Thursday Thirteen #1

Thirteen Songs on My Funeral

(Just click the artist's name to get to the lyrics and press the mini play button to listen to the song)

1. Welcome to the Black Parade by
   
   
   
   I'm seriously having doubts with this song already. First of all, it's not one of my all-time favorites, although I currently love it and it seems pefect for the occasion. After some time, I'd probably slash this off my list. I guess it's just a spur of the moment thing. I don't know.


2. Will You Wait For Me by
   
   
   
   This song was from when I was in elementary school. I was 10 or 11 then. I don't like the artist 'coz he looks gay (haha!) but this song is just so touching and the piano background is wonderful.
   


3. Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely by




It's just a sad sad song...I included boyband songs here 'coz hey, I'm dead. Who'd care? I have the right to be corny. I'm dead!


4. Angel by
   
   
   
   I chose Westlife's version because as I said, I'd be dead by that time and I want my favorite bands, however cheesy or corny they may be, to have a part in that. This is a very moving song. The melody is just sweetly melancholic. Of course, the voice of Shane is just oh so beautiful.


5. I Dare You to Move by
   
   
   
   I love Switchfoot. They're a Christian band but their songs are wonderful. This is one of my favorite songs by them. The energy of the chorus part is invigorating. It's like pushing you do step up and face the world. A challenge.


6. Until the Time is Through by
   
   
   
   Yes, another cheesy boyband. I didn't love this band, but they had a few nice songs and I wonder why I have two of their albums...I blame teenage hormones) This particular song, however, is special. It's a song from when I was twelve, in my 5th year in elementary. It was the height of the boyband era then. And it was when I met my closest friends. This is kind of a friends song for me. I remember that time when I listen to this song. It was such a wonderfully weird time. Lots of downs and crazy rollercoasters. It was a blast!


7. Thank God I Found You by
   
   
   
   Another one of my friends song. Here, the boyband was 98 Degrees. It is a good song. I do thank God that I found my friends. Looking back now, I don't know what 'd be doing without them. We used to sing this when they hung out here in my room. ANd I remember us singing this in our class Christmas party! Embarrassing!


8. See You When You Get There by
   
   
   
   I can't remember when I heard this song. All I know is I was pretty young, around 9 or ten, I think. I heard this in my brother's room. I think he was watching MTV. It's a very meaningful song. I'm not into rap/ hip-hop, but this one is good.


9. Iris by
   
   
   
   
   One of the classics of my time. Beautiful piece of art.


10. I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by
    
    
    
    
    My favorite Aerosmith song. I'm not that into their kind of rock, but this one is just...great. Moving. Awesome. It's also a friends song. Armageddon showed when I was around 12. That year was just full of...you know, thingies worth remembering.


11. Everybody Hurts by
    
    
    
    Heard this song way way back. Came across it again a few months ago when i was in a depressed state and searching for sad songs that aren't suicidal. It is a truthful song. It may sound sad but as the lyrics go, "Hold on.." I's nice for a funeral, right?


12. You Belong to Me by
    
    
    
    Another favorite band. I love Lifehouse. They're a low-key band who have awesome songs. I like their sound. My favorite Lifehouse song is Hanging by a Moment but it's too upbeat for the occasion. This song however, is perfect. It's tender yet full of feeling. You can hear the emotion in the words and the melody.


13. Let That Be Enough by
    
    
    
    This is my favorite Switchfoot song. It's a prayer. I was really low at this time. Like I said with REM, I was searching for sad unsuicidal songs and came across this one. It's a very simple song asking for strength to move on. It's asking for guidance when things seem hopeless. When I get really down, I just listen to this song or sing it over and over again. It helps a lot, I swear.

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TV Show Dreams

As the first day of my second semester draws nearer, I bum around more and more. I sleep for like, twelve hours a day, I think. I just want to sleep all my sleepiness away because my schedule for this semester is just horrible. My mom and my brother said that as I move up a year level, my schedule would clear up. It's exactly the opposite. I have classes the whole day on Mondays and Fridays 9:30-4:30pm. Tuesdays and Thursdays are bearable from 7:30am(which sucks, 'coz I'm NOT a morning person) to 1:30pm. Wednesdays are the best because I only have classes from 9:30-12:30pm. That's a kind of rest day, in the middle of the week. We still have NSTP on Saturdays so it pretty much sucks in general.

Anyway, I've been watching a lot of TV shows (which I'm watching on this computer, so should I call them computer shows? Okay, scratch that. It's too stupid.) As a result, I've been dreaming of these shows. They're happening to me, like a show salad. The most recent one I watched was Weeds, and I dreamt of that Andy guy there who was being chased by the convicts of Prison Break. It's all crazy!

I'm trying to remember the other details. I'm pretty sure there's a bit of Desperate Housewives and Lost there, and definitely Supernatural, and maybe Ghost Hunters.

Happy Wednesday!

Back to the Cemetery

I've just been from the cemetery again this morning to sort of celebrate my grandmum's first death anniversary. Wasn't that much fun. It hasn't even been a week since I was last there. And it was another three hours of second hand smoke. I tell you, when I reach 30, I'd probably lose a lung to lung cancer or something because of that.

Anyway, the village of the dead isn't all bad. It's actually a nice place. It' s windy most of the time, which is cool because I'd rather that than scorching hot. It's also a very tranquil place. (What do you expect from the dead community right? Unless there's some psycho serial killer ghost whose afterlife ambition is to bring with him every living person that touches the cemetery grounds). It's very clean and has a nice landscaping. The streets actually have names and there are mausoleums of different sizes. My grandparents' are sort of in the Wisteria Lane of Death Valley or something. The big houses are there.

Actually, I want to be buried under the shade of a huge tree with a kick ass tombstone. Although that's a pretty tall order in this country. One reason is that cemetery real estate is really really expensive. (Dying is really expensive. We should all just opt for being shipped out to sea on a wooden raft, like in the olden times. Without the flaming arrow being shot to you and you being barbecued dead. That's like, a double death. And I'm not for cremation. I mean, you don't even know if you're going to hell or not and yet you already burned. That's like hell before hell, if you're going to hell.) So if I want a huge shade over there, I'd have to buy a huge lot, which will cost me about 3 million pesos, and I have to get that now, if I want a huge tree to be standing there by the time I die. Trees take a long time to grow that old and big.

But it is nice in my grandparents' cemetery. The grass are always well trimmed. I'd like to live in a place like that someday. Preferably with living people, you know, but of course, I'd also want to be laid to rest in a peaceful place like that.

I'm not changing my mind about that kick ass tombstone though. I'm not a mausoleum person, but I'm kind of consideering a small one just for the toilet. I don't want my future family and friends to suffer the public cemetery restrooms, which are just that dreadful. Or maybe it's just during November 1sts? Still. A private restroom is way better. More convenient, especially if you have to do a number 2. Of course, they also need a roof to jump under when it starts pouring or when the darn sun is just too hot.

Hmm. I'm gonna think about that.

Also, I want my funeral to not be that bland and ritualistic. To start it off, I want unconventional music to be played. I'm thinking of hiring a band. I've already decided on a song actually. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. I'm not into that band, but I absolutely love that song. I was also thinking about Angel by Sarah McLachlan. I don't wanna use all those cliche funeral songs, although maybe I'd use one for maximum effect (howling and tears, all that).

Hmm. I'm gonna make my funeral playlist later.

About that four letter word

Here's something I recieved thru SMS from one of my friends:

Somebody once asked me, "How do you hold love?"
I answered, "With your hands wide open, your palms facing up, and with your heart ready to let go and let the other grow."
And that somebody asked, "What if it hurts you?'
I smiled wistfully and said, "Then it means you're doing it right."

I'm not really trying to say something really life changing or insightful here. I just agree that love hurts. It sucks. Well, not entirely. There's the love of your family and friends; those are good. But what I'm talking about is falling in love. It's awful. Especially if you give all your love, but that person just doesn't want you. It's just the worst thing ever, hoping that that person would feel the same way too. You keep hoping and reading into things too much, taking every little gesture as a sign of something else, some reciprocal feeling. Then you get all giddy and wide-eyed at the prospect of finally getting to him, of finally being seen as you see that person. And then you try to get closer because you assume you could, after all those little things you thought were affection, just to find yourself knocking against that same wall that is friendship, the same wall that's been blocking you, confining you in that room of his heart, the room labelled "FRIENDS ONLY".

And here's a song that is perfect for all the people out there that are in the same stand as I am right now about love, about falling in love, that love: IT'S CRAP.

Love hurts, love scars,
Love wounds, and marks,
Any heart, not tough,
Or strong, enough
To take a lot of pain,
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

I'm young, I know,
But even so
I know a thing, or two
I learned, from you
I really learned a lot,
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts

Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves I guess
They're not fooling me

I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie,
Made to make you blue
Love hurts, ooh,ooh love hurts
Ooh,ooh love hurts

Everybody Knows A Mike

I got that line from an episode of Desperate Housewives.

I think this is actually true. Maybe not completely, but about 99% true. I thought about it (which just shows that I have absolutely nothing better to do) and I think that everyone I know knows a Mike, may that Mike be a friend, an acquaitance, a relative, or someone famous. Although a few may prefer to be refered to as Michael. Still, they're a Mike.

My dad's youngest brother is named Michael. I call him Uncle Mike, so basically everyone on my dad's side of the family knows a Mike. I have a cousin on my mum's side named Michael. My friend's ex-boyfriend (that relationship lasted for only 24 hours...or less) so they probably all know a Mike. Our present First Gentleman is called Mike, although his name is Jose Miguel. So basically, the whole country knows a Mike.

Of course, there are some countries who use names of their own language like China and Japan and Russia and India. But still, the ever famous Mikes make up for that. There's Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson...

Basically everyone knows a Mike.

In heaven, there's Michael the Archangel, who probably is also known by the beings burning down under.

So yeah, everyone does know a Mike.

Harry the Pumpkin!

Okay, so I know it's a day late, but I bet there's lots of you who still have the Halloween spirit!!!

I made this Harry Potter Pumpkin yesterday. He looks so happy, doesn't he?

I just found out that there's a whole myriad of these flash thingies out there, which are so cool, like the DRAW PLAY I mentioned in the previous post. They're just fun!

Anyway, I got up at 6:15 this morning. I didn't sleep a wink. We had to get to the cemetery right away 'coz traffic's heavy on holidays like this. We did get there early alright. For the first time, we were the first ones there. My dad didn't bring the key to the mausoleum and my mum had to go real bad so I had to suffer ten minutes of disgusting public cemetery toilet ambiance.

All I can say is, it was boring to death, those three hours we spent there. I had fun lighting the candles though. And I also appreciate the compliments for my earrings and shoes.

Right before we left, got stuck doing candle duty. This one wasn't fun at all. I had to sit in front of a dozen big ass candles and light the ones that go off. The strong blasts of wind from outside wasn't helping at all.

I was at the verge of screamin "WILL SOMEBODY SHUT THAT DAMN DOOR?!" when my brother called me to get up.

We're leaving at last.

I slept right away when I got home. I woke up about four hours ago. And now...here I am.

Facing another month of NaNoWriMo.

I've no idea what to write!

"Celeb Look-alikes"

http://www.myheritage.com

Halle Berry and Kristin KreuK? Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!! I WISH!!!

http://www.myheritage.com

JoJo?!

http://www.myheritage.com

Okay, recap:

Out of the three tests I took, the top three celebs that I most look like (although I really don't...?!) are...

1. Christina Ricci
2. Katie Holmes
3. Kristin Kreuk

I just wish. Really, I wish. Except Christina Ricci... I don't have a humongous forehead.

Draw Play

I was blog surfing a few minutes ago (while watching SAW, which I didn't quite understand yet again) and saw this game DRAW PLAY. All you do is draw a line for your ickle li'l mummy so that it could reach the flag and go to the next level.

Sounds easy, doesn't it?

At first, it was. Then you get these obstacles -->saws<-- (coincidence, isn't it?) and some even rotating. I think there are 20 levels in all, I didn't count, but there were a lot. There's a trick to elevate the mummy. Well, it's not really a trick at all. He-he. Just try it, it's fun!

Here's the link: DRAW PLAY

And the screencap:

Happy Halloween Everyone!!!

Hey, at last! The day I've been waiting for has come!

It's a HUGE let down though. Trick or treating isn't really practiced in this country, which sucks a lot. Only residents of elite villages do that because:

1.) It's safe to go house to house there due to tight security - they're millionaires for goodness' sake, they need that much security

2.) They have the money to buy lotsa candies and make costumes and decorations.

Living in a third world country sucks, and not celebrating Halloween is one of the biggest reasons for me. We celebrate November 1st more, All Saints Day. It's when we visit our dead in the cemeteries. I'm not really sure if other countries celebrate All Saints Day as much as we Filipinos do.

Of course, there's an up side. Tv shows doing specials on supernatural/paranormal stuff and all. But they're not that good. I don't know, things were a lot scarier when I was younger. There aren't much specials nowadays. It's like they've ran out of ghost stories to tell. I miss the Magandang Gabi Bayan days when Noli de Castro (presently our Vice Pesident) is the host and he stands there with a foggy cemetery as a background as he tells these true-to-life encounters of people with the paranormal. Although the reenactments were so obviously fake (the ghosts and stuff), it still has this impact on me. Now it's gone, and no other shows can take its place (I've watched every show doing a Halloween special. They all suck. One came close, but still not close enough.)

All they're showing right now are the usual local soaps and reality shows. I couldn't care less about what's happening with Pinoy Dream Academy and whatever else they're showing. I hate it. That's why I downloaded lots of scary movies. At least they'll squeeze out a scream or two from me.

Anyway, Saw is on Star Movies now. And Cinema One is showing Filipino horror movies (some are actually funny!)

Later!

P.S. I'm glad the moon's half full now. :) Am expecting to see Harry flying over it tonight. :)

Harry Becomes A Man

And the whole cast, too, actually.

I haven't been updated with Harry news for some time now. Been busy with school. I've been primed by an email from Mugglenet to go visit that world that I leave behind when I choose to live in reality. So I went to Mugglenet, and found a whole lot of new Order of the Phoenix photos.

I've seen a few in the past months, stolen shots here and there. But these official hi-res photos reveal the fact that the kids (okay, I'm not too old. I'm the same age as the guy that plays Malfoy!) are growing up fast. There's a re-run of Sorcerer's Stone last night on a local channel (because it's Halloween season). Remembering their innocent faces in that film, it's amazing how much they've matured over the years. I've literally watched them grow up, and even grow up with them.

The Weasley twins are so manly now that it's kind of hard to believe that they're supposed to play seventeen or eighteen year-olds. Still, their wacky antics are perfect for the characters. Hermione has grown beautifully. Neville's weight loss can't be denied anymore. Ron seemed to have been stretched vertically. Basically everybody's grown taller! Dan's, on the other hand, most noticeable change for me is his face. Really. He really looks like a man now (okay, almost). He used to have chubby cheeks back in SS and now...just take a look at these pictures. (Click them to view larger version)



Luna Lovegood is pretty, too. :)

Here's Umbridge in her creepy little pink office...


Three more movies to go, and only a book left to wait for...then all of this will end. Harry Potter will be over. I'm not saying that the fandom will die. No. I will forever be a fan, and so will millions of people out there. I'm just sad that there'll be nothing to look forward to anymore. What will Mugglenet do now? What will the HP Sleuths analyze?

It's hard to see the end, harder to get over it, too. I've been living in the Potter world for six years already. And I can really say that I grew up with Harry Potter. I've found my home in Hogwarts, a home where I'm just like everyone else, not some wackjob who believes in witches and flying brooms and magic. I really wish I lived there, you know? Even though there's Voldemort - the epitome of evil - residing there, I'd still take it. At least they only have one, unlike over here in reality, there are several Voldemorts who don't care about anyone else but having power.