The Comeback

I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

....Yes, it is I. And this is my comeback.

I woke up one morning and feel this totally Zen-like moment where I got to evaluate the life that I have been leading so far and I am not happy with the results. I need to take a step back from trying to get a Master's degree in Literature even if that's what I really want to do. I realize that more importantly I should be more productive and start giving back to my family what they have done for me in the past 21 22 years. Yes, I have decided to be a good son (once again).

So, this blog is going to get really busy from hereon out. I have returned. And it is a sweet return.

Meanwhile, here's a clip from the ruthlessly funny show "The Comeback" starring the very talented and very funny Lisa Kudrow (Friends' Phoebe)...

a telephone call

by Dorothy Parker

PLEASE, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won't ask anything else of You, truly I won't. It isn't very much to ask. It would be so little to You, God, such a little, little thing. Only let him telephone now. Please, God. Please, please, please.

If I didn't think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. Sometimes it does that. If I could think of something else. If I could think of something else. Knobby if I counted five hundred by fives, it might ring by that time. I'll count slowly. I won't cheat. And if it rings when I get to three hundred, I won't stop; I won't answer it until I get to five hundred. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty.... Oh, please ring. Please.

This is the last time I'll look at the clock. I will not look at it again. It's ten minutes past seven. He said he would telephone at five o'clock. "I'll call you at five, darling." I think that's where he said "darling." I'm almost sure he said it there. I know he called me "darling" twice, and the other time was when he said good-by. "Good-by, darling." He was busy, and he can't say much in the office, but he called me "darling" twice. He couldn't have minded my calling him up. I know you shouldn't keep telephoning them--I know they don't like that. When you do that they know you are thinking about them and wanting them, and that makes them hate you. But I hadn't talked to him in three days-not in three days. And all I did was ask him how he was; it was just the way anybody might have called him up. He couldn't have minded that. He couldn't have thought I was bothering him. "No, of course you're not," he said. And he said he'd telephone me. He didn't have to say that. I didn't ask him to, truly I didn't. I'm sure I didn't. I don't think he would say he'd telephone me, and then just never do it. Please don't let him do that, God. Please don't.

"I'll call you at five, darling." "Good-by, darling.,' He was busy, and he was in a hurry, and there were people around him, but he called me "darling" twice. That's mine, that's mine. I have that, even if I never see him again. Oh, but that's so little. That isn't enough. Nothing's enough, if I never see him again. Please let me see him again, God. Please, I want him so much. I want him so much. I'll be good, God. I will try to be better, I will, If you will let me see him again. If You will let him telephone me. Oh, let him telephone me now.

Ah, don't let my prayer seem too little to You, God. You sit up there, so white and old, with all the angels about You and the stars slipping by. And I come to You with a prayer about a telephone call. Ah, don't laugh, God. You see, You don't know how it feels. You're so safe, there on Your throne, with the blue swirling under You. Nothing can touch You; no one can twist Your heart in his hands. This is suffering, God, this is bad, bad suffering. Won't You help me? For Your Son's sake, help me. You said You would do whatever was asked of You in His name. Oh, God, in the name of Thine only beloved Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord, let him telephone me now.

I must stop this. I mustn't be this way. Look. Suppose a young man says he'll call a girl up, and then something happens, and he doesn't. That isn't so terrible, is it? Why, it's gong on all over the world, right this minute. Oh, what do I care what's going on all over the world? Why can't that telephone ring? Why can't it, why can't it? Couldn't you ring? Ah, please, couldn't you? You damned, ugly, shiny thing. It would hurt you to ring, wouldn't it? Oh, that would hurt you. Damn you, I'll pull your filthy roots out of the wall, I'll smash your smug black face in little bits. Damn you to hell.

No, no, no. I must stop. I must think about something else. This is what I'll do. I'll put the clock in the other room. Then I can't look at it. If I do have to look at it, then I'll have to walk into the bedroom, and that will be something to do. Maybe, before I look at it again, he will call me. I'll be so sweet to him, if he calls me. If he says he can't see me tonight, I'll say, "Why, that's all right, dear. Why, of course it's all right." I'll be the way I was when I first met him. Then maybe he'll like me again. I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

I think he must still like me a little. He couldn't have called me "darling" twice today, if he didn't still like me a little. It isn't all gone, if he still likes me a little; even if it's only a little, little bit. You see, God, if You would just let him telephone me, I wouldn't have to ask You anything more. I would be sweet to him, I would be gay, I would be just the way I used to be, and then he would love me again. And then I would never have to ask You for anything more. Don't You see, God? So won't You please let him telephone me? Won't You please, please, please?

Are You punishing me, God, because I've been bad? Are You angry with me because I did that? Oh, but, God, there are so many bad people --You could not be hard only to me. And it wasn't very bad; it couldn't have been bad. We didn't hurt anybody, God. Things are only bad when they hurt people. We didn't hurt one single soul; You know that. You know it wasn't bad, don't You, God? So won't You let him telephone me now?

If he doesn't telephone me, I'll know God is angry with me. I'll count five hundred by fives, and if he hasn't called me then, I will know God isn't going to help me, ever again. That will be the sign. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five. . . It was bad. I knew it was bad. All right, God, send me to hell. You think You're frightening me with Your hell, don't You? You think. Your hell is worse than mine.

I mustn't. I mustn't do this. Suppose he's a little late calling me up --that's nothing to get hysterical about. Maybe he isn't going to call--maybe he's coming straight up here without telephoning. He'll be cross if he sees I have been crying. They don't like you to cry. He doesn't cry. I wish to God I could make him cry. I wish I could make him cry and tread the floor and feel his heart heavy and big and festering in him. I wish I could hurt him like hell.

He doesn't wish that about me. I don't think he even knows how he makes me feel. I wish he could know, without my telling him. They don't like you to tell them they've made you cry. They don't like you to tell them you're unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you're possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games. Oh, I thought we didn't have to; I thought this was so big I could say whatever I meant. I guess you can't, ever. I guess there isn't ever anything big enough for that. Oh, if he would just telephone, I wouldn't tell him I had been sad about him. They hate sad people. I would be so sweet and so gay, he couldn't help but like me. If he would only telephone. If he would only telephone.

Maybe that's what he is doing. Maybe he is coming on here without calling me up. Maybe he's on his way now. Something might have happened to him. No, nothing could ever happen to him. I can't picture anything happening to him. I never picture him run over. I never see him lying still and long and dead. I wish he were dead. That's a terrible wish. That's a lovely wish. If he were dead, he would be mine. If he were dead, I would never think of now and the last few weeks. I would remember only the lovely times. It would be all beautiful. I wish he were dead. I wish he were dead, dead, dead.

This is silly. It's silly to go wishing people were dead just because they don't call you up the very minute they said they would. Maybe the clock's fast; I don't know whether it's right. Maybe he's hardly late at all. Anything could have made him a little late. Maybe he had to stay at his office. Maybe he went home, to call me up from there, and somebody came in. He doesn't like to telephone me in front of people. Maybe he's worried, just alittle, little bit, about keeping me waiting. He might even hope that I would call him up. I could do that. I could telephone him.

I mustn't. I mustn't, I mustn't. Oh, God, please don't let me telephone him. Please keep me from doing that. I know, God, just as well as You do, that if he were worried about me, he'd telephone no matter where he was or how many people there were around him. Please make me know that, God. I don't ask YOU to make it easy for me--You can't do that, for all that You could make a world. Only let me know it, God. Don't let me go on hoping. Don't let me say comforting things to myself. Please don't let me hope, dear God. Please don't.

I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I ram. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you. I should think it would be so sweet to be sure.

It would be so easy to telephone him. Then I'd know. Maybe it wouldn't be a foolish thing to do. Maybe he wouldn't mind. Maybe he'd like it. Maybe he has been trying to get me. Sometimes people try and try to get you on the telephone, and they say the number doesn't answer. I'm not just saying that to help myself; that really happens. You know that really happens, God. Oh, God, keep me away from that telephone. Kcep me away. Let me still have just a little bit of pride. I think I'm going to need it, God. I think it will be all I'll have.

Oh, what does pride matter, when I can't stand it if I don't talk to him? Pride like that is such a silly, shabby little thing. The real pride, the big pride, is in having no pride. I'm not saying that just because I want to call him. I am not. That's true, I know that's true. I will be big. I will be beyond little prides.

Please, God, keep me from, telephoning him. Please, God.

I don't see what pride has to do with it. This is such a little thing, for me to be bringing in pride, for me to be making such a fuss about. I may have misunderstood him. Maybe he said for me to call him up, at five. "Call me at five, darling." He could have said that, perfectly well. It's so possible that I didn't hear him right. "Call me at five, darling." I'm almost sure that's what he said. God, don't let me talk this way to myself. Make me know, please make me know.

I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still. Maybe I could read. Oh, all the books are about people who love each other, truly and sweetly. What do they want to write about that for? Don't they know it isn't tree? Don't they know it's a lie, it's a God damned lie? What do they have to tell about that for, when they know how it hurts? Damn them, damn them, damn them.

I won't. I'll be quiet. This is nothing to get excited about. Look. Suppose he were someone I didn't know very well. Suppose he were another girl. Then I d just telephone and say, "Well, for goodness' sake, what happened to you?" That's what I'd do, and I'd never even think about it. Why can't I be casual and natural, just because I love him? I can be. Honestly, I can be. I'll call him up, and be so easy and pleasant. You see if I won't, God. Oh, don't let me call him. Don't, don't, don't.

God, aren't You really going to let him call me? Are You sure, God? Couldn't You please relent? Couldn't You? I don't even ask You to let him telephone me this minute, God; only let him do it in a little while. I'll count five hundred by fives. I'll do it so slowly and so fairly. If he hasn't telephoned then, I'll call him. I will. Oh, please, dear God, dear kind God, my blessed Father in Heaven, let him call before then. Please, God. Please.

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twentyfive, thirty, thirty-five....

Once again...

You give me joy...

Going Garcia-Villa

LYRIC 17

Jose Garcia Villa

First, a poem must be magical,
Then musical as a sea-gull.
It must be a brightness moving
And hold secret a bird's flowering.
It must be slender as a bell,
And it must hold fire as well.
It must have the wisdom of bows
And it must kneel like a rose.
It must be able to hear
The luminance of dove and deer.
It must be able to hide
What it seeks, like a bride.
And over all I would like to hover
God, smiling from the poem's cover.

In this poem, Villa extensively makes use of simile in every line. He is basically trying to relate to the readers what a poem is supposed to be. I say “supposed to be” because of the modal “must”. Therefore Villa is not merely stating what a poem “is” but the demonstrative criteria for what it ought to be. The poem sort of reminds me of Archibald McLeash’s “Ars Poetica”.

Let’s examine Villa’s use of oxymoron in this poem. How can the “sea-gull” be “musical”? And how can a “bird” “flower”? I guess what he’s saying is that poems must be able to elicit beauty out of the undesirable for innately, there is beauty in all things. And the “flowering” of the “bird” shows the literary genius that Villa is.

Mostly, if not all, the similes he made use in this poem are comparative to the ones that happen in nature. Therefore, in a way, Villa is saying that a poem must be “organic”. It should be living and as real as the things in nature. Because of its living character, it must be able to be apprehended by the human senses. It shouldn’t be synthetic. It should be able to carry with it emotions (“it must hold fire as well”). It must be a thing of beauty (aesthetics; “it must be able to hear the luminance of dove and deer”). Above all, a poem must carry with it a transcendental element, somewhat celestial to the point of being sacred. This explains the last line of the poem, “God, smiling from the poem’s cover.” All these things, he believes gives depth to a poem, not just mere words.

my french assignment... x_x

Mon Famille (My Family)

Salut! Je suis Philip Mamugay. J'habite à Fuentes,de Iligan ville. Mon père le nom est Jerry S. Mamugay. Il est quarante-quatre ans. Il travaille actuellement dans les Bahamas. Ma maman le nom est Maria Luditha P. Mamugay. Elle est quarante-trois ans. Elle fonctionne comme une école élémentaire professeur dans une école publique. J'ai trois frères et soeurs et ils sont tous plus jeune que moi. J'ai deux frères à savoir Marc Darrel et Vaughn pour. Le plus jeune dans notre famille est ma soeur nommé Mari Leigh Zyalcy. Mon frère Marc est dix-neuf ans et est également prise AB-English. Vaughn est onze ans – un an de plus que Zyalcy. Vaughn études dans une école publique tandis que Zyalcy est dans une école privée. Nous n'a jamais manger notre repas ensemble à la table à manger. Mes frères et soeurs et j'aime à voir dessins animés.

Hotel Discounts in Asia Pacific!

I've aways been the type of person who likes to travel. I like seeing new places, meeting new people, understanding other people's cultures, and having new experiences. Among the top bracket of my "Places To Go To Once I Get A Stable Job" list is Singapore.

Why, you ask? Because it's one of the most productive places in Asia. And it's also the melting pot of a variety of races that include both western and oriental. And since broadening my cultural experience is what I aim for, I believe Singapore would quench my thirst for that.

People say it costs a lot, though (what with the global economic recession and all). For one, there's the air fare. Second, you have to pay for a hotel to stay in. And since it's a vacation, you wouldn't want to be stuck in a shabby accomodation. That would certainly ruin the fun out of the trip you have planned to do.

Well, what if I tell you that you can go to any country in Asia Pacific without having to worry about how expensive hotel accomodations are? Yes, such a thing does exist! And it's in the very presence of Accor Hotels City Super Sale. With this promo, you can save over 60% on hotel accomodations by just visiting their website and booking online from june 23-29 for stays in the 10th of July and the 30th of September this year.

See?! It's an interesting offer! You won't have to cut back on the money alloted for having fun while being away since you'd then be spending less on grand city hotels on location.

Been wanting to take that trip to Malaysia or China or wherever in Asia? What's stopping you? Take it now! This offer's for a limited time only. Hurry because you can't afford not to! ;)

My 100 Songs (in no particular order)

BaBabe, I’m Gonna Leave You – Led Zeppelin

2. Lightning Crashes – Live

3. American Boy – Estelle feat. Kanye West

4. Ang Huling el Bimbo – Eraserheads (yes, the Philippine music scene was once great before we all turned deaf because of novelty songs)

5. Say It Ain’t So – MoZella

6. Kindly Unspoken – Kate Voegele

7. Forevermore – Katie Herzig (because we are kids at heart)

8. Raindrops – Regina Spektor (this is just…awww…)

9. Not A Virgin – Poe (well, a song has to be written to say it)

10. Move Along – The All-American Rejects

11. Fascination Street – The Cure (there was a time when guys wearing make-up was deemed cool)

12. Coin-Operated Boy – The Dresden Dolls (it’s okay to be idealistic)

13. Dear Penis – Randy Travis (it’s okay to talk about your private parts and laugh about it)

14. Writing To reach You – Travis

15. Santa Baby – [forgot who] (some people find obese guys hot, so eat your heart out)

16. He’s A Tramp – Peggy Lee (for those philandering males who are loved because they’re jerks)

17. Save You – Matthew Perryman Jones

18. My Favorite Song – Skyler Stonestreet (so sweet… X_X)

19. Sea Song – Lisa Hannigan

20. I Don’t Know – Lisa Hannigan (determined to do something for a stranger…unsolicited flirting)

21. As Much As You Lead – Lex Land

22. One of Those Days – Joshua Radin

23. One Thing – Amerie (because she’s smart and you have to be turned on with just that…and in case that doesn’t do the tricks, she’s sexy too..x_x)

24. Scream – Chris Cornell

25. Wonderful World – James Morrison (you HAVE to love that guy)

26. Love Me, Please Love Me – Michel Polnareff (Jou souis fou de vouusss!!!!...^_^)

27. Henrietta – The Fratellis

28. Better Together – Jack Johnson (will make you want to fall in love…and heaven knows how much we all need it)

29. Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien – Edith Piaf (helps you dignify the life you’ve led)

30. Milord – Edith Piaf (because French music is sexy)

31. Rejazz – Regina Spektor (convince yourself that after a break up, life goes on)

32. Beautiful Girl – Jose Mari Chan (if I were a girl, I’d have this song played on my debut party x_x)

33. Scar – Missy Higgins

34. Never Say Never – The Fray (it’s The Fray, man! Come on!)

35. How To Save A Life- The Fray

36. Maybe – Secondhand Serenade (a little emo song never hurt anyone, except maybe the emos themselves)

37. Joy – Bonnie Pink

38. Mamma Mia! – Abba (let’s face it, it’s catchy)

39. Piazza New York Catcher – Belle & Sebastian

40. Fuck You Very Much (GWB) – Lily Allen (someone has to do the cursing for you)

41. Sea of Love – Cat Power

42. Smile – Lily Allen (for those who have jerks for exes)

43. Moonriver – Andrei Rieu

44. Africa – Toto (come on! you have to have at least one Toto song in your playlist!)

45. Are You Gonna Be My Girl – Jet

46. Toxic – Britney Spears (you damn right, Britney Spears!)

47. Nobody Does It Better – Carly Simon

48. Hard Habit To Break – Chicago

49. Making Love Out of Nothing At All – Air Supply (what? I like to sing the karaoke. ;p)

50. 1234 – Feist

51. Your Body Is A Wonderland – John Mayer (just to get girls to sleep with you)

52. Never Say Goodbye – Bon Jovi (for the “losing the key” part and “losing more than that in the backseat”)

53. Woo Hoo – The 5, 6, 7, 8s (shows that a song doesn’t have to have a lot of lyrics to be okay)

54. Sophia – Nerina Pallot

55. Those Sweet Words – Norah Jones (jazz, baby!)

56. I Love To Singa – Owl Johnson (this is how my childhood was like)

57. Habanera (Carmen) – Paco de Lucia (proof that a woman’s love can be dangerous)

58. Penny and Me – Hanson (you don’t have to wear black eyeliners to whine while singing)

59. Can’t Stop – Red Hot Chili Peppers

60. On The Radio – Regina Spektor

61. Ballade Pour Adeline – Richard Claydermann (I know this isn’t a song)

62. Canon in D – Pachelbel (this one too)

63. Still Loving You – Scorpions (shoot me now)

64. Burn – Usher

65. Kantorii Rodo – Unknown (Japanese version of Take Me Home, Country Roads)

66. The Scientist – Coldplay

67. Bad Things – Jace Everett

68. Sweet Memory – Melody Gardot

69. Like A Rose – Lucinda Williams (to tell you that sex is okay)

70. Indiana – Meg and Dia (that playing the guitar is cool)

71. Easy To Love – Sons of William

72. Alison – Elvis Costello

73. Hands Down – Dashboard Confessional (the best date you’ll ever have)

74. Standing In The Rain – Jamie Scott and The Town (it’s okay to be cheesy)

75. Paris – La Rocca

76. Highly Suspicious – My Morning Jacket (if you’re a man and you sing in falceto, we won’t judge)

77. Said and Done – Meiko

78. Bad Habits – Michael Tolcher

79. 10,000 Stones – Adrianne Gonzales (for extracting your guilt)

80. Always Love – Nada Surf

81. Small Things – The Audreys

82. Sleepy Tigers – Her Space Holiday (just to make yourself smile)

83. Boston – Augustana

84. Kataomoi Fighter – Go! Go! 7188 (a song doesn’t have to be mellow when it’s about unrequited love)

85. Ride – Cary Brothers

86. Home Sweet Home – Motley Crue

87. Apologies – Grace Potter and The Nocturnals

88. Mushaboom – Feist

89. River – [Gundam Seed OST] (you don’t have to understand the lyrics of a song to like it)

90. Love – Matt White (it’s really okay to be in love…*hum dum dum*)

91. This Is How It Goes – Missy higgins (premarital spats…you they’re not gonna last long)

92. Santa’s on His Way – Bob Wills and The Texas Playboys (because you have got to love Christmas)

93. Everybody’s Changing – Keane (the facts of life, honey…)

94. I Can Feel a Hot One – Manchester Orchestra

95. Wordplay – Jason Mraz (love this guy, okay?)

96. Yellow - Coldplay (think of this song when you watch The Simpsons)

97. Quiet In My Town – Civil Twilight

98. Sadly Love – Matthew Ryan

99. Love Is The End – Keane

100.Hazy – Rosi Golan and William Fitzimmons