Where’s the love song to set us free
too many people down, everything turning the wrong way round
and I don’t know what love will be
but if we stop dreaming now, lord knows we’ll never clear the clouds
-Blur’s Out of Time
Timeless!
Just wait ’til I insert something witty here…
Where’s the love song to set us free
too many people down, everything turning the wrong way round
and I don’t know what love will be
but if we stop dreaming now, lord knows we’ll never clear the clouds
-Blur’s Out of Time
Timeless!
Myla: Nakaka-loka pala pag marunong na maglakad anak mo.
U1: Hintayin mo pag marunong na humingi ng pera.
Bisyo
ng Mga Anak ng Tupa
Laspag ang katawan,
Walang ganang kumain, walang ganang matulog
Ganyan ang itsura mo, kaibigan ko
Para kang bangkay, balat at buto
Chorus
Mahal kong kaibigan, bisyo ay iwasan
Bisyo ay iwanan, bisyo ay labanan
Mahal kong kaibigan, bisyo ay iwasan
May kaligayahan sa kinabukasan
Hoy, hoy hoy
II
Palagi kang wala sa sarili mo
Sakit ka ng ulo ng pamilya mo
Wala kang naitulong sa paligid mo
Sayang lang ang buhay na binigay ng Diyos sa ‘yo
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Pakinggan niyo blockbuster ‘to pramis.
Click niyo link.
http://www.imeem.com/people/Sl6lGh/music/usqBfM89/mga-anak-ng-tupa-bisyo-bisyo/
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Pangarap kong kantahin ‘to sa lahat ng aking mga mahal na kaibigan.
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Sana may ganito sa bidyoke.
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Nota bene: My phone went nuts from Saturday until about Monday. Busted signal plus malfunctioning battery. Failed to receive a number of messages. If you’ve sent a message and I was not able to respond, sorry.
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Pet peeve: Sana lang wag na masyado i-dramatize ang coverage sa Ondoy. Nakaka-asiwa ang romanticized portrayal sa mga victims, sa pangyayari, na nilalapatan pa ng mga music na kundi pang Maalala Mo Kaya eh pang Doomsday soundtrack. Tas ‘yung word usage pa, tsk, di naman ata kasama sa job description ng media ang tumula’t maging makata. As it is, napapakita na nung event ‘yung gravity nung calamity, ‘di na kailangan palabukan pa, sana wag na masyado gatasan. Parang exploitative na ang dating by some measure. Pornographic almost.
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Question: Puwede ka bang mag-panic buying, pero kalmado ka lang habang bumibili?
Have just listened to the Pains’ new EP Higher than Stars, and I can’t get way past the single! Higher than Stars is so goooood, as in stunningly-jaw-droppingly goooood. I’ve been listening to it all day long. Glittering-fluttering synths and charming-picturesque vocals. Synthgasmic!
Muntik na ako maiyak nung una ko napakinggan, ang ganda talaga eh!
“so sure you kept it under covers, until you knew you loved her”
“no secret’s too safe, and how you can’t stay / higher than the stars.”
Check it out!

The world’s coolest bus stops.
Favorite ko ‘yung sa Ventura.
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Estrade hurls libel charges against Yuchengco and the PDI.
I wonder when our anachronistic criminal libel statutes will be revised.
Here’s a paper from the UK Ministry of Justice on Defamation and the Internet.
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News of the obvious from Scientific American: “Early Risers Crash Faster Than People Who Stay Up Late.”
I am a true-blue Night Owl. It’s great reading and writing at night.
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“To change the world—it may not work, but it sure is fun trying.”
-Erick Rudnick, founder of US-based zine “Aftershock”
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Yung mga interesado pa mag contribute sa Kanto diyan o.. Hehe. Message niyo lang kami or leave a comment here
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Wow, na -shock ako ng sobra sobra sa balitang to.
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I Miss You! by Aaliyah. Ang ganda.
- It was such an unbelievable experience. The whole thing. The whole day. And if you had seen him, if you could have felt him. I mean, it’s the same hall. We’re listening to the sam goddamn music, but.. But, no. You see him, it’s one thing, but you feel him… I’m watching him. He’s watching the music. And while they’re playing, I say, ‘My God, there is something higher out there.” Something higher out there, and he lives in it, and he’s with it.” I never even experienced it, but I can tell.. I don’t even know what you fucking call it.
- Grace
“Cause I believe that we are lucky
We are golden we’re stolen manners
In the days when we were one”
-Blinded by Third Eye Blind
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“There’s a little bit of the day we met
A whole long list of my regrets
There’s a two step dance that never swings
A little bit of you in everything
The shimmering of the christmas lights
A lonely tone in the deepest night
As Nat King Cole softly sings
A little bit of you in everything
But, I don’t want to carry these old feelings anymore”
Little Bit of You in Everything by The Rentals
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Sobrang timeless ng Wolfgang grabe, ang galing.
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A sprawling post-mortem analysis by Paul Krugman on how and why economists, like him!, got it “so wrong.” (I know we don’t any more telling already about how them economists steered us toward this current mess, but the essay is quite of the informative kind).
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PS.
Hardsell this may be, and at the risk of belaboring our point, pero…. Contribute kayo sa Kanto! Or ask friends who you think may be willing to chip in to such an effort! Leave a comment here or send us an email at kantonista[at]gmail[dot]com. Salamat! Pagpalain nawa!
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(Feel free to repost posters below sa kung san man sa web. Or kung mayaman kayo at gusto niyo paimprenta’t pamigay, puwede din.)
William Miller: So Russell… what do you love about music?
Russell Hammond: To begin with, everything.
I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all.
- Ecclesiastes 9:11
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“Never do anything by halves if you want to get away with it. Be outrageous. Go the whole hog. Make sure everything you do is so completely crazy it’s unbelievable.”
- Mrs. Trunchbull in Roald Dahl’s Matilda.
Matagal na to pinost ni Don sa Facebook, repost ko lang. Ang galing eh, parang minu-multo ako lately nung “Because the people who are crazy enough to think they could change the world, are the ones who do.”
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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
- Jack Kerouac, On The Road
by Haruki Murakami
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn’t young, either – must be near thirty, not even close to a “girl,” properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She’s the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there’s a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.
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Gusto kong makapunta sa Tokyoooooooooo!