FYI:(Medyo may tama ho ang inyong abang lingkod habang nagpopost, kaya 'sensya na, etong kinalabasan):
I fathered nearly dozen Kids: and bonus entries are (sigh!,) on the way. To iron things right, those god-sent gifts are’nt mine, - they were my siblings’. In my elders non-appearance, I observed (w/ stereotype grudges) my “seized” availability as doting auncle-Dad (locally and abroad, huh’) and here and there experienced the torture, and pleasure of helping them GO, GROW and GLOW (para bagang commercial ng gatas). From changing foul undies to… attending never-ending school congress, sweating on home-works, managing recreations, engineering dreams, resolving conflicts, running-fast to doctors, screening crushes, warning suitors, financing bills, delegating house errands…doing the neglected errands, & so forth (ngayon ‘lam ko na kung gaano kadakila sina itay at inay …pero mas masarap paring maging bata at binata)
I had busted wedding plans: due to 10 “discreet”? reasons. Owww?? Listen, Five of those failures took place, when my supposed other ½ 1. vanished 2. opted for single blessedness 3. had an infant w/ a younger but poorer guy 4. ditched me for an older but richer guy 5. yet to be unveiled. And the other five, are yes, my faults (am I fair enough now?). Sabi nga ng isang di ko alam kung nag-aalala o nang-aalaskang kachokaran, “seph your time-frame is getting smaller, sayang naman ang lahi mo, kung di dadami!”, (w/ frowned forehead at sabay turo sa tuhod, I resbak), "nakikita mo ba to?, nangingitim na nga kaluluhod para lang hingin sa itaas na sana yung pang11th ay matuloy na".
I reincarnated Miriam Defensor Santiago: nope, not for possessing an Albert Einstein IQ nor for pitching deadly comments to erring lawmakers, but with our twin-craze for learning and reading. And beside corruptions, we equally detest unpleasant noise. Furthermore, we have our supreme secret hide-out to re-coup our stolen focus, - walang iba kundi mga tuktok ng bubungan ng mga bahay namin na mala-unggoy naming inaakyat pag nabwibwisit kami (imagine the lady Senator doing that? ..Sshhhh).
I was an Actor: And before I hear any violent reaction, its not a heart-rob celeb in the genre of Piolo, Sam or Dingdong of Marimar, but a deglamorized horror actor of a haunted house in a Sheikh-owned entertainment hub. For thousand days, my hands were blood-stained (the fake one) as my role obliged me to dress and act as one of those Frankenstein, Berdugo, Dracula, Werewolf, Grim Reaper and all of their gory Barkadas. (Pinahawak na nga yata sa amin lahat ng “pamatay” na armas eh). Screaming, howling and terrified emotions are mainstay-elements of our notorious, yet crowd-pulling daily “shows”. (Ang masasabi ko lang sa naging dati kong hanapbuhay, kailangan marunong kang mawala sa sarili mo at maging maldito).
I’m a drug addict: I’m not yet hallucinating, so no need to call 911 for my urgent rehab, - I’m just OK, It’s the legal ones I was taking. Sleeping pills, pain relievers, supplements, patches and other branded and nameless over-the counter prescriptions. My main problem these days is my wallet. So can some genius in this blogosphere tell me a medicinal-cure that will bring my “drugs” taking cum procurement-addiction to a sure halt!. Heelppppppppppp!!!
I fathered nearly dozen Kids: and bonus entries are (sigh!,) on the way. To iron things right, those god-sent gifts are’nt mine, - they were my siblings’. In my elders non-appearance, I observed (w/ stereotype grudges) my “seized” availability as doting auncle-Dad (locally and abroad, huh’) and here and there experienced the torture, and pleasure of helping them GO, GROW and GLOW (para bagang commercial ng gatas). From changing foul undies to… attending never-ending school congress, sweating on home-works, managing recreations, engineering dreams, resolving conflicts, running-fast to doctors, screening crushes, warning suitors, financing bills, delegating house errands…doing the neglected errands, & so forth (ngayon ‘lam ko na kung gaano kadakila sina itay at inay …pero mas masarap paring maging bata at binata)
I had busted wedding plans: due to 10 “discreet”? reasons. Owww?? Listen, Five of those failures took place, when my supposed other ½ 1. vanished 2. opted for single blessedness 3. had an infant w/ a younger but poorer guy 4. ditched me for an older but richer guy 5. yet to be unveiled. And the other five, are yes, my faults (am I fair enough now?). Sabi nga ng isang di ko alam kung nag-aalala o nang-aalaskang kachokaran, “seph your time-frame is getting smaller, sayang naman ang lahi mo, kung di dadami!”, (w/ frowned forehead at sabay turo sa tuhod, I resbak), "nakikita mo ba to?, nangingitim na nga kaluluhod para lang hingin sa itaas na sana yung pang11th ay matuloy na".
I reincarnated Miriam Defensor Santiago: nope, not for possessing an Albert Einstein IQ nor for pitching deadly comments to erring lawmakers, but with our twin-craze for learning and reading. And beside corruptions, we equally detest unpleasant noise. Furthermore, we have our supreme secret hide-out to re-coup our stolen focus, - walang iba kundi mga tuktok ng bubungan ng mga bahay namin na mala-unggoy naming inaakyat pag nabwibwisit kami (imagine the lady Senator doing that? ..Sshhhh).
I was an Actor: And before I hear any violent reaction, its not a heart-rob celeb in the genre of Piolo, Sam or Dingdong of Marimar, but a deglamorized horror actor of a haunted house in a Sheikh-owned entertainment hub. For thousand days, my hands were blood-stained (the fake one) as my role obliged me to dress and act as one of those Frankenstein, Berdugo, Dracula, Werewolf, Grim Reaper and all of their gory Barkadas. (Pinahawak na nga yata sa amin lahat ng “pamatay” na armas eh). Screaming, howling and terrified emotions are mainstay-elements of our notorious, yet crowd-pulling daily “shows”. (Ang masasabi ko lang sa naging dati kong hanapbuhay, kailangan marunong kang mawala sa sarili mo at maging maldito).
I’m a drug addict: I’m not yet hallucinating, so no need to call 911 for my urgent rehab, - I’m just OK, It’s the legal ones I was taking. Sleeping pills, pain relievers, supplements, patches and other branded and nameless over-the counter prescriptions. My main problem these days is my wallet. So can some genius in this blogosphere tell me a medicinal-cure that will bring my “drugs” taking cum procurement-addiction to a sure halt!. Heelppppppppppp!!!
