we all have that inner baduy…
For most of the madlang tao, the term baduy has recently come and go beyond ages. Talking about the era of 80’s, baduy is often coined to people who had “poor taste in choosing clothes”. But what can we do if people out there watch the evening teledramas? I, too have a sense of being baduy sometimes. I do think we all have.
Back in the 80’s, my tito will relentlessly wake you up on the morning of 8AM with the cassette playing “Guns N Roses”, “Bon Jovi” and other “Slow Rock” madness. Their wardrobes would definitely yuck your taste out: ripped long checkered sleeves, curly and wavy long hair, bigote, a cigarette clipped on the right side of the ear, washed-out ripped jeans (some, acid wash) in the knees and a Tanduay on one hand. This happens almost everyday. We then all fell in love over Bagets, girls going ga-ga over Aga Muhlach’s baby face, and the colored jeans (that now radically sucks when staged a comeback). I almost forgot, the leopard print leotards and some chuck taylors. Inside me craves a little baduy that comes from TV, music, and fashion style. To this day, I still wear acid-wash jeans, beach with sunset prints t-shirt, a Walkman, Sperry top-siders shoes, straight and not loose pants, and I do listen to some of the hits way back. Probably, the jologs part in me will always live forever on the other side. But in this modern era, baduy comes when people would wear “jejemon caps”, fly like a wanna-be gangster, wear Nike SB shoes that doesn’t actually fit or match in their outfit, or simply cascade a fashion not matching to what they should really be wearing. Being a baduy is simply preferring your style to your own taste.
But who cares, anyway? No one can stop you if you want to watch Sharon Cuneta’s Dear Heart over and over again. Or simply call every amphibian-related aswangs as “Undin” or listen to Sayang na Sayang Na by Manilyn Reynes. Who cares if you sport a tucked-in shirt with a straight, washed out jeans plus chucks (or a top-sider). Who cares anyway. Nobody does. Only a douchebag will do, right?
Wow, I have actually written a 300-word blog entry. Congratulations to me? This day is just boring, so forgive me if I got nothing to do. To add up, I assume of meeting up some certain people and discuss matters needed this coming June. 2010 so far has a happy/sad relationship. Congratulations to Pres. Aquino, also.
