The year of dead celebrities


So today the world woke up to news that Carrie Fisher of Princess Leia fame is dead. She died days after suffering from heart attack on a flight from London to Los Angeles. Once again the guys and gals on Facebook are chirping about how awful 2016 is, considering the number of noted celebrities who perished this year (George Michael died on Christmas). Well, perhaps so. But on a personal note — and the wifey agrees to this so it’s not just me — 2016 is probably one of the fastest years in recent memory. And that’s good in my book.

Sucks to be at work when my close friends are either on vacation or on leave.

Playlist: Gin BlossomsOutside Looking In: The Best of Gin Blossoms; Trashcan SinatrasIn the Music; MotorheadBastards; Neurotic OutsidersNeurotic Outsiders


A reunion of sorts


Highlight of my weekend was hanging out with my college friends in Amadeo, Cavite. It was fun, although we weren’t there to have fun but to pay our respects to L__’s mother, who died Saturday last week. She was a gracious woman whom we fondly remember for her hospitality  during our college days, when we — a bunch of state university freeloaders— would crash at their place for days, consuming their grub and destroying their provincial peace. It was full-blast nostalgia when I stepped into their house yesterday for the first time in many years. Very little has change. Once our home away from home, it was still as homey as ever. If it weren’t for the casket and the funeral flowers and the bright lights, it would’ve felt like we were still in college.

Life. It’s sad that it has to end someday.

And it’s equally sadder that our little Saturday get-together was made possible by somebody dying. Indeed. What were once unapologetic freeloaders who had nothing but time, are now busy bees with families and jobs and weekend OT…

When you’re dead

Every time an important person dies, when VIPs trip over themselves sending press releases to praise the deceased, I get reminded of this song. Dig the first lines:

“Everybody loves you when you’re dead
And everyone is suddenly your dearest friend
Nobody talks no dirt about you
But life – it just goes on above your head
When you’re dead…”

Everybody loves Sen. Miriam Defensor Santiago today. Everyone is suddenly her dearest friend. Surely, no one is talking dirt about her. Politicians, Supreme Court justices, the communists, heck, even her political nemeses. They are all singing one beautiful song about her.

Not saying she doesn’t deserve it. But I couldn’t help but doubt the sincerity of some of them. I wonder: Who among them condoled with the family first before sending their nicely worded tribute statements to the press? Who among them really mean what they say? And, more importantly, who gives a shit? Just asking.

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Playlist: KreatorEndorama, Various ArtistsSing Street OST,  SlipknotSlipknot