TWEETS EXPANDED

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My family’s port of entry into the United States in 1999 was in Minneapolis, MN. It is where my grandparents & aunts (dad’s side) are from. It is called the Land of 10,000 Lakes and I remember looking at it from above, seeing bodies of water scattered around. A house beside a lake is a common property. I went there once during the summer of 2005 for my cousin’s wedding. Puro puti. Pinoys are a minority. Malamig… and they said that it is worse during winter kasi nag-iisnow. Hindi kinaya ng pamilya ko, mahirap daw mag-drive o maglakad, at kailangan magshovel lagi ng snow. And so, at the prodding of my sister, they, being a true-blooded city folks, all transferred to California… which is a good thing. Coz CA, especially LA, is a lot like Manila. Summer may be over at this part of the globe, but you can expect the sun to cast its rays all year round. ❤

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I work at a supermarket (Yes, my wish to work at a grocery store indeed came true!). At work this morning, I bumped into this stall that holds familiar brown cubes (Kraft Caramel) & instantly, it brought me back to my younger days in Amadeo, Cavite. Summer was always so well spent there with my cousins from my dad’s side. I remember playing patintero, making bubbles out of gumamela leaves, singing & dancing to songs of “Menudo” & “The Carpenters,” the fiesta & the singing contests, the perya that is just overlooking our terrace, and my Lola’s famous kiddie treat, the caramelized rice krispies! Stateside kasi si Lola, so she had all these imported rice crispies & Kraft caramels that she would make into small crispy bars, and we’d consume them while watching Peter Pan. Yes, the old Disney cartoon that was played over & over to pacify our youthful energies, the cartoon that was watched 24/7 that we’ve almost memorized the dialogues! If some people had Peter Pan syndrome, I have the Lost Boys syndrome. I believe that I have always been lost in my own Neverland that is the reason why maybe I’ve never grown up! Ha-ha!

Ah. I miss the smell of that house.

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There was a controversy regarding an artist back home and it got me into thinking that it all boils down to how art is perceived by the receiver/audience. Medyo relihiyoso/pulitikal at nakakatama talaga ang likha nya, ngunit kung malakas ang paniniwala at pananampalataya mo, ano ang pwedeng bumagabag sayo tungkol sa mensaheng ipinarating noon? Sometimes too, art has been booted in the background, that when grave messages are let out through art, people wouldn’t know how to react. I remember having Art Class in high school and Humanities in college. But those were not enough for me to strengthen my appreciation & to deepen my understanding of the arts… That was me. What more of others who have not taken these subjects in school? Others may claim to just dismiss it for the reason that it won’t freakin’ feed mouths… And that’s the point. How can you have that push to go out there & work to provide for your family? Just the mere providence can be said to be enough reason. But there is this thing that can be said about the spirit of it. The gaiety of laboring because you are inspired by those mouths to feed! It is the spirit and also the passion that moves us… that makes us continue, amidst everything… And so if art & its spirit is present in our lives, there should be none of those ugly violent reactions. Only messages that should be absorbed to allow ourselves to learn, to discover & to wake up.

‘Kayong mga prayle na labis na nasindak sa paintings na me lalawit-lawit na ari ng lalaki sa mukha ni Hesukristo, di n’yo ba naisip na kayo ang tinutukoy n’yan? Na kayo ang naghahagis ng kung anu-anong kalaswaan sa mukha ng inyong Poon, na Poon din ng nakararaming Pilipino? Ano’ng sabi n’yo nang nabulgar ’yong paninikil n’yo sa PCSO? Ang PCSO ang dapat magpaumanhin sa inyo dahil sinabi nitong nangikil kayo ng Pajero samantalang ang totoo ay nangikil kayo ng Montero? At ano’ng sinabi n’yo nang mabuking ang paborito n’yong presidente na nagnanakaw ng boto? “Lahat naman sila nandadaya”?’

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I can never emphasize this enough.

Nakakamiss ang may grupo. Pero yung tipong indipensable bawat miyembro. Yung tipong may magsasabi ng “I quit” pero hahabulin mo sya sa Quezon Avenue at pipigilan umalis. O kaya yung tipong maguguho ang mundo nyo dahil yung kagrupo nyo ayaw nang umuwi from Boracay dahil nahuhumaling sa pag-ibig. O kaya yung tipong may isang absent. Pero sa dinami-dami nyo (labimpito), parang kalahati absent.

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There are some words/names that confuse me haha! I guess my brain is scattered like that.

Additional: vertical-horizontal, garlic-onion (Who mistakes garlic for onion?? Only meeh!), names of Jhong’s friends & their faces (Sorry!), Huwebes-Miyerkules (See, I wrote Thursday first! Oh dear.)

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When I first came here in the US, I did not want to work at all. I just wanted to hibernate for a whole year because I have felt that I got really exhausted from whatever it was that I was doing back home. But then, I think I have gotten to be such a workaholic, that my bum-time expired after 3 months. In June, I started looking for work, searching through job sites & sending out resumes. I had a hard time coz I had no experience (all I ever did in my life was dance, and a little bit of studio management), and I was a bachelor’s degree  graduate. I was either overqualified or not certified (I’d have to have a certification if I wanted to manage a studio)… But after 2 months (and a passed driving exam), 2 companies hired me! And what was good was that those are both part-time jobs, and my hours will be in the wee hours of the morning! So I could still squeeze in dance in between my waking hours. So yeah, I am back to my own busy self… in just the right time.

(These opportunities also came in time for me to have finished all my to-do lists, like attending this year’s World Hip Hop, hanging out with my friends Bea & the Allstars, going to NY with Spidey, & acquiring a CA driver’s license.)

Sabi nga, God answers our prayers either YES, NO, or NOT YET. We all just have to have faith & patiently wait. But of course, on our end, we won’t really achieve anything if our asses are stuck on the couch doing nothing, won’t we?

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All I can say is that facebook is both my friend & my enemy.

… Dot. Dot. Dot. Yun lang. It’s so freakin’ hard to write about it these days…

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Yes, I am a worry freak. I worry a lot. Sometimes, I imagine things in my head, and I’d fight with a loved-one. Sometimes I create scenarios and then I’d be as scared as hell & would try to back-out on something. My mind is such a mess like that. I guess it’s the Aquarian in me… That’s why I need to have all these “escape.” That was why I got hooked on Farmville, Yoville & Mafia Wars before (which I have already closed, thank you ). It killed my time to think. That was why I needed to always train, or write, or read. That was why I needed to paint on my wall, or drive aimlessly around, or cut my hair, or shave my head, or pierce a part of my body, or skateboard.

But thing is, this only happens when something big is about to do a peek-a-boo on my face. When a big decision is to be made.

I have always thought how brave some people are that just do things without thinking much. Kasi they JUST DO IT; no if’s or but’s. But come to think of it, I think those people who think a lot are a lot more braver. Coz they do things despite of & in spite of. So yeah! I think I gotta at least pat myself on the back for being brave; for going on pushing through with things that scared the hell out of me; for braving through huddles that has left me sleepless in most nights; and for (a lot of the time) choosing the “road less traveled” in spite of all the battles in my head bending me to do otherwise.

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I strongly reject the idea that we are turning into a paperless society. Ok it has its own environmental merits, but hey, that is why there has always been a library. So we do not have to publish more books. We just go there & borrow books we want to read. But hey, why go to the library, when there’s internet, right… not!

Seeing & learning that Borders was closing down made me sad (I know it is just one bookstore, but it is a sign of books going extinct!)… not just for myself but for the coming generations that will never experience reading books. They can never be able to smell the crisp pages of a newly opened book, or a dusty water-stained, dog-eared pages of their grandmama’s books. They can never know the feeling of ire when upon waking up, they have discovered that they have slept through reading the night before & so has slept on top of their favorite graphic novel, & now it’s all folded & has lesser resell value. Or the feeling of looking through a bookshelf of your favorite novels & deciding which to read again, while seemingly hearing all of it screaming at you to read “Me! Me! Me!” …And, I duno bout you, but I find a great deal of comfort when I have a book with me everywhere I go. Coz I know that I could always turn to it for company, even if I’ve read it like a thousand times already. And on that line, I kind of get a kick out of seeing a book on a friend’s pouch/bag, too.

Ebooks. Booo. I will never own one… Ok, I did read an e-version of a book. It was the Eat, Pray, Love. But only because, that time, it was out of stock in all bookstores in my area. And ako pa, if I want something, I’d want it now! So yes, at least, I got to experience it. Still, I don’t like it. It felt like reading an online blog.

The imminent demise of books will also be a demise of a lot of wonderful things like pen writing, snail mail, book marks, Stabilos, libraries, librarian, illustrations, publications, catalogs, stamp pads, pencil, eraser, exhibits, first editions, revised editions, book shelves, paper, paper… paper… paper. Sigh.

SECRETS OF MY STRADMORE

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I’ve stumbled upon this post about keeping tab of books read (The problem with writing …) & it made me remember how I have kept track of books I’ve read (& had backlogged) back in the days when all I ever did was dance & read/write (none of those managing a group, doing a lot of shows, training for battles, raising a kid & a boyfriend–hehe!–yet). I would devour words & letters & immortalize them in my Stradmore notebooks. I had 4 of them & brought only the first 2 here in the US. Rummaging through them is like walking down memory lane. It’s different from reading a journal/diary coz it’s like a scrapbook of all things that had mattered to me back then… when I had all the luxury of time to bring together all those notes & mementos that aided in my soul searching. And back when online blogging/scrapbooking wasn’t around yet.

My 1st & 2nd Stradmore notebooks. These are more valuable to me than my laptop.

Collage. Yes I had a huge crush on Joshua Jackson (Dawson's Creek's Pacey) & Rachael Leigh Cook.

Doodles from old notebooks.

Newspaper cut-outs about the environment. (See how old those are!) LOVE MOTHER EARTH.

Tori Amos' Introduction for one of Gaiman's books.

A picture of the drawings on my wall. ("Everybody tells tales. It's just the dead talk more quietly than other people."--Death)

I forgot where I first saw this. I've been researching for whoever said these words, but for naught. (If anyone could tell me who quoted this, it'd be awesome!)

"There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever." --Ally McBeal

Some reads from an old friend Celine E.

Some of my favorited quotes.

Kahlil Gibran

Left-hand writing & drawing. (I am a righty)

I've always loved writing in different directions.

A collection of Conrado de Quiros' column from the Philippine Daily Inquirer.

For the record: I was a latebloomer in both dance & writing. Here was a letter I sent, when I was 24, to "Ask Aunt Webby" about learning how to write which was published on Pacific's site. Hahaha! And so from there, I bought books & magazines about fiction & scriptwriting... and was able to write a few. :p

Even then, I have hated technology.

Why? According to my younger self:
–coz of things that are in the brink of extinction, [being]vintage, antique, relic, fossils.
–you will never appreciate an antique ebook (I have foreseen ebooks 12 years ago!). so what if your ebook has been in your hard drive since 1998?
–will your cellphone have a higher value in 5 years?
–can you sell your PS2 for P24,000 next year?
–can you say “She has aged gracefully” to a surgically beautiful woman?

 

History of Literature, a lecture from my friend Che

Random fact: I had a huge high school crush on Gio Alvarez & I have kept his autograph... from 16 years ago!

My college friend, Marla, introduced me to the greatest poet of all time, Pablo Neruda. She gave me this English copy of Puedo Escribir & I have saved it both in my notebook & in my memory.

Eheads

The other great MJ in our lives: Michael Jordan

Anne Rice's "Memnoch" is the first book I've read where I've jotted down in my notebook all my favorite passages.

Notes from Paolo Coelho's "The Alchemist"

Notes from classic literatures like "Catcher in the Rye" by JD Salinger

Notes on Alan Lightman's "Einstein's Dreams"

...of course, Calvin & Hobbes!

 

List of some of the books I've read.

A poem written by my soul bro, Choie Martinez.

I collected short stories about Unicorns, & this is one of my favorites.

One of my writing exercises! And "Power of 2" guitar chords above.

A newspaper article about Neil Gaiman coming to the Philippines! (Yes I was subscribed to Inquirer before. I would read every issue from cover to cover.)

I write everywhere. I had a lot of these little notes tucked inside.

I love learning different languages & dialects!

Notes from one of the books that kind of defined me back then.

I love this article from Isagani Cruz, "Why Write Poetry?" This is one of the reasons why I wanted to write all the way to old age.

I've also done some research on dance! How studious! Haha!

There are still sooo much in those notebooks like quotes from movies I’ve watched, song lyrics, stories or ideas for novel I dreamed of writing, birthdays, even names of every student I have ever taught! Oh my, was I a writing addict… It’s so sad that Facebook, iphones or well, any other technological advancements have almost taken that away from me… or from the youth for that matter. They say that, hey this is the kind of generation that they were born to. They just gotta put up with that. But I believe it’s still up to the parents. They can balance it out–they could allow the kids to have access to what’s right there in front of them, and then expose them, too, to things like handwriting, pastel coloring, climbing trees, making bubbles from soap & gumamela, reading newspapers, books, (list goes on, depending on your background).

Anyway, I am so excited about making more Stradmore memories now that I have more time to write (pen-&-paper-write) here in the ‘Merica. And when Tala grows older, I will inspire her to do the same (which is not very far from happening as I see her more inclined to hold a pen/paint brush than an iphone now)

And as for keeping track of books read… I can finally get back to it. Though, it is so unfortunate that I have left a huge backlog of books back in Manila coz I couldn’t bring them with me. Oh well, I can always read them when & if I decide to settle down there.

UNTAMED HORSE

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It’s so strange how sometimes you look back & remember yourself from before & you’d not recognize it, not even if people tell you how you did this or that… And you’d realize that who you used to look at in the mirror is such a different person from the one you’re looking at now. There may be things that has never changed like the way she walks, the way she’d nip at her fingers when she’s lost, or the way she’d laugh at herself when she makes little mistakes. These things can still be seen in those eyes, no matter how many wrinkles have lined up in those corners.

Sometimes it wraps you in melancholy & dread how things go by so fast, & you’d ask where has the time gone by? But if you close your eyes and think of who you really are, you’d realize that you’ve had the same dreams as that person you used be.

Coz dreams are free. And when you get to the bottom of it all, simple dreams are what we were and will always be made of.

LOVE

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Day 5 – Your Definition of Love *

backdropped by magnificent Bellagio (Las Vegas)

You know how when you were younger, you were so fearless & you lived your life like there’s no tomorrow? That you lived for the ‘here & now’ & all you thought about was your own survival & pleasure? …And then when someone comes into your life, all you’ve ever thought about life changes, and that hedonism ends & every fear that you never thought existed introduces itself to you …And that no matter how hard you try to to explain it you just can’t at all. That’s it. Love is Tala… & everything that comes with it.

 

* lagged with my writing assignment :p but will continue anyway.

MIKAELA

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Day 1 – Introduce Yourself

Ok. I know I should’ve started this a couple of days ago. But I got sick. Me & Tala actually. I could’ve written just a simple “I am Tzy & I love purple” on my notebook, but my body just really ached inside out that I was practically just confined on my bed.

I opened my journal (the one Chelo gave me), and I glanced upon the card attached to it &  my brain said (Despicable Me), “Light bulb!” Coz what was in that card is who I am!

the card attached to Chelo's gift during our Kris Kringle

“To my darling Tzy-tzy!

I hope you like my gift: you can plan your new life in it AND it’s good for the environment… yay!!! Good luck with everything in the U.S. I’ll see you there! I Love You girl! Thank you for the friendship I’ll always cherish…

<3 Chelo

I will mishhh youuu:

-bugging me about paperwork
-joining every battle
-texting me your worries about Allstars
-joining me in the Funk classes
-encouraging me with Locking
-reading, writing, & drawing w/ me
-And, asking me about my lovelife “

I guess I am just simply transparent. My friends can see right through me… And if I somehow get lost in this road called life, they are there to straighten me up.

Anyway, when I was tagged in all those 30 Random sh*t on FB/emails, I started listing this down. I’ve only finished this now… So from my end, this is who I am.

1. I have always wanted to be part of a nature advocacy group, but I just have a lot of responsibilities in my hands now. All I can do is start small like using a recycling bag when shopping, not using aircon, spread LOVE MOTHER EARTH messages around, etc.

2. I have a short attention span, shorter than kids’… I tend to zone in and out of a conversation, or a dance class.

3. Jhong knows this… When I am trying to remember something, I count from 25 in my head. I don’t know why.

4. I have the ugliest hands and wrist, and long arms.

5. I only know how to play the 1st four lines of “The First Time I Loved Forever” on piano, and the whole of Jewel’s “You Were Meant For Me” on guitar.

6. I am not very musical. If I hear a song for the whole day, then hear it again one time the next day, I wouldn’t recognize it. (Daig pako ni Tala! One time during Funk For Life, You Should Be Dancing by The Bee Gees was playing & she started dancing & screaming “Unicorn! Unicorn!”–referring to Despicable Me). I wouldn’t recognize it if she didn’t point it out! Hahaha!

7. The first tape cassette I’ve ever bought (out of my own money) is the 1st Smokey Mountain Album (coz I was a fan of Ryan Cayabyab).

8. The last CD album I bought (before I joined the illegal downloading bandwagon) was the Eraserheads Ultraelectromagnetic Jam. Eraserheads was also the last band I ever followed. When they disbanded, I stopped following bands/artists totally. I think I also stopped listening fervently to music, yeah I broke up with it!

9. I am fickle. I guess it’s because I live in the moment.

10. I have weak lungs. I’ve had asthma since I was a little girl.

11. I am not afraid of cockroaches. When I was younger, I would grab one by its antenna then pull both off. Then I learned that those were the dirtiest creatures on earth.

12. When I was younger I wanted to be a scientist. Then an astronaut.

13. I was a Math whiz when I was still at school. I think it runs in the family, as my folks & siblings are very good with numbers.

14. I am extremely quiet when I just want to chill… which is most of the time.

15. I love all shades of purple, but it doesn’t manifest in all my clothes or things I own.

16. I am not into fashion. I don’t have that much shoes like every girl in this town. Hell I can wear the same pair for one whole year, be it on a rehearsal, party or movie night!

17. I had a 3-year long distance relationship. It was hard that time coz wala pang Skype. So if you are in one right now, things will be a lot easier… but it was still hard.

18. I had a band called Malt ‘n Pops in college.

19. I cut & dye my own hair (had even shaved my head).

20. I consider night driving & wall painting therapeutic.

21. I put up Allstars so I could see my family in LA. I wanted to have a tourist visa (which I was denied of 2 times). Now the group has been my life for 5 years…

22. My first plane ride was when I was in 2nd year college. I was one of the top 2 students chosen from our batch to go to a conference in Singapore. So my first out of the country destination was Singapore in 1995.

23. My left ear is busted. So I am half-deaf. I think I have vertigo so I couldn’t ride roller coasters anymore.

24. I know sign language coz I had non-hearing friends when I was in college. Lost track of them now.

25. I could count my real friends with my fingers, and they are scattered all over the world. Interestingly, most of them do not have Facebook. And their age ranges from 20 to 60.

26. I am a stick driver.

27. The farthest I have driven, alone, without a cellphone, was from Marikina to Sta. Cruz, Laguna.

28. My first love was Art. I was part of the Art class in HS where only a handful of “ma-Art-e” were accepted. The rest had computer class as elective.

29. When I was younger, I had a huge crush on Gio Alvarez. My cousin owned a bus company, and when Ang TV rented one of their buses during a concert at a nearby school (Marist), I became the happiest girl for a night coz I got to go inside the bus & have a photo & autograph with him! Haha fangirl!

30. I don’t know if I am an old soul but I am so into history, old music, old era… and I have always abhorred technology.

P.S.
Why MIKAELA? I didn’t like my very common name (Michelle). If I’d have a choice, I’d have changed it to Mikaela… Until recently, I’d always get a kick out of how Fil-Ams pronounce my name so I decided to not plan to change it anymore. :p

30 DAYS OF WRITING

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Assignment: 30 Days of Writing

My new friend Wawo tagged me on her FB note about writing for 30 straight days & I took it upon myself to accept this challenge. I’ve done this before when I started loving written words, back when I still had the luxury of time… But now, since I’m leaving and all, and in the middle of the peak-season for gigs/shows, I am taking this challenge to see if I could even find time to write & well, just for the heck of it! But I will be good to myself. I will make me write on my new journal (Chelo’s gift from our Kris Kringle which I was supposed to purchase at Fully Booked a few minutes before she bought it!–We were at the Funk for Life event & I was eyeing it already; if it was not for Tala who said “Mommy, weewee,” I would’ve bought it!) since I cannot go online to write everyday. But I will post some entries when I have time.

INSTANT

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(Feel ko mag-Tagalog kapag nasa US. )

Gusto ko makatanggap ng sulat. Yung snailmail. Kaya lang wala naman may alam ng address ko kundi pamilya ko at ang Smart Telecom na nagpapadala sakin ng bill buwan buwan hahaha. Pero kahit hindi na snailmail. Basta sulat. Sulat-kamay. Mga ideya o mensahe na ipararating sakin sa pamamagitan ng sulat kamay.

Ang romantiko ng ideya no? Kaya lang lipas na ang ganun e.

Tila ata ang mga romantiko ay lumilipas. Kasi kung iisipin mo, ano’ng romatiko sa i love you na pinadala sa pamamagitan ng text? Maliban na lang kung isang tila makata ang mahal mo at sobrang galing nya bumuo ng diwa sa pamamagitan ng salita, aba pwede ka matunaw! Pero tila madalang ako makakita o makaranas talaga ng mga makalumang (!) red roses at greeting cards. Pag tinopak lang siguro ang mga tao. Kasi sa sobra fast-paced ng buhay ngayon, nagiging instant na lang lahat. Instant message, instant mami, instant padala, instant gratification hahaha! … Magpadala ka nlang ng litrato ng bulaklak, katumbas na daw yun ng pagsisikap sa pagbibigay ng totoong mabangong buhay na bulaklak. Hahaha grabe.

Mabuti’t naabutan ko pa ang letter-writing bago ito naging extinct. Uso pa kaya sa St. Scho yun ngayon? Yung sulatan kahit araw araw naman kayo nagkikita at oras oras naman kayo magkausap hahaha! Tapos pagalingan at creative pa ng pagtupi! Nahahasa kami noon sa origami kasi ang stationery tinutupi na hugis diamond o puso o star o boomerang o kahit ano pa ang maisip mo. Ang galing ng kabataan noon!  Napagunita tuloy ako, tila isang malaking basket ng mga sulat ang naipon ko. Naitabi ko pa. Basahin ko kaya ulit ang mga yun. Para lang maranasan ko ulit ang magbasa ng sulat-kamay, hindi yung mga mensahe na nakukuha ko na lang sa mga inbox o comments page ko sa mga accounts ko internet.

Sa tingin ko, ang henerasyon ko ay medyo maswerte dahil nabuhay kami sa transition period ng makaluma at makabago. (Oo lahat naman naluluma e!) Ang ibig kong sabihin, naranasan namin ang mga bagay tulad ng malalaking cellphone, ang telebabad, ang pag-akyat sa puno, ang paglalaro ng habulan o patintero sa ilalim ng buwan, paggawa ng bula galing sa gumamela, ang kwaderno, ang lapis, ang pananaliksik sa silid-aklatan, ang mahabang pila kapag enrollment, ang 2R na litrato na laman ng mga makakapal na pitaka, ang tubig sa gripo na pwedeng inumin, ang diary, ang vinyl records at cassette tapes, ang pag-abang ng pelikula sa sinehan lang, ang pag-abang ng replays sa telebisyon, ang pamamasyal sa luneta (Oo, dati namamasyal pa kami dun at naglalaro pa ng badminton nina mommy at daddy!) at madami pang iba… At ngayon nararanasan din namin ang text, ang blogs, ang search engines, ang mineral water at energy drinks, ang friendster, ang facebook, ang email, ang laptop, ang Photoshop, ang Xbox, ang paglaro ng habulan sa internet o online games, ang ipod at pagdownload ng mga musika, ang dvds, ang mga series sa youtube, ang mga naglalakihang malls at madami pa ring iba.

May pros & cons pareho. Pero mas gusto ko talaga yung dati. Oo, old school talaga ako. Sa pakiramdam ko kasi’y mas buhay ako. Mas nakakalanghap ng hangin, mas nakakaamoy ng bulaklak, mas nakakapagrelax.

Parang wala na kasing pahirapan ngayon, madali na lang lahat.

Kung madali lahat ngayon, saan na kaya umeeffort ang mga tao?

Ah siguro sa mas “makabuluhang bagay”. Ano ba ang makabuluhan ngayon sa mga to? Alam ba nila?

Wish ko lang.

Change. Pagbabago. Yun lang ang permanent e, ika nga.

Lahat ba nakakahabol sa pagbabago?

Ay, parang ayoko maghabol.

Sakto na sa akin ang ganito, kung ano lang andyan, makikibagay ako pero hindi ako magpupumilit maging high-tech ang telepono ko, magkaroon ng SLR o mag-upgrade ng laptop ko. (Kung tutuusin, lahat ata ng gadgets ko libre o pamana lang. Hihihi!)

Hayaan ko nlang itong modernong pagbabago sa iba, sa anak ko.

Pero pag lumaki ang anak ko, susulatan ko sya. Magsusulatan kami.  Tama!