where's my mickey?

and here he is ... :)
mickey is actually a housemate of pbb2...jologs ever jud ko :D

what i like about him is that he scores high on physical
quotient (translation: blessed with good looks and height/built),
intelligence and emotional quotient.

this much i gathered through LS (live streaming) which shows
how the housemates really behave. unfortunately, what is being
shown on free tv is what the tv station wants to project - even if it
means blatantly twisting facts here and there.

sad to say, the other filipino housemates fail in comparison to this
global housemate raised in switzerland. he has shown self-discipline,
respect, value for hardworking, optimism, logical thinking...
the list can go on and on.

How can a half-Filipino raised outside the Philippines be
the embodiment of all that is good in a Filipino?

on the lighter side of things, he can dance really sexy, has that
stare that makes you feel goosebumps (even if it is not directed
at you) and lashes to die for!

i really hope he wins just to show that Filipinos do know who should win.
but even if he doesn't, he is already a winner in the eyes of whose who
have known him all these 4 months of pbb2 as well as those who have
known him all his life.

Go Mickey! :)

All Good Things

...lyrics by Nelly Furtado.


Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming

[Chorus]
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?

Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?

Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?

Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die

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first heard this on a local youth-oriented show.
it is a sad song and it haunts me.

jollibee

i recently attended a birthday party for a lovely little girl. it was supposed to be a happy party. it was in fact a happy party. however, it did make me think about a lot of things. insecurities, one may call it.

for one, it made me realize that this is all i will probably ever have - attending kiddie parties. not being able to host one for my very own (which i doubt i will ever have). being a middle ager, it would be a high-risk for both parent and child - physically, financially and what have yous. it also made me realize that trying to be too practical will do you no good. i see families with the parents earning only half what i do but i see them happy. i guess the happiness of taking care of someone of your own blood erases all the fatigue, gives one strength and courage to do even better. it is also during kiddie parties that you realize that friends are so busy feeding their babies that your attempts at making conversations are punctuated with phrases meant to encourage their babies to eat.

i know not all people are meant to be parents and have families.
i just wished i realized i was probably one them soon enough.

all these musings were cut short when jollibee did finally come in.
something about a yellow and red-orange bee prancing along to the latest dance hit somehow made me smile. laugh even.

hey, jollibee, can i adopt you instead? :)