55km worth bread

Si kuya arden na pinsan ko ay nagbakasyon dito from manila. Babalik na siya ulit to work in four days. I asked him kung pwede magpadala sa kanya pagbalik niya. Siyempre okay daw. But I plan to buy Tibiao Bakery products. But there is none around or in other places near. He told me that why don’t we visit the original bakery instead. I asked him if he’s serious and he was indeed serious. So we prepared for the next day. The Town of Tibiao is three towns away and it will be impractical to drive all the way there for bread. but we did

Esau another cousin seated on the back seat of the motorcycle iwas driving. While Arden is in his motorcycle. It was bit rainy that day but we still went on. We stopped over Sebaste a town near ours. Besperas ng piyesta nila kaya kami dumaan. Said some prayers and bought some brown sugar candies. As we drove along the festive road, we passed by parades of high school batches. We jokingly joined the parade as if we are one of them. What the heck they would recognize us because we were on our helmets.

We finally arrived in the town of Tibiao. Tahimik na bayan, we looked for the bakery and at last found it. I gauged the distance meter, and Tibiao from Pandan is 55kilometers. We drove 55kms. for a bag full of different kinds of breads. And siyempre biscocho ang hindi dapat mawala dahil it was what we came for..We ate some, I took some photos and went home. but sopped over a restaurant besides the beach

Astig na trip ang ginawa namin dahil sa layo ng pinuntahan namin para sa tinapay. Pero ang pagbibigyan naman is di basta-basta kaya worth it.

il-ilo, finally!

Finally I have been in ilo-ilo. But it was not that all good because I was there to be with my grandfather on respirator. But my cousins did not make me left ilo-ilo without experiencing some of it. Una, it was dinagyang season. So the city is in festive spirit. On my first whole day in this province, my parents left me in the hospital because they have to go home for my brothers are at home. Then my uncle Mike, told me that he’ll bring me around the city (technically the hospital where I stayed is not located on the city of ilo-ilo, just outside the city). We rode the jeep, toured around. He brought me to the public market, the fish port and we walked around the market area early in the morning. Around 8am, the air was so cold even on daylight. As we walked, he tried to recall his experience here, like, where he usually hang out, where the syndicated groups used to hide, and more. Then we looked for something to eat at the market. Uncle Mike wanted to eat bangus, and as we passed by series of turo-turo, he stopped at a certain eatery and instantly walked inside. Why? It is not because he used to eat on that place but there were two seemingly beautiful ladies, the other one in short shorts, and the one was wearing her uniform, parang PT or Med tech definitely not nursing.

What is unusual for me but natural for my tatay Mike is that there were three tables on that eatery, with only two lady costumers on one same table. We seated at the same table were the ladies where. They were talking vulgarly in ilonggo and I know tatay Mike was listening so was i. anyway, details isn’t necessary, it was just funny because we did not eat well dahil siguro nawili kami sa pakikinig sa kanila.hehe

Then, he made me ride the padyak and strolled around the city. We bought fruits and vegetable seeds, along the way people that we passed by greeted him. They shook hands, after that I would ask him if he knew that man, sabi niya hindi! Hehe, stupid. The first SM in this city, he said was his vegetable garden before as we were eating batchoy in front of SM. We ate a lot that time. It was fun.

Nene Kristel, a cousin, is working in McDo. When I visited her, I was already full after eating chicken inasal. It was unusual because I didn’t have to go to the counter to make orders, instead may ready na para sa akin. She then brought me on night hang outs. The place we went in to was quite good plus it was chilling cold that night. In there one of her crew in McDonalds has a gig and she would sing songs and dedicated a coupe for me.naks. It was fun too.

The next day, my last day, because I thought my lolo is getting better from his PCP Pneumonia, Manong Shun, a cousin also toured me around to his place to where he attended school and best food restaurants. We ate on a barbeque park. I went home asking permission to lolo, but he did not respond. Before leaving I was planning to go back to be with him again, but I was late. It’s sad because I left him in recovering condition, but he was not.

A peaceful journey lolo.

lolo bes

It’s been a while since the last entry. I thought I could update this blog at least thrice a week but i just could not. But there are reasons why, and I thought about this quite some time if I have to put an entry about it. So far it is the reason that this made this blog idle. But i have to tell this to you, because it is like a turning point in my life's story.

My lolo passed away. 28 days after he told me that life and death is now playing in his mind. He told me that he does not want to sleep because he might die. That if he thinks that he'll die it would happen, that's why he always thinks that he'll stay alive the next day. I just told him that if he thinks that death is in his thoughts, he must get rid of it and start doing things he wants most before it's too late. i don't really think he's seriously ill because I’ve know him as too young, too strong, too alert, too healthy for his age (91 years old). That talk lasted an hour or a bit more.

4 days after i left him for while in the hospital to get some things at home. And an hour after i bit my lip and bleeded.

he's like my first patient in my profession that is why it is the hardest. I can say that the patient a nurse don't want to take care of is one of his own family member especially in a very critical state. You know everything, that even the explanation of a doctor is not convincing to calm you down.

So if Arden rod has an entry for him, i also have one for our lolo.

To lolo, after you left I started to hate myself because I can count the memorable days that we had. all I can remember is that i hug you during siesta so that I could feel that you have awaken up and would go somewhere to play mahjong or go farming. That I always have boxes of cheese when you come home every weekend from your work other place. Kahit hindi tayo masyadong naging malapit in anyways you are still my lolo.

My lolo also explained to me that one reason why the Americans do not passed the Veterans Equity bill yet is because of the Filipinos also. That some guerillas that time were asked to fill up the form to be filed for U.S Army, sold some of the forms to non-guerillas because of the expected benefits. When given to the Americans they were surprised how did the list got too many guerillas. And one of the opportunists that time has his descendants doing the same until now. Corrupt, bragging their power and properties that came from their overpowering and plunder. Who would have thought that a 90-year old can still ride a tricycle and go to church, to market, or to look for a mahjong game? that can read the marquee's in television without reading glasses. Sometimes I envy him because he had done a lot of things...like:

-fishing on laguna de bay
-teaching reproductive health to communities in his time, it is very hard to become an effective teacher.
-going back to ilo-ilo from manila three days before leaving for New York just to see his girlfriend.
-California to New York by train?
-naabutan pa ang UP manila?
-putting js prom in our school (thank you!)
-have his birth certificate for civil service changed his age 5 years younger?


I have little memories from you lolo, but I am so proud of you. remember the time you told me that before you were somebody but now you are nobody? Your worth is unthinkable. And I cannot believe that I cried a lot for him unlike to lola. But I realized when I asked myself why is that I cried, it is because everyone is crying. I cried because I hate my own father because I thought he was rock hearted. That when I saw him cry, I felt happiness because finally he had forgave his father. He does not listen to us and to me when we talk about reconciling kahit kay lolo lang, but he did not. I know my father and if is reluctant about this kind of topic, it is very hard for him inside. So I cried a lot for my father who let it out finally.

Lolo, don’t worry, in failures and success of my parents and brothers, you are always a part of us. I promise to fulfill your will ever since, to clean the politicians corruption and restore order in governance in our locality, and spread the ever growing family tree.i know that 5 of us siblings are the ones who will only carry our last name. Hehe (but seriously, i will)

retrip.

i have to do stretching again

it's a long weekend and my brother brought his friends for a visit, adventure and maybe just to spend the holliday in our place. my father, bossing(our school boy) and i were a kind busy preparing things for the visitors. although it is a rainny weekend they pushed all of their planned activities and enjoyed it.

the lat part of their plan (actually, it's my plan) is climbing the mountain and see the waterfalls again where i've enjoyed 8 months ago. early that morning, it rained so hard that i feel that we could not go. but all of us want to climb up. we invited a japanese visitor to come but she said she can't go. it's a bit discouraging since i plan to give this adventure trip to the japanese as my gift to her on her birthday that the same day.

halfway through the spot. we saw a snake couple obviously on their mating mode. medyo malaki ang dalawang ahas and i think it's venomous. but the dog came close to the snake couple to check them out. yes, we bring a dog along. his name is rafa, sabi ng may ari, half poddle, half shitsu daw siya.so that makes him a "poshit" (corny). some of my brothers friends were forestry students so they study the trees they see as well.

i think they are really amazed seeing the magnificent waterfalls. our food is amazing too. and we cooked it ther. sticks of chiken meat for inasal and liempo. we hid the grill underneath the rocks because itw as raining hard that time. i slipped several times on mossed rocks while getting banana leaves for serving the food. my younger brothers slipped as well.

paguwi namin, bihis and went to the 23 year old japanese birthday. nung dumating ako doon, the hapon was already drunk and she said that she has already 40% alcohol in her blood stream after drinking cognac. damn, 40%?!!(i multi dose liveraide na yan).

it was a tiring day and i never smiled the whole night. i am angry to everything that goes not on my way.
still it was a nice day thought. i only suffered some muscle pains the next day.

pump this out

have you ever applied the worn out phrase "my adrenaline is pumpin!"? have you ever felt your blood pushing you arteries even you capillaries agains their walls? making your heart beats not only faster but harder. making you gasping for more air, making your brain focus only on one thing. which creates signal on enzyme and horone secreting glands to satisfy the pressure behind every cell on you body system. and your only relief is vague loneliness(for some time), or in a one side of the mountain facing the the other mountain, or in a crowd like patrons of Jesus of Nazarene?

well,i have. and the weird solution for this breathing deeply in rhythm with your heart, and shouting. lastly, during thinking about these things i realized that when one of your human system is not doing well what you feel might not wholly change. at least your are still intact with your beliefs. but when you let your emotions fell shatter you, one or all of your physical body will be affected.


non sense, i just want to shout out the stain and breath in the smell of the fabric conditioner. bleaching is not needed

it's my "first" godchild's first birthday

birthday ni zarina ann today. and i am scheduled to attend her first birthday. ann is my first-willingly-invited-and-written godfather. but i went there also because she's my neice. my first present fo her are the siopaos that my father and i made. before leaving for kalibo i really don't know what occassion i will join to. the immediate burial of my grandfather's brother? or my neice's birthday? but my father ask me to proceed to kalibo with siopaos because they will represent the family in the burial.

so, i joined my uncle with his friends for an hour ride to kalibo. i seated on the back seat facing the back literally with no roof on the pick-up. it's raining at that time. so i sat facing back, placed my red,white,blue,yellow gola shoes up on the rail and waved to anyone i saw looking at us. sometimes my shoes do the waving too. i waved to people at the further back of the funeral convoy, to a group of road fixers working on a rip rap at the edge of the cliff, to men stopping by to leak on the side of the road, to extracullicular-students who eagerly go to school even on weekends beause, there will be no class only chatting, and they don't have to wear their uniforms. if they did not notice me waving i would wistle.

the party ended good enough. but attention hunting was much more fun when i we were on the back of the truck doing anything to people we passed by with no embarrasments because they don't have any clue who we are.


t-shirt got wet and i was seen through it

meron ka ba nito?

my nanay is a member of an organization which has its main partners in Japan. every year the Japanese org. would send Japanese volunteers to mingle with people here in our town. they would ruin our family traditions every Christmas and New year because they like staying on another family's house. but i have nothing against them. my brothers always go with them and they are enjoying as well as the visitors when they go anywhere. i really don't mind them taking off my mother's time on holiday seasons because my nanay don't want me to remind it to her. fortunately, these japanese can't communicate well in english so i feel not too obliged to attend to them. until, a japanese who came for a really long stay(2months) here who knows how to speak english, a bit tagalog and a bit russian.

one day, her foster handler here in our town asked me to help her translate the books to our vernacular. the books will be donated for the children in schools and it is in Japanese. so the japanese came into our house while i was on a nap during siesta. i told her that in order for us to finish early because i am going somewhere else, we'll do these and that.

i'm passionate with my curiousity. so i asked her a lot of things while working. like

- do you have "aswang" and kapres and drafs in Japan? - no
- do you have rebels or terrorists in Japan? - yes, but no guns
- have you been to North Korea? - no, ma-hi-rap
- do you know the asian tv show Meteor Garden? - no
- why are all of your things in color pink? i don't know, it's recomended.
- why do you pronounce "L" to "R"? - we don't have "L" sound
- do you have japan version of Big Brother? - no i don't know Big Brother

i don't know why am i telling this to you, blog. i hate lapses on a conversation so i filled the gap with these questions. and it's quite amazing to have a friend who ncan't reache my shoulder when she stands straight.kidding. for years that these people meddle in our lives as we benifit from them for under priviledge, this is the first time that i "voluntarily" join them because she can understand better than others. only englis is the key.



shirt can not stained

okay na naman kami ngayon

sino ba ang taong gustong may kaaway? kung meron man, alam kong hindi niya gusto iyon, maliban na lamang kung saksakan ng sama ang ugali ng isang tao para karapatdatpat na bigyan ng leksiyon.

minsan, may pinuntahan kaming spring resort. pumunta kami doon kasi alam naming wala masyadong tao. npagdating namin sa lugar na iyon, nakita ko ang dating pulitko na kinalakihan kong batiin lagi. sa di malamang dahilan ilang beses ko siyang binati ng harap-harapan hindi niya sinasagot ang mga tanong ko at kung ano pa man. buti na lamang may mga sumasagot na kasama ko kaya hindi ako masyado napahiya. pero, ang mga bagay na ganito ay hindi nagpapabuti ng damdamin ko. dahil araw-araw kong ginagawa na ngumiti sa bawat tao na makikita ko. hindi ako mapakali dahil hindi ko mapagtanto ang dahilan kung bakit? sinabi ko iyon sa mga kasam ko, sabi nila, wag ko na lang pansinin. tama sila. pero hindi ako ganoon.

pag-uwi ko sa bahay, iniisip ko kung ano ang mga dahilan kung bakit hindi na ako pinapansin ng tao na iyon. siguro, dahil, hindi na siya pulitiko at ako ganun pa din? dahil, alam kong may kinurakot siyang pera na walang transparency kung saan napunta? dahil straight forward ang tatay ko kung ayaw niya sa isang tao, sasabihin niya sa iyo iyon at damay ako? dahil ginawa naming biro ang campaign jingle niya at narinig niya iyon? damn, sa bandang huli, naisip ko na , e, ano ngayon kung ganun siya? hindi ako yayaman sa ginagawa niya. anyway, ginamit lang naman niya ang tiwala ng tao sa kanya para gawin ang personal niyang mga plano.

pero since last year pa ginawa ang entry na ito hindi lang naipost. okay na ako ngayon..

D.O.W

naalala ko noon habang nasa jeep ako papunta kung saan-saan ay may sumakay na tatlong matatandang babae na lampas sixty years old na.

ang isa sa tatlong matanda ay tumingin sa katabi ko na isang lalaki at tinitingnan niya ito mula ulo hanggang paa, paa hanggang ulo tapos napapangiti. dahil naka salamin ako na itim hindi mapapansin na nakatingin ako sa mga modernong matatanda. bumayad ang isa sa kanila ng pamasahe:

matanda: eto ang bayad namin (inabot ang isandaang piso)
drayber: ilan po 'tong isang daan?
matanda: tatlong .....
drayber: senyor? i know! (sabay ngiti ng bawat pasahero)

bumaba ang tatlong matanda sa jeep.dahil nga hindi naman sila gaya noong sila ay nasa kabataan pa nila. ginawang pantukod ng matandang tumititingin kanina ang tuhod ng lalaking katabi ko.

dirty old women!

dear blog

pasensya ka na at ngayon ko ulit mapupunan ang mga pagkukulang ko sa iyo. madami kasi ang mga nagdaang pagsubok kaya hindi na kita naasikaso ng mabuti. di ko rin masabi sa iyo ang mga nararanasan ko, dahil hindi mo iyon kailangang maransan pa. sana may bumibisita pa sa iyo dito. hayaan mo at, babawi talaga ako sa iyo. ingat ka lagi sa mga masasamang comment, sa cbox. ienjoy mo na lamang ang kulay lila at itim mong estado sa internet ngayon..

laging iyo. dior

wala lang v.3.1-3.2

hindi naman sa nagmamayabang, nakaluto na ako ng pansit, arroz caldo, sopas, sinigang at iba pang lutuin na lahat gusto kong kainin. at sa bawat gawa ko, masarap lagi..nagugulat ako sa mga niluluto ko. kaya ko nga talagang magluto na ngayon. despite the fact na sa bahay namin i don't get the chance to cook dahil tatay's the king of the kitchen..and practicality is his ever aim. walang masasayang, kung ano lang available yun lang, make use of it. kung dito naman sa laguna, i can't neither, dahil may carenderia kami, kaya everyday, nagpapadala na lang ng ulam sa bahay..bakit pa magluluto..kaya yun.pwede na akong umuwi sa amin, at magpatayo ng short order kainan..hehe..

from food to disgusting.

i watched a Mythbuster episode about invulnerability of cockcroaches to atomic bomb radiation. most of us know that when there will be a massive nuclear wear, the ones who will likely to survive in the end are the cockcroaches.

but the Mythbusters proved us wrong. they tested flies, ipis and fruit bettles.. the specimen whcih survived the highest radiation and only 5% were killed are the fruit bettles..cockcroaches were all dead..

so, who will likely to rule earthj when all of mankind killed each other.

freak-out baby

the only song that made me like itchyworms kahit papaano noon was their song "akin ka na lang", but later on after that hit, they became mayabang. no wonder because they were filty rich and has the angst to have that attitude..

but now, when i first heard this song "freak out baby" from their album, sefl-titled, hinanap ko agad..kahit hindi naman bagay sa akin ngayon ang theme ng kanta..the song just makes me cool..i always watch music channels so that i can have tsokolate hear it as well. dati kasi wala akong mahanap na kanata on net, nagyon meron na.hehe..enjoy!

wala lang v.2.1

kapag bumibyahe ako, siyempre para mabilis ang mahabang biyahe sa expressway ang daan ko, meron toll gates sa bawat exit. siguro in love lang ako lagi kaya naisip ko to. alam kong hindi ako ang unang nakaisip nito pero why not, anything is possible when you are in love, sabi nga nila.

i want to know kung meron na kayang nagkatuluyan dahil sa tollgate? parang ang isang tool gate singiler-girl and the everyday present public transpo driver na nakainlaban sa first sight tapos ang binigay na tiket ng toll gater, may mga notes na. kung wala pa, paano kaya kung meron..

like, everyday, ang nagpapakumpleto na sa araw ng drayber ay ang pagdaan sa toll gate ng babae, then napalipat sa e-pass gate ang babae so the drayber applied for an e pass device kaya ang jeep niyang pampasahero naging trendy. kaso ang pagtitinginan nila madali na lamang dahil nasa e-pass nga. then napalipat ng ibang toll gate exit. the driver could not find the girl na, di niya kasi naibigay ang phone number niya dahil nakikita niya lang ang babae sa bigayan ng tiket kaya ang nagagawa ng babae taga abot lang. tapos nakita niya sa isang exit na aksidenteng nadaanan niya. tas dun na nagkalakas ng loob ang bagitong drayber na mag risk para lang makontento siya sa feelings niya, and blah blha blah blah..

tinatamad na ako tapusin basta parang ganun..meron kayang indie na ganun ang theme?

doble dos

yes, doble dos na ako last monday. hmm, i really don't have the time to write in detailk what had happened but all in one, i was happy, i am happy. una, my college friend called me and greated me on my birthday's eve. pero syempre, tsokolate gave me a gift and it is special and on time. i was thinking before that my loving tiyas give me a financial gift, i will spare a bit for a piece of white tee which has unique prints on it. lucille's gift is special, dahil, naunahan niya ako and i don't have to buy one. a thousand pesos spared. kahit wala masyadong bumati sa akin sa kaarawan ko, dahil maybe busy lang sila, my family's greetings, and tosokolate's enough to end it with a smile. i asked lucille to cook spaghetti for me and for the kids at home in a rush. buti umabot para sa dinner merienda namin. have a roll of cake and iced tea.okay na. but what was weird is that i bought 4 pieces of spongebob squarepants party hats, and an oversized 15 peso worth candle. para the kids will really enjoy it as a kiddy party. so yun, i am happy. at may extension pa ang bday kohe next day.

ipis got a million free.

my cousin got this photo from his blog, i piss. a simple but effective way of getting his readers stick to his blog and attract more readers. i just wonder, sino kaya ang magagawa kong hawakan ang blog add ko and take his'her photo. parang commercial, na ang credibility ng isang personality will also do in my own blog. ahmm, siguro ang high school principal namin. or i wish si anne curtis. sana.

deadliest acronyms

when i was reviewing in sm manila october to december last year, i always noticed these signs on the walls, streets and completely anywhere along manila. ang sabi:

L : Linisin
I : Ikarangal ang
M : Maynila

obviuosly the first letters top-bottom reads LIM, ang bumalik na bagong luma na mayor ng maynila. i don't know where and when the trend of using a politicians monicker or last name started. pero para sa mga taong masa, politcian's career-handlers might have thought that this might be effective in increasing their client's karisma. their names spell out for public service, for public's welfare. ass.

wala naman sanang problema dun, pero sa mga napapansin ko, almost anywhere i look, i can see government vehicles, buildings and gatherings, i can see a politicain's name worded out. paano kung mahaba ang pangalan ng isang pulitiko, sasabay pa rin ba siya sa trend kahit halatang pilit na ang ginawa nila? may nakita akong isa. dahil siguro walang maisip na magandang acronym sa letter ng apelyido niya, nilagay iyon sa gitna ng isang word. mababasa mo pa din dahil highlighted and letter na meron sa name niya. pilit. asar, corny. teka, what if kung ako ay isang pulitiko, ano kaya ang pwedeng acronymn (impromptu 'to):

K: Kasipagan
A: ang
I: isipin
N: ang ang
E: economy

D: 'di
I: iiyak
O: or
R: reduced

damn! corny na naman ako.pero alam ko may tatawa pa din kahit pilit. there, you have it, what if you were my most hated politician, ano ang ibig sabihin ng pangalan mo in the name of public service?

paano kaya kung si Maria Isshelle Bibyshelle Madrigal (hi,isshy!))o di kaya si Michael Martin Robert Monta (hi, sir!)ay nanalo sa isang posisiyon sa gobyerno? sasabay pa rin kaya sila sa trend na ito?

dutdutan

i saw a billboard when i was on my way to lucille's. and the "astig" non-jologs event is entitiled "dutdutan 2008".. astig, sabi ko. which reminds me also that this coming week and on, i will be busy in dutdutan sa computer.typing, senseless blogs..lapit na. when i have my routine back, babalik na ako sa dati.

ang first word ni baby

baby pa si julian(pinakabunsong pinsan ko) at di pa siya nagsalita ng isang word since birth. his ninang-yaya is always with him the entire day even at sleep. the problem is that, hindi kinakausap masyado ng ninang-yaya si julian. that is why julian haven't spoke a word yet. my tita told ninang-yaya to say something when she's carrying julian. text kasi ng text, at talo pa ako sa number of calls answered sa isang araw. sabi ni tita, baka mamaya, ang first word/s ni julian ay, "d2 n me,sn n u?" dahil text ng text si ninang-yaya.

which reminds of me of a gossipoleginic experience on a certain day. binyag noon ni julian. pupunta akong labas para kunin ang inorder na litsons baboy. habang nasa tricycle at dahil linggo, day-off ng mga kasambahay may umangkas na babae sa tabi ko habang may kausap sa selpon niya. hindi ko maiwasang makinig sa usapan nila ng kausap niya. ikaw ba naman ang nakaspeaker phone at ginawang walkie-talkie ang cellular phone. the woman said(in a bisaya tone):

babae: pupunta kami ngayon sa sm
kausap(lalaki): ah!, sige kita na lang tayo dun.
babae: sige mamaya na lang, nasa tricycle na ME eh!
lalaki: ah, nakasakay na pala YOU?

as you can see(through reading but it really came from what i've heard)unti-unti nang nawawala ang proper communiocation using text-book words and sentence structuring. buti na lang ako tulad nila.

it's your trust that i need

damn! urbandub has made me so emoitional eversince. it gives me a reason to be emotional again. i found this song from their album under southern green lights. and this song " an invitation" breaks. i don't love a song if not for it's lyrics.just click to play.


Meet me after dark
We'll go against the weather
We'll fight, well they can't decide for us
Their minds are cynical
Their ordinary eyes can't see through it all.

Don't be afraid cuz I'm here
Meet me half-way, I got you now
I got you now.
Cuz when we go just so you know
I'll be right here to carry you
Erase the traces
Restart everything, everything new
With wounds to mend
Hearts break but it can rebuild again.

It's safe to let go I; m right here with you
It's you trust that I need to believe
That I'm not in this thing alone
Would you run away with me if I'ts tonight?
Leave everything behindCome on, come on.

I got you now.

sa wakas! may silent sanctuary song na bagay

gustong-gusto ko ang mga kanta ng silent sanctuary and other songs for the hopeless romantic and other sad situations about emotions.but since tsokolate came. hindi ko na naappreciate ang mga slow songs. sumusunod na ang tapik-tapik ng mga daliri ko at mga padyak-padyak ng mga paa ko sa mga hip-hop and r n b songs. halos buong buhay ko hindi ko kinahiligan ang mga masasayang mga kanta.ngayon lamang. hindi ko maikanta ang mga kantang hindi naman sumasalamin kahit kaunti sa kung anong buhay ako ngayon. pero nung napanood ko sa tv ang kanta na ito ng silenct sanctuary, masaya ako at eto agad ang ginawa ko.para kay tsokolate.

pero gusto ko pa din ang paramore's that's what you get...