A story retold another time

“In the beginning, I didn't feel much about it

Even if it’s a lie

If we come to love each other like this

Then I wouldn't mind at all”

A re-story retold by a departed in memoriam

A student confesses to her teacher...

The teacher dismisses the admiration...

The teacher is distressed of the passing of his dearly loved...

The teacher promises to not pursue a romanticized commitment again

The student confesses and tells that she is the girl that went away...

The teacher, taken aback, was so glad to see her...

The student's friend tells the student that should study rather than reading his & her diary...

The teacher and student rekindled the memories of the diary...

“The first date...

The first kiss...

The first time...

September 20 (Sunday) Sunny

****o, do remember the first time we had ***?

Are you okay, ****o?

You’re acting a little scary?

We weren't really awkward with each other…but…I’m really happy…”

The student and teacher continued the roughly misinterpreted deeds…

The ecstasy in the ignorance…

“Oct. 29 (Saturday) Cloudy

The day I get admitted at the hospital…My illness finally worsened…”

The student continued to please the teacher in blissful harmony

“November 25^th…

It seems like at this time…I can’t speak that well…

I’m losing more and more of my memories. I can’t remember the letters…”

The students is delightful but more so, thinks that she feels dreadful…

The student’s friend agreed and tells that at the least, she has her reasons…

The student’s friend then discovered a missed entry…

The teacher realized the diary is lost…

The teacher became more forceful in their deeds…

“December 15^th rainy

****o…

It doesn’t look like

I can write

Anymore”

The teacher told the student that because of her mental illness, she began to lose the ability to write…

The next entries thereafter became white…

The next that happened was literally and figuratively, demise in all directions…

The student then tells that this is the only way she could do it, cause she loves him…

The student said that he wanted him to be happy and thought it was a good idea…

“I didn't think about…

How much you two suffered back then…

I’m sorry…”

“Give me back the diary…”

The teacher and student then met again and talked of the events that occurred…

The teacher told the student that she is too innocent, lacking of the princessly feel of her…

“October 24^th Cloudy

Dear ****o,

****o you’re too nice…

I’m sure you’ll just keep holding on to the memories of me…

So let me just say this!

I’ll never forgive you if you blame me…

For being unable to find a new love…

You idiot!!!

I beg of you…

Because…

I love you…”

The memory of love by

A Japanese writer

P.S

This is not a story I made but as stated above from a Japanese writer...This is totally out of the book and unlawful but its a story worthy to be retold in my perspective...I cannot disclose where and what the story is really about which may seem cryptic as it is already...I just took an excerpt of the story truly worthy even with all its bleeps and censorship...You could check it out if you want but just be prepared to what may seem uncanny in its truest colors...it is of mature content...

The Kid In My Mother

Note: Parang weird yung title? hahaha anyway... I think this is yet another childish post but oh well, I am still allowed, right ^^

    I've always believed that nobody could love people equally. Or maybe I'm wrong, please tell me, that will be fine. Maybe I would witness something in the future that will make me change my belief, but if it doesn't, then I've accepted this kind of situation already. Even to me, and to the many wonderful things I pay attention to, it happens.

  And I always thought my mother is exactly an example. When I was younger, I negatively viewed this. That my mother is somehow, from the smallest to the biggest of things, treated my younger sister better despite her being sort of spoiled or something. However, as I grow up, it changes, of course. I thought, maybe because I'm older and more capable on taking care of myself, being more independent, I do not need such attention anymore. And undeniably, my younger sister, despite being this hard-headed and spoiled little brat (who disagrees to help me with the laundry), has a pretty face and a touch of cuteness even a stoic face couldn't resist. So yeah, I was being immature so I've decided to just accept things and appreciate having a complete and happy family.

 Recently, my father and I talked a lot about her secretly, haha. I am used to having meaningful, funny, and memorable conversations with my father whom I look up to a lot. And this time he helps me understand things a bit more, since I'm starting to open my eyes to everything. That includes studying the family members' inner personalities, so we could have a closer and a relationship with less worries in the future. Anyway, the specific topic we talked about was the sudden and 'cute' change in my mother's actions towards me.

  We understand that she is a busy woman, working and earning money for us, and she tends to hangout with her friends, reasons why she wasn't able to get home early and have time for us. Well, who wants to be home early just to do the chores for the rest of the day, right? Sometimes, the routine is not healthy and fun. That's why I'm here (raises my hand) to replace her. But well, something changed about her and we really like it. She started to get all cheerful and laughing once again when she gets home, and sometimes, she would help us with whatever we are doing, even the nonsensical things (Does making a bunch of weird selfies count?). Also, she would initiate a talk with me, and although it wasn't as understanding and as deep as my father's topics, I was beyond happy. Who wouldn't? It was the best feeling. But on top of all that, my father and I noticed a habit she started which she normally doesn't, and I'm surprised when she did it for the first time.

  Okay, so this is not a big thing or a serious thing, but it's a big deal for me, personally. After dinner, or sometimes lunch time, she puts a mug of water beside my plate, only for me. When I haven't noticed it, she would remind me that she got me a drink and that I do not have to go get it by myself anymore. That small move didn't just happened once.

  And I am more surprised when she started doing that everyday. I was happy, because come on! Small things and those little details show the sincerity and care of the person! My father also noticed this, and we shared smiles and soft laughs as we talked about how 'cute' my mother is. Father told me that mom's not really expressive (and I was like 'ooohhhh, that's why'), just like me who doesn't do well in expressing myself except writing. I should've been more considerate and understandable at the beginning, I didn't knew she was having a hard time expressing her love for us. But oh well, I love her own version of expressing haha it's cute, and original. XD

  Then at the end, we've discovered another detail. The mug that mother used to hand me over after our meals, it was the same mug everyday, and I wanted to find the reason why. Father, with a playful smirk on his face, showed me that blue mug and pointed something that answers my sudden confusion, and that is the fact that it is customized, a very familiar name written on the mug. The name was 'Precious', which is just the name of my younger sister.

  Father says, "Maybe she was still thinking of your sister while giving you some water?"

  Eh, but who cares? My mom is cute and I love her!

Kwentong Jeepney

note: These stories were all my experiences. I used to hate na mag-commute but I learned to love it, everytime na sasakay ka ng jeep ibat-ibang kwento yung mae-encounter mo. Maging observant lang tayo and just enjoy the ride.

-Pauwi na ko from school then may sumakay na mag-nanay, si nanay highblood sa anak niya yung anak naman niya iyak ng iyak. Sabi ng nanay "anong iniiyak mo yung grade mo na bagsak o dahil break na kayo ng boyfriend mo sabi ko kasi sayo mag-aral ka lang hindi mag-lande ikaw eh umekstra-curricular activity ka pa napala mo."(si mother hindi man lang maka-hintay na makauwi bago sermunan yung anak niya)

-Yung pag-sakay ko  umandar agad yung jeep tapos naiwan yung sapatos ko sa kalsada. Sabi ko kuya wait bababa ako, pag-akyat ko deadma lang ako kunwari walang nangyari.(pero sa totoo lang hiyang-hiya na ko pero kelangan ko pangatawanan yung kahihiyan ko hahaha)

-May nakasakay rin akong dalawang kolehiyala (kalalakas ng boses kala nabili yung buong jeep) nagtatalo sila kung nasaan yung Trinoma. Sabi ng isang girl "di ba katabi lang ng Greenbelt yun" sabi naman ng pangalawa "hindi ah, nasa may The Fort kaya yun."(seriously kelan pa naging katabi ng Greenbelt or napunta sa Global city ang Trinoma)

-May nakasakay rin ako, akala mo  si ate may photoshoot ng isang shampoo commercial, hindi man lang itali or hawakan yung buhok niya para hindi makaperwisyo.(sarap sabihan teh hindi ako kumakain ng buhok)

-Yung bababa na ko ng jeep tapos ang nasabi ko manong ba-bye na po instead na manong para po. (feeling close kay kuya)

-May nakasakay rin ako na isang couple both of them looked conservative (si ate kuntodo longsleeves pa at mahabang palda) hindi nagtagal pagtingin ko sa kanila si ate halos kumandong na kay kuya (sana kumandong na lang talaga siya nakatipid pa sila) I thought yun na yung worst hindi pa pala, pagkatingin ko ulit sa kanila yung kamay ni ate na sa crotch area na ni kuya. (I was really shocked gusto ko ng sumigaw mga imoral jeep ito jeep hindi motel)

-May nakasakay rin ako na isang pogi he's fom HSI base sa kanyang uniform. I kept on looking on his ID but in a subtle way lang and trying my very best na mabasa yung name niya despite ng pagsusway-sway ng ID niya. And finally huminto yung jeep but to my disappointment bumaliktad yund ID lalong hindi ko nakita.( naalala ko yung line ng fave song ko ng beatles "for if I ever saw you I didn't catch your name but it never really mattered" No for me it mattered)

-Ito yung pinaka-worst na naranasan ko. Malapit na ko sa school ng ma-realized ko na hindi pa ko nagbabayad then it dawned on me na naiwan ko yung wallet ko. Hindi ko na alam gagawin ko naisip ko na mag one-two-three pero natakot ako, ginawa ko humanap ako ng pwede makatulong saken sabi ko sa katabi ko kuya pautang naman babalik ko na lang pag nagkita ulit tayo promise!(with matching taas pa ng kanang kamay) 

P.S.

hahaha I know na walang kwenta, I just wanted to share my stories.

A Heart for a Mission

           
              I and my two other brothers had always wanted to be a part of a mission. But when we had the chance we were a bit of hesitant because it was costly, we have to provide for our airfare, our food and other expenses. But we realized that if we are truly into mission, we have to be willing to sacrifice even our own resources, so we decided to join.
              I always thought that mission were just about sharing the love of God, sharing your blessings and all that sort of things. But when we were already in Davao and I learned that we had no hotel accommodation or any decent place to stay on. I really wanted to back out, but I remembered that we were there for a mission not for vacation. And as we walked towards the mountain and after an endless walk we finally reached the tribal community. And as I'ved looked upon the place and the people my heart went out to them and  I wondered on how they survived in such place, no electricity, no any means of transportation except by walked , a malaria prone area and really it was located in the middle of nowhere in the mountains of Davao, but thanked God they had at least a good water system courtesy of some foreign mission team. The tribe was forgotten by our government as if they were not existing. Most of them were not educated, some of them were still living like a nomads. But despite of their indigent life, they're such a good people. They welcomed us with such warmth and they even prepared some food for us, though very simple still we found it special, arrozcaldo or rice porridge, corned beef and instant noodles. And when we learned the story behind it really made me cry. They only cooked rice for special occasion coz they cannot afford to buy rice but still they cooked it for us, They just have mais, camote, or saging for their everyday meal. And about the corned beef and the instant pancit canton we found out that it came from another mission and they just kept it, so they can served a special meal for visitors. They have nothing to give yet they are still giving. The tribe were blessed with a vast land and yet they are poor. Their situation were really heartbreaking, so for even a short time we made them happy. We gave them some activities that they  really enjoyed, taught them the alphabets and numbers, and most of all we taught them that God loves them and He bestowed them an abundant blessings, we even bathed them and after they took a bath they still wore their dirty clothes because they only had few. And when we took some pictures of them the smiles in their faces gave us a real joy. And as we bid our goodbyes to them and as we started to walk they turned their backs coz they don't want to see us leaving their place. Even for a short time we learned to love those people.

               My brother told me that the main goal of our mission were to blessed those people in our own little way, and for us to remain humble and compassionate. We're planning to go back their in November for a medical mission and will be headed by our very own beautiful doctor and with some of her friends who were also a doctors by proffession.

Hear and smell the breeze

When you do something so unusual in your daily, weekly or monthly schedule...

you tend to experience the strange and the odd of things because simply, it is not the

habit,  pattern, convention and at times regrettably, an inclination.

 Taking the path less taken leads to an occasion doing something for the most basic instance

that creates origin of times that are one of the best if not the best. Recently, I have not

trekked or excavated. Sadly, for the past year, I just got do it twice for the former and for the latter,

it has been 2 or 3 years since my last field season.  So I may be biased in saying this.

But it truly rings truth to the unusual for brings out senses that may seem unfit but actually fits.

 Just like feeling the breeze but smelling it might as well be otherworldly or bizarre at best;  

to the point that you smelled sunshine, the wind, the trees and its leaves and the earth.

Those are moments we need to strive for. Moments that takes us to another world

that is true in the false and true in the true.

Contradiction in essence

Life and reality has its abundant share of contradictions

From hot contradicting cold, big contradicting small, peace contradicting war,

dark contradicting good, and so many others in which one may ask where or

when it will end.

Change is the only constant facet of reality. Is contradictions as well? Is

contradictions in nature good or healthy for the world and its residents?

Contradictions confuse people. One can say that he/she hates you but in actuality

cares for you. One can be so friendly to you but in reality, he/she is your

greatest adversary. One can tell you I will torture you but in totality, I will help

you.In these cases of contradictions, one can truly see what man and woman can

only see - a limited scope of what truthfully is, an instinctive ignorance.

People can read between the lines as much as they can to see contradictions.

People can listen carefully to really hear contradictions. People can thoroughly

feel what is to understand in contradictions.Contradiction is life diversified.

It is part of life that is part of reality's purpose and movement forward,

backward or sideward.

Contradictions are appalling most of the time for it messes your senses in different ways

but then again, contradictions grasped sincerely paves a way to one of life's

finest surprises - a contradiction that takes breaths and words away. This contradiction

of individuals, circumstances,scenarios and moments that though mortifies the

hell out of you for being so effing wrong...beautifully astonishes you into different heights -

making you see that the big difference is only an daydream of what one truly is,

a Godly gift that makes this mess of a world worth something.

this is what open windows does

So for a week, I did not check my email for I have been waiting for something. I just got to read those emails. So I was not expecting so much in regards to that email. I already got to prepare myself for the worse case scenario to lessen the blow. Then what I expected came true, I was accepted then rejected. Goodness man!!! that is not cool, I mean, letting you taste your favorite food with a bowl of it but they just let you get a spoonful...bitch!!! Hahaha...well, that is just bitterness talking...but surprisingly, even if that was the message sent by the email...it did not sting that much...so that bitterness talk was of another story...Anyways, I thought there was only one email but I got a few as well, I saw the ranking and all...I got number one for some, hey!!! Hahaha...so I read the latest email again and again and it struck me, seriously, it was me being stupid already...goodness, I should get it the first time but since I embodied my worst expectation, I did not get to hear the point....I got in.

Have you heard or been to Angkor Wat? Lucky you if you did, I envy you...but not anymore...So just a background...On the latest 22nd of March, I got an email from my amazing prof in graduate school. She emailed us that someone was looking for volunteers for an excavation in a mound in Angkor Wat for 6 weeks...So I was being nerdy and thought it was cool...and its sponsered, hell yeah!!! I told to myself, I need to jump in and try...so I tried...and I got in.

Here is the sucky part of all this, well, sucky is actually subjective...yeah, keep telling yourself that Mr. U...In any case, what I really excited to be part of basically leads to me leaving what I turn to love to do...Well, I could go back and do what I do even if what do is not really good, hahaha...But it would have to later, like a year or two later...I would have love to continue doing it but that opportunity is Godsend man...Can't let it pass...Nonetheless, to you, dreadful of an institution that you call a disaster, damn it...you are special, in almost two months...I will not be in.

   A Mother's love knows no limit                                                                                                                                                

    Note: Please bear with my work.. just my first time to do a poem, this is a free verse poem


    I remember the days when I was still a toddler
   You pampered me with love and care
   And when I was already a teenager you're still there..
   In my weakest moment.. you're my strength
   In my lowest point.. you're my friend
   But now you're in pain, who was to be blame?
   As your body gets weaker, your faith goes stronger
   And as I've looked upon you in your deathbed..
   My tears poured out like a river..
   Even at your last breath you still think about my welfare
   In the future I want to be like you..
   for you are not just a homemaker, but a loving mother too..
   You're not just a mom, You're a supermom
    If others think you are nothing, for me you are everything...



   P.S.
 
  my mother sometimes a nagger, but I don't care.. coz I love her
  This is for my mom,, Happy Birthday!! Love you mom still missing you..
   I know that were gonna meet someday, haha but I don't want it so soon..

God's favorite gifts

I was with a fox that was also a bus last night. I danced my hearts out with big
furry rounded bears two nights ago. While waiting for my mom, I shared a roof with
rabbit that sings with flutes and harps.

Beauty of the imagination can a tell a story that can speak a thousand tales. We
as beings share a fact in each and everyone or thing in this universe and that is
time is bounded to us or we are to it. Demise or new beginning may start after death.
That is fate. We as human beings grow old. We gain so much as we grow, some may gain
more weight than others, but we may also lose something in return. We
may lose track of what is and must be, an embodiment in which God cherishes in
one of His/Her greatest creation, the soul of the young ones that children lives as much as
they can in the days, months and years they are given.

The wonder kids experience just by going somewhere in which old folks like us
see as trivial. Kids see uncanny little tidbits moving in walls, we see ants crawling
to our food. Kids see colorful fans flapping in the air, we see butterflies just
flying. Kids see a big happy red faced something floating in the air, we see an effing
Jolibee signboard. So is maturity truly the best thing while you lose youthfulness?

Just imagine, being inside those kids minds; seeing what they are seeing,
feeling what they are feeling, dancing to what they are dancing,
and experiencing the wonder they see in a world that a whole lot take for granted.
The wonder, magic and curiousity they feel, see, hear and taste could be
boggles the mind. Many if asked and given the opportunity would like to travel
and most will say they will like to go somewhere that they still have gone to.
One big reason is that is something new, one wants to experience the newness
of a place, a feeling that kids most of their childhood experience.

Time passes, age ages and habits change and go but having a youthful heart that
cherishes innocence, curiosity, and wonder from a child in you makes a difference
that is reminiscent of a life of laughter, joy, and fun at the right amount if not more.
Children is one of God's most cherished gifts and if you are believer or not of
a God, let us just think that if we one to be closer to something extraordinary,
let us not forsake a quality, an age, that keeps life a more wonderful home to be
part of - a world of wonder....

P.S.
Just watched a DVD copy of "Big Hero 6" last week with my nephew...and goodness...even though it was my 3rd time watching it, there were these some parts of the movie which I thought was not funny but I got to laugh my hearts out because my nephew led to laughter to the said scenes...It is a good reminder...so fistbump to kids at heart there...tralalalalal!

Beauty of the Broken

Note: This is from somebody who rarely shares anything. Feel free to criticize if you want. 

            Beauty of the Broken

        When have you started caressing the rusty metals of an old gate as if it's freshly painted? When have you admired the fallen leaves on the dusty road? When have you smiled at such a vulnerable and weak person? When have you taken pictures of the torn pieces of old stationery papers? When have you kept a letter with a sloppy handwriting? When have you noticed your admiration for things they call ugly?

        One female noticed this weird perspective of hers. She was a lover of a lot of things that are beautiful in particular. Having no idea whether it's because of her obsession with optimism did she started to notice that people, even those whom she might call her haters, were not completely bad in her sight. At some point, she might silently giggle or smile at a habit or movement a person has been making even if it's normal just like the others. There are also instances when she would admire their appearances and think of how equally beautiful every person was on the hallways and roads she had passed by. And wanting to stay beside an enemy in a coffee shop all day with comfortable silence is most importantly unusual in a normal life flow we knew of. But this is how she lives.

      We wonder why we can still see the positive one among the crowd of negatives on a person or a thing. As someone who is not yet old enough and experienced, I wouldn't know the real reason behind this yet. For now, it would be best to say that it is a healthy exercise of your perspective because from the way you describe others in your point of view, you could always get an easier chance to understand others up to the depths of their personalities. That way, interactions and relationships will get better, more exciting, and more healthy-living. Because subjectively, maybe, beauty is defined on how we see it--without any exact words or actions but spontaneous yet reassuring ones.

 Shout-out kay Carmi ^^ hahah eto na dati ko pa 'tong entry sa isang website kaya napost ko agad xD Tska inedit ko ng konti. Kapag kasi nag isip pako ng isusulat, weeks na itatagal sa draft pa lang. :D

"we accept the love we deserve"

You have a shitty boyfriend that cheats on you. You have a bitchy girlfriend
that takes you for granted. You have a sucky parent that controls you unfairly.
You have a bullshit friend that leaves you to danger. You have a life partner
that make feel so small and disheartedly.

These are feelings or situations that people in a relationship with love may
experience in different spans of time. That would surely be effing stressful,
hassle and disheartening. You may know this already, choose to look the other way
or sadly and probably reasonably have no idea at all.

Ask advice from someone regarding your problems and some may say that you
should just cut or break it off, you deserve better, there are other fishes in the
sea, and many other advices which if hits the spot is so freaking reasonable or
logical.

We accept the love we deserve then spoils all the reason in the world. You can
give a friend, son, daugther or partner all the logical paths to take in a
problem but people in the inside can be as close minded as hell.

We love for simply, we love...sometimes uncontrollably, blindly and blissfully
which is not necessarily a bad thing. You and your wife/husband agaisnt the world
in a boxing match is surely a crazy one that you will lose. But then again,
you accepted what you deserve, what you seek and what you feel.
So world, what the hell, I chose this and I accepted it...

So stupid, is it not...that takes guts, gambling a card that surely will lose 100%
or is it.

People in the inside and the outside are of two different realities, situations
and directions. Openess is still key but also, loving in what we deserve and
accepting it would be love that makes you feel alive and dead at different times.
Something that though shitty it may seem to you or to others is something worth living for...

Well, as wise beatle have said..."All you need is love"

Morning bitches....evening fuckers...

Well, sorry for the language, its just so invigorating...we are not in class already guys...so no holds barred it is...well, not really...just freeing...diss me if you care...haha

Anyways, to my point, I invite you ladies and gents, to continue to post in this blog and give your insights and comments about anything that you feel, like or frown upon...

This is our communal creation of our voices, our book, our history, our life that parts of it we want to share...I'll post some stuff from time to time...so it would be greatly appreciated if you too as well...

So I hope to hear from you guys, and girls soon...

Godspeed...let's life in part through the posts...

P.S.

For the instigator of this blog, those who got invited her, knows her already......don't know if she wants her name to be written here so if  she does not...so to be on the safe side...so just to show appreciation...let us raise our imaginary glass and SALUTE...THANK YOU...also, if you need something...seriously, you can get your favor from me...

utang na loob (reymark legaspi)

Mga pamahiin kapag may patay. (JERICK VERUNQUE and MHIEL LOREMIA)

Pilipino Philosophers (Ms. Eunice Audrey Par and Ms. Nica Patricia Torres)

Bullying (Angeles, Ferrer, and Gonzales)

Filipino Traits(Tim nendo Torre And Andy Heartynazck V. Hugo II) [2videos w/ Ms. Par and Ms. Torre]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBVMakCa18g&feature=youtu.be

Ms. Torre and Ms. Par.

Filipino Traits starring Tim nendo Torre And Andy Heartynazck V. Hugo II

The Forgotten Ones (Palencia,Borrero,Beloy,Pernala)

Documentaryo Tungkol sa Kahirapan (Raymond dedace, Lee ann anding, Jestoni recilla, chinnie salgado, Jm)

DOCUMENTARYO TUNGKOL SA KAHIRAPAN

MAGPAHANGGANG NGAYON, pinagtatalunan pa ng mga eskolar kung nararapat kilalanin o hindi si Rizal bilang ating pambansang bayani. Sa ibang mga bansa, ayon sa mananalaysay na si Renato Constantino, itinanghal na pambansang bayani ang mga naging lider ng kani-kanilang rebolusyon gaya, halimbawa, ni George Washington ng Amerika, ni Lenin ng Rusya, ni Ho Chi Minh ng Vietnam, ni Simon Bolivar ng Timog Amerika, at nina Sun Yat-sen at Mao Tse-tung ng Tsina. Ngunit, sa ating bansa, ayon pa rin sa kanya, “ang ating pambansang bayani ay hindi naging puno ng rebolusyon. Sa katunayan, itinakwil niya ang rebolusyon. Walang pasubali niyang tinutulan ang kilusan nina Bonifacio at ng mga Pilipinong nakibaka upang matamo ang pambansang kalayaan.”

Maaalaala, nang hulihin si Rizal noong Hulyo 6, 1892 at ipatapon sa Dapitan dahil sa pagkakatatag niya ng La Liga Filipina, at nang sadyain siya doon nang malaon ni Dr. Pio Valenzuela upang himuking maging pandangal na tagapangulo ng Katipunan, mahigpit na tinanggihan ni Rizal ang alok na iyon.Hindi ba sang-ayon si Rizal na kailangang makamit ang pambansang kalayaan sa pamamagitan ng himagsikan? O naniniwala kaya siya na hindi pa handa noon ang sambayanan?

Ang kahirapan ang isa sa mga mabibigat ng problema ng ating bansa. Madalas nating sisihin ang maling pamamalakad ng mga pinuno ng bansa, pero sila nga ba ang may kasalanan o tayong mga Pilipino na tamad? Sabi nga nila, “Katamaran ay kakahirapantumbas ng Kahirapan”, tama sila, at tama rin naman ang mga taong nagsasabing nasa gobyerno ang pagkakamali. Sinasabi ng karamihan, kaya sila naghihirap ay sa kadahilanang wala silang trabaho, pero ang totoo, maraming trabahong nakalaan, mapili lang talaga ang mga Pilipino. Pero hindi rin natin sila masisisi, mas pipiliin pa nilang maupo na lang sa isang tabi at manghingi ng limos kaysa magpakapagod sa napakabigat na trabaho at kumita ng isang daang piso sa isang araw, pero sa kadahilanang ito, pinapakita lang natin na tayo ay tamad, pinakadahilan ng kahirapan. Pangalawa sa mga dahilan ay ang maling gawain ng mga pinuno ng ating bansa, ang pagbubulsa sa kaban ng bayan. Ang mga pondo na para sa pagpapaunlad ng buhay ng mga mahihirap ay ginagamit ng mga pulitiko para sa sarili nilang interes. Sapat ang sweldo ng mga pinuno ng ating bansa, ang totoo ay sobra-sobra pa ito para bumuhay ng isang pamilya, pero patuloy pa rin sila sa maling gawain nila. Kamakailan lang ay sinabi na umaangat na ang ekonomiya ng ating bansa, pero wala kahit isa ang nakaramdam nito. Kailangan pa ring pumila ng matagal para lang makabili ng NFA Rice, mataas pa rin singil sa gasolina, sa kuryente at halos sa lahat ng bilihin, hindi kasya ang sweldo ng isang empleyado lamang. Dahil sa maling gawain ng mga pulitiko, mga simpleng mamamayan ang naaapektuhan, dahil mas pinipili nilang ibulsa ang malaking pondong pangkahirapan kaysa idagdag sa sweldo ng mga empleyado, isang malaking kamalian sa parte ng mga pinuno. Pangatlo sa mga kadahilanan ay ang pagiging iresponsable ng mga Pilipino, o ang kawalan ng paninindigan. Kung magiging responsible lamang ang mga magulang ng mga batang kalye ay malamang walang pakalat-kalat na bata ngayon sa lansangan, walang uhuging bata na nanghihingi na limos, at walang kaawa-awang mga mukha ng mga gutom na bata ang makikita natin. Kung pinagaaral lamang sila ng kanilang magulang, malamang ay magkakaroon sila ng magandang kinabukasan. Bumabalik nanaman dito ang kadahilanang wala silang trabaho, pero may mga programa ang ating pamahalaan, maging ang local, para sa libreng pagaaral, pero mukhang hindi nauubusan ng dahilan ang Pilipino kung bakit hindi sila nakaka-pagaral, at ibabalik nanaman ang sisi sa gobyerno. Ang katotohanan ay, tayo mismo ang dahilan ng ating paghihirap, tayong mga mamamayan ng bansa natin. Kung sisimulan natin ang pagbabago sa sarili natin, malamang ay mababagao rin natin ang antas ng ating pamumuhay, pinuno ka man o simpleng mamamayan ay dapat magbago para sa ikauunlad nating lahat.

Inspirasyon ng lahat Inspirasyon ng mga Pilipino si Jose Rizal. Walang Pilipinong hindi iniidolo ang pagka-bayani ni Rizal. Dahil sa kanyang pagkamakabayan at pagtatanggol sa bayan, na naging sandata ng mga rebolusyonaryo noon at naging mitsa ng paglaya ng Pilipino. Makabayang Pilipino Hindi niya iniwan ang Pilipinas at ito’y bumalik sa kanyang bansang sinilangan matapos ito makapag-aral sa Europa. Ipinakita niya ang pagmamahal niya sa bayan sa pagsasalarawan ng problema sa lipunan at ang pagkakahati ng estado sa buhay. Sa kanyang paningin, walang mahirap o mayaman. Lahat ay pantay-pantay at purong Pilipino, sa isip, sa salita at sa gawa. Si Rizal sa Modernong panahon Hindi na nga ba maisabuhay ang mga katangian at kontribusyon ni Rizal? Ilan sa atin ay hindi na matandaan ang naging papel ni Rizal sa kasaysayan ng bansa. Dahil sa inuuna ang sariling kapakanan bago ang bayan, naging problema na ng mga guro sa Filipino at Araling Panlipunan ang ganitong sitwasyon na hindi na maalala ng kabataan si Jose Rizal. Pero ang iba nating kababayan ay patuloy na kinakampanya at isinasabuhay ang katangian ni Rizal sa modernong panahon. Ang pagkamakabayan at pagmamalaki sa sariling lahi ang naging alas ng ilang Pilipino upang manatili sa puso’t diwa ng bawat isa ang ating pambansang bayani. Impluwensiya ni Rizal sa ibang lahi Dahil na rin sa pangingibang-bansa ng ating mga kababayan at ang pag-aaral ng kasaysayan ng mundo, alam na rin ng ibang lahi ang buhay at pakikipagsapalaran ng ating bayani. May mga monumento at plaque si Rizal sa ilang bansa katulad sa Hong Kong, Europe, United States at Singapore na ipinagmamalaki ng mga Pilipino kapag nakikita nila ito. Mga aral ni Rizal: Susi sa pagbabago Ang mga katangian at pangaral ni Rizal sa atin ay isang inspirasyon sa ating lahat. Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ng iba na maaari nating gamitin upang matamasa natin ang pagbabago ang kanyang kontribusyon sa bayan. Kaunlaran ng bansa bago ang sariling kapakanan. Ating gunitain at alalahanin ang papel ni Jose Rizal sa buhay ng mga Pilipino ngayong ika-150 na kaarawan niya sa June 19. Ating ipagbunyi at ipagmalaki ang kanyang mga kontribusyon niya sa ating kasaysayan at ang pagkamakabayan.

May dalawang mukha ang Pilipinas bilang bansa. Ang isa ay ang bansang may mabilis na paglago sa ekonomya, umaapaw na reserbang salapi at nakakapagpautang pa nga daw sa iba, napakasigla ng pamumuhunan at kalakalan at pinagkakatiwalaan ng mga dayuhang bangko at mamumuhunan. Nagtapos ang taong 2012 na ganito ang halos araw-araw na pahayag ng mga tagapagsalita ng gubyernong Aquino. Gumagana ang mga demokratikong institusyon ng gubyerno at napahupa ang kaguluhang pampulitika kumpara sa nakaraang administrasyong Arroyo. Ito raw ang mga palatandaan na nagbunga na ang mga programa ng gubyernong Aquino at tinatamasa na ng bayan ang resulta ng mabuting pamamahala ng kasalukuyang administrasyon.

Bahala na ; Pearl Joy Lubaton & Lee Ann Anding

K.K.K. #44: Katarungan, Katotohanan, Kapayapaan

Fallen 44 TRIBUTE 

(By: Bianca Domingo, John Arvin Glo, Carmicaela Tapia, Jefferson Deliva) 

Tagaligtas apat na pu't apat:

Kapatiran para sa Kaayusan

Samahan tungo sa Kapayapaan

Ating mga Bayani.

SAF 44: Our Brothers, Our Comrades, Our Heroes

#Fallen44

 

Poems of this Generation ( Patricia Anne Calvo Lourd Joemil O. Gentolio Mariella Pauline DJ. Gutierrez Judith Anne Jabson)

Poems

Poems of this Generation

Feelings

By Patricia Anne Calvo

For what I say is my emotions’ seal

I shall limit

My words to only what I feel

I prefer the truth than an enchanting reel

I’d prefer reality than what is surreal

To me, to find true love, is a zeal

If yours or my feelings fail to congeal

I won’t mind shifting my steering wheel

Dreams
By Patricia Anne Calvo

When I plan to love you for as long as I live?

First in mind every morning 

And dreams of you by the evening 

How much more can I give? 

I’ll love you more than you’ll ever know

And the one you can be free with as a dove?

And everyday it continues to grow

Are you Love?
By Patricia Anne Calvo

The one to be the right to your left glove?
We won’t wait weeks, months, but more
But I won’t think of that as a bore 

Because you’re everything that I’ve asked for 

Can’t wait for you to walk through the front door

                 I don’t care, it’s worth the wait

Pie in the Sky

by: Mariella Pauline Gutierrez

Fingertips reaching out endlessly, 

Pupils wavering at the sky hopelessly,

Wondering why the society is against your plans, 

And antagonists waving out with flying pans.

You have an idea, a concept, a dream,

And so are your fellow people in their own realm

 But there is just this little difference

That yours were high as the sky, an impossible preference.

  

But though shall not be sad, 

Because your hopes were not that bad.

It will be possible if you start small, And 

then, like magic, victory will be your call.

Fingertips reaching out endlessly, Pupils

 wavering at the sky hopelessly 

Hold on to the strand of your hopes tighter.

For him, for her, for them, for the society, for the better.

Heroes Defined

By Mariella Pauline Gutierrez

They danced to the beat of a different drum 
From their very own road they will come 
Will paint the world with black and white 
An ironic combination of emotions kept tight.

Their ideas swim from the depths of reality
That shallow minds often classify them surreality
Truth is, there’s this word called creativeness

That covers the rough skin into tenderness.

  
Today you call them strange

 When they’re only people who wanted change 

A change for the sake of the society 

and some particular who They’re called heroes, 

you’ve forgotten them, don’t you?

The Philippine Pen

By Mariella Pauline Gutierrez

You write some good stuff, what language do you use? You are great and skilled, what language do you use?

You can persuade and influences, from which country are you? You write so well but first things first, how nationalist are you?

The restless days when you write with emotion The fingers on one hand getting stiff and you question

For what, whom, or why do I write this thing Is it for myself, the society, or anything?

“Country” is a word one should never forget It should stay in your mind before you regret

The land you were born in deserves an expectation That you will protect and love your own nation.

The strangers passed to ruin our culture And made our eyes look at them in the future But why would we, Filipinos, let them to do so

When we are expected nationalism to forego?

heThe drops of ink are the number of hearts Who dedicated themselves and all of their parts

With endless number of pages that tell us one message Being proud of our nation is the best pilgrimage.

12 Midnight

 By Mariella Pauline Gutierrez

Twelve could mean a lot of things Twelve can be the number itself

Twelve could mean how much money she brings, But here twelve is the time to wake up yourself.

When twelve strikes it means another day Another tomorrow, a new future

You tend to reflect what you’ve done yesterday

Anything good? Anything better? 

Have you done something for your culture?

Twelve is a number that reminds you dear citizen 

To escape surrealism and battle with reality

A tap on your shoulder to say you’re awaken

Somebody needs your attention, the name is Country!

The Filipino Bullet

 By Mariella Pauline Gutierrez

Who thought that only villains could shoot? And heroes will lose and fall on their foot? Guns don’t choose the hand that will hold

But wait for the one who gets hot in the cold

Once in our lifetime we choose our own target The intense emotions are suppressed in your pocket Waiting for the villains to appear

And end their plans that we call severe

Filipinos! It’s time, have we had enough?

From sufferings, misgovernance and colonizers’ bluff?

Let us raise our guns high up in the sky

It will serve as our hopes to be free and fly high.

Opisyales

Isinulat ni: Judith Anne Jabson

Ano na nga ba ang nangyayari sa lipunan?

Tila hindi na ito isang bansa na pwedeng masandalan Mga opisyales ay hindi mapagkatiwalaan

Akala’y sila ang solusyon

Sa lumalalang taghirap at korupsyon. Ngunit tayo yata’y nag kamali ng desisyon.

Eleksyon ay nalalapit na

Paano natin Makikilatis ang susunod na Pulitiko? Kung ang ipinakita nila’y mga pakitang tao?

Paano nga ba mamili?

Tayong mga Pilipino ay dapat maging wais Dahil kung hindi natin sila makikilatis, Sa huli, tayo na naman ang mag titiis.

Reklamador

Isinulat ni Judith Anne Jabson

Nakakakinis ang pilipinas

Walang asenso sa pilipinas

Madumi ang pilipinas

Walang kwenta ang pilipinas.

 Ano ang kahihinatnan ng bansa?

 Kung puro reklamo

 Kung puro na lamang negatibo?

 Nakasanayan nay an ng mga Pilipino

 Walang magbabago sa ating bansa,

 Kung lahat ay nakatunganga.

 Kung walang may gumagawa

 Lahat tayo’y nakatunganga

 Baguhin natin muna ang sarili

 Mga makakabuti ay gawin

 At makikita natin

 Ang bansa ay unti unting magbabago.

Pagunlad ay Makakamit

     isinulat ni Judith Anne Jabson

                                                                                          

 Ako ay nagtataka

Bakit di ko Makita ang pag-unlad ng bansa?

 Puro suliranin at problema.

 Pumupuno sa aking mga mata

 Simulan natin sa problemang maliit

 Maging huwaran tayo sa paligid

 Maraming bagay ang pwedeng gawin. 

Tiyak, pag-unlad ay makakamit.

 Lahat tayo at pwedeng tumulong.

 Mapa-unlad ang paligid at mapayabong

 Sa ating mga simpleng paraan,

 Siguradong unlad ang ating Nayon.

Media or Fame?

By: Judith Anne Jabson

Children almost see all things today. 

They know that life doesn’t have to be this way.

 They see all the lies.

 So that’s why they close their eyes.

All the gun and knife fights today.

 Why all hate and war started this way? I

s media part of the blame?

Or all people, all the fame should take the blame.

Kabataan Ngayon

Isinulat ni: Judith Anne Jabson

Paglakad sa kalye

 Mga batang namamalimos .

 Sa lansangan sila’y nagkalat.

 Dahil walang makain na sapat.

Sa halip na nasa paaralan Nagbabanat ng buto at nagtatarabaho. 

Kasalanan ba ng magulang?

 O lipunan at gobyerno ang may pagkukulang?

 Minsan ako’y napalingan, 

Mga kabataang nagnanakaw, nagdodroga. Mga kabataang napariwara.

 Buhay ba nila’y balewala?

Sino nga ba ang dapat sisihin? Gobyerno na dapat ay may solusyon. Puro salita ang gobyerno.

Sila mismo ang nagkakait ng maginhawang buhay.