strange what happens when i let my id and ego run amok while my superego takes a break.
i was walking home this evening along the streets of tondo after finishing my workout. tonight was a good workout session as i got to do a lot. sure it took me around 3 hours to finish but at least i felt not a minute of it was wasted. anyways! so there i was walking in the deserted streets of my ghetto neighborhood, veins surging with enough testosterone i presume, to straighten me out, when i happened to look up into the night sky. oh my, i recall saying to myself in my most manliest of tones, the moon is full tonight, and it was beautiful. out of the (midnight) blue, i found myself singing under my breath while dimly lit jeepneys and 18 wheeler trucks pass me by....
"somewhere out there, beneath the pale moon light, some one's thinking of me, and loving me tonight...." with matching vibrato pa!
it was either the effect of the full moon on my already blood-deprived brain or this was just me finding an opportunity to sing one of the few songs i know, since, well, the situation was just PERFECT for a musical number!! i say, it was a little of both.
like in all things unusual with me, i can often trace back the origins of my peculiarity with my upbringing. in this case, how my yayas, bless THEIR many souls since i think i had a battalion who handled me as i grew up (none could last long enough. i was told to be quite a gremlin), would park me in front of a disney cartoon, hoping, praying that it would be sufficient to keep me still long enough for them to do their "normal" yaya duties.
so there i was, impressionable me, my tabula rasa subpsyche slowly absorbing the lessons of the world through the instructions given by wizards and puny kings, by talking mice, ducks, dogs, deers, owls and what ever other animal that stowed away in Noah's ark, and by princesses who SING at every chance they get! the latter probably the cause why their stepmothers would sinisterly plot their untimely demise (we all know these tales have been sugar coated to be more GP). like an unknowing participlant in a top secret brainwashing program by the US government, i eventually succumbed to the subliminal suggestions and made the weird connection between cartoons, and that they were a metaphor for real life (even before i knew what a metaphor was). valuable lessons and slivers of wisdom were soon derived during these formative years and habits, odd practices and a different perspective in life eventually formed.
so now, it's no surprise that people find me more animated than your average human being, that sound effects and weird gestures are part of my normal vocabulary and expression, that i quote lines made popular by talking animals like they were passages from the Bible, and why, on certain RARE occasions, i suddenly would just burst into song.
no wonder on my last trip to sagada, i had this incredible urge to suddenly bolt out running unto the edge of the precipice, with an orchestra gearing into a crescendo in my head and sing... "the hills are alive!!!!! with the sound of muuuuuuusssiiiiiic!"