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Oct 30, 2012

Electricity



What does it feel when that block ends? I mean the artist's block, writer's block and etc?

Somehow this song would explain what i feel at this moment.




Electricity 
From Billy Elliot Musical

I can't really explain it,
I haven't got the words
It's a feeling that you can't control
I suppose it's like forgetting, losing who you are
And at the same time something makes you whole
It's like that there's a music playing in your ear
And I'm listening, and I'm listening and then I disappear


And then I feel a change

Like a fire deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I'm flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I'm free I'm free

It's a bit like being angry,

it's a bit like being scared
Confused and all mixed up and mad as hell
It's like when you've been crying
And you're empty and you're full
I don't know what it is, it's hard to tell
It's like that there's a music playing in your ear
But the music is impossible, impossible to hear
But then I feel it move me
Like a burning deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I'm flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I'm free I'm free
Electricity, sparks inside of me
And I'm free, I'm free
I'm free. Free I'm free


......We are free!!!.... 

Aug 8, 2012

Bravery


Warrior is a Child
By Garry Valenciano

Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
I'm strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears


They don't know that I come running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Coz deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child


Unafraid because His arrow is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
I never face retreat, oh no
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet


They don't know that I come running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Coz deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child

May 1, 2012

ika-7 taong ng putoblog na ito

Ito ay isang HOBBY parin...

Parang kelan lang... ang mga pangarap ko'y.......



Nawawala parin ang ilang mga larawan dahil nagsara ang "geocities" at ang lumang "hosting", sumama doon. Nahanap ko ang ilan raw files ng 2005 at na-upload ko ulit dito noong mga nakaraang araw. Ang iba waley talaga.