Does it annoy you to hear Boracay being called Bora? Suits well for me. I think it's an endearment like how we call each other Pinoy instead of the official and oh-so-formal 'Filipinos'. Parang ang lambing nga eh, to put a nickname on something dear to us, whether a person, a place or an object, or an idealogy or whatever. But the 'Bora' nick might be mistaken for that French Polynesian tourist destination, oh well what's in a name, it's still a great getaway. Do you know our Bora has been named as Yahoo's Top Ten Best Beaches in the World? I think it's for keeps.
Enough about that; more on my reunion party with my relatives last long November weekend. As my father always say, it's never the destination, always the journey. Oh, if you're interested, do click on the image for our pictures. You know what's cool about this reunion? Every dinner, Tito Tolits would ask everyone to give an acknowledgement to someone in the family that you may have connected with during the day, be it through conversation or a chat or his/her company. I want all reunions to be like that, not just for the sake of celebration and having fun but also communication and 'relatedness'. Cheesy man pero cheesy ako eh hahaha! As evidenced from my last post ;).
Tapos na-realize ko rin, at some point in my life I did stop pala listening to Original Pilipino Music. The last local band I raved about was Eraserheads and probably a bit of Brownman Revival. My cousins were at the front row of live performances and I stayed at the back chatting with my sister, her hubby and my two other male cousins Kuya Jopo and Rocky, totally uninterested with the music and at some point, annoyed with the noise hahaha! The only familiar song for me was that repeatly played jingle during intermission: Cup in hand, relax ka lang at sumabay, may baon at kwentuhan at kape, one moment, one nescafe jingle of Parokya Ni Edgar's Chito (raspy and melancholic voice si Chito in this jingle, grabe sa paulit ulit na kanta, na-analyze ko na). Sponsor pala ang Nescafe, hehehe!
Gawd, what a chilling night. We were seated near the shoreline and latter part of the night, a bit tipsy, I lie at my beanbag, and with stars as my roof, I started mentally enumerating my Things To Do Before I Die List only to not remember anything the morning after. We went home, slightly drunk, dancing at every stop where there is music and blinking lights, sweeping dance floors with our beat, without even buying a drink. We're just here to dance po.
And we're never too old, nor too young for dancing. And Sugarfree live, you rock.
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I got those whacko Belle Du Jour planners already! I almost got an abdominal hernia carrying them in my bag (I bought 23, orders from friends and my sister who ordered a lot for her friends!) and it took two trips from the bazaar to Rockwell's basement, just to get all of it home. Add to that, hours ago, I recently had two of my teeth extracted and although I did not experience any pain, I could feel a huge gap in my mouth. One of the tooth extracted was an anatomy phenomenon (or as my dentist insists, abnormality which I refuse to believe) having a size of 3mm in length upon extraction. My dentist advised me to rest afterewards. Here's how you would imagine it: Look at your pinky finger, two-thirds of that is the length of my phenomenal tooth, Guinesss Book of World Records here I come. Can you imagine the hole left with that extraction? Friends, in the darkest days when you will be sick of me, when you want
to throw me off the bowels of Moria, when you wonder where is the love,
this memory is for you. Once in my life, coming from a fresh teeth extraction which left behind a hole the depth of Marianas Trench , I humbly carried 10 kilos of borloloy planners, just for you. :)
Listening to: Up Dharma Down - The World Is My Playground and We Will Always Be Home. The band that will lure me back in, I'm light years behind, stay with me.
