Cry Me A River?

For those who can understand Ilonggo.

There’s more on YouTube.

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Anyway, this tag i found on a lot of blogs is kinda cool! so i decided to do it as well.

RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Put this on your journal.

1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?
Do You Know What You Want – M2M (hahaha)

2.How would you describe yourself?
This Guy’s In Love With You - Herp Albert (i’m not even in love with anyone right now)

3.What do you like in a girl/guy?
I’ll Always Love You - Taylor Dayne (that talks more about me)

4.How do you feel today?
Ocean Avenue – Yellowcard

(If I could find you now
Things would get better,
We could leave this town,
And run forever,
Let your waves crash down on me
And take me away, yeah.

There’s a piece of you that’s here with me,
It’s everywhere I go, it’s everything I see
When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by,
I can make believe that you’re here tonight,
That you’re here tonight. )

5.What is your life’s purpose?
Twisted Logic – Coldplay (hahhaaa!! yes yes yes! twisted logic’s the way to live life)

6.What is your motto?
After The Love Has Gone – Earth, Wind, and Fire [hahaha. swanky (does the sameer hand chop)]

7. What do your friends think of you?
Angel On My Shoulder – Gareth Gates (awwwwww)

8. What do you think of your parents?
Gaya Ng Dati – Gary Valenciano (Well, for non-tagalog speakers, Gaya Ng Dati means.. Like before.. so.. what this ting’s trying to say is that my parents are the same as before, which is, obviously, true)

9.What do you think about very often?
That’s What Love Is For – Amy Grant (What is love for at the pers pleys?!?!)

10.What is 2 + 2?
U and Ur Hand - Pink (haha!)

11.What do you think of your best friend?
The Phantom of the Opera – Andrew Lloyd Webber (o.O now you’re creeping me out)

12.What do you think of the person you like?
I Just Can’t Wait To Be King (O.O)

13.What is your life story?
My Immortal – Evanescence (aww. that is a sad life story.. i’m so tired of being here.. suppressed by all of my childish fears!)

14.What do you want to be when you grow up?
Best Day of My Life – Jesse McCartney (where’s the sense)

15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Summer Breeze – Jason Mraz version (aaaahhhh…. like a summer breeze.. yes… her oozing appeal cools you down even though she’s hot hot hot)

16.What will you dance to at your wedding?
You Are My All In All - Point of Grace (this is supposed to be a church song.. but oh well..very.. monogamous. an ideal Christian relationship)

17.What will they play at your funeral?
Kite – U2

(OMG. read the lyrics. a perfect funeral song.

Something is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it means
I’m not afraid to die
I’m not afraid to live
And when I’m flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did

’cause hardness, it sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin

I want you to know
That you don’t need me anymore
I want you to know
You don’t need anyone, or anything at all

Who’s to say where the wind will take you
Who’s to say what it is will break you
I don’t know, which way the wind will blow
Who’s to know when the time has come around
Don’t want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
There’s a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what’s gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me

I’m a man, I’m not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes

Who’s to say where the wind will take you
Who’s to say what it is will break you
I don’t know, where the wind will blow
Who’s to know when the time has come around
I don’t want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

Did I waste it?
Not so much I couldn’t taste it
Life should be fragrant
Roof top to the basement
The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea)

18.What is your hobby/interest?
Goodbye - Spice Girls (hmmm.. yeah i’m interested in leaving a lot of things behind.. regardless of whether or not it’s accidental)

19.What is your biggest fear?
Patience – Guns N’ Roses (hahaa! i guess i need more of it!)

20.What is your biggest secret?
Billie Jean – David Cook version

(LOL!!!

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son !!!!!)
21.What do you think of your friends?
Try A Little Tenderness – Michael Buble (yeah.. danusha, joey, tanya, mandy, sid, nlk, savy, chris, jose, sam, roomie, john, etc etc etc…. try a little tenderness!)

22.What will you post this as?
Cry Me A River – Justin Timberlake (you will drown, JT.)

23.What song would you play during your first time having sex?
Swear It Again – Westlife (yeah. i will love it if you would swear over and over again.)

Plight.

The Ted Failon inside the television set was announcing something about tap water now being used as fuel for car engines. As the Ted Failon disappeared in a split-second, and was replaced by a beautiful girl scantily dressed in a bikini endorsing a bottle of mineral water, I heard my dad say ‘Yan, mas maganda ‘yan, tubig nalang ang ipa-pang-gasolina natin sa kotse; tingnan natin ‘yang OPEC na ‘yan. Maghihirap din sila.

And I thought, Yeah. True, true. I wonder when will power and authority be ever put to good use. Be ever used to help the hungry, the sick, and the suffering. Malacañang’s image casts a dark diabolical shadow over my imaginings of shanty homes and homeless Filipino children. OPEC and UN logos bounce off from island to island, sinking each one of them into the depths of the sea. Sure, my imaginations can sometimes go too surreal. But the penurious fragment of my whole existence suddenly voices out its sentiment: STOP IT.

This afternoon, two children were outside the gate of the house, black and unsightly because of the dirt that has smudged their bodies. It seemed that they haven’t taken a bath for days. They were holding onto the rails of the gate: their eyes filled with hunger and forlorn, the surrounding outside the house seeming like a juvenile prison cell. They asked me if they could have any empty tin cans which they could sell. I said “NO”, because I didn’t know if there were any. I was the only one inside the house at that time. “Dong, balik lang mo unya ha, Wala man gud si nanay nako, wa ko kabalo kung naa mi,” (Just return later, my mother’s not here, I don’t know if we have any) I hesitantly replied.

And they left. But as I went back inside, one of the little boys came back, asking, “Kuya, naa mo bugas?” (Kuya, do you have rice?) And I looked at him, shook my head, closed the door, uncertain if what I just did was right.

I haven’t really thought of it; the millions of my kababayans in constant plight, scavenging the mountain pile of landfills in search for a few cents’ worth of garbage; selling their bodies across the dark Manila streets out of poverty; selling their eyes, their kidneys; crossing the violent seas in huge cargo ships; leaving their families and their honorable college diplomas behind to work as domestic helpers in Singapore, Hong Kong, and in other parts of the world.

It is painful to know that such sacrifices have to be made by them, because there are people who refuse and refute the act of sacrifice.