Jobs well done

This is Apple's homepage today.

Print screen from my Macbook.

My heart is saddened because an inspiring man passed away. But I believe his death rekindled 'passion' and served as a reminder to everyone that we CAN make our dreams come true.

Thank you for reminding me, Sir. I know from where you are right now, you are grinning and beaming with so much happiness. You prolly had no idea how HUGE an impact you made in this world. I mean, maybe you kinda knew. Sales reports can tell you that. But other than us using your inventions everyday, it's really your life story that inspired us.

Whenver I feel down and uninspired, maybe I should watch your Stanford speech. And then I won't have any excuse not to try again.

Rest in peace.

CRAZY!

This morning I woke up from a crazy dream. As in crazy in a morbid and weird way. I can't give the exact details because I can't really remember the whole story. It's also crazy because it involves a crazy cast- as in a showbiz love team and some of my elementary, high school and college friends. I won't drop the names but the dream goes something like... 

There was a huge crowd and then nagkagulo (pretty much like when dementors attacked Hogwarts haha), then a lot of people were found hanging dead *ooops, told you it's morbid*. I was with the showbiz guy, we trailed the lane of the hanging corpses and we found the showbiz girl among the corpses. *EEEEK!* Eto nakakatawa, I was the one crying because the showbiz girl was gone and the guy was the one who comforted me. As in mega iyak. This is weird because this love team used to be a couple in real life. Anyhooo, so the dream transitioned to a beautiful old church whose garden had Christmas lights (so I guess it was Christmas in the dream hehe)...And then there I saw my elementary and high school friends. It was just a hi-hello moment and then I found myself in the company of my college friends. I remember our house in Iloilo being a part the dream. But it looked different- more white walls and white lights, very modern interiors. Although I was sure that was our house. haha

See? Crazy diba? I don't want another crazy dream tonight. I like dreams though! hehe So I wish tonight it'll be a kilig one, or a funny one. Basta wag morbid! haha

Have a great sleep everyone! :)

Only For Tita Cory

I am temporarily breaking my blog hiatus to give way for my entry about my encounter with Tita Cory.

Manila Cathedral (Where my parents got married btw. hehe)

My normal day would usually be in this order:

Wake up at 11 or 12 noon

Turn on the tv

Prepare lunch while hearing Willie sing Giling-giling on Wowowee

Watch the rest of Wowowee or switch to Cinema One, Star Movies or HBO

Do stuff on things-to-do list

Check emails 

Prepare dinner

Watch teleserye

And finally, while watching tv, go online to catch up with friends and check Facebook

Last Saturday however, it wasn't Giling-giling that Willie was singing. It was a mellow song, the audience weren't grinding to the floor to be picked for BigaTen. Candles filled the studio, the Willie and the ASF dancers were all clad in yellow. I was confused. I switched the channel to ANC and there I saw the news- Tita Cory already left us.

I texted my mom saying "Wala na pala si Cory." because I was wondering why she didn't leave me a message about it on my phone. (She usually leaves me messages on important stuff so that I can read it when I take a peek at my phone before I get out of bed.) She said "Yes, kinuha na ni Ninoy." We exchanged texts until she finally said "Punta ka kay Cory." "Balak ko naman talaga pero paano naman ako pupunta dun, wala ako kasama", I replied. Mom messaged me again: "Sige lang, pag may chance ka lang. Baka ilipat naman siya." 

Visiting Tita Cory's wake crossed my mind even before mom told me. "I visited Francis M.'s wake. Why not the former president's wake right?" I told myself. To make this possible, I made arrangements with my ABAM friends RC and Issa to join me to Manila Cathedral to pay our last respect. They agreed to come however, it was raining badly that Monday morning and I cannot imagine lining up under such weather conditions. We unanimously decided to cancel the visit. Later that day my Auntie Fely arrived and said to me "Sayang, andun na kami kanina sa Quiapo. Nalimutan ko lang, dapat bumisita na kami kay Cory." I told her what happened to my schedule and decided to ask my Auntie to accompany me to the Cathedral instead. She was happy with the idea. When I relayed to her the schedule of public viewing, she decided we go early in the morning, in time for the viewing to start.

We left the house at 6 AM of Tuesday- quite a sacrifice for me coz I just had 4 hours of sleep. I kept praying for strength to stay awake and to be able to endure the loooong line (according to the news, the public had to wait around 4 hours before they could enter the Cathedral). 

Assembly outside the door

It was raining super hard while we were in the bus to Intramuros. But when we got to Plaza Roma (aka Plaza Mayor), the rain stopped and to our surprise, there was no line! We walked alongside other early birds, received free Absolute distilled water and finally we organized ourselves outside the side door of the Manila Cathedral. The bouncers were really genuinely polite. Upon the entrance they smile and say "good morning po". They didn't scold some of us who had SLR cameras with us. They said "Paalala lang po, bawal po mag picture ha?" That reminder didn't make me feel threatened or 'pahiya'. (besides, I'd never want to take photos of dead people. Hindi ko kaya.) And then on our way out they'd send us off with "ingat po, umuulan na ho eh." I felt it was their pure desire to be of service that they were so nice and respectful to everyone. 

It was a quick encounter- probably less than 10 seconds. You aren't allowed to stop by the coffin. Probably 2 seconds max. You have to (slowly) walk beside it, take a peek and store it in your photographic memory and make your way to the exit. She looked so different- I cannot explain in what way. But it felt good to see her. It felt as if I did something right just by visiting her for the last time. 

Outpour of love

It was very rewarding, touching, and fulfilling. It was one of those times that you'd really feel that you are one with the people. Seeing THE Icon of Democracy re-awakened something in me- the pride of being a Filipino.

Sa pagiging Ina ng bawat isang Pilipino, maraming salamat, Tita Cory. 

MICHAEL JACKSON

I CANNOT EFFIN BELIEVE I DID NOT STAY UP LATE TO WATCH MICHAEL JACKSON'S MEMORIAL.

I really didn't expect (how stupid, I know) that it's gonna be THIS BIG. Now I have to satisfy myself with excerpts on the news. 

AND OMG NAIIYAK AKO SA MGA CLIPS. Grabeeeeeh. I super wanna watch the whooole memorial. I hope someone uploads a torrent of this one.

(edited: 20 seconds after posting this, Chuvaness posted the video of THE WHOLE MEMORIAL. I SOOOO LOVE YOU, CHUVANESS! Check out her site or this link) 

I remember in grade school, I danced ballet to the tune of Heal the World during our foundation day. Oh san ka pa diba? hahaha Yes, I used to dance ballet. hehe

Michael's death proved to me that we never really see someone's worth until he's gone. I took his existence for granted. But I think it was mainly because I didn't grow up during his super peak years. I mean, when I gained consciousness in this world, he was already filled with controversies so I had no idea how phenomenal he was.

I only found out when he died that the songs I've been singing in my younger years were his original songs. I didn't know Smooth Criminal was his song. I thought it was Red Hot Chili Pepper's original. I thought I'll be there is Mariah's song tapos ka duet si Michael. Baliktad pala. Jackson 5 pala ang original.

 

There are so many things I didn't and will never know about him. But no matter how crazy the controversies about MJ, I believe that the real Michael is still the good father that Paris and her brothers had and the great singer whose songs will forever live and even surpass this generation.

Rest in peace Michael.

Photos from Google and Dallasnews.com respectively.