The Ocean of My Being

Classical and instrumental music have been my favorite kinds of music ever since I learned to appreciate music other than the songs we learned in class back in Grade School. Beautiful music always gives me the feeling of euphoria or what most would call "high." This is the reason why I usually don’t like other people (especially people who don’t know me much) to see me when I "really" listen to music. I go nuts while listening to MY kind of music. Good thing most people my age don’t really like the kind of music I love listening to. :) Music is one of the things that are sure to make me cry. I used to get teased a lot because of this (well, I still do). Music makes me want to close my eyes, spread my hands and just be free from everything. My senses become alive when I hear beautiful music. When I watch movies, music is one of the most important things I consider. Maybe I was a musician in my past life, I don’t know. All I know is that music resides in my ...

My special thanks go to Balbonics and Adam for the questions they posted. I chose to answer the questions of both " posters " (is this actually the right term?) because, well, they're the only ones I got. Hehehe:) Not that I expect many people read my blog, but the idea of getting questions got me quite excited. Anyway, here are my answers. Adam's questions: 1. Why the name BabyPink? -- I chose BabyPink because I love PINK (My favorite shade is baby pink . You know, like sweet, light pink.) and BABY is one of my favorite words in the world. Oh, and, well, I love babies. :) 2. If you could be a cartoon character, who would you be? -- Disney's Mulan... :) 3. If you won a million US$, what would you do with it? -- I'll give half to my parents, a quarter to charity, and the rest I'll use to buy things that I've always wanted and gifts for my family and friends.:) 4. Would you rather have a man who loves you but whom you don't love or a man whom...

There's this blog chain that has caught my attention. It goes like this, you ask me five questions . These questions can be of any kind, but, it would be more fun if they were really weird and out of this world . You can ask anything, from the color of my favorite blanket to what's under my bed. Just shoot! After I pick the best ones, I shall post the answers on this blog and I also get to ask the person/s (the "poster" of the chosen questions) five questions, which s/he will also answer on his/her blog. S/he will, of course, have to ask his/her readers to do the same so the chain would continue. :) Thanks! (You can post your questions on my Comment/ Pink Thoughts Board.)

I have seen almost all our local stars here in the Philippines. Sometimes I love to look at them, sometimes I couldn't care less. I have always thought of our stars as ordinary people with extraordinary jobs. While I am a movie fan and I love to hear stories and controversies about our stars, I've never really been the "shriekin' fan" (except, of course, if we're talking about Hideaki Takizawa, Denzel Washington, Ken Zhu (of F4), Orlando Bloom, Bernard Palanca, Prince William of Wales, Maksim Mrvica and my ultimate crush - David Trezeguet). Okay, I AM a "shriekin’ fan!" While I am my "fan-y" self, I'd like to write more about it. So, today, I will list down the names of the celebrities who, so far, have had my eye almost go out of their sockets and my mouth drop to the floor, or simply had me starstruck! These are, of course, some of the (few) celebrities I totally love! Well, duh… Oscar Orbos -- I have always, always loved Os...

As I've written in my first blog entry, Ala Paredes is my current "object of admiration" and, in a way, my "muse". She is really something. And, why am I writing all this? Well, because I FINALLY MET HER in person last night! Man, was I ecstatic! I was excited and happy beyond words! After meeting her, I was like floating on air. So, that's how fans feel when they meet their favorite star or celebrity. :O! The story of THE night: I and two of my friends went to the RCBC Plaza to watch Footloose (an Ateneo Blue Rep play). The play was great. Every single one of them (actors) did a swell job! Nobody was willing to be outstaged by another, not even the dancers. The dances were awesome! The music (songs) was great. I cried three times and laughed a gazillion times! It was really good. After the 10 minute intermission, Ala went onstage. It took so much effort to stop myself from shouting in glee. I was so happy I wanted to cry. My friends and I c...

I love reading. I've read unbelievable, hilarious, stupid, and weird stuff. I've read serious, mind-boggling, disturbing kinds of written texts. I've read different articles, books (fiction and non-fiction), stories, poems, blogs, etc. My reading has brought me far and wide. It has enabled me to go around the world, and even outside the world. I love reading; it's my favorite thing to do. But, in all my years of reading, nothing prepared me for what I have just read a while ago. It was a news item (from London). I guess nothing would prepare me for such news! I saw it in one of the forums in RBJ , and it totally shocked me! The title, Boy, 15, Raped His Mother , made me feel sick! As I read through the news item, I was just thinking, " God, what is the world coming to? ". I just couldn't believe something this sick could actually happen in 'real' life. I know of the Oedipus syndrome , having read and done a paper on Oedipus in college, b...

1. Flashback The stillness of the night, The eerie silence of dawn Bring thoughts of all things Past, done and left undone! As my heart’s ears listen to The music of silent serenity, And my mind’s eyes see Things invisible and unseen… My soul longs to go- Beyond the chilly blanket Of the dark night and To things past and gone by! 2. I am the Phoenix F rom down the very stretches of mine soul, E ndless thoughts of times great and gone by L ift themselves to where me stands dreaming. I mpatient tears escape to spring upon mine cheeks, C ares of vengeful vanity triumph over me, I rrepressible, I grope to go and show to all T he girl who’ll rise from memory’s bones and ashes, Y esterday, she was down, and yes, that was yesterday!

The past week, I started my new part-time job as an on-line English tutor. What we do is we teach English to Japanese (based in Japan) via the Internet. This can be quite tough since the students fall on different levels. Some can already converse in English pretty well; some could barely understand English. This means that we have a lot of adjusting to do. Having had experience in teaching English, this is not really new to me. I know how difficult it is to teach a second language, especially to reluctant learners. The teacher always has to be up on his/her toe trying to get everyone to participate and learn some basic things at the very least. Basically, I already expected how tough the job might be. But, what really shocked me is the fact that in my new teaching “stint”, I would have to try to change my accent. My accent has never really been a problem, but the Japanese, it seems, want to be taught English by someone who has American accent. I find that quite weird becaus...

I was on my way to work (Yes, I have a new part-time job!) and while the jeepney I was riding was caught in traffic, a little beggar boy got inside and started wiping our feet/shoes with his dirty piece of rag. Afterwards, he waited for people to spare him some coins or probably some left-over food or something. This isn’t really new to me. Having been used to taking the jeepney, cheapest public transportation in the Philippines, I have also become used to seeing sights of this kind. The beggars around Metro Manila would always make me feel either disillusionment in the Philippines, remorse within myself, and/or gratitude to God for not making me a street beggar. But, yesterday afternoon, what caught my attention was the little boy’s disposition. Only one or two of the passengers gave him some coins and another gave him some cookies. He was so happy at what he got that he couldn’t wipe this huge grin off his face. He almost looked funny. He showed his treasure of a cookie to hi...

Aah, 2004!!! My first entry for the year... I sure hope to have more entries, better and more substantial ones at that, this year. I have always kept a journal, but I don't really write as much as I would want to or as often as people I know do. But, I sure do love writing. It's like an escape for me. It's the time when I could just be myself and just pour everything out. And, now that I have found this blogging thing, I really hope to write more. Today, I'd like to write about the past year. A friend of mine told me 2003 was to be my year because I was born on the 23rd of March and 2003 was actually my 23rd year in this world. Now I'm thinking whether it truly was my year or not. Hmmm, what have I done and accomplished during the year? Was it a good year for me? First, I'm going to go back in time... In the early part of the year, I was home. Finally, after two years of being away, I finally went home. For two great and happy months, I was with m...