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Kagabi ko pa iniisip ito, e.  Tapos ngayon-ngayon lang, nataymingang may nabasa akong post na ang title ay "Walang Pamagat."

Tanong lang po. Kapag ba ang isang akda ay pinamagatan ng "Walang Pamagat," ginagawa ba nitong may pamagat ang akdang walang pamagat?

Pero nung nag-iisip ako kagabi e, English ang takbo ng utak ko.

Does giving an article the title "Untitled" make the untitled titled?

Solitaire

Parang ako lang yung sinasabi ng kanta

Solitaire
by Clay Aiken

There was a man, a lonely man
Who lost his love through his indifference
A heart that cared, that went unshared
Until it died in his silence

And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself, it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire

Another day, a lonely day
So much to say that goes unspoken
And through the night, his sleepless nights
His eyes are closed, his heart is broken

And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself it's easy to pretend
She's coming back again

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire

A little hope, goes up in smoke
Just how it goes, goes without saying
Solitaire
And by himself it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again
Ohhh

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire
Solitaire, solitaire

Bonding Time with Siblings

Pagdating ng 2012, apat na taon na na hindi na ako nakatira sa house namin sa Tondo.  I'm living alone now in Parañaque.  One of the things that I miss is my bonding time with my brothers and sisters.  We are seven and I am the eldest.  Pag nagkaipon-ipon kaming magkakapatid, ang daming kwentuhan.  Usually katatawanan tungkol sa aming mga sarili, sa isa't isa, at sa mga kakilala.

Ito ang isang kwento ng brother ko na nasa Palawan ngayon.

Nung high school pa siya dito sa Manila noon, meron siyang isang klasmeyt na may pagkabingi.  Tawagin natin siyang Bing.  Isang  araw, mga apat o lima silang magkakaklase na naglalakad sa Sta. Cruz.
Klasmeyt 1:  Nagugutom na ako. Kain tayo diyan sa Goodah.
Bing:  Anong Buddha?  Baka Bodhi!!!

Isang araw ulit, nag-dinner sila buong klase sa isang pizza parlor.
Girl Klasmeyt:  Naku, late na tayo makakauwi nito.  Tatawag muna ako sa bahay. May phone kaya dito?
Bing:  Anong Coke? Ayan na nga ang Pepsi, o!!!

Ang mga mahina ang tenga, kadalasan, malalakas ang boses para marinig din nila ang sarili nila.  Kaya kadalasan, ang ending ng conversation with parents sa bahay ni Bing ay ganito:
Erpats:  Bing, bakit mo ako sinisigawan?

Eto naman ang kwento ng sis ko na sumunod sa akin:
Pagdating niya sa bahay, tinanong niya yung isa pang sis namin.
Sis1:  Nakita mo ba yung ale doon sa kanto kanina?
Sis2:  Bakit?
Sis1:  Tatanga-tanga.  Kung saan-saan nakatingin.  Nahulog tuloy sa butas.  Ito pa nga yung mga galos o. (Sabay turo sa sarili niyang binti).