Liv in a Life Well-Lived

I know, I know. Watching 17 Again is like, so gay or grade-school-ish. But aaawwww, I love zac efron, gay hair and all! He just makes me melt. And I don't mind if the whole world calls me a "cougar" as long as he's my cub. Or Chace Crawford. Although, they do look like they may have been split from the same string bean. Oh, what? You mean what was the movie all about? Ehrm... something about this 37-year-old guy who got his life so wrong, and was given another chance to re-live his last year in high school to make things right again. There was talk of spirit guides and the right path, or something. Don't get me wrong. There's a good message in that movie, though I think some people would be put off with the swirling vortexes and fantasy-mode of the whole thing. Me, I suspended all disbelief of course. I wasn't there to watch a good story. I went for eye-candy. Actually, I think a lot of people did. On the same row as I am, were a bunch of gay high school k

Pudgy young boy Andrew Johnston sings Pie Jesu and managed to sound like an angel singing. Marmy Susan Boyle courts mockery but pulls the rug from underneath our feet instead with her rendition of I dreamed a Dream. George Sampson pulls Singing in the Rain and I bet even Justin Timberlake wouldn’t have anything on this un’s moves. Don’t even let me get started on Paul Potts, Connie Talbot and Charlie Green. Gosh. Maybe, Britain’s Got more Talent than just stiffening the upper lip! Amazing. I love BGT!

I am going to say sorry in advance for the extreme geekiness of the forthcoming post. I read in the news this morning that scientists found an earth-like planet (Gliese 581 e) somewhere in the Libran constellation. It is the right size, although it is too near the sun-like star and most likely to be too hot to support life. But what caught my fascination is its neighboring planet, Gliese 581 d, which is larger but is in the habitable zone. Its distance from the star it orbits is just far enough for liquid to be water. Scientists even said that it is plausible that this planet has a big and deep ocean, and stating that it is the first serious candidate for a true-to-life water-world. ~ Now, the movie Waterworld sucked with a capital Y. But imagine! Just let those fantastic brain cells do the Imagineering for you! ~ If Earth finally reaches its last perilous leg, off-planet habitation may become a reality. Of course, we won’t see it in our life time. But maybe in the future, our kid’s

A praise song I heard today spoke of this. :D -=-=-=- Love: deeper hope higher trust stronger faith and greater peace. Live Love.

When I fantasize about living large, I suppose I'm like most everyone else who initially thinks of large sums of personal money, fast cars, houses, exclusive vacation get-aways, etc. But come to think of it, I don't have it so bad right now. It's not perfect, but the simple life makes me want simple things. Due to its simplicity, its easier to reach --- it's easier to be happy. Let's take a chunk out of history and catalogue today's simple blessings I enjoyed: 1. Aimless meanderings around the neighborhood - I don't live in an exclusive subdivision, but our area is as sub-urban as only I would like it. We still have trees here, and grass as tall as people, and even goats walking down the road with you. And because of it's "probinsiya-feel", everything is calm and laid-back. 2. Sitting still in the garden - I got a chance to sit awhile after my walk, and heard a cacophony of birds singing in our treetops. How often do you get serenaded by nature

A couple of days ago, Ella asked me if I consider myself religious. Well, I had to be honest, right? I don't think I am. If religion is an unerring love for verbalized prayer, consistent rituals, and spouting off the name of a saint a minute. No, not like that. Faith to me is living life and appreciating that everyday is an experience of faith. I pray, I go to Church, I honor rituals, I share, I care, or to sum it up, try to be the good Christian girl my parents raised me up to be. But I don't pray the rosary every day, I even forget the 3 o'clock prayer and the Angelus a lot. I know I can improve my faith by observing them, but I keep forgetting. Do I feel like God is angry at me for forgetting these things though? No. Because when I pray, I don't use formulae prayers. When I pray, I speak my heart, I talk to God as I would a father. And I think my faith is enriched because of it. I like to think that God is a little like my own father, who enjoys listening to my stori

I haven't blogged in two weeks, and don't I know it! Nothing of the Caramoan trip, of Holy Week, of recent developments amongst friendships almost lost and recovered. I owe this blog a lot of updates; maybe I'll get around to it in a while. Today though,I woke up with the urge to write a song about a recent sad story I heard. It's deliberately not a poem; I imagine it having some kind of slow RnB beat to it. Something Jordin Sparks would sing. Kahit ka-cornihan minsan, pero I tried to use the simplest words kasi. Maiba naman sa usual kong drama. Tina, if you're reading this, maybe you can forward it to your musician friend and ask if he'd deem it worthwhile to arrange. :) :D At tsaka, by the way, hindi ko pa naririnig yung arrangement nya dun sa isa ko pang song. Parinig naman! Wala lang. Para masaya. :D -=-=-=-=-= Harder Standing By I did not know Saying I’m sorry I have to go Or, baby, this is goodbye Is easier than standing by As you give her your heart As y

I know, I know. The last season of the Gilmore Girls has come and gone. But I lost touch for a while there, and I never really got to see the whole of Season 7. For those of you who’ve been reading my blog since 2004, you would know how insane I was for the show. I adored Lorelei and Rory, and have always imagined myself as the third Gilmore Girl. I even tried to guzzle up coffee because I figured their caffeine-soaked tizziness is the reason why they’re so witty and snarky and gorgeous. It was one of the more intelligent TV shows in its time, and I loved everything about the show. I went through all of the girls’ phases --- Rory’s Dean and Jess ( who I wanted for my own) and that guy who’s now on OC and Marty and finally, hunky Logan, as well as Lorelei’s Christopher, Rory’s English Teacher guy, Luke and Christopher again til she ended with Luke again. Truth be told, I’m coming from Team Christopher. I mean, Luke’s nice and all, and it ain’t bad to marry the guy who makes the greatest