Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Vincent Versions (VV)

This classic had always been my favorite since college days.It's a sad song, it just only mean one thing. Most of time people tend to judge us. I am telling myself, I wish I could change my name into "Ms. Understood". Being frank and honest I am not that popular with most of the people.

I can understand all the Vincents in these world. These is my only favor, I always wanted to be understood. Sometimes analysis is no longer needed. If you love someone, no questions asked, the answer will surely be "Yes". I had many missed chances, but hopefully this time I'll get this one right. On the first place, someone came who knows me better than myself. I am just glad that the Lord opened my eyes just right in time. Vincent deserves just another Vincent.


Don McLean - Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Lyrics
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
   
The version by Vonda Shepherd

 
 And version by Josh Groban
 

 And of course the original by Don Mclean

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Sulat ni Nanay at Tatay sa Atin



One senior citizen's motto is "Bumaket/Lumakay kayonto, madanonyonto met!" (You'll grow old someday, and you'll be like us). This was a forwarded email I saved here in my hard disk. Back those days, where most of us, still write long mails and used to forwarding emails too.

~ jean


Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin

Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at
pagpasensyahan. Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay
nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag
kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin
ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing
sisigawan mo ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan
ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng
"bingi!" Paki-ulit na lang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat
nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.

Kapag mahina na tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong
tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo
noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging
makulit at paulit ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta
pakinggan mo na lang ako. Huwag mo sana akong
pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan. Natatandaan mo
anak noong bata ka pa? Kapag gusto mo ng lobo,paulit- ulit
mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't
hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtiyagaan ko ang
kakulitan mo.

Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy
matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting
maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit
kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.
Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kitang
habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit,
dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo,
maiintindihan mo rin.

Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo,
kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong
nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho,
subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na
akong makakwentohan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka
interesado sa mga kwento ko. Natatandaan mo anak,
noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kong pakinggan at
intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa
iyong teddy bear.

At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at
maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwga mo sana akong
pagsawaan alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako
man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan, pagtiyagaan mo sana
akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay.
Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.

Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan
mo sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng
loob na harapin ang kamatayan.

At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos
na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagapalain ka
sana ... dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...

Friday, February 24, 2012

Despicable Me




Just this week, Despicable Me, was shown in our local cable network. I have watched this movie last August 2010 in Mall Of Asia, on 3D cinema. Movie treat by my younger sister Jamy, and together with Chona, my mother and Me, we watched the said movie. I really enjoyed watching it. Pero sabi ni Mama, di daw nya naiintindihan, nakikisabay na lang sya tumawa if kailangang tatawa. What would you one expect of a senior citizen to enjoy a 3D animated movie.Hehehe. Buti sana if it's a Sarah Geronimo and Gerald Anderson movie, sure ko she'll enjoy it. =)

But for me, I really like Dr. Gru. Minsan kasi it's better to love a bad person who'll turn out to be a good one, than a someone you know na kind hearted who'll change into a monster.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Sinong Mag-Aakala by Sitti



Sinong Mag aakala na ika’y magiging akin
sinong maniniwala ang isang katulad mo’y umibig
sa isang tulad ko, na tila wala ng pag asang
Makadama pa ng isang pagibig na tunay at wagas.

Chorus:
Para lang ako nanaginip ng gising
Para lang ako lumulutang sa hangin at
salamat sa iyo..
nagkakulay muli ang Mundo..

Sinong Mag aakala na ika’y mapapasakin
sinong maniniwala na ikaw ay laging na
sa puso ko at damdamin wala ng ibang
mamahalin pangako ko lamang sayo
Pagibig ko tunay at wagas..

Chorus:
Para lang ako nanaginip ng gising
Para lang ako lumulutang sa hangin at
salamat sa iyo..
nagkakulay muli ang Mundo..
Para lang ako nanaginip ng gising
Para lang ako lumulutang sa hangin at
salamat sa iyo..
salamat sayo..salamat sayo..
nagkakulay muli ang Mundo..


Time heals all wounds. God is so good, that He can heal anything. God also send intruments, to bring sunshine in one's life. And this song by Sitti is my favorite. It inspires me to hope and trust again, and like what she said "Salamat sa yo, nagkakulay muli ang mundo". Dati kasi ang slide ko direct smear lang, colorless, now it's stained with let's say Grams' stain, thus may kulay muli ang mundo.

Love Phobia

Every Sunday night, CinemaOne presents a Tagalized Korean movie. And two weeks ago, before Valentine's Day, they have shown "Love Phobia". It is a sad lovestory, wherein the heroine dies. And my younger sister, asked me, why Koreans keep on filming movies with sad ending. I don't know if I had answered her question, but one thing I am sure of, I can relate to stories with sad ending. Not all lovestories end with a happily ever after, some fall many times. What's important is letting go, moving on and trying to love again.




Panagyaman

My schedule as church organist in our parish is first mass, which is an Ilokano Mass. And this song, Panagyaman (Thanksgiving) is one of my favorite Recessional Song.



Napnut’ ragsak daytoy riknak
Napnut’ ayat toy kararuak
A mangiyebkas kenka Amak
Toy nanumo unay a kantak

Koro
Agyamanak Ama, agyamannak
Iti amin amin a banag
Awan ngatan nasinsin-aw nga ayat
Ti napudpudno a pagtalkak
Agyamannak Ama, agyamannak
Iti dakes inlisinak
Di matukod, di nga umdas
A pangsubalit toy biag

Di matukod, di nga umdas
A pangsubalit toy biag

=======================================

G                                C         G
Napnut’ ragsak daytoy riknak
                     C        F       C
Napnut’ ayat toy kararuak
                D           D7         G
A mangiyebkas kenka Amak
Am                       D        G-Dsus
Toy nanumo unay a kantak

Koro
G                                 C          G
Agyamanak Ama, agyamannak
                             D
Iti amin, amin a banag
Am             D7
Awan ngatan nasinsin-aw nga ayat


       C                 D7          G-Dsus


 Ti napudpudno a pagtalkak
G                                 C          G
Agyamannak Ama, agyamannak
     G7         C
Iti dakes inlisinak
     C                      G
Di matukod, di nga umdas
  Am             D7        G
A pangsubalit toy biag



Friday, February 17, 2012

Partners and Marriage

I received this essay through email last February 19, 2005. I haven't updated this blog since that year, for the fact maybe that I had been busy with other things. But then again just this year, I am back blogging. I have other blogs aside from this one, but for now, this is the blog I want to share. I just want to post it here, just in case it might be of help.

~ jean


Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo Manila University, Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at that time, was the Philosophy department head. Currently he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but was also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades...)
Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn't teach at all...Calasanz got his A+. Read the paper below to find out why.

PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz

I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.

When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual tolerance of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.

And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the others habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?
The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.

Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.

The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept up into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.

This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each others company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.

After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.
Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance does not become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.

There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.
So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.
Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come.

If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.

But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousness come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.

But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.

So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom...endlessly.

Maskara



Minsan iniisip ko, bakit kailangan pa nating itago kung ano at sino tayo sa isang maskara. Hindi ba pwedeng maging totoo na lang? Hindi lang sa iyong sarili kundi pati na rin sa ibang tao?

Ang maskara, maitago man ang kaanyuan, lalabas din kung ano ang tunay na pagkatao. Dahil ang bulok, pabanguhan man ng isang tambak na pabango, aalingasaw pa rin ang baho.Malalim ba ang nararating ng aking kaisipan? Marahil nga?Sapagkat sa mundong ito, hindi natin mapagkakasya sa isang talata, o minsan pa nga sa isang libro ang tunay nating pagkatao. Patuloy kasi tayong binabago ng panahon, minsan sa isang kisap mata ang kinalakhan nating ugali ay napapalitan. Wika nga sa salitang Inglis "the only constant thing in this world is change".

Tulad ng pagkakaibigan. Makikilala lamang kung sino ang totoo sa pagtagal ng panahon. Ang kaibigan na di ka kayang iwanan kahit kalimitan naalala mo lamang sa mga oras ng kalungkutan. Kaibigan na kaya kang mahalin kahit di ka perperkto, kaya kunsitihin pati kalokohan mo. Ang pagsasamahang totoo wika nga nila’y tulad ng isang alak, habang tumatagal lalong sumasarap.Kaya kang mahalin at kilalanin kahit natatabingan pa ng isang maskara.

Paminsan minsan, ang maskara ito hindi man nakikita,nararamdaman na lamang. Maaring isa rin ako sa karamihan na nagsusuot nito,hindi ko iyon maikakaila, pero sana kahit alisin ko ang aking maskara matutuhan pa ring tanggapin na tunay ang pagkakaibigan at pagmamahal na kaya kong ibigay..


by jeanmmelgar December 10, 2004