Favorites Series [Prologue]

Almost all my posts are gloomy and self-deprecating. I never thought that it would turn out this way. Therefore I must stop this dark state of mind and focus more on the things that make me happy. Hey, I didn't read any self-help book nor did I watch any self-empowerment talk shows. Too much of misery ain't a good nothing.

And yes, I really like the current layout/design of my blog. My good friend aka goodlookingguy made this for me, and I really like it. The sight of a Monet painting always makes me feel glad.

This is a prologue of a series of "favorites". I would begin writing stuff that I love and crazy about. There's a lot, so I think I won't have trouble thinking about themes for it. I'm in the office and not in the right state of mind to write anything yet but alot of ideas are brewing inside my head.

Anniversary

Minsan natutulala ako. Kapag ayoko nang mag-react sa sobrang asar, pikon, lungkot, nakatulala ako. Ayokong gumalaw, ayokong mag-exert ng kahit na anong effort. May mga araw na kagaya ngayon, naiisip ko lahat ng problema habang nag-iisa. Nakakapagod idamay pa ang mga kaibigan ko sa mga dinadala ko, palagi ko na lang sila nagugulo. Kahit sabihin nila okey lang, nade-depress naman ang kalooban ko na parang wala na kong binigay sa kanila kundi problema. Iyakin pa naman ako. Hindi ko mapigilang maluha….Lalo na ang maisip ang isang kaibigang lagi na lang akong dinadamayan. Kailangan ko muna siyang huwag idamay, siguro kuntento siya ngayon sa sariling mundo ng pagmumuni. Marami siyang gustong intindihin sa sarili niya at ayokong makigulo. Gusto ko mang i-text o papuntahin sa akin, yakapin at iyakan, hindi na mangyayari. Wala akong karapatang gawin iyon sa kanya.

Anniversary ng pagiging independent ko mula sa pamilya. February last year ng muntik akong ma-rape nung makitira sa isang akala ko kaibigan ko, kasi umalis ako sa bahay namin. March ng makakuha ng sarili kong apartment, ako lang mag-isa. Nakakilala ng isang masugid na pontio pilatong admirer, May ng patulan ang naturang pontio pilatong admirer. June ng ma-realize kong pontio pilato nga siya. Umiyak ng umiyak, July ng ma-approve sa isang bank loan na kasalukuyang delayed ako sa pagbabayad. At lumipas na lang ang mga buwan at araw na pare-pareho lang. Nagtatrabaho, natutulog, nakikipag-inuman…

Anniversary ng pagiging independent ko, pero napakalungkot ko. Ayokong makakita ng kakilala, gusto kong mag-isa. Ayokong gusto, ayoko dahil sadlak ako sa hirap at problema, gusto kasi pinapasaya nila ko. Masaya naman ang bago kong trabaho. Pero para akong tanga ngayon, naghihintay ng oras ng sweldo, walang makain, walang pang-yosi. Natatakot maputulan ng kuryente. Nagkukulong sa bahay, pinagtataguan ang kolektor ng bangko. Pagdating ng sweldo pambayad kaagad sa apartment, bank loan, kuryente, grocery ng mga kailangan, tapos trabaho uli… Siguro kaya malungkot ako kasi naisip kong anniversary pero walang kwentang anniversary.

Anniversary ng mga pinakamalungkot na pangyayari sa buhay ko. Anniversary ng nakakilala ng mga malupit na tao. Anniversary ng na-rewire ang utak ko. Hindi ko na mabalik ang dati kong sarili. Mahirap mag-isa.

Kaya nga independent eh, nag-iisa…tanggap ko pero hayaan ko muna ang sarili kong umiyak, malungkot. Kailangan kong iproseso ang kalungkutan ko sa sarili ko. Kahit gusto kong yumakap ng tao at humanap ng makakaunawa, pagiging makasarili ko lang pinapairal ko. Searching for intimacy somehow deludes me, parang niloloko ko lang ang sarili ko dahil ang totoo, hindi pwedeng maunawaan ng ibang tao ang lahat ng niloloob ko. Pero humans long for comfort even thru a mere embrace, and I badly need one right now, after all I’m merely human. Caught up in different intricacies of life, everything is so convoluted nothing makes sense why….gosh I’m not making sense.

Hindi ko man maalis ang kalungkutan ko, dadamahin ko na lang, tatanggapin. Para pag harap ko sa iba, masaya na uli ako, functional, logical, sociable.

Of satanic cults, LSD laced magic tattoos and backmasked tapes…

You really can’t tell the story of your entire life in one page. Every person’s life details may not even fit a 500 page book. I can’t even remember each detail or if I could I don’t have the ability to write it all down. What I’ve realized about writing blogs is that each post is whatever fills my head at the moment. It is the urge to see what my thoughts are, instead of just unseen neurons zapping across my brain. Having said that, I should start saying stuff related to the title.

I grew up surrounded by aunts who just got converted as born again Christians then. But the rest of my family are devout Catholics. Those aunts of mine were iconoclasts, as in literally not because they broke stereotypes but they broke icons, literally hahaha. They smashed decades old religious icons from my grandma’s house. They threw out the statue of Virgin Mary out the window, followed by the cutie Sto. Nino, pulled the rosaries until the beads fell on the ground then ranted Bible verses condemning idolatry. Poor grandma, she was the one who witnessed all of that. It was just told to me in vivid detail when I was four because I was totally creeped out when they forced me to kneel and pray the rosary with them for my dead grandpa’s wake. They meant it as an explanation on why the statues were cracked. We were kneeling in front of those icons that were obviously put back together by rugby. Those icons were creepy enough before, old and faded, blank eyes staring at you. The cracked faces with dried out ooze of rugby increased the creepy factor.

There was a lot of drama when my relatives talk about their conflicting religious beliefs, I was too young enough to care. However, what caught my interest was their common belief that there are satanists about. It was the early 80s and brit punk rock and heavy metal abound, along with big haired, shoulder padded teeny boppers and glam rockers. The tabloids didn’t help either, with headlines like:

NATAGPUANG PUTOL NA PAA NG BATA, HINIHINALANG BIKTIMA NG SATANISTA

Kids like me were asked by parents to wear the rosary around our necks when we go to school. Looking back, I think it was just a lame attempt to cover up the real issue. Probably the kids who got kidnapped were shipped out in some remote province or another southeast Asian country to work either as sex slaves, sweat shop workers or soldiers for an extremist group. And those dismembered appendages were meant as an example to those who wanted to run away from the gang. Were the grown ups then too naïve? Was the press so scared to write anything about the government or our economy that they thought it was ok to entwine the supernatural with reality without trying to dig deeper on what’s behind all of it?

Since the grownups at home were so stressed out about the satanist crap, at school I tried to know more about it. I read the Time Life books and those other hard bound book series like condensed encyclopedias that dealt with supernatural stuff. It scared and amused me at the same time. Same effect when I watch the Twilight Zone. [Hey don’t get the idea that I’m some sort of a witch/Wiccan/goth girl, I’m not.] I even read the Bible’s Old Testament and Revelation at home coz it was so gory, scary and just plain interesting for me, but my aunts thought that I was just being some sweet Jesus-loving girl.

People fear a lot of different stuff throughout their lives across decades and generations. Most have trouble adjusting to what’s new or what others are into if it falls outside the tiny box they comfortably snuggled into. But as kids that’s the point when our box is so big we want to fill it in as much as we could. At home my aunts were saying that there were some satanistic bands or rock stars, making the devil’s work easier, spreading the message of satan subconsciously and that we must be vigilant with whatever we do. You can hear those messages if you play cassette tapes backwards, they call it backmasking. Most of those backmasked messages were so garbled, you can hear anything that you want to hear. I really didn’t get the point with the trouble of backmasking those tapes anyway. Why can’t they just say it outright, it takes too much EFFORT to decipher it. And they say the road to hell is wide and easy…

Again I got interested with something they were warning me against. Punk rockers, their eyes, mohawks and weird hair and boots. I didn’t know the word “ cool” at that time to describe it, but I knew the feeling when you see something “cool.” Same with those metal bands, they sure are noisy, I could not understand the lyrics but I knew they were trying to say something. Their tattoos were so cool.

Enterprising candy and snack makers targeted kids with their cool freebie. Instead of toys from chickadees, some gave out magic tattoos. It’s like stickers for your body and it doesn’t peel unless you wash it off good. It was all the rave for kids, some feel that they were rockers, wrestlers, rebels or gang members. I thought it was cute and wow what an invention, kids won’t have to go through the pain of getting a tattoo. Boring adults thought we were having too much fun, maybe they thought we might actually get tattoos when we get old enough. So they generated this rumor that magic tattoos have LSD, a drug that will make you do crazy things. Will turn you into an addict and become a criminal. It didn’t scare me.

But I was obedient and just kept my thoughts safe in my head and never disappointed them, always looked the part of their nice little girl.

Call Center

Nung bata ako napanood ko sa TV yung pelikula nila Carmi Martin na Working Girls. Sa Ayala sila nagtatrabaho bilang sekretarya, Ayala girls. Corporate outfit, naka-make up, mage-elevator papunta sa opisinang nasa pang-ilang palapag ng modernong gusali. They speak perfect English if needed. Glamoroso ang dating kapag sa Makati, lalo pa’t sa Ayala ka nagtatrabaho, eto ang ipinintang idea ng mga pelikula. Sinasabing, “you’re made!” Circa 1980s yun.

Ngayon, hindi na big deal pag sa Makati ka nagtatrabaho. Naisip ko, ok pala na nagsulputan ang mga call center maliban sa pananaw pang-ekonomiya kundi pati sa pananaw ng social equality. Hindi lang mga yuppies at mga nakakurbatang stockbrokers ang nasa Makati, nandyan ang mga simpleng mamamayang nagko-call center.

Parang mga malls na nagsusulputan ang mga call center maging sa mga rural na lugar. Lumabas sa Metro Manila papunta sa mga probinsiya mapa-Luzon, Visayas o Mindanao. Mga makabagong pabrika, bitbit ng mga empleyado ang pamilya kung saan man sila ilipat o piliing lumipat. O di kaya parang OFW sa sariling bayan nabubuhay sa ibang time zone, nag-iisa. Yung iba hindi nakuntento kundi sa Singapore o Malaysia na pumadpad. Eto na ba ang kayang gawin nating mga Pilipino? Eto ba ang pinangakong trabaho sa mga nag ECE, nag geology o biology, management o accounting?

Ang swerte ng mga Kano, at ng iba pang bansang umaasa sa kanilang rep na maaasahan. Mapa tech support, pagbili o pagbayad ng kung anu-ano, maging sa pagtanong ng direksyon sa kung saan man sila tutungo, may mabait, magalang at matalinong Pilipino silang makakausap sa telepono. Ang galing nating mga Pilipino, lahat alam maski mga taxation at insurance procedures ng US kahit sarili nating buwis hindi natin malaman kung saan napupunta at naliligaw sa kung saan saang opisina pag kukuha ng PhilHealth benefits pag na-ospital. Kabisado ang pagkumpuni ng internet connection o satellite dish tv kahit sa sariling bahay ni walang telepono, computer o cable man lang.

Sabi ng iba, pwede namang magkaroon ng ibang trabaho kung pipiliin mo. Pero napakahirap ng standard of living sa bansa, naglolokohan lang tayong lahat pag naniniwala tayong ang kailangan lang ng isang pamilyang lima katao bawat araw ay 120.00 piso para mabuhay ayon sa gobyerno. Sa isang buwan na may 30 araw, so 3,600.00 piso yun. [I-korek niyo ko kung mali ang halagang sinabi ko ayon sa pinalabas ng gobyerno.]

Ano ba naman daw ang umupo tayo sa isang malamig na opisina para kumausap ng mga foreigner. Mabait nga ang karamihang kausap, natutuwang natulungan sila. Malaki pa ang sinusweldo, nagkakaroon pa ng tirang perang pambili ng mga bagay na mayayaman lang dati kayang bumili. Ano nga ba ang kulang? Ano ba ang mali? Ano nga ba inirereklamo ko?

Iisipin ko pa sa sunod na lang siguro pag naisip ko na ipo-post ko dito.

mula sa isang kaibigan

Desktop ko naaaliw ako kasi bagay ang wallpaper sa icons. Puro mga games na pang paubos oras haha. Mula sa kaibigan kong adik kay Neil Gaiman.

Broken Dreams

When I was about five or six years old, I always had this daydream that I ran away from home riding a bump car. I felt so independent and glamorous in that daydream. I know it sounds foolish now but hey I WAS a kid. But I got scared that a Satanic cult might kidnap me as a sacrifice for their rituals.* Or be borne away by construction workers as an admixer for concrete used for building bridges.** My parents have a weird way of scaring the hell out of me. Those reasons prevented me from actually running away. Plus the fact that I can’t find a way to carjack that red bump car from Rustan’s Cubao [or was it Rustan’s Makati? The place where it also has remote controlled boats, I can’t remember exactly.].

Then I grew up to understand that bump cars really can’t cruise the streets. I was in first grade at that time, and got pressured by my mother to get not just good grades but the best grades. [Will not elaborate on that further, not in the mood to cry.]. In short, I became a nerd— grade-conscious, plagued with realistic ideas for a seven-year old, no social life, low self-esteem. Somehow it killed me. I lost my sense of adventure and felt that the world was too big for me. No matter how I tried, it was not good enough and will never be. I became a frail kid, shunning all the fun, not active in sports, no real friends.

At that point of my life, my new daydream was to die famous for something I have done for the society. Like be a scientist who discovered a breakthrough and win the Nobel Prize. Or have a kick-ass job that will make me and my family rich.

As a kid, grown up stuff got me depressed, it worried me so much. I should have stayed a bit longer on that stage in life where you believed in fantasies and miracles. I was studying so hard to get accelerated and jump grades or win the next quiz bee. I knew that Santa Claus was just a holiday “mascot” of the capitalists. Fairy tales were just tales. There are no fairies. Smoking dries out your lungs and causes cancer. African children die of malnourishment. I’ve read that Waldorf Astoria is a high-end hotel in New York that can deny entry to those who are not properly dressed. Realized that my family is poor. Understood that the very first People Power in Edsa was a display of democracy. Freddie Mercury is gay and died of a gay disease. Alice Cooper is a man claiming that he gets possessed by a female spirit (huh?).

My sister was so sick of a disease that I did not understand. Yet I was envious of her because she didn’t have to go to school as often as I did.

I turned twelve. I understood enough not to envy my sister who was in and out of the hospital because of a torn heart valve. She underwent two major surgeries. By then, my daydreams were of teenage boys and love and rebellion. She made me realize how I’m wasting my life on stuff that I cannot do anything about. I needed to loosen up.

[Skip other depressing events in my life, fastforward to my years in college]

I got my free spirit back and the sense of adventure that comes with it in college. For the first two years, my course was Applied Physics, became a non-major on 3^rd year, took any subject that caught my interest then by my 4^th year I shifted to Interior Design. I still had worries and bouts of depression but the world didn’t look too big anymore. It’s okay to know more about the world outside books and docus. I gained friends, lost friends, then gained some more. Fell in love, fell out of love, yet longed for more love [haha]. I fell in love in art, fiction, literature and cultures and realized how artful a wisp of cigarette smoke can be when you look at it closely.

Please understand that I really didn’t have a steady, smooth-sailing life but I’m okay. I took odd jobs, bad jobs, worthy of another blog post. I’m still poor but not in a shit hole. Oh and yes, my sister is still alive and we support each other emotionally, though she gets in my hair sometimes. I’m living independently from my parents. Still have dreams of becoming noteworthy in history, haha, just a healthy dose of daydreaming don’t overreact.

So what if I had broken dreams. So what if those dreams were stupid and delusional. I believe that people can think of anything that they want to think about and dream about, it makes us human. Realizing what our broken dreams are makes us more human.

[* In the early 80s, presumed Satanic Cults hit the headlines, of tabloids at least, along with reports of LSD-laced magic tattoos. There was a fear of kids getting kidnapped and I remember wearing a rosary and scapular to school which I hid under my uniform.

** There’s this belief that blood reinforces concrete or stone structures, I think it’s some sort of a remnant from our paganistic past that requires blood offerings. If you would observe old school foremen/ construction workers/ carpenters, when they would begin a construction, say a house, they would kill a rooster and drip its blood on what would be the foundation is and roast and eat the chicken afterwards.]

Tucked in [ver 2.0]

Tucked in [ver 2.0]
Naranasan niyo na ba na mapunta sa isang lugar na pare-pareho ang itsura ng mga tao? Hindi sila magkakamukha or kambal pero nagiging magkahawig sila dahil pareho ang dating ng damit, ayos ng buhok, overall appearance. Halimbawa, makikilala mo si barbie kahit naka mermaid or fairy costume pa siya or naka-ball gown or naka-swimsuit. Kasi isa lang ang dating niya. Tapos pag napadpad ka sa lugar na iyon na pare-pareho ang ayos ng mga tao out-of-place ka talaga. Or ikaw ang pagtatawanan kasi iba ka. Ok lang sa kin yun. Halos iba-ibang dimension na ng twilight zone ang napasukan ko. Pero ngayon nasa twilight zone ako ng mga naka tuck-in at pare-parehong buhok.
Tucked in, redundant na daw ito, direct translation ay ipinasok sa loob sa loob, hehe. Pero sanay tayong mga pinoy na gamitin ang terminong ito [tak-in pag Pinoy na pinoy ang translation]. USO ang tak-in sa opisina namin, ewan ko ba. Parang ito ang kanilang fashion protocol. Pero kakaiba ang dating, hindi ko ma-explain. Babae, lalake, bading, tibo, matangkad, pandak, mataba, payat nakatak-in!! Kalayaan nilang gawin iyon, mystifying lang haha. Ako tuloy ay out-of-place, haha. Hindi naman ako mahilig makiuso sa mga bago sa fashion [victims?] hehe. Wala akong pakialam sa kanila, wag lang nila akong pakialaman. Pero nangingialam sila eh. Pasensya na sila hindi ako naaapektuhan sa tyranny of the majority.
Less angst, less okray tong post na to, pano nabura ko yung unang post about tucked in. Sayang ang saya pa naman namin ng mga kaibigan ko kanina, nung pinag-uusapan namin ang mga nakatak-in.

Loner

Sociable. Ito ang description saken ng isang kaibigang malapit. Friendly at maraming kakilala. Natatawa naman ako kasi tingin ko sa sarili ko loner ako. Kahit marami akong kasama, maraming tao sa isang lakad at nakikipagkwentuhan pa sa kanila pakiramdam ko parin loner ako. Minsan walang choice dahil nadadala ako ng social expectation to be sociable. Humans are meant to be sociable daw. Hindi ko naman pinaplastik mga kasama ko, dahil kung ayaw ko talaga, gagawa ako ng paraan para iwasan ang taong ayaw ko, mapalayo man ako ng daan, basta masasalubong ko iiwas pa rin ako. Pero mababait naman kasi ang karamihan sa kakilala ko, hindi ko lang talaga ka-close. Hay labong ipaliwanag.

Loner ako na tipong kahit walang kasabay mag-lunch o magyosi, kaya ko. Kahit magbasa lang ako sa isang sulok, ok lang. Mag-isa ako sa bahay, masaya pa ko. Madalas umiiwas ako sa crowds kasi naiingayan ako. Nagsasawa din akong lumabas kasama ng mga kaibigan ko pag marami kami masyado. Pero minsan gusto ko rin. Hindi naman ako depressed, may kasama o wala ok lang pareho. Siguro ang gusto kong sabihin, aanhin ko ang maraming kasama kung hindi naman sila masarap kausap. Para lang accessories, hindi kailangan, pero magandang tignan. Nakaka-guilty kasi madalas napakagenuine ng kanilang concern saken, pero pag namatayan sila ng kamag-anak parang hindi ko maramdaman ang kanilang kalungkutan at ang need for me to comfort them. Empty words.

Marami akong tunay na kaibigan, hindi lang nagkakasabay-sabay silang kasama ko, paisa-isa, padalawa-dalawa. Madalas true friend + a horde of acquaintances. Siguro masisiyahan akong lumabas kasama ang isang tropa pag nagkasama-sama lahat ng true friends ko, pero malabong mangyari sa ngayon. So loner ako, nahihirapan akong maging sociable. May lump sa dibdib ko pag ako'y naka-smile while saying empty words. Hindi ko sila pina-plastik, nahihirapan lang akong mabuhay nang ganon pero hindi maiwasan.

Trabaho

They are paying me to surf. Hehe. Not really, its just that I have a new job, tapos na kasi training pero wala pa kong mga login para sa mga tools. Haha. [Para po sa mga hindi maka-relate, sa callcenter po ako nagtatrabaho.] Kaya eto, sinisipag gumawa ng pangalawang post.

Nung bata pa ako, wala pang call centers kaya hindi masasabing pinangarap ko ito. Di ba noon ang mga cliche na sagot sa tanong "anong gusto mo maging paglaki mo?" [tanong ng mga makukulit na matandang paulit-ulit lang ang mga questionnaire; "ilang taon ka na?"; "how are you?"; etc., etc..] ay doktor, nurse, engineer, scientist, astronaut!!! Wala akong mga kababatang naging astronaut. Yung iba nurse, engineer, scientist/science teacher, yung iba puro pre-med hindi naman natutuloy sa pagiging doktor. Naisip ko tuloy, ano kaya ang mga gustong maging ng mga bata ngayon. Ang dami ng posibleng career: starstruck; PBB; sexbomb dancer. Nakakalungkot pero nung minsang naglalakad ako sa isang paaralang elementarya malapit samen, [uwian na nila, ako kagigising lang] nagpapatalbugan ang mga bata sa gusto nilang maging paglaki nila, at ang mga nabanggit kong "career" ang mga pinapangarap. Meron pa nga gustong manalo sa Wowowee.

Wala namang masama mangarap ng ganon ang mga bata. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako nalungkot, hindi na doktor, nurse o engineer ang mga usapan. Pero malay ko, baka nga sila pa talaga ang maging doktor, engineer o astronaut sa hinaharap. Karamihan kasi ng mga kababata ko [nung elementarya at high school], kahit ano pa man ang tinapos, call center pa rin. Mga nilalang na may mga pinangarap ngunit natalo ng dala ng pangangailangan.

Buhay Blog

Blog. Tagal ko nang ginawa tong blog site ko, wala naman akong pi-nost liban sa picture. Pero bigla akong nakapagdesisyong mag-blog.

Hindi ako mahilig sa blog, pero meron akong malapit na kaibigan na buhay niya ang blog. Mas marami siyang nasasabi sa blog niya kumpara sa harap ng ibang tao. Minsan maski sa harap ko hindi niya nasasabi. Naisip ko tuloy mas convenient nga naman ang pagba-blog para makapaglabas ng mga kuro-kurong imbes na nabubulok sa pagmumuni lamang ay nababasa pa ng iba. Mabuti ng kahit anonymous ka may nakikiayon sa iyo or rumereaksyon kesa naman magapangan lamang ng mga ipis ang journal sa ilalim ng kama o mag-amoy naptalina sa loob ng aparador. Nag-blog hopping ako sa mga links ng kanyang site at nabasa ang blogs ng blog friends niya. Iba-iba ang konsepto't mga pananaw, creative ang layout ng iba. Ok pala. Meron pang link akong napuntahan na ayaw sa mga mahihirap [hindi niya blog friend ito, kinumpara lang sa kanya kahit malayo naman ang tema ng kanilang blog]. Sa dinami dami ng mga magaganda at nakakaaliw na blog, matapos kong mabasa ang blog ng isang taong galit na galit sa mga mahihirap at mga taong nagtatrabaho sa callcenter, napagdesisyunan kong mag-blog.

Bakit? Kasi mejo sikat ang blog niya at maraming negative comments, puro anonymous naman. Gusto ko sanang magpost ng comment dun kasi naapektuhan ako, hindi...disturbing kasi ang nilalaman. Gusto ko siyang pagalitan at awayin...pero ayokong patulan, pinigilan ko sarili ko. Gagawa ako ng sariling blog. Kung siya may layang mangalit, ako rin. Kung siya pare-parehong pagiging "poser" na katauhan ang nababasa, ako hindi [Poser blogger na ang term ko na sa kanya ngayon]. Kagaya ng ibang nilalang na nagtatago sa anonymity ng internet o kahit hindi nagtatago gumagamit ng internet para lang mailabas ang mga konseptong hindi sinisiwalat sa iba at mga identity akala ng iba wala ka pwede sa blog. Alam kong alam na ito ng iba pang nagba-blog. Tingin ko si "poser" blogger ay maraming mga frustrations, marami din siyang mga followers na ang tawag sa kanyang posts ay satire [pero sa tingin ko hindi satire, pero sa akin lang 'yun], gusto lang niyang maglabas ng isang bahagi ng kanyang pagkatao, malay ko ba, isa pala siyang napakabait at charitable na tao. Gusto ko lang i-welcome ko ang sarili ko sa mundo ng pagba-blog, kung may mag-welcome na iba SALAMAT na marami.