womb to the tomb

this is the first time i ever heard this rendition. i've been googling for some catch-phrase that may aptly describe this page, but unfortunately, i haven't found any (tsktsk. it's really kinda hard to find a fit-all term for a blogspot that is not even categorized)...

...and upon typing the page title-"House of Pain," surprisingly, i bumped into a band named the same as my page. uh.uh..i did not copy their band's name! i never heard of this gang before. in fact, never did i imagine that a group like 'em has existed. they're into rap music, and am no follower of such kind of brand, although i really appreciate the way Eminem and our local Francism elevate the genre into an exquisitely fine line of music.. but anyways, i want you guys to take a test of their sounds. like it or leave it. From the House of Pain, an unreleased single, Womb to the Tomb. listen to this...

House of Pain

Politics. Law. World Order.
Country and Urban Life. Attitude. Culture.
Family. Friends. Environment.
Sounds. Light. Aesthetics.
House of Pain absorbs all these.
House of Pain picks up every pieces.
What goes in, never comes out without a single bruise.
What comes around, never goes around without a pain in the ass!

House of Pain kicks ass!
House of Pain gaols bad brass!
It may cuddle progressive movements,
but may also defend reactionary forces.
House of Pain stood strong and sturdy.
Hurricanes come no match with its strength.
With its fairly-baked pillars and bricks,
termites may lose their teeth and roaches lose their breath.

Red Army Ants defend the House,
with the colony backing them up.
The ants run the household.
The House feel safe and secured.
The ants raise the flag of unity and freedom.
The House firmly stood its ground.
Both are ready from the attack of those intruders who come with nothing but a pinch of salt.
House of Pain is now at peace.
Peace. Peace. and Peace.
This is the chant the House used to cantillate, everytime the Sun rises and the rain showers its roofdeck.

Peace! Let there be peace!
Let us all listen to the House!

the day i started blogging...

i have always dreamed of being a writer, a poet, a journalist, an artist, a musician, a lawyer, a soldier, and a magician. i have always believed that when you dream of something, someday somehow, that dream would finally come true. dreams doesn't have to remain as dreams. dreams have to come out of the mind and start taking small strides to reality.

today, the dream of being a writer has to take a first step. it maybe of late but, at least, the feet have already started moving.

i found it exhilarating to finally found my fingers doin' what i wanted to do most. writing does not only make my mind a bit sharp, more importantly, it makes me feel so so good. i, now, understand why there are people who continue to post their stories on the web, even if nobody seem to throw interest on them. some are up for money, some for popularity, but most go to express their feelings, their ideas, their dreams, their inner selves.

to anyone who maybe following this blog, never do i promise anything exciting because this contains mostly of what i feel, what i say, what i hear and what i understand of the world around me. please feel free to comment..