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I love some songs with a universal life/social theme. Here are a few:

Used to Be - Stevie Wonder & Charlene
Powerless (Say What You Want) - Nelly Furtado
If Everyone Cared - Nickelback
Dare You to Move - Switchfoot
Only Hope - sung by Mandy Moore, written by Switchfoot
Defying Gravity - sung by Idina Menzel in "Wicked" written by Stephen Schwartz
You Gotta Be - Des'ree
Perhaps Love - John Denver
The Rose - Bette Midler
Unwritten - Natalie Bedingfield

I'll be updating this once in a while - give me suggestions!

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Natasha Bedingfield's Unwritten is a phenomenal song. I got the shivers when I read the lyrics and tears leaked down my cheeks. Go figure.



I just love this song and video, exactly what I would have made if I had my druthers. I can only wish I were as gifted. Unbelievably wonderful!

Unwritten

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah

I got obsessed for a while about this song...see why! KT Tunstall, this Scottish singer-songwriter of Chinese descent is phenomenal! How does she do all that?!?


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Found out:

Having been playing songs on her guitar since she was 16, Tunstall decided it was time to do something a bit different. So she invested in a device called an Akai Headrush foot pedal.

It allows her to play something, loop it up so that it repeats, then play something on top and loop that up, ad infinitum (or, at least, until the thing runs out of memory, which it hasn't yet). Singing her own backing vocals, thumping on the body of a guitar and stamping on a tambourine for percussion, suddenly the girl with a guitar turns out to be a rather crazed one-woman band. "My rhythm playing is full-on. I just go absolutely nuts, trying to play solos while strumming." It is something to behold, as BBC2 viewers discovered when she was invited to appear (as a last-minute replacement for rapper Nas) on Later With Jools Holland, and promptly stole the show (she scored 50 per cent of the viewers' vote for best performance on the programme's website).

"The room for error is hideous," Tunstall confesses with a kind of wicked relish. "I played a gig in Manchester the other night and completely arsed it up. If anyone actually knew what could go wrong they wouldn't let me do it on television!" When things go awry live, she says, she has a handy scapegoat. "The pedal is called the Wee Bastard, because once you give it a name, you can lay the blame." http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2004/12/02/bmkt02.xml

DUGONG PINOY

According to this website
www.absoluteastronomy.com/encyclopedia/D/De/Demographics_of_the_Philippines.htm, Filipino blood is generally made up of the following elements:

70% Malay
10% Chinese
5% Indian
5% Non-Malay tribal
3% Spanish
3% Arab
1% American
1% Negrito
1% Japanese
1% All others

Fascinating, I must say. In my case, there's more Chinese and Spanish blood mixed in, the former from my father's side, the latter from my mother's. I wonder how they came up with these figures? There's an amazing race-typing thing that geneticists are using now to help people trace their genealogical lineages. I wonder what my blood can tell me about that?

According to my paternal family folklore, there were 3 brothers who came from China to the Philippines and each settled on the 3 main island groups. It would probably be fascinating to find out what the real story is. Too bad I can't interview my grandparents' generation anymore, since they're back home.

NOT ANOTHER RECIPE !

One of the hassles of moving, aside from the packing, is trying to use up your food. I had a box of quick barley that once upon a time I had intended to use to make soup, but since I also had three cans of corn, two cans of tuna, a can of minced clams, I decided to use those up as well. I followed the instructions to cook the barley, except instead of 4 cups of water, I used the liquid from the corn, tuna and clams, adding a little water. After the barley was cooked, I added 3 tbsp of chopped parsley and dumped a can of corn into the pan. Since the saucepan was too small for me to put in the rest of the ingredients, I just mixed the remaining corn, tuna and clams in a plastic bowl and spooned the barleycorn mixture into a bowl, then just added the tuna et.al. It was good, the barley looked a bit like fat rice.

I'll have to admit, I'm not half the cook my father was (before he "retired" from cooking our meals and baon in school or at work), but I'm coming into my own. I just wish I could have a chance to have my parents over for dinner, which isn't the easiest thing in the world, given that they're half the world away and US visas are hard to come by.

MORE OF THE MUNDANE

I went to Mass for the last time at Our Lady of Sorrows, the church that's only a couple of blocks away from home. It's a very nice parish, and Hubby and I have been involved as a sponsor couple and lay Eucharistic Ministers. I've also been a lector twice. That's much less than my involvement back home, where I was the lector for the 12:30 PM Mass every Sunday at the Chapel of the Eucahristic Lord in Megamall. However, one thing to note is that the churches here have fewer Masses than in Manila. My usual schedule on Saturdays here has been to do my bookstore shift from 3-5 PM as a Friends of the McAllen Library volunteer (I also show up during summer at 11:30-1:30 PM on Mondays and Wednesdays to help Dwight and Becky out with the sorting & pricing of books), then Hubby and I go to Mass at 5 PM (so it means I close a bit early - which didn't use to be a problem during the winter Mass schedule, which had 2 Saturday Masses, 4 PM and 5:30 PM to accommodate the Winter Texans) since there's only one anticipated Mass during Summer until Fall.
The past couple of Sundays, some folks have been kind enough to compliment me on my singing - after the Mass today, the lady beside me grabbed hold of my hand and said that I sang so well that she could believe what Fr. Ignacio said suring the sermon that God is everywhere. Wow, I was so touched.