Cureless

Hindi ka Pinoy kung di ka pa nakagamit ng tabo. Kaya naman noong unang dalawang byahe ko paglabas ng Pilipinas, patungo sa silangan, sa kabilang dako ng mundo, talagang na-miss ko ang tabo. (Sabihin na lang natin na gumawa ako ng paraan para hindi ko sya ma-miss nang husto.)

Subalit nitong huling byahe ko, isang buwan na ang nakakalipas, kakaiba ang nangyari, tila hindi ko yata na-miss si tabo, sumaglit lang sa isipan ko ngunit walang naramdamang pangugulila.

Hindi na ako nagulat makita ang nakakamanghang istruktura at arkitektura sa bahaging iyon ng kanluran. O ang mga maaayos na daan, kumbinyenteng pampublikong transportasyon, at iba pang mga bagay na di ko nakita sa lugar na pinanggalingan ko.

Itong bagay na may kinalaman sa tabo na tumambad sa akin nang buksan ko ang w.c. ng hotel na tinuluyan ko. Ito ang tila gumulat sa akin higit sa lahat ng nakita ko.

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I was never proud of you but I knew in my heart that you did your best. It wasn’t enough though.

I hope that the new administration will do better. Ganbatte, P-noy, ganbatte Pinoy!

I’ve been meaning to say this when I learned that my college friend Jenny was planning to take her PhD in Germany. (I just kept myself from raving about it while she hasn’t flown there yet.) Do you know the first thing that came into my mind when I heard about that?

Metallica.

In one of my wildest dream, I am in the front row of my favorite band’s concert, thrashing and head-banging with the crowd. We all know that this ageing metal band doesn’t like going to third world countries such as ours, and would only tour around Europe and Northern America. The snobbery does not prevent me from loving their songs though.

I’ll call it frivolous because I cannot really afford to go to Europe and see them live. But in this dream of mine, I’ll fly to Germany, somewhere between Frankfurt and Nuremburg. And someone would go and watch my favorite band with me.