Ciggy Ciggy!

happy birthday to me and oh how frugal this day is. what makes me feel that a birthday is special is, eversince i stopped celebrating it with baloons and cakes i try so hard to just treat it as any other day. so that's a little more than ordinary. just like a sleepy december 24th. i am not making any sense. bear with the birthday boy.

and so i receive this annual award, go up the lectern, bask on the spotlight of this auditorium and say my thank you's.

Thank You God.

that's all. thank you. hmmmm..actually not that short though coz again, as much as i treat this as just an ordinary day, i wouldn't want to be an ungrateful grunt. so God who is in heaven here are the things that i want to thank you and you alone.

MUSIC.
thank you for

Maristela Olmoguez, yes, her name is so ugly. thank you for her it-ness, thank you for making her hide the guitar from my drooling hands then, because of that i became a thief of time, space and strings, curling on a dark storage room strumming the oh so forbidden guitar.

Jesse, the drums sensei. yes sir, 2 quarter notes on the base, followed by snare while doing steady 8th notes on the clapper.

Rolen, your first song really sucks big time that i told myself i can make a song too!

Chop, scales on bass, passion for music like an endless chord progression.

Christine, if we were of the same age and you are not my aunt, i could have married you. ok back to octaves and do re mi. thank God for your busted Casio keyboards. and your husband will always be ogrish to me.

Nelson, you are the most agressive band director this earth will have. aggressive on telling me to blow. faggot! *blows and blows trumpet*

Sharon, because of you i loved and could have learned the saxophone if i didn't fall in love with you.

Toby Mac, Kevin Max, Micheal Tait and DCtalk. even though you dont know that i exist i still love you guys. with all my heart, soul and mind. but i dont want to exchange spouses with you. your wives are old. if you go here in the Philippines i'll kidnap you. Filipino = kidnapper. get the idea?

and thank you God for every note that i hear. shall i elaborate? dripping of saliva is on e minor, air out of the nostrils is on G#, ok. il stop.

PEOPLE.
thanks for

Teen Theater Company, Stage One, Little Theater and its Red D. basic acting and curtain pulling at the same time. if i didn't go for that audition 10+ years ago i could've been a basketball player reeking of moolahhhh. yeah thanks for that! now im a hopeless romantic, sentimental harry potter and in radio. boy this life is exciting. and now after this what?

Negros Summer Workshops and Peque Gallaga. theater improvs, being by Eric Morris, Film Production and Lore Reyes, and a swollen bladder. at least i know how to fake a lot. but i am such a good creature to do something like that! on the other hand...hmmmm nevermind. thank you for letting me see stomas on clouds. how did you do that? and how could you do that to me? i just wanted to till land and grow rootcrops! now all i have is this cellphone with a poor camera. thanks for telling me that film is not for poor people like me. Lord, i am reading Purpose Driven Life now.

Palanca and Cirilo Bautista, similemetaphorallusionpersonificationhyperboleandalotofstuffthathaslinebreaks
iamarebelandiwantedtobelikeleiseecummingstoo.
freaks!

Shiloh Christian Fellowship and Pastor Oscar. thank you for making me feel guilty all the time.

West Visayas State University, College of Mass Communication, Diamante con Morga, and nene. thanks for letting me know oh Lord that i can love as much and can drift away from it. i can't write anymore of those memories but, you know where this train of thought will lead me. since i am thanking you dear God and i am confident that you know what is in my heart and what is on the end of my veins. let me not acupuncture them with the grass-fresh smell of wvsu's football field.

Kas-es,francis, stick, and nick and everybody else. thank you for allowing us to have a network of friends because later in life we will invite them to invest their effort, time and money to make us rich. Lord, you know that i don't love money and money alone is not the root of all evil. the LOVE of money is. thank you for letting me read that verse in the bible and let me not be an italian.

RMN and IFM, bruno banana, van o, vince j and fred davis, thanks for them i am earning money and exploited.

Highifber and Luis, thank you for my evolution from a chimp that is in awe of the colors of microsoft word to being a neanderthal on creating http links. and for Lei.

thank you for these people that made a living out of this life. Lord, though this is intrestingly miserable-enjoyable, I want to see how good looking i am when i reach 60. this creation of your artful nature wants to see what Australia looks like. and even if i can't go there let me just smell my wrinkled old skin mixed with the wind of 30 years from now on our window pane in iloilo. Lord, can i not die?

LOVE.
thank you Jesus for

Family. yes we are a wreck. that satan creature is really working his ass out. but he can't destroy what is essential and invisible to the eye i presume? he is so old, can he die instead?

Extended family. thank you for making me a Filipino though i presume again that not all Filipinos are thankful like me. i mean in an extended family you can let nieces of your cousins fetch you water for bath. i am very much grateful i was born before them.

Friends. hmmm God, where are they?

Jessica. though i hate her, thanks for making her beautiful that my high school org didn't even had a clue that she was older than me seven years. thanks for letting me know that age doessnt matter. and for my first very serious heartbreak. thanks for giving her a baby and not making her fat neither taller.

Freya. thanks for giving her a Sudanese boyfriend. she deserves that. if you allow me to go back in time i promise to court her mom instead.

Lord why i am broadcasting names here in the net? do i sound like an ass?

hmmm ok.

LJ. thanks for making her intelligent coz if she isn't, i would still be in college right now. thanks for making me break up with her and letting me experience what it feels to love a lot of women at the same time. now i know that i should stick to one. and tell my father that he should too. it feels way better than getting confused perpetually.

EGA. Lord, thanks for EGA. She was one hell of a ride. my life wouldn't be a life without letting me experience her life. though we are in different roads now i hope she won't fold coz she told me she was with you now. i am eager to talk to her again for like 10 years from now. thanks for her. she is one of the most wonderful things that happened to me.

Louie. now if you happen to survive this insanity and you are reading until now, this sacred part of this conversation with God is between me and him. excuse me please. *prays* :)

thank you God for yet another year. Amen.

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