Darnit! I Missed It!

Sorry, Mother Earth! I missed commemorating your hour! To think I decided to skip treating myself to watch a movie to turn off the lights at home. I decided to watch ISD's graduation rites, thinking that by the time it is over, I would be in time to turn the lights off.

Unfortunately, your hour came and I was still in school. I was about to join everyone for dinner at the canteen. I told my mom to turn the lights off since no one would be in the office anyway. She said to leave the lights since their activity is not yet over. It's their graduation day anyway, so they had an excuse not to participate, she added. I just fell silent and not argue with her further. I thought of calling my brother to turn the lights off at home. And again, I decided not to give it a go because I have a bad feeling that his passive mind would not understand it's all in a good cause.

I feel bad for missing it, for not taking part of it. Malls vowed to participate. Our mayor ordered to turn off the street lights and the People's Park for you. Famous landmarks all over the world would be in silhouettes for an hour to lessen the consumption of energy. People all over the world abstained from walking in brightness for an hour! It is just soooo bad of me!

I want to make it up to you. I cannot turn off the light for an hour one of these days because they might think I am crazy, or missed paying the light bill, but I am thinking of saving energy in a different manner by doing a walkathon. One of these days next week, I will walk home again to save gas and fare money. It may only be a 45-minute walk, but I am sure that the gas I'll save from that walk will go a long way!

I care for you, Mother Earth! And I will do anything to keep you green and existing...

Legacy

What was silent in the father, speaks in the son; and often I found in the son, the unveiled secret of the father. - Frederich Nietzsche.

This is going to be another news in the literary world.
And somehow, I itched to post this in my blog as a warning, maybe?
Or a reminder of sorts in my end.
Whichever.

Nada

Oasis said,
"When you take my soul, don't take my pride."

But would it matter?
I'm as good as dead.

You killed me.

Presumptuous

SLOW MOTION BIRTHDAY THANK YOU

I cannot thank all of you enough for the lovely messages,
cards,
songs,
videos,
drawings ,
thoughts,
words,
cheers,
and telepathic psychic greetings (you know who you are)
it literally took me 2 whole days to read them all
i am the luckiest man on the planet to be surrounded by so much love
yours,

matthew

Aaaaaaw! I just love the way he said thank you to all those who remembered his birthday 2 days ago! And I can't help but admire his line breaks. I could almost feel the emotion he wants to convey to those people who remembered.

And here I am...assuming that the crumbs I offered him in cyberspace was able to reach his side of the world.

Quite impossible, I should say. This was taken from his MySpace blog. I don't have a MySpace account...yet.

It is one of the things that I always avoid practically my entire life.

Ironically, it is one of the lessons that I believe I haven't learned still.

But either way, I still wish...hope that small as that crumb may be, it was still able to have its say...

A Tubular Birthday

It's called "the Reid effect." Wish this could also happen to me, too!

It's the Gube's 29th birthday today!

I know it's frivolous to remember someone's birthday who doesn't even know you exist, but let's just say this is my way of "thanking" someone who has made life easier...and more humane, by loving what they do and by being good at it.

Also, we both fall in number 9 in numerology. At least, if we are going to just add the birth day. Thanks to this uber slow connection we have as I write this entry, I have no idea as to how to thoroughly research this common denominator that I see.tsk. But, for the sake of the birthday boy, I will post the meaning of his birthday number. Here goes.

Your birth on the 9th day of the month adds a tone of idealism and humanitarianism to your nature. You become one who can work easily with people because you are broadminded, tolerant and generous. You are ever sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and even if the other numbers in your core makeup don't show it, you are very sympathetic and compassionate. Your feeling run deep and you often find yourself in dramatically charged situations. This 9 energy always tends to give more that it gets.

And I also can't help but look on mine. Here's what it said:

Your birthday on the 18th day of the month suggests than you are one who can work well with a group, but still remain someone who needs to maintain individual identity. There is a humanistic or philanthropic approach to business circumstances in which you find yourself. You may have good executive abilities, as you are very much the organizer and administrator. You are broad-minded, tolerant and generous; a compassionate person that can inspire others with imaginative ideas. Some of your feelings may be expressed, but even more of them are apt to be repressed. There is a lot of drama in your personality and in the way you express yourself to others. Oddly enough, you don't expect as much in return as you give.

Hmmm....looks like we have the same numerology, after all!

May 2009 be as colorful...and as positively loud as that pink sock he's wearing...not only to the birthday boy, but to his gazillion admirers as well!

Cheers!

Apektado

Mahirap tong gagawin ko...pero susubukan bago magbago ang aking isipan...

Laking gulat ko na lang nang makita ko ang "Paalam, Kiko" na nakasulat sa telebisyon sa isang tindahan nung pauwi ako ng bahay. Nung napadaan ako sa multiply site niya nung isang buwan, walang pahiwatig na siya ay nanghihina. Patuloy pa rin siya sa paggawa ng musikang Pinoy, kasama si Ely Buendia. Kahit silang dalawa ay may sakit, at siya labas pasok sa ospital. Grabe. Wala siyang pagod. Walang tawad sa pagsunod sa tawag ng sining at kultura [naaaks! ako ba ito?!]. Nang nakita ko ang balita, pinaaalala ko sa sarili ko na una kong gagawin pagdating ng bahay ay buksan ang telebisyon at ang computer para makasiguro sa balitang nakita ko. Pagdating ko ng bahay, kumpirmado. Di siya gawa ng aking guni-guni, o ng aking tulirong imahinasyon.

Bata pa lang ako, sobrang aliw na talaga ako kay Francis Magalona. Di lamang dahil sa kanyang guwapo at maamong mukha, pero naaaliw ako sa ideya na tinatawag ng mga tito at tita ko ang kapatid kong si Myko na "Kiko" dahil magkahawig daw sila. Bigla kong hinanap ang Photo Album niya. Sa kasawiang palad, di ko na mahanap ang mga solo baby pictures niya. Maliban sa litrato na ito na kasama ako at sina Mama at Leeroy, na kakalabas lamang sa mundong ibabaw:

Si Myko ang batang LALAKE na nakapula. Bahala na kayong humusga kung tama ang mga tito at tita ko o sadyang nagdidiliryo lamang sila nung mga panahon na yun...

Balik sa usapan. Nawala siya ng ilang taon sa sirkulasyon, ngunit nang nagbalik, pinakilala niya sa bansa ang musikang rap, at simula noon, siya'y nabansagang King of Pinoy Rap, Francis M, at Master Rapper. Sino ang makakalimot sa Mga Kababayan Ko?

At siyempre, nasundan pa ito ng marami pang kanta na di lamang tungkol sa pag-ibig [Cold Summer Nights...tama ba ako?], pero pati na rin tungkol sa politika at sa ating bansa. Dito ako mas lalong humanga sa kanya. Biruin niyo, anak siya ng mga beteranong artista na naging haligi ng pinilakang tabing, ipinanganak at lumaking burgis, nag-aral sa San Beda, a man from Manila, ika nga ng isa sa kanyang mga kanta, pero heto siya at buong pusong pinagsisisigawan sa mundo na ipinagmamamalaki niya ang kanyang pagiging Filipino. Nahiya naman tuloy ako. Buti pa siya. Ako, kelan kaya?

Hindi lamang siya sa musika nakikilala, pati rin pinilakang tabing, sa telebisyon, sa potograpiya, at pati na rin sa pangangalakal, sa pamamagitan ng kanyang 3 stars & a sun clothing line. Bukod sa kanyang karera at pagmamahal sa sining, sino bang di mamamangha sa kanyang buhay pamilya? Sobrang bow ako sa kanya bilang isang asawa at ama. Sa mukhang tulad niya na di ka magtataka kung magpapapiyak siya ng babae, o maging pabaya sa mga anak, yun ang isang bagay na di natin narinig sa mga balita. Naalala ko sa isang interview niya sa isang programa nung 1990s, sabi niya kinunan na niya ng college insurance ang kanyang mga anak. Sinigurado na niya ang edukasyon nilang walo. Bigla kong napagtanto, kung itong taong ito na alam natin ay hindi nakaranas ng hirap at kawalan, ay marunong din maghanda, ano pa kaya tayo na kailangan pa nating magbanat ng buto para lamang mabili ang mga pangangailangan sa araw-araw?

Nang ibinalita niya na siya ay may leukemia, hindi ito naging hadlang sa kanya bilang isang artista. Pinatunayan niya na kahit mahirap ang pagdadaanan niya, alam niyang malalampasan niya ang mga ito. Kung babasahin ng maigi ang kanyang mga isinulat sa kanyang blog, wala itong halong pag-aalala, o kalungkutan man lang. Lagi itong may tonong may maririnig pa tayo na balita galing sa kanya mismo.

At ngayong tuluyan na siyang nawala, sino kaya ang susunod sa yapak niya? Meron kayang maglalakas loob na maging bagong siya?

Isa talaga siyang malaking kawalan. Di lamang sa mundong ginagalawan niya, pero sa sining, sa kabuuan. Pero, sabi nga nila, ang mga tunay na artista, hindi nalalaos. Pag biglang nawala, alam na natin ang dahilan...

At yun nga ang kanyang naging tadhana.



PS: Hindi talaga madaling magsulat ng Tagalog!!! Hindi ko alam kung kailan mauulit ito, pero sana nga maulit pa!*peace sign*