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TADAAAAN!!!

The Backyardigans!!!

Hi, I'm Pablo.
My name's Tyrone.
I'm Uniqua.
I'm Tasha.
And my name is Austin.
And we're ...


Your backyard friends, the Backyardigans!
Together in the backyard again,
In the place where we belong,
Where we'll prob'ly sing a song,
And we'll maybe dance along.

We've got the whole wide world in our yard to explore.
We always find things we've never seen before.
That's why every day we're back for more
With your friends, the Backyardigans.

to mama, with so much love

and why i celebrate today:

1. you have promised to love papa above and beyond the context of marriage.
2. you have agreed to be a mother biologically to me and merlou, and whole heartedly to kuya kris, kelly, ate kareen, kuya karlo and kuya patrick.
3. because merlou dave won't be as happy as he is now without his "mama" in you.
4. because 23 years and 21 days ago, you have endured a 48 hour labor before giving birth to me.
5. for giving me a pa-star name that you consistently tell me na unique at lagi naman namimiss-spell at miss-pronounce, nevertheless, i can't and won't imagine having a name other than ma. pheona monica. aww, you dropped the monica pala. lucky me.
6. you have instilled the value of family, love, forgiveness and positive outlook towards life and living it.
7. for not sending me home after three months of my "testing" studies in tacloban.
8. for naming after me our garments manufacturing business. hahaha! sosyalan lang!
9. be cause you let me hug you alooooot and..
10. for hugging me so tight when i'm sleeping.

ten is microscopic. enumerating the number of times that you stand by the term and your role as a mother is a futile attempt. you've done so much and getting in return less. the pureness of your heart is the safe blanket that keeps me and noynoy going and getting tough wherever we're going.

we love you

and we intend to show it

in all the more-than-one ways that we know of.

love is a word you're spelling out for us

and that we'll say out loud back to you

through all it's possible definition.

happy mother's day mama!

limbo

and you can never please everybody.
how many times should i tell myself and remind my senses not to pout when someone comes my way and show their different degree of dislike towards me? how many effin times, maphene?

sort of a love letter

if there's something that i've adamantly told my self and some of my beloved persons, is that i haven't fallen in love/lurve yet and will never ever write (or post in this case) something like what you'll read below...until..this... very... moment. until 'his' moment. so, here, a sort of what you may or can call a love letter for someone who might not get the chance to read this. but emotions are emotions, that is if contained, will just outpour itself in your most unimaginable way. so let me do it my way...

to you who is most concerned,

i almost succeeded in convincing myself that the hate i'm feeling for you and your animosity towards me will eventually lead to my freedom from this fiasco.
but yes, almost, just almost.
on the verge.
getting there.
haphazardly done.
and it's all because i saw you so vulnerable, sad and alone. maybe because i have juxtaposed your disposition against mine and i've felt responsible for the loneliness and wariness that you're in. because of this, i almost broke my society-based-wall and have hugged you without any explanation, without a single damn care of what they will say about me. i like you and that what should have just mattered. but i didn't. because i have seen the dislike in your eyes when i tried to give you my all-heart-out smile. it hurt. but it hurts more seeing you so lonely, no friends at all.

i could have been that friend. i wish that i'm that someone who will make you laugh and will show you the world of stories i've so many to offer. my current story is yours but i've some other to tell that my heart tells me you'll definitely like and eventually will cultivate that sound of laughter i love hearing from you. so priceless. so you see, i don't bother how corny is spelled, baby.

you seated beside me and i, again, almost told you that i never expect anything in return or any kind of reciprocation. all i just want to tell you because somehow, i believe that you deserve to know that your mere presence makes someone's moment in time worthwhile and living.

you've been great to me in more ways than one that i know of and if you'll stay the same, i don't know how will i cross next bridge from there. but again, the warmth i feel every time you initiate a conversation, is a piece of happiness beyond definition.

thank you.

sincereliestiest,
m.e.