#PAGTATAGWorldTourToronto

Pagtatag world tour for this popular boy band from the Philippines came to Canada in August of 2023 and I was there to witness their awesomeness.

Just reconnected via chat with my BFF in the Philippines and lo and behold, she had great things to say about SB19 and encouraged me to see them since they are actually stopping in Canada. When I researched about the group, I saw that their concert is just a 5 minute drive from where I live. Although the price of the tickets were expensive, I decided I wanted to see and experience what my BFF is talking about.

I was able to find a concert partner goer, that is my sister. I’ve watched a few videos of SB19 from the past including some guestings they’ve done on YouTube. I did not want to overwatch and kill the surprise of their show so I was really excited to watch them.

The Pickering Arena was packed. It was a SOLD OUT show. The show starts and the crowd goes wild. Their fans (A’Tin) a play on 18 as followers of SB19 and “Atin”, a tagalog word meaning “OURS” were excited and eager – and so was I.

Although this group of 5 boys (men) were on their own – no band, no backup dancers – they delivered.

Their vocals were great. The songs were amazing and the dancing was up top. They were in sync on the steps/choreography. It was nice to see and listen to them. I would have preferred a live band, a less bass in the sound system (this is just me complaining because I am old). Maybe, future concerts will provide this. I think they were going for a rock/live concert feel and this was definitely achieved.

After the show, I started watching more of their videos and I was hooked.

I also published a video of their opening song on YouTube and it’s now hitting almost 10K views. A’Tin fans definitely could not get enough of SB19.

I can say I am now a member of A’Tin.

#sb19gento #pagtatagworldtour

#SB19A’Tin #SB19TeamCanada

A sad story, a commercial with a heart, a letter of emotions, a quote, a proposal, a wedding, a funeral, a sad song

Give me a sad song and the water works will flow , it doesn’t even have to relate to my life but if the singer touches me and my inner soul of despair. I somehow, feel the pain the song is trying to imply

Well, no one does it better than Adele. She simply knows how to convey a song’s emotion.

Here’s the lyrics to my fave song of hers

All I Ask by Adele

[Verse 1]
I will leave my heart at the door
I won’t say a word
They’ve all been said before, you know
So why don’t we just play pretend
Like we’re not scared of what is coming next
Or scared of having nothing left

[Pre-Chorus]
Look don’t, get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is

[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a mem’ry I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?

[Verse 2]
I don’t need your honesty
It’s already in your eyes and I’m sure my eyes, they speak for me
No one knows me like you do
And since you’re the only one that matters, tell me who do I run to?

[Pre-Chorus]
(Now) don’t , get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is

[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?

[Bridge]
Let this be our lesson in love
Let this be the way we remember us
I don’t wanna be cruel or unjust
And I ain’t asking for forgiveness
All I ask is…

[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I’m more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?

Every day is a day of chance to learn.

We go about each day in a routine like manner. Do you remember what you’ve done from the time you wake up to the time when your head hits the pillow? Sometimes, I cant even remember what I had for breakfast or how I drove from home to work and vice versa. The day just went on a blur. This is especially true when there are so many things to do , when there is not even time to take a deep breath and relax. That there is not enough time in day to accomplish all the things that need to be done.

However, there comes a time when there is just a time in one’s life to take that opportunity and take on each moment and reflect. Take things slow, “Stop and smell the roses” . Its an old cliche but it makes sense. Mind you, this opportune time does not come often. So now that I have it, I am taking advantage and thinking and maybe sometimes over thinking about what I can reflect on.

I’ve decided to restart writing again. Maybe not as often as I would want but nonetheless, still write something, Anything.

I’ve read some of my previous blog entries and they weren’t so bad.

Well, here’s to a day of learning, a day to expand a little cell in my brain and a nudge to oneself to bring a smile to my face and someone else’s !

Lets see what this New Year has in store for me

I have decided to start blogging again

 

 

This is a repost

Cabbage Salad

1 red cabbage – chopped

Dressing:

½ cup white sugar
½ cup oil
½ cup white vinegar
½ cup water
2 tsp soya sauce

Put all ingredients in a jar & shake well.

Crispy Seasoning:

¼ cup butter
1 cup slivered almonds
½ cup sesame seeds
2 packages “Mr. Noodles” – crushed – do not use the seasoning packet

Melt the butter on a cookie sheet, add the crushed noodles, almonds and sesame seeds. Toast in the oven until brown, allow to cool.

Just before serving add the crispy seasoning to the cabbage. Pour dressing over and mix well.

This makes a large bowl of salad – enough to feed at least a dozen (or more).
I usually prepare everything and just make small amounts as I need it.

 

**thanks to flickr Ruthieki’s photostream for the photo

Let us celebrate the birth of Jesus. HE is the reason for the season. A Merry Christmas to all!

If you have 5 minutes to spare. Watch this slideshow/movie
A Silent Night

There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go. – Author Unknown

Sept 17, Tatay was 74 . The good Lord has taken him from us.
I am so sad

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Si Tatay

My Tatay (father) turns 70 today.

My father came from a big family. His father had quite a few wives so he has a lot of half-sisters and half-brothers as well. Good thing he did not turn out to be a ladies man like his father. He has always been a loyal husband and a loyal father. I never met his father nor his mother – my grand parents – since my father was orphaned really young. He is the youngest in his family so he came to his sisters as his mother/father figure.

My father is a great disciplinarian. He had this special call//whistle done thru his tongue/mouth and when we heard this loud shrilly sound, we’d all come running home from wherever we were. He made sure we had dinners togeher and had outings as well.

I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl. I remember telling off my mother to my dad as soon as he comes in the door after a day’s work. When asked who I loved more (they always ask that when you are small). My answer would alway be “Tatay” ofcourse. Whenever he would ask me to ran an errand for him (e.g. buy a few sticks of cigarettes – Hope was the brand name I always bought for him then), I always end up with a few loose change in my pocket. And whenever I’d ask for money, he’d simply put his hand in his pocket and give to me whatever is there. He was a generous man and still is.

I think he showed me off to his co-workers then as well. The stories were ridiculous so I’d rather not publish anything about it here. As far as I know, it just shows how proud he is of me.

Tatay used to have luscious and thick black hair. I remember how shiny and sticky it was. He used a lot of pomade then. Now, its thinned out and you can see more of his head. I’ve always thought that I got my hair genes from my Tatay. I just hope mine doesn’t thin out like his did.

Speaking of hair, Tatay is a great barber. He does not do it for a living but he cuts every guy’s hair in our family (except my husband’s – I guess, hubs is too scared my dad will cut something else, he!he!). Even his friends come to him for their regular hair cut. Hey, I think he even gets paid sometimes.

In the process of migrating here to Canada , the medical tests showed a few irregulaities in his lungs and that was the end of his smoking. He dropped it just like that and I am so happy he did. Oh, the sacrifices you do for your family. I guess, he really wanted all of us to live a good life. Well, that’s how its always been perceived…life in the Western world is more prosperoous. But that’s not what my post is about, so …let me go on.

On our 2nd year here, he had a heart attack which thank God was only mild but nonetheless, it has brought him so much pain and the on set of athritis, high blood pressure and diabetis came as well. So now, he takes different kinds of pills everyday. I am just thankful that he is still with us today and celebrating his life with his children and grand children all together.

We’ve been planning to get a big party going for him but it fell under the cracks . So the family decided to give him a surprise gift instead. A trip to Las Vegas for him and my mother.

Today however, we will have a small impromptu get together and greet him with lots of hugs and kisses.

So to you Tatay, I love you and may you stay longer and live a healthier senior life.

So many webs to clean. In and out . Physical and spriritual.
So much time wasted. If only i can have 48 hours a day.