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Imagine David

>> Wednesday, February 27, 2008

I'm sorry to ruin your birthday Josh, but someone has taken over your throne for the best rendition of "Imagine."

My heart goes to David Archuleta for this season of American Idol. I've never been so crazy about a contestant. This will be the first time.

His version of Imagine made my knees wobble. My jaw literally dropped. I squealed and screamed "I LOVE YOUUUU!!!" in front of the TV. I hope my screams would fly all the way to America.

He has talent. His voice is a genius. He is an angel.

Thank you to Vit, I am now an arch angel.

I have no words for this kid. All I can say is "oh. my. god."

Dude, you have to see these videos. These are pre-Idol videos. See how good he is.

1. Imagine is his favorite song. He sang Imagine when he was 13 on TV.

If you think it's brilliant, you're gonna love his Idol version. Thank you to the person who did a quick upload of it. The arrangement is wonderful. I'm so gonna get mad at America if they don't make David the American Idol.

2. plus points for him! He plays the piano so damn well.

I would LOOOOOOVE to post all David videos here just to show how great he is. Fine, I'll post one last. Before that, read my ym convo with Trish. Imagine this in font size 27.

Trish: ano to panlaban kay josh?
yumipitz: actually i don't know who to choose na
yumipitz: ang ganda ng version
Trish: oh my god yumi
Trish: oh
Trish: my
Trish: god
Trish: panlaban nga kay josh
yumipitz: HE'S DOOMED
Trish: oh joooooosssshhhhhhh... you've got competition
Trish: SHIT!!!!
Trish: MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trish: *DIES*
Trish: i want to hug daviiiiid
yumipitz: OOOPS
yumipitz: =))
Trish: OH MY
Trish: JOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trish: (he's right here beside me, lagot ka yums)
Trish: YUMI
Trish: JOSH GROBAN!?!?!
yumipitz: YES.
Trish: OH MY GOD!

And for the video.

3. Oh holy night. I know it's late for a Christmas song, but for a David, the song's gonna be timeless.

I can't wait for his album to come out because I'm sooooooooo going to buy one.



>> Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I don't know if you read my blog. But if you do, this is for you.

by Corrinne May

What's wrong, whats getting you down
Is it something I might have said?
You're walking around
with your head to the ground
and your eyes are watery red

I know you've been through rough times
Kicked around, thrown to the ground
but you've always been the strong one
So don't tell me that nobody gets you
'cause I'm standing in your corner
Knocking at tour door
You don't have to be alone

Just call my name
Let me be an answer
'cause it hurts me to see you this way
I wanna ease your pain
Help me understand
Let me be your shelter my friend

We share a bond
You and I we belong
We're like coffee and morning trains
You strip my defenses
I catch your pretenses
The same blood runs through our veins
I swore I'd be your lifeline
Made a vow that I'd surround you with love at every milestone
I'll listen when nobody gets you
I'm still standing in your corner
Waiting by your door
You don't have to be alone

Just call my name
Let me be an answer
'cause it hurts me to see you this way
I wanna ease your pain
Help me understand
Let me be your shelter my friend

It was not too long ago
You sought to understand
You helped me mend
Remember when
So promise me you'll

Call my name
Let me be an answer
'cause it hurts me to see you this way
I wanna ease your pain
Help me understand
Let my be your shelter my friend


to the APO: moar moar!

>> Sunday, February 24, 2008

"Tonight, you will be devirginized by the APO."

I was one of the many people who clapped when the APO asked who were the first-timers. Ok wait, lemme rephrase that. Erase, erase, rewind, rewind. Let's do it in script style.

APO: Sino yung mga first time na nakanood ng show namin? Pumalakpak naman kayo diyan! (Who are the people who watched us for the first time? Clap your hands!)
(a lot of people clapped)
APO: Aba, mga first-timers. Naiintindihan ko pa yung mga bata, pero may nakikita pa akong matatanda. 39 years na kaming nagsshow, ngayon niyo lang kami napanod? Ano yon, ngayon lang kayo pinayagang lumabas ng mga magulang niyo? O ganon katagal kayong nagipon para sa concert na ito? (Hey, we have first timers! I can still understand the attendance of the youth, but I see old people clapping their hands. We're 39 years in the business, and this is the first time you saw us perform? Is it because you were only allowed by your parents to watch now? Or it took you that long to save for this concert?)

It was my first time to watch a whole show of the APO. For those who aren't familiar with them (*gasp* you haven't heard of the APO! Oh, you're not Filipino. Wait, you are? From what planet did you come from and you haven't heard of them? Anyway, moving on.) APO is composed by Danny, Buboy and Jim. Waaay back in their high school years, they formed a singing group. It was originally AHS (initials of their school, Ateneo High School), then later changed it to Apo Hiking Society. From then on, they were known as the Apo. They have done over 26 albums in the span of 36 years.

Enough of the history, let's go back to Friday. What's up with Friday? It was their concert, (duh, that's why I'm writing about it now) and we got the chance to see them on stage. Live and alive!

They're amazing (wow of course you know that. Musical geniuses like them won't have two tribute albums in a year if they weren't that great). I've heard their songs on the radio or I've seen them on tv. And seeing them perform live just made me an instant fangirl. Some performers only sound so perfect on cd. Live performances aren't consistent, there would be some stray notes somewhere along their song. But for the APO, they sounded way way way (WAY WAY WAY MIKEY WAY! Ok, random and sooo not connected) better live. Their performance didn't show their age. It showed their maturity. Maturity in professionalism, maturity in their spiels (oh I'd tell you, some of their punch lines are for the mature audience), and maturity in their passion.

Performers like them are timeless. The wonderful thing about them is that they weren't scared of injecting the pop culture to their songs. They did a medley of their songs, where they sang it to the tune of popular performers. They danced and sang to the style of Beyonce, a rock band, and even those hip hop artists. Imagine your tito singing his favorite old-timer song to Beyonce. Only a cool uncle would be willing to shake bootays to it. Yes, APO did shake some bootays. Shake, shake, shake!

The secret to their group is how they connected to the audience. That's what the bands nowadays lack. APO didn't need any hosts, they were the hosts of their own shows. Their spiels were hilarious. They knew how to tickle the funny bone of the general audience. No fancy schmancy dances, no back up singers. It's just the band, them, and the audience. There were concerts that I've watched with big screens on the walls just in case you couldn't see the performers. They didn't need it. You can see them perform just by listening to them. Their voices gave so much emotion that you'd bawl your eyes out while laughing.

I realized that I knew a lot of APO songs. That's how I am, I know a song but I don't know who the artist of that song. It was the same with their songs. I kept on going, "Ahhh. APO pala yan."

Ew. Why am I talking like a fan girl? Oh wait, I AM a fan! I can't believe I stood up after their show and shouted "More, More!" until they came out and did an encore.

APO will make you laugh. It made me feel good after an overwhelming, teary, cry-cry Friday morning.


final goodbye

>> Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Today is the final dance of our dear friend, Zara.

We will miss you Tuna.

I'm already past denial and have accepted the loss. It's still unbelievable that a young spirit like her will not be present anymore on earth, but I have learned to bury all my questions about her death. The Creator will deal with this, and I leave it all up to Him. That includes my emotions.


What Teachers Make

>> Sunday, February 17, 2008

I posted a picture at the community and I got a wonderful and inspirational story from frodomyhero. Thanks for this!

This is for all the teachers out there.

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.

One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"

He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach."

To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?"

Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...)

"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.

You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)

''I make kids wonder.

I make them question.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.

I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn't everything.

I make them read, read, read.

I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in the United States of America.

Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life."

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant... You want to know what I make?

I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make Mr. CEO?"

His jaw dropped, he went silent.


a day in school

>> Saturday, February 16, 2008

To veer my mind away from the very sad news I received a few days ago, I took out my camera and raided my toy cabinet. My Playmobile set is still in tiptop shape so I asked them to model for me. They were patient enough to help me with my photography, since I didn't have other people to shoot. They're people too, only in plastic. That will do.

Wanna go for a ride?

back to school! another day in the life of a mentor

The rest of the pictures are in my flickr. You can also check my deviant art.


jedida_fish, our fish in the water

>> Friday, February 15, 2008

I didn't know that one Sunday in January would be the last time I spoke to her.

It was one Sunday and I was walking to the washroom. Someone from behind kicked my leg and tries to trip me. I turned around and saw her mischievous face. She smirked.

I placed my hands on her shoulder and did a strangling gesture. We both walked to the washroom in smiles. She was in her dance clothes, and was holding an extra shirt.

Me: Howaryooo two-na? (I called her Tuna.)
Tuna: Ti-errrd. Kakagaling lang namin ng Makati.
Me: You performed?
Tuna: Yeaaaaaaaah. Gosh Yumi, you're getting old.
Me: Heh, so are you.
Tuna: But you're still gonna be older than me. And I'm still taller than you.
Me: Salamat ha. (we both laugh)

We parted ways and I went back to the Sunday Service. It was the last conversation we had for the day. It was the last for eternity.

I was really shocked when Liza broke the news to me this morning. It couldn't be real. Tuna of all people would go ahead of me. Tuna, the ms hyperactive, ever perky person, and fashionable girl. Tuna, whom I've known since she was a kid.

Wake me up from this nightmare, it cannot be.

Liza and I went to her burial yesterday at Arlington. The place was filled with friends and family, most of them church friends. Tears welled up in my eyes when I hugged her mom. All she could say was, "Wala na si Zara. Wala na si Zara." It wasn't the best time to ask what happened to her. I didn't want to know because I wanted her back.

I'm still in the denial stage. The person inside the coffin did not look like her. Her face was long, old and withered. Her lips were pressed together in an expressionless face. I wasn't used to that. I knew her as a smiling kid, just like the photograph on top of her resting place. Her fingers were bony. Everything was just wrong. She shouldn't be there. She should be with us, laughing and smiling at the world.

Asking why would lead me to a dead end. I'll never know God's reason for taking her this early. I'm not mad at God because He knows more than all the accusations and questions we have in our minds. I'm just sad that she had to go too early.

I'll miss you Tuna. I'll miss your face in church, your one-liners, your besos when we see each other after Sunday services. I will miss your "hoys" when you pop out from an invisible status in ym. We love you so much. See you in heaven ok? Just wait for me, I'll stick around for a while. :)

Jedida Zara T. Divino
June 3, 1989 - February 13, 2008


Black Saves

>> Monday, February 11, 2008

Setting your homepage with Blackle saves energy.

How is Blackle saving energy?

Blackle was created by Heap Media to remind us all of the need to take small steps in our everyday lives to save energy. Blackle searches are powered by Google Custom Search.

Blackle saves energy because the screen is predominantly black. "Image displayed is primarily a function of the user's color settings and desktop graphics, as well as the color and size of open application windows; a given monitor requires more power to display a white (or light) screen than a black (or dark) screen." Roberson et al, 2002

In January 2007 a blog post titled Black Google Would Save 750 Megawatt-hours a Year proposed the theory that a black version of the Google search engine would save a fair bit of energy due to the popularity of the search engine. Since then there has been skepticism about the significance of the energy savings that can be achieved and the cost in terms of readability of black web pages.

We believe that there is value in the concept because even if the energy savings are small, they all add up. Secondly we feel that seeing Blackle every time we load our web browser reminds us that we need to keep taking small steps to save energy.

How can you help?

We encourage you to set Blackle as your home page. This way every time you load your Internet browser you will save a little bit of energy. Remember every bit counts! You will also be reminded about the need to save energy each time you see the Blackle page load.

Help us spread the word about Blackle by telling your friends and family to set it as their home page. If you have a blog then give us a mention. Or put the following text in your email signature: "Blackle.com - Saving energy one search at a time".

Have a look at our energy saving tips page for ideas on steps you can take to save energy.

There are a lot of great web sites about saving energy and being more environmentally friendly. They are full of great tips covering the little things that we can all do to make a difference today. Try Blackling "energy saving tips" or visit treehugger.com a great blog dedicated to environmental awareness.


which musical?

>> Sunday, February 10, 2008

Which Broadway musical are you?

You are RENT.Passionate, full of life, and living La Vie Boheme, you are a joy to be around. People are over the moon for you. You love or dream of living in the big city. You live for art, rock and roll, and opera. You love going out (tonight). You live for today. Welcome to the Alphabet City avant garde.
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reputation gone

>> Thursday, February 07, 2008

My reputation is destroyed.

I'm supposed to be this girl who doesn't like rock music. The girl who places "anything but rock music" under "Favorite music" in her Friendster profile.

Favorite band: Orchestra (yes, I actually placed those in slum books when I was in grade school)
Favorite singer: Josh Groban

See, the mellow ones! Not the kind of music that would make your heart pound with all the ridiculously fast drum beats.

*Points a bony finger at Bella Way* Wa-wait, but it was a fat finger yesterday!

This cannot be! I shouldn't be ogling and drooling over Mikey Way (and now, Frank Iero). They're sweaty, their hair is all over the place, and they lie on the floor while strumming their guitars. They're part of this screamy, rock band name My Chemical Romance.

I shouldn't be saying, "Fire me up!" to a guy who kisses Gerard Way. I shouldn't be singing along to "Teenagers," quoting the "Ghost of You," or even watching "I Don't Love You!"

I shouldn't be dreaming of Frank wrapping his arms around me. I shouldn't be dreaming of his hair. I shouldn't be remembering the hug from my dreams.

But here I am, begging for Frank and Mikey pictures from the Bella Way. Here I am, talking for hours with the Bella, with only one topic, My Chemical Romance. Here I am, laughing at the poor and sorry state I am in. Here I am, contradicting the very music I was supposed to hate.

The world has come to an end! *Drops to the ground*

Bella Way, this is all your fault! You and your husband has ended my angelic (HA! HA! HA! Yeah right.) profile!



a time quickie

"You are breakfasty, like a pile of pancakes on a Sunday morning that have just the right amount of syrup, so every bite is sweet perfection and not a soppy mess. You are a glass of orange juice that's cool, refreshing, and not overly pulpy. You are the time of day that's just right for turning the pages of a newspaper, flipping through channels, or clicking around online to get a sense of how the world changed during the night. You don't want to stumble sleepily through life, so you make a real effort to wake your brain up and get it thinking. You feel inspired to accomplish things (whether it's checking something off your to-do list or changing the world), but there's plenty of time for making things happen later in the day. First, pancakes."

mm-hmmm, pancakes. I need to go to bed. Now.

Happy Chinese New Year!

And Happy 95th birthday to my great grand aunt!



>> Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I miss the Ateneo chapel. When I was in college, I would visit the chapel in the solitary hours of the night. The chapel would be dark, only lit by the candles on the podium and the moonlight entering the windows. Most, if not all, of the students have gone home and nature dominates the noise. The rustling of the leaves, the cool breeze, the occasional chirping of the crickets from the distance. God's presence was overpowering me, reminding me that He is there.

There is something about Catholic chapels that give me peace. I like chapels that do not have too much idols in them because they give me the shivers. The reason why I like the Ateneo chapel is that there's only one cross. There are no images and no statues. If there was one, it was inside the adoration chapel (I only entered that room during a retreat, once and maybe the last). Anyone can enter, may that person be a Catholic or not. There are no locks on the door. It's the most welcoming room in the whole school.

I miss going to a chapel. I may not be a Catholic but I always feel that God is near when I enter a chapel. I love huge Catholic churches. The echoes that bounce off the domes feels like God is speaking in a booming voice. Nature is present, as birds make nests in the chandeliers and little notches in the walls. There's something to oldness that awakens the spirit of God.


writing cancer

>> Saturday, February 02, 2008

Trish sent me music sheets for My Chemical Romance's song, Cancer. It's my most favorite song by the band. The lyrics are really a tear-jerker, and it's mellow compared to their other songs. Cancer is one of their few songs that aren't upbeat and rock-ish.

Turn away,
If you could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not kiss you,
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.


So anyway, when I got to see the music sheets, I was overjoyed that it wasn't that complicated to play. But my printer was not cooperating, I couldn't print the music sheets.

Because I wanted to play cancer, guess what little miss me did?

I copied the music sheet onto a blank one. Yes, note per note.

Don't mind the first line. They're notes for the National Anthem. I didn't want to waste musical sheets, so I wrote them on the next line.

After spending an hour copying Cancer from my computer, I went down to the piano room to give it a try. I played for 3 times, before I got the tune to it. I hummed to the song, because I forgot the lyrics. It's a sign that I haven't been listening to MCR for a long time.

I found musical sheets for Disenchanted and Teenagers. I don't want to copy them because there are more notes, unlike Cancer, which was easier to copy because of the chords. I guess I'll have to wait for the printer to be fixed before I play the other songs.


Hold your breath

>> Friday, February 01, 2008

Even if I'm comfortable with my laps, I'm lazy to add to them. I broke my promise of adding 10 laps every time I feel that my sets are getting easy to accomplish.

To make up for it, I tried something different. My stroke habit is that I take a breath after four strokes. One after gliding in the water, then one after every four strokes. All in all, it takes me three breaths before I reach the other end. Last Wednesday, after taking one breath on my glide, I didn't breathe again. I pushed myself until the other end of the pool without taking my routinely breath.

It's actually possible! I was already struggling when I used my paddles because of the extra effort I gave. The paddles use up my energy, in exchange for a faster swim speed. I had to hold my breath for 13 strokes. Lung power!

Surprisingly, my strokes with the paddles went smoothly. I sometimes do a wrong stroke entrance during freestyle. I'm supposed to cut through the water by letting the tips of my fingers enter the water first. If I don't pay attention (or pay too much attention), I tend to slap the water palm first. It's a bad stroke because the hands push on the water, creating more pressure on the muscles, and lessening the strength of the stroke. I lose more power when I have the paddles and do the stroke incorrectly. Last Wednesday, I didn't slap the water. Cool.

I'll try that technique again on Monday. Or maybe try adding another 10. NAAAAAAAAAAAH...


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