Kaoma ensinando Lambada - Parte 3

i also danced this one before :D

Dancando Lambada from Lambada Dance Party (part 7 of 9)

more about lambada

from Lambada Dance Party intro from Lambada Dance Party ( 1 of 9)

Kaoma ensinando Lambada - Parte 2

well, speaking of Lambada, here are the basics

Kaoma ensinando Lambada - Parte 1

Kaoma - Lambada

me and all of the 1st graders in my school danced to the tune of this song on a mass demonstration way way back in the 90's. i can still remember the basic steps and suprisingly, i have a copy of the photo of the mass demo.

look :D



then i heard the song again today while playing my aunt's sergio mendez playlist. it took a while for me to find this video for i was searching for sergio mendez instead of kaoma. anyways, i think my love for the potuguese language mightve started way way back when i first heard the song. here's the lyrics:

Chorando se foi quem um dia so me fez chorar
Chorando se foi quem um dia so me fez chorar

Chorando estara ao lembrar de um amor
Que um dia nao soube cuidar
Chorando estara ao lembrar de um amor
Que um dia nao soube cuidar

A recordacao vai estar com ele aonde for
A recordacao vai estar pra sempre aonde for

Danca sol e mar guardarei no olhar
O amor faz perder encontrar
Lambando estarei ao lembrar que este amor
Por um dia um instante foi rei

A recordacao vai estar com ele aonde for
A recordacao vai estar pra sempre aonde for

Chorando estara ao lembrar de um amor
Que um dia nao soube cuidar

Cancao riso e dor melodia de amor
Um momento que fica no ar

I-I-I
Dancando Lambada

visiting rome at world citi

one friday morning at the lib with pam

yeah, i do miss my cam :(

[insert title]

it was friday. pam and i were in the library, borrowing books, when i got a message from my aunt asking me to come over her office before lunch that day. i said yes (coz that means free lunch and it's been a while since i promised to drop by her office but i hadnt.) then another text message came, she said "punta tayo kay ate v" so i assumed we're gonna go out. fun fun fun.

so i was in her office. it was a fine day and i was happy happy happy. we chatted for like 2 hours updating each other on some stuff. then my uncle came to her office too just in time for lunch. going to the canteen, i walked a few steps before them. after pushing the door, i started searching for ate v in the canteen but couldnt find her so i assume we're gonna meet up with her later.

they waited impatiently for me to finish my meal. then we hurried to go to ate v's. she's who we turn to whenever we buy CMD. im wondering how many packs we're gonna buy that day or is there another health talk? i didnt bother asking as i got time anyways. so my aunt and uncle were talking about their new house as we reached the visayas ave. i didnt know ate v moved to a new house. there must be a house blessing. then we walked over to mt. carmel parish (is that how u call it?) i thought it's the shortcut to the house. now, my aunt was telling about ate v joining the prex (im not a catholic so i wish i spelled it correctly) while we stopped on the small building next to the church. as we climb up the stairs, i was thinking to myself "is ate v this busy that we need to drop by here to get the items?"

on the door, i noticed the pews, then the foot of the coffin. i thought "does a prex also comfort people on wakes?" another step and i saw her picture right beside the coffin. i halted. my heart stopped. i felt strange. my aunt looked at me "didnt your mom tell u?" i gasped "no"

"i thought you said you chat with her yesterday"

"yes, but she didnt mention it"

"i also texted your brother, didnt he tell you?"

"no"

"why didnt you tell me earlier?"

"you didnt ask"

strange as everything was, i didnt ask, my aunt didnt tell me. im not superstitious but i believe things happen for a reason. ate v was only 50 years old. my parents are both a year younger. the day ate v died, 18 aug 08, was the last time my dad and i fought. i posted something i shouldnt that day here. when i checked it, i freaked out. as i approached her casket, i asked silently "ate v, ba't mo naman po ako ginood time?" i really couldnt breathe the whole time i was there. we spoke with her daughter the entire time. she's the youngest of the three and only a year younger than me. i cant imagine myself in her shoes. would i be that strong? i dont wanna find out. it was really hard to believe i still fear death.

going back to my aunt's office, i couldnt hold it anymore. i let go of the tears i was holding back the whole time we're at the wake.

i couldnt sleep that night though i hadnt slept the night before. i tried to watch tv. finally, at 11pm, i was able to sleep. then i woke up at 2am, 4am and 6am. i decided to get up at 7am. it's ate v's funeral. it still hadnt sinked in. she'll surely be missed.

it's been a while since i attended a funeral. she's a family friend and i felt the responsibily of asuming my mom's position so i went with my aunt. it was in bulacan but i didnt complain though we spent most of the time on the road. good thing it only rained when we're on our way home already. im spending the long weekend at my aunt's place.

how i want to kill him, i knew not of. i don't wanna see him even in hell!

You do not do, you do not do

Any more, black shoe

In which I have lived like a foot

For thirty years, poor and white,

Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.



Daddy, I have had to kill you.

You died before I had time--

Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,

Ghastly statue with one gray toe

Big as a Frisco seal



And a head in the freakish Atlantic

Where it pours bean green over blue

In the waters off beautiful Nauset.

I used to pray to recover you.

Ach, du.



In the German tongue, in the Polish town

Scraped flat by the roller

Of wars, wars, wars.

But the name of the town is common.

My Polack friend



Says there are a dozen or two.

So I never could tell where you

Put your foot, your root,

I never could talk to you.

The tongue stuck in my jaw.



It stuck in a barb wire snare.

Ich, ich, ich, ich,

I could hardly speak.

I thought every German was you.

And the language obscene



An engine, an engine

Chuffing me off like a Jew.

A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.

I began to talk like a Jew.

I think I may well be a Jew.



The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna

Are not very pure or true.

With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck

And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack

I may be a bit of a Jew.



I have always been scared of you,

With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.

And your neat mustache

And your Aryan eye, bright blue.

Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- 



Not God but a swastika

So black no sky could squeak through.

Every woman adores a Fascist,

The boot in the face, the brute

Brute heart of a brute like you.



You stand at the blackboard, daddy,

In the picture I have of you,

A cleft in your chin instead of your foot

But no less a devil for that, no not 

Any less the black man who



Bit my pretty red heart in two.

I was ten when they buried you.

At twenty I tried to die

And get back, back, back to you.

I thought even the bones would do.



But they pulled me out of the sack,

And they stuck me together with glue.

And then I knew what to do.

I made a model of you,

A man in black with a Meinkampf look



And a love of the rack and the screw.

And I said I do, I do.

So daddy, I'm finally through.

The black telephone's off at the root,

The voices just can't worm through.



If I've killed one man, I've killed two--

The vampire who said he was you

And drank my blood for a year,

Seven years, if you want to know.

Daddy, you can lie back now.



There's a stake in your fat black heart

And the villagers never liked you.

They are dancing and stamping on you.

They always knew it was you.

Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

-Daddy, Sylvia Plath, 12 October 1962

The Purpose-Driven Life

Rating:	★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Religion & Spirituality
Author:	Rick Warren

i haven't read the book yet (somebody gave my mom a copy as a gift a few years back when people are so frenzied raving about it so i didn't bother reading it :P i'll change the rating after i read it.) anyways, my mom forwarded me the link to this video. i dunno if she can still remember that i asked her this question when i was about three or four years old (which she had just brushed off then, so i shut up thinking i asked another silly question. but i was deeply hurt inside). i can still remember how eager i was to know the answer when i asked, "what am i here for, mama? i was born, will grow up and will die for sure as everybody else do so why did God send me here at all? what am i here for?" of course, i may not have put it the way the three or four-year-old Lei inquired her mother about just out of the blue. but that's how i recall it. i was stargazing one night, tracing the the stars into patterns when the question suddenly popped up. the question that i mulled over for years now yet still haven't found the best answer.

oops i did it again

after snoring for more than 24 hours, i got back to the routine of checking mails. well, 12 offline messages from my mom with the unusual worried tone (i think it's sincere) and the other hi's and hellos. then, i was unaware that i left my mesmo page on the last time i was online so despite my plan of not joining the room, i just had to.

sunday tomorrow. i practically lost track of time. what did i do? watch a serries online. read a book. sang and recorded. been sick. been lazy.

mama's right. what am i doing with my life? think it's indeed time to wake up.

points of light

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Literature & Fiction
Author:	linda gray sexton

Moved me in ways I didn’t expect it to, the Points of Light, which has been sitting on my side table for months now (or even years! The receipt clipped on the cover jacket said I bought it on July 22 without a year. I’m certain it wasn’t this year. I kept on making excuses to read it as if mustering as much courage to dig the unknown) has been such an experience that I could never just set aside (as what I did on the hardbound book that contained it after reading in two consecutive afternoons to early evenings). It haunted me. It drew my forgotten fears out from the deep hollow pit inside me as various emotions exploded with it on each turn of the page. I didn’t even remember flipping the pages at all. The story unfolded right before me (or my imagination). I saw it. Never did a fiction scare me this much. It keeps on haunting me. Keeps on coming alive in front of me. Enveloping me with fear. I’m not sure if it just my vivid imagination or the author was just effective on sending her readers that fear of loss, pain, and guilt. Not even happy songs can bounce me back to my bubbly self. But what am I scared of? Didn’t I just brave all the explicit scenarios an author could ever think of? It might be the possibilities the reality has that scared me. It’s as if I was in a dream too. It consumed me.

just across the movie house

(boredom is indeed the mother of all scribblings )

a throng of moviegoers drowned the few passing yellow cabs
no cheesy moon above the gray horizon
the drizzles formed puddles of water on the sidewalk
trampled upon by filthy boots
splashing muddy water on her not-so-yellow coat.

she wasn't exactly gloomy
must be a bit sad (or mad?)
why too soon the movie ended
when her date finally turned up?

stunned when he saw her drawing near him
he thought the crowd would at least conceal him
alas he gasped
he just couldn't leave his job
to meet her up earlier this evening. 

but then the man beside him squirmed
as he heard him tell lame tales
it wasn't exactly guilt
for his eyes couldn't hide the bliss in his heart
as he recalls snuggling with him early tonight
two rows behind the reserved seats of the gloomy lady
who wasn't really gloomy
just worried
as she had been glancing upon her watch
and at the seat next to her that remained empty
wondering where her husband could be
for she knew how badly he wanted to see
this infamous movie called Infidelity.

Antique Cake Shop (Jdrama)

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

(my current addiction :D it makes me cry and laugh and realize a lot of things in life. i was about to rate it 4 stars because of the awful subtitles but well i think i just need to find other sources. those interested, you can look it up at http://www.crunchyroll.com. the def below is borrowed from wikipedia hehe)

a manga by Fumi Yoshinaga depicting the lives of four men who work in a small bakery. It was published in Japan by Shinshokan and in English by Digital Manga Publishing. The series won the 2002 Kodansha Manga Award for shōjo[4] The manga was adapted as a Japanese TV drama, with the title Antique or Antique Cake Store, that was broadcast on Fuji TV in 2001, and has been slated to be adapted into a TV anime, airing on July 3, 2008 on noitaminA.

head ache

i've been really dizzy for like more than 3 days now. it was so intense the other day. i couldnt even lie down because it hurts so bad i thought im gonna die any moment. got an on and off fever too :( but thank God im okay now. the body knows how to heal itself just as designed by Him. i think He just want me to be the way i used to be. i'll try my best to. the sun will shine again.

Almost Lover

heard it last night on the radio when i slept over at my aunt's. sung by a fine frenzy aka alison sudol

personality test

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Other

The Sonnet Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLD) Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the Sonnet. Get it? Composed? Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring & careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're very choosy with your affections anyway. You'd absolutely refuse to date someone dumber than you, for instance. Lovers who share your idealized perspective, or who are at least willing to totally throw themselves into a relationship, will be very, very happy with you. And you with them. You're already selfless and compassionate, and with the right partner, there's no doubt you can be sensual, even adventurously so. You probably have lots of female friends, and they have a special soft spot for you. Babies do, too, at the tippy-top of their baby skulls. Your exact female opposite: Genghis Khunt Random Brutal Sex Master Always avoid: The 5-Night Stand (DBSM), The False Messiah (DBLM), The Hornivore (RBSM), The Last Man on Earth (RBSD) Consider: The Loverboy (RGLM)

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