Sad, but true!

How could someone so young like him die? He’s been my crush since I could remember. I really like him, especially his contributions to the Pinoy music industry. Remember the song “Mga kababayan ko.”

The news really saddened me so much. It’s hard to think that he had finally bid goodbye to this world to reunite with The Creator. Too bad  I won’t be able to hear him rap again,not that I am a fan of rap since I am more of a rocker.

I don’t know what it is with him that I truy adore but I simply love him. Well, good thing I have his albums with me, I could at least say he had left me something to remember him by, actually his music would be the proof that he has been a nice person. He wanted Pinoys to change for the better. Wouldn’t forget his genuine trust to Pinoy and his patriotism.

I love you Francis M, wherever you’ll go I know that you’ll be happier. Rest assured that we will never forget you.

HAPPY BATTLE, forever!!!

ain’t he really cute?

Baduy ba? I didn’t know…

Well, let’s give those people who call Tagalog PB readers “baduy” a run for an argument. What premise do they have? Perhaps, the only people they see reading Tagalog PB are their elders, street vendors, housekeepers, yaya’s, security guards, salesladies, high school students, mothers, grandmothers, carinderia helpers and the commoners, maybe then they can call them baduy or all PB readers baduy, for that matter. But are they really? Just because they aren’t rich and influential, they are already baduy? Pathetic, prejudicial psychos they are for looking down on those people. Well, for me if baduy is such bad a term, then these prejudicial psychos are apt to be called baduys as they are the real baduys!!!

I am proud to say that I am a big Tagalog PB reader. It’s my way of helping a rather struggling industry ( if it’s called an industry) in the Philippines — Pinoy Literature. I mean how can you not patronize books that showcase pure Pinoy talents? Can we at least show our patriotism in buying Filipino products? I know that we can never eliminate the colonial mentality, as it seemed inate to every Filipino (including me) but can we at least pay attention to Pinoy authors who only want to share their talents? Authors, who one way or another would touch our lives and somehow inspire us to be better individuals. Maybe these people who called us, Lotharian sissies, baduys, ought to be introduced to Ms Eve Motelibano’s works. I wonder if they would still know the word peace of mind after reading a story and not ask for another and another and another! Then we would introduce the works of Crystal, Nimfa, Ruenna, Fraerine, Kat and all LM books.

And hell, who gave them the idea that pocketbooks, Pinoy Romace Books at that, crappy and all?! I’ve learned so much in them. Some authors coined terms we never heard about. Some of them discussed issue we never dared talk about before. Some books teach us how to be better people, whether as friends, as sisters, as daughters and most especially as lovers. I wouldn’t deny the fact that some expressions I say impress my friends, them without knowing I picked those lines from some books I read, ahaha! Ain’t that smart, huh?

Well, if after the above mentioned reasons I would still be tagged baduy, then I don’t care! Who gives a damn care anyway? Heck, reading Tagalog PB brings out some of my most kept emotions, they gave me reasons to cry, to hope, to love, to smile, to be mad. These crappy, cheesy, eew, corny love stories bring back my faith in love and in life in general. They allow me to hope that someone out there was born for me and we will meet someday, somewhere and will grow old together. These books give me reasons to celebrate life, give me reason to praise God and be thankful that I am a human being - capable of feeling, thinking and loving.

Sige, baduy na kung baduy, masaya naman ako!

Lyrics | The Script lyrics - The Man Who Can’t Be Moved lyrics

Incompatible, it don’t matter though
‘cos someone’s bound to hear my cry
Speak out if you do
you’re not easy to find

Who doesn’t long for someone to hold
who knows how to love you without being told
somebody tell me why I’m on my own
if there’s a soulmate for everyone

Who doesn’t long for someone to hold
who knows how to love you without being told
somebody tell me why I’m on my own
if there’s a soulmate for everyone
If there’s a soulmate for everyone

(Soul Mate Lyrics - Natasha Bedingfield)

I sobbed myself to sleep…again. Nicholas Sparks is yet to fail  bringing a tear or two to my eyes. No matter how cynical I’ve become over the years, no matter  how stoical I’ve been over hearbreaks, break ups and the likes,  the simple fact that true love exists and the thought that someone earnestly and dearly loves another person able to penetrate these barriers to tingle my cold-stone bones. I remember one time, when a very dear couple to me held hands infront of me, I started rolling my eyes, being the cold, cynical bitch that is me. But reading the novel again and remeniscin the scenes from the movie, The Notebook, I was hit to the core by Something I myself denied for the longest time now, the fact that I long to be Allie and meet my own Noah someday!Despite the fact that many find me cynical, cold and coming on too strong, I still long, crave, dream and desire to meet that someone who will love me for who I am, who will love me wholeheartily and eternally. That all this time there’s this inner longing for someone who will love me for a lifetime, his lifetime and beyond.

I never denied the fact that I am romantic to the point of being hopeless, but you simply can’t make out with that fact have you not known me deeply. For I am, as one of my friends had put in, "perfectionist cynic" who easily gets bored or losts interest when I learned of a small hint that someone isn’t that all good, not at all perfect. I get easily turned off at  the simplest things or traits. And I have misled many to believe that I am not romantic.

But I am. I truly am. I dunno! I am no perfectionist, I don’t even own a list of my would be "boyfriend". It’s just that, like Noah, I have long given my heart to someone. I have held that person in my heart and loved that person dearly. And because that special person had long captured my heart, I had been led to believe that everyone would pale in comparison wtih him. Because he’s special. He’s exceptional. And he holds my heart, my soul, my everything ’til my heart beats its last. And yes, just like Noah who wouldn’t get married had the wife turned not to be Allie, I was led to a realization that I too, won’t be able to get married if it won’t be him who’d be waiting at the alter as I walk down the aisle and eager to exchange I do’s.

It’s true, that when you truly love someone, you become blind.  Blind not because you can’t see others, but because you only see one person and would be seeing that person for the rest of your life.

Wouldn’t it be nice to know that someone chose to love you, to hold you and keep that burning passion alive ’til that person’s very last breath? And that person, despite all the pains, the aches, the sacrifices, would never regret that decision of loving you and that if given a second life and a chance to relive his life would not choose any other option but to love you again? And again as if his life and happiness depended on it? On you?

Lemme leave you  my favorite part of the book:
"I am nothing special…There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name would soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough…I have no complaints about my path and the places it had taken me; but the path I have chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn’t have it any other way."

It is always when you love with your soul, I believe, is true love at its best. You know why? Because when you only love with your heart, and the heart stops beating, the feeling would be gone and with it, that love dies. But we all believe in the afterlife, and we belive that heaven is a place where our souls would dwell when we die. So the soul never dies. It’s something eternal. Never ending. So loving with the soul would truly outlast a lifetime, would defy forever and if forever has finally come to its end, that love would continue to live.

Love is when you can’t even imagine what your life would be like without that other person.
When words don’t come close to how your heart really feels.
And eventhough it doesn’t make sense to other people, you know you’re meant to be together.
And you sepnd all night thinking about him and in the morning, you’ve never felt more rested.
It’s like you have to grab on to something ’cause it seems like your whole body’s about to float away.
-Hot Chick movie