We' ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one time on another. But it's only now that I gave him a second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast. Cute pala siya. And then, he came over with me. He said, "I hope you don't mine. Can I get your number?" Nag-worry ako. What if he doesn't give it back? He explained naman na it's so we could keep intact daw. Sabi ko, connect me if i'm wrong but are you asking me ouch? Nabigla siya. Sagot niya, The! Aba! Parang siya pa ang galit! Persona ingrata!!! Ang kapal niya! I cried buckles of tears.
Na-guilty yata siya. Sabi niya, isipin mo na lang na this is a blessing in the sky. Irregardless daw of his feelings, we'll go ouch na rin. Now, we're so in love. Mute and epidemic na ang past. Thanks God we swallowed our fried. Kasi, I'm 33 na and I'm running our time. After 2 weeks, he plopped the question. "Will you marriage me?" I'm in a state of shocked. Kasi mantakin mo, when it rains, it's four! This is true good to be true. So siyempre, I said yes. Love is a many splendor.
Pero nung inaayos ko na ang aming kasal, everything swell to pieces. Nag-di-dinner kami noon nang biglang sa harap ng aming table, may babaeng humirit ng, "Well, well, well. Look do we have here." What the fuss! The nerd ng babaeng yon! She said they were still on. So I told her, whatever is that, cut me some slacks! I didn't want this to get our hand kaya I had to sip it in the bud. She accused me of steeling her boyfriend. Ats if! I don't want to portrait the role of the other woman. Gosh, tell me to the marines! I told her, "please, mine you own business!" Who would believe her anyway?
Dahil it's not my problem anymore but her problem anymore, tumigil na rin siya ng panggugulo. Everything is coming up daisies. I'm so happy. Even my boyfriend said liketwice. He's so supportive. Sabi niya, "Look at is this way. She's our of our lives."
Kaya advise ko sa inyo - take the risk. You can never can tell. Just burn the bridge when you get there. Life is shorts. If you make a mistake, we'll just pray for the internal and external repose of your soul. I second emotion.
(received this via email.)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
A choir story that turned to be about something else..
Dear Madinat Jumeirah Colleagues,
Yes it’s that time of year when we start to plan Christmas and in keeping with the Christmas spirit there will once again be a Choir for Madinat Jumeirah.
If you would like to be a part of the Choir then we will be holding auditions on the following days in the Madinat Theater:
Monday 13th August from 3pm – 5pm
Wednesday 15th August from 3pm – 5pm
Feel free to turn up at any time between 3pm and 5pm with your best singing voice.
***
It was half past 3 in the morning (arghh, I’m doing graveyard again!) when this mail popped in my outlook. I was already three-fourths sleeping but the mail triggered the remaining awake cells in my body.
Choir. Ahh.. just a mention of the word always brings me down the memory lane..back to the good ol’ days.
I never wanted to be a part of a choir. When I was in high school, I thought it was so totally geek. Why join a choir when I can do solo? I know what you are thinking. I certainly do not have a voice capable of doing solo. I know that too, but as what friends have told me, I had this star quality in me (a.k.a. kapal muks quality) that always wanted to shine among the rest. So I thought of a contingency- join a band. But when you’re in high school and everyone’s striving to be branded cool, the easiest way to go was the road that leads to metal rock genre. That’s not me, not my type of enjoyable music.
So one day, I just found myself with my little friends (literally, as we were just little then) in Mrs. Marin’s music room. That was the start of my High School Glee Club story. And the rest is history ( History means HImig Yakal and UPCYM Choir).
***
It’s now 4:20. Almost an hour now that I’ve been singing in the Majlis (Reception to the non Arabic). Thank God my guests are all sleeping and the guards have not been making their rounds because I just turned this reception area to a mini music theater and reminisce the Awitan songs..I really love Ngayon. It was sooo grand! But I have to say I really hate this Tattooed On My Mind. I mean, half of the song, the sopranos were just singing do-do-do-do in different pitches because the altos, for the very first time, got to sing the melody (I told you, kapal muks quality). And who would not enjoy the love songs? Beginning Today, Minsan Lang Kitang Iibigin, Ikaw… Haay… Can’t help but think of how I innocently adored my crushes in college.. And of course, the worship songs and how we would sing it everywhere. I mean, EVERYWHERE.. In church, Ian’s house, Melvin’s car, tambayan, isawan, while walking in UP, in McDo, in Jollibee, in that resto near the UP swimming pool (I forgot the name!) in Katips, in the library (yes, in the library. I said everywhere, right?).. But Christmas songs have always been my favorite. The Santa Claus Is Coming to Town and its very cute choreography, the songs of Sambang Umaga and the breakfast after which was one big motivation to wake up early. (We have to admit it, guys). The dramatic Pasko Na Sinta Ko..
Shaks, this reminiscing thing is beginning to be bad. Can’t help but thinking that this Christmas is going to be my first Christmas away from home. I remember when I was watching With Honors (one of my fave films), I told myself I want to experience a Christmas away from home as that of Brendan Fraser’s character. You might be asking why on earth. You see, I've outgrown the kapalmuks quality but I have to mention that I also have this Sucker of Pain disease whose main symptom is having a want to experience some heartbreaking emotions life has to offer but actually fearing it when it shows possibility of occurrence. And that is what’s happening to me now and my first Christmas away from home which is bound to happen four months from now. Yeah, I know, Christmas’ spirit is more than this and hopefully in God’ will, I will not be alone this Christmas but the fact that my home’s Noche Buena table will just have 3 plates instead of four is really a sad thought.
I told you, this reminiscing thing is beginning to be bad and not so healthy. Nonetheless, I am still hoping for everyone’s Christmas to be merry..
And yeah, I will go for that choir audition...
Yes it’s that time of year when we start to plan Christmas and in keeping with the Christmas spirit there will once again be a Choir for Madinat Jumeirah.
If you would like to be a part of the Choir then we will be holding auditions on the following days in the Madinat Theater:
Monday 13th August from 3pm – 5pm
Wednesday 15th August from 3pm – 5pm
Feel free to turn up at any time between 3pm and 5pm with your best singing voice.
It was half past 3 in the morning (arghh, I’m doing graveyard again!) when this mail popped in my outlook. I was already three-fourths sleeping but the mail triggered the remaining awake cells in my body.
Choir. Ahh.. just a mention of the word always brings me down the memory lane..back to the good ol’ days.
I never wanted to be a part of a choir. When I was in high school, I thought it was so totally geek. Why join a choir when I can do solo? I know what you are thinking. I certainly do not have a voice capable of doing solo. I know that too, but as what friends have told me, I had this star quality in me (a.k.a. kapal muks quality) that always wanted to shine among the rest. So I thought of a contingency- join a band. But when you’re in high school and everyone’s striving to be branded cool, the easiest way to go was the road that leads to metal rock genre. That’s not me, not my type of enjoyable music.
So one day, I just found myself with my little friends (literally, as we were just little then) in Mrs. Marin’s music room. That was the start of my High School Glee Club story. And the rest is history ( History means HImig Yakal and UPCYM Choir).
It’s now 4:20. Almost an hour now that I’ve been singing in the Majlis (Reception to the non Arabic). Thank God my guests are all sleeping and the guards have not been making their rounds because I just turned this reception area to a mini music theater and reminisce the Awitan songs..I really love Ngayon. It was sooo grand! But I have to say I really hate this Tattooed On My Mind. I mean, half of the song, the sopranos were just singing do-do-do-do in different pitches because the altos, for the very first time, got to sing the melody (I told you, kapal muks quality). And who would not enjoy the love songs? Beginning Today, Minsan Lang Kitang Iibigin, Ikaw… Haay… Can’t help but think of how I innocently adored my crushes in college.. And of course, the worship songs and how we would sing it everywhere. I mean, EVERYWHERE.. In church, Ian’s house, Melvin’s car, tambayan, isawan, while walking in UP, in McDo, in Jollibee, in that resto near the UP swimming pool (I forgot the name!) in Katips, in the library (yes, in the library. I said everywhere, right?).. But Christmas songs have always been my favorite. The Santa Claus Is Coming to Town and its very cute choreography, the songs of Sambang Umaga and the breakfast after which was one big motivation to wake up early. (We have to admit it, guys). The dramatic Pasko Na Sinta Ko..
Shaks, this reminiscing thing is beginning to be bad. Can’t help but thinking that this Christmas is going to be my first Christmas away from home. I remember when I was watching With Honors (one of my fave films), I told myself I want to experience a Christmas away from home as that of Brendan Fraser’s character. You might be asking why on earth. You see, I've outgrown the kapalmuks quality but I have to mention that I also have this Sucker of Pain disease whose main symptom is having a want to experience some heartbreaking emotions life has to offer but actually fearing it when it shows possibility of occurrence. And that is what’s happening to me now and my first Christmas away from home which is bound to happen four months from now. Yeah, I know, Christmas’ spirit is more than this and hopefully in God’ will, I will not be alone this Christmas but the fact that my home’s Noche Buena table will just have 3 plates instead of four is really a sad thought.
I told you, this reminiscing thing is beginning to be bad and not so healthy. Nonetheless, I am still hoping for everyone’s Christmas to be merry..
And yeah, I will go for that choir audition...
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