Once a notable Song...

These songs are a few of those that made a difference among any other. These didn't fail to fade the boredom I feel once in a while. I can't help but be blown away with the lyrics of these songs.
+ To the ends of the earth by Hillsong

this was the theme song of the MVBYF (Mindanao-Visayas Baptist Youth Federation)Camp held two years ago in Kinuskusan, Bansalan. Listen to this and you will realize how great God is.
+ I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

I first had a dose of this acoustic melody in Monster radio two years ago. I heard it again last year when someone played it on guitar. It's actually a nice anthem for romantic solitude. But when everybody else started to get hooked to it, I began to get over it.
+ At the beginning by Richard Marx and an unknown girl


A familiar song in high school, isn't it? It is, For everyone who believes that life is a road that you wanna keep going. This is the song to beat. I miss high school just by listening to this. I remember when we played this in our science camp, everyone got so emotional. I will never get fed up with this song.
+ The Remedy by Jason Mraz

A feel-good song for all sorts. I can see it being played while having a joy ride with friends. If you know the lyrics, then you get along well with Mr. A-Z's play on words. You're in. Others out.
+ Love Song by 311

Whenever the intro strikes, I couldn't help but be glued to my seat. It's actually the only 311 song I like. But just recently, a friend told me that it's just a remake from a band I don't even know. Who cares.
+ Only One by Yellowcard


As far as I can remember, this was one of the first rock songs I ever appreciated. Alongside Incubus' Megalomaniac, Nickelback's Faraway, Story of the Year's Anthem of our Dying Day, Trapt's Echo, Dashboard Confessional's Hands Down, so on and so forth. The rest is history.
+ Sleep with Butterfly by Tori Amos


I dedicated this song to myself the very first time I heard it in NU 107. Though I've never really memorized this song, I still like it that much. Of course I know what the song means. Yeah right. At first you may not like it right away but I don't really give a damn if you dislike it anyway.
+ The Reason by Hoobastank

This was the song which made me realize I can sing. I love singing rock songs. But I don't know how to scream. Just those alternative rock songs.

I rarely hear my favorite songs over the airwaves. That's exactly what I like about it. I love songs that are out of reach. I hate it when everyone sings it. The sense of thrill grows dim whenever It's been played over and oevr.

Critical Analysis on My Papa's Waltz

My Papa's Waltz is a poem created by an award-winning poet, Theodore Roethke. It contains four stanzas that have four lines each. It consists of a rhyme scheme. A child is the one who speaks in the poem.

The child talks about his father who got drunk. The first line shows us that the father is really that intoxicated. It is because when someone drinks a little liquor, it doesn't really affect the breath that much. But the father in the poem has already drunk too much. It is supported by the second line, “Could make a small boy dizzy.”

What plays a big impact on the first line is actually the whiskey. Drinking just a shot of it could make you a bit tipsy. it is a strong, distilled liquor made from grain. maybe the reason why the author used whiskey as the liquor drunk by the father, is that it is one of the most popular of alcoholic beverages.

But I hung on like death. this line connotes the passivity of the child towards his father. the child's passive reaction could mean that he's afraid that his father might get so irritated if he reacts. Of course, when someone's full of alcohol intake, he could do something out of his control. He could be that violent. the child just became watchful of his actions to get rid of his father's wrath. One more reason could be that the child has already gotten used to his drunkard father. he knew then what would be the scenario whenever his father gets drunk.

The child's passivity is associated with death basically because a corpse doesn't have life anymore. A dead person is already passive, just like the child. He doesn't have the strength to retaliate.

Such waltzing was not easy. With this line, we could anticipate that something could be going on, aside from the father being drunk. it can be noticed that the author uses irony.

Based on context, the author used the dance waltz to indicate that the father might have gotten that intense because of the whiskey. The father's situation might have led him to a terrible agitation to the point of losing his self-control. I can picture out that because Roethke used waltz as an action, the father abused his child by dragging or pushing or whatever violent acts that are somewhat similar to the actions when doing waltz.

History says that waltz was once criticized and opposed to by moralists because of its closer hold and rapid turning movements. religious orders also regarded it as vulgar and sinful. An English magazine Belgravia also stated that waltz is a wicked dance.

Such notion about waltz might be the reason why Roethke decided to incorporate the said dance in his poem. The dance was used as the object of irony. It made readers picture out the metaphor involved. It is not actually used as vague, instead it adds up a sense of thrill among the readers.

The second stanza of the poem begins with the metaphorical description of what the father's drunkenness turned out to be. We romped until the pans slid from the kitchen shelf. That clearly showed the violence involved. One can not destroy anything around if he doesn't become so wild.

The line also showed the dominance of the father. The child and his mother did not look up to him, instead they fear him. Maybe they're thinking that they should just stay calm as possible. If they freak out, the man of their house could kill them. This is supported by the line, “My mother's countenance could not unfrown itself.”

If the mother fights back, then this could all the more be the reason to trigger the father's agitation. the mother showed her fear towards her husband who turned out to be abusive.

The third stanza elaborates more on the physical abuse done by the father to his child. The hand that held my wrist was battered in one knuckle. At every step you missed my right ear scraped a buckle. these lines describe the harsh acts received by the child. By these lines, we could say that there is a child abuse happening. This could eventually traumatize the child at risk.

Just like the third stanza, the last one also talks about the physical violence. the harm done by the father includes hitting the child's head until they reached the bed room. Since I assumed that the child in this poem is a boy, it could be that the father still beats the child until it already hurts that much. Clinging to something when you're totally hurt is natural among many of us. for an instance, when you're tooth is being removed of course it will hurt a lot especially without anaesthesia. You tend to cling to something nearby or hold something tighter to release pain or tension. I could say that the child must be very by then since he clings to his father's shirt.

If my assumption is wrong, and the child is a girl, the last two lines might be of the sexual abuse part. The word bed connotes something sensual. It is undeniable that whenever we hear the word bed, we associate it with sex.

With the constant reading of this poem, I guess i can conclude that this poem is a commentary on child abuse. This is a poem that speaks for those abused children. It is a dramatic poem that helps us understand the situation of these children. It makes us feel the grief of those suffering abuse.

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Common Friendster Headshots

It's undenianble that friendster still get everyone by storm. Every teener, I think, still gets hooked by this virtual phenomenon. It connects you to people you've never met , you have met and you will meet! Sounds cool, doesn't it?

Pictures are famous attractions when you log in to this site. If you don't have one then you're a dork, a loser. Well that's what is basically the reason why everybody's still in touch with friendster- to show off their poses and grins to the people around the globe. I have here something about the trend of the pictures used as head shots or primary photo in friendster. This is basedon my observation anyway. Tell me if you agree with me:

+ Pictures with cups showing off where you're hanging out
+ Pictures taken at the mirror
+ Pictures in PhotoFunia
+ Pictures assumingly in a magazine
+ Pictures in top view
+ Pictures showing off the legs (grosse!)
+ Pictures showing off Havaianas slippers (Hahaha..i know someone! hahaha)
+ Pictures that are supposed to be candid shots
+ Pictures where the subject wears sun glasses
+ Pictures of lovers kissing
+ Pictures from the back
+ Pictures showing off what you ate
+ Pictures showing off the cleavage
+ Pictures taken when you smoke or drink
+ Pictures taken in People's Park! (Hahahaha)
+ Pictures from the web cam (hate it!)
+ Pictures of lovers cuddling
+ Pictures with an emo pose
+ Pictures taken when you lie down (As always!)
+ Pictures taken like a model from a mag (like FHM..actually!)
+ Pictures in Sepia or any other effects

All of these are shots taken from cell phone cameras or digital cam. Studio pictures are already out. They are only for the ones who can afford to have their photos taken there. And besides, when you take your own picture, you have the whole lot of effort to do whatever you want to look like in it. Whether wacky, attractive, sensual, lively or a lot more. Let me know if you still want to dd something on my list. Don't hesitate to drop a comment.

My Papa's Waltz

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

-----a poem by Theodore Roethke------