there is light at the end of the tunnel. and it's coming from a train. it just hit me: i am my religion.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

mr. magalona, the man from manila

as one of those who lived in thehip-hoppin' 90's, i'm supposed to say something to francis magalona.

pare, you made nasyunalismo cool. i commend you for that.

at the time when we imported items flooded the Philippines, you managed to shake us from neo-colonialism with your makabayan chants.

at sige na nga, aminin na: i memorized mga kababayan ko, learned to do the running man and sang cold summer nights when sad. that's coz you said so. that was eons ago.

now that you're gone, please send somebody else, someone like you.