You Served Us Well.

I still remember the day when Mum brought you home. She wanted to have a guitar at home just because "every Filipino household should have one", being the musically inclined people that Filipinos are. My aunt would often play with you and I'd be listening, and sometimes even sing while you were being played. But never did I touch you. Not until 10 years later. Three weeks ago, to be exact. I strummed, plucked, flunked my barre chords (screw you, F and B)and had my fair share of "kalyos". But I couldn't stop. I was slowly falling deeper and deeper in love with the kind of music that I've been making. I couldn't stop. But then you started to sound weird. At first I thought I just had to re-tune the chords, and so I did. But to no avail. I examined you and was surprised to see that there were already cracks on your body. I don't remember bumping you to any of the walls in our house nor dropping you. I guess this is what happens when you let an acoustic turtleback (with pick-up) sit on one corner of your room for ten years then play with it again.

You've served us well, Pogs. You can rest now.