Kahit Ika'y Panaginip Lang, Tuwing Umuulan at Kapiling Ka.. You

When I saw a 4-CD Basil Valdez anthology, I HAD to have it..!  So I’m turning nostalgic and ultra senti here listening to Ngayon, You, Kahit Ika’y Panaginip Lang.. over and over again, in ultra-low volume, but enjoying it to the hilt.  Am I glad Basil Valdez cut so many albums before going into retirement.  Nothing beats the original version indeed..

There were so many new artists on the CD shelves Alan and I gambled on a few and were quite happy with most of the CDs we purchased.  Still, it’s the original OPM artists we grew up with that give us greater pleasure. 

I’m one of those closet Barry Manilow fans who find such thrill listening to the ballads of the likes of Hajji Alejandro and Basil Valdez.  While Alan and I have moved on to listening to Rachel Alejandro’s version of NAKAPAGTATAKA and more recently, MYMP’s done live, you can’t help but wish OPM was like it used to be.  (For the younger ones who know only of Regine Velasquez and Martin Nievera, you probably don’t have any idea about what I’m talking about.) 

“Kahit na di na gumising pa, wag lang malayo sa piling mo… iniibig kahit ika’y panaginip lang..”  Give me Basil Valdez anytime.

Makati by Day

  

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It was one of those mornings I hied off to the grocery and walked the flyover pedestrian lane connecting Greenbelt III and Landmark. Taking my trusty cellphone camera, I snapped these pictures.

"Hinahanap-hanap kita Manila.. ang ingay mong kay sarap sa tenga.."

 

One of the first pictures I took in Manila while crossing Ayala Avenue via Makati Avenue.  I may not have had the chance to take my Jeepney pictures, but I still got quite a few good shots of citylife in Manila (specifically Makati) as it is now.

 

Heady with JetLag

The rains were worse today.  It wasn’t pouring but the city is blanketed with fog and the mood is definitely grey.  We brought Angel to the daycare center and he fought like anything to keep me from leaving.  I immediately called them back after I arrived at the office and I was assured he was doing fine.  He just stood by the door, perhaps hoping I would come back.

It breaks my heart to think about that — but daycare is a fact of life here in the US.  I can’t wait for Mom to be back — hopefully in four weeks or so..

I’m heady with jetlag again but this time I’m ready with two cans of Red Bull.. one for later and another for tomorrow. I think my body clock is adjusting — I’m getting there. We were all awake by 5AM and we took our sweet time getting ready for the city.  The rains brought heavier traffic down on the highway but it was good once we exited the tunnels to get into Manhattan. 

I’m back in New York .. back home.  Somehow the realization makes me feel a tinge of sadness as I look back at the last three weeks spent in Manila.  Too short a vacation if you ask me.