MICHAEL JACKSON : 1958-2009

My cousin bob texted me around 9am today. I was deep in sleep having slept around 6.30am already. Bob doesn't text me alot nor do i text him. I probably havent sent my cousin a message more than 5 times this year, not neccessarily because i don't have anything to say to him but simply because i don't really text people. even my own mother would wail about how could i not text them back home for weeks, sometimes months. how would they ever know if im already a rotting corpse in my room here in cebu, she'd cpmplain. What a lonely corpse i must be if that happens. Simply put, i always say, im not really a text fan.

I was sleeping when that Mario Brothers ringtone sounded and thought the beep was my alarm. I grappled from my bed to get hold of my phone a the chair where i left it a few hours back and was disappointed that it was just a message and not my alarm that woke me up from such a dreamy state. i read the message and thought it was odd that my cousin would send me one. The message my cousin sent was "Mike patay na si Michael Jackson". I thought it was a joke or a cruel prank. Half-awake, i scrolled down ten times and hoped the screen would move and would flash something like "u got punked" with Ashton Kutcher wearing a devilish smile. Well, there wasnt any of that page so i replied, "That's sad".

Arriving at the office, the buzz was about Michael Jackson. Suddenly, everyone is a fan. Everybody claims to know his songs. And everyone else seem to know the moonwalk. I grabbed my chair and took my calls of the day.

I am a fan of Michael Jackson's music. Not so much the uber fanatic type, but i used to listen to his music back in the 90's when i discovered his Thriller album (which was released in the 80's) and when i was introduced to his moonwalk and crazy dance moves via a local TV station's almost daily airplay of his Bad Tour. His concerts were like prayer rallies, I thought back then. People collapsing and bursting into tears when he goes out of the stage. It was like the people were looking at the face of God and chanting songs like it's gonna save them. It always seemed to me like fanaticism gone way beyond but hey, i liked him anyway and the concerts were so...Michael Jackson. Until now, after watching numerous concerts on dvd, nothing still beats the showmanship of the gloved one . I remember I even bought his HIStory album- a compilation of his well-loved hits on cassette (CDs were unheard of back then).

The King of Pop is dead and BBC says the internet suffered a great deal of lag when news broke out about his demise. I am just glad that in this lifetime I lived to witness a true legend. We never got to live the days of the Beatles or Elvis but we were witness to the complex life and music of MJ.

Michael Jackson. May you rest in peace. 1958-2009

WHY TEACHERS ARE SO STRESSED...

These are forwarded by a colleague at work and I cant help but laugh so hard going through them. Makes me realize teachers should get a raise. :)

Lucky Strike

Lucky Strike

sitting.
waiting.
sighing in intervals
and waiting for
Newtonian apples to fall
like rain.
when will my luck ever come?

10.06.09
6.44am
in my room/cebu

BOB's just got hitched!

so the bride walked down the aisle and his man was waiting at the altar. fast forward, the groom on his tailored white suit kissed the bride and nothing could be more picture perfect than these two people who looked like models on television. the lady in the flowing white gown with a long train every bride would envy is Barbie Alvez and her man is Charles Calunod, my cousin, whom i and the rest of our kin fondly call BOB.

Watching my cousin say his vows sounded weird simply because my memories of him was when we were still little kids running around their wide backyard. The I do part snapped me into reality--- i am a kid no longer. For heavensakes i am 25!

So with my handy digicam, i couldnt help but snap and shoot some photos...It was a beautiful wedding. It was an expensive one! and i have never surrounded myself with that much socialites (Kim Chiu's sister was there and Cebu's hottest young designers Lord Maturan and Lorymer Villareal) in my whole life, ehem...but well, i did just fine and truly enjoyed watching my cousin tying the knot. from the edge of the one of the chapel's pews, i sat as one of the groom's men and i couldn't be any prouder to be there to show support.. May the newlyweds be blessed with a happy life together..:)






and the prenup photos courtesy of one of Cebu's top photographers were nothing short of sexy....

WHAT I DID LAST SUMMER

it's june. sunny days are over. rainy days are back. and with the change of season i have buried this blog in a tiny spot in my head hoping i'd forget my blogging duties as i tend to life's routine squabbles.

the past months have been quite a rollercoaster for me. i've had some highs and terribly low lows. cofusion, loneliness, homesickness, the feeling of being lost,of being meaningless, of being directionless, of fear that the future is bleaker than it already is....all of them toyed with my thoughts.

and it was such a treat that in between the sleepless days of anxiety, the always reliable summer is always there to refortify my state of being....talk about BANTAYAN ISLAND!

it was fun and i realized it's been quite a long time since i genuinely had one. i'm not so much a people person and i could bask in the sun alone and truly enjoy the beauty of the island. despite my companion's heeding to the call of sleep, i savored bantayn like i might not be able to go back to its fine white sand and crystal blue waters. can't wait where to go next..the Bohol plan with friends was a flop...now im thinking...i should plan alone...tsk!






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