A light when all other lights go out!

I could write a 500-page essay on the movie Tangled, dissecting, analyzing, annotating and praising each itty bitty tiny detail and element of the film but I’ll restrain myself. I went in search of it because it was my birthday and I wanted a “once-upon-a-time” story that would remind me of things timeless and true. So I got the VCD and it was magical! The movie began with a single drop of sunlight that fell from the sky and into the ground and that formed a single golden flower with magical healing abilities – specifically, that of curing the sick and the injured. Gosh. Only 3 minutes into the movie and I was already captivated. It can’t get any more magical than that, can it? Oh but wait, there’s more! There was adventure! Scaling castle rooftops, flying from house to house on horses’ hooves, fast-paced chases, narrow escapes, falling off cliffs and stumbling into isolated towers in the deep parts of the forest – ha! I was thrilled. And I hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. Th...

I know now what I'm going to do this Valentine's. I'm going to take 25 multi-colored balloons, get a permanent marker, and then write names and messages on each of those balloons and then go to a park or by the beach and release them. Watch them become small, colored dots in the sky, and hope they're not environmentally damaging. Anyone wanna come with? :)

Hey. :) My birthday's not yet over. I have things to say as yet. I've been thinking, now that I'm 25, I'd like to create new traditions now, 'cause I've never had a tradition...unless it's a tradition of boring things...ahehe... I have a list. It's things I'd like to do when it's my birthday. Birthday Wishes/Things I'd like to do when it's my birthday: 1. When it's my birthday, I'm going to watch a fairy tale movie. So last year, on my birthday, I watched Beauty and the Beast with my cousins. It was wonderful. One of Alan Menken's very best. Beauty was also well - beautiful. And you gotta love the lyrics: Tale as old as time True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends unexpectedly... So this year, my birthday wish was to watch Tangled or by default - Camp Rock. Okay, I know Camp Rock is not a fairy tale movie, but it could have done in place of the Rapunzel story. Oh, I watched Tangled. I cried. Happy sappy sigh....

I don't want to mention my age so I think nobody ought to display such gross temerity in reminding me of it...(kidding only). Okay, so, thank you's are in order. First off, thank you to God Almighty for each and every blessing. Second, thank you to my family and third, thank you to everyone who greeted me and to all those whose greets I was not able to read because my old sim is not with me and I haven't disseminated my new number as yet. But I'd like to give a hearty hug to everyone whose greets I did receive today. Thank you so much. Why do I have such nice people like you in my life? Do you exist in every place on the face of the earth or am I just really lucky? So what happened today on my birthday? Well, it rained. It always rains on my birthday whenever it's here in the small O. The sky could never contain its tears of joy. There was food and there were some people. The leche flan was great. Ate Irene is getting better at making food. :) You know its brown to...

Past twelve midnight... Cory: You're still at work? Ceejay: Yep, still at the office... Cory: Omg, what in the world is your job description??? Ceejay the Vampire Slayer??? Ceejay: My job description is to right our IT's wrongs. Wow. Cory: (laughing emoticon) Ceejay the IT Slayer! Lol. Later in the evening... Cory: By the way, how is ...? Ceejay: No news. Cory: Someone new in your life? Ceejay: Yeah. (name of company)Work. Very demanding boyfriend. You better find one not so demanding. Otherwise, end of relationship agad. ROFL. Hahahahaha. Mishu, ceejay! In case I forget because I hid the name, the person I'm talking with is _______. We both hail from bellecroft. ^_^

Hey. Blog, did you ever have a time when you just wanted to ramble on about your day? Well, I want to ramble. I woke up today, prepared, went to the law office, spent an afternoon there, and played songs on my ear a lot. Pa gave me a present. I went home. Tomorrow, I figure, I’m going to leave some money for the people here to buy turon so that I’ll have it waiting for me when I get home. Me and my brother’s family went grocery-ing earlier, and we bought some ingredients for making spaghetti. Because it’ll be my birthday two days from now. Ruro was with us. I like being with family. I don’t know why we make it so complicated for each other… We ordered takeout from Jollibee and we ate at home. They bought some VCDs and were happy about it. We ate. I went online to talk to Clyde. We talked. She told me she was Edyl C. and to figure out why she is so. Hahahaha. Yroc. Ate Ruth is not here right now, she’s in Cagayan so Ruro is sleeping with us. At nearly 12 midnight, he wa...

I remember last year I would keep hearing this song being played at 4 a.m. When I got a little used to it, I kept looking forward to it, thinking it a perfect start to my day, because it made me hope and anticipate that something (or someone ;) wonderful was going to happen to me someday. The guitar strums would begin and I’d hear the singer’s voice saying – “Pagdilat, ikaw agad ang hinahanap sa umaga/ Nasaan ka na?/ Malayo ka pa ba?/ Kay tagal ng iyong pagbabalik./” Minsan…nahuhuli ko ang sariling nakangiti Malayo ang tingin Malalim ang isip Kailangang magkita muli And at this point, I’d more likely already be staring out the window of the taxi, looking at the sleeping houses I’d pass by in a slow but steady blur in the black and orange of the pre-dawn. I’d be smiling, and not caring if the taxi driver would think me insane. Sa pagpatak ng bawat sandali Nakatikom lagi ang aking mga labi Inaaliw ang sarili sa musika Nananabik makapiling ka. And when I’d be alone by myself, I’d sound...

Use it up; Wear it out; Make it do, Or do without. so they say... References: This was shared by a certain Michael Cook of Mercatornet. Thank you. Borrowing your proverb...hoping you won't sue me. :)

Here's how to be a firework, from number 3 to 1: 3. Show concern and compassion to strangers. 2. Be a force of positivity. 1. Make others laugh. Tease, smile, banter, talk, and have fun with them. Let others have the time of their lives when they're with you. Add a dose of patience and plenty of personality, and THAT is how to be a firework. So to all the fireworks out there, you OWN the night. :) You owned my night. ^_^

Next time that you say of her that she's crazy, I'm not gonna let it go. I'm gonna stand up for her. For her dignity and her worth as a person. I'm going to tell you, "No, she isn't." That she just needs what she never had: love and support. The next time you say about her, "tagabukid," I'm going to point out that you're speaking of your own _______, and it's not nice. Not a good example either. Next time I'm also going to say something about that something you do when that comes along.

Let’s start with this. But I took your matches before fire could catch me, So don’t look now: I’m shining like fireworks over your sad, empty town! For anyone who suspects I mean something by it, I’d just like to qualify that if I do mean anything by it, I just mean the thing about it that suggests rising over and above something, even though the lines (and the song) clearly suggested rising over and above someone. It’s better to rise over and above something rather than someone, because a person is more than his or her actions. A person is…someone Christ died for. And Catholic Christianity teaches us to make a distinction between the person and his or her actions. So I’m sorry if I sound like I’m on a bashing spree and the fine lines I am really struggling to observe right now would not appear to anyone to make a difference. My only defense is that I’m also fighting to keep my sanity, and to keep convictions, and to stay afloat. It is also my duty and my responsibility to fight...

hmmm....what if kaya... C: ____, pano kaya kung ibahin mo ang ugali mo? She: !@$@#$#@$%$%%&*walang utang na loob%@!%@#@!#%%^%&*&#leche ka!%@@#$$%$^^*$#... C: Joke lang. Iniisip ko lang, baka gusto mo lang eh...

Positive Thing For Today: At least, they came to my defense. Even if not in her presence. Ate had food brought to me. Thank you, I hadn't eaten yet. My brother got me out of the house 'cause my nephews were going to a pool resort and initially I refused, not really feeling it, but then he said, "sige na, so that she won't come barging in and do you in again." My sister-in-law made some funny, albeit slyly snarky-ish remarks...Not exactly the most overt of actions, but hintful of sympathy nevertheless. We know what you're like with us. Even if others don't. BTW. Thank you. I appreciated it.

December 19, 2010 Cory: Lala, ei, nga pala, I'm leaving for ozamiz early Tuesday morning. Tito wants me to try to get my parents back together. Lala: weh, not chrismassing here then? boo! I didn't know you had love rekindling powers dear! What do you plan on doing? Cory: I do potions on the side dear. And I dabbled in bows and arrows once...though I always missed, hehe. Ewan ko, pine-pep talk of the century pa ako ng tito ko. Lala: That is such a weird and daunting task! I know it's not an uncommon movie plot pero I can't imagine having to do that! Question is, do you agree with what you're doing din ba? Cory: Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to disagree with 'Yun lang ang hinihingi kong pamasko, Cor. At may premyo ka pa pag nagawa mo yun. Yan dapat ang misyon mo in life, your greatest accomplishment.' I'm not being sarcastic ha, just ironic, that's all. (and laughing hysterically inside because he had no idea what I would have coming to me). Lala: ...

Oh gimlie! You’re still in one piece! She didn’t fling you against the wall like she did my books? She didn’t belittle your value like she did my faith? Hello! Hug. You survived that, didn’t you? I did too. : ) But you still have to be careful gimlie. She never gets over her anger. She’s been angry all her life. And our good friend said we have to try to understand. So, if next time she flings you against the wall for real, I’d like to say in advance that I’m sorry, okay? When I’m big enough someday, I’ll resurrect you. When I’m strong enough someday, I’ll welcome you back. Or someone that looks like you anyway. Anyway, we can’t say anything for sure today, so I’m just saying in advance. Thank you, Gimlie. I’ve always liked you. Hug, gimlie. No matter what happens, your mistress will be okay.

"It takes work, but if you can get someone to dread you, you know you've done a good job as a monster." - Deino, Bookworm Adventures Deluxe Lol. True, true. Hihi.

You, with you words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use against me. You have knocked me off my feet again (congratulations, you do that really well everytime), got me feeling like a nothing (that too). You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I'm wounded. You - picking on the weaker man. Well, you can take me down with just one single blow. But you'll never know what you don't know. Someday, I'll be living in a big old city. And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me and all you're ever gonna be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean? You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation. You have pointed out my flaws again (like you always do in fine and foul weather, anytime, all the time), as if I don't already see them. I walk with my head down, trying to block you out 'cause I never impress you. I just wanna feel okay again. I bet you got pu...

Nikki: I think it’ll do you good if you open up to them (about your problems). Dapat sinasabi mo agad. Dati ganyan din ako. Pasan ko ang buong mundo. I never share my problems. And it got me nowhere. Nung nasabi ko sa friends ko, mas dumali. Sometimes, kailangan mo lang ma-organize ang thoughts mo eh. At kapag kinukuwento mo sa friends mo, biglang na-oorganize nga yung thoughts mo. And of course, may advice din sila. Nikki: Open up, Cor. Cory: (deciding to be cheeky because the phrase connoted a door) Knock. Nikki: Knocking. Cory: hahahahaha Nikki: Pero dapat ikaw rin. Cory: What? Knock? Nikki: Ikaw ang mag-approach. Ask for help. ........ Kuya, did I ever tell you thank you for telling me that? Well, if I haven’t, then…thank you. Thank You. THANK YOU. It made the world a little better for me. And by little, I don’t mean little. (There’s no way to measure what it’s worth :)

Hi. I know you’ve never met me, but the way you play the piano really touches me and leaves a memory long after the tab has been closed and the laptop shut down. When your fingers fall on the keys, and you start to make the music, you make of me nothing less than a believer. That was beautiful. I wish that I had been in the room with you, though I imagine the setting to be slightly more wood-y and the light orange-y rather than stark, bright white. Anyway, back to what I was saying, I wish I were in the same room with you, and I were sitting beside you as you play the melody. Or it would also suit me just fine if I were standing in the dark, just beside or near the door frame, listening to you play. I wouldn’t clap afterwards because I would be too moved to do or say anything. But give or take a few minutes, when I’d get over my wonder and amazement, I’d speak, and I’d tell you, “Wow! That was the first time I ever saw someone play so beautifully.” And then I’d continue: I’m a ...

The title served as a warning. Where'd you get the idea that words don't hurt? Where'd you get the idea that contempt, derision, scorn, disgust, not knowing your own daughter, etc., don't leave a person scarred or wounded? Just because I'm your daughter, I get to be the receptacle of all the bitterness, resentment, anger and rage you have inside your breast. I'm sorry for how your father treated you. I'm sorry for how father treated you. I'm sorry for how you feel life has dealt you. I'm sorry he had to be that way since day one. I'm sorry you felt life was a living hell since day zero. But even as I try to understand, please understand also that I have a heart too, and it's made of flesh and blood just like hearts are, so I don't remain unaffected. You don't know it, but you've also inadvertently made a punching bag out of my heart. You don't know it, but you've also inadvertently left a pool of blood to gather at my f...

LORELAI: Mom, if I may, I’d like to give you some advice. EMILY: You would? LORELAI: You need to develop a defense mechanism for dealing with Grandma. EMILY: What are you talking about? LORELAI: You just need a system, a new mindset. Take me, for example. EMILY: What about you? LORELAI: Well, I know there are many things in my life you don’t approve of. EMILY: Like what? LORELAI: Like this couch. EMILY: Well, this couch is terrible. LORELAI: Okay, good – you think the couch is terrible. Now, at one point in my life, you saying a couch that I carefully picked out and had to pay off over eight months is terrible might’ve hurt my feelings, but not anymore. EMILY: No? LORELAI: No. EMILY: Why not? LORELAI: Because one day, I decided that instead of being hurt and upset by your disapproval, I’m gonna be amused. I’m gonna find it funny. I’m even going to take a little bit of pleasure in it. EMILY: You take pleasure in my disapproval? LORELAI: I encourage it sometimes just for a laugh. EMILY: ...

Before anything else, I would just like to say I’m sorry for too much information about my personal life. So I apologize in advance for anyone who might be reading. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to ruin your day, and the things that I might begin divulging here might not be easy to read, and yes, you can level on me the accusation that I’ve lost sense of proper decorum in public spaces such as the internet, and also loss of a sense of discretion. I’d like to affirm before I say anything else that though I might not be paying public homage to the virtues of proper decorum and the art of discretion, I believe them to be values worthy of practice in their own right. Noticeably, there would appear to be a gap between values I profess to affirm and believe in the worth thereof and with what I am doing right now. It’s not about being in the facebook age for me, it’s about having nothing and nowhere to turn to, that I turn here or else face the possible and worse alternative of finally losing i...

I realize that if you look hard enough, you'll find yourself a story. Even my day, unremarkable as it was, consisted of a few tell-able stories. Not something grand, mind you, but tell-able. And I found a thought today that I'm satisfied going to sleep to. Actually, I found several, but I'm satisfied with this one. Fairy godmother said: "Even miracles take time..." With hope in my heart, I sleep.

One thing I never really had in my life was being told bedtime stories at night. In simple, provincial Ozamiz, bedtime stories were unheard of, and it was something I only learned about from Western movies. To be sure, my grandma sang me to sleep as she would gently push me in the hammock to and fro. To be sure, my mother taught me poems and told dark, horror stories on evenings when the city was sometimes expunged of light. But bedtime stories just were not yet done. It wasn’t our generation. Now, even at the age of 24, I still want a bedtime story. And I don’t want them to be about how the government’s national budgeting system works or how a woman stabbed a man in the neck in an act of defense of her honor and whether this constitutes an act of homicide…(Hehehe) I think I want to be transported to places somewhat removed from reality and yet reflective of it. Think kingdoms, and princesses, and potions, and ogres, elves, and dragons…songs and birds helping to make your bed or...

You know how they say, WWJD? What would Jesus do? Well, I wonder...WWJLT? What would Jesus listen to? Prayers, I imagine...and the Gregorian chant. Ahehehe. But WWCLT? What would Cory listen to? Well, I actually listen to the same kind of songs, usually by the same artists that I like, and I'm almost quite unabashedly pop, and the songs sometimes tend to vary at times, for a little more color or flavor, but kind of usually, they're pretty much the same old songs or the same old artists. But many nights, when I've needed a pick-me-up, I'd hit on 'Party in the USA' by Miley Cyrus. Why? Because it's upbeat, and it talks about a girl who doesn't quite fit in but then she hears this song and then the butterflies fly away and before long, she's 'nodding her head like yeah, moving her hips like yeah...' (ahihihi) And then she realizes, 'it's a party in the USA!' It always appeals to my more upbeat side. Never fails. ^_^ Plus, the beat ...

January - it's a beginning. How I love beginnings. The KLM video showing the little girl reminded me again of how life is a journey, made up also of greater and lesser journeys, and greater and lesser destinations. And that yes, destinations are important, but "getting there is half the fun." Don't forget to have fun. Don't forget that as you strive for those goals, the journey to them counts and that - it's, to quote, "half the fun." Enjoy. And take care of those 'small' moments and decisions that make the journey. Now I realize why seeing that video resounded something in my heart. It's experiencing wonder and seeing the magic... Er - yes, it's as the saying goes, taking time to smell the flowers, or in this case, taking the time to hold a shell up to your ear and listen to the rushing waves of the ocean. (Is that what you hear when you hold a shell to your ear? Hehe. I forgot.) It's taking the time to appreciate the miracle o...

Here's how I want to start the New Year. :) "When man first started to travel, he was inspired by his journey as much as his destination. But over time, the world became impatient. Getting somewhere became more important than how you got there. Today, there are people who still think that getting there is half the fun…people who believe your journey should be as inspirational as your destination."

Someone told me my passion was youtube. How I wish to change that impression, heehee. But before I do, let me at least share the fruits of my melodic labors. I was rediscovering Coldplay today and I read a comment on their youtube videopage The Scientist that made me laugh. One youtuber wrote: This song was stolen from God's ipod. Lol. Heeheehee! Come back to meet you Tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are... Sidenotes: This song makes me recall bellecroft, 2009, when Mimi was still around, so that must have been sometime February or March of that year. And one late night, near midnight, we huddled over her PC and searched, listened, enjoyed, sang, and discussed music...that night it consisted of Coldplay and Matchbox 20. And we talked about the lyrics and what we thought about them or what they meant, and it was just us in the house, and I remember the sala and the dim illumination and the simple enjoyment and blessing of conversation with my good pal Mi...