Friends That Will Last Forever...

Monday, December 9, 2013

Ask your current friends, "What was your high school like?" and I bet you'll get this.

"Loved it. Wished I could go back."

"Best time of my life."

Ask them if they attend class reunions. They might say:

"If time permits?"

"Most definitely."

In my own utterly unscientific random sampling of my generation, I have concluded that high school was pretty much the best time of my life;  starting from the daily routine, as was the cafeteria food served on plastic trays.

I can't argue with the giddiness or the exuberant; I felt that, too. I can't deny that I was often wishing that it would last forever and not to start the next chapter in college. My classmates surely felt the same.

My friendship with my high school friends were so strong that they superseded the agony in leaving the Alma Mater we once considered as our second home and have lasted all these years since.

I studied in Blessed Elena Academy for ten years . Let me share this with you, this was considered as our little haven way back then. With us spending most of our youthful years in the premises of the school, we almost knew everybody from the security guard down to the janitors.

We learned how to be street smart real fast. We had to. Yet many of us were avid students who also enjoyed after-school activities -- clubs, sports, student government and committees -- even before you had to be active if you wanted college admissions directors to notice you.

We loved showing our school spirit. We loved being together.

Outside of school? Same thing. I remember chilly Friday night home drinking sessions, forming caravans to travel to away games, school dances, hanging out in Niño's or Dyan's crib. Friday and Saturday nights were the best for we have the whole day to hang-out together and talk almost anything under the sun.There was a lot to do, but just being together made a whole lot of nothing a whole lot of fun.

We said our goodbyes on a sunny day in March after singing our Graduation song. The anticipation for summer and college was tinged with melancholy because we knew that we were losing something that mattered a lot: our daily routine, our night-outs, our bonding moments.

This bitter sweetness turned out to be the cement that has kept us in touch ever since. We might not see each other that often but when we do, we see to it that every second counts.

Last Saturday, we all decided to form a simple get together. Starting from a simple dinner in Marina Mall of Asia, to videoke in Sing Side Macapagal and early morning coffee in Blue Wave.

Even better, we celebrated one of our friend's birthday. It was indeed a celebration not to missed.

Turning a year older every year isn't all that bad when you've got friends who have known you forever and still love you with all your imperfections. As we grow older and perhaps more nostalgic, we recognize that our high school experience was not typical. But we are grateful that it was what it was.

"We turned out OK," is usually said by at least one of us.

To which everyone else nods in agreement.

I would like to share some pictures taken from our simple get together. Sorry for the bad resolution though. I was too tipsy to take good pictures... Hahahahaha...

True friends are hard to find that's why I treasure them a lot...

 Friends for keeps...

Jen and Noel... Paparazzi Mode...

Tres Marias...

Center Stage... Nagpauto lang kay Madel...

Sorry Madel, blurry shot...

Bem + Jen + Noel + Antonio + Hardie + Madel + A...

Happy Hour....

Madel + A... Thanks buddy for singing all my requested songs...

Why so sad Madel?!? Hahahahaha...

With the whole gang.... Wacky Pose...

That's Hardie for you guys. The typical quiet boy-next door type.

Noel with his wifey Jen...

Madel singing her hearts out...

Madel + A = friends for life

Videoke Session 101...

Sing-Side located at Macapagal...

Abegail's the Videoke Queen of the Night...

That's What Friends Are For... Yes, that's our barkada's them song... ;)

16 reserved songs and still counting...

Hardie and Tonio singing while Madel's trying to turn the camera away from them...

Niño arrived a little late... But who cares?!?

Salt and Pepper Band in Mall of Asia...

Madel's pacute image...

Bem + Jen + Noel while waiting for our food to arrive...

Yes, Madel started drinking while we are having our dinner...

Drinking Session 101...

The Food...

Best friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget. 


Fun time...

Looking for a new song....

This event won't be complete without even taking a video of us singing.... Care if I share them....

That's Abigail singing...
Its not the days in your life you'll remember, it's the memories.

Niño singing Overjoyed...
Moving on is simple. It's what we leave behind that's hard.

Niño singing One Last Cry...

Happy times may come and go, but the memories will last forever.

Laters Baby....

Song Pick of the Week (Perfume by Britney Spears)....

Sunday, November 17, 2013

And yes, here we go again... It seems like for the past few weeks, I've been giving out song reviews. Be it from the past or the current. I have always been a self-proclaimed music lover. You must know that but now. And I admit that I am a fan of Britney (Britney Army Rocks). So, for this week's post, I decided to create a sort of review for Britney's new song Perfume (from her upcoming album Britney Jean).

Perfume is the second single that we fans will hear from Britney Spears upcoming album Britney Jean. It is a personal ballad that was co-written by Britney herself and Sia Furler, and was produced by Will.I.Am. again. Britney has admitted that much of her new album Britney Jean was inspired by her break-up with ex-fiancé Jason Trawick, so the subject matter of Perfume shouldn't surprise us all. It's an emotionally powerful song about jealousy and self-doubt.

Not that I considered Britney's voice the best when it comes to ballad or slow songs (hers for those fast phase song) but the busy arrangement of Perfume complete soaring strings and bubbling synthesizers, compensates a lot.

I know you are all so anxious to read the lyrics...  Scroll down and enjoy...

Do I imagine it, or do I see your stare
Is there still longing there?
Oh I hate myself, and I feel crazy
Such a classic tale
Current girl friend, ex girlfriend, I'm trying to be cool
Am I being paranoid, am I seeing things?
Am I just insecure?

I want to believe
It's just you and me
Sometimes it feels like there's three 
of us in here baby


So I, wait for you to call
And I try to act natural
have you been thinking 'bout her or about me
And while I wait I put on my perfume, yeah I want it all over you
I gotta mark my territory

I'll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume
I'll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells your perfume
I hide it well, hope you can't tell but I hope she smells my perfume
I hide it well, hope you can't tell but I hope she smells my perfume

I wanna fill the room, when she's in it with you
Please don't forget me
Do I imagine it, or catch these moments
I know you got history

But I'm your girlfriend, now I'm your girlfriend trying to be cool
I hope I'm paranoid, that I'm just seeing things
That I'm just insecure

I want to believe
It's just you and me
Sometimes it feels like there's three
of us in here baby


So I, wait for you to call
And I try to act natural
have you been thinking 'bout her or about me
And while I wait I put on my perfume, yeah I want it all over you
I gotta mark my territory

I'll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells my perfume
I'll never tell, tell on myself but I hope she smells your perfume
I hide it well, hope you can't tell but I hope she smells my perfume
I hide it well, hope you can't tell but I hope she smells my perfume

In Excess....

Credits to Metrolyrics for the Perfume lyrics...

Laters Baby....

Song Pick of the Week (Throwback - Renegade feat. Eminem)...

Saturday, November 9, 2013

As I mentioned on my previous post, Jay-Z is one of my fave rapper. I think, listening to his music is necessary. A summer without Jay-Z anthem just didn't feel like summer at all. One of my most fave album by Jay-Z is Blueprint. The album's blue tinted jewel casing made it more impressing (not that I would have not bought it back then). This album for me was one of the best Jay-Z ever released.

With its first track The Ruler's Back which my Dad would call real music (mind you, my Dad's more into old songs and stuff but he did enjoyed the said track) to U Don't Know which had me LSS for days (I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell/ I am a hustler baby, I sell water to a whale/ - see, I still know my fave line in the said song) and of course, last but certainly not the least - the climax of the album Renegade.

Yes, indeed it is Renegade I picked as the climax of the album. Why not?!? With two of my fave rapper (Jay-Z and Eminem) doing a collab, who would dare disagree with me. Shocking right? Jay-Z's on the block hustling stories rapping style with Eminem's shock filled horror core rap, how could that be possible. But hell, yeah they both indeed collaborated in Renegade and it was fantastically rapped.

Renegade turns out to be a song about both Jay-Z and Eminem's world with Eminem delivering the impassioned anger he’s known for and a more introspective Jay-Z's there to help him back to sanity.

However good it might sound to everybody else, Renegade is still Jay-Z's song and not Eminem's. Contrary, there are a lot of music lover who thought that Eminem out-shined Jay-Z in this track. On Ether which is one of the most vicious diss songs of all time, rapper Nas took plenty shots at Jay-Z's sexuality and street credibility, but the line that burned extra slow was, Eminem murdered you on your own shit. Yes, there's no denying that Nas was right but who cares, Jay-Z's still one of the best.


The song has different meanings to both artists. Jay-Z's two verses deal with his fatherless childhood, and how financial difficulties faced by his mother forced him to sell drugs for survival (thus becoming a renegade to society). He states his demeanor was "30 years [his] senior," implying that hardships he faced during his childhood forced him to grow up and make adult decisions from a young age. Jay-Z argues that his music is the product of his rough upbringing, and that it speaks to others going through the same problems. Thus, he dismisses critics who lump him together with artists who only rap about "jewels." He accuses these critics of simply "skimming" through his music, instead of listening thoroughly.

On the other hand, Eminem deals with the public perception of his music. At the time, Eminem was at the center of many criticisms due to the content of his lyrics. His references to drug use and religion caused many parents to publicly denounce his music. Eminem sees this outcry as hypocritical, claiming that these parents are using him as a "media scapegoat" to deflect attention away from their own shortcomings as parents.

--- Credit: Wikipedia

Enough has been said. Read through the lyrics and learn....

[Verse1: Jay-Z]

Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do, through and through and
I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring em a lot closer to the block where they
Pop toasters and they live with they Moms
Got dropped roadsters from botched robberies, niggas crouched over
Mami's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around
Now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding round
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it
I help them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you're worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with em a minute
Cause, see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference: they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment, nah nah
That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, he's {*Jigga j-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass, it's just the

[Hook: Eminem and Jay-Z]

Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk
About anything, anything, anything, anything, renegade
Never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to holler
About anything (etc.)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
Whatchu hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver
Durag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty
An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, especially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up
Raising my fingers to critics
Raising my head to the sky B.I.G. I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

[Verse 4: Eminem]

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the King of these Latter-Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as
As a monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape
Media scapegoat; who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do, I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers
Cause I'm a muthafuckin'


Lyrics credited to Rap Genius and photos credited to Google....

Laters Baby....

Selfie Moments...

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Taking some selfie-post when boredom strikes... That's what I did last weekend. Let me share you some of my selfie-post....

Say Hi, Mama Mia....


Goofy Post Number 1...

Goofy Post Number 2...


Post while you can...

So vain....

Self-proclaimed cutie post...


Showing some dimples....

Madre Mia....


Post it like a pro....

Havey ba?....

Lippy me...


Is there any difference?!?

Kiss smuck...


In Excess:

Seeing my baby brother after so many years brought back a lot of memories that I will cherish forever. 

Laters Baby....