Somewhere Down the Road

My on and off friends, who I will not name are on the rocks lately.

The guy asked me, “Tol pa-send naman ng lyrics ng Somewhere Down the Road,” as he has no online access, just company emails.

Bright bulb turned on: RIDICULE TIME!

I replied with lyrics from my mind:

 

“We had the right love at the wrong time

I guess I always knew inside

Blah Blah Blah Blah

 

I understand more than you think I can

And if you now on your own

We hope (?)  you find your way back home

 

That somewhere down the road

Our roads are gonna cross again

It doesn’t really matter when

 

But somewhere down the road

Our roads are gonna cross again

It doesn’t really matter when

 

Sometimes ‘goodbyes’ are not forever

It doesn’t really matter when youre gone

Blah Blah Blah Forever

 

Isang paragraph na di ko alam

 

Repeat Chorus

 

Letting go is just another way to say I’ll always love you so

 

Repeat first paragraph

 

Repeat Chorus

 

He angrily replied, “Search mo naman ‘yung tamang lyrics, naman to oh!”

 

 I replied with the correct lyrics but I won’t let this pass, (see parantheses for your perusal):

 

We had the right love (yun yun eh!)
At the wrong time (ows?)
Guess I always knew inside (oh alam no pala eh)
I wouldn’t have you for a long time (ouch)

Those dreams of yours (nakaktulog ka pa ba?)
Are shining on distant shores (sa pinas to)
And if they’re calling you away (Dubai to)
I have no right to make you stay (I-de-deport na)

But somewhere down the road (Maktoum Road?)
Our roads are gonna cross again (ah Clocktower)
It doesn’t really matter when
But somewhere down the road (EDSA?)
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong with me

Sometimes good-byes are not forever (sometimes they are)
It doesn’t matter if you’re gone
I still believe in us together (di rin)
I understand more than you think I can (hehe. tanga ka raw)
You have to go out on your own
So you can find your way back home (Manila)

And somewhere down the road (Rigga Road)
Our roads are gonna cross again (ah fish round about)
It doesn’t really matter when
But somewhere down the road (Sheik Zayed Road)
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong with me
Letting go is just another way to say
I’ll always love you so (shuhada!)

We had the right love (Oohhhh)
At the wrong time (Aaahhhh)
Maybe we’ve only just begun (Ooooh)
Maybe the best is yet to come (Aaaahhhh)
‘Cause

Somewhere down the road (Quezon Ave?)
Our roads are gonna cross again (Ah Memorial Circle)
It doesn’t really matter when
But somewhere down the road (Roxas?)
I know that heart of yours
Will come to see
That you belong
With me (not in Dubai)

 

Denied!

I was still sulking on my US Visa denial when MJ heard the news, “Denied ka!? Bakit!?”

“Eh denied eh,” I answered.

“Madali lang daw maka-apply ngayon eh,” he stated, “Yung kaibigan nga ni kuya, yung na-stroke, multiple entry pa ang nakuha!”

“Ah, sige hindi na lang, ayoko na magka-visa kung ma-iistroke din naman.”

 

Orange Girl

This post is four months overdue but I’ll post it anyway.

During our Christmas Party, I decided to block Bing’s face from every photo-op possible with an orange just for the heck of it (Bing: Orlee! Ang kulit mo!)

 

It’s Jules’ Turn

Rommel, Jules, Ronald and I went to church this morning. After church, we decided to go to City Centre.

Ronald paid for the taxi going to church while Rommel and I paid for the taxi from St. Mary’s to the mall.

Ronald screamed, “Hoy! Jules! Ikaw naman sa taxi pauwi mamaya!”

“Oh! Bakit ako nanaman? Ako na kanina ah!” he claimed.

“Kelan kanina?” I asked Jules.

“Sa offertory! Ako lang nag-abot kanina. Para sa ating lahat na ‘yun,” he answered.

 

Brunei Air

I told Ronald, who is flying home to the Philippines this July 2nd, “Bet! (Better) Merong mura lang na flight! 2,000.00 Dirhams lang! Actually mga 2,050 pero ayus na ‘yun di ba!?”

“May ticket na kaya ako, Cathay Pacific, 2,400 Dirhams” he answered, “Anong airline?”

“Brune Airi!” I answered enthusiastically, “May stopover pa sa Bandar Seri Begawan! Nakapunta ka na ba ‘dun?”

“Bet! Ano ba ‘yan!” he screamed sarcastically, “Parang domestic airline lang! Baka ‘di naman ako makauwi nun!”

 

Ind vs Phi

Two years ago, I posted ‘Jap vs Phi’ after I came back from my one week trip from the Land of the Rising Sun.

This time, I decided to orient everybody the difference between Indian-English and Philippine-English…

Ind: What to do?

Phi: What should I do with these?

***

Ind: How are you?

Phi: Hi!

***

Ind: Tell me.

Phi: How may I help you?

***

Ind at 4pm: Good evening!

Phi at 4pm: Good afternoon!

***

Ind: Snap me.

Phi: Take a pik-choor of me.

 

The Gum Incident

While waiting for Wowowee in Dubai (waiting meant 3 hours standing in the field in Dubai Festival City at the sun’s highest point), my flatmates and I got tired and exhausted. No food and water was allowed inside the venue while people of all ages, nationalities and odor were cramped in the big venue. It’s a stampede waiting to happen.

Lycel and Bing lied down on the concrete floor to hide from direct sunlight by the shadows cast by me, Gab and Jules.

Gab was chewing gum at that time and ofcourse to kill the time, we goofed around. While goofing around, his gum accidentally fell from his mouth and landed on Lycel! On Lycel’s crotch area! He was so embarrassed that he almost picked up the gum.

“Ay shit! Sorry!” Gab screamed while almost acting on picking it up.

I stopped him, “Gab! Huwag!” because I was embarassed for the almost crotch action.

Lycel, on the other hand, realized the gum on her ‘pants’ and was disgusted by it. She can’t do anything about it because of Gab’s saliva all over the gum.

We were all laughing hard at the thought of it, when Lycel stood up and made the gum fall off.

 

Sleep Talkin’ 5: Fish Host

This is not my sleep talking entry. Apparently, sleep talking runs in the family…

Tem, Carla and Kat share a room provided by their Food and Service Company, Wafi. One night, Carla overheard Tem sleep talk saying, “Lemon Sauce? Lemon Sauce,”

After they all woke up the next morning, Kat told Tem, “Girl, Kahit tulog ka na nag-fi-fish host ka pa!?”

 

Nose Job

One good friend of mine had a nose job, I asked her, “Bakit ka nagpa-noselift?! Ang kulit mo!”

“Wala gusto ko lang,” she answered.

“Oh, mag-ingat ka! Maraming nagkakamali ng opera lumulubong na lang bigla ang ilong. Ano next? Boobs!?” I asked.

“Sssshhhhh! Huwag mo akong patawanin! Bawal pa akong tumawa saka maligo!”

“Yuck! Di ka pa naliligo?”

 

Worst Name Ever

My name is Orlando Baldedara. My company email puts my last name first, baldedara,  then my first name’s initial: O. Hence my company email is baldedarao@<company>.com. Because of this, I’ve been called alot of names:

1. Bald
2. Baldy
3. Balded

Worst of all? It’s Belbarao. Dunno where did that come from.