Blogging From Twilight
Boys and Girls, meet Twilight.
Twilight is my spanking new laptop, an Acer Aspire One. The best way I could describe her is that she’s like a supermodel — beautiful yet slow. So slow, she thinks I type too fast. This paragraph alone I typed without seeing the letters flash before me (ayan na…. lumabas na….)
But I don’t care. I got her dirt cheap (so a supermodel-slash-prostitute I guess) and she’s sleek and beautiful, kind of like a junior Macbook.
So here I am, making “binyag” to my newest baby. She joins my equally shiny (but cracked up) Motorola Krzr K1, who I named Michael Scofield.
(Wala pa kasing kotseng papangalanan e. Tsktsktsk.)
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I want to see Tina Fey be funny. I want to see Alan Rickman be scary. I want Vhong Navarro to dance for me. I want Michael Buble to croon for me. I want Chiz Escudero to grill morons in Senate hearings for me. But who do I want to belt for me?
Lea Salonga.
This woman has broken my heart a million times. Her wedding was shown on ABS. She’s always on ASAP. I think she was even in an ABS Christmas plug once. But, damn it, when she sings, I know it’s her. I can hear it from a distance of five hundred miles. It’s like a whistle only dogs can hear. I’m the dog.
I (finally) bought her new album “Inspired” (she won over Regine’s, MYMP’s, Nina’s and Kyla’s albums as my choices when I was at Odyssey) because, like Michael Buble, Lea has a calming effect on my knotted up nerves.
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Cojie bought a batsuit as his costume for Bookweek this week (of which I have been invited to a parent-reading. Ahem, ahem). But he’s submitting Adarna Books’ (naks naman Fiona!) “Noong Unang Panahon“. A retelling of the creation of the universe as told by…. Batman. My son trumps my imagination ten-fold.
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I was with an old college buddy today. Without getting into details, I basically learned of what has happened to him in the last six or seven years through a piece of paper. And at some point I paused and looked at him. Here’s a guy who is like an all-around, so dependable good guy and he’s gone through all of that crap. And I think about all the others in our org (that radical, eccentric org of….. Math majors) and all we’ve been through — broken hearts, broken families, careers destroyed, health problems, etc. — and it saddened me that we’ve all grown up. We’re all crummy adults now. And we didn’t have the strength of the group to hold us up throughout the crises.
But we find each other again and it’s never really too late. Besides, there’s more to celebrate now. We’ve SURPASSED all that crap. And now we can afford to lounge in Dome and CPK in Shangri-la and laugh off our past.
It’s the best feeling in the world, when you can just laugh at your mistakes.
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Sumakay nga sa eroplano. Iba naman niliparan. Anak ng pating.
