If Love Rocks

Bakit kaya ang theme song ng mga mag syota palagi senti?

Kung ako magkaka theme song gusto ko ROCK!!! kasi love rocks diba? =)) :))

Artist: Aerosmith
Title: Crazy

Come 'ere baby
You know you drive me up the wall
the way you make good on all the nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you got somthin' on your mind other than me
Girl, you got to change your crazy ways
You hear me
Say you're leavin on a seven thirty train
and that you're headin' out to Hollywood
Girl you been givin me the line so many times
it kinda gets like feelin bad looks good
That kinda lovin'
Turns a man to a slave
That kinda lovin'
Sends a man right to his grave
chorus
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue. . .
You're packin up your stuff and talkin like it's tough
and tryin to tell me that it's time to go
But I know you ain't wearin' nothin' underneath that overcoat
And it's all a show
That kinda lovin'
Makes me wanna pull
Down the shade, yeah
That kinda lovin'
Yeah, now I'm never gonna be the same
chorus
I'm losin my mind, girl
'Cause I'm goin' crazy
I need your love, honey
I need your love
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
I'm losin my mind, girl
'Cause I'm goin' crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
You turn it on, then you're gone
Yeah you drive me

headbang! =))

Missing my girls

I'm missing my girls.

ate Heidz and Jean

I dunno how these two opposite poles jive with another extremely opposing pole that is me.

Jean is way too straight-forward, outspoken, bold, daring, valiant yet snivels over chessy pick up lines of Basha and Popoy ( One More Chance ) and sniffs sheepishly over telenovelas she frequently browse in youtube. She is a crybaby who will remain steadfastly fastened with the ones she truly care about. She is a devil with a halo who will stand with you through fires yet constantly brighten a gloomy day with her contagious laugh. She is Jean.

Ate heidz is tame, prim, tact, refine, fragile yet vague in matters dealing with emotions. She has the most timid smiles she rarely share and clamor in between giggles and whispers. Nothing in the world is hard to decode than her. Her thoughts run deep as that of Mariana's Trench and her perceptions as vast as the Pacific. In her calmness she wonders vigorously amidst love and hatred while grimace in the innermost. She is a friend and very good in maintaining her job as one. She is ate Heidz.

I miss Jean - the LOUD
I miss ate Heidz - the SILENT

...the half representations of myself.

I miss myself.
That is.

SHE

When love beckons to you, follow her,
though her ways are hard and steep.
And when her wings enfold you, yield to her,
though the sword hidden among her opinions may wound you.
And she speaks to you , believe in her,
though her voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you,
so shall she crucify you.
Even as she for your growth so as she for your pruning.
Even as she ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall she ascends to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
She threshes you to make you naked.
She sifts you to free you from husks.
She grinds you to whiteness.
She kneads you until u are pliant; and then she assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast...

RE: The Laminin Connection

Here is something I think you and your medical friends might greatly enjoy. This was an article sent thru my mail which brought goosebumps.

A couple of days ago I was running (I use that term very loosely) on my treadmill, watching a DVD sermon by Louie Giglio...and I was BLOWN AWAY! I want to share what I learned....but I fear not being able to convey it as well as I want. I will share anyway.

He (Louie) was talking about how inconceivably BIG our God is...how He spoke the universe into being...how He breathes stars out of His mouth that are huge raging balls of fire...etc. etc. Then He went on to speak of how this star-breathing, universe creating God ALSO knitted our human bodies together with amazing detail and wonder. At this point I am LOVING it (fascinating from a medical standpoint, you know.) .....and I was remembering how I was constantly amazed during medical school as I learned more and more about God's handiwork. I remember so many times thinking....'How can ANYONE deny that a Creator did all of this???'

Louie went on to talk about how we can trust that the God who created all this, also has the power to hold it all together when things seem to be falling apart...how our loving Creator is also our sustainer.

And then I lost my breath And it wasn't because I was running my treadmill, either!!!
It was because he started talking about laminin. I knew about laminin. Here is how wikipedia describes them :'Laminins are a family of proteins that are an integral part of the structural scaffolding of basement membranes in almost every animal tissue.' You see....laminins are what hold us together....LITERALLY. They are cell adhesion molecules They are what holds one cell of our bodies to the next cell. Without them, we would literally fall apart. And I knew all this already. But what I didn't know is what laminin LOOKED LIKE.

But now I do. And I have thought about it a thousand times since (already)....
Here is what the structure of laminin looks like...AND THIS IS NOT a 'Christian portrayal' of it....if you look up laminin in any scientific/medical piece of literature, this is what you will see...
This definition of laminin is from: http://www.fasebj.org/cgi/content/abstract/4/2/148

'Globular and rod like domains are arranged in an extended four-armed, cruciform shape...'

Now tell me that our God is not the coolest!!! Amazing.
The glue that holds us together....ALL of us....is in the shape of the cross.
Immediately Colossians 1:15-17 comes to mind.

'He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation.
For by him all things were created; things in heaven and on earth , visible and invisible,
whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities;
all things were created by him and for him.
He is before all things,
and in him all things HOLD TOGETHER. '
Colossians 1:15-17

twelve eleven -Oh!- seven

” I don’t just like you. I love how the oasis sprouts amidst this desert in harmony with your giggles and laughters. Yeah, maybe I love you and until I have figure out the depths of it yet, will you be mine? “

Aw. Sometimes I despise how the forebrain do some playbacks.

:(

Okay ka lang ba?

I hate when people ask, Ok ka lang ba?

A universal question that is either meant to comfort or just plain slip of the tongue.

Irritating actually when someone butt in the words in the middle of my whimper.

Part of my daily boring routine is commuting. I ride the jeepney most of the time and i prefer the seat next to the driver. Gives me the full view of the road ahead. Somehow relaxing as it dangles from cars to cars along edsa which trigger an excruciating thrill in my innercore. I always wanted to drive but chances never favor me and to sit near the steering wheel is more like driving the car myself. Teehee.

The other night on my way home, one bumpy ride that changed my connotation regarding the title, there was this guy who sat with me on that one sitter passenger side. I was about to make faces because I was like a crumpled paper between this guy and the driver when suddenly he turned to me and asked, " Pwede ba makiupo, jan lang naman ako sa Welcome?". Who can say NO?! I mean with those puppy dog eyes?! :)) I nod and give him the cold shoulder while weighing myself as the jeepney sways when overtaking some cars. Out of the blue he said, OK KA LANG BA? Sa isip isip ko, " duh, obvious ba? " but then there came the lines i never expect him to say; " Obviously hindi, pasensya ka na ha? and moved a little farther away. WOW. For most commuters they wouldn't really care at all if uneasy yung passenger na katabi nila given the fact na " PARE-PAREHO NAMAN TAYO NAGBABAYAD AH ". But this guy? w-O-w is all i can say.

He made me figured out that the sincerity of " Ok ka lang ba?" wasn't at the moment you spilled it but at the follow up words.

That'll make the difference.

Ikaw? Ok ka lang ba? :)) =))

Overworked. Underpaid.

When I say " I'm tired ", I dont usually mean my body is exasperated from work. Sometimes being tired is not at all on the physical aspect.. the heart tends to overwork too, you know.

Overworked yet underpaid.

:(

masokista mode

Why did not the mountains fall on me?

Why did not the earth gape and swallow me up?

r a i n d r o p s

Spending hours outside just trying to regroup all of the thoughts that were there before. I found out how many I had sacrificed. We forget things. We forget feelings. We forget memories. Until someone or something comes along and reminds us. Everytime it would rain, no matter what I was doing, or who I was with…I ran. I ran outside and sacrificed myself to every drop. I didn’t realize how long it had been until that day. That day months later, when I ran outside. I was playing dress up, nearly 18 yrs. old, and wanted to be the leaf, the sponge, the blade of grass, the flower, the landing pad for every drop of rain the clouds were willing to part with. I miss those days. I’ve missed so many of those raindrops in the past few months.

If only we could make the time to look for a four leaf clover, turn over a rock to see what’s under it or just lay back on a warm day and look for shapes in the clouds….. but to be a child again and face those teenaged years?. errr…

Then again perhaps the raindrops that I so eloquently speak of are fleeting glimpses of the heaven that is to come, (after we are very old) when we become like children again.

I guess until then we should make the time, watch for rain, and be ready to run outside. Until then…

jUsT mE aNd mY sILLy tHouGhTs

If the mind forgets, does the heart forget too? Or will the soul remember everything and plant each scene in the heart along with the feelings that ceased to exist when the memory cells die down?

If the soul forgets and the mind deteriorates, will the heart keep all the memories unshattered or flash scenes like the blue sky’s reflection against the cascading waters?

If the heart forgets and the soul is trapped into nothingness, can the mind still define the coexistence of eros and psyche? or are these two destined to exist to be extinct?

How will you keep the fire burning when Zypherus blows its cold sweet kisses amidst the heat of the midday sun?

How does it feel to be totally forgotten and yet be the one who remembers everything? …

-mynameiskaren-