Sa mga nag-aakalang patuloy na makukuntento si Pong bilang isang pagong... sige lang... ipagpatuloy niyo ang pag-aakala...
Sa mga nag-aakalang si Pong ay may kakayahang maging isang ulupong... sige lang... ipagpatuloy niyo rin ang pag-aakala...
Sa mga nakakikilala kay Pong... isa nga ba siyang pagong o isang ulupong?
Ang matitiyak niyo lamang ay ito... mahilig siya sa kangkong...
Baby, Baby, Baby O...
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Natanong ako noon, alala ko pa... Tagal na nun, bago pa lang ako sa opisina sa unang kumpanyang aking pinaglingkuran... Siguro 4 months pa lang... Natanong nila... Bakit ako nagpapahaba ng balbas... Simple lang naman ang sagot dyan... Para maranasan ng girlfriend ko kung anong feeling na halikan, mahalikan, at makipaghalikan sa isang lalaking may bigote't balbas... At least di na siya ma-c-curious pa... At least alam na niya ang feeling at difference ng kiss sa may bigote't balbas kaysa wala... Naalala ko pa nga... Kung minsan nasasabihan na akong mag-ahit, kundi wala akong kiss... Ang sagot ko? Eh di wala! Bahala kang manuyot yang mga labi mo... Akala niya siguro di ko siya matitiis... Oh well... Syempre, di niya ko matitiis... Sa huli, may bigote o wala, may kiss pa rin... Ganun yata talaga ang ikot ng mundo...
At lagi ko ngang hirit noon kay Bibi - hindi pa ipinapanganak ang taong makapagpapa-ahit sa akin araw-araw...
Noon yun... Yung girlfriend ko noon, kumander ko na ngayon... Ay mali, misis ko na ngayon...
May ipinanganak noong January 20, 2012, at tumiklop na ako... Walang kalaban-laban...
Sa totoo lang, alam ko namang hindi mo nalilimutan ang kahalagahan ng araw na ito. Sadyang naaalala mo lang bumati matapos kitang batiin. Ganoon naman ata talaga ang takbo ng iyong pag-iisip - naaalala mo kapag paparating na, pero kapag nariyan na, tila abala ka na sa kung anumang bagay at hindi mo na makuhang mambati. 11 years ka nga namang ganyan, maiba pa kaya ngayong taon?
Ayaw kong pumusta dahil hindi pa ata ako nananalo sa iyo sa lahat ng mga pinagpustahan natin. At ang pinakasikat na pustahan natin? Ang pustahang naganap sa isipan mo...
Unang araw ng ikaapat na taon sa Mataas na Paaralang Pang-agham ng Maynila, maligalig na pumasok ang bida-bidahang si Bibi sa kanyang unang klase. At nang silipin ang silid, sinipat ang bawat isa sa mga lalaking kaklase habang iniisip "sino kaya sa mga ito ang magkakagusto sa akin?" Tumutok kay Baba at ibinulong sa sariling, "pusta ko ito."
Ano naman ang laban ko sa pustang 'yan? Hindi ko alam kung may lahi kang manghuhula o sadyang pinagbutihan mo ang pag-career sa akin ngunit ang tanging katiyakan ay - ni wala man lang akong nagawa. Natalo sa pusta nang wala man lang kalaban-laban. Di ko alam kung anong nangyari, damdamin ko sayo'y di na nga kailangan sabihin. Kumbaga, sa kwento ng ibang lahi, ipinagkasundo mo na ako sa iyo. Tapos agad ang kwento.
Hindi naman sa nagrereklamo ako - nagpapaliwanag lang. Sa katunayan nga, lubos akong nagpapasalamat dahil iniligtas mo ako. Iniligtas mo ako noon, at paulit-ulit mo pa rin nga akong inililigtas hanggang ngayon. Kung hindi mo nga naman ako ginayuma nang bonggang bongga, malay ba natin kung saan ako pupulutin ngayon. Basta ang alam ko, nagpapasalamat ako na ako ay masaya. Sinabi ko na nga dati, hindi ko alam kung anong ginawa ko para biyayaan ako ni Lord ng isang Bibi, pero di ko na rin pagdududahan si Lord, baka bawiin ka pa.
At sana nga, kahit papaano'y masaya ka rin. Ang hirap kasi sa pagkakaibigan natin, masyado akong patawa - hindi ko na tuloy alam kung kailan ka nga ba tunay na masaya o natatawa na lang. Alam mo yun, sa sobrang patawa ako, pati sa tuwing napapaso ako o nadudulas ako o nasusugatan ako eh natatawa ka pa rin. Kita mo na, sadista ka eh... At ako naman si isa't kalahating masokista. Kahit masaktan ako, basta masaya ang Bibi ko, sige lang! Mahal na mahal kita... At ang sakit-sakit na... Huhuhu...
Tandaan mo, malaki lang ang katawan nila, pero di nila ako kayang patumbahin! Hmmp!
Nagsimula sa kathang isip na pustahan... Ikaw na ang lakas tama! 12 years... Ang simple lang ng hiningi kong Christmas wish noon... Ang tagal na pala 'no? Pero kahit bali-baligtarin man ang mundo, hindi pa rin tayo tapos. Marami na nga tayong napagdaanan, ngunit mas marami pa rin tayong haharapin. At ang pinakamasarap na pakiramdam sa tuwing iisipin ko ang lahat ng ito? Sa lungkot at ligaya, hirap at ginhawa, si Bibi ang kasama ko.
Oo, parang 12 years na ang Pasko sa buhay ko... At yan nga ay dahil sa iyo.
As the 11th month of the year closes, we usher in the 11th Happy Bestfriends' Day. You know, that annual celebration we have to remember (actually, in the history of this day, you've been fairly consistent in needing such reminder) the momentous event of you falling prey to my Mr. Suave moves.
Tell me, do you remember that fateful day when I almost got hit by a bus because I wasn't paying attention to the road as I had been busy texting you? No? I almost died! See, you're not paying attention! That's not how the story goes. And if you can't remember (and I know you'll be looking for the previous posts on it), hmmp! No kiss... My lips are zipped!
Like what we've been doing the last few years, it's time to reminisce.
First off, my birthday...
And then we got married... No big deal...
Then a surprise birthday cake on Happy Bibi Day...
And then we went for a quickie honeymoon in Macau...
Soft shell crabs on our 2nd year of being Civilized...
A longer honeymoon in Vietnam...
Took a break and rested in KL & Colmar Tropicale...
And pigged out in Desaru...
As I look back on the year, we had quite a bittersweet one, bestfriend. We had some good, if not great, times, and we had some tough ones too. Sometimes we don't expect that friends can become lovers in the end. But we did. Only God knows what the future will bring - and he gave me you. Maybe that's why things work out well for us, because I fell in love with my bestfriend.
No, this isn't some preachy post on how one should go about learning this or that. No, this isn't a self-help blabbering from someone who could hardly get himself to learn even the basics of the industry he is currently immersed in. No, I will not tell how things should be done. No, no, no, no!
Fact is, I might as well start learning the art itself. See, come 4 months, I will have been with the company for 2 years. And I still don't know what I'm doing. Or, I do know what it is that I'm doing, but the very nature for which I'm doing what it is that I'm doing remains vague. It's one thing to admit that the industry itself is perplexing, but it's a-whole-nother excuse to say that it kinda is hard to learn it.
When I was being interviewed, I told them upfront that I knew nothing of it and yes, I was willing to learn. I was being honest. There aren't any formal trainings on it - a few how-to sessions do take place. And that's helpful. But really, there isn't any bible on it. Nada! There's always Wikipedia to source info from, so they say. Have I tried it? Once. Or maybe a few times, in fact. But it's not that easy. No, it's a wee bit boring.
That's the problem - trying to find the easy way out. Frankly, I know there's really no easier way. But seeing some of my colleagues trump me with their matter-of-fact, all-knowing, don't-even-think-of-second-guessing-me tirades, it really makes me wanna know everything ASAP. Like, NOW. But you never get to the peak without even climbing a step. No. How many times have I hoped that I could think things into being. Ha! If only...
I need to work on this art of learning sooner or later. I'd rather do it sooner, but if that entails taking some time outside of the office to actually start learning, well... Sigh. Why can't I just get a grasp of things with a snap of my fingers. I was, for all I can remember, quite the diligent one. But I just couldn't get myself started on this and it's quite annoying! I should set my goals - I will, by the end of the year, know a thing or two about what I'm doing. I promise.
I can vaguely remember Lola's post-stroke days, when we had a couple or so physical therapists helping her get back up and about. It wasn't easy. I can see in her eyes the frustration of not being able to do what she wants. It wasn't easy and sure as hell it ain't pretty as well.
I remember she had to hold on to something just so she could stand up. My arm used to be one of those things. I was young and at times I would just wonder why she couldn't stand on her own. I felt nary a jerk on my arm yet it still seemed as though she needed it. My Lola was both beautiful and strong, but what she had to go through then, it wasn't pretty at all.
I forgot how it felt like to be afraid that something will act up or give up on me. It has been nearly 2 years since I had last felt something quite unwanted. I guess I was due to face another one.
The first of June meant the first in a long while that I was genuinely afraid of the inevitable. I was never the one to dream about living the white-haired, nay, completely bald life. I'm just a tad too realistic to dream about. And my bitterness of Sunshine taking off when she had just eclipsed half a century doesn't help either.
And so the first of June saw me crumble five times. Yes five times. Climbing a few steps, getting down the stairs, alighting the bus, getting off a cab, and standing in our room while i was about to drink water. All five times I imagined seeing the same frustration my Lola had in my very own eyes. I was a wreck. Alright, the first was totally unexpected and that should have given me a hint. But no, even when I totally expected it, the next three failures seemed even more daunting, each after the other. I was confident, though, that once I stand up, I'll be fine. Then the last one hit me. And as I lay down after it, I realized I had been taking these things for granted. My mind needed but one slip to think of something else and these things gave in.
I know I needed to rest. I wasn't really afraid of not being able to make use of these faculties in the near future. I know that since I could still feel down to my toes, they only needed some time to rest. And so I worked from home the following day and yes I was able to stand with a bit of pain. The fear of collapsing was still there but I had more control of them than last night. It was like learning how to stand up then walk and sit down all over. Another day after and I got myself to take a cab rather than risk anything (more like me still being afraid of taking the bus). I was able to get off the cab quite fine and the rest of the day saw me trying to climb up/down a flight whilst holding on to the rail. It was painful and there were times when it felt as though they would give in again. At the end of the day, I still took the bus (yeah, holding tightly on the door while stepping off).
I walked gingerly, albeit slowly, from the bus stop all the way home. It was nice that the sun wasn't in the mood to scorch me that afternoon. I was able to, with every step, absorb each sight that I have taken for granted. It was an improvement, really. And there's the fulfilment of being able to do these things again.
While I was lying after that last crumble, I promised myself that I will not let this happen again - the ME being helpless and causing Bibi more problems. I don't ever want to fail like this again. I have to be strong for my family, and ME being helpless just doesn't cut it. But I know this now, it doesn't hurt to appreciate the little things again while living life in slow mo - and I don't need another part to break down to see that.
Nangyari ito noong April pa at lagi kong nalilimutan (well, kinakalimutan) i-post...
Habang nagkukulitan sa grocery...
Bibi: Ikaw... Lagi mo kong niloloko...
Baba: Aba, kailan kita niloko...
At agad-agad nga, pagkalabas sa bibig ko ng mga salitang yan... Nanlaki ang mga mata ko at napakagat labi bigla... (In short, medyo nainis ako sa sarili ko, medyo lang...)
At sa inaasahang pagkakataon, at dahil na rin isinubo ko ang sarili ko sa... Anak ng pating naman talaga o...
Bibi: Kailan?! Tinatanong mo talaga yan?!
Kumbaga sa lotto, hindi lang ito basta palit ticket... Parang nanalo ng jackpot si Bibi!
At ako nga ay natahimik na lang... Ngingisi ngisi... At walang tigil nga ang paghirit ni Bibi...
Bibi: Alam mo, yung hirit na yun, 10 points yun!!!
Pambihira! Pero dahil blog ko ito, na lang ang ilalagay ko... Lugi kung 10 points agad eh!
Holiday ngayon at napag-isipan namin ni Bibi bumisita sa Ikea para magtingin tingin... Maluwag ang MRT at kami nga'y nakaupo... Sa mga nakasakay na ng MRT dito, may bahagi na ang upuan ay sakto sa dalawang tao lang... Bago pa man umusad ang tren, napansin kong bakante ang naturang mga upuan...
Baba: Wala palang nakaupo dun o...
Bibi: Ikaw talaga, gusto mo pa ko masolo! Wag dito sa MRT!
sabi ni Bob Ong "maglaro ka ng SNAKE sa cellfone, mapapansin mo, para syang relasyon. sa una hindi mo iisiping hahaba ng ganon. tapos kapag tumagal na, nagiging exciting pero nakakatakot dahil baka sa isang untog lang, matapos ang lahat."
sabi ko naman "maglaro ka ng SNAKE sa cellfone, mapapansin mo, para syang sa relasyon. sa una hindi mo iisiping hahaba ng ganon. pero hahaba talaga yan kakalaro niyo, wait lang kayo. tapos kapag tumagal na, nagiging enticing! wag kang matakot, matatapos rin ang lahat."
Maldita pin-striped black polo (Medium) ~ Dragon Ball DVD set ~ Ziggy stuffs ~ DX illustrated dog tag ~ DX illustrated skull cap ~ Z8 Encore! Dev Kit ~ Palm T|X ~ Sony VAIO
na lang ang ilalagay ko... Lugi kung 10 points agad eh! 
