Buhay Talaan ni Felipe - 2

Mamaalam, tala kong may ngiti, saglit lamang, may huling habilin, sa gitna ng yong paglalakbay, sa dako mong ihihimlay dalhin ang payapa't pangakong wagas. Patawad. May lunas pa araw nananamlay mong diwa s'yang may gamay ng malay mong tilang hiram. Itong minamataa, daang tinitimbang, dala, tang kong alay. Mamaalam sa mundong kay lupit, sadya kayang nilihis sa pait. Sa gitna ng yong paghihimlay, manlako kang maghihintay. Dalhin sa paaglitis. Taglay ng tamis. Paalam. ["Alay," Aia de Leon]

jueves, enero 27, 2005

Nothing unusual happened today. Wasn't inspired to write about anything. Didn't have any good shots from my camera. And wasn't exactly in the mood to be creative. It was a nuu-nee-nuu-nee-nuu day. I didn't do a lot but for some reason I was so tired at the end of doing everything.

I was bored.


I fell asleep on my bean bag while listening to the CD of the San Miguel Master Chorale. And in my slumber, I had a wierd dream. Probably one of the wierdest dreams I can remember. In my dream, I was at a deserted beach with my friends (and so-called friends). We were not doing anything. My friends were standing on this old neglected brick wall facing the sea and I was somewhere far behind them. Very much like guarding them and the sea. Everything and everyone was still except for the sea. What's wierder was everything was in a shade of BLUE. Like an alternative of an old black and white movie. And my friends were all NAKED. And the freaky part is that they all have something in common. At one time (or maybe more), I made out with each of them.

And YOU would know if you're in THIS dream.

*wink, wink*

... And then I woke up.

Betchabygollywow. Sumakit ang puson ko!

Okay, okay. Pakibaba ng kilay, please. I did have sex with some of my friends. But that was BEFORE they became my friends. We dated, we had fun, but became good pals in the end. Anong magagawa ko eh FRIENDLY ako.

"Mabuhay! I am Miss Congeniality Jessica Balasubas from Muntinlupa SITEH! I thank you."


About 2 houses away, someone was blasting his 2nd-hand made-in-China radio loud enough to call the attention of a passing guard. It was coming from the site of the new house (I would rather call it a 3-level mansion) being built at the end of our street. The song being played (before it was put to stop by our village guard the hero) was one of my favorite songs in high school (pero mas matanda pa yung kanta kaysa sa akin o sa school ko). It was a sentimental Carpenters song.

This is my song of the day.


Lyrics: Felice Mancini / Music: Henry Mancini

Sometimes, not often enough
We reflect upon the good things
And those thoughts always center
Around those we love

And I think about those people
Who mean so much to me
And for so many years have made me
So very happy

And I count the times I have forgotten to say
Thank you, and just how much I love them