i have to admit i really love music. i have such a wide range of favorite genres that sometimes my friends would react that everything i hear i consider my favorite. not true actually. i hate some songs too but i have to admit again that whatever is pleasing to my ears, they are considered “nice” music to me. i think i influenced a lot of my cousins and some friends too in terms of this. sometimes i would be the one to let them listen those which i think are new and somehow “cool” to my own context. then they’d get hooked to them. i think for once i regret having done that because my brother got addicted to trance/house music to the point that he and his friend who is a dj would stay up all night trying to compile songs for the parties. LOL!
yes, i admit i had a phase in my life wherein i love to party… i was not known to be a party animal if i didn’t do it. i love tiesto. i don’t know the title of his mixes but when i do hear his music, i know it’s his. when they were being played, i would find my way in the middle of the crowd dancing with a glass of vodka or a bottle of beer. i wouldn’t care who were in my surroundings. i just hear his music. it was just his music and me. let my favorite dj combine his tribal group’s mixes with tiesto’s music and the crowd goes crazy… well, including me. i can really go party from night till morning when that happens.
that’s all in the past. i got tired of partying and i’m getting a little older for that. for once i thought i had better things to do other than partying. but still, it didn’t stop my from appreciating trance music.
anyway, i need to study now and the energy seems to be low. i tried looking for one song that can keep me up and and i found this video below. i danced for awhile (yup, crazy me danced) before i hit the books for a little review. while i let the music play over and over, i’m going to share this with you so that you’ll have your own one person party. enjoy tiesto!
I never thought the day will come that I will think lowly of someone I respect. I know I have written before about my uncle and his wife; of how they chose to ignore their responsibilities to everyone. I don’t really mean to write everything in here but I am not allowed to even give my piece of mind about what’s really happening. So when I’m oppressed, I vent it somewhere and that somewhere happens to be this blog.
I was trained to always broaden my mind and to think that relationships are far more important than any disagreements or differences. I was brought up in such a way familial responsibilities should always come first and that no matter what happens, family is still family.
I thought everything I learned came from the strictness of adherence to value formation by our maternal grandmother. I thought everyone was molded by the way she demanded unyielding compliance in everything she thought was the right manner or conduct in dealing with life. Because of these, I saw how my mother and her siblings emotionally react in certain situations. I saw how they willingly and unquestionably extend their hand whenever someone needed help. I was always reprimanded about my absence in someone else’s funeral, wedding, birthday or any special occasion. Why? That’s social obligation according to them. You just have to show that you care and that you are there for them. This made me laugh sometimes. I thought that’s really ridiculous considering how big the clan is in just one side of the family. How can I be there all the time for that? You have to make time was always the answer. Fine, I have to accept that.
Why do I say this now? It is because I can’t quite clearly understand how my uncle can unthinkably trash away some of that for the sake of pride. My mind couldn’t fathom the sizeable wall that separates him now from his mother and siblings. Of all the values that were taught to them, why neglect in giving the outmost respect and importance to your family? I know that it is by choice and, sadly, he chose to be that way. Everyone tried to reach him but his excuses are really idiosyncratic; those which only the stupid can understand and the worse part is that he stands by them.
I know that he is not that stupid to let his mother suffer or let his siblings have a hard time in dealing with everything. I know that somehow the values that our grandmother tried to instill in them have really deeply rooted in his persona no matter he masks them with his pride. I just wish he lowers them because everybody is hurting. If he gives no importance to his mother or to his relationship to his siblings, then maybe it is worth letting go of him too.
I just don’t like the idea that time will come he will regret everything… that if only he lowered his pride, everything should have been okay. It’s not too late yet but if it will be, then I’m really sorry.
And to his wife… mosquitoes are easy to smash. You can suck and suck but you are just so easy to smash. You will have your time too. Time will serve you karma.
There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.
like i said before, i didn’t frequently watch dawson’s creek but, well, there were quotes which catched my attention. here are two:
“Because, once you hear Dolly Parton’s original 1974 recording of I’ll Always Love You, the song made popular and sucky on the Bodyguard soundtrack, you will truly and possibly for the first time in your entire life, know what it means not to suck. And at that point, your entire universe will turn upside down. Everything that used to seem normal to you, will suddenly seem right.”
“Well, maybe I just wanted these people to see you through my eyes for one night. To see this girl. This woman, who has more class and intelligence and beauty and grace then anyone else who’s walking the face of the planet. Maybe things like this just come tumbling out of my mouth because I happen to be head over heels in love with you. But the really scary thing is, I think that they’re true.”
