Bulcano

Dormant muna tayo ngayon.

Pasyensya muna mga ate’t kuya, kelangan lang talaga. Gusto ko mang may bumili, kelangan ko munang lagyan ng sign ang harap ng tindahan: “krisis ngayon, bawal muna ang utang”.

Sana’y inyong maintindihan. Nais ko mang umalis at lumayo para hanapin ang sarili ko, tuklasin ang mga pangarap ko, at tumakbo para lakbayin ang mundo, pero para yatang tinatamad ako.

Of birthdays and Bob Ongs

NINE PEOPLE HAVE ALREADY SAID that I write like Bob Ong. Or that they remember Bob Ong when they read my posts. More than one have already accused me of duplicating Bob Ong’s writing style. And hey, I’ve written too much Bob Ongs in this paragraph!

 

But before I get to that, let me first greet a very good/special friend: HEY! PEY! BERTDEY! ARIES BABALCON! That’s it. Joke.

We’ve been classmates for all of our high school life, but we haven’t really had so much time talking to and knowing each other until after graduation. You had that discreet personality that kept me guessing about your interests. You even surprised me when you showed up at our senior year’s editorial examinations, and yes, you even accumulated enough points to end up being the managing editor of our campus publication. Sorry for being the prodigal editor-in-chief that I was, because you had to do the rescuing on our paper when I was often absent for dating other girls.

That’s when we really got a little closer, with you scolding me about my misdoings and undoings and what you said before almost always goes into an ear squeezes out of the other. But yes, you always told me I was really excellent even though my grades tell otherwise. And then you utter, “who needs those grades on a piece of paper?! even if they have astronomical grades on their report cards, they’re not fooling themselves!” How I loved those statements of yours.

And now, we’re seas apart, but we always have this line that connects us. Big thanks to technology. Too many things happened to the world and to us (by the way, give my regards to Casiphia <or whatever you name her>). I feel guilty about how little this space I have allocated for you, but I hope this will be enough to get across to you the thought. I won’t slide in some cliches like “may you have mre birthdays to come” (oh, come on), but again, many thanks for thinking I’m still a good egg even though I’m slightly cracked, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

 

Now back to Bob Ong.

What really forced me to post something like this was Ken’s accusation. And then I was like, “errr…I hardly know him” and then he was like preaching about anything. I loved that though, because it’s not everyday that I have conversations with a superbrains like him. I said I’m a little flattered to be compared (or to be accused?!) to such an influential writer. Prior to the posting if this entry I was on a hunt for who Bob Ong is. Alright, sorry if I disappointed you for being the last man to know about his greatness, but what can I do?

I was amazed by how big Bob Ong is. Critics were all praises to him, particularly for his humor and insightful realization. And of course I also learned of his anonymity. But before that I even thought he was just another superstar blogger (but I do remember a book by him). Hell yeah, he’s the author of Ang Paboritong Libro Ni Judas which I saw in National Bookstore stalls when I was searching religious insurgence books.

Ken said my writing style was similar to Bob Ong’s (again, I felt flattered): witty and humurous but after reading he remembers nothing. Furthermore he observed how writers of today are following the fad of writing like him. He said I should never let my style overshadow my purpose. I just “listened” and revisited my sanity. I must be up to my defenses.

In the first place I didn’t even know Bob Ong until now. I feel sheepish but up to this very time I have never read any of his books or anything written by him. So there’s no possible way I could be duplicating his style. And I’ve been writing since as long as I can remember so I’ve developed in my own way my style. It might be similar in some sense because I also have influences and that I have evolved too as a writer, but I can’t remember myself intending to sound like him or any writer out there. Of course I’m a fan of many writers now but not Bob Ong (yet?). So there.

Bob Ong ought to thank me for this, he’s getting too much publicity.

Thnx for the memories

Finding Memo. Memorandum? No, it’s for memories.

Nyah, won’t be copy-pasting Fall Out Boys’ song lyrics just to post something on my blog. But I say ‘thnx for the memories’ to a particular someone, who was everything to me for quiet some time.

Sure, I still remembered her often even during random parts of the day. Uh, those don’t-care-about-anyone-or-absolutely-anything times. I still reminisced about our ‘hot moments’ together before, the laughs, ‘hot moments’, silly jealous times and of course–how will I ever forget– or did I mention already about our ‘hot moments’ already?!

I know this is gonna hurt like hell, but I guess I just have to get this off my chest. This is partly why I started a site on cyberspace, so I may reach out to her, let her know I still loved her through the years and hopefully she’ll care enough to let me know how she felt too. But what did I get? She hasn’t replied to any of my text messages, e-mails or even accepted my friendship request on corny Friendster!

Then recently, on the most random of days, she texted me. Oh, well, after three long years. At first I was like, ‘Oh my God, Oh my God!’ How I longed fore any piece of her.

After a few exchanges, I realized that was all it. At long last, I was able to see myself– too trapped in our glorious past together. I myself dug that hole by acting silly whenever I hear ‘I Love You Goodbye’ playing, just because she sang it often on the last weeks before we broke up. Or ‘Promise Me’ by Beverly Craven. ‘My Immortal’ by Evanescence. Toto’s ‘I’ll Be Over You’. Hey, not every love song’s about her!

A few days later, we texted again and discussed about ‘us’ because she just flattered herself upon reading my blog post about her (and I’m not bitter, this is just for the sake of the conversation):

ME: So, why did we break up?

HER: I don’t know. I…didn’t know.

ME: Wow, great. How lame can you get?

HER: I didn’t know about how you really felt for me.

ME: Do/Did you love me? (This was a nasty trick question, but I made it clear I’m not up for something.)

HER: You know very well that I loved you. (Loved. But why did you start to resurface on our anniversary date?)

ME: That’s exactly the point. Both of us made each other the center of our universe before, so how didn’t you know that I loved you too?

HER: I don’t know. You were starting to part ways with me then.

There, straight from her– she was afraid of the literal distance between us. My family and I were to move from Misamis Oriental to here in Rizal then, and so she was probably thinking of what if either of us falls into temptation. Practical, yet I thought we should have given it a shot, at least. I know I haven’t been totally faithful, but love came in the picture–which I also knew would have changed me for the better, particularly at closing the store for anyone else.

But, well, right now, all was water under the bridge. I moved on– something I thought would be impossible. I just missed her a lot, and when finally I got the chance to communicate with her–…holy bra! The intensity just wavered dramatically. When asked if I’ll still love her for always, I said yes. I moved on, but I’ll always love her– but just as a friend right now.

So far away, one last look

It’s not th same thing as before

Our heads turned, the last kiss

I have slept ’til forever.

Moving on starts with admitting that it’s over. It might be damn painful to thank her for breastfeeding me always before, but it’s over. Now, looking on to the brighter side, I believe I’m ready for another customer. This time I’ll be a notch better at giving and receiving, showing something while listening at the same time.

The store’s wide open once again!

Kabihasnan

Sorry.

Baka medyo mawala ako sa sirkulasyon. Lumipat kasi kami sa mga kabundukan ng Rodriguez, Rizal. Tama ang hula mo, kaya kabihasnan ang title kasi dyan ako palayo nang palayo sa ngayon. Okay lang, pag nagkatrabaho naman ako dito sa Marikina eh mas madalas ko pa ring maa-update tong blog na to.

Marami na ring nagse-search nang tungkol sa paano pumasok sa eSeM, tsaka nanghihingi ng listahan daw ng mga empleyado sa eSeM Taytay. Nge! Este, Nye! pala. Supervisor nga tawag sa akin ng mga ka-trabaho ko dati, pero wala akong listahan ng mga empleyado dun.

Ay, meron nga pala. Heto silang lahat:

2012 Olympic golds kasado na para sa Pinas

Talaga? Top searches sa blog ko ngayon ang tungkol sa Olympics at kung anong pinaggagawa ng mga Pinoy para makakuha ng ginto (or any medal, for this case). Para sa inyo, sasabihin kong pwede mo nang isulat sa history ng international sports faring ng Pilipinas ang mga gintong makukuha natin sa susunod na Olympics na gaganapin sa London.

Oo, hindi lang isa kundi MARAMI ang makukuha natin pag sineryoso na ng Pinas ang pagpapadala ng mga atleta. Humanda na silang lahat! Eto ang ilan sa mga magdadala sa atin ng karangalan:

Lucky 8 sa Olympics 08

Panindigan na natin ang pagiging swerte ng numero otso sa Chinese, kasi nag-champion naman sila overall with a total haul of 51 gold medals kumpara sa 36 ng USA (although USA parin ang may pinakamaraming medalyang naiuwi–110 kumpara sa China na may 100). Kaya heto ang walong pinaka-swerte sa edisyong ito ng Olympics:

8.) RP DELEGATION

Nang-aasar bako?

First log never dies

(Ito yung unang post na naisulat ko for a blog site.Reminisce lang.)

All my life i wanted to be a writer. Whichever kind would be great, as long as I can do what i want to, what I’ve been aching to do since i learned my abc’s. Or maybe simply because it’s the only thing that I can do (forgive my mediocrity).
Oo na, oo na, stupid writeup kasi akala mo tagalog to pero puro English yung simula. Sorry naman.
Mas sanay lang kasi akong magsulat in english (kahit sa totoo lang hindi naman ako marunong pag pasalita na). Gusto ko lang yung laging dumudugo ilong ng mga taong nasa paligid ko, tsaka sa opinyon ko mas practical kung medyo may alam ako sa english. You know, English talaga ang universal language ng mundo. Itanong mo pa sa lahat ng teachers mo. Oo, kahit sa conservative mong Filipino teacher.
Syempre rin, I have to mention na parang ibang level ang tingin ko sa tao lalo pag fluent sa English. Pero hindi ibig sabihin nito na halos lahat ng friends ko nag-aalmusal ng kasosyalan. Baliktad nga eh.
Baliktad!

Sipaghetti

Baka isipin nyo ansipag ko sa trabaho, mag-disagree pa co-employees ko. Pero nung Thursday, nagkunwari akong masipag.

To VAT or not to VAT?

President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo recently delivered her 8th SONA, at ang first part ng speech nya ay solely dedicated to defending the VAT.

She reiterated the importance of VAT, stressing that already 4 billion pesos were put to good use, that is, on pro-poor programs like the conditional cash transfer and scholarships. Describing VAT as a “necessary sacrifice”, Arroyo called on crirics to just support her administration and not try to scrap the VAT. She insisted na mas makikinabang ang mayayaman pag tinanggal ang VAT lalo sa langis at kuryente. 84 percent ng oil consumers at 90 percent ng energy consumers ay ang mayayaman.

PGMA also relayed in her SONA the other long term goals na sana daw ay patuloy na maging katas ng VAT; like electricity for the poor, regional hospitals and benefits for elderly who are not covered by the SSS or GSIS.

Mula nang maupo sya bilang pangulo, the country has been on an upward trend in terms of economic growth. Big and consistent turnarounds. the peso has never been stronger for many years, of course, until the latest crises.

Yet, people see her as SEKRETARYA NI SATANAS.

Wait. Why do I sound like this, abogado nya bako?

P8 M na para sa Olympic gold

Malabo parin ang chances ng Philippine delegation para makapag-uwi ng gold medal galing sa 2008 Olympics na gaganapin sa Beijing, China. Gayunpaman, lalakas parin lalo ang loob ng ating ipapadalang mga atleta. Umabot na kasi sa walong milyong piso ang perang paglalawayan nilang makuha pag nakasungkit sila ng ginto. Tiba-tiba talaga pag nagkataon.