Sunday, August 8, 2010

Mabuti Pa Sila

Mabuti Pa Sila by Gary Granada

Mabuti pa ang mga surot, laging mayrong masisiksikan
Mabuti pa ang bubble gum, laging mayrong didikitan
Mabuti pa ang salamin, laging mayrong tumitingin
Di tulad kong laging walang pumapansin

Mabuti pa ang mga lapis, sinusulatan ang papel
At mas mapalad ang kamatis, maya't maya napipisil
Napakaswerte ng bayong, hawak ng aleng maganda
Di tulad kong lagi na lang nag-iisa

Ano ba'ng wala ako na mayron sila
Di man lang makaisa habang iba'y dala-dalwa
Pigilan n'yo akong magpatiwakal
Mabuti pa ang galunggong nasasabihan ng 'mahal'

Kahit ang suka ay may toyo at ang asin may paminta
Mabuti pa ang lumang dyaryo at yakap-yakap ang isda
Mabuti pa sila, mabuti pa sila
Di tulad kong lagi na lang nag-iisa

Mabuti pa ang simpleng tissue at laging nahahalikan
Mabuti pa ang mga bisyo, umaasang babalikan
Mabuti pa sila, mabuti pa sila
Di tulad kong lagi na lang nag-iisa


Pigilan n'yo akong magpatiwakal
Bakit si Gabby Concepcion lagi na lang kinakasal

Mabuti pa ang mga isnatser, palaging may naghahabol
Ang aking luma na computer, mayron pa ring compatible
Mabuti pa sila, mabuti pa sila
Di tulad kong lagi na lang nag-iisa


I chanced upon this song in my hubby's playlist a few days ago, it was funny how Mr. Granada used inanimate objects in the analogy of one's quest to find love and how simple companionship could matter so much.

There may be bitterness but there's a reality to it.

Come to think of it, in the scheme of things there really are interdependency or at the very least may need the presence of the other to be functional. Individually, it can serve their own purpose, but can bring out an entirely new meaning and use when put together. So do in human, and yes I agree with the song, especially in one's feeling of being needed and loved.

Thus I thought, in real life there are really people who up to the prime of their life, has yet to find a partner who at the very least could offer companionship and presence. Others could have met prospects but failed while others might not have the entire privilege to meet even one. Empathizing with them, I'm sure my words wouldn't be even enough to know how tough it could be. I honor them.

And so it brought me ... into APPRECIATING.

I looked at my husband and saw the other half God has perfectly timed for me.

I called my Dad and heard God's voice on earth fathering me.

I savoured my Mom's hugs and I felt God's warm touch protecting me.

I scrolled down my phone's emergency keys and saw my bestfriend's number and saw God's promise that I am never alone.

I opened my inbox and saw a girlfriend's message whom I share almost the same experiences with and saw God's tenderness and compassion.

There are moments in life when we think little sweats are unbearable but in truth it's not. I remember how I often am not appreciative of people and things I have around, slipping that once I didn't have it at all. It takes conscious effort to be reminded of these things but it sure would keep me grounded. Thanks to Mr. Granada for this funny but revealing song about life and love. One of the songs, that though not cheesy, has reminded me of how lucky I am to be surrounded with people whom I could love, and who actually loves me in return.

While ending this blog, our playlist is running "Happy to be stuck with you" by Huey Lewis. And I really am. I'm happy I have not just one but several people who keeps me sane. :)

Here's to hope that somehow, someway, everyone would get to have someone to share love in their lifetime. love! love! love!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Cake for my Mom

I used to be so dependent on my Mom. When I was a kid, I remember crying my heart out every morning as I see her leave for office. And in the evening my eyes are all keyed up in between our gate waiting for her and my Dad to arrive so I could cling to her and hug her tight.

I love her smell, I soo love her “milky” scent. I bore my face in her arms and chest at every opportunity, it’s the place in our home where I feel most relaxed. I love my Mom so much. I don’t want to ever be away from her. I would do anything with her, I couldn’t eat without her, I wanted to bathe with her. I want to dress up with her and try her clothes. I cross the street only when her hands hold mine. I drink water outside the house only if my Mom would give me clearance too. I don’t talk to anyone unless I see my Mom does first.

She is my stellar. My light and my gateway to Nature’s entire offer. My Mom is my way to anything.

The affection I grew for my Mom was something one could say “reaping what you sow”. My Mom has given me all of her. All of her love, her time and all resources. Totoo ang kasabihan, na kapag Nanay ka na, “isusubo mo na, ibibigay mo pa sa anak mo”. That’s how she is to me. I felt my Mom’s unconditional love even during the inevitable “teen – age” years when one thought she could do away with anything and everything. My Mom has consistently shown her unrestricted care and taught me lessons I was glad to have learned from my own family and home. She is to me, a “Cory Aquino” mom. I vehemently deny though that I am a “Kris Aquino” Hindi du-bah?

My Mom made me love her soooo dearly, because she has loved me even more.

Coming to this age, where I can already do things on my own and decide out of my own discernment and taste, I remember my Mom and somewhat think if my Mom would do it the way that I do. At most, I think I did it her way. I got her taste.

Just about 5 minutes ago, she called me in the office and sheepishly said,

“Anak, wag mo ako kalimutan bilan nung cake na may kulot-kulot ha?”

Remembering what cake she meant, I grinned at the other end although she was not able to see and told her Ok, I’ll buy it right away.

Then it hit me, now, it’s my turn to make my Mom feel the way I have felt all these years.

If it would mean buying her ALL of the “kulot kulot” cake that she likes, then I’ll contract the Patisserie to make her dozen of it each day to make her happy.

She is pleased with simple things yet showers radiant love. My Mom gives away love (tatlo piso na nga minsan) and expects nothing in return.

She thrives in her simple joys.

This is the Cake she has found MUCH happiness from.

This is the family she has showered LOVE all these years.

Mommy, No amount of confectionaries can ever beat the way you have loved us dear. But for as long as it will make you happy, keep the requests coming.

I’ll be glad to buy you your “kulot kulot” cakes, for as long as your heart desires.

I love you Mommy Precy! Mwah!

Here's a picture of me and my Mom when I was a kid, one of the few things I like doing with her.hehe!