Disclaimer: Don't take everything to be true!

c                                          g
Param-kyori cha-ngeu-rheun-teul-go
am                                           g
Nae kiman-han cha-gun naye bang wi-ro
f                     g                       f
Arum-taun-ke pyul-bit-durun
                                  g
Kaduk chae-wo-chuneyo
c                                     g
Sel-su-obshi manhunt pyul-tu-reun
am                                 g                         f
Ji-chyo-in-nun na-reul oru-man-chimyo
                        g                     f
Nae mam-soge katok tamun
                              g
Nun-mul tak-ka shu-neyo
am                           g
Man-hyi apa-ha-ji-ma
g#m? (f#m in 3rd)
Nal kkung anun-chae
a                              f
Tado-kyojumyo chal-jara
             g           c
Wero-hae ju-neyo
             g
Goshi mo-thal man-kum
f                                        g
Hime gyowa apa-wado
          bm                                  am
Nun-muri a-peul kar-yowado
      f                                                g
Gatchi-mothan nae sarang apedo
                  c
Na usul-lae-yu
                                  g
Cham-shira-do gyote
f                                               g
Haeng-bo-khaet-don giok-turul
        bm                                 am
Ga-sume gan-ji-khal-kkeyo
                          f 
Tunune sunoh-a-jin
                            g                              c
Cho pyol-deul-cho-rom yongwonhi

Kkumul kku-deut taka-uneyo
Yu-nu-nhi-do balkun naye byol hana
Nunbu-shi-mi panjja-gimyo
Okkae-wiro naer-yo-wa

Jakku sulpo-hajima
Son kkong chabun-chae
Nal manchyo-jumyo
Tta-seu-hi nal kamssa-shu-neyo

Goshi mo-thal man-kum
Hime gyowa apa-wado
Nun-muri a-peul kar-yowado
Gatchi-mothan nae sarang apedo
Na usul-lae-yu
Cham-shira-do gyote
Haeng-bo-khaet-don giok-turul
Ga-seum-soge gan-chikhal-kke-yo
Tunune sunoh-ajin
Cho pyol-deul-chorom ooohhhh

Na onul-manun anu-royu
Nun-muri kadokchowado
Chogi cho byol-deul-chorom
Na u-seul-lae-yo ooohhhh
Haeng-bokhaet-don giok-modu
Ga-sume gan-ji-khal-kkeyo
Tunune sunoh-a-jin
Cho pyon-deul-cho-rom
Yongwonhi

I'm laying in bed
trying to...trying to catch a wink or two
And you're in my head
telling me...telling me that i've got you

and now i can't sleep
it's like i've got a secret that is really hard to keep
because...

the rain is pounding on my window
it's calling me to come over and see
the world and it's wonders and the
miracle of you and me

when i was young, i used to pray
and think that the lightning was your way to reply
now i can't help but feel that i was right

as i sit on top of the world with the same flashes from the sky
and the best thing about being up here
is being closer to you while...

the rain is pounding on my window
it's calling me to come over and see
the world and it's wonders and
the miracle of you and me

One Tree Hill- "6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls, and sometimes, all you need is one" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQgYloaGhWk

A Few Good men- "You want answers?" "I want the truth" "You can't handle the truth!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc2hQUGHXP4 (1:30)

The Matrix- "Tonight, the future of both worlds will be in your hands--or in his" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhoaoTZJSX4

10 Things I Hate about You- "I hate the way I don't even hate you--not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84e0HYgo_eU&feature=PlayList&p=53B6EEDE0946147C&index=4

Remember the Titans- "You want to act like a star?  You better give me a star's effort"-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=el5QXV-W5_g&feature=related

Coach Carter- "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQMrUg81UeA

Life is my college. May I graduate well, and earn some honors. --Louisa May Alcott

They know enough who know how to learn. --Henry Brook Adams

Perhaps the most valuable result of all education is the ability to make yourself do the things you have to do, when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not. It is the first lesson that ought to be learned and however early a person's training begins, it is probably the last lesson a person learns thoroughly. --Thomas H Huxley (biologist)

The only thing more costly than education is ignorance. --Anonymous

All of life is a constant education. --Eleanor Roosevelt (American First Lady)

Without education, you're not going anywhere in this world. --Malcolm X (American Activist for African Americans)

The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go. --Dr. Seuss (Writer and cartoonist)

The ability to ask questions is the greatest resource in learning the truth. --Anonymous

Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another. -G.K. Chesterton

The real object of education is to have a man in the condition of continually asking questions. --Mandell Creighton (British Historian)

 An educational system isn't worth a great deal if it teaches young people how to make a living but doesn't teach them how to make a life.

Education is the progressive realization of our ignorance. -Albert Einstein

The aim of education should be to convert the mind into living fountain, and not a reservoir.  --John Mason

Education is not filling a pail but the lighting of a fire. --William Butler Yeats

The fact we must remember is that we are educating students for a world that will not be ours but will be theirs. Give them a chance to be heard. --Dr. Carlos P. Romulo

Life without an education is fruitless, life with an education gives you the opportunity to take a bite from the apple. --Lanita Mayes (student)

The creative person is usually rebellious. He or she is the survivor of a trauma called education.

Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten. --BF Skinner

Mistakes are a great educator when one is honest enough to admit them and willing to learn from them.

Education is the knowledge of how to use the whole of oneself --Henry Ward Beecher

The object of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives. --Robert Maynard Hutchins

Education is not received. It is achieved.



                                                                                                                         

Capo on 4th
D
I have no way    
                             Bm
of leaving my house
                         Em
but it's Friday night
                             A 
and I want to go out

Then I hear something in the next room
It's my little brother
and now it's not so bad being stuck
at home together

Em                                 A
I'm not bored 'cause you're not boring
D                                         G
whether it's sunny or it's pouring
                Em       A                      D         B7
we can always find something to do
Em                                 A
I'm excited 'cause life's exciting
D                                                   G
especially when we just can't stop smiling
Em                              A
and even though we get in trouble 
          D                              B7
for some of the things we do
Em                          A          D
I still have the most fun with you

Em                          A          D
I still have the most fun with you

Em                          A          D
I still have the most fun with you

"The Deadliest Warrior" on Spike
Anime
Make the transition from chords to tabs
Finishing incomplete songs
The Force Unleashed
The Clone Wars
Exercise
Prep-ing for Korea
Prep-ing for NY
Brushing up on my Italian
Brushing up on my French
Write a song in Italian
Do the tourism challenge with Pancake
Try to play ball without getting any mosquito bites
Start a neighborhood kickball game
Memorize tekken combos so I can own at work
Revisit Psych textbooks for leisurely reading
Watch Kobe make history
Catch Scrubs every night
Read Jane Eyre, Animal Farm, the Chyrsalids, and 1984 again
Return to the piano =S
Write a song on the piano
Stop drinking coffee!
Sleep!/Late nights on pure volume and imeem like old times

 

the type of guy i could live in poverty with as long as we had the opportunity to make music

I'm not asking to be your girlfriend
You don't ever need to hold my hand
I'll let you see my heart, but you don't have to be the one to fix it

Don't try to shape it so it'll suit you
Mind the parts already black and blue
And if I should ever be empty of life, just let it run on music

And I'm not looking for love
Just a complementary part to a musical piece
Besides, I've already got a boyfriend
He's got 6 strings, and a sound that never fails to please
What could a boy and a girl ever do
If they're not heading for a bed? Well,...
ars gratia artis... ars gratia artis

I'm not looking for bragging rights
A chance at face or my name in lights
I don't ever need to be heard on the radio
I just want the sounds and sights
The feeling of trying with all my might
To come up with some way to really let my feelings show

Ooh I'm not looking for love
Just a complementary part to a musical piece
Besides, I've already got a boyfriend
He's got 6 strings, and a sound that never fails to please
What could a boy and a girl ever do
If they're not heading for a bed? Well,...
ars gratia artis... ars gratia artis

That's more than enough for me

Since your passing, I've written so many things but I've never had
                                                             the will to share them
'Cause if I let someone else besides you see my work,
                             I wouldn't get the same satisfaction
'Cause you could read a grocery list out loud and make it sound
                                                                     like a proclamation
Oooh, you were my muse, my gospel, opera, and blues, and you're
                                                                           still my inspiration

in true father fashion you always sang about
                              facing your final curtain
and I'm just waiting backstage,
                           until we can be together again

OOh, I could sing about my one true love
or of those reminiscent moments looking out at the sea
but I'd rather sing this song in my heart
which brings back memories of daddy

I miss the sound of you slowly but surely making your way up the stairs
Oh, how you made the steps creak from under your feet
                                                                          it was music to my ears
I would hope that when you'd reach the top you'd 
                                                                come and see me
To tell me once again I'm in way over my head
and that I deserve  to spend the whole day in bed

Though that doesn't sound so appealing to me
It was nice to know that you cared so deeply

OOh, I could sing about my one true love
or of those reminiscent moments looking out at the sea
but I'd rather sing this song in my heart
which brings back memories of daddy

Ooh, your weathered hands, your thoughtful eyes
your reverent voice, your charm, your smile...
I'll be missing them for a while...

OOh, I could sing about my one true love
or of those reminiscent moments looking out at the sea
but I'd rather sing this song in my heart
which brings back memories of daddy

This song is actually about my dear Uncle Romey aka "Papa Romey" because he was like another father to me
(though our time together was short).  He passed away three years ago, and though I had only met him the year before he passed, he inspired me a lot in the way that he was so devoted to God up until his very last breath.  Mama Norma told me about this time when Papa Romey actually had a bad fall outside their townhouse in New York, so much so that he was at risk of dying from any potential trauma to the head.  However, he continued to make for the car so he could get on his way to church, and when Mama Norma reminded him of the risks he was posing for himself, he passionately replied, "Then let me die in service to God" 

One of the lines talks about him singing "My Way" (which I swear is every dad's theme song haha), and although I had originally written this with hopes to appropriately represent my cousin's perspective (as his daughter), I admit that this particular line has personal sentiments for me.  It's from my memory of Papa Romey singing "My Way" at our New Year's Eve family party, and at that moment I had released myself from any anxiety I felt about not making it to Times Square for New Years.  It really touched me to have him join in on the fun (and to actually sing something decent since we were singing cindy lauper, madonna, and tiffany songs before then haha).  He really set the tone for our family gathering, and I was so thankful for that!

sincerely, me

Ma points to Milo's leftover DQ and says "Jordan! Your garbage!"
Diddy goes "OOOOh... see Jordan? You're garbage!"


Hahahahahaha!! Diddy totally owned Milo!!

sincerely, me

it's the full-on chords that get me
and the millions of spider legs running across the keys
that out-of-body experience that you get from the bench
this possession that the instrument has over you

can be a release, even an escape
but i'm not ready to succumb just yet
because it isn't just the piano which overtakes me
but it is your spirit as well, which resonates in every vibration

and is waiting on ever stagnant string, ready to spring
at the sound of keys longing to be played for a while now
is it time now? to face the music of me playing from here
and with you...just...in there?

what i'd give for a little warmth from your proximity on the right
that dip in the cushion which comfortably tilts me towards you
another set of hands showing me the way in upper scales
a voice to guide me through the  tune i 'm striving to find

to have you next to me, to see you alive 

again

Someone is off in an adjacent room, pounding away at the keys of a piano that leaks into this hall--which reminds me of a scene out of Harry Potter with its high ceilings, stained glass windows, and old English furnishings.  I love listening to people play the piano--it's almost like experiencing part of their passion as you allow the music to sink into your brain and work at the tangles that everyday life has construed.  However, pianos serve as a sad reminder of the sounds that no longer wake me up on Saturday morningl; the sounds that made it worth waking up on a Saturday morning.  I miss nana so much, and whenever I come across a really talented player, I dwell in the fact that I'm sure she would have loved to meet him or her.  I also feel a little envious because I'm sure she would have wanted me to be as good as them, but I'd like to think that maybe I compensated for that by picking up the guitar, and of course, offering my voice as the accompaniment to the piano which was the true lead.  I never took offense when she would tell me to "just sing" (hahahahhaha!) because even though I'm not claiming to be a remarkable singer or anything, I do believe I contribute more with my voice than I do with my skills on the piano.  Anyway, nana has 6 other piano-playing grandkids to choose from, and only one singer/guitarist so why not?  I enjoy those things more anyway.   

Listening to this music reminds me of those days before Past10 or even Kill-joyce.  Though my parents were the ones who blessed me with this old soul drenched in oldies music, and a voice that served as the soundtrack to my life way before the first iPod ever came out, nana was the one who really encouraged me to translate all of that to an instrument.  I remember learning to play one of my older sis's piano pieces by ear when I was 5 and showing nana with so much self-satisfaction that I was sure to get at least $5 out of this.  Instead, nana told me that if I really wanted to learn how to play, I should take lessons from her (then she left the room, and I'm pretty sure she was giggling on the other side of the door).  It's that kind of speech, that candor which drove me to make this decision--along with many other decisions--that I thought I was doing out of some sort of spite, but it turned out to be for my best interest after all.  That's what I love about nana, and that's what I miss about her too.

I think I'll start practising the piano more often.

"Come and see me
Sing me to sleep
Come and free me
Or hold me if i need to weep
Or maybe it's not the season
Or maybe it's not the year
Or maybe there's no good reason
Why i'm locked up inside
Just cause they wanna hide me
The moon goes bright
The darker they make my night

Unplayed pianos
Are often by a window
In a room where nobody loved goes
She sits alone with her silent song
Somebody bring her home"

sincerely, me

how many bookmarks have you embraced?
how many noses have you grazed?
the scent of your pages contain tiny traces of each finger that
gently fondled you on rainy days

I wish you could tell me about all of the places you've been
how you got all of the scars on your skin
and if you could choose, what would your barcode be?

does anyone ever think these things except for me?

hahahahahahaha!  i know...RANDOM!  Maybe I was thinking of this because I was watching Hayoa Miyazaki's "Whisper of the Heart" and it turned out to be like one of my fantasies of attracting someone with your love for books.  Unfortunately, I tend to read with this look like I'm going to go karate on someone's ass because I just get so into what I'm reading, so I doubt I'll actually catch someone's eye that way.  Maybe it'll happen when someone notices me running around the city clutching my book close to my chest while my Mary Poppin's purse is helplessly dangling from the other arm.  Well...there's always the CD store too =)

sincerely, me

I'm anxious to refract this sweet sunlight  right off of my pocket mirror
and aim it right into your face, so that
you'd have to squint and then maybe that's when you'll see even
a spec of that hazel that should stop you in your place


tbc

shamwow
cutco
ped egg (hahaha...just kidding?)
nuwave oven

"If he's making a point to ignore you, he ain't ignoring you at all"

-The Rainmaker

http://www.imeem.com/masarap820/music/czV93nS5/passion_lemonade/

Last night, I was talking nonsense with Pancake as usual.  Somehow, this crazy conversation led him to exclaim, "MEXICAN ICE CREAM PIZZA" and the first thing that popped into my head was "that sounds like the love of my life".  As much as I tried to run with that idea, I couldn't properly combine the three, and that gave me the idea that maybe in this world you can't ever get the perfect combination of everything you want.  Even though this was essentially a meaningless conversation, my interpretation of it left me feeling a little emo in the end. 

This morning, I was a little too sleepy to go straight to class so I wanted to grab some coffee on the way.  The only kind of extravagance I expected was to get a shot of french vanilla in my cappuccino, but to my delight I discovered a new beverage: almond roca cappuccino.  I absolutely love almond roca, AND I absolutely love cappucinos!  I may even love those things just as much as I love mexican food, ice cream, and pizza; so even though I wasn't able to find all of that in one, I loved EVERYTHING about this new "one" in my life.  

The moral of the lesson:  Mexican ice cream pizzas may not exist, but there is an almond roca cappucino out there for you to enjoy just as much--one that you can have all to yourself--one that you can love for everything that it is, despite the fact that it isn't what  you thought your ideal was supposed to be.

sincerely, me

http://www.imeem.com/hana-life/video/oFcHJSa4/avenged_sevenfoldalmost_easy_music_video/

The kind of glow I'd like to give off
is the one that comes from being engulfed in your flames
You know that if I came across your fire
at the bottom of a dark, dismal pit
i'd jump right in

Inspired by Avenged Sevenfold's video for "Almost easy"

That song is GENIUS!!

sincerely, me

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter


This is so true.  Take for instance a forbidden romance.  It's better to just live your lives the way you do--with subtle signs of affection, and enticing but secret encounters.  That way, you aren't doing anything wrong, and you can continue to have this unspoken bond.  If one were to try to analyze or discuss it with the other, the bond would dissipate in confrontation.  It would make things awkward, and the relationship would lose its spark. 

Sometimes, nothing needs to be said--better yet, nothing said is perfect.  It's like when books are ruined through its translation into movies.  As long as we have no concrete representation of something, our minds are free to make it our own.  We're free to see it whichever way we want to see it.  We're free to keep it however we want to keep it

Wish I could be the one, the one who could give you love
the kind of love you really need
Wish I could say to you, that I'll always stay with you
but baby that's not me
You need someone willing to give their heart and soul to you
Promise you forever, baby that's something I can't do
Oh I could say that I'll be all you need
but that would be a crime
I know I'd only hurt you, I know I'd only make you cry
I'm not the one you're needing
I love you, goodbye

sincerely, me

That look of terror in your eyes bore everlasting crevices in my head
It made me want to switch places with you, to spare you from the hurt

If I could have just entered your mind, just for a moment
I would have devoured those hazy visions that made you tremble in bed

No words could have affected me more than the slightest flicker of your eyebrow
The one that would tell me that you still knew me sometimes

Yes, the weakness of your circulation rendered your fingers cold
but the touch of your hand could have melted a glacier (along with my heart)

Standing next to you as you lay there reminds me of when I'd watch you sleep
you're just as pretty as you were when you would clutch Tats's hand

Though I found solace in the image of your peaceful stature at rest
I knew the end was near, and I couldn't exhale until I'd see a sign of your breath

Now, it's like I'm playing that game again
Until I see you breathe, I cannot seem to exhale

My eyes are straining to detect even just one small gesture
It's hopeless, I know, but I still hold my breath

At times, I think I see you breathing
I let out a long sigh when I hear you laugh

I realize it's just a figment of my imagination
but still, it remains real to me

like the unplayed piano in a room that was once filled with nonchalance

I miss you

---

For you, there'll be no more crying
For you, the sun will be shining
And I feel that when I'm with you, it's all right
I know it's right
To you, I'd give the world
To you, I'd never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you, I'm all right
You know it's right

sincerely, me

Controversial photos, subjective blogs, 
and awkward conversations
are your weapons of choice
And when you suddenly realize how sorry
and stupid you are
You conveniently lose your voice

You play it off like you still know me
when you talk 
You try to seem sympathetic
But I know you're just looking for ammo
when you talk
to me, you're just so pathetic

Cause you don't phaze me
I'm not that crazy

Bm5  F6 F8 F6

No, I won't let you win
You can't get under my skin
There's no way you'll get in my head
I haven't even heard a thing you've said

You are the unwanted rush of cold
that creeps its way into a shower
You are the cloud that ruins the day
the thorn that ruins the flower

You are, you are, you are insensitive
you are, you are, you are just stupid
you are, you are, you are, nothing to me