Friday, December 30, 2011

Inspiration

"Ikaw" (You) - Sharon Cuneta



This song is the song of all songs. It is how I love and how I would want to be loved in return. It is the song that pops into mind whenever I feel like singing in Tagalog. All of the songs that Sharon sings inspire me. And I could use a lot more of this right now. It starts with me.

Lyrics:

Ikaw ang bigay ng Maykapal*
(You are a gift from God*)
Tugon sa aking dasal
(As an answer to my prayer)
Upang sa lahat ng panahon
(So that all through time)
Bawat pagkakataon
(Every moment)
ang ibigin ko'y ikaw
(You'd be the one I'll love)

Ikaw ang tanglaw sa 'king mundo
(You are the light of my world)
Kabiyak nitong puso ko
(Half of my heart)
Wala ni kahati mang saglit
Na sa iyo'y may papalit
(No one could replace you even for a second)
Ngayo't kailanma'y ikaw
(There is only you, now and forever)

Ang lahat ng aking galaw
Ang sanhi ay ikaw
(Everything I do, I do it for you)
Kung may bukas mang tinatanaw
(If there is a future to look forward to)
Dahil may isang ikaw
(It is because of you)
Kulang ang magpakailan pa man
(Forever is not enough)

Upang bawat sandali ay
(So for each moment)
Upang muli't muli ay
(Again and again)
Ang mahalin ay
Ikaw
(You will always be the one I love)


http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20071011212155AA2E2jh
http://kapamilyalogy.blogspot.com/2011/04/sharon-cuneta-will-start-shooting-new.html

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

All or Nothing

"Now and Forever" - Richard Marx

I thought this song could speak for itself so originally I didn't plan on writing anything, but you noticed. I don't want you to think that everything you've done thus far is going unnoticed. So, let me just take a moment to tell you this.

Your serenade gave me tingles and at first it was too much. I'm still not sure how to react because I don't want to be misunderstood. Your compilation (both new and old) has hit me in so many ways. You probably don't even know do you? I feel overwhelmed by all of this. By your sweetness and even more so with your attention to detail. The fact that you stayed up late just to make sure everything was "perfect" is beyond amazing to me. I almost forgot what it felt like to have someone show so much effort to express how they feel. It's a little unnerving to think that maybe this time you'll have the upper-hand because I don't even know where to begin.

How do I show you my appreciation? My affection? Make you a CD? You have all the songs. Buy you a gift? What do you like? What do you want that you don't already have? I don't want to dress you since you obviously know how to dress yourself and I won't dare touch your superstition with shoes. I know I don't have to get you materialistic things, but I feel like I've always been one-up with this and now I'm severely lacking here. I don't know what to do and I'm not used to just sitting back and enjoying it either. I know you think otherwise, but I can't help it. I'm not used to being cared for. "Get used to it," is too foreign to me. You had to have been through what I've been through to know how far from getting used to it I am. So please tell me how I could possibly show some care back.

No lists. Just ideas. Nothing fancy, but nothing boring either. We can't have one person doing everything. We have to start it again right. Not just you. Not just me. But BOTH of us. We're in this together, remember? All or nothing.

Lyrics:

Whenever I'm weary
From the battles that raged in my head
You made sense of madness
When my sanity hangs by a thread
I lose my way, but still you
Seem to understand
Now & Forever,
I will be your man

Sometimes I just hold you
Too caught up in me to see
I'm holding a fortune
That Heaven has given to me
I'll try to show you
Each and every way I can
Now & Forever,
I will be your man

Now I can rest my worries
And always be sure
That I won't be alone, anymore
If I'd only known you were there
All the time,
All this time.

Until the day the ocean
Doesn't touch the sand
Now & Forever
I will be your man

Now & Forever,
I will be your man


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/richardmarx/nowandforever.html
Image courtesy of Google.com

Malaya

"Kung Malaya Lang Ako (If Only I Were Free)" - Kris Lawrence



I don't know why, but I chose to put this song on repeat all day today. I guess it's been a while since a song popped into my mind right when I wake up and this morning this one did. It's been in my head ever since. Sadly, as fluent as I think I am in Tagalog, I have to admit I needed some help with this one. The word "malaya" threw me off. Funny how the word "free" was beyond my recognition. I just don't hear it said a lot. Maybe it's because I haven't been free or should I say felt free in so long...

What's even more interesting is how free I feel now in this new or should I say rekindled relationship. But not free in the sense that I want to continue seeing other people. Just free from stress. From trying to please someone who doesn't deserve it or knows how to make me feel worthy of it. From fixing everything except myself. From doing everything except for myself. I forgot how it felt to trust a man so strongly and have him have that same trust in me in return. It's kinda scary to think that this is still possible; that I may have found my match and this probably explains why I've been acting a bit hesitant to just jump right it in and go. I keep thinking, "Maybe I just don't know everything there is to know yet." But then I think, "Stop thinking!"

It all happened so fast that at times I need to sit down and take a breather so I don't fall over. Remember that sealed jar of mine where I lock in all those hard-to-keep, happy feelings? Well, it's been opened and I feel like I don't want to lose it again. Yet I also feel that if I keep chasing it to trap it I won't get a chance to enjoy the fact that it escaped for me to rediscover the excitement of it all over again too. So my pace changes. It speeds up and slows down. I can't tell if it's anxiety or euphoria. But out of nowhere, I'd be smiling and then sighing for no reason at all. I'm not naive to think that this will last forever, but will I be so stupid and not pretend just for a moment that it should? What if it could? Uh-oh, I'm at that stage. I'm out of practice here. This ones romantic. What do I do? I don't know if I could handle it, but it's better to wrap myself with his affection than be with someone who rarely pays attention.

Lyrics:

Nang ikaw ay dumating
(When you came here)
Nadama’y iba sa damdamin
(I felt something different in my heart)
Kilos mo’t mga paglalambing
(Your actions and caress)
Ang siyang lagi ay umaakit sa akin
(are the ones that allure me)

Kahit dayain pa
(Even when cheated)
Ang puso at isipa’y
(my heart and mind)
Hanap ka
(seeks for you)
Bakit nga ba ganyan
(Why is it like that?)

Kung malaya lang ako
(If only I were free)
Kung malaya lang ako
(If only I were free)
Ipagsisigawan kong mahal kita
(I will shout, "I love you!")
Kung malaya lang ako
(If only I were free)
Kung malaya lang ako
(If only I were free)
Ay ikaw ang tanging pipiliin ko
(you're truly the one I will choose)
Sana ay mahal mo rin ako
(I hope that you love me too)

Kung may isang pagkakataon
(If there was a chance)
Na ikaw ay makapiling ko
(that I can be with you)
Init ng aking pagmamahal
(the warmth of my love)
Ang siyang lagi ay ipadarama sa’yo
(shall be that I'll make you feel)


http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080129201132AAt7eF0
http://videokeman.com/kris-lawrence/i-will-take-you-forever-duet-with-denise-laurel-kris-lawrence/

Sunday, December 25, 2011

This Christmas

"My Grown Up Christmas List" - Kelly Clarkson

I'm not so sure I even know where to begin on this Christmas day. In less than 24 hours, I felt every emotion imaginable. But before I get into mine, let me start by telling other people's stories.

A fairly new couple who have only been dating for about a year got engaged. He is a pretty successful guy, confident in his profession and stable in his home. She is a carefree spirit with a steady career. On Christmas Eve in front of his family and their friends, she sat unwrapping present after present until finally reaching a big box carefully placed in the center of the room. Distracted with all the commotion, she opens it only to discover another box after another box after yet another. She rummaged through the tissue paper, pulling out the box not even realizing he was kneeling before her. "Here let me help you with that," he said. But she was too quick and opened it. Stunned beyond belief, she immediately burst into tears.

Not too far away was another couple on the brink of a divorce. He is a strong man with a lot of growing up to do. She is an even stronger woman who needs more than he will ever be able to offer her. They're too similar where it's disastrous and too different where compatibility is necessary that finally on a night of what should've been a joyous occasion, it all came crashing down. A huge misunderstanding blew up into ridiculous proportions and the debris knocked everyone nearby completely off guard.

Two couples. Two dramatically different stories. On one hand, I watched a video proposal to start a beautiful life together and on the other, I witnessed in person a traumatizing breakup. So, where do I fit? I'm in the middle. I'm feeling everything there is to feel. And to top it all off, I feel like I have to do something when it's not my place to do anything. I feel responsible when it's not a problem I created nor should fix. So for now I'm just trying to look at the upside; that a couple who loves each other is willing to make that love official and that a couple who doesn't make each other happy will finally leave each other in search for something or someone that does.

As for me? I'm happy to have found a man that is willing and able to be the man that fits me perfectly, but yet he's not here. So I can't help, but feel a bit empty. I want to be excited, but I'm only moody. I'm letting others around me effect how I feel and it's hard not to when the reason I should feel fulfilled is miles and miles away. If only he was here, then everything would make sense again.

Lyrics:

Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies

Well, I'm all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream

So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up Christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up Christmas list

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree

Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up Christmas list

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up Christmas list
This is my only life long wish
This is my grown up Christmas list


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/kellyclarkson/mygrownupchristmaslist.html
http://www.justinvaughn.com/?tag=christmas

Last Christmas

"Last Christmas" - Wham

That was then and it hurt like all Hell. It was over and I thought I was too. But I'm not in pain anymore. So thank you for leaving me. You made me realize that I do deserve someone special and now he has my heart.


Lyrics:

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
My god I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me?
I guess I was a shoulder to cry on

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore me apart
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover but you tore him apart
Maybe next year I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/wham/lastchristmas.html
http://www.mashupsongs.org/last-christmas-remix.html/

Thursday, December 22, 2011

UnBreakable Me

"Like A G6 & Bass Down Low" - Far East Movement, The Cataracs, & Dev

I promised every week at the least.

For Me.

This is me keeping my promise.

For Me.




Cuz it's what I've been doing.

For Me.







And it's what I'll always do.

For Me.






Lyrics:

If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low (Drop it to the floor)
Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low (to the floor)
Bass, bass, bass down low (Drop it to the floor)
I, I, I like my beats fast (to the floor)
And my bass down low (to the floor)
Bass, bass down low (Drop it to the floor)
Bass, bass, bass down low (to the floor)
I, I, I like my beats fast (Drop it to the floor)
And my bass down low (to the floor)

Popping bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6 (808)
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6

Gimme that Mo-Moet
Gimme that Cry-Crystal
Ladies love my style, at my table gettin wild
Get them bottles Popping, we get that drip and that drop
Now give me 2 more bottles cause you know it don't stop

Hell Yeah
Drink it up, drink-drink it up,
When sober girls around me, they be acting like they drunk
They be acting like they drunk, acting-acting like they drunk
When sober girls around me, they be acting like they drunk

Popping bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6

If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low
Bass, bass, bass down low
I, I, I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
Bass, bass down low
Bass, bass, bass down low
I, I, I like my beats fast
And my bass down low

It was a late night (late night) getting ripped
Saw this chick looking kinda thick
Red bone yellow bone how can i get you up in my home?
Turn off your phone take off your clothes
No drink just smoke
Mother f**k with me
Get down. and roll it up with me
'caus i got a sound system and i like it really loud
And I'm only gunna slap it if we make each other shout

If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low
Bass, bass, bass down low
If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low (Drop it to the floor)
Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low (to the floor)
Bass, bass, bass down low (Drop it to the floor)
I, I, I like my beats fast (to the floor)
And my bass down low (to the floor)
Bass, bass down low (Drop it to the floor)

Bass, bass, bass

Look hold up got me on you like a magnet
What you talkin' bout i don't give it up that quick
(huh) like we heard that sh*t.
She freak under the cover like a mattress
What a coincidence that is I'm trying to get you in after this
Back to my house
Like the black eye pees give her boom boom pow
She like to get loud, any mess cant turn her down
Worst night out, imma turn her out
Like MJ's perm she's burnin OW!

If you wanna get with me
There's some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast
And my bass down low
Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low
Bass, bass, bass down low
And my bass down low (Drop it to the floor)
Ba-ba-bass, bass, bass down low (to the floor)
Bass, bass, bass down low (Drop it to the floor)
I, I, I like my beats fast (to the floor)
And my bass down low (to the floor)
Bass, bass down low (Drop it to the floor)

Bass, bass down low (Drop it to the floor)

http://www.billboard.com/news/cali-s-far-east-movement-rockets-up-hot-1004113957.story
http://hiphop.hypeeater.com/download-the-cataracs-top-of-the-world-mp3/
http://idolator.com/5975322/dev-perfect-match

More Fun

"Blow" - Kesha

I just don't want to be sentimental right now. I'm in the mood to put the kind of mainstream music on here that makes me want to dance. Can you believe the last time I went out dancing with my "girls" was in July? That was my clubbing month, my party month, the unplanned-last-minute-every-weekend, awesome month. But then I got "old" again. I don't want to be old anymore. So, I need to put something up. Cuz for now this girl definitely wants to have more fun.

Dance.

Back door cracked, we don't need a key
We get in for free, no V.I.P. sleaze,
Drink that Kool-Aid follow my lead,
Now you're one of us, you're coming with me

It's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down
(This place's about to)
Tonight we're taking over, no one's getting out

This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh!
Blow-oh-oh-oh
(This place about to)

Now what? What?


We're taking control
We get what we want
We do what you don't
Dirt and glitter cover the floor
We're pretty and sick
We're young and we're bored
It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out
(This place about to)
Tonight we're taking names 'cause we don't mess around

This place about to blow-oh-oh-oh!
Blow-oh-oh-oh

Go, go, go, go insane, go insane
Throw some glitter, make it rain on 'em
Let me see them Hanes, let me, let me see them Hanes
Go insane, go insane
Throw some glitter, make it rain on 'em
Let me see them Hanes, let me, let me see them Hanes

We are taking over...
Get used to it ok...

Oh, this place about to blow-oh-oh-oh!
Blow-oh-oh-oh

This place about to blow...


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/keha/blow.html
http://www.thismustbepop.com/2009_10_01_archive.html

Friday, December 16, 2011

Again?!

"Dance A$$" - Big Sean feat. Nikki Minaj
"B*tches Ain't Sh*t" - YG feat. Tyga & Nipsey Hussle
"Money on the Floor" - Too Short feat. E40
"Good F@$king Night" - Roscoe Dash

So, I was told I curse too much during my trainings. Again. Hell, I know I have a muthaf@$Kin' bad mouth in and outside of work so let me address this right quick. Oh, and just so I can show some kind of reservation, I'll censor my words for now.

Let's get one thing clear here. I train about sex, drugs, and how to talk to someone about very taboo things no matter what age, background, or culture they identify with. I shock my participants with the language they'll hear in the field because it will happen and it is what I do. Now if this offends you, well then f@$k you! Ok, now that that's out of the way I do have two questions for the tiny few of you that have an issue with my approach. (1) Why are you even considering this kind of work? and (2) Why the f@$k did you not tell me you had a problem with this to my face? Seriously, we could've handled this like mature adults. Obviously, right now would not be that time.

You're worried about my appropriateness? Well, clients won't give a damn how appropriate you are when you ask them to, "Please use clinical or politically-correct terms so that you (the person who should be helping them) can feel more comfortable." Actually, go on with that. Take that kind of demeanor to the streets of Skid Row or the Tenderloin district. Take it to the sex workers and to the people high on methadone. Take it to the high school kids too afraid to get a free condom. Take it to the elderly who have an even kinkier lifestyle than you care to admit you don't have. Take it there and come back to me. I'll show you where you can put that feedback. You could shove it in the same place I did with what you felt you needed to throw at my Management Team (a bunch of people who don't do what I do).

Hey, I may be getting carried away here. I can't help it. I've been like this for years. It's in my blood now. Maybe I'll try to control it one day, but I draw the line with you. How dare you say, "I can't imagine using "bad" words and I definitely don't even know how it can be used in a sentence." I'm sorry, excuse me, what?! Here are some examples on how to use the most universal word in the muthaf@$kin' world. Oh and word of advice... you never want to mess with the Trainer that can change your professional career. Jus sayin'. Oh and hope you enjoyed that cuz the censorship stops here.

Perhaps one of the most interesting words in the English language today, is the word fuck. Out of all the English words that begin with the letter 'f' ...fuck is the only word referred to as 'the f word... It's the one magical word. Just by its sound can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love. Fuck, as most words in the English language is derived from German ...the word fuieken, which means to strike.
In English, fuck falls into many grammatical categories:

As a transitive verb for instance ...John fucked Shirley.
As an intransitive verb...Shirley fucks.

Its meaning is not always sexual, it can be used as...

An adjective such as ...John's doing all the fucking work.
As part of an adverb ...Shirley talks too fucking much.
As an adverb enhancing an adjective ...Shirley is fucking beautiful.
As a noun ...I don't give a fuck.
As part of a word ...absofuckinglutely -or- infuckingcredible.
And as almost every word in a sentence ...Fuck the fucking fuckers.

As you must realize, there aren't too many words with the versatility of fuck...such as these examples describing situations such as:

Fraud ...I got fucked at the used car lot.
Dismay ...ahhh fuck it.
Trouble ...I guess I'm really fucked now.
Aggression ...Don't fuck with me buddy.
Difficulty ...I don't understand this fucking question.
Inquiry ...Who the fuck was that?
Dissatisfaction ...I don't like what the fuck is going on here.
Incompetence ...He's a fuck-off.
Dismissal ...Why don't you go outside and play hide and go fuck yourself...

I'm sure you can think of many more examples.
With all these multi-purpose applications, how can anyone be offended when you use the word. We say use this unique, flexible word more often in your daily speech.
It will identify the quality of your character immediately.
Say it loudly and proudly...
...FUCK YOU!


-from "Monty Python"
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fuck

Lyrics:

Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Stop... now make that motherfucker hammer time like...

Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
I'm st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible
I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then your a$$ is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that you gonna get some dick today
I walk in with my crew and I'm breaking they necks
I'm looking all good I'm making her wet
They pay me respect they pay me in checks
And if she look good she pay me in sex
Bounce that ass (ass) it's the roundest
You the best you deserve a crown bitch
Right on that,

Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Stop... now make that motherfucker hammer time like...

Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin'
Ass so fat, all these bitches' pussies is throbbin'
Bad bitches, I'm your leader, Phantom by the meter
Somebody point me to the best ass-eater
Tell 'I'm "Pussy clean! " I tell them "Pussy squeaky! "
Niggas give me brain 'cause all of them niggas geeky
If he got a mandingo, then I buy him a dashiki
And bust this pussy open in the islands of Waikikiiiiii...
Kiss my ass and my anus, 'cause it's finally famous
And it's finally soft, yeah, it's finally solved!
I don't know, man, guess them ass shots wore off!
Bitches ain't poppin', Google, my ass
Only time you on the net is when you Google my ass
Ya fuckin' little whores, fu-fuckin' up my decors
Couldn't get Michael Kors if you was fuckin' Michael Kors
B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you?
Gimme all yo' money and gimme all yo' residuals
Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass...

Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Stop... now make that motherfucker hammer time like...

Woah, white girls, black girls, tall girls, fat girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass
Go, go

Short girls, small girls, skinny girls, all girls
Shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass
Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass

And I want all of that,

Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Stop... now make that motherfucker hammer time like...

Go stupid!


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bigsean/dancearemix.html
http://thegamutt.blogspot.com/2011_10_30_archive.html

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks

Aye..uh
Got this bitch named Tasha, She let me fuck her in the car.
Like kim kardashian, she wanna be a Star.
Got this bitch named Britanny, With BIG ASS TITIES.
But bitches ain't shit, cuz Bitches act Mickey (ughhhhh)
Got a main bitch, but I don't need her.
Everytime we fuck, I gotta pop a bean first.
Hit the purp, then eat that pussy for dessert.
It gets worse, just watch when she squirt.
I got this bitch who act Sadity,
She live in the sixties,
Everytime she hear I got a new bitch, She says she miss me.
Imma thug out this club, She stay up in the Jungles.
Everytime we go to Crenshaw Mall, she have a Rumble.
Got this bitch in the Hoovas, I don't wanna losaaaaa.
Ass so fat to measure it, I need a rulaaa.
Got this Bad Bitch, that go to Northridge.
She always wear gucci, but she can't Afford It.

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks

Take a bitch life, Now it's my life.
Needa bitch that can Fuck, Cook, Clean, right.
Turn a bitch out, make her lick twice.
Yeah she eat pussy, but she don't fuck dikes.
Laid in the middle, two Miller Lites
Straight kill a bitch, pop rocks little sprite.
Bam bam little chubby ass gooy car,
Tell the bitch twinkle twinkle come meet a star,
I don't ODOM, no lamar
Kind of money make her come out her Leotard,
I'm in this bitch, like my dick hard.
And I shuffle money, Like playing cards.
Uh
YG tell them bitches wassup, they ready to cut no,
links in my suit, we don't cuff em,
Straight duck em, Like donald.
Quack Qwak,
I dont even know the sound them bitches make cuzzzzzz....

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks

Look I like bitches, that's lightskinned-ed,
With ah whole a lot of ass, and get right with it,
Off a pill, I can prolly' make her like bitches,
Lick Lick it, like a lolli till it's like Liquid,
These hoochies always talkin' bout, where my dick is,
But if it's not in your mouth, then get out my business,
A nigga real ratchet, I ain't write this Shit,
Known to fuck and cut her off, Lightswitches.
Uh, Now What I get ? Money bitch,
You look good, but to me you just a bummy bitch,
And the funny shit is, you know my other bitch,
Met me through her, on some under cover lover shit,
Got damn, ain't that your homegurl?
Scandalous bitches, we livin' in a cold world.
That's why I flip em, flip em like ah zone gurl.
And everyweek I change my number to my phone cuz...

Bitches ain't shit but, hoes and tricks


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/yg/bitchesaintshit.html
http://7anisworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/yg-feat-tyga-nipsey-hussle-bitches-aint.html

I say hello, momma, what’s the deal?
Talk to me, girl I’mma keep you real
I’ve been on you since you walked thru tha door
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor
Money on the floor!
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor!
Pick it up girl, pick it up, girl!
Drop it low like it’s money on the floor!

All that sexy dancing, the hair and the dresses, it’s so romantic!
It’s so sexual, ... let it go!
It’s got me intoxicated
Like drugs, it’s got me fading!
The visual is amazing
Three DJs entertaining
The women are beautiful here
And they come from everywhere
From all over the world
Come here, you see the most beautiful girls!
They make the clock go that bad
Been .. and show that crack.
That booty is so damn fat

I say hello, momma, what’s the deal?
Talk to me, girl I’mma keep you real
I’ve been on your sister walk Billy dough
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor
Money on the floor!
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor!
Pick it up girl, pick it up, girl!
Drop it low like it’s money on the floor!

She a flirt, she look like.. come out
She don’t.. wearing panties under her skirt
No... to her shirt
I like the way she ...
This the one right here, baby, this your motivation
Make your chick applaud like a standing ovation
Got my dick hard like incarceration
Let me buy you a drink and ...
Hello, and... about this hustling
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Here.... give the chick a Chinese night, night
Ne more! Play head games,
But you want more, more!
.. but I used to...
..it’s right, right, right!

I say hello, momma, what’s the deal?
Talk to me, girl I’mma keep you real
I’ve been on your sister walk Billy dough
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor
Money on the floor!
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor!
Pick it up girl, pick it up, girl!
Drop it low like it’s money on the floor!

I need to penetrate
Hook it up like a generator
Make electricity
With that booty, show Mr. B
I don’t wanna kiss the freak
That ass is just a magical mystery
I can’t take that shit
Put it on.. break that dick!
Shopaholic so hot you got a badass like Coco
She young but her body ...
You had to see her momma, they could pass for sisters.
For some strange reason, I gotta think
It’s something about the broad and some white jeans
Make her feeling through her...

I say hello, momma, what’s the deal?
Talk to me, girl I’mma keep you real
I’ve been on your sister walk Billy dough
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor
Money on the floor!
And drop it low like it’s money on the floor
Like it’s money on the floor!
Pick it up girl, pick it up, girl!
Drop it low like it’s money on the floor!


http://www.sweetslyrics.com/918541.Too%20Short%20-%20Money%20on%20the%20Floor%20ft.%20E-40.html
http://theoriginalwinger.com/2011-11-18-music-money-on-the-floor-too-short-ft-e-40

Aye girl, trying to get off sometime

How they let me go and get a beat from kane,
I swear these 808s and snares make me go insane
Ay hold up baby girl I really wanna know your name
And let me be your superman and you be Lois Lane
It's showtime like cable; get up on that table,
I love your sexy body and I know you love this paper
Bottles coming like they got legs on them
The way I kill 'em man this beat will
Make 'em wanna call the feds on me

I'm ordering a hundred shots of patron
Girl you better get a cup
..and once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good (good) night
Good (good) night (night, night)
Good (good) night
Good (good) night
And we gon' have a good (good) night
Good (good) night (night, night)
Good (good) night
Good (good) night

(Man!) I got an open palm with cash in it
I could be up for MVP
I'm just tryna out do my last visit
Pockets fat like they pregnant
And 'bout to have triplets
I got 20s flyin' send ghetto benji to ad lib it (I do!)
Hah, get it,
I'm so far ahead
Of my time no c-section
Yall club we v.i.p section
Party bus full of women
Like we nextin'
Woulda thought it was a gym the way we flexin
Line full of sexy ladies tryna get with me
I'm just tryna grand slam like the boy Ken Griffey
And I'm at the bar nine shots no fifty (50)
Bring a hundred more
Everybody gettin' tipsy

I'm orderin a hundred shots of patron
Girl you better get a cup
..and once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good (good) night
Good (good) night (night, night)
Good (good) night
Good (good) night
And we gon' have a good (good) night
Good (good) night (night, night)
Good (good) night
Good (good) night

And we gon' have one hell of a time
Girl I am feelin' fine
You know what’s on my mind
Give it up (Please!)
This mad in my swisher got me fine
This patron on my mind
Your sexy little body got me stuck; so whats really good
Girl I wish we really could do what we really should
I know yo last boyfriend was only really good
Well I'm excellent a sexual perfectionist
I creep up behind ya deep inside ya no exorcist
That's that extra shit real long extra thick
A different type of breed a upgrade from that metric shit
Its time to make ya question all the rest you messin' with
I'm tryna tell ya I'm the one to hit the exit with

I'm orderin a hundred shots of patron
Girl you better get a cup
..and once I get you home
Girl you better give it up
And we gon' have a good (good) night
Good (good) night (night, night)
Good (good) night
Good (good) night
And we gon' have a good (good) night
Good (good) night (night, night)
Good (good) night
Good (good) night

And that's what I like to call, a good fucking night

And we gone have one hell of a time, girl I'm feeling fine
You know what's on my mind, give it up
This man in my swisher got me flying, this patron got my mind
And your sexy little body got me stuck; so whats really good


http://rapdirt.com/roscoe-dash-show-out-video/19682/

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Dizzy

"Someday We'll Be Together" - The Supremes


"I can have the busiest day and all I have to do is hit 'home screen' on my phone. Your face pops up and not only does it put a smile on my face, but it reminds me what I'm doing it all for. Thank you for being you and for returning to me. <3 u..." - RG

I'm dizzy, but don't let this feeling stop me from spinning. I feel like flying! I will be in a few more days and the anxiety of it is overwhelming. Not because I fear planes, but because I know that it'll quickly lead me back to you. Yes, I'm a corny freakin' cliche, but I'm smiling all the time and I've been told I'm quite good at it so why ruin a good thing? I look at my phone for a minute and know that soon I'll be talking to you and everything will work itself out. And for that I just want to say I so very much thank you too.

This isn't puppy love. We've passed that in junior high, didn't we? But it's the same sensation as a grade school crush. The whole, "Will he call me?" is rushing the blood back to my head and the excitement of conversation; of re-getting to know someone and really getting to know them this time around is an amazing feeling that I can't even express in words. I can barely comprehend all of this as it is and here it all is right in front of me. It's shaking and screaming at me, "You deserve this! Enjoy it!" And you know what? I think I finally will.

Lyrics:

Someday we'll be together
Say, say, say it again
Someday we'll be together
Oh, yeah, oh yeah

You're far away
From me my love
And just as sure my, my baby
As there are stars above
I wanna say, I wanna say, I wanna say

Someday we'll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Say, someday (some sweet day) we'll be together
I know, I know, I know, I know

My love is yours, baby
Oh, right from the stars
You, you, you possess my soul now honey
And I know, I know you own my heart
And I wanna say:

Someday we'll be together
Some sweet day we'll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Someday (tell everybody) we'll be together
Yes we will, yes we will

Long time ago
My, my sweet thing
I made a big mistake, honey
I said, I said goodbye
Oh, oh baby
Ever, ever, ever since that day
Now, now all I wanna do is cry, cry

Hey, hey, hey
I long for you every night
Just to kiss your sweet, sweet lips
Hold you ever, ever so tight
And I wanna say

Someday we'll be together


http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/diana_ross_and_the_supremes/someday_well_be_together.html
http://topics.nytimes.com/topics/reference/timestopics/organizations/s/the_supremes/index.html

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Shell-Shocked

"Last Dance" - Donna Summer

I'm here again Dear Blog, but I'm not really sure where "here" is anymore. I wish I had an epiphany where everything just made sense and I knew what to do so that I won't get hurt, disappointed, frustrated, careless, and clueless. I wish I could be in the mindset where I don't mistaken a whirlwind of emotions to be a bad thing and give it time to settle before popping in a couple of Advils. I wish that when someone says, "I'll take care of it...of you," that I could truly believe that this will actually happen for the long run...maybe even after then. I wish I could believe that there's weight in their words and that the excitement of having this staring at me in the face is all I could...I would focus on. But I'm just shell-shocked all over again.

It's only been a few days. Then again it's been years... It's like we're still kids, but we're all grown up. We've changed. The things we've wanted to do then, we can actually do now. But will we do this? Or is this just a lingering memory of what was? I'm not as optimistic and "new" at the whole idea of trying to make things work. But will this really work? Should I take a risk or should I take it slow? How slow can one go with something that started so long ago?

Lyrics:

Last dance
Last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance
For romance tonight
I need you by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me, to scold me
Cuz when I'm bad
I'm so, so bad

So let's dance the last dance
Let's dance the last dance
Let's dance this last dance tonight

Last dance
Last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance
For romance tonight
Oh-oh, I need you by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me, to scold me
Cuz when I'm bad
I'm so, so bad
So let's dance the last dance
Let's dance the last dance
Let's dance the last dance tonight

Oh-oh, I need you by me
To guide me, to guide me
To hold me, to scold me
Cuz when I'm bad
I'm so, so bad

So, come on baby, dance that dance
Come on baby, dance that dance
Come on baby, let's dance tonight


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/donnasummer/lastdance.html
http://patrishy415.tumblr.com/post/13536636223

Often Do

"Without You" - David Guetta feat. Usher


I wonder what the theme song on New Year's Eve will be this year? My baby sis said it's going to definitely be something mainstream and this fits the category. I have a feeling it may be in the running to be the next "2012." Why? Well, when a year is coming to an end and another one begins, people often reflect. With reflection comes bountiful feelings of...

Relief
Wonderment
Accomplishment
Regret
Loneliness
Togetherness
Connection
Realization
Contemplation
Plan of Action
Insecurities
Certainty
Guilt
Love
Euphoria
Metamorphosis
Sense of direction
Or a continuation of a lack thereof

Whatever the emotion or case may be, an end to something leads to a beginning of another. And almost always, it means another person to share it with. Whether it's family, friends, or a special someone...whether it's a big group, a small group, or just the one. We tend to flock together vs. drift apart.

This song does just that. So let's hope it doesn't get played out as good songs often do. Let's hope I still want to sing it out loud. Jump up and down! Close my eyes and spin around. Let's hope a celebration will still be in order and that this time, I'd actually want to celebrate. Let's hope for plenty of hugs and firework kisses. More hits than misses. The high that rejuvenates vs. disintegrates. The "ooohs and ahhhs" of an awesome memory in the making. Let's hope the feeling I feel when I hear it doesn't fade away as feelings often do.

Lyrics:

I can't win, I can't reign
I will never win this game
Without you, without you
I am lost, I am vain,
I will never be the same
Without you, without you

I won't run, I won't fly
I will never make it by
Without you, without you
I can't rest, I can't fight
All I need is you and I,
Without you, without you

Oh oh oh!
You! You! You!
Without...
You! You! You!
Without...you

Can't erase, so I'll take blame
But I can't accept that we're estranged
Without you, without you
I can't quit now, this can't be right
I can't take one more sleepless night
Without you, without you

I won't soar, I won't climb
If you're not here, I'm paralyzed
Without you, without you
I can't look, I'm so blind
I lost my heart, I lost my mind
Without you, without you

Oh oh oh!
You! You! You!
Without...
You! You! You!
Without...you

I am lost, I am vain,
I will never be the same
Without you, without you
Without...you


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/davidguetta/withoutyou.html
http://www.songonlyrics.com/watch-david-guetta-and-ushers-without-you-new-video

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Home

"Come Home" - One Republic feat. Sara Bareilles








Almost a week rolled by Dear Blog and it's only half-way done. I'm sitting here, alone in a very quaint hotel room, right across the street from a pretigious college campus. I'm typing away on my laptop that's on a small wooden desk against a tiny balcony overlooking a cafe filled with anxious students cramming for finals in front of a laptop of their own. I'm so close that I could see their ceramic mugs need some refilling. As I sit and stare out, I somehow find myself feeling what it must've felt like to be in a dorm far away from home.

I'm stuck in so many ways and yet at this moment, in this historical building that smells like a dusty library book, I feel free. This space is welcoming to me. I miss my family and have no friends here, but rather than sulk about it I shared my Chinese take-out with a cool chic at the front desk. I don't have my car, but without it I'm allowing myself to slowly pass secret shops along the way to work every morning. Mornings...funny how this is not a time I enjoy when I'm in my comfort zone, but yet I discover the beauty of an early start elsewhere.

I bundle up to stay warm in this crisp, Bay air. I pull my backpack over my shoulders, securely strap in my laptop inside its carrying case, plug in my headsets and go. I pass other people who look and dress like me and watch as they continue towards school as I turn the corner to settle for something I know I'm worth more than... Something that I fell into and have yet to feel it be the something I've always wanted.

I want to do what I love. And I don't have to study so hard in order to love it. I want to learn something profound everyday and to write about it in a way that gets others to want their own somethings just as much.

It could be to find a significant other to match you...finally. It could be to challenge yourself everyday so you don't feel so drained with what you know you can do and yet don't do anything about. It could be purchasing that dream home, car, vacation to simply explore, or just some sort of prized possession you never thought you could afford just for the sake of saying that now you could afford it. It's revisiting an idea and actually seeing it unfold in front of you. It's revisiting a past and making it fall in your favor this time around or seeking a future you never thought possible only to go for it because what do you really have to lose?

I don't know. I guess I'm in this kind of mood. Been in it for awhile. Yet now I don't feel so lost amongst strangers. I don't feel so heartbroken. I feel like the sudden wind lifted me up from what's been holding me back in order for me to see that I don't necessarily have to come home to be home.

Lyrics:

Hello world
Hope you're listening
Forgive me if I’m young
For speaking out of turn
There’s someone I’ve been missing
I think that they could be
The better half of me
They’re in the wrong place trying to make it right
But I’m tired of justifying
So I say to you..

Come home
Come home
Cause I’ve been waiting for you
For so long
For so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I’ve ever known
So come home
Oh

I get lost in the beauty
Of everything I see
The world ain’t as half as bad
As they paint it to be
If all the sons
If all the daughters
Stopped to take it in
Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin
It might start now..Yeah
Well maybe I’m just dreaming out loud
Until then

Come home
Come home
Cause I’ve been waiting for you
For so long
For so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I’ve ever known
Ever known
So come home
Oh

Everything I can’t be
Is everything you should be
And that’s why I need you here
Everything I can’t be
Is everything you should be
And that’s why I need you here
So hear this now

Come home
Come home
Cause I’ve been waiting for you
For so long
For so long
And right now there's a war between the vanities
But all I see is you and me
The fight for you is all I’ve ever known
Ever known
So come home
Come home


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/onerepublic/comehome
http://mp3.com/artist/OneRepublic//mp3
http://www.pulsarwallpapers.com/r_sexy_girls_%26_babes_-_wallpapers_19_sara_bareilles_photography_54202.html

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Delete?

24 songs got dropped from Playlist. 24.

14 from Part II and 10 from the Archives.

What's worse is that most of these are from my favorite blogs. Like the one about the bankrupt bookstore and the other about the free-spirited peddlers on the street. There's the one about the time I felt like a real adult and plenty others that really sang out to you...and you too. There's the ones about turning a new leaf (with how I see myself) and turning the page (with where I need to move to now).

Now, the idea of having to look up all of these songs in the middle of this mess of packing for a mere week away is too much...I just wanted to hear music to help relieve the anxiety of being on a plane again, especially by myself. And now all I'm reliving is the memory of writing these posts and the memories that inspired them.

I need a break in the worst way, but sh*t like this just makes me want to quit. What's the point...really, wtf is the point in all this? I seriously want to just hit "delete" and forget.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Broken

"Paradise" - Coldplay


It took a while for this song to affect me, but I guess a windy drive home through an obstacle course of devastating proportions and the sudden panic of having a "State of Emergency" warning flash within my quiet hometown can change things. A lot.

I didn't sleep a single minute last night. Although this isn't anything new, it's new to me to want to sleep and not get it. It was unbelievably frightening to be alone in my room with the nite-lite busted and the wind at full speed...even worse when half the roof over my head flew to the ground with a thunderous thud bringing the rest of the sleepless city to its feet.

We've seen the Santa Ana winds, but never at this magnitude. It moved cars and busted windows. It rattled fences and ripped gates apart. It knocked over trashcans and picked up patio furniture like it weighed nothing. In the morning when the dust settled just enough for the hazy sun to bring some light to the mayhem, we stumbled out of our houses and over the rubble to piece together our neighborhood and what was left of the shingles that sheltered us.

Broken down trees, one after the other, piled up like dead bodies back from war. Some lay naked without leaves while others had their limbs yanked off and scattered below their tattered frame. But by far, what hurt the most was seeing the older ones, ones that I used to bike next to as a kid...ones that I used to lean against to count off when playing hide and seek...ones I used to attempt to carve my initials on even before this green house on the corner felt like home, pulled out from deep within the ground, only to be left dying on the pavement.

Mother Nature screamed loudly last night and it was the trees that suffered the most - The one thing that made this city so lusciously full and beautiful was destroyed.

Lyrics:

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly

And dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

She dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

La la la La
La la la

So lying underneath those stormy skies
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I know the sun must set to rise

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
This could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo


http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/coldplay/paradise.html
http://hangout.altsounds.com/reviews/135797-coldplay-paradise-single.html