Friday… Payday… Driving… Enduring a two-hour hell. Finding solace with the 80’s music spun by Boom Gonzales of Magic 89.9. There’s no need to check the social networks about how terrible this monstrous Manila madness is. I’m in it, part of it, seemingly woven into it. Maybe I’ll check
Rated M for Mature
This is a story about a love triangle. I’m sorry the title don’t make sense but that’s because most love triangle stories don’t. If you’ve noticed the trend, most love triangles now consists of 2 females and a male. Even the last big hit about two males, one was just biologically male. The Ton Ton Gutierrez vs. Goma to win Sharon or Edu Manzano vs. Christopher de Leon to win Vilma is so 80s. (The 90s was about Robin Padilla blasting a syndicate to win a Sharon/Vina, or Andrew E. kissing all the girls you can only fantasize about. Although on 90s TV, there always seem to be two guys fighting over Thalia.)
So back to my observation about the male centric triangle… Why?
My favorite vegetable since I was a child is Ampalaya. I never outgrew it. The bitterness that presses the brain down as the juice from crunchy gourd escapes and triggers the back side sensor of the tongue. I like it maybe because I have an insatiable sweet tooth. It either makes the sugar I devour sweeter or it lessens my guilt for eating too much cake. Cake is one of mankind’s greatest food invention. I mean it’s not a derivative of something that naturally exists in the world like salad. It’s like when we invented the simple bread, we knew that there must be something more to this! Cake is a proof of creativity, like music. Cake makers are like alchemist to a fan like me.
I confessed my sin one time on the Morning show of Mo Twister and Sam Oh. Their topic of discussion was about that hint of regret in naming a child. It’s a tricky task that has a lifetime of ramifications. Mo named his youngest daughter ”Amsterdam”,
The curse that I live with for the longest time demands selfish attention and an infinite amount of time. I was hoping to find
I live on a small, maybe 55 sqm of space that is easily filled up by two little voices. It’s not wide enough for two kids to run around, but big enough to nurture their imagination. It’s enough to give me space when I want to get lost in my thoughts and accomodate the vibrations resonating from my guitar. I could’ve simply said “I play guitar or music“. But I’m not sure everyone will agree. When I was young, I believed that I was an important piece of the universe and that the universe will make sense with me in it. Then I turned 18
The Maserati guy must’ve thought that he can pull off a look like that of a victim and turn the whole thing around. The lawyer blinked faster and more often because he doesn’t seem to know where to look. He was looking for better answers, much better than the one he dispensed before the lights went on cue and blasted their faces on primetime news.
This is a great example on
Here’s an excerpt of the 2nd article I wrote for Playboy Philippines which will be out soon…
Growing up, we annually buy two shoes at the start of the school year. A bland black leather shoe for the daily grind of school work and one for Physical Education. The black leather shoe was required to be unfashionable that even trussels, metal studs and the likes are strictly turned down by the nuns who run the school. If the shoe is featured in a current
I had this dumb idea of growing up to become a man before becoming a father. Maybe, it’s a sound idea, made dumb by
So this happened. An article on my blog got featured on the September ish of Playboy Philippines. The Gray Son was the third essay I wrote for this blog I created after the death of my grand aunt
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