Sitsiritsit, Alibangbang.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 5:02 PM

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Last night, the boyfr and I decided to take a walk down Iloilo’s boulevard (others call it Bike Road, Skate Park, etc). We tried to walk from Barbecue Park to Saviour Hospital but it was too dark since there was a total blackout at the city at around 6pm. Halfway through, we realized we were hungry so we walked back to Barbecue Park and bought fishballs, tempura, and squid rolls. We sat somewhere cozy and watched the sky, debated whether which one’s a star and which one’s an aircraft, sang “Sitsiritsit, alibangbang, salaguinto, salagubang” and tried to translate it in English, where we failed. Hehe. Then with full stomachs and empty pockets, we decided to call it a night and went to our respective homes.


We rarely spend times like this. :)

NU107.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 1:37 PM

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So at 12:07 of November 8th, 2010, NU107, the radio station that I and my cousins listened to when we were young and our folks so hated, signed off air for good. It's a sad sad day for all of us who grew up listening here.


Last night, I actually crept and tiptoed in my parents' room to access the internet and listen to NU's last hour on livestream.. and cried my heart out while listening. This morning, some Plurker recorded NU's last hour and uploaded it on the internet so I am now listening to it again.. and crying my heart out again.


I never got to say my goodbye to NU but I did light up a candle for them last night. Thank you NU107, you are now a wonderful part of my being, and every listener's lives as well.


I went through other people's goodbyes and here's what they had to say:


RIP #NU107 .. the end of a rockin' era.. you will surely be missed.. 


Para akong namatayan ng kapamilya. Goodbye, NU107.


Too bad the new generation will not be able to grow up w/NU107 but instead be weaned on Glee.


"Kahit hindi na uso ay ito lang ang alam ko..." NU107, ikaw lang ang alam kong Home of New Rock.. Salamat at paalam.


#nu107 ang preset #6 sa radyo ng kotse ko. Ano na tuloy ang ipapalit ko.


You only get a home of nu rock once in a lifetime." - Praise the heavens I had one in mine. Thank you #NU107.


goodbye, NU107. :-( I suppose now we all just have to make do with our iPods and mp3 players for driving music.


And that's it. Goodbye, NU107. That's one less decent radio station in this city.


When things sucked, NU cried & screamed w/ me. When things were awesome, we jumped around together. Maraming salamat sa lahat, #NU107. \m/


NU107 somehow made me dream to be a rockstar. :-( bye NU107


trying hard not to comment and just stay tuned in silence, but I'm already choking on my tears. Bye old friend. #NU107


Long live NU107. You rocked my world when you aired... You will still rock in my mind. You will never be forgotten. Rock on!







Creepy.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 12:52 PM

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That was one strange dream I had last night.


There was this person burning our phone line with calls we didn't want to take because we didn't know him. He kept calling anyway, saying he knew our family and that he needed our help. 


After a while, he showed up at our doorstep, scared and looked like he was running away from something. He had with him a yellow plastic bag which looked heavy. He told us to let him in because some guys were chasing after him.


The guy looked like a transvestite. He had perfectly shaped eyebrows and had red lipstick and light pink blush on his cheeks. He seemed like a woman, except for the sound of his voice. He also wore a tight white shirt, black skinny jeans, and black pointed shoes. He had long red-colored hair which he tied in a ponytail.


None of us in the house recognized him but sensing his need to get inside, we let him in. We asked what the hell was wrong with him, how he knew our family and who's chasing after him.


He laid the yellow plastic bag on top of the table, sat on the chair and began taking some things out of the bag. There was a little stainless pot, the one used for cooking rice, a lighter and a kerosene lamp. He then got up, went to the comfort room, and emptied the contents of the pot into the toilet bowl, poured the contents of the kerosene lamp and flicked the lighter, creating a huge fire.


He then began telling us a story.


"Remember your previous helper, Lenlen? I happened to have killed her. I didn't really mean to. I was out of my mind when I did it. It was an accident."


We all stared at him, our jaws dropped, mouths opened in shock and disbelief.


"That thing inside the pot, those were her bones. I kept it in my house for a while, didn't know what to do with it. The police has been trying to search for her. She's been lost for years. Something told me I should return her back to you. And I did."


We couldn't believe what this monster was trying to tell us. In shock, we had a hard time comprehending his story. He suddenly and hurriedly got out of the house and disappeared.


My brother tried to run after him but then, patrol cars suddenly came and searched the house. They saw the fire inside the comfort room, put it off and saw the charred bones. All of us were arrested then.


And then I woke up.

Empty Apartment.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 9:20 AM

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I'm in your room, fixing things up. I know how particular you are with how you arrange your shirts, your CD's, your shoes, your books. Your mom doesn't really know that but I do. 


Last night, I laid on your bed. I smelled your pillows. Sadly, your scent ain't there anymore. I wished you would come and visit me. I slept semi-consciously, waiting for you to hug me from behind and kiss my hair just like how you used to when you'd find me asleep on the couch, waiting for you. But you never came. And at around 4 in the morning, I cried. 


I missed you so much Kiks, this apartment isn't as alive as when you were still around.

Secrets.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 6:33 PM

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We talk in secret codes that don't really mean anything. And we seem to understand each other in ways no one ever can. "I love you's" aren't necessarily exchanged everyday. We both believe that the more you say it, the more it loses its meaning. That's how we communicate.


First Time.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 3:17 PM

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This is a story about my little angel, Vincent Benjamin.

Vincent Benjamin was born premature (only 33 weeks) on August 26th, 2010 at the city's government hospital. The institution lacked the facilities to support and sustain his life. Thus, his parents decided to bring him to the hospital where I am currently working. 

Upon admission, the doctors found out that he had Esophageal Atresia, a case in which the child's esophagus doesn't connect with the stomach and ends up in a pouch. Also, he had Tracheo-Esophageal Fistula. A normal person's trachea (the breathing tube that connects the nose and mouth with the lungs) doesn't connect with his esophagus (the swallowing tube). With little Vincent Benjamin, these two tubes were connected so food or milk can get into the baby’s lungs when he swallows. This can cause breathing problems, aspiration, and even pneumonia. 

*The second photo labeled Type B shows how Vincent Benjamin's trachea and esophagus looked like.*


Admitted on September 3rd at our unit, he was intubated and put on a CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) set up, a ventilation therapy in which compressed air, at a desired pressure, is delivered to the lungs through hoses and tubes to keep the airway open at all times. He was continuously ambu-bagged to deliver the required oxygen that his lungs needed.

Vincent Benjamin's parents were appraised that the child needed to undergo surgical intervention in order to correct his anatomical anomalies. However, given that he was premature, the surgery would be a high risk procedure for him. There were a lot of requirements that he needed to meet in able to forego with the surgery. He needed blood transfusions to get him ready to replace his blood losses during the proposed procedure. However, the available blood packs that his parents acquired were incompatible with his blood type. Also, the surgery was seldom performed and needed a specialized surgeon. His parents were undecided for weeks since they were not financially capable. 

The baby was also put on last resort antibiotics which caused his parents a fortune in able to complete for 2 weeks as prophylaxis for infections that he would very much likely acquire. Aside from that, he constantly needed medical supplies and equipment for procedures to be done. His parents provided these as much as possible, exhausting all means and ways just to keep him alive.

However, he started bleeding in his last week of life. Replacing the blood loss was impossible because of the consistent blood incompatibilities. At this time, his parents were appraised by the doctors again and they have come to accept the reality that the child's life was already too compromised to be able to survive. They have gradually accepted and expected that they will lose Vincent Benjamin anytime soon.

He was endorsed to me as my patient (without supervision anymore) 2 nights ago. He had sternal retractions and nasal flaring, signs that the oxygen levels introduced to him didn't meet his body's oxygen requirements anymore. He continuously bled internally as evidenced by fresh blood I have observed upon suctioning his secretions. Vincent Benjamin slowly deteriorated until he took his final breath, moved all of his limbs and opened his eyes for the last time on October 3rd at around 2:30 in the morning. Since his parents signed a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) form, refusing to give emergency drugs, chest compressions, or resuscitation in case of cardiac arrest, it was a peaceful death. His mother told him to just give up if he was already exhausted and so he did, after about 6 hours. We said goodbye and said a prayer for little Vincent Benjamin.

Why I wrote this little angel's story? He was the very first patient who died under my care and I know he is my angel from now on.

First times are memorable and unforgettable. This is why I am telling it now.

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 10:45 AM

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After so long, you came back in my dreams.
And you repeatedly told me...
"You are the one and I won't let you go again..."

Why I *Still* Love Him.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 12:56 PM

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The Alphabet Lovesong.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 11:26 AM

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A text message from me way back October 22, 2007. Almost 3 years ago. The lyrics to this song. He still kept it. :]

By.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 8:21 PM

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I’m writing this because I don’t want to be the first to say hi. Did you know there is a secret rule? The last person who says a word is never the first one to begin another conversation. I miss you. But my pride tells me not to give in and lose in this “tag, you’re it” game. Yes it is a game. And you don’t mind these petty rules because you know you’d always win and I.. I always lose by default. This time though, I want to win. So I won’t text you the usual “hey” or “how are you? or “still alive?” Just this one time, I don’t care. I don’t.
I… :(

Infinite Playlist.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 1:55 PM

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Fuck this. Fuck this wondering. Fuck this trying and trying. Fuck this belief that two people can become one ideal. Fuck this helplessness. Fuck this waiting for something to happen that probably won't ever happen.

But now where do we go?

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 11:12 AM

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“What do we do now that we are back in that city and it isn’t the same. What is it that made us both miss each other more than a little bit this summer. What were we missing. Now I don’t know how to be friends with him. I can hardly look him in the eyes because he will so easily be able to see how I’m feeling. We both suck at hiding our feelings. I’m afraid that even looking him in the eyes, hugging him goodbye, will give away the fact that if he asked me today if I wanted to be his girlfriend, I’d say yes. But why do I want that still? Practically, I know there were some major no’s in the picture. But when your heart gets so involved how can it be totally wrong. I don’t want him to know that I might still like him. I want more than anything for him to be my friend and for me just to want to be friends with him. but I need him to be supportive I think. I wish he could just know that I still like him, but know that i’m trying to get over it. I wish he could try to get me to talk about other guys with him. Maybe that would be too awkward but maybe it would solidify in my mind his position as just my friend. Today is Saturday and all I want to do is hang out with him, but what if he doesn’t want to hang out with me. Or what if I want to hang out, but as soon as we do, I can’t do it. What if I can’t stop thinking of him as more than friends.”


2 Days In Paris.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 9:42 AM

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confessed to Jack that the toughest thing for me was to decide to be with someone for good. The idea that this is it, this is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. To decide that I will make the effort to stay and work things out and not run off the minute there is a problem — it’s very difficult for me. I told him I could not be for just one man for the rest of my life. It was a lie but I said it anyway. 
It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much.
When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story.
I really love this one.





When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost.





Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.




There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses. 

Feeling Better Now.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 10:12 AM

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I finally got answers. Never thought that Stallion, my old buddy, would be helping me out on getting the truth out.


I told him I am afraid that when the time comes when he's ready to let me in again in his life, I wouldn't love him as much as I did before. I wouldn't be able to care for him and shower him with so much love and be the best person for him. But I told him I would try to wait for him. But I am already tired, I said. My heart' can wait for him only up to a certain point and then it gets exhausted.


He said, "Thank you for taking this risk. I love you and I'd never find another you. You are my greatest love and I don't know if I'd ever meet anyone who loves and cares for me as much as you do. But I can't be your happy place now. I'm sorry. But I love you very much that I don't want you to hurt like that. You're strong and I am just asking for you to be stronger and wait a little longer for me. Just hold on to the thought that you're still the one my heart's beating for and that you're my special girl and you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."


We both agreed that we'll be looking after each other. We both promised to pray for our love. 


We pray that our love would "withstand the test of time". 

Questions.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 2:56 PM

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Lord, this should feel right, shouldn't it? Why don't I feel right about it? 


If this is my answered prayer, why am I not happy about it?

Is this a sign?


I love You Lord and I believe you're planning the best for me.
I just want to know what this means, all of this. 

Que Sera, Sera..

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 9:53 AM

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Checked my phone as soon as I opened my eyes today. Slept for only 3 hours and my body clock just won't give me some more sleep. Read my inbox, saw his messages and thanked the Lord, it wasn't just a dream. I am awake and all these words we have exchanged before we fell asleep were real. Without having to say it aloud, we know.. We still love each other.


I've prayed hard for this. Now I don't know what to do, what I want to occur next. Told myself I shouldn't expect for something to happen in the days to come. No expectations, no commitments. I should pray harder that I could stick to these rules. 

Not An Inception Movie Review.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 7:47 PM

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A Facebook friend's status: ______ is curious how the regular everyday juans & marias would react to the movie Inception.


My reply: I'm a regular everyday MARIANNE. I'm neither smart nor attentive but I understood it. One doesn't really need to be of higher intellect to grasp what it's all about. Afterall, it's just a movie, not an IQ exam. ;)

Where Did My Books Go?!

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 8:52 PM

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I woke up today with an odd thought in mind: "Where did my books go?"

I suddenly remembered some books I bought 2 to 3 years ago that I have not seen in my room, nor in my brothers' room, for a long time. 

1. I particularly recall that I have 3 books about abused children. A Child Called It, The Chinese Cinderella, and a book I bought at Booksale for P15. All 3, inexplicably gone.

2. I also have a collection of Jessica Zafra's Twisted books, from the first till the last one she's published (there are 8 Twisted books plus the others). The only book left with me is The Flip Reader. :(

3. I know I have a lot more books that I couldn't seem to find now: Sidney Sheldon's novels that my dad bought for me, hardbound, back in highschool (he always disapproved of me reading these novels at age 12 but got tired of reprimanding me eventually), as well as John Grisham's and Danielle Steel's novels. Also those chic lit books by Summit Media: The Break Up Diaries, Vince's Life, Drama Queen, etc. Lastly, my Neil Gaiman, Nicholas Sparks, and Paulo Coelho books.

WHERE DID MY BOOKS GO?

I figured, I should have made a list of all the books I have purchased or were given to me as gifts eversince. I would beginning today.

Thus, I decided to SLEEP with my books again. (To keep an eye on them.) My mom would freak out if she'd see all of my books on my bed but she can't wrestle me on this.




I used to have more books! WHERE DID MY BOOKS GO?!

Panic.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 12:22 PM

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You open your mouth. Open it so wide  your jaws creak. You order your lungs to draw air. Now, you need air, need it NOW. But your airways ignore you. They collapse, tighten, squeeze, and suddenly you're breathing through a drinking straw. Your mouth closes and your lips purse and all you can manage is a strangled croak. Your hands wriggle and shake. Somewhere a dam has cracked open and a flood of cold sweat spills, drenches your body. You want to scream. You would if you could. But you have to breathe to scream.

Panic.

         - The Kite Runner.

Negative.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 10:10 AM

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Yes, I believe there are more unhappy people in the world. That includes me. The blogs I've recently followed all tell the same stories. Of love and hurt, of feeling unloved, of feeling inadequate for someone, of insecurities, of suicidal ideation, of loneliness, of being misunderstood, of wanting to be perfect. 


I have always thought that I'm happy. I guess I miscalculated my emotions. I hop from one feeling to another. Happiness to loneliness to disappointments to regrets to frustrations to feeling blessed, etc. I haven't been clinically diagnosed as a Bipolar person but I think I'm worse than that condition. 


Lately, I have been having nagging thoughts of wanting to get killed. Of going into isolation. Of moving far away. I could not pinpoint exactly what my problem is, but I am very much aware that something is definitely wrong. 
(Too lazy to think about it though.)


All I know and am sure of is.. I am a hell of an unhappy person. 


I am sad. I am lonely. I am miserable.


- Miserable, Lit (playing on background)

A Song For Rainy Days.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 8:43 AM

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Dressed up from head to toe, to get by.
it seems once again, I forgot what keeps me safe and dry.
to the weepy windowpanes, that are dripping with dew...
I can hear the rain outside, falling from the sky



And you can hear the..
pitter patter on the rooftop
you can listen to the rythem of the raindrops
I wish that the sun would come and stay
but this is a song for rainy days



Let's go dance around in the rain
don't pay any attention to the people staring from inside
we'll leave all our cares behind

And I know once the clouds shed their tears
I know that I'll be okay
I know that I'll be okay

Even if the rain always wins
and forces my eyes shut, to dream of
I'll still dream of brighter days... 

-Cinematic Sunrise, Umbrellas and Elephants.

Pretty Pictures.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 12:11 PM

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The Good Samaritan.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 8:39 AM

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2 Misconceptions About Love (according to yesterday’s Gospel and homily):

1. That love is all about doing something.

— Love is not a compulsion or a need of having to always do something for someone. It is not about fulfilling your own desires of making people happy or helping others. It is not about filling up your own personal deficiencies just to feel good. Love is never only about you, you, you. It is a mutual relationship, a give and take relationship.

2. That love is always a good feeling.

— Love is not always pretty. Love is big enough to accommodate pain, disappointments, hurt and frustrations. Love is about sacrifices, of laying down yourself for others.

Terrible.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 2:18 PM

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I had a nagging thought that I wanted to get hit by a vehicle -- any vehicle -- on my way home.

Thank God I'm here.. and safe.

Thank you gd Maane.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 6:42 PM

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You can't imagine how happy I am that I made you happy.

Happy birthday. :)

Directions.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 10:36 AM

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I've been having a recurring dream for a week already.

I'm in a cab and I haven't said anything to the driver where I'm heading to but he started driving anyway as if he knew where I'm going.

He drove from my house, took a left turn and a right and headed straight, passing by Jollibee Jaro and Macro, left turn, took a right turn at the first crossroad. Drove straight, passing by a little wet market at the street side, entered a subdivision, took a turn at the first right, then left, first right, second left, then finally stopped at the 9th gate at the left side of the street, white house with a black gate.




It's your house.

HPBDY.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 9:40 AM

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You have no idea..

How much I want to be the first birthday greeting you'll ever receive.
How much I would love to surprise you with a birthday cake at your doorstep.
How much I want to tell you that I love you and I'll always be around.
How much I want to make you happy because I have always been your happy place, you said.

And..

How much I fear being rejected by you.
That I don't matter anymore.
That you won't appreciate these simple things I want to do for you.

But happy birthday anyway. It's your day, you don't have to be annoyed by me.

For The Love Of The Beat.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 9:39 AM

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"For the love of music, for the love beat..."

This is the band's drive and motivation as they recorded their songs, compiled it in a CD and eventually launched their Deep City Lights album last June 11th of this year.

The Liberty Jam, a four-piece band composed of Nescel on guitars, Stephen on bass, Paolo on drums and Kewpee as vocals (with Benjo filling in Kewpee's absentia), was born on May 9, 2008 (with Borgy and Fred originally on bass and drums, respectively). These guys, who share the same passion and love towards music, wrote their own song lyrics and made its rhythms to come up with original compositions depicting their individual experiences, as well as the band's struggle to differ from what's already the fad and be authentic. It took them a year to write all the 8 tracks of unique sounds and melody, played these in local gigs and also got invitations to share their sounds not only in the confines of Iloilo alone but also in Aklan, Negros and Cebu. Having a lot of friends have always been their advantage because they have gained crowds during jam sessions and have eventually become their loyal supporters, a major help in the selling out of their album.

Not having a lot of financial resources, this has never been a hindrance with TLJ to record their songs. Every single penny came from their not-so abundant pockets. Some even had to do manual labor just to help in the recording. And it doesn't matter. Again, "for the love of music", coupled with prayers and support from their friends (who stayed up late with them during the recording process and provided them whatever they needed), sacrificing having to spend Christmas and New Year's with their very own loved ones, just to make everything fall in the right places -- TLJ's will and determination is, without a doubt, very remarkable.

TLJ did not make their music to be popular or to be envied by others. As far as they are concerned, they have never took advantage of anyone just to make it to where they are now. Someone who knows the real story behind these guys' hardwork and sacrifices would definitely be inspired by them. TLJ made their music to uplift Ilonggo's music scene, to represent the Ilonggos, and most importantly, to inspire other Ilonggo bands that they too can prove themselves worthy to be called musicians and artists and not merely "just another band doing a cover of another band's songs".

Despite the band's status right now, they have remained humble and continued pursuing for the best by rehearsing every chance they get in order to improve on their craft and deliver the best performances during gigs. Mr. Manager, Patrick Mabilog sees to it that disciple is imposed during practice hours (lates are not tolerated).

Because of the album launching's turn-out, TLJ is now inspired to compose their new set of songs and strive for the best to cater their supporter's and listener's needs. Hopefully, they will be able to release their next album soon (in a year or two), with fingers crossed and with prayers addressed to the Almighty.


--- We yearn for the best and your criticisms allow us room to expand on our capabilities and improve on whatever we have already been doing
. ---

LTWYL.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 4:41 PM

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You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
When you with em you meet and neither one of you even know what hit em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills used to get em
Now you're getting fuckin' sick of lookin' at em
You swore you'd never hit em, never do nothin' to hurt em
Now you're in each other's face spewin' venom in your words when you spit em
You push pull each other's hair
Scratch claw hit em throw em down pin em
So lost in the moments when you're in em
It's the face that's the culprit, controls you both
So they say it's best to go your seperate ways
Guess that they don't know ya
Cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, it's a different day
Sound like broken records playin' over
But you promised her next time you'll show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no nintendo game, but you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane

- Rihanna, Eminem.

Just Thoughts.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 6:04 PM

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I guess I'll never find somebody to love again.

The more I think about this, the more I get hopeless.

1/2.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 6:39 PM

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The Liberty Beat.

Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 8:04 AM

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What I've been busy with last week: Making The Liberty Jam's album packaging.






I would like to congratulate the boys for a very successful album launching last Friday, June 11th.
All your hardwork's greatly paid off. :)