Rumors

was watching MYX the other day... chanced upon this song by Lindsay Lohan... couldn't help but relate to a lot of it... i'll be italicizing and bold-text-ing the lines I can really relate to

Saturday, stepping into the club

The music makes me wanna tell the DJ, turn it up

I feel the energy all around

And my body can't stop moving to the sound



But I can tell that you're watching me

And you're probably gonna write what you didn't see

Well, I just need a little space to breathe

Can you please respect my privacy



Why can't you just let me do

The things I wanna do

I just wanna be me

I don't understand

Why would you wanna bring me down

I'm only having fun

I'm gonna live my life (like I wanna do)



[chorus]

I'm tired of rumors starting

I'm sick of being followed

I'm tired of people lying

Saying what they want about me

Why can't they back up off me

Why can't they let me live

I'm gonna do it my way

Take this for just what it is



Here we are, back up in the club

People taking pictures

Don't you think they get enough

I just wanna be all over the floor

And throw my hands up in the air to a beat like (what)



I've gotta say respectfully

I would love it if you would take the cameras off of me

Cause I just want a little room to breathe

Can you please respect my privacy



Why can't you just let me do

The things I wanna do

I just wanna be me

I don't understand why

Would you wanna bring me down

I'm only having fun

I'm gonna live my life (like I wanna do)



[chorus]

I'm tired of rumors starting

I'm sick of being followed

I'm tired of people lying

Saying what they want about me

Why can't they back up off me

Why can't they let me live

I'm gonna do it my way

Take this for just what it is



I just need to free my mind (my mind)

Just wanna dance and have a good time (good time)



I'm tired of rumors (rumors)

Followed (followed, followed, followed, followed, followed)

What they want of me

Why can't they (they, they, they, they, they) let me live

Take this for just what it is



[chorus]

I'm tired of rumors starting

I'm sick of being followed

I'm tired of people lying

Saying what they want about me

Why can't they back up off me

Why can't they let me live

I'm gonna do it my way

Take this for just what it is



I'm tired of rumors starting

I'm sick of being followed

I'm tired of people lying

Saying what they want about me

Why can't they back up off me

Why can't they let me live

I'm gonna do it my way

Take this for just what it is

the missing links

I think i have missing brain cell chain links...

at one point in time, i have a great introductory paragraph for my blog, which will ultimately lead to a good read-able post... but i end up with a jumble of words once my computer boots up.

anyway, i was thinking back about my highschool reunion. everyone there was basically the same... I changed... I changed a lot... now they're mostly family people... marriage people... apparently, I'm the one who has changed so much... i've changed so much that i've isolated myself from family and high school friends.

i'm a totally different person from how I was back in high school. my belief system has changed, although some ideals remain the same. i have developed my personality and my sense of humor. i've opened up my mind to so many things that few things remain to shock me in the world.

i've been through friendships... meeting new friends, losing old friends, saying hellos, saying goodbyes, fighting people for what i believe in, being the victim of nasty rumors, victim of stalkers... the whole lot.

i don't regret anything. i am happy with who i've become. I guess i'm just disappointed that most of the world refuses to let change get into their lives.

Disappointment

I got home late last night. For some weird reason, something clicked my back button and I lost whatever I was posting. I'll try to document things as much as I can.

Well, I was scheduled to make some deliveries yesterday and I was supposed to meet Edil for dinner. Instead of doing my deliveries yesterday, I decided to wait for Edil. (Yes, my work priorities are not on straight). I spent an hour or so at Starbucks reading my book, then I went gadget window shopping. Lotsa stuff I want to buy. Anyway after some catching up, we ended up having dinner at Nanbantei in Greenbelt 3. Dinner with Edil and friends at Nanbantei was fun. We ordered a few grilled platters and ended up with so much food.

Anyway, I met up with a friend at starbucks Pasay Road corner EDSA. We were just sitting and talking when I noticed a few fire engines go inside Dasma. After making some calls, I found out that the Makati City Government raised the alarm to alarm number one. Knowing them, it should have been raised to alarm number 3 already. I got there, they raised the alarm to alarm number 3, but based on experience, a fire as big as that would have received an alarm number 5 or higher. I'm extremely disappointed at the Makati Fire Brigade. They always under-call the alarm signals so that they will be the only ones to respond to the fires. They do whatever they can to keep the volunteer fire fighters out of the scene.

Because of their pride, a big chunk of property was lost.

Because of their pride, a 16 year old girl died suffocating inside the bathroom.

Because of their pride, parents and friends mourn the death of this 16 year old

Because of their pride, this sixteen year old cannot live life to the fullest.

I found out a lot of details today:
1. The house was owned by Gina de Venecia
2. The girl was her 16 year old daughter
3. There was no fire exit
4. The girl made a call from inside the bathroom informing them where she was
5. The bathroom became an oven because of the heat. She was baked alive :(

Please pray for her soul. The soul of a girl who shouldn't have died at that moment had the Makati fire brigade not been too proud to ask for help.

Things I promise to do when I have my own house:
1. Make sure there are acessible fire exits
2. minimize drapes.... use venetian blinds or shutters instead
3. minimize the use of christmas lights during the season
4. keep christmas lights away from flammables
5. not have parquet flooring
6. teach children and guests how to not lock themselves inside a room when there's a fire

Elements

Your Element Is Fire

Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame. You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out. You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable. You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go. Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive. Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.

What's Your Element?

First Day Out

I thought my first day out would be fun... it turns out, I should have just stayed at home and sulked in front of the tv.

I attended my highschool reunion and I felt so left out. It didn't help that I arrived late and that I didn't have a gift for exchange. Well, it's not really my fault that I didn't have a gift. I've been under house arrest because of the flu, thereby not giving me a chance to participate. I arrived late because I had dinner at home already. I didn't want to eat there because I was not sure of the food that they'd order, and my stomach was still sensitive to all the food. Being late was my fault.

Apparently, I was the only one who did not keep in touch with anyone from highschool. Maybe it was the apathy brought about by my ateneo college upbringing... truth be told, much of me was molded in college, not in highschool. Highschool was boring, filled with untrue people, and cliques that were more than annoying.

I was a bit disappointed that the people from highschool never changed one bit. The religious ones are still the religious ones. The eccentrics, still the same... and the same cliques still held. Naturally, I felt out of place. These people never grew up... highschool teasing was still there... and a kiss was still a big issue.

I've changed so much since college. My whole persona has changed. The way I talk, carry myself, the way I deal with people, and the way I view things. Maybe I'm alone in being a progressive thinker in the batch... Maybe I never belonged to that batch at all... who knows? Maybe I'll be the one to wow them with a big party next time.

Who knows?

Professionalism, A Fan, and Complete Bed Rest

Okay, the night before the big event, I was running a very high fever, yet I still had revise a powerpoint presentation. I recorded my voice on the computer at home so that I can skip doing that part during the event.

I arrived at the event venue at 12 noon. The airconditioner was not on yet, but I was shivering already. We had a few run throughs for the voice overs and the show director and over-all in charge of production decided that the voice recording I did at home was not feasible; that I should do the voicing live. So, I did.

I had a few errors. One major error was calling a Mister. a Miss... but that was not my fault. I confirmed my script and they said that the name was a Miss. How could I know? The name was in Japanese. Oh, well. Overall, I think i made just 3 mistakes. Pretty good since my voice was almost breaking. Imaging doing voice overs with a 39-40 degree celcius fever, shivering, and a sore throat.

That night, I became a tempra and strepsils addict.

Right in the middle of the show, a woman came up to me and started praising me and asking which company I work for. She said I was really good at doing the voice over. I was flattered but i couldn't talk to her because my next voice-over was coming up. Later that night, Miss May told me that she loved my voice so much... that if ever she gets married again, I should do the hosting. I, naturally, agreed :D

The show ended at 9pm or so. The whole staff was able to have dinner at around 11pm. Since I barely had lunch, I was supposed to have the appetite of a horse... but I didn't. All I had was a cup of chinese soup. I had lost my appetite because of the fever. I just went home and tried to get some sleep.

My fever was raging the next day. I had some soup, which I threw up because I was too acidic. I was miserable the whole day because complete bed rest was advised and I hate complete bed rest. I got a stiff neck doing nothing but lying all day.

Night time came... this is probably the best part of the day... my brother came home, brought me congee... My dad came, made sure I was comfortable... My mom gave me touch therapy... I became a spoiled kid.

My younger sister came in and noted that whenever she was sick she never got the kind of treatment that I got. That got me thinking... why would she say something like that.... Maybe my parents worry about me more because i'm the most independent in the family. They know that when i make any requests, it's because I cannot do it alone anymore... that when I'm sick and I tell them, that means I'm about to go to the hospital already.

As far as I can remember, I was the most sickly amongst my siblings. I was the most sensitive and vulnerable to things physical, emotional, psychological, spiritual, and paranormal. I guess that worry most about me because of those things... Maybe they think that i'll be gone from them before they even know it...

I've made a resolution, and I've asked God to help me in this... to be more patient with my dad... to try and be closer to him. I don't know how to do it... but we sort of had a conversation at lunch earlier. So that's kind of good.

I should stop blogging now and get back to complete bed rest. God help me heal soon because I can't stand more of this BORING BED REST