoy" by wearing the Yabang Pinoy Band.  When I read the card, I remembered I saw this logo in Glorietta during  the Global Pinoy Bazaar last December and while strolling around Glorietta mall…. This is not just a simple band, my dear… it is an advocacy…

For more information about Yabang Pinoy, visit their website at http://www.yabangpinoy.com/

At ipagmalaki mong May Yabang ang Pinoy! Astig!  Ahoo Ahooo!

Blah Blah

Limitations also apply to humans.  If machines complaint about "restrictions" on "configured limitations", how much more with humans.  I certainly agree that when it comes to deadlines, a lot of people are hot-tempered and ill-mannered.  At times like these, I wish I am SuperWoman who can do all these things without seeking any help from others.  I'm allergic to manageable "blah blah blah".  I repeat… "manageable".

That's why when I'm overly pressured and stressed out, I preferred to be silently working, silently thinking, silently observing, silent at all times while delivering my outputs.  I act just like a machine and automatically shut off when all is done.

And when I'm finished, I stand up.. my silence is killing them softly.  I can deliver my tasks without much needed "blah blah blahs".  I saved excreting saliva, energy and brain cells for that.  Given the same opportunity of delivering outputs, who do you think is less tired and exhausted?  The one who made all those blah blah blah or the one that is silent?

I am prone to instant migraine that is really causing me much trouble.  If I meddle with strain-causing people, mostly likely to have migraines at all times.

I have my own ways of de-stressing it out… that can shut people off.

Oh well, before I end this blog, there's thing called "delegation."  Better make use of that to avoid "wrinkles".

Garlic Mushroom

Before I went to sleep, I sent this to one of my closest friends,

“Maybe it’s time to really choose.  I think I’ve already done my part and have  nothing more to do.  I’ve always been there and anyone knows that… I need not to prove anything more to anyone…. It’s just a realization that made me conclude… my stay is over and it was all worth less.  Why stay if you’re no longer serving your purpose.  It’s not about walking away… or something pushed me to do that, it’s moving on.  I have a life of my own and dreams waiting to be fulfilled… for which I am more excited.  For there had been times, I learned to accept even the unacceptable and understood and embraced even when you’re fooled.”

I know this is read by my intended reader and that person is very sensitive to feel that this message is intended for him | her.

It took me awhile to post this.  And a long breath to publish… not to hurt the feelings of the reader but to liberate myself from anything and to finally be true.  

I just hope we’ll learn a lot from the book “By the Flowing River” and we will remember each other with how we met and how we smiled.  For once, I’ve been sincere in writing what I have inserted in that book.

Race for your Dreams, Sheggz!

I hand in a poster and pooh notebook and was surprised to see that she signed in with “Follow your heart” on the poster and “Dream Big” on the notebook while others had “Follow your dreams!”, “Race for your dreams!”… why all of a sudden … “Follow your heart…” hehehe

I just smiled when I saw it.  I guess that’s a sign of something I intend to keep for myself na lang.  But definitely it has something to do with dreaming big and following what I love doing…

More beautiful than I expect her to be… there’s something in her smile that will make you admire her more and how she talks and how she sees you directly into your eyes makes you see the goodness in her soul.

I’m happy to see old friends in that venue…. Those that I’ve never seen for quite sometime…

In my heart, I said this…

Gretchen Malalad and Gaby dela Merced, both have not won big in PBB… but both celebrities that I’ve really admired …. They may be famous yet very grounded and simple.

Kudos to the Pinay Athletes!  My final salute goes to both of you… you are truly Big Winners in your own right and in the hearts of so many people you have touched with your passion and goodness of heart, including mine.

The best measure of being “Astig” is to make dreams real and still keeping good despite the fame…