just the other day, i was sweet-talked by a friend to do videoke. i was a little unsure of it at first because i thought the world was still not ready to listen to my vocal prowess... to put it shortly, i was ashamed to sing in front of a crowd. he told me that we are to get seclusion through a room that we were to use. at first, i was really not up to the challenge of mimicking out to various tubthumping ballads, but eventually, i gave in. the next thing i knew, i was singing my lungs out. guess what? i got 100 for singing won't last a day without you! i was dubbed the perfect artist... by the videoke machine, at least.

i was so inspired by that so-called homage to my singing that i've been abusing our component and lashing out with the mic for days now! tell you what... nobody's complaining. it's either they are all afraid to reign in my melodious outbursts or they simply found my voice a-class. i want to believe it is due to the latter. i graciously advise you to do the same.

i had lunch with some of my intern friends last saturday. they were talking about their work site stories---funny yet stern bosses, office booboos, co-worker strains and excitements. i just kept quiet. i sat there contemplating about half the life i was supposed to live. what happened to me? oh, myself happened to me. tough luck, markie!

i was watching a concert on tv a few hours back. i kept on planning how being in that concert with my somebody would go---how we'd snuggle up upon hearing our song being sung, how i'd hear sighs from my significant other, where we'd eat after that... how we'd live in those moments. these are all plans. i'm missing the most important element of the equation.

maybe the flick i watched was right? love is just our grown-up version of santa claus? i hope not.

hello my blog! i realize it's been quite some time now since i put up something new here. it's become a little stagnant already. i just had this thinking that i may have been boring people because of my gibberish about my life. as it turns out, some people are curious about my darn monotonous life! thank you!

yesterday morning, my friends and i did a little journey to ortigas center. one of them was assigned by his organization in up to knock on every radio station possible, with the favor of airing their group's activity announcement. i was psyched! at last, i would be able to meet chico and delamar since rx is part of the radio station list he's supposed to go to.

anyways, like my usual self, i arrived in our meeting place thirty minutes late... and my friends are used to that already. we rode an fx around the ortigas area. we got off in an unknown region, looking up the buildings as if we were naive simpletons. we roamed around like crazy for a good period of time then, surrendering to ourselves, we finally asked the traffic police for directions. so there we were, trooping to strata 200.

it was past nine in the morning when we entered the building's premises (this sounds so matrix to me!). damn! chico and delamar's show was damn over by that time. i guess there's always next time.

i really love the new mcdonald's tv commercial. it just hits you right in the heart. compared to this one, jollibee's turns up like a haphazardly-made, half-baked project. i sometimes find myself looking forward to seeing this ad. if a plug does that to you, it really is something!

i looked up for that song being played in the background. Here it is:

kanlungan
buklod

pana-panahon ang pagkakataon
maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

natatandaan mo pa ba,
nang tayong dalwa ang unang nagkita?
panahon ng kamusmusan
sa piling ng mga bulaklak at halaman
doon tayong nagsimulang
mangarap at tumula

natatandaan mo pa ba,
inukit kong puso sa punong mangga
at ang inalay kong gumamela
magkahawak-kamay sa dalampasigan
malayang tulad ng mga ibon
ang gunita ng ating kahapon

ang mga puno't halaman
ay kabiyak ng ating gunita
sa paglipas ng panahon bakit kailangan ding lumisan?

pana-panahon ang pagkakatao
maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

ngayon ikaw ay nagbalik
at tulad ko rin ang iyong pananabik
makita ang dating kanlungan
tahanan ng ating tula at pangarap
ngayon ay naglaho na
saan hahanapin pa?

lumilipas ang panahon
kabiyak ng ating gunita
ang mga puno't halaman
bakit kailangan lumisan?

pana-panahon ang pagkakataon
maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

lumilipas ang panahon
kabiyak ng ating gunita
ang mga puno't halaman
bakit kailangan lumisa?

pana-panahon ang pagkakataon
maibabalik ba ang kahapon?

it's time for me to crank up my kazaa and download this mp3... and fast.

it's was pasig city's fiesta today! too bad i didn't get the chance to invite some of my college friends. harhar.

anyways, since my family isn't quite into the habit of dishing up pasigueno delicacies for public consumption, i decided to come over to my friend's house in bambang. going there, i passed by the first pasig city fiesta i ever witnessed since our side of the city just practiced stoic merriment and self-indulgence. wow! pasiguenos do have the festive spirit after all!

my friend and i decided to get a bit nostalgic so we unearthed all our year books from elementary and highschool. he decided to play some very suitable mp3's to pad up the mush to come.

alas, the mushy mood was set because for every turn of the leaf and for every face that was re-acquainted to us, we exchanged stories that time wove and twisted with the sinews of our lives. we backtracked to the elementary days---on who dumped big time on the boys' room, who had a crush on whom, the somethings that happened during our camping at mount makiling, teachers who were the object of affections of juvenile love, who always farted the noisiest of our batch... those stuff.

then we went on to stroll the highschool boulevard, the time of our lives when we asked who we were, realized who we really were, asked again if our realizations would hold water against the threshold that is life. some took another road, somewhere they never planned to be in but ended there nevertheless. some started an early life, plunging into the cold realities of life head-first because neccessity weighed more than the fulfillment of their dreams. some were just faces with names, some were just memories and tears of a past that we could never change.

highschool was really something. you come face to face with pre-reality---more like a mock exam of adulthood, a barbed simulation. i found love for the first time, i snagged the friends that i want to spend the rest of my so-so life with, i felt the happiness amidst the torment of seeing my mother live off of the affection i showered her with, i lost my mother to diabetes a few months before graduation... all of these, in highschool. it was then that i knew i was alive---came to terms with my existence.

before we ended the so-called sojourn, the player sang this song:

graduation (friends forever)
vitamin c

and so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
where we're gonna be when we turn 25
i keep thinking times will never change
keep on thinking things will always be the same
but when we leave this year we won't be coming back
no more hanging out cause we're on a different track
and if you got something that you need to say
you better say it right now cause you don't have another day
cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
these memories are playing like a film without sound
and i keep thinking of that night in june
i didn't know much of love
but it came too soon and there was me and you
and then we got real blue
stay at home talking on the telephone
we'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
and this is how it feels

as we go on, we remember
all the times we had together
and as our lives change, come whatever
we will still be, friends forever

so if we get the big jobs and we make the big money
when we look back now, will our jokes still be funny?
will we still remember everything we learned in school?
still be trying to break every single rule
will little brainy bobby be the stockbroker man?
can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
i keep, i keep thinking that it's not goodbye
keep on thinking it's a time to fly
and this is how it feels

la, la, la, la, yeah, yeah, yeah
la, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever

will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
can we survive it out there?
can we make it somehow?
i guess i thought that this would never end
and suddenly it's like we're women and men
will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
will these memories fade when i leave this town?
i keep, i keep thinking that it's not goodbye
keep on thinking it's a time to fly

damn. it was just the right song for the moment.

it's july. the next thing we know, it's the ber months already. i've got nothing interesting to say or note. i just thought i could squeeze in something here.