Teks. Naalala mo pa kung paano maisapinta yong mga pelikula noong araw sa teks, mga pelikula nila bong revilla, eddie garcia, ronnie rickets, robin padilla, at kung anong patok sa sinehan noon. Malas nga lang nila dingdong dantes at marian rivera sa kanilang pelikula dahil hindi naisa-teks ang kanilang you to me are everything. Sa teks din kami noon madalas mag-away, may dugaan sa bilang, at itsapwera kung luma ang teks na pinanlalaro mo dapat yong malutong at bago.
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Isa-dal-awa-tat-lo-a-pat… ganyan kung magbilang sa teks, yan din ata ang unang stepping stone ko sa pagbibilang noong bata ako dahil madalas kung panuorin ang mga kuya ko sa paglalaro nito. Si kuya Mc-kee yong magaling sa pektus na sinasabi, ito yong pag-itsa mo na may matinding konsentrasyon at tamang pagpitik ng daliri paitaas para manalo ang taya mo. Hindi ko alam kung anong koneksyon nito sa paglalaro kung bakit laging panalo o marahil tsamba lang ang mga loko. Kahit anong posisyon mo sa pag-itsa basta dapat manalo ka dito kundi gaya sa ibang laro tatawagin kang LOOOSEEERR!
May panahon ang teks, kumbaga uso-uso lang. Mas nauunang mag-uso ito madalas sa mga eskwelahan bago sa kabahayan. Ito ang una sa mga pinagkakagastusan ko noon, iipunin ko yong baon ko mula lunes hangang biyernes tapos ibibili ko ng teks sa araw ng sabado, dinadayo namin yong tindahan ni apong sindang o apong pasing para makapamili kami ng bago at magandang comic strip ng teks, tapos buong sabado na kami maglalaro hangang linggo. Pagkatapos naming mananghalian, maliligo kaming magpipinsan tapos makikipaglaro na sa kapitbahay, sinasamantala namin to habang sila auntie at nanay e nakikinig ng radyo sa programa ni tiya dely na paboritong paborito naman nila. May tv na noon pero wala pang wowowee kaya mas pinili na lang nilang makinig sa radyo.
May time noon na pagkagising na pagkagising ko palang e maglalaro na ako ng teks sa kapitbahay, walang mumog at walang hilamos. Kumbaga sa terminolohiya…adeeeek! Madalas akong umuwi na puno ang supot na dala ko, at tuwang tuwa ako pag nananalo. Nalilipasan na ako noon ng gutom sa paglalaro nito kaya nung nalaman ni nanay na ganun ang nangyayari confiscated lahat ng teks ko, maging yong paborito kong pamato. Iyak nang iyak ako noon at nagmamakaawa, pero kung anong tigas ng kalyo ko sa daliri noon sa pagteteks e ganun din katigas ang loob ng nanay ko. Nakita ko na lamang ang mga teks isang umaga kasama doon sa sinunog na damo sa likod ng bahay namin. Noong araw ding yon, pinagaralan ko ang makinig kay… ANG INYONG TIYA DELLLLYYYY! *susundan ng mellow kalimbang sound effect*
Ngayon, bihira na lang akong makakita ng mga batang naglalaro ng teks sa mga kalye. Bihira na akong makakita ng mga batang nanlilimahid sa dumi sa paglalaro ng teks, tuluyan nang nilamon ng panahon ang mga nakagawiang larong pinoy. Umuusbong na marahil ang mga makabagong laro tulad ng dota, sf, ran, flyff at ilan pang online games. Tuluyan nang nilamon ng transisyon ang mga makalumang laro.
Pero buhay na buhay pa rin sa akin ang larong ito, kelangan patas at walang mandadaya. At dito ko nakita kung gaano kaseksi si pricilla almeda at kung gaano kalaki ng ipinagbago ni rustom padilla ngayon.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
A letter for my Mama
Dear Mama,
I know it isn’t, much but I’ve decided to write you a little letter to tell you everything you mean to me.
I was looking for cards for you the other day, something that you would like, and that could get my point across but wasn’t to mushy. It’s a hard compromise to make. So I said to myself “Self, why not make her a card?” But then I was thinking about it today, and I’m not the most poetic.
So here I am writing you a letter, something I probably haven’t done since I stopped believing in Santa *wink*.
To express in words everything that you are to me would be like trying to fill the grand canyon one grain of sand at a time, but I’m going to try.
Everything I love about myself comes from you. My eyes, my ability to smile and laugh at myself. My perseverance, and ability to tell myself “It’ll all turn out in the end”. You taught me everything about life, from the most basic things like tying my laces and saying my ABC’s to much more complex things. Loving myself, simply because you love me, and complete understanding of others. You told me once that I’m to independent for a man. You are the one who taught me that independence, I’m happy being myself, you trust my opinion and always keep an open mind to what I have to say, not many adults have that respect for kids. You always listen to me and allow me to make my own mistakes. I’m sure you’ve watched me walk into situations that you knew were going to hurt, but the thing that lets me know how much you care is that you let me go into them. Had I been totally sheltered from life I’d never learn, and when life pushed me around you always gave me your shoulder and ear, and the strength to push back. I’ve always pulled through.
Remember grade 3 and Miss Baldago? How I’d cry because of her? You always listened to me then, even though, looking back I realize my qualms were so frivolous.
Your so self-less, it amazes me. I asked you SO MANY times what you wanted for mothers day but you couldn’t think of your wants!
It’s so hard to find something this year because I realized, that I don’t give you as much credit as you deserve, flowers don’t do you justice.
I want to pamper you, I want to hire an astronaut to write how much I love you on the moon.
I can’t express in words what you give to me without even knowing it. Your doing an amazing job being my mother, and I don’t think I tell you enough.
I feel as though I take you for granted sometimes, and maybe you even take yourself for granted.
So today is your one day a year to be spoiled, one measly little day to focus on you rather then everyone else, when you’ve given every day of your life for the past 17 years to me and now turning 18.
I can’t imagine my life with anyone else. I don’t even want to imagine it.
We’re growing old together and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So happy mothers day, I hope you enjoy it, and now you know that I can write more then 50 words about what you mean to me. I don’t need an essay contest to tell you though. (549 words) ^^
Mama, I love you with every fibre of my being.
You need more than 24 hours.
Happy Mothers Day !
I’ll always have you to thank for everything I am.
Love you every day of the year
Your daughter,
Michelle
I know it isn’t, much but I’ve decided to write you a little letter to tell you everything you mean to me.
I was looking for cards for you the other day, something that you would like, and that could get my point across but wasn’t to mushy. It’s a hard compromise to make. So I said to myself “Self, why not make her a card?” But then I was thinking about it today, and I’m not the most poetic.
So here I am writing you a letter, something I probably haven’t done since I stopped believing in Santa *wink*.
To express in words everything that you are to me would be like trying to fill the grand canyon one grain of sand at a time, but I’m going to try.
Everything I love about myself comes from you. My eyes, my ability to smile and laugh at myself. My perseverance, and ability to tell myself “It’ll all turn out in the end”. You taught me everything about life, from the most basic things like tying my laces and saying my ABC’s to much more complex things. Loving myself, simply because you love me, and complete understanding of others. You told me once that I’m to independent for a man. You are the one who taught me that independence, I’m happy being myself, you trust my opinion and always keep an open mind to what I have to say, not many adults have that respect for kids. You always listen to me and allow me to make my own mistakes. I’m sure you’ve watched me walk into situations that you knew were going to hurt, but the thing that lets me know how much you care is that you let me go into them. Had I been totally sheltered from life I’d never learn, and when life pushed me around you always gave me your shoulder and ear, and the strength to push back. I’ve always pulled through.
Remember grade 3 and Miss Baldago? How I’d cry because of her? You always listened to me then, even though, looking back I realize my qualms were so frivolous.
Your so self-less, it amazes me. I asked you SO MANY times what you wanted for mothers day but you couldn’t think of your wants!
It’s so hard to find something this year because I realized, that I don’t give you as much credit as you deserve, flowers don’t do you justice.
I want to pamper you, I want to hire an astronaut to write how much I love you on the moon.
I can’t express in words what you give to me without even knowing it. Your doing an amazing job being my mother, and I don’t think I tell you enough.
I feel as though I take you for granted sometimes, and maybe you even take yourself for granted.
So today is your one day a year to be spoiled, one measly little day to focus on you rather then everyone else, when you’ve given every day of your life for the past 17 years to me and now turning 18.
I can’t imagine my life with anyone else. I don’t even want to imagine it.
We’re growing old together and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So happy mothers day, I hope you enjoy it, and now you know that I can write more then 50 words about what you mean to me. I don’t need an essay contest to tell you though. (549 words) ^^
Mama, I love you with every fibre of my being.
You need more than 24 hours.
Happy Mothers Day !
I’ll always have you to thank for everything I am.
Love you every day of the year
Your daughter,
Michelle
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