June 22nd, 2006

Wow.

You gotta make me say wow to let me know that you're interested in giving more than what is expected of you.

Oxford's come and gone.I only blogged twice and the second one wasn't very substantial. Blame it on Penelope's age (and RAM - or lack of it) or blame it on my laziness. Anyway, more pictures can be found at the end of this entry. More pics are on the way...just not today.

Whew.

Everything's been an emotional roller coaster - very exciting, but over all too soon. I'm beginning to question what's worth the effort nowadays.

This OPM classic by APO is lost on the youth of today. I hope they can take the time to reflect on the sheer genius that is APO.

Mahirap Magmahal Ng Syota Ng Iba

APO HIKING SOCIETY

Mahirap talagang magmahal ng syota ng iba
Hindi mo mabisita kahit okey sa kanya
Mahirap oh mahirap talaga
Maghanap ka na lang kaya ng iba

Ngunit kapag nakita ang kanyang mga mata
Nawawala ang aking pagkadismaya
Sige lang sugod lang o bahala na
Bahala na kung magkabistuhan pa

(chorus)
I-dial mo ang number sa telepono
Huwag mong ibibigay ang tunay na pangalan mo
Pag nakausap mo siya sasabihin sa'yo
Tumawag ka mamaya nanditong syota ko

Mahirap talaga ang magmahal ng iba
Oh sakit ng ulo maniwala ka
Ngunit kahit ano pang sabihin nila
Iwanan siya'y di ko magagawa

(instrumental)

Mahirap humanap ng iba
Pag tumubo ang 'yong luha
At hahaba ang iyong mukha
At ikaw ang siyang kawawa
Iwanan siya'y di ko magagawa
Iwanan siya'y di ko magagawa
Iwanan siya'y di ko magagawa

Virginia R. Moreno

Order For Masks

To this harlequinade
I wear black tights and fool’s cap
Billiken, make me three bright masks
For the three tasks in my life
Three faces to wear
One after the other
For the three men in my life,
When my Brother comes
Make me one opposite
If he is devil, a saint
With a staff to his fork
And for his horns, a crown.
I hope my contrast
To make nil
Our old resemblance to each other
And my twin will walk me out
Without a frown
Pretending I am another.
When my Father comes
Make me one so like
His child once eating his white bread in trance
Philomela before she was raped.
I hope by likeness
To make him believe this is the same kind
The chaste face he made
And my blind Lear will walk me out
Without a word
Fearing to peer behind.
If my lover comes
Yes, when my Seducer comes
Make for me the face
That will in colors race
The carnival stars
And change in shape
Under his grasping hands.
Make it bloody
When he needs it white
Make it wicked in the dark
Let him find no old mark
Make it stone to his suave touch,
This magician will walk me out,
Newly loved,
Not knowing why my tantalizing face
Is strangely like the mangled parts of a face
He once wiped out
Make me three masks.