Outlandish has got a new album! :D

here's the preview of their latest album "SOUND OF A REBEL". i personally like the songs "Feels Like Saving The World" and "Always Remember".
enjoy you guys!

Of Letting Go

After more than eight years of holding on to a person, you resolved to let go. You felt liberated. Free of uncertain hopes, of unfathomable emotions, and of incurable depressions. It is not cowardice, rather, mustering all your vigor to relinquish what is not meant to be. It is like surrendering to a Math problem that has no solution after it has bled your brain.
It is not giving up for you do not give up on true love. You still believe that it will come at the right time with the right person at the right place.
Rather, it is ACCEPTANCE OF FREEDOM!
It's like being in a deep slumber wherein you dreamt of a person whose persona you created with handful of your expectations and presumptions. You enveloped yourself with images of him alone. You pushed away other people to love him alone. Just him. Alone.
And then you wake up. Only to find out that everything has been a trance.
And then you let go. It's like gently pulling a knife that was stuck at your ribs.
You can breathe again. Your blood has circulated again and you are full of life again!

"....I will always remember now that love is liberty. That was the lesson it took me several years to learn. That is the lesson that sent me into an exile and now that sets me free again." ~~~Paulo Coelho (Brida)

masha-Allah..

"you don't need to go out and see the nature to appreciate God's creation. within our body-- our very own physiology--helps us understand God's magical wonder of creation." ~~Dra. Leah Manapat

i say, there's no need to read physiological books to appreciate God's creation. take Lee Min Ho for example...

"oppa, i'm single too.."

God, how can he be so perfect? MashaAllah..

Obra 02

some photos i took at mapawa during the second camp. photos with my face on it were taken by hadsot.

So Long, Rajee

I never imagined that my recent preoccupation by DEATH would actually happen to my family. What's sad about it is that it happened in the middle of our family's mini-reunion at home. Death transformed itself into a dengue fever and has taken away my three-year old (turning four) cousin, Rajee.
He's the youngest child of my Aunt Fatma and perhaps the most lovable kid since at such juvenile age he's capable of conversing like a big boy. Although he lasted only three years on earth, he has left our hearts an indelible deep mark that will forever hold dear to us.
Ba-bye arikulay, be our guardian angel for as long as we live.

The Shinagawa Monkey

Mizuki was at her desk, listening to the radio in her room when she heard a faint knock at her door. She opened it to find Yuko Matsunaka standing there, dressed in tight polo neck and jeans. I’d like to talk with you, Yuko said, if you have time. ‘Fine,’ Mizuki said, frankly taken aback. ‘I’m not doing anything special right now.’ Mizuki had never once had a private conversation with Yuko, just the two of them, and she’d never imagined Yuko would come to her room to ask anything personal. Mizuki motioned for her to sit down, and made some tea with the hot water in her thermos.

‘Mizuki, have you ever felt jealous?’ Yuko began.

Mizuki was surprised by this sudden question, but gave it serious thought.

‘No, I don’t think I ever have,’ she replied.

‘Not even once?’

Mizuki shook her head. ‘At least, when you ask me out of the blue like that I can’t remember any times. Jealousy… What do you mean?’

‘Like you love somebody, but he loves somebody else. When there’s something you want very badly, but somebody else just grabs it. Or, there’s something you want to be able to do, and somebody else is able to do it with no effort…Those sort of things.’

‘I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way,’ Mizuki said. ‘Have you?’

‘A lot.’

Mizuki didn’t know what to say. How could a girl like this want anything more in life? She was gorgeous, rich, did well in school and was popular. Her parents doted on her. Mizuki had heard rumors that on weekends she went on dates with a handsome college student. So how on earth could she want for anything more?

‘Like what, for instance?’ Mizuki asked.

‘I’d rather not say,’ Yuko said, choosing her words carefully. ‘Besides, listing all the details here is pointless. I’ve wanted to ask you that for a while—whether you’ve ever felt jealous.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes.’

Mizuki had no idea what this was all about, but made up her mind to answer as honestly as she could. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever that sort of experience,’ she began. ‘I don’t know why, and maybe it’s a little strange if you think about it. I mean, it’s not as if I have tons of confidence, or get everything I want. Actually, there’re lots of things I should feel frustrated about, but for whatever reason, that hasn’t made me feel jealous of other people. I wonder why.’

Yuko Matsunaka smiled faintly. ‘I don’t think jealousy has much of a connection with real, objective conditions. So that if you’re fortunate you’re not jealous, but if life hasn’t blessed you, you are jealous. Jealousy doesn’t work that way. It’s more like a tumor secretly growing inside us that gets bigger and bigger beyond all reason. Even if you find out it’s there, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It’s like saying people who are fortunate don’t get tumors, while people who’re unhappy get them more easily—that isn’t true, is it? It’s the same thing.’

Mizuki listened without saying anything. Yuko hardly ever had so much to say at one time.

‘It’s hard to explain what jealousy is to someone who’s never felt it. One thing I do know is, it’s not easy living with it. It’s like carrying around your small version of hell, day after day. You should be thankful you’ve never felt that way.’

~~~HARUKI MURAKAMI

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Nobody lives a perfect life on earth. While it is healthy to look up to those above us and aspire to emulate or at least level up with them, let us not forget that there are those who are below us—those that reminds us to be grateful we are not living a hard life the way they do. We must be thankful for everything God has given us. Let not jealousy eat us from our core, because before we know it eats us wholly until nothing has left of us.

Ken Zhu's second album

*this was released early this year. i'm still looking for a store that actually sells his CD. wala 'ata sa Mindanao eh. badtrip.


***drool*** so adorable***

Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Literature & Fiction
Author:	Haruki Murakami

It is basically a collection of Murakami’s 24 fictional short stories that tells about unusual characters and events that brings true-to-life messages. I love how he captures mundane everyday life experiences, the littlest unnoticeable emotions and strange occurrences that make one dig out what is inside of himself and realize his true worth. He also interpreted the meaning of dreams, hidden feelings, unspoken wishes and forbidden physical relationships. I particularly liked the romantic Greek exile of lovers who are both committed to their respective spouses; they went to a Greek island where no single soul knows them to start anew. I also liked the story of a brilliant student who after going to the university learned that there were many realities in this world. It’s a huge world, there are lots of different values coexisting, and there’s no need to always be the top student. There’s also a story about making us realize that the most frightening thing in this world is our own self. What do you think?

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Parenting & Families
Author:	Rebecca Wells

I included this in my most-fave books. =) The naughtiness of this four girls—Vivi, Caro, Teensy and Necie—is so much fun! They grew up and grew old together. I liked that they didn’t separate their ways even after marriage and they have their own special friendship rituals; they dealt with each one’s struggles—death of a loved one, raising up kids, marital conflicts—together. Their sincerity, love and truthfulness fueled their friendship, devoid of insecurity and jealousy because they know that each one of them has a peculiarly unique characteristic. After finishing the book, I sat down and ponder about my friends. Who can be Vivi, Caro, Teensy or Necie in my circle of friends? Who am I among them? I think I am lot more like Necie, the one who could sense a boundary around her and did her best not to step over the line.