JM at calgary, alberta

LARGEST TRUCK IN THE WHOLE WORLD

WITH COOKIE AND HER HUBBY

Zapped with "Psapp"

SHOW IN LOWLANDS


"we quite like cats, also snakes, stickers, mess and bad puns"

Psapp is the collective experiences of Carim Clasmann and Galia Durant, a London based pair of happy anoraks whose mutual obsession with odd noises and heart-prodding pop has resulted in a sound that slips between genres like an excited snake in a margarine tub.
Noise fanatic and self-confessed philistine Carim, a veteran engineer and producer whose talents have taken him all over Europe working with the likes of Einsturzende Neubauten and Natacha Atlas, met with Casio enthusiast Galia; and their shared love of nonsense and clicks soldered them together for good.
Sampling anything they could lay their greasy hands on, the pair pinched sounds from snowy carparks, cats, bike sheds, sitting rooms, fathers and cookery, and nestled themselves away using binary to stitch and snip their analogue finds.
The results are an unlikely mix of heartfelt songs and surprising bursts of noise. Psapp has distilled this couple's talents - Carim's production prowess, and Galia's penchant for warm hooks and quirky world musings. (posteverything.com)
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I first heard of Psapp (with a silent "P") as Grey's Anatomy closing song of "Cosy in the rocket", and i hunted some of their own songs. I have 4 songs from them, "Tricycle" which is really the real experimental song thing, "Hi", "Cosy in the rocket", "King of you" love the vocals and the lyrics. This band is quite interesting because they use toys, i mean literally for their instruments. They love cats a lot. Galia, has a very sultry voice and i mean i am such a fan for girls who sing like that. I love the way they play music, easy and experimental. They're funny, i love this band. i think they're probably going to make it big.

See the Psapp' s Live KCRW session Click here .. astig, galing..awesome!

mp3 download King Of You.mp3 (personal fave)


MORE OF Psapp's
beatkitchen and Psapp's tour blog (it has cool pics)
Psapp.net

.. no, i wont...

Leave now if u must...

leave while its still early..

leave and escape my world..

leave while the wounds still do not begin to hurt..

go and do not look back,..

remember that i will not go after u..

remember that once u leave, everything will stop there..

i shall not call on u and will never think of u..

remember that, i am not like all other girls..

i settle for what you can only understand..

not for things that cannot change..

do not waste your harsh words on a girl like me..

because i have had pain all my life..

and everything u say will never sting ...

do not force Love, if it cannot help..

use ur logic and leave...

leave now, my love...do not wait for tears to fall..

for my grief will not be all about u..

but for the time u that have u wasted with me

wasnt worth at all..-

----mylene

you'll never find a love like mine

on much much younger years, i remember my dad would always sing to me jazz, blues love songs by frank sinatra, matt monroe, nat king cole, beegees and other singers and bands of the 60s and 70s. one of the songs, i've always loved him to sing was "Misty", originally by frank sinatra. Its such a lovely song and i would never compare it to any pop song or whatever, its sweet and simple, and my dad sings it so well, that whenever there's a chance for him to sing at home, videoke or whenever we watch music lounges, i always request this one. Probably on my wedding day {probably 100 years from now}, i would love him to sing that song to me. I've always been fan of jazz, though i'm not openly into it, its just a personal fave. I mean i'd rather hear jazz on my own and appreciate it, because i'm not really familiar with jazz artists, but only a few of them, but whenever i hear one great jazz song, its quite a satisfaction. I love the sound of the drums, the sax, trumpet, piano, a little bit of some strings etc. I don't know but it relaxes my day and sets into mood, and i just forget about everything i worry about. And i don't care at all, as long as it gets into me, its practically super swell.

While riding on the mrt train and the bus on the way home tonight, ...i had a lot of questions on my mind. I thought how about getting tired of thinking.. I mean.. thinking of other people, like caring about other people, like giving a damn about their lives, like worrying what they would think, like for once giving up on something, ignoring things that aren't even rational, even sharing with other people. Sometimes u would just like to shout "stop" and say "its over". I grew weary, some things are so routine and no matter how effort u give or no matter how much u care for that person, sometimes at the end of it all, ironically, everything u have done or said doesnt count and its even useless. Sometimes, i hate human emotions. I hate it when i like somebody, i hate it because I develop feelings for a certain person, irregardless of everything, and no matter how much i try to control it, it gets the better of me. I so fucking hate it. i hate being girl because its awkward to tell a guy how much u feel for them, and yet u are told its stupid. Why bother caring for someone, who doesn't give a damn about what u think or like? I hate guys because they always have an excuse for being insensitive and accuse women of being demanding. If guys love themselves so much and their stupid notion of being "free", they should probably marry themselves., coz i'd rather be a spinster at this case.
I hate having feelings and i wish to be so numb and indifferent, so i wont have to care for nobody, won't have to hear anyone, or won't have to worry with anyone at all. how amusing life must be for me?..probably satisafaction guaranteed.

But back to reality, life isnt about that. Life would be always be a funfilled journey, full of twists..with so many turns. Its just all about learning to deal with it. So probably, the best thing is to handle it with the head not with the heart, maybe this time, finally let go of things that aren't really real and probably will never be.
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Love this jazz song, by michael bub'le.

You'll never find a love like mine - Michael Bub'le with Laura Pausini

You'll never find, as long as you live
Someone who loves you tender like I do
You'll never find, no matter where you search
Someone who cares about you the way I do

Whoa, I'm not braggin' on myself, baby
But I'm the one who loves you
And there's no one else! No one else!

You'll never find, it'll take the end of all time
Someone to understand you like I do
You'll never find the rhythm, the rhyme
All the magic we shared, just us two

Whoa, I'm not tryin' to make you stay, baby
But I know some how, some day, some way
You are (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When it's cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

You'll never find another love like mine
Someone who needs you like I do
You'll never see what you've found in me
You'll keep searching and searching your whole life through

Whoa, I don't wish you no bad luck, baby
But there's no ifs and buts or maybes

(You're gonna) You're gonna miss (miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
I know you're gonna my lovin' (you're gonna miss my lovin')
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (you're gonna miss my lovin')
Late in the midnight hour, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When it gets real cold outside (you're gonna miss my lovin')
I know, I know that you are gonna miss my lo-o-ove

Let me tell you that you're gonna miss my lovin'
Yes you will, baby (you're gonna miss my lovin')
When I'm long gone

I know, I know, I know that you are gonna miss .. my love

..she was

"She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. "
-George Eliot

GENO, the singing sensation...hehe

CLICK TO SEE GENO'S TALENT (THE GUY IN THE GREEN SHIRT)


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at this stage, my guy friends are half way to drunkiness..so probably why my friend, Geno had the guts to showcase his..um.. singing talent. they're all sing "Maling Akala" (which means "wrong guess"), by Brownman revival

from Italian food to videoke night at Dampa

WHAT THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSE TO EAT HERE DUDE, ITS ALL IN ITALIAN ?

MALU AND ME AT ITALIANNIS, GREENBELT

I GUESS WE HAVE TO CALL SOMEBODY TO HELP US DECIDE WHAT TO ORDER, HEHE

BUTCH, THE NEWLY PROMOTED PEPSI ACCOUNTANT, EVP HEHE WITH SHERYL

BUTCH: "JUST EAT ,GOSH I FORGOT MY WALLET"

SHERYL AND JOY

WITH MAVIC

I'M SURROUNDED BY BIG GAY MEN, hehe

SING YOUR HEART OUT BEVZ!

VIDEOKE NIGHT! AT DAMPA

THIS IS TAKEN, 5 MINUTES BEFORE THEY'RE TOTALLY DRUNK

THE NEXT SONG IS.....

THIS SONG IS FOR JOHN...

MALU AND JASON

HELP, I CANT SEE, I CANT HEAR..AND HEY, U HAVE BAD BREATH, HEHE

CLOSING TIME, 3 A.M.

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saturday night, my friend butch got promoted for PEPSI company, and decided to buy us (me, my highschool guy friends and their respective dates) dinner at an italian resto at Makati, we had great food, love the pasta. then we all headed to Dampa, we ate grilled seafood and had beer, and sang all night long..thank god it didnt rain.

Friday night at Gerry's Grill Makati

GERRY'S JUNGLE PLACE





JUNGLE SISTERS





JOY AND KUYANG

BROTHER AND SISTER

TIN AND DIANE

STAR CROSSED LOVERS


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had a fun friday night as well as relaxing one, i loved the Gerry's place at makati, it had a serene place, like a jungle theme. although, i did had one vodka ice mistake, i got tipsy with it. still got home in one piece and i forgot about my supposed date. hehe, so what.

baby isa, net debut

CLICK TO SEE BABY ISA



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love babies, their smell and everything..this monette's baby isa..gorgeous one. =)

Only if you think I'm not WORTH a lot

In a brief conversation, a man, speaking to a woman, was out to pursue the question, "What kind of man are you looking for?"

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said, "Yes" as she began to expound...


"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself.

I pay my own bills.

I take care of my household without the help of any man- or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, 'What can you bring to the table?'"


The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money... I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said,


"I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection Mentally. I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man.

I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection Spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... Believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.

I need a man who is striving for perfection Financially because I don't need a financial... burden.

I am looking for someone who is Sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but Strong enough to keep me grounded.

I am looking for someone who I can Respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive... He just has to be worthy.

God made woman to be a helpmate for man. At this point, I can't help a man if he can't help himself."


When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face, and exclaimed, "You're asking for a whole lot!"

To which she gracefully replied...


"Only if you think I'm not WORTH a lot." :)

would u go out with me

All week there has been a lot of things in my mind, UK stuff, work-related, events and the like..all at the same time and every night i go home and every thing is just the same. I go out with the same kind of friends, talk about the same stuff and be in the same places, over and over again. I missed dating somebody. Okay, I know it sounds pretty weird for me to say it, because i havent really met a "suitable" one..but the thing is..sometimes when all things become so crazy. we all need someone to talk to. I want somebody to talk with when i'm having a bad day, a guy perhaps. A guy I could go out with, when all my girl friends talk about their same old dilemma. A guy i could hold hands with, when i feel so tired and sick of working hard but underpaid. A guy I could just have quiet moments with, after all the noisy and pollution in the city. A guy I could walk out with every night, and breathe some fresh air. A guy I could flirt with when i need somebody sweet. That's all i need, and probably all i could ask for... I have tons of friends..and all they just do, is tell me about their life, their work and their lovelife..but when im am the one who needs someone, there's nobody there..not even a guy i could just hang out with or flirt with.
I wish I could just have somebody to go out with, just one nice night to laugh and have fun, and i wont care about any rules or whatever hangups we may both have..I just need somebody to take my mind off things...

should have..

"I should have ran after the guy who was getting away with everything…getting away with my heart. I didn’t want it back though…I just needed to see it was well taken care of…or if he already threw it.."

- quoted by Tiffany.

dinner at MISTER Kebab's

Sometimes, when everyone's stressed from work, we all do take time to go out and have fun eating..we all went to Mister Kebab at West QC, had some shawarma plate, and kebabs..love the garlic sauce!



















ME AND BADET


GOSH IM SO TIRED, TIRED AND HUNGRY!


WHAT THE HELL ARE U LAUGHING ABOUT, BENCH?