Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Dahil Sa 'Yo by Iñigo Pascual

I first heard about this song on MYX, the number 1 music channel here in  the Philippines. When I watched the video, I never thought about Iñigo Pascual being the artist behind the song.
First of all, I never expected he has a good singing voice. What I really like about the song is its catchy and danceable tune. In his official video, Iñigo was able to showcase his talent in dancing as well. Now, I'm starting to become a fan of the son of Mr. Piolo Pascual, who happens to be one of my celebrity idols when it comes to acting.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Versace On The Floor

Bruno Mars did it again. 
Capturing my heart with this new song, I have listened to this a million times already.

Haunting Thoughts

My highschool graduation was supposed to be the best moment in my life. Why? It was because it meant the start of a next chapter in life. It meant moving on from all the hardship and emotional pain I went through.  But how could I continue moving on when a snippet of a horrible memory kept flashing back until now?

As far as I can remember, we were the most hated batch. They labeled us as proud, ungrateful and the most despicable students in the entire history of the campus. I wasn't entirely affected of that comment because I know within my heart and soul, how thankful I am for that school and for the teachers who became my second parents, despite a few who were cruel to me.

As a student, I wasn't the most likeable and the most favorited one. Perhaps because, I wasn't the pretty one, I wasn't the most confident. I wasn't the most talented. I wasn't the smartest. I was the bashful one. That was fine. I lived with that for I know I did my best to be a good person. I kept quiet most of the time. I wasn't a loner then, but  certainly was not quite the talker. I had a hard time expressing myself. 

I recalled, in my sophomore year, when my computer teacher pulled hardly my hair because I was using the CAPS lock key instead of the Shift key. I didn't cry out to complain. But it didn't occur to her why I couldn't absorb everything that she was lecturing about. I know I wasn't the dumbest, had she just gently corrected me. I didn't hold a grudge but I still can feel the hurt I've been through. She did not know that we were dealing with family issues at that time. She didn't know that during those times, my parents' relationship was on the rocks, and my parents weren't aware that I knew what was really going on. She could've been a little patient with me and did not grab the chance to let her "dislike" towards me known to me. She could've been also thankful at least, when she would let me write on the board, all the lessons we tackled, for my classmates to copy, and which I have to copy later on on my notes. Hadn't she and the other teachers realized that it was tiresome to copy from the notes of my classmates after I had written those on the blackboard? A simple "thank you" was enough.

My life wasn't as simple as that. Pretending that I was okay all along was a pretty hard thing to do. If I became an actor, I would've won an award for that. On the bright side, I told myself, maybe this was what I was good about. Having to bear all the issues on your own. I was grateful that I wasn't bullied (except one vivid memory I have during elementary days), and my schoolmates were good to me. I just wished that the bad things will just go away, those haunted memories would just be replaced by the good ones that my friends and I treasure. 

Yes indeed, I've  made friends, the good-natured clique. We may have differences but they gave me the happiest highschool memories and I would like to think that they still remained good friends, even if we have to deal with troubles on our own, as we speak. I admit I wasn't the very good friend that I wanted to be. I was too self-centered thinking about myself, protecting myself, being too cautious. Yet, I still end up devastated. Why can't I trust a lot of people? Why can't I be assured that when they say it was okay, I still feel it was not okay.

Back when we were rehearsing for our graduation ceremony, I was tasked to carry the medals and stuff to the altar during the Holy Mass offertory. Then the actual Mass came, nobody told me I wasn't going to bring that stuff anymore, during the start of the program. So being the good student that I was, I went to the back to supposedly do what I was to do during the practice. My classmate, on the spot, told me I was not supposed to carry it anymore, for he was told he should do it.  I was dumb-founded. I went blank and I didn't know what to do. I ended up picking one offering that was grabbed angrily by the owner, telling me to piss off and scolding me for picking up her offering. There was one more gift left on the table and I didn't know why I just picked it up and went to the aisle and offered it. Turned out it was my friend's offering. I was just amazed why she wasn't mad at me. She went up to me after graduation and told me gently that it was her offering I held on to. And, she said that it was okay without even listening to my explanation. I can't even remember if I asked an apology for what I did. This memory is one that kept haunting me until now. I felt guilty for what I did. But, I really can't remember what happened to me at that moment. What kept registering on my mind is how I felt ashamed. To my friend and to classmate's mother  who was so mad at me, I just hope deep in your heart, you had forgiven me. It was not like I wanted to tell everyone that I own it, I just felt that I had to carry something when I went back to aisle. That was a terrible mistake that I did. 

I don't know what to do to make it up to you. I just felt the need to write this down because it's been devouring me for quite some time. I feel so stupid every time it flashes back. More often I wish that I could turn back time and correct what happened on that day. Then, I could've enjoyed my graduation day.  


Saturday, November 5, 2016

Be Strong

When everything's going crazy,
Find solution and pray.
When shortcomings make you weak,
Strengthen your faith and don't break.
The world remains cruel.
What's the difference
if you act like a fool?
Loosen up and chill.
Our share of slips
doesn't make us an absolute dill.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Broken And Stitched

Even when you show your face,
My world would no longer stop in daze.
I'm certain, this state is in black and white.
You are not worth the fight.
You used me; on me, you played your game.
I was silly so I put myself to shame.
Now that I'm wiser and bolder,
You won't grab another chance, so don't bother.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Dati (Christmas Version) by Sam Concepcion and Tippy Dos Santos feat. Thyro and Yumi

Hanging on to the latest fever that people, most especially girls, are stoked about (yeah, I'm talking about Pinoy Boy Band Superstar. And, because of Niel Murillo's audition piece "Mahal Na Mahal", I got curious as to who was the original singer of the song. To my surprise, it was Sam Concepcion and it has been released three years ago. I admit I am not a fan of Sam C, that explains why I didn't actually pay close attention to the song before. Yes I've heard of the song a couple times or so, but wasn't really that interested to dig more until a certain kid Niel Murillo sang it on the pilot episode of PBBS.

I went to You Tube and discovered more, certainly about Sam C's music as well. I know for a fact that he's been in the music industry ever since he joined the now defunct singing competition hosted by Ms. Sarah G. Other than that, I know nothing more.

I appreciate the kind of music he does. It's really good. Too bad for me, I never dwelt on it before.So, right now, I'm making time to listen to him. Here's one that I'm starting to love:


Saturday, September 10, 2016

#PinoyBoybandSuperstar Niel Murillo's Audition

I am one proud kababayan, so I'm posting this here. I believe this is one of the ways to show my support for this kid. I wish him "success" in his life. With his good heart, love for his family, his charm and talent, I hope he'll be one of the chosen five. Good luck Niel Murillo.