Thursday, April 21, 2005

XXVIII

today is my birthday. and for the first time in my life, i felt old and scared at the same time.
i am now 28 years OLD. yaiks! if i were a waistline measurement, i would fall under the
chubby-a-little-overweight section. if i was a day of the month, then next year, i won't be on
february's page. damn. today, among all days, figures suck!

well, honestly, i don't feel i have aged. i'm still my crazy old self. i still act foolish. i still think weird thoughts. i still play with kids and horse around with them. but recently, people have been asking me how old i would be today, it was then that it hit me. i really have lived 28 loooong years...in my late 20's. Eeww. Gives me the creeps.

ok. i admit. i'm one of the many people who refuse to grow old. not because of the wrinkles that goes along with it. or having brittle bones. or slowing metabolism. or menopause. but because people expect mature people (which i officially am, today) to think maturely. thank God, i am surrounded by such wonderful people who will always be young at heart. like me.

which brings me to the list of people i thank for ...making me feel so young...(ala frank sinatra...hehehe)

1. nanay and papa (and the whole family) - for the TLC any baby could ever want

2. sam - for being my ate

3. my friends (you know who you are) for being ageless

4. and opcors, si mokong, my ever playful peter pan...

life is goooood!

babyburn at 11:19 AM

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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

si edgar

"d ba't sinabi mo sa kin dati
na mahirap kumain ng chocolate
natunaw at parang wala ng korte
kadiri na kainin mukha ng tae.."

nakakatawa pero ang mga kanta ng parokya ang pinapakinggan ko kapag gusto ko mag reminisce
ng college o kaya ng absi days o kaya gusto kong maalala yung ilang mga partikular na tao o
kaya gusto ko lang maging masaya. mababaw lang mga kanta nila pero ika nga eh, "hits close to home". siguro kasi mababaw na tao lang ako. kumbaga sa "comfort food", mga kanta ng parokya ang "comfort music" ko.

siguro kase simple lang ang mga mensahe nila kung mensahe nga bang matatawag ang mga yon.
sino ba naman ang mag aakalang pwede ka palang lumikha ng kanta tungkol sa siopao? o sa picha pie? o sa chocolateng nalusaw? pati sa cobra bird o kay mr. chucky dreyfus?

kaya nga ang mga parokya hits ang default playlist namin ni mokong pagwala kaming mapakinggan. dahil siguradong sasaya na naman kami. babalik sa college days. bibirit. magwawala. kikiligin. tatawa. tatawa. tatawa.

kaya nga pag tambak ang trabaho, magkukulong na ko sa sarili kong mundo. malalaking headphones sa tenga. ang parokya playlist. and code away na...

mahilig ako sa jazz, sa classics, sa beatles, sa rnb pero pag gusto kong maging bata ulit kung
san ang pagiging simple at totoo lang ang mahalaga, eh di parokya na.

ahm..di ko alam kung pano tatapusin yung blog kaya ganito na lang bigla na lang mawawala...

babyburn at 11:48 AM

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Thursday, April 14, 2005

amoy amoy amoy

bakit ang baho ng mga lalake?

o sige sige...sweeping generalization. pero why? oh why?
do some men stink like sukang paombong especially at the
end of a work day?

hindi na yata mabilang ang mga pagkakataon na may nakakasabay
akong lalaki sa mrt na talaga namaaaaang umaalingasaw ang baho!
as in!! hindi anghit eh. oo, hindi yung amoy ng sinigang na baboy sa
bayabas kundi yung kakaibang asim na may halong init at lagkit!
ang masama pa non kapag pumasok na sa isang enclosed area tulad ng mrt
ang mga nilalang na ito, good luck na lang. sanay makaya mong
huminga sa bibig hanggang sa makarating ka sa destinasyon mo.
umasa kang mag uumapaw sa buong sangka-mrt-han ang kakaiba nyang agimat.
kaya naman sa dalas kong makasabay ng mga Mr. Personality-ng ito,
nadevelop sa kin ang kakaibang skill na paghinga sa bibig sa unang
hudyat ng hanging kakaiba.

mabuti ng mabuti kung hindi mo sya makakatabi. kapag talagang minamalas,
makaka-kiskisang braso mo pa sya at hindi maiiwasang mabahiran ng
mainit at malagkit na pawis ang braso mo. shet na malagkit talaga.

so??? bakit ba??? ganun na ba kahirap ang buhay at hindi sila makabili ng
deodorant??? be considerate namaaan! ang hirap yata magpigil ng hininga no!
i know, i know. hindi nyo naman gusto yan. pero mhen!! hay!

eh kung magbaon kaya kayo ng damit tapos magpalit kayo bago umuwi? tapos yung
madumi nyong damit ilagay nyo sa isang airtight bag para hindi umalingasaw.
eh kung mag powder kaya kayo? para amoy beybi...hehehe... saka wag na kasi
kayo magsusuot ng maiinit na damit tulad ng silk...hehehe.

i'm just trying to help you know. para sa inyo din naman yan. sa mga loved ones nyo.
ba! hindi biro ang yumakap sa taong maasim ah! matinding powers ang kakailanganin.

what an enticing entry for a come back. hehehe.

babyburn at 4:24 PM

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Monday, April 04, 2005

john paul 2. we love you.

i never met him. i never saw him, save for his
occasional tv appearances especially when he
visited the philippines. i never touched his hand.
i never really had a close encounter. but for some
reason, i feel sad...a sense of loss...that he is...now...gone.

his death reminded me that, "oo nga pala, tao nga pala
sya." he has been the pope...our pope...my pope all my life.
alam mo yung feeling na nandyan lang sya because
it's a given. it's a natural thing to think. that i forgot
that he is, after all, human.

what saddens me is not his death per se because i believe
the man deserves that much deserved "break". what saddens me is how
he will inevitably be a part of a "distant memory", my "distant
memory". because whether i like it or not, no matter how great
his life was, and how much he became an inspiration to most of us
, we will sooner or later move on and subconsiously place him on the
"archives" part of our memory. in short, life goes on. we will move on.
sa libro na lang sha makikita and it's ok. labo ko no? ayoko mag move on.
gusto ko nanjan lang sha.

we'll that goes for every one of us when we die. i, too, will be a distant memory
when i die. and you, too. i guess the relieving thought that one will recover and
move on when a loved one dies is the same thought that makes death a sad course.

yes, i will remember him fondly. i will tell of him to all my children and grand
children and great grand children. but just the same, a story is still just a
story. parang kulang.

pero sabi nga. that's the way the cookie crumbles.

sinulat ko lang to para pag dumating yung time na magmove on ako...tayo. at nasa
"archives" part na sha ng memory ko maalala ko na there had been a point in my life
that i was touched by this person i have never met.

babyburn at 1:07 PM

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