Thursday, November 6, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
English-Tagalog Songs: An opinion
"Ako'y natisod, natapilok, natisod, natapilok
Di maingat sa pagmamahal
Ako'y nadulas, umikot, nadulas, umikot
Di maingat sa pagmamahal"
-Lampa
Filipinos are known for our musical talents. Thanks to Charice Pempengco & Arnel Pineda(The journey band vocalist), we have proven to the world that we are worthy of that notion. We should be thankful that there are Filipinos out there who have the guts to represent our country and show them that we have a talent despite of the corruption, poverty and other national problems that we are encountering. But, is it enough to prove that we have talent? Are we worthy of having it?.
During the last quarters to the year 2008, songs like, umbrella, low and clumsy have been popular not only to the Filipinos but worldwide. In the Philippines, we often hear it along the roadside, mobiles, radios, and even watch them on TV. But due to it's popularity, other foreign artists have done covers(versions), of the original songs. Artists who made their way to popularity through youtube such as Marie Digby, Boyce Avenue and Chris Cendana (a fellow Filipino), made their own versions of Umbrella by Rihanna. Mandy Moore, also made a cover of that song for Pepsi and can be seen/heard at yahoo! music. But, its not only the foreign artists who made covers of that song, Filipinos as well have their own versions of the popular songs. From the English laguage, Filipinos have translated the songs into our native tongue.
Payong, Low and Lampa, are examples of the popular foreign songs that are translated to Tagalog. Translated to the fact that it ruined the essence of the original songs. Some Filipinos liked it, some are annoyed and some people found it as funny. Whichever it is that we felt when we have heard the songs, it still boiled down to a single point and that is, unoriginality. We made a mistake of translating foreign songs to tagalog. Why? because, one, we have ruined the song. Two, we have immitated it, three, we have put our country into shame and four, we have lost our identiy and wasted our talents. It's as if that we don't use our head anymore. We often get ideas from other countries, adopt it and claim it as ours. It's comparable to the remakes of the"novelas" of other countries. We're making an image to our fellow countrymen and ot the world that we have lost our sense of originality and that we can't compose/ make movies/novelas, without grabbing ideas from the works of other countries.
Talent is not enough. And in this world wherein a lot of people have vast talents. Distinction is much harder. We need to stand out. We need to show how we differ from the others. We need identity. If we keep on immitating other peole's works then, how can we be known? How can we be worthy of the talents that are given to us? If we keep on immitating and getting ideas from other people, do you think we'll stand out? We'll just be compared and judged. We'll be degraded. And if translating the songs to Tagalog is not immitating, can you tell me what it is? Can you prove to me that it is ORIGINAL? Is translating a form of originality?
Perhaps translating the songs have somehow helped us. But think of the image that we are creating to the world and most especially, to the Filipinos. Aren't we ashamed of it?Maybe some people would say that what they did was not bad at all. In fact, they're entertained by it. BUT is it still appropriate that we make fun of our own talents and works? Aren't we degraded by it? Have we lost our pride or our sense of self?
If we ask ourselves, do we still have our own identity? Can we survive without the ideas of other countries? Filipinos are talented, and that is non debatable but, we're not harnessing it. We're too lazy to improve those abilities that might help our country and our economy. We're not thinking outside of the box and let ourselves get out of our comfort zones. We want instant cash up to the point wherein we're risking the quality of our products and abilities. And as a result, we end up having low class products. And that is why we are not progressing.
We cannot control the lives of the people behind it. Especially if it is the only way that they could earn money. If we really want to translate songs, we should translate the thought and not the words. That's the law of "Pagsasaling-wika". Not the words, but the thought. And maybe if they'll do that, you could somehow prove me wrong.
note: This is just an opinion. You may agree with what i have said and you may not. I don't intend to humiliate the people who excerted their efforts just to translate the songs. I'm speaking in general. And if ever i have offended anybody, well, sorry..^^,
PEACE!^^,
Di maingat sa pagmamahal
Ako'y nadulas, umikot, nadulas, umikot
Di maingat sa pagmamahal"
-Lampa
Filipinos are known for our musical talents. Thanks to Charice Pempengco & Arnel Pineda(The journey band vocalist), we have proven to the world that we are worthy of that notion. We should be thankful that there are Filipinos out there who have the guts to represent our country and show them that we have a talent despite of the corruption, poverty and other national problems that we are encountering. But, is it enough to prove that we have talent? Are we worthy of having it?.
During the last quarters to the year 2008, songs like, umbrella, low and clumsy have been popular not only to the Filipinos but worldwide. In the Philippines, we often hear it along the roadside, mobiles, radios, and even watch them on TV. But due to it's popularity, other foreign artists have done covers(versions), of the original songs. Artists who made their way to popularity through youtube such as Marie Digby, Boyce Avenue and Chris Cendana (a fellow Filipino), made their own versions of Umbrella by Rihanna. Mandy Moore, also made a cover of that song for Pepsi and can be seen/heard at yahoo! music. But, its not only the foreign artists who made covers of that song, Filipinos as well have their own versions of the popular songs. From the English laguage, Filipinos have translated the songs into our native tongue.
Payong, Low and Lampa, are examples of the popular foreign songs that are translated to Tagalog. Translated to the fact that it ruined the essence of the original songs. Some Filipinos liked it, some are annoyed and some people found it as funny. Whichever it is that we felt when we have heard the songs, it still boiled down to a single point and that is, unoriginality. We made a mistake of translating foreign songs to tagalog. Why? because, one, we have ruined the song. Two, we have immitated it, three, we have put our country into shame and four, we have lost our identiy and wasted our talents. It's as if that we don't use our head anymore. We often get ideas from other countries, adopt it and claim it as ours. It's comparable to the remakes of the"novelas" of other countries. We're making an image to our fellow countrymen and ot the world that we have lost our sense of originality and that we can't compose/ make movies/novelas, without grabbing ideas from the works of other countries.
Talent is not enough. And in this world wherein a lot of people have vast talents. Distinction is much harder. We need to stand out. We need to show how we differ from the others. We need identity. If we keep on immitating other peole's works then, how can we be known? How can we be worthy of the talents that are given to us? If we keep on immitating and getting ideas from other people, do you think we'll stand out? We'll just be compared and judged. We'll be degraded. And if translating the songs to Tagalog is not immitating, can you tell me what it is? Can you prove to me that it is ORIGINAL? Is translating a form of originality?
Perhaps translating the songs have somehow helped us. But think of the image that we are creating to the world and most especially, to the Filipinos. Aren't we ashamed of it?Maybe some people would say that what they did was not bad at all. In fact, they're entertained by it. BUT is it still appropriate that we make fun of our own talents and works? Aren't we degraded by it? Have we lost our pride or our sense of self?
If we ask ourselves, do we still have our own identity? Can we survive without the ideas of other countries? Filipinos are talented, and that is non debatable but, we're not harnessing it. We're too lazy to improve those abilities that might help our country and our economy. We're not thinking outside of the box and let ourselves get out of our comfort zones. We want instant cash up to the point wherein we're risking the quality of our products and abilities. And as a result, we end up having low class products. And that is why we are not progressing.
We cannot control the lives of the people behind it. Especially if it is the only way that they could earn money. If we really want to translate songs, we should translate the thought and not the words. That's the law of "Pagsasaling-wika". Not the words, but the thought. And maybe if they'll do that, you could somehow prove me wrong.
note: This is just an opinion. You may agree with what i have said and you may not. I don't intend to humiliate the people who excerted their efforts just to translate the songs. I'm speaking in general. And if ever i have offended anybody, well, sorry..^^,
PEACE!^^,
10:31:40
it's amazing how people could pretend
and act as if they don't care
and how ironic could it possibly be
when we tell others "i'll let you be free"?
it's weird how people could say goodbye
and let them walk away from their lives
and then wake up the next day
and regret it for not making them stay
it hurts to hear people lie
just to get away from the situation
mislead people to make them happy
but let them live in fallacy
we know that sacrifice is a choice
we chose to lie, we chose to cry
we chose to live in vain and say goodbye
but we can't hide what our heart's true desire
and act as if they don't care
and how ironic could it possibly be
when we tell others "i'll let you be free"?
it's weird how people could say goodbye
and let them walk away from their lives
and then wake up the next day
and regret it for not making them stay
it hurts to hear people lie
just to get away from the situation
mislead people to make them happy
but let them live in fallacy
we know that sacrifice is a choice
we chose to lie, we chose to cry
we chose to live in vain and say goodbye
but we can't hide what our heart's true desire
Friday, October 24, 2008
Twilight effect
reading my mind would be the best way to know what i'm really thinking of. It would be great if someone or somebody would know what's really bothering me since then. But then again, it would be scary to be with that person. Thinking that he knows what's really bugging me. LOL. anyway, i can't sleep that's why i'm doing this. Well, i always sleep this late but, this time, i'm not feeling sleepy.
guess what i'm tryin to say is that, yes, i've been thinking of something or not. nah,.. never mind. minutes from now i'd be forcing myself to sleep because i still have to wake up early.
what can i say. i'm a vampire.(Twilight effect)
LOL.
goodnight.
"Twilight again, he murmured." Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end."
Stephanie meyer(twilight book1)
guess what i'm tryin to say is that, yes, i've been thinking of something or not. nah,.. never mind. minutes from now i'd be forcing myself to sleep because i still have to wake up early.
what can i say. i'm a vampire.(Twilight effect)
LOL.
goodnight.
"Twilight again, he murmured." Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end."
Stephanie meyer(twilight book1)
Thursday, October 23, 2008
My Favorite Liar
My Favorite Liar
“It is my intention to work into each of my lectures … one lie”
One of my favorite professors in college was a self-confessed liar.
I guess that statement requires a bit of explanation.
The topic of Corporate Finance/Capital Markets is, even within the world of the Dismal Science, an exceptionally dry and boring subject matter, encumbered by complex mathematic models and obscure economic theory.
What made Dr. K memorable was a gimmick he employed that began with his introduction at the beginning of his first class:
“Now I know some of you have already heard of me, but for the benefit of those who are unfamiliar, let me explain how I teach. Between today until the class right before finals, it is my intention to work into each of my lectures … one lie. Your job, as students, among other things, is to try and catch me in the Lie of the Day.”
And thus began our ten-week course.
This was an insidiously brilliant technique to focus our attention - by offering an open invitation for students to challenge his statements, he transmitted lessons that lasted far beyond the immediate subject matter and taught us to constantly check new statements and claims with what we already accept as fact.
Early in the quarter, the Lie of the Day was usually obvious - immediately triggering a forest of raised hands to challenge the falsehood. Dr. K would smile, draw a line through that section of the board, and utter his trademark phrase “Very good! In fact, the opposite is true. Moving on … ”
As the quarter progressed, the Lie of the Day became more subtle, and many ended up slipping past a majority of the students unnoticed until a particularly alert person stopped the lecture to flag the disinformation.
Every once in a while, a lecture would end with nobody catching the lie which created its own unique classroom experience - in any other college lecture, end of the class hour prompts a swift rush of feet and zipping up of bookbags as students make a beeline for the door.
On the days when nobody caught the lie, we all sat in silence, looking at each other as Dr. K, looking quite pleased with himself, said with a sly grin: “Ah ha! Each of you has one falsehood in your lecture notes. Discuss amongst yourselves what it might be, and I will tell you next Monday. That is all.”
Those lectures forced us to puzzle things out, work out various angles in study groups so we could approach him with our theories the following week.
Brilliant … but what made Dr. K’s technique most insidiously evil and genius was, during the most technically difficult lecture of the entire quarter, there was no lie. At the end of the lecture in which he was not called on any lie, he offered the same challenge to work through the notes; on the following Monday, he fielded our theories for what the falsehood might be (and shooting them down “no, in fact that is true - look at [x]“) for almost ten minutes before he finally revealed: “Do you remember the first lecture - how I said that ‘every lecture has a lie?’”
Exhausted from having our best theories shot down, we nodded.
“Well - THAT was a lie. My previous lecture was completely on the level. But I am glad you reviewed your notes rigorously this weekend - a lot of it will be on the final. Moving on … ” Which prompted an arousing melange of exasperated groans and laughter from the classroom.
And while my knowledge of the Economics of Capital Markets has faded in time, the lessons that stayed with me were his real legacy:
- “Experts” can be wrong, and say things that sound right - so build a habit of evaluating new information and check it against things you already accept as fact.
- If you see something wrong, take the initiative to flag it as misinformation.
- A sense of playfulness is the best defense against taking yourself too seriously.
I’ve had many instructors before and since, but few that I remember with as much fondness - and why my favorite professor was a chronic liar.
source:http://www.zenmoments.org/my-favorite-liar/
Paghikab
Sa tuwing tayo ay nakakaramdam ng pagkaantok, pagkabato, pagkapagod o pag tayo'y nakakakita ng himuhikab, tayo ay napapahikab din. Ano nga ba ang nasa likod ng gawaing ito? bakit tayo humihikab? at bakit nakakahawa ang paghikab? Ano ang dahilan kung bakit tayo humihikab?
Ang paghikab ay isang imboulntaryo na gawain na kung saan ito'y hindi natin mapipigilan o makokontrol. Ang lahat ng tao ay humihikab, kahit ang mga hayop ay humihikab din. Sinasabing kahit ang mga batang nasa loob pa lamang ng sinapupunan ng magulang partikular sa mga sanggol na 11 linggo na ay nakakahikab na rin. At mas madalas daw na humihikab ang mga lalaki dahil sa mas marami silang muscles sa katawan na nangangailangan ng oxygen(Walter Smitson, propesor ng psychiatry and director of the Central Clinic, Department of Psychiatry, University of Cincinnati Medical Center). Ang pagtibok ng ating puso ay bumubilis ng 30% sa tuwing tayo ay humihikab. At ang normal na paghikab ay tumatagal lamang ng 6 na segundo. Sa tuwing tayo ay nakakaramdam ng pagkapagod o pagkabagot, ang ating paghinga ay nagiging iba sa ating normal na paghinga. Ito ay mas mabagal kaysa sa normal kaya naman ito ay nagdudulot ng pagkabawas o pagkakulang ng oxygen sa ating katawan. At sa teoryang ito, ayon naman kay Dr. George A. Bubenik, M.D., ng University of Guelph in Ontario, Canada, ang paghikab ay nakakapagpadagdag ng supply ng oxygen at nakakapagpabawas ng carbon dioxide sa ating katawan. Ngunit hindi ibig sabihin na ang paghinga ng maraming oxygen ay nakakabawas ng ating paghikab. At hindi rin ibig sabihin na ang paghinga ng maraming carbon dioxide ay makakapagpadagdag ng ating paghikab. Maaaring sa ibang tao ay insulto para sa kanila ang paghikab ng ibang tao sa harap nila, ngunit ayon sa pag aaral, ang paghikab daw ay isang manipestasyon ng paggana ng utak ng tao na nagdudulot ng paginit nito. Kaya’t sa tuwing umiinit ito ay humihikab ang tao upang mapalamig ang ating utak. Ito rin ay nangyayari dahil sa mga neurotransmitters sa ating utak na nag cocontrol sa ating emosyon, pagkagutom, mood atbp. Mas maraming supply ng mga neurotransmitters, mas madalas tayo na hihikab.
Isa pang teorya ay ang paghikab daw ay isang uri ng paguunat. Pinapataas nito ang ating blood pressure at ang bilis ng pagtibok ng ating puso habang inuunat an gating panga at ang mga muscles at joints nito. Ang Surfactant, isang mistulang langis na bumabalot sa ating baga na tumutulong sa ating paghinga at tumutulong sa pag iwas sa pagguho ng ating baga ay isang substansya na ikinakalat sa ating baga sa pamamagitan ng paghikab. Kaya't sinasabi sa teryang ito na ang pagpigil sa ating paghikab ay magdudulot ng kahirapan sa ating paghinga. Isa pang kagandahan sa paghikab ay ang pagpapalamig nito sa ating utak at ito ay ayon sa hypethesis ni Andrew C. Gallup at Gordon Gallup ng University of Albany(2007). Ito ay napatunayan nang sila ay gumawa ng isang experimento kung saan ang mga subjects ay binigyan at pinaglagay ng heat packs sa noo nila habang nanonood sila ng isang palabas ng mga taong humihikab. Ang mga subjects ay nakaramdam at nagpakita ng paghikab ng mas maraming beses kaysa sa noong sila ay naglagay naman ng cold packs sa kanilang noo. At upang maiwasan ang madalas na paghikab, ang paghinga sa pamamagitan ng ilong ay makakatulong dahil isa rin itong paraan ng pagpapalamig ng ating utak. Sinasabi rin na ang paghikab din ay nakakatulong sa regulasyon ng temperatura ng ating katawan.
Ang paghikab din daw ay nakakabagbalanse ang pressure sa ating ear drums. Nangyayari ito sa sandaling tayo ay humikab at nakarinig at naakramdam ng pagputok sa ating tenga na ang tanging taong humihikab lamang ang nakakarinig. Madalas itong mangyari pag tayo ay nasa mga lugar na matataas ang pressure gaya ng sa loob ng eroplano, sa kabundukan kapag tayo ay umaakyat at bumababa, na nagiging dahilan ng pagkatabingi ng ating ear drums sa halip na ito ay pantay o tuwid lamang.
Bakit nga ba nakakahawa ang paghikab? Kahit ang pagbabasa tungkol sa pahikab ay nakakahikab din...at 55% ng mga tao ang hihikab din makalipas ang 5 minuto matapos makakita ng ibang taong humihikab. Alam nyo ba ba ang mga bulag ay humihikab ng mas maraimng beses kapag nakakarinig ito ng audio tape ng mga humihikab? Ayon kay Catriona Morrison, isang lecturer ng sikolohiya sa University of Leeds, ang pagkahawa daw sa hikab ay isang uri ng pagpapakita ng “empathy” sa humihikab. Ibig sabihin, binibigyan nating halaga, simpatya o pag intindi ang nararamdaman ng isang humihikab na tao. Sa isang siyentipikong pagpapakahulgan, ang dahilan ng pagkahawa sa paghikab ay ang “mirror neurons”. Ang mirror neurons ay ang ating ginagamit sa paggaya sa gawain at ginagawa ng iba at sa pagkatuto o pagaaral ng mga lenggwahe. Ang hikab din daw ayon sa mga pagaaral ay isang uri ng “herd instinct” kung saan sa isang grupo ng mga hayop, ang paghikab ay isang paraan ng pagkakaisa sa nararamdaman nila gaya ng paghikab ng isang hayop sa harap ng kaniyang mga kasama upang maiparating niya sa iba ang pagkapagod na nararamdaman niya. Sa ganitong paraan, ang kanyang mga kasama ay hihikab din at makikiayon sa kanyang nararamdaman. Ayon din kay Gordon Gallup, ang nagsabing ang pagkihab ay isang paraan ng pagpapalamig ng utak, ang paghikab daw ay maaaring nagsimula sa nakaraan kung saan ang paghikab daw ay isang uri ng mensahe na may kaaway na paparating o may masamang mangyayari.
Ang paghikab sa mga hayop ay may iba-ibang gamit sa pakikipagkomunikasyon. Para sa mga Baboons, ito ay ginagawa upang takutin ang kanyang mga kaaway at inilalabas nya ang kanyang ngipin. Para naman sa mga Siamese Fighting Fish, hihikab lamang sila pag sila’y nakakita ng kanilang kaparehong lahi at minsan ay may kasama pang pag atake sa kanila. Ang mga Guinea Pigs naman, ang paghikab ay isang paraan ng pagpapakita ng kanilang galit at pagiging superyor. Sa mga Adelie Penguins, ang paghikab ay isang paraan ng panliligaw. Sa mga tao naman, ayon kay Walter Smitson isang propesor at dirktor ng Central Clinic, Department of Psychiatry, University of Cincinnati Medical Center, ang paghikab ay maaaring magpahayag ng di berbal na mensahe sa ating mga kasama o kausap. Humihikab din tayo kapag tayo ay nakakaramdam ng mga matitinding emosyon.
Ngunit kung may kagawian ang paghikab, mayroon din naming mga paniniwala tungkol dito. Sa mga Griego, ang paghikab daw ay hindi idinudulot ng pagkabagot kundi ito daw ay nangyayari dahil ang kaluluwa daw ng isang tao ay tumatakas sa ating katawan upang sumama sa mga panginoon sa langit. Ang iba pang paniniwala sa paghikab ay kapag hindi daw tinakluban an gating bibig sa paghikab ay maaaring pasukan ito ng demonyo at nakawin ang kaluluwa ng humihikab. Sa sinaunang sibilisasyon sa Maya, ang paghikab naman ay isang uri ng pagpapakita ng “subconscious sexual desires.” Sa Latin America, sa Kanlurang Asya, at sa Central Africa, ang paghikab daw ay isang produkto na may ibang nakakaalala sayo o ikaw ay pinaguusapan.
May mga masama ring naidudulot ang sobrang pahikab, at ito ay maaaring maging dahilan ng pagkakaroon ng vasovagal reaction na nagdudulot ng pagbagal ng pagtibok ng puso. Bababa ang blood pressure ngisang tao at mababawasan ang pagsupply ng dugo at sa halip na ang dugo ay magpunta sa sa ulo ay magpupunta ito sa mga binti. Isa pang karamdaman na maaaring maidulot ng labis na paghikab ay ang Aoritic Aneurism dahilan sa pagkakaroon ng highblood pressure at atherosclerosis o ang pagtigas ng arteries. Maaari itong mangyari sa dibdib at sa puson ng taong may karamdaman. Ito ay nangyayari kapag nagkaroon ng punit ang aorta at sa paglaki ng punit na ito ay ang part eng aorta na kung saan hindi dumadaloy ang dudo ay mapupuno at maaaring maitulak ang mga sanga ng ng aorta. Maituturing na sintomas sa mga karamdamang nabanggit ay ang labis na paghikab kasabay ang labis na pagtulog sa umaga.
Sanggunian:
http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=7713
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/003096.htm
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3076713
http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=7713
http://www.kidshealth.org/kid/talk/qa/yawn.html
http://www.uc.edu/news/ebriefs/yawn.htm
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
mga katanungan na may halong kalokohan.
may mga bagay sa mundo na mahirap ipaliwanag kung bakit ganito, bakit ganun( prang sineskwela lang ang dating ah)
paunawa:
ang mga kanatungan na ito ay may mga halong kalokohan.
Matino pa po ang aking pagiisip. hehehe^^,
- Bakit sa gabi lang may nagtitinda ng balot?
- Kung balot ay tinitinda sa gabi, bakit sa umaga rin lang tinitinda ang taho?
- Para saan ang peace sign tuwing kinukuhanan ka ng picture? Di ba kaya lang ginagawa ang peace sign eh dahil sa baka makapikon ka ng tao o kahit anong negatibo mang maidudulot sa iba?
- kung ganun narin lang, ibig sabihin ba noon naooffend ang tao sayo pag tinitignan ka nila? napipikon? bkt? panget? wahahahha!
- Bakit ang mga Pinoy, puro gaya?
- Bakit kailangan pang tagalugin ang mga kanta ng kano gaya ng umbrella, clumsy, zombie, you look wonderful tonight, low at kung ano-ano pa. (Narinig ko yan sa isang jeep na nasakyan ko lately. Parang may isang buong compilation sya ng mga kantang tinagalog... BADUY! nakakapikon!)
- Bakit ayaw natin ng locally made na gamit? (guilty as charged.hehe)
- Pag kaya nag "psst", "hoy" at "ui" tayo pag nasa ibang bansa, malalaman kaya natin na tao ang tinatawag natin?
- Sa mga taga Iglesia ni Kristo: anong mangyayari sa inyo(physically) pag kumain kayo ng dinuguan? hehe..
- Sino ang nagimbento ng Arinola? babae kaya siya o lalaki?
- Uso pa ba ang harana ngayon?
- Tumatalon ka ba tuwing bagong taon? kung oo, tumangkad ka ba naman?
paunawa:
ang mga kanatungan na ito ay may mga halong kalokohan.
Matino pa po ang aking pagiisip. hehehe^^,
Saturday, October 11, 2008
we'll be someone
soon everything would be over
all of the worries and pain would be gone
as we falter to a different horizon
we can land to the place where we've once imagined
we may be no one in this moment
but someday we'll be a someone
we may not move out of our shadows
but someday, light would shine through us
we don't need praises to shine
we want the experience for wisdom
we don't need to show off ourselves for popularity
all we need is to prove that we're worthy
and if one day you'll see us soaring
maybe someday you'll realize what we're once aiming
we've come through a lot of obstacles
and now we're almost close to what we've worked hard for
all of the worries and pain would be gone
as we falter to a different horizon
we can land to the place where we've once imagined
we may be no one in this moment
but someday we'll be a someone
we may not move out of our shadows
but someday, light would shine through us
we don't need praises to shine
we want the experience for wisdom
we don't need to show off ourselves for popularity
all we need is to prove that we're worthy
and if one day you'll see us soaring
maybe someday you'll realize what we're once aiming
we've come through a lot of obstacles
and now we're almost close to what we've worked hard for
Friday, October 3, 2008
either or neither?
good luck,.. or just plain miracle?
i'm still in shock and in doubtof what happened this day.
maybe what they saw and heard was really the real thing.
but, there's still a part of me that tells me that there's something wrong that had happened,
and there's a part that tells me that we deserved it.
whatever it is, i know there's a good reason about what had happened this day,
plain luck and,... yes, a miracle..
maybe what i did was right.
i didn't expect anything in return. i, including my group, just did what we feel that's right. we did it not to win but to just enjoy the performance. that's it! we're not up to the prize or anything tangible,.. what we wanted was to do it for ourselves and to prove that we can do ut as much as anybody can^^,
i'm still in shock and in doubtof what happened this day.
maybe what they saw and heard was really the real thing.
but, there's still a part of me that tells me that there's something wrong that had happened,
and there's a part that tells me that we deserved it.
whatever it is, i know there's a good reason about what had happened this day,
plain luck and,... yes, a miracle..
maybe what i did was right.
i didn't expect anything in return. i, including my group, just did what we feel that's right. we did it not to win but to just enjoy the performance. that's it! we're not up to the prize or anything tangible,.. what we wanted was to do it for ourselves and to prove that we can do ut as much as anybody can^^,
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Field Trip
“Anong oras na? nakuuu!! patay na!” ang nagmamadaling sabi ni Isagani sa kanyang ina.
“Field trip pa naman namin ngayon! nakuuuu!!!”
Tarantang taranta siya sa paghahanda para sa eskwelahan. Kinuha niya ang kanyang mga gamit na inihanda dalawang linggo na ang nakakaraan sa sobrang paga eksayt sa paparating na field trip ngayon.
Dali-dali siyang naligo at nagbihis para makaabot sa usapang oras na magkiita sa paaralan. Hindi na siya nakakakain ng umagahan dahil wala na ring oras para gawin niya iyon. Di na niya magawang kausapin ang mga tao sa paligid niya habang naghahanda sa pagpasok.
“Nay, tay, aalis na po ako.” Ang nagmamadaling sabi ni Isagani sa kanyang magulang habang nagmamano.
“Sa...” ang sabi ng kanyang ina. Di na niya natuloy ang kanyang sinasabi dahil nagmamadali siyang tumakbo papalabas ng bahay.
Tinakbo na ni Isagani ang paglabas niya sa bahay at dumiretso na sa kanto ng eskinita kung saan hahanap siya ng masasakyang tricycle. Di na niya nagawang intindihin pa ang sinabi ng kanyang nanay.
“Dali.. Ang tagal naman..” ang inip na inip na sabi ni isagani dahil mahuhuli na siya sa field trip nila.
Tago kasi ang kanilang lugar. Malayo sa mismong kalsada kaya't gustuhin man niyang lakarin na lamang ito ay di nya magawa dahil mas matagal ang makokonsumong oras niya sa paglalakad papalabas ng kanilang lugar.
Maya- maya lamang ay may nakita nang tricycle si Isagani. Saktong sakto lamang dahil isa na lamang ang upuan na natitira sa likod ng tsuper ng tricycle. “Sa palengke po” ang dali daling sabi ni Isagani sa tsuper habang sumasakay sa sasakyan.
Di pa nakakalayo ang tricycle ay may naamoy si Isagani na hindi kanais nais.
“Kaya pala itong pwesto na lang ng tricycle ang walang umuupo kanina.” Ang sabi ni Isagani sa kanyang sarili.
Amoy araw at pawis na natuyo at tila ayaw kalimutan ang bakas ng kahapon kaya't hindi naligo ang nagmamaneho ng sinasakyan niya. Ang masaklap pa sa pangyayaring iyos ay nasa likod siya nito at ang direksyon ng hangin ay papalikod kaya't di nya magawang iwasan ang gumuguhit sa ilang na amoy ng mamang ito.
Tiniis na lamang ni Isagani ang masaklap na kapalaran niya kayat kinuha na lamang niya ang kanyang panyo at tinakluban ang kanyang ilong hanggang sa makarating siya sa palengke kung saan sasakay naman siya ng jeep papunta ng paaralan.
Makalipas ang ilang minuto ng hirap na paghinga ay nakarating narin siya sa sakayan ng jeep. Binayaran na niya nag pamasahe at nagmamadali siyang humabol sa papaalis ng sasakyan patungo ng kanyang paaralan. Maswerte siya sa pagkakataon na ito dahil maayos naman ang jeep na nasakyan niya.
“Sa Maligaya po.” ang saad ni Isagani habang inaabot ang kanyang bayad.
Maligaya ang pangalan ng paaralang pinapasukan niyang paaralan. Taliwas ito sa nararamdaman ng mga studyante habang sila ay nagkaklase sa masikip na silid.
Ang mga palikuran na mano mano ang flush, na halos di na magamit dahil sa mapang-akit na halimuyak na ibinibigay nito kahit dadaan ka lamang sa harapan ng palikuran.
nakakaawa kung tutuusin ang mga bata subalit sa tagal na nilang pumapasok dito ay nagagawa narin nila itong tiisin pa.
Biglang nakaramdam ng pagkaanotk itong si Isagani kayat naisipan niyang matulog muna ng kaunting oras. Alam niyang hindi siya lalampas dahil lahat naman ng jeep sa kanilang lugar ay tumitigil sa tapat ng paaralan tuwing dadaan sila roon.
Lumampas! patay na..tulog parin si Isagani.. Ginising siya ng kanyang katabi at sinabing nakalampas na sa kanyang paaralan ang jeep. Pinara ni Isagani ang jeep at bumaba ito agad.
“Maglalakad nanaman ako. Kailangan ko ng bilisan!”
Nagtataka si Isagani kung bakit sa dinami-dami naman ng jeep s kanilang lugar, iyong jeep na lamang na iyon ang bukod tanging hindi huminto sa paaralan.
Pinalampas na lamang niya ito at hihingal-hingal siyang naglakad patungo sa kanyang paaralan. Nang makarating siya sa paaralan, tahimik na rito at alam ni Isagani na nahuli na siya sa usapang oras. Naiwan na siya ng sasakyan. Pumasok na siya sa loob ng paaralan at dumiretso sa silid aralan nila.
“walang tao...” saad ni Isagani. Hinanap niya ang kanyang mga kamag-aral subalit di niya sila makita. Papaiyak na siya sapagkat matagal niyang pinaghandaan ang araw na iyon. Di niya lubos maisip kung bakit siya iniwan ng sasakyan at ng mga kalase niya.
“Patay sakin ung mga yun! iniwan ako!” ang paasar at paiyak na bulong ni Isagani.
Maya-maya lamang ay nakasalubong niya ang isang guro na ngingiti-ngiti sa kanya.
“Iho, bakit ka umiiyak?” ang sabi ng guro.
Di umiimik si Isagani kaya't nagsalita muli ang guro nila.
“Bakit ka nga pala naandito ngayon?”
“Naiwan po ako ng sasakyan.. di nila ako hinintay..” ang himihikbing sabi ni Isagani sa kanya.
“Naiwan? Bakit? Saan ba kayo papunta ngayon?”
“Field trip po kasi namin ngayon. Tinanghali ako ng gising kaya po hindi na ako nakaabot sa usapan naming oras.”
Natawa ang guro sa sinabi ni Isagani.
“Iho, Sabado pa lamang ngayon. Sa Lunes pa iyon di ba?” di ka ba nasabihan ng magulang mo na Sabado ngayon?”
Bigla ni Isagani naalala na may sinasabi nga pala ang nanay niya sa kanya habang siya ay nagmamano at nagpapapalam sa kanyang mga magulang.
“Ayun pala po ang sinasabi ng nanay ko sa akin kanina...” and sabi ni Isagani.
by: Patricia V. Aquino
“Field trip pa naman namin ngayon! nakuuuu!!!”
Tarantang taranta siya sa paghahanda para sa eskwelahan. Kinuha niya ang kanyang mga gamit na inihanda dalawang linggo na ang nakakaraan sa sobrang paga eksayt sa paparating na field trip ngayon.
Dali-dali siyang naligo at nagbihis para makaabot sa usapang oras na magkiita sa paaralan. Hindi na siya nakakakain ng umagahan dahil wala na ring oras para gawin niya iyon. Di na niya magawang kausapin ang mga tao sa paligid niya habang naghahanda sa pagpasok.
“Nay, tay, aalis na po ako.” Ang nagmamadaling sabi ni Isagani sa kanyang magulang habang nagmamano.
“Sa...” ang sabi ng kanyang ina. Di na niya natuloy ang kanyang sinasabi dahil nagmamadali siyang tumakbo papalabas ng bahay.
Tinakbo na ni Isagani ang paglabas niya sa bahay at dumiretso na sa kanto ng eskinita kung saan hahanap siya ng masasakyang tricycle. Di na niya nagawang intindihin pa ang sinabi ng kanyang nanay.
“Dali.. Ang tagal naman..” ang inip na inip na sabi ni isagani dahil mahuhuli na siya sa field trip nila.
Tago kasi ang kanilang lugar. Malayo sa mismong kalsada kaya't gustuhin man niyang lakarin na lamang ito ay di nya magawa dahil mas matagal ang makokonsumong oras niya sa paglalakad papalabas ng kanilang lugar.
Maya- maya lamang ay may nakita nang tricycle si Isagani. Saktong sakto lamang dahil isa na lamang ang upuan na natitira sa likod ng tsuper ng tricycle. “Sa palengke po” ang dali daling sabi ni Isagani sa tsuper habang sumasakay sa sasakyan.
Di pa nakakalayo ang tricycle ay may naamoy si Isagani na hindi kanais nais.
“Kaya pala itong pwesto na lang ng tricycle ang walang umuupo kanina.” Ang sabi ni Isagani sa kanyang sarili.
Amoy araw at pawis na natuyo at tila ayaw kalimutan ang bakas ng kahapon kaya't hindi naligo ang nagmamaneho ng sinasakyan niya. Ang masaklap pa sa pangyayaring iyos ay nasa likod siya nito at ang direksyon ng hangin ay papalikod kaya't di nya magawang iwasan ang gumuguhit sa ilang na amoy ng mamang ito.
Tiniis na lamang ni Isagani ang masaklap na kapalaran niya kayat kinuha na lamang niya ang kanyang panyo at tinakluban ang kanyang ilong hanggang sa makarating siya sa palengke kung saan sasakay naman siya ng jeep papunta ng paaralan.
Makalipas ang ilang minuto ng hirap na paghinga ay nakarating narin siya sa sakayan ng jeep. Binayaran na niya nag pamasahe at nagmamadali siyang humabol sa papaalis ng sasakyan patungo ng kanyang paaralan. Maswerte siya sa pagkakataon na ito dahil maayos naman ang jeep na nasakyan niya.
“Sa Maligaya po.” ang saad ni Isagani habang inaabot ang kanyang bayad.
Maligaya ang pangalan ng paaralang pinapasukan niyang paaralan. Taliwas ito sa nararamdaman ng mga studyante habang sila ay nagkaklase sa masikip na silid.
Ang mga palikuran na mano mano ang flush, na halos di na magamit dahil sa mapang-akit na halimuyak na ibinibigay nito kahit dadaan ka lamang sa harapan ng palikuran.
nakakaawa kung tutuusin ang mga bata subalit sa tagal na nilang pumapasok dito ay nagagawa narin nila itong tiisin pa.
Biglang nakaramdam ng pagkaanotk itong si Isagani kayat naisipan niyang matulog muna ng kaunting oras. Alam niyang hindi siya lalampas dahil lahat naman ng jeep sa kanilang lugar ay tumitigil sa tapat ng paaralan tuwing dadaan sila roon.
Lumampas! patay na..tulog parin si Isagani.. Ginising siya ng kanyang katabi at sinabing nakalampas na sa kanyang paaralan ang jeep. Pinara ni Isagani ang jeep at bumaba ito agad.
“Maglalakad nanaman ako. Kailangan ko ng bilisan!”
Nagtataka si Isagani kung bakit sa dinami-dami naman ng jeep s kanilang lugar, iyong jeep na lamang na iyon ang bukod tanging hindi huminto sa paaralan.
Pinalampas na lamang niya ito at hihingal-hingal siyang naglakad patungo sa kanyang paaralan. Nang makarating siya sa paaralan, tahimik na rito at alam ni Isagani na nahuli na siya sa usapang oras. Naiwan na siya ng sasakyan. Pumasok na siya sa loob ng paaralan at dumiretso sa silid aralan nila.
“walang tao...” saad ni Isagani. Hinanap niya ang kanyang mga kamag-aral subalit di niya sila makita. Papaiyak na siya sapagkat matagal niyang pinaghandaan ang araw na iyon. Di niya lubos maisip kung bakit siya iniwan ng sasakyan at ng mga kalase niya.
“Patay sakin ung mga yun! iniwan ako!” ang paasar at paiyak na bulong ni Isagani.
Maya-maya lamang ay nakasalubong niya ang isang guro na ngingiti-ngiti sa kanya.
“Iho, bakit ka umiiyak?” ang sabi ng guro.
Di umiimik si Isagani kaya't nagsalita muli ang guro nila.
“Bakit ka nga pala naandito ngayon?”
“Naiwan po ako ng sasakyan.. di nila ako hinintay..” ang himihikbing sabi ni Isagani sa kanya.
“Naiwan? Bakit? Saan ba kayo papunta ngayon?”
“Field trip po kasi namin ngayon. Tinanghali ako ng gising kaya po hindi na ako nakaabot sa usapan naming oras.”
Natawa ang guro sa sinabi ni Isagani.
“Iho, Sabado pa lamang ngayon. Sa Lunes pa iyon di ba?” di ka ba nasabihan ng magulang mo na Sabado ngayon?”
Bigla ni Isagani naalala na may sinasabi nga pala ang nanay niya sa kanya habang siya ay nagmamano at nagpapapalam sa kanyang mga magulang.
“Ayun pala po ang sinasabi ng nanay ko sa akin kanina...” and sabi ni Isagani.
by: Patricia V. Aquino
Blank Perfection
i'm staring at you now
please tell me we're okay
i'm not saying that we should end this
and if it will, please not in this way
we both know we're wrong
but why does it have to be like this?
i hate it when we fight
i hate it when you cry
i hate the words that leads to goodbye
we both know we're inlove
and we both feel the same
and no matter how we try
all we have is but a blank perfection
maybe it's the reason
why we got along so fast
we're both aware of our imperfections
and we know that we're not the same
we both know we're wrong
will this be last of our endless fight?
by: Patricia V. Aquino
please tell me we're okay
i'm not saying that we should end this
and if it will, please not in this way
we both know we're wrong
but why does it have to be like this?
i hate it when we fight
i hate it when you cry
i hate the words that leads to goodbye
we both know we're inlove
and we both feel the same
and no matter how we try
all we have is but a blank perfection
maybe it's the reason
why we got along so fast
we're both aware of our imperfections
and we know that we're not the same
we both know we're wrong
will this be last of our endless fight?
by: Patricia V. Aquino
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Heaven's Waiting
i'm listening to every breath
can you hang on for me?
will you leave me this easy?
if i could just cheat death
for you to stay with me..
hold on, just hold on
don't leave me this way
i would take you
to the places that we've never been
i would do anything
just to keep you with me
i won't let you go this easy
nor let Him take you away from me
but if heaven's really waiting for you
could i just steal a minute?
and be with you till your last breath
*the composition is about a guy who's girlfriend is dying.
it just popped up into my mind that's why i made a composition about it.
by: Patricia V. Aquino
can you hang on for me?
will you leave me this easy?
if i could just cheat death
for you to stay with me..
hold on, just hold on
don't leave me this way
i would take you
to the places that we've never been
i would do anything
just to keep you with me
i won't let you go this easy
nor let Him take you away from me
but if heaven's really waiting for you
could i just steal a minute?
and be with you till your last breath
*the composition is about a guy who's girlfriend is dying.
it just popped up into my mind that's why i made a composition about it.
by: Patricia V. Aquino
Friday, August 22, 2008
Blush-On
For Our AB Communication blockmates
BLUSH-ON
by Patricia Aquino,Patricia Abrihan,Djanine Antiporda & Dyren Dungca
verse I
unang araw ng eskwela
walang klasrum, hiwa-hiwalay pa
lahat natataranta
saan na kmi ppnta?
masakit na ang mga paa
sa kakaakyat-baba
naglilibot, nahihilo, di makita
CHORUS
sa aklatan nagsimula
ang pagbubuo ng barkada
knya-knyang tipon at porma
lahat nakikipgkilala
ngunit tila nakapagtataka
bakit hindi "raw" ngkakaisa?
klase'y nahati sa 2
na ngcmula lmng sa hiya
VERSE II
pnagdikit-dkit ang lamesa
sa cafeteria t'wing kakain na
nghhnap ng ginto
bgo isubo ang kutsara
BRIDGE
ngunit aming p22nayan
lahat ay mgkkaibign
mgkkptid ang 2ringan
sa nbubuong samhan
ENDING
nung una akala nila
di na mgkksundo pa
ngunit npgtanto namin na
"blush-on" lng pla ang pgkakaiba
BLUSH-ON
by Patricia Aquino,Patricia Abrihan,Djanine Antiporda & Dyren Dungca
verse I
unang araw ng eskwela
walang klasrum, hiwa-hiwalay pa
lahat natataranta
saan na kmi ppnta?
masakit na ang mga paa
sa kakaakyat-baba
naglilibot, nahihilo, di makita
CHORUS
sa aklatan nagsimula
ang pagbubuo ng barkada
knya-knyang tipon at porma
lahat nakikipgkilala
ngunit tila nakapagtataka
bakit hindi "raw" ngkakaisa?
klase'y nahati sa 2
na ngcmula lmng sa hiya
VERSE II
pnagdikit-dkit ang lamesa
sa cafeteria t'wing kakain na
nghhnap ng ginto
bgo isubo ang kutsara
BRIDGE
ngunit aming p22nayan
lahat ay mgkkaibign
mgkkptid ang 2ringan
sa nbubuong samhan
ENDING
nung una akala nila
di na mgkksundo pa
ngunit npgtanto namin na
"blush-on" lng pla ang pgkakaiba
Hiram Na Buhay
HIRAM NA BUHAY
by: Patricia V. Aquino
I
bkt ganito, bkt ganyan?
sinong may gawa at ano ang dahilan?
ang bansang puno ng mga katanungan,
ano na nga ba ang kalagayan?
II
sino ang ating sinisisi
sa mga problemang dumarating?
tanungin mo nga ang 'yong sarili,
gubyerno lang ba ang tiwali?
CHORUS
dito sa ating hiram na buhay
lahat tayo'y pantay-pantay
sa bawat isa nakasalalay
upang matamasa ang tagumpay
III
ano ba ang nararapat,
kung 'san ang nag iisa ay hindi sapat?
bakit hindi mo ko tulungan
na sagipin ang lahat sa kahirapan?
IV(bridge)
alam kong hiram lamang 'tong buhay
bkt pa tyo magsasayang ng oras?
kaya't sa bansang tila isang pilay
tayong lahat ang magsisilbing saklay
by: Patricia V. Aquino
I
bkt ganito, bkt ganyan?
sinong may gawa at ano ang dahilan?
ang bansang puno ng mga katanungan,
ano na nga ba ang kalagayan?
II
sino ang ating sinisisi
sa mga problemang dumarating?
tanungin mo nga ang 'yong sarili,
gubyerno lang ba ang tiwali?
CHORUS
dito sa ating hiram na buhay
lahat tayo'y pantay-pantay
sa bawat isa nakasalalay
upang matamasa ang tagumpay
III
ano ba ang nararapat,
kung 'san ang nag iisa ay hindi sapat?
bakit hindi mo ko tulungan
na sagipin ang lahat sa kahirapan?
IV(bridge)
alam kong hiram lamang 'tong buhay
bkt pa tyo magsasayang ng oras?
kaya't sa bansang tila isang pilay
tayong lahat ang magsisilbing saklay
Paano Ang Bukas
I
isigaw mo sa mundo
sabihin ang nais mo
kung nais mong tumakbo
sige, sabay na tayo
II
iwanan mo muna ang problema
kung gusto mo tutulungan kita
sarili'y palayain pansamantala
nang maramdaman ang pagiging malaya
CHORUS
wag isipn kung paano ang bukas
asahan mong adito lang ako
di mo kailangang mangamba
sabay tayong maglalakbay
dito sa mundong puno ng surpresa
III
sa lubid mo itali
mga problema mo at pighati
ako ang magiging saksi
sa pagpapalaya ng iyong sarili
BRIDGE
wag kang matakot, kasama mo ako
sabay tayong tatakbo, ako'y asahan mo.
isigaw mo sa mundo
sabihin ang nais mo
kung nais mong tumakbo
sige, sabay na tayo
II
iwanan mo muna ang problema
kung gusto mo tutulungan kita
sarili'y palayain pansamantala
nang maramdaman ang pagiging malaya
CHORUS
wag isipn kung paano ang bukas
asahan mong adito lang ako
di mo kailangang mangamba
sabay tayong maglalakbay
dito sa mundong puno ng surpresa
III
sa lubid mo itali
mga problema mo at pighati
ako ang magiging saksi
sa pagpapalaya ng iyong sarili
BRIDGE
wag kang matakot, kasama mo ako
sabay tayong tatakbo, ako'y asahan mo.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
radom.
new people. hihi^^,
yeah, i met a lot(for me) of people this day. it's kind of weird because im not usually as sociable as what i am this day. Maybe it's just myself trying to overcome my timidness..
good for me! i made a step forward!^^,
4 kids. 1 co-student. and a guy at the bus station.
**it was fun seeing those kids smile when i talk to them. It was a good thing that i didn't go home this afternoon because if i did, i would not be able to experience the things that i had in this day.
**i enjoyed listening to the story of my co-student while we were waiting for the time to go home. haha..
**the guy at the bus terminal made me scared for a while, while he's talking to me.. well.. i smiled.... and i guess he's just fond of talking to other people to entertain himself. But the feeling of me being scared to him is really inevitable. cause like what i've said a while ago, i'm a timid person and the only place where i can talk, talk, and talk is in this blog.
^^
well.. it's getting late. i'm tired and we still have classes tomorrow. nightie-night! take care and God Bless!^^,
yeah, i met a lot(for me) of people this day. it's kind of weird because im not usually as sociable as what i am this day. Maybe it's just myself trying to overcome my timidness..
good for me! i made a step forward!^^,
4 kids. 1 co-student. and a guy at the bus station.
**it was fun seeing those kids smile when i talk to them. It was a good thing that i didn't go home this afternoon because if i did, i would not be able to experience the things that i had in this day.
**i enjoyed listening to the story of my co-student while we were waiting for the time to go home. haha..
**the guy at the bus terminal made me scared for a while, while he's talking to me.. well.. i smiled.... and i guess he's just fond of talking to other people to entertain himself. But the feeling of me being scared to him is really inevitable. cause like what i've said a while ago, i'm a timid person and the only place where i can talk, talk, and talk is in this blog.
^^
well.. it's getting late. i'm tired and we still have classes tomorrow. nightie-night! take care and God Bless!^^,
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
when we hesitate
can love be really blind,
if it loves beyond what our eyes can see?
can love be mysterious,
if it sometimes invades privacy?
how stupid can we get
in loving someone we cannot forget?
how can we weigh things right
if love is blocking our sight?
does love deserve words?
can it justify the truth?
is it being absurd
if it promises you forever?
is it enough or is it unfair,
to love without reciprocating
should you wait in despair
and realize that it's all for nothing?
if it loves beyond what our eyes can see?
can love be mysterious,
if it sometimes invades privacy?
how stupid can we get
in loving someone we cannot forget?
how can we weigh things right
if love is blocking our sight?
does love deserve words?
can it justify the truth?
is it being absurd
if it promises you forever?
is it enough or is it unfair,
to love without reciprocating
should you wait in despair
and realize that it's all for nothing?
Friday, August 1, 2008
challege.
each day is a challenge to have a better day than yesterday.
sorry for not posting for almost a week now,. i just don't feel like posting when there are a lot of schoolworks to do. i'll try to catch up as soon as i finished everything. promise!^^,
sorry for not posting for almost a week now,. i just don't feel like posting when there are a lot of schoolworks to do. i'll try to catch up as soon as i finished everything. promise!^^,
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
i'm legal!
woa,.. i haven't blogged for a long time..
and yea,. i turned 18 this day(july 23).
this day is so far the best bday that i ever had.
i don't know why but, maybe it's because i celebrated it in a different way..
haha.. and later this lunch time,.. i got surprised when the staff of the restau. that we went to danced(a little) and sang a happy birthday for me.. i was soooo... embarrassed but not in a negative way,. haha^^, to make it short. IT WAS FUN.^^,
a million thanks to those people who greeted me this day.. you all made me feel special this day..^^,
Saturday, July 19, 2008
alone,..abandoned...
i
another rain on a sunny day
that washes away every inch of light
i tried to wipe them all away
but it keeps on blinding my sight
ii
time kept all it's memories
and trapped them in every drop
and now all that's left is nothing
as it dries out in waiting
iii
you took the light when you left
not even a spare to see whats ahead of me
you left me bind sighted
w/ all those visions of pretentious light
by: Patricia V. Aquino
another rain on a sunny day
that washes away every inch of light
i tried to wipe them all away
but it keeps on blinding my sight
ii
time kept all it's memories
and trapped them in every drop
and now all that's left is nothing
as it dries out in waiting
iii
you took the light when you left
not even a spare to see whats ahead of me
you left me bind sighted
w/ all those visions of pretentious light
by: Patricia V. Aquino
12,28
i
each word tells a mystery
every action implies confusion
each glance is an imagination
and every dream is a wish for reality
ii
that look seems different
it's a bewildering truth
a truth that lies to the beholder
and then creates fantasy
iii
those words are smooth
as if it means more than what is said
or it is as shallow as what it means
that it deepens no word
iv
these dreams are wishful
strings of hope are attached in every image
but these picture gets vague as i go nearer
and strings get thinner as i hold onto hope
v
those actions are deceiving
and i melt with it as i flow into belief
but something might have stopped me
to keep on believing in my own lies
vi
all this time it seems that im alone
thought someone just got lost in my way
but it's just me and paramoia
and thought that someone might have shared lies w/ me. . .
by: Patricia V. Aquino
each word tells a mystery
every action implies confusion
each glance is an imagination
and every dream is a wish for reality
ii
that look seems different
it's a bewildering truth
a truth that lies to the beholder
and then creates fantasy
iii
those words are smooth
as if it means more than what is said
or it is as shallow as what it means
that it deepens no word
iv
these dreams are wishful
strings of hope are attached in every image
but these picture gets vague as i go nearer
and strings get thinner as i hold onto hope
v
those actions are deceiving
and i melt with it as i flow into belief
but something might have stopped me
to keep on believing in my own lies
vi
all this time it seems that im alone
thought someone just got lost in my way
but it's just me and paramoia
and thought that someone might have shared lies w/ me. . .
by: Patricia V. Aquino
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
ha, ha, ha!^^,
just when i thought i've figured it out
i found myself so lost in your words
i thought i knew what it's all about
so i never even try to doubt
but this time i'll trust my intuition
i've sorted out the facts from fiction
i've made a mistake of falling
don't even try to call me mine!
you told me i'm your everything
sorry.. i won't believe that line!
save your words for your other woman
coz you're just like any other man
then i'll save my ha,ha,ha's for you
and better practice what you're gonna do
it's now my turn to play this game
let's see who will end up in shame
you will never see me crying
but you'll surely see me laughing
by: Patricia V. Aquino
i found myself so lost in your words
i thought i knew what it's all about
so i never even try to doubt
but this time i'll trust my intuition
i've sorted out the facts from fiction
i've made a mistake of falling
don't even try to call me mine!
you told me i'm your everything
sorry.. i won't believe that line!
save your words for your other woman
coz you're just like any other man
then i'll save my ha,ha,ha's for you
and better practice what you're gonna do
it's now my turn to play this game
let's see who will end up in shame
you will never see me crying
but you'll surely see me laughing
by: Patricia V. Aquino
Monday, July 14, 2008
Is This the End?
can you hear me?
there's something that i want you to know
that i'm dying to tell you
how much you mean to me
my heart's shouting in silence
and it's drowning in tears
can you give us a chance
and take back what we have for years?
breathing gets harder
in each passing day
i can't seem to get over
the mem'ries i cant erase
will it end this easy?
do we have to say goodbye?
we both have said our sorry's
but still, we're meant to cry.
can we save ourselves from this?
and bring back everything we've missed
by: Patricia V. Aquino
there's something that i want you to know
that i'm dying to tell you
how much you mean to me
my heart's shouting in silence
and it's drowning in tears
can you give us a chance
and take back what we have for years?
breathing gets harder
in each passing day
i can't seem to get over
the mem'ries i cant erase
will it end this easy?
do we have to say goodbye?
we both have said our sorry's
but still, we're meant to cry.
can we save ourselves from this?
and bring back everything we've missed
by: Patricia V. Aquino
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Write in white heat, but edit in cold blood.
write, write, write, everyday.
write about anything you want, everything that you can see..
just write.
others might say that writing is hard but there's nothing really hard in writing.
all you have to do is to get a pen and a paper, or sit down in front of your computer, open an application for writing and then start writing! it's that simple!
there are no boundaries when it comes to picking a subject for writing.
you can write about your pet, your pillows, your house, your hair, a person.. and even the simplest or smallest thing that you can see..
but you should always remember that after writing an article, a composition, a poem, etc...
you should edit it as if it is not your work. you should look at every detail of it and see if there's something that should be deleted, revised, or edited.
that is why we should write in white heat, but edit in cold blood.
write about anything you want, everything that you can see..
just write.
others might say that writing is hard but there's nothing really hard in writing.
all you have to do is to get a pen and a paper, or sit down in front of your computer, open an application for writing and then start writing! it's that simple!
there are no boundaries when it comes to picking a subject for writing.
you can write about your pet, your pillows, your house, your hair, a person.. and even the simplest or smallest thing that you can see..
but you should always remember that after writing an article, a composition, a poem, etc...
you should edit it as if it is not your work. you should look at every detail of it and see if there's something that should be deleted, revised, or edited.
that is why we should write in white heat, but edit in cold blood.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Political Correctness
A person could write a sentence that could inspire the whole world. A phrase to touch someone's heart and a word to create chaos. With just a pen and a paper, a person could make a difference. That's how powerful our words are. Rizal himself, proved that a pen could be mightier than a sword. It creates an impact that even words can challenge our beliefs. Whether it holds the truth or not, it manipulates our mind to do such actions as a response to those words. Words that could bring a person in bliss but could also sink into the deepest part of our system. Bruises could hurt for a matter of days, but words could hurt a lifetime. And with just a stroke of a pen, the writer could melt even the coldest and the hardest heart with the words that he/she will write.
Words are powerful, and it could affect the readers with the kinds of words that the writer uses. When putting views into words, a writer should also consider the fact that not all readers have equal perceptions about the things that s/he have written. The use of words that we thought are appropriate can sometimes create conflicts and misunderstandings between the readers and the writers and even among the readers themselves. As what Mark Twain said that "The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between a lightning and a lightning bug." For it could mean something different to the readers from what we want it to mean. A writer's improper use of words is like chewing a gum infornt of the reader. As if the readers were insulted and stepped on while or after reading the articles. If the writers would want the readers to appreciate their works, they should be extra careful on how they present their works and how they deliver their thoughts. Because words could mean different from what the writers want to imply. It could be deceiving.
And with the careful usage of words comes the readers' perception about the message and how they understand it. In the model of communication, The Sender-Message-Receiver is the basic model of communication. The sender will transmit the message using a channel while the receiver will decode the message and send a feed forward to inform the sender that s/he understood the message. But sending and receiving a message is not always accurate. There are barriers that affect the successfulness of the process. Language and location are some of the factors, a word used in a composition could mean different to other languages in specific locations. One good example is “Black Americans or Blacks” if an article would contain such term, it could insult the Black Americans if it was written in their location. But, if it will be read by the Filipinos, there will be no effect or any negative reactions coming from us because for the Filipinos, there's nothing wrong in using such term. But when the term will be used in the American society, it could create misunderstanding and conflict between the writer and the readers. If this would happen, then, the writer should look for an alternative word to avoid confusion to the readers part. S/he should be careful on what to write and be objective on the words that s/he will be using.
Another barrier is the education or the level of understanding of the readers and even the writer itself. If a writer is well informed on the political correctness in writing compositions, then s/he will not use informal words to make their readers get confused or react with what they have read. A well educated person would not use such words when writing and when talking to other people. The use of vulgar and foul words in writing could lose the formality of one's work. It is also a reflection of our educational attainment and how much do we know about ethics and morality. It's like we are what we write. And as for the readers, a word that the writers use could insult them if they are unaware of the whole meaning of the context/word or if it was improperly used in his/her compositions. People who have lower educational attainment could misinterpret what the writer have written. Let's just say that some words are not meant for writing. Some could lose the formality of the messages, some could insult us and the others are just unethical.
But, political correctness is not purely based on ethics pr morality. Because they could be constant or fixed. It implies conducts that can be applicable to different kinds of people. It may be ethically or morally correct, but politically incorrect. Political correctness depends on our location, level of understanding and the people that we are dealing with. Being politically correct should consider the impact of their words to their readers. If a person read an article which s/he finds insulting, he will sure have a negative connotation not only to the article but also to the author or the writer. People have prides of their own that when once questioned or stepped upon, they will make their stand to protect their beliefs and their side against the critics. In writing, it is always essential to consider the feelings and the state of the readers. Exaggerated, malicious, foul and discriminating thoughts and ideas should not be included when writing. It does not only loses the formality of the context, but it also brings a feeling of uneasiness to the readers.
I remembered the issue/conflict between an international show entitled, 'Desperate Housewives' and the Philippines regarding on the credibility of the Filipino medical graduates. It resulted to a huge misunderstanding between the Filipinos around the world and also, the show itself. The line of Terry Hatcher when she said that "can I check those diplomas because I want to make sure that they're not from some med school in the Philippines.", made The Filipino feel insulted and discriminated. A good example of political correctness.. The producers of the show and the ABC station told that they never intended to mean that way and that they never want to offend anybody especially the Filipinos. A single script made a huge impact to our country without even having the intention to do it. That's how powerful the words are. The scriptwriters thought that it will not cause such commotion and issue because, for them, there is nothing wrong in what they did. But, for the Filipinos, they felt insulted and humiliated. Despite of the apology that the show had given, Filipinos would not forget that the credibility of the Medical graduates of the Philippines is questioned and discriminated.
And after everything that has been written, it all narrows down to respect. Political correctness is respect... Respect to everyone's differences, culture, race and condition. We should write about the truth but in a manner that no one is being stepped on in our works. Writers should pay close attention or focus on the details of their compositions when writing informations, views, opinions, thoughts and such to gain the people's/readers acceptance and appreciation about the writers' works. Writing should be a win-win process... The writers gain self fulfillment, and appreciation while the readers would benefit from the writers' works.
But we should also remember that being POLITICALLY CORRECT could make our works BOXED. Sometimes, being too much of it could lose the punch or the edge in writing. We should bear in mind that a little of everything is enough so that we still have a piece of ourselves in our works.. Write out-of-the box but with enough political correctness..
by: Patricia V. Aquino
sources:
http://wuphys.wustl.edu/~katz/pc.html
http://rawstory.com/news/afp/_Desperate_Housewives_apology_over__10042007.html
Words are powerful, and it could affect the readers with the kinds of words that the writer uses. When putting views into words, a writer should also consider the fact that not all readers have equal perceptions about the things that s/he have written. The use of words that we thought are appropriate can sometimes create conflicts and misunderstandings between the readers and the writers and even among the readers themselves. As what Mark Twain said that "The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between a lightning and a lightning bug." For it could mean something different to the readers from what we want it to mean. A writer's improper use of words is like chewing a gum infornt of the reader. As if the readers were insulted and stepped on while or after reading the articles. If the writers would want the readers to appreciate their works, they should be extra careful on how they present their works and how they deliver their thoughts. Because words could mean different from what the writers want to imply. It could be deceiving.
And with the careful usage of words comes the readers' perception about the message and how they understand it. In the model of communication, The Sender-Message-Receiver is the basic model of communication. The sender will transmit the message using a channel while the receiver will decode the message and send a feed forward to inform the sender that s/he understood the message. But sending and receiving a message is not always accurate. There are barriers that affect the successfulness of the process. Language and location are some of the factors, a word used in a composition could mean different to other languages in specific locations. One good example is “Black Americans or Blacks” if an article would contain such term, it could insult the Black Americans if it was written in their location. But, if it will be read by the Filipinos, there will be no effect or any negative reactions coming from us because for the Filipinos, there's nothing wrong in using such term. But when the term will be used in the American society, it could create misunderstanding and conflict between the writer and the readers. If this would happen, then, the writer should look for an alternative word to avoid confusion to the readers part. S/he should be careful on what to write and be objective on the words that s/he will be using.
Another barrier is the education or the level of understanding of the readers and even the writer itself. If a writer is well informed on the political correctness in writing compositions, then s/he will not use informal words to make their readers get confused or react with what they have read. A well educated person would not use such words when writing and when talking to other people. The use of vulgar and foul words in writing could lose the formality of one's work. It is also a reflection of our educational attainment and how much do we know about ethics and morality. It's like we are what we write. And as for the readers, a word that the writers use could insult them if they are unaware of the whole meaning of the context/word or if it was improperly used in his/her compositions. People who have lower educational attainment could misinterpret what the writer have written. Let's just say that some words are not meant for writing. Some could lose the formality of the messages, some could insult us and the others are just unethical.
But, political correctness is not purely based on ethics pr morality. Because they could be constant or fixed. It implies conducts that can be applicable to different kinds of people. It may be ethically or morally correct, but politically incorrect. Political correctness depends on our location, level of understanding and the people that we are dealing with. Being politically correct should consider the impact of their words to their readers. If a person read an article which s/he finds insulting, he will sure have a negative connotation not only to the article but also to the author or the writer. People have prides of their own that when once questioned or stepped upon, they will make their stand to protect their beliefs and their side against the critics. In writing, it is always essential to consider the feelings and the state of the readers. Exaggerated, malicious, foul and discriminating thoughts and ideas should not be included when writing. It does not only loses the formality of the context, but it also brings a feeling of uneasiness to the readers.
I remembered the issue/conflict between an international show entitled, 'Desperate Housewives' and the Philippines regarding on the credibility of the Filipino medical graduates. It resulted to a huge misunderstanding between the Filipinos around the world and also, the show itself. The line of Terry Hatcher when she said that "can I check those diplomas because I want to make sure that they're not from some med school in the Philippines.", made The Filipino feel insulted and discriminated. A good example of political correctness.. The producers of the show and the ABC station told that they never intended to mean that way and that they never want to offend anybody especially the Filipinos. A single script made a huge impact to our country without even having the intention to do it. That's how powerful the words are. The scriptwriters thought that it will not cause such commotion and issue because, for them, there is nothing wrong in what they did. But, for the Filipinos, they felt insulted and humiliated. Despite of the apology that the show had given, Filipinos would not forget that the credibility of the Medical graduates of the Philippines is questioned and discriminated.
And after everything that has been written, it all narrows down to respect. Political correctness is respect... Respect to everyone's differences, culture, race and condition. We should write about the truth but in a manner that no one is being stepped on in our works. Writers should pay close attention or focus on the details of their compositions when writing informations, views, opinions, thoughts and such to gain the people's/readers acceptance and appreciation about the writers' works. Writing should be a win-win process... The writers gain self fulfillment, and appreciation while the readers would benefit from the writers' works.
But we should also remember that being POLITICALLY CORRECT could make our works BOXED. Sometimes, being too much of it could lose the punch or the edge in writing. We should bear in mind that a little of everything is enough so that we still have a piece of ourselves in our works.. Write out-of-the box but with enough political correctness..
by: Patricia V. Aquino
sources:
http://wuphys.wustl.edu/~katz/pc.html
http://rawstory.com/news/afp/_Desperate_Housewives_apology_over__10042007.html
within 3 weeks
i'm walking along the side of the shore.. it's almost sunset and i'm eager to see the one of the most wonderful mysteries of nature. then there's a girl seated at the far side of the beach.. you can see from afar her rosy, fair skin with a brown and long wavy hair... she looks in my direction, smiled and glances back to where she's looking at...
And at this moment in time, i feel gloomy... my whole morning has been a filled with tears.. and i still am now...
3 weeks ago
7:00am
i woke up and thought of texting her..i want to tell her something...
“good morning! have u eaten your breakfast?? see you at school... i love you!^^,”
no reply....
8:30am
i texted her again...
“where are you? i haven't seen you since our morning assemly.. are you ok? i want to tell you something...”
no reply...
8:54 am
she texted me..
“i'm sorry...”
I replied:
“what are you sorry for? where are you? why didn't you inform me that you'll not go to school today? pls reply.. i want to tell you something...”
no reply...
12:00pm
lunch time...
i texted her..
“happy lunch and eat well!”
still, there's no reply...
at that time, i felt that there must be something wrong..
what happened?? i'm really worried.. she didn't even replied in my texts... all she said was i'm sorry... what for????
12:33pm
“where are you? are you sick? why are you not replying to my texts?? i want to tell you something”
at last! she replied..
“im sorry... i haven't informed you that i'll be visiting my grandfather today.. i'll be gone for a couple of days,.. i hope to see you as soon as i got back...”
at least i felt relieved. but i still felt that there's something wrong.. and i don't know what it is... there's still something that i want to tell her...
i replied..
oh i see.. i'll miss you! i love you! tell me when you already came back.. there's something that i want to tell you... see you soon!^^,
no reply...
3:15pm
dismissal time.. i went home filled with wonders in my head. Though i know i shouldn't doubt on what she said to me.. but i can't avoid of thinking that there's still words left unsaid.. “ i have to text her again” i said...
“hello.. how's your grandfather? is he ok? can i visit him?”
she replied:
“i'm sorry,.. but you can't.. he told me not to bring someone with us when we visit him.. he wants to be alone with his family... i'm sorry...”
I replied:
oh,.. ok,..i love you! im missing you already... and by the way.. just tell your granpa to get well soon! take care!^^,
that was the last text that i received from her...after that message, she did not text me again..
weeks have passed.. but she still haven't texted me...i'm worried,.. i wonder how's her grandfather?
“how's you grandfather?”
no reply...
i miss her so much.. it has been two weeks alredy since she left... i want to see her but i don't know where and how.. i still haven't told her something that i want to say...
3rd week (present week)
i texted her.. as usual..
7:00am
“ hi, Good morning! im missing you badly! when will you come back?? I LOVE YOU... i hope to see you soon”
she's still not replying..
7:00am(1st week)
“good morning! have u eaten your breakfast?? see you at school... i love you!^^,”
i did not reply...
i want tell him something.. but i know that if i'll do that, i might hurt his feelings..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
8:30am
“where are you? i haven't seen you since our morning assemly.. are you ok?i want to tell you something..”
i did not reply..
i wonder what he's going to tell me??
i want to tell him where i am,. but if i'll tell him,.. i might hurt his feelings,..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
8:54 am
i texted him..
“i'm sorry...”
he replied:
“what are you sorry for? where are you? why didn't you inform me that you'll not go to school today?pls reply.. i want to tell you something...”
i wonder what he's going to tell me??
i want to tell him everythin...but if i'll tell him,.. i might hurt his feelings,..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
12:00pm
lunch time...
“happy lunch and eat well!”
i did not reply...
i wonder what he's going to tell me??
i can't eat.. i don't feel like eating... i want to tell him everything...but if i'll tell him,.. i might hurt his feelings,..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
12:33pm
“where are you? are you sick? why are you not answering my texts?? i want to tell you something
i texted him for the 2nd time:
“im sorry... i haven't informed you that i'll be visiting my grandfather today.. i'll be gone for a caouple of days,.. i hope to see you as soon as i got back...”
i wonder what he's going to tell me??...
i feel guilty... i want to tell him everything... but i'm afraid that i'll just hurt his feelings... so i might as weel keep it to myself..i still love him...but i don't want to hurt him...
am i being selfish??
3:15pm
our dismissal time..
“hello.. how's your grandfather? is he ok? can i visit him?”
i replied for the last time:
“i'm sorry,.. but you can't.. he told me not to bring someone with us when we visit him.. he wants to be alone with his family... i'm sorry...”
am i that selfish?? i feelguilty... i want to tell him everything... but i'm afraid that i'll just hurt his feelings... so i might as weel keep it to myself..i still love him...but i don't want to hurt him...
i can't use my cellphone anymore after this moment..
i want to text him.. but i can't.. I STILL LOVE HIM... but i don't want to hurt his feelings...
i want to tell him everything.. but i can't...
i might not be able to go back... they advised me to stay in my room.. i love him... i want to see him...
7:30am wednesday(present week)
i received a text message from her..
“can you come at our house? i'm her mother”
her mother?? what the!! why is she using her phone?? what's happening??
i replied:
ok ma'am,.. may i know where she is?? i've been texting her everyday since she left.. but she hardly replied...
her mom replied:
she's here.. just come... i want to tell you something...
i wonder??
“hmmm... at last! i can tell her what i want to say..
i hurriedly went to her house and brought some things with me..
i miss her so much! i just want to see her soon!
when i arrived at her house, i immediately saw her mother in black..
their house was filled with flowers and candles... as if someone died..
and then i remembered that my girlfriend's grandfather was sick..
i went to her mother in their porch and told her my condolences...
she hugged me tightly and cried so hard...
“i guess this is not the right time to tell her this...” i said to myself.
“she wanted to tell you everything, but she's afraid that you might worry so much that you'd set aside your studies if you'll find it out.” her mother told me..
“wh,..why?? is there something wrong in knowing that her granfather WAS sick?”
“she told that to you?”
“yes ma'am.. but what's wrong with that?”
“she lied to you.. her grandfather was a;ready dead..”
“yes.. i know that already.. isn't it obvious right now?”
“oh son,.. yes,.. he's already dead... but....”
“but what ma'am??”
“she was sick... and she did not tell it to you cause you might get worried.. she doens't want you to see her like that”
“whe...where is she?? can you take me to her??”
she held my hand tightly while telling me to stay strong..
we went inside the house and she took me to my girlfriend...
at first i thought i was just mistaking... but then, when i saw her... i did not even had the chance to take a deep breath.. i was shocked!
i don't really know what to feel...
i want to shout at her.. but her face looked innocent to what just happened...
i'm mad.. i know i am,.. but not to her,.. im mad to what had just happened!
her mother cried ad told me that her daughter never intended to hide it from you.. but she's afraid that she'll ruin my studies and my future... she told me that i want to graduate with honors and achieve my dreams so bad.
“but,. everything is not important if she's not with me! everything that i've dreamed of is about us about her! i told her mother while crying out loud...
“it's too late now. too late... now i can't even give this to her... she can;t even see what i'm holding... i love her very much! she told me she'd come back to see me! but all this time,.. she was sick! i should have helped her!”
“it's not your fault son,. she loved you very very much.. she always talked about you.. about how you look like,.. how you've met.. all that she said was about you.. and about how much she loved you!. i hope you'd understand why she did not tell you that she'll die soon... because she doen't want you to see her suffer.. she loved you,. and it'll hurt her more if she'll see you hurting because of her...”
i did not speak after what her mother had told me... everything's clear now,..
but still i can't understand why she did not tell me before that she's sick..
i love her so much!
“i'm planning to propose to her today,.. infront of you.. but i guess it wont happen,..”
her mother just hugged me tightly..
“she's fine now,. she can rest peacefully,.” said her nother..
i stayed there ovenight with just thinking of what happened, of our past, of our memories together, of her... everything!everything about her and the times that i'm with her...
friday(present week)
2 days after her death,..
it's time to say my last goodbye..
everything was so gloomy,.. everyones crying..
and then i bid my last goodbye to her before she leave..
“ wait for me,.. i'll see you there when the time comes! i'll miss you!i love you,.”
4:28pm
(a day after the burial, present time)
i'm walking along the side of the shore.. it's almost sunset and i'm eager to see the one of the most wonderful mysteries of nature. and then there's a girl seated at the far side of the beach.. you can see from afar her rosy, fair skin with a brown and long wavy hair... she looks in my direction, smiled and glances back to where she's looking at...
it's just an imagination.. i thought i saw her... i miss her so much! and i wished that i told her that i want to marry her.. but it's too late..
but, at least she's fine now,.. she can rest well..
“i love her.. i miss her..”
until we meet again..
by: Patricia V. Aquino
And at this moment in time, i feel gloomy... my whole morning has been a filled with tears.. and i still am now...
3 weeks ago
7:00am
i woke up and thought of texting her..i want to tell her something...
“good morning! have u eaten your breakfast?? see you at school... i love you!^^,”
no reply....
8:30am
i texted her again...
“where are you? i haven't seen you since our morning assemly.. are you ok? i want to tell you something...”
no reply...
8:54 am
she texted me..
“i'm sorry...”
I replied:
“what are you sorry for? where are you? why didn't you inform me that you'll not go to school today? pls reply.. i want to tell you something...”
no reply...
12:00pm
lunch time...
i texted her..
“happy lunch and eat well!”
still, there's no reply...
at that time, i felt that there must be something wrong..
what happened?? i'm really worried.. she didn't even replied in my texts... all she said was i'm sorry... what for????
12:33pm
“where are you? are you sick? why are you not replying to my texts?? i want to tell you something”
at last! she replied..
“im sorry... i haven't informed you that i'll be visiting my grandfather today.. i'll be gone for a couple of days,.. i hope to see you as soon as i got back...”
at least i felt relieved. but i still felt that there's something wrong.. and i don't know what it is... there's still something that i want to tell her...
i replied..
oh i see.. i'll miss you! i love you! tell me when you already came back.. there's something that i want to tell you... see you soon!^^,
no reply...
3:15pm
dismissal time.. i went home filled with wonders in my head. Though i know i shouldn't doubt on what she said to me.. but i can't avoid of thinking that there's still words left unsaid.. “ i have to text her again” i said...
“hello.. how's your grandfather? is he ok? can i visit him?”
she replied:
“i'm sorry,.. but you can't.. he told me not to bring someone with us when we visit him.. he wants to be alone with his family... i'm sorry...”
I replied:
oh,.. ok,..i love you! im missing you already... and by the way.. just tell your granpa to get well soon! take care!^^,
that was the last text that i received from her...after that message, she did not text me again..
weeks have passed.. but she still haven't texted me...i'm worried,.. i wonder how's her grandfather?
“how's you grandfather?”
no reply...
i miss her so much.. it has been two weeks alredy since she left... i want to see her but i don't know where and how.. i still haven't told her something that i want to say...
3rd week (present week)
i texted her.. as usual..
7:00am
“ hi, Good morning! im missing you badly! when will you come back?? I LOVE YOU... i hope to see you soon”
she's still not replying..
7:00am(1st week)
“good morning! have u eaten your breakfast?? see you at school... i love you!^^,”
i did not reply...
i want tell him something.. but i know that if i'll do that, i might hurt his feelings..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
8:30am
“where are you? i haven't seen you since our morning assemly.. are you ok?i want to tell you something..”
i did not reply..
i wonder what he's going to tell me??
i want to tell him where i am,. but if i'll tell him,.. i might hurt his feelings,..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
8:54 am
i texted him..
“i'm sorry...”
he replied:
“what are you sorry for? where are you? why didn't you inform me that you'll not go to school today?pls reply.. i want to tell you something...”
i wonder what he's going to tell me??
i want to tell him everythin...but if i'll tell him,.. i might hurt his feelings,..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
12:00pm
lunch time...
“happy lunch and eat well!”
i did not reply...
i wonder what he's going to tell me??
i can't eat.. i don't feel like eating... i want to tell him everything...but if i'll tell him,.. i might hurt his feelings,..
so i better keep it to myself... i still love him..but... i don't want to hurt him...
12:33pm
“where are you? are you sick? why are you not answering my texts?? i want to tell you something
i texted him for the 2nd time:
“im sorry... i haven't informed you that i'll be visiting my grandfather today.. i'll be gone for a caouple of days,.. i hope to see you as soon as i got back...”
i wonder what he's going to tell me??...
i feel guilty... i want to tell him everything... but i'm afraid that i'll just hurt his feelings... so i might as weel keep it to myself..i still love him...but i don't want to hurt him...
am i being selfish??
3:15pm
our dismissal time..
“hello.. how's your grandfather? is he ok? can i visit him?”
i replied for the last time:
“i'm sorry,.. but you can't.. he told me not to bring someone with us when we visit him.. he wants to be alone with his family... i'm sorry...”
am i that selfish?? i feelguilty... i want to tell him everything... but i'm afraid that i'll just hurt his feelings... so i might as weel keep it to myself..i still love him...but i don't want to hurt him...
i can't use my cellphone anymore after this moment..
i want to text him.. but i can't.. I STILL LOVE HIM... but i don't want to hurt his feelings...
i want to tell him everything.. but i can't...
i might not be able to go back... they advised me to stay in my room.. i love him... i want to see him...
7:30am wednesday(present week)
i received a text message from her..
“can you come at our house? i'm her mother”
her mother?? what the!! why is she using her phone?? what's happening??
i replied:
ok ma'am,.. may i know where she is?? i've been texting her everyday since she left.. but she hardly replied...
her mom replied:
she's here.. just come... i want to tell you something...
i wonder??
“hmmm... at last! i can tell her what i want to say..
i hurriedly went to her house and brought some things with me..
i miss her so much! i just want to see her soon!
when i arrived at her house, i immediately saw her mother in black..
their house was filled with flowers and candles... as if someone died..
and then i remembered that my girlfriend's grandfather was sick..
i went to her mother in their porch and told her my condolences...
she hugged me tightly and cried so hard...
“i guess this is not the right time to tell her this...” i said to myself.
“she wanted to tell you everything, but she's afraid that you might worry so much that you'd set aside your studies if you'll find it out.” her mother told me..
“wh,..why?? is there something wrong in knowing that her granfather WAS sick?”
“she told that to you?”
“yes ma'am.. but what's wrong with that?”
“she lied to you.. her grandfather was a;ready dead..”
“yes.. i know that already.. isn't it obvious right now?”
“oh son,.. yes,.. he's already dead... but....”
“but what ma'am??”
“she was sick... and she did not tell it to you cause you might get worried.. she doens't want you to see her like that”
“whe...where is she?? can you take me to her??”
she held my hand tightly while telling me to stay strong..
we went inside the house and she took me to my girlfriend...
at first i thought i was just mistaking... but then, when i saw her... i did not even had the chance to take a deep breath.. i was shocked!
i don't really know what to feel...
i want to shout at her.. but her face looked innocent to what just happened...
i'm mad.. i know i am,.. but not to her,.. im mad to what had just happened!
her mother cried ad told me that her daughter never intended to hide it from you.. but she's afraid that she'll ruin my studies and my future... she told me that i want to graduate with honors and achieve my dreams so bad.
“but,. everything is not important if she's not with me! everything that i've dreamed of is about us about her! i told her mother while crying out loud...
“it's too late now. too late... now i can't even give this to her... she can;t even see what i'm holding... i love her very much! she told me she'd come back to see me! but all this time,.. she was sick! i should have helped her!”
“it's not your fault son,. she loved you very very much.. she always talked about you.. about how you look like,.. how you've met.. all that she said was about you.. and about how much she loved you!. i hope you'd understand why she did not tell you that she'll die soon... because she doen't want you to see her suffer.. she loved you,. and it'll hurt her more if she'll see you hurting because of her...”
i did not speak after what her mother had told me... everything's clear now,..
but still i can't understand why she did not tell me before that she's sick..
i love her so much!
“i'm planning to propose to her today,.. infront of you.. but i guess it wont happen,..”
her mother just hugged me tightly..
“she's fine now,. she can rest peacefully,.” said her nother..
i stayed there ovenight with just thinking of what happened, of our past, of our memories together, of her... everything!everything about her and the times that i'm with her...
friday(present week)
2 days after her death,..
it's time to say my last goodbye..
everything was so gloomy,.. everyones crying..
and then i bid my last goodbye to her before she leave..
“ wait for me,.. i'll see you there when the time comes! i'll miss you!i love you,.”
4:28pm
(a day after the burial, present time)
i'm walking along the side of the shore.. it's almost sunset and i'm eager to see the one of the most wonderful mysteries of nature. and then there's a girl seated at the far side of the beach.. you can see from afar her rosy, fair skin with a brown and long wavy hair... she looks in my direction, smiled and glances back to where she's looking at...
it's just an imagination.. i thought i saw her... i miss her so much! and i wished that i told her that i want to marry her.. but it's too late..
but, at least she's fine now,.. she can rest well..
“i love her.. i miss her..”
until we meet again..
by: Patricia V. Aquino
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Anong dapat kong gawin??
Malamig... madilim at wala akong makita.... kahit kaunting liwanag ay wala akong maaninag.... malakas ang hangin sa labas ng bahay... ang bagyo ay patuloy parin sa pananalasa,... tiniis ko ang lamig na dulot ng panahon... ninais kong lumabas ng silid ngunit di ko magawa... ginapang ko na ang bawat sulok... subalit wala akong makita... anong oras na ba?? gaano na ba ako katagal na nakakulong sa mga sulok ng silid na ito? madilim at malamig... tila lahat ng aking kalamnan ay naninigas sa lamig at nangangatal sa gutom... nanlalambot na ako... nawawalan narin ako ng pag asa... sa tantya ko ay halos magdadalawang oras narin akong naandito...
ano ba ang dapat kong gawin? nagkakainan na ang sikmura ko.. ni hindi ko magawang makatulog sa gutom na nararamdaman ko... wala parin akong maaninag na ilaw... ano na ang mangyayari sa akin??
ginapang ko ulit ang buong silid at hinanap ang bagay na makapagpapalaya sa akin sa pagkakakulong ko dito sa malamig at napakadilim na lugar..
nais kong humingi ng saklolo subalit walang makakarinig sa akin... natatalo ng hangin at lakas ng ulan ang boses kong malumay... wala na akong pag asa... wala narin akong magagawa kundi maghintay hanggang sa magliwanag...
walang kasiguraduhan ang aking kaligtasan kung ako ay lalabas sa pintuan.. nasa ikalawang palapag ako at di ko saulo ang daan.. maaaring mahulog sa hagdan kung ako'y magbabalak na umalis sa silid..
matagal na oras pa hanggang sa magliwanag.. kumakalam na ang aking sikmura.. nanlalamig ang aking mga kalamnan... at hanggang ngayon ay di ko parin makita ng tanging bagay na makakatulong sa akin sa paglabas ng silid.. isang bagay na pati lamig na aking nararamdaman ay mababawasan... malaking bagay ang maidudulot nito sa aking paglabas sa silid..
hinihintay ko na magliwanag.. subalit wala na kong pag asa... pinipilit kong matulog.. pero di ko magawang gawin.. gutom na ako.. nilalamig din ako...
makalipas ang napakahabang oras.. sa wakas! lumiwanag nrn!pero di ko parin makita ang tanging bagay na makakapagpalabas sa akin sa silid.. hinanap ko... bawat sulok... hinalughog... “KASALANAN KO ITO! masyado akong naging pabaya!” ayan ang sabi ko sa sarili ko..
pagdating ko sa pintuan, laking gulat ko ng makita ko ang aking hinahanap!
ang nawawala kong SAPATOS! sa wakas at nakita ko na! “MAKAKALABAS NA KO NG SILID NA ITO!” ang sinabi ko sa sarili ko.. SALAMAT SA KURYENTE!
makakatulong ang sapatos na ito sa pagpapawi ng kahit konting lamig na aking nararamdaman! Makakalabas nrn ako ng silid upang makabili ng makakain! SALAMAT NAMAN!
laking ginhawa ko ng ito'y aking makita.. ngayon,.. ang aking kalamnan ay mapupunan na ng pagkain.. ilang oras din akong nakulong sa malamig na silid na iyon!
umuulan parin.. pero,.. makakaalis na ako ng maayos gmait ang sapatos kong kanina lamang ay nawawala... salamat sa KURYENTE!
By: Patricia V. Aquino
ano ba ang dapat kong gawin? nagkakainan na ang sikmura ko.. ni hindi ko magawang makatulog sa gutom na nararamdaman ko... wala parin akong maaninag na ilaw... ano na ang mangyayari sa akin??
ginapang ko ulit ang buong silid at hinanap ang bagay na makapagpapalaya sa akin sa pagkakakulong ko dito sa malamig at napakadilim na lugar..
nais kong humingi ng saklolo subalit walang makakarinig sa akin... natatalo ng hangin at lakas ng ulan ang boses kong malumay... wala na akong pag asa... wala narin akong magagawa kundi maghintay hanggang sa magliwanag...
walang kasiguraduhan ang aking kaligtasan kung ako ay lalabas sa pintuan.. nasa ikalawang palapag ako at di ko saulo ang daan.. maaaring mahulog sa hagdan kung ako'y magbabalak na umalis sa silid..
matagal na oras pa hanggang sa magliwanag.. kumakalam na ang aking sikmura.. nanlalamig ang aking mga kalamnan... at hanggang ngayon ay di ko parin makita ng tanging bagay na makakatulong sa akin sa paglabas ng silid.. isang bagay na pati lamig na aking nararamdaman ay mababawasan... malaking bagay ang maidudulot nito sa aking paglabas sa silid..
hinihintay ko na magliwanag.. subalit wala na kong pag asa... pinipilit kong matulog.. pero di ko magawang gawin.. gutom na ako.. nilalamig din ako...
makalipas ang napakahabang oras.. sa wakas! lumiwanag nrn!pero di ko parin makita ang tanging bagay na makakapagpalabas sa akin sa silid.. hinanap ko... bawat sulok... hinalughog... “KASALANAN KO ITO! masyado akong naging pabaya!” ayan ang sabi ko sa sarili ko..
pagdating ko sa pintuan, laking gulat ko ng makita ko ang aking hinahanap!
ang nawawala kong SAPATOS! sa wakas at nakita ko na! “MAKAKALABAS NA KO NG SILID NA ITO!” ang sinabi ko sa sarili ko.. SALAMAT SA KURYENTE!
makakatulong ang sapatos na ito sa pagpapawi ng kahit konting lamig na aking nararamdaman! Makakalabas nrn ako ng silid upang makabili ng makakain! SALAMAT NAMAN!
laking ginhawa ko ng ito'y aking makita.. ngayon,.. ang aking kalamnan ay mapupunan na ng pagkain.. ilang oras din akong nakulong sa malamig na silid na iyon!
umuulan parin.. pero,.. makakaalis na ako ng maayos gmait ang sapatos kong kanina lamang ay nawawala... salamat sa KURYENTE!
By: Patricia V. Aquino
bad day!
PART 1
after our NSTP class this afternoon,. i went home alone.. it was raining and so i decided to ride a bus instead of a jeepney on my way home.. earlier this day, i was not already in a good mood.. i'm just diverting my attention from thinking about what i feel and stay positive as much as possible..
and then here comes the worst part.. i'm already riding a bus on my way home when i realized that im missing my cellphone! i looked for it inside my bag for almost 4 times already and still i was not able to find it!
damn! i left it at the library while researching about the topic that we are to discuss in the class.
and so despite of paying the fare, i went infront of the bus to go down..
i felt nervous, tired, and annoyed.
after i went down the bus,.. i crossed the street and rode a jeepney in which i thought that it was heading to my school!
damn! i've ridden the wrong jeep!
i felt so much annoyed that i almost shouted and said SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!!!!
i already payed the fare for 8php. but i still told the chauffeur to pull over.
i walked... walked...walked...and walked.. until i've reached the place where i can ride a jeepney going to my school..
STUPID ME!!!STUPID! STUPID! URGH!
i really prayed so hard that i'll be able to find my CP in the library! I felt really bad at that moment because that cellphone is with me in just less than 3 months! URGH!
well,.. the moment i went down on the jeep,.. i ran so hard to go to our library.. i was scared because i have no idea if the librarians saw it and put it in the lost and found box or not...
i ran,.. until i reached the library.. i immediately asked the librarian if they saw my phone..
"i've been waiting for you to come. It's a good thing that we are the one's who saw it. If a silly student might have seen it ahead of us, you might not get it back again"
i felt relieved! "THANK YOU VERY MUCH! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"
that's all i said to them,..
and then after that moment, i checked my phone and went home teary eyed..
PART 2
i feel so down this day that when i got home from school, i locked the door and cried so hard.
until now while i'm typing this blog,.. i still feel so down..
am i being selfish for thinking what i'm thinking right now????
someday,... maybe i'll realize my worth... because right now,.. i still feel that people can't appreciate everything that i do,.. i'm trying so hard to feel it. And this day, it got even worse,.. :'c
after our NSTP class this afternoon,. i went home alone.. it was raining and so i decided to ride a bus instead of a jeepney on my way home.. earlier this day, i was not already in a good mood.. i'm just diverting my attention from thinking about what i feel and stay positive as much as possible..
and then here comes the worst part.. i'm already riding a bus on my way home when i realized that im missing my cellphone! i looked for it inside my bag for almost 4 times already and still i was not able to find it!
damn! i left it at the library while researching about the topic that we are to discuss in the class.
and so despite of paying the fare, i went infront of the bus to go down..
i felt nervous, tired, and annoyed.
after i went down the bus,.. i crossed the street and rode a jeepney in which i thought that it was heading to my school!
damn! i've ridden the wrong jeep!
i felt so much annoyed that i almost shouted and said SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!!!!
i already payed the fare for 8php. but i still told the chauffeur to pull over.
i walked... walked...walked...and walked.. until i've reached the place where i can ride a jeepney going to my school..
STUPID ME!!!STUPID! STUPID! URGH!
i really prayed so hard that i'll be able to find my CP in the library! I felt really bad at that moment because that cellphone is with me in just less than 3 months! URGH!
well,.. the moment i went down on the jeep,.. i ran so hard to go to our library.. i was scared because i have no idea if the librarians saw it and put it in the lost and found box or not...
i ran,.. until i reached the library.. i immediately asked the librarian if they saw my phone..
"i've been waiting for you to come. It's a good thing that we are the one's who saw it. If a silly student might have seen it ahead of us, you might not get it back again"
i felt relieved! "THANK YOU VERY MUCH! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"
that's all i said to them,..
and then after that moment, i checked my phone and went home teary eyed..
PART 2
i feel so down this day that when i got home from school, i locked the door and cried so hard.
until now while i'm typing this blog,.. i still feel so down..
am i being selfish for thinking what i'm thinking right now????
someday,... maybe i'll realize my worth... because right now,.. i still feel that people can't appreciate everything that i do,.. i'm trying so hard to feel it. And this day, it got even worse,.. :'c
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Ang Baso ni Tasyo
“Walang Himala! Ughem, Ughem!” ang pasigaw, sabay ubo na sabi ng lola ni Tasyo na tila wiling-wili sa panonood ng sinaunang palabas sa telebisyon.
“Tasyo! Abutan mo nga ako ng isang basong tubig! Ughem, ughem!” Ang halos di na makahingang utos ng matanda sa kanyang apo.
“Ang sabi ko nmn po kasi sa inyo na wag na masyadong magkakakanta sa tuwing makikinig kayo sa radyo. Lalo na yang mga kanta ng chicosci! aba inang! di na ho kayo bumabata.. kaya wag na ho kayo masyadong kumanta ng mga rock na kanta!” ang nagmamadaling sabi ni tasyo sa kanyang lola na patuloy parin sa panonood ng palabas ng paborito nyang artista.
Isang oras na ang nakalipas sa panonood ni lola. Matatapos na ang palabas ng bigla na nya lang pinatay ang telebisyon. Tinawag nya si Tasyo at pinaupo sa kanyang tabi. Si Tasyo ay magsasampung taong gulang pa lamang ngunit malalim na ang pagiisip. Marahil ay dulot narin ito ng pagiging malapit sa kanyang lola. Maliit, payat at maputi. Kaya naman nagkasya siya sa maliit na espasyo sa upuan..
“Kailan po ba ang uwi ng mga magulang ko?”
“Mukang matatagalan pa apo.. Sabi kc sa akin sa text kaninag umaga eh sa isang linggo pa ang uwi nila mula sa maynila. Di pa raw gaanong nauubos binebenta nilang walis kaya hindi sila makauwi agad.”
Malungkot ang naging mukha ni tasyo ng malaman niya ang balita ng kanyang inang. Subalit nagulat siya ng iabot ng lola niya ang basong binigay nya kanina na wala naman halos nabawas sa laman.
“Bakit hindi nyo ho ininom yung tubig?”
“Uminom ako,.. Kaso sana kinuha mo iyong tubig na nasa “prigider”.”
“Pasensya na ho.. Nagmamadali lng tlga ako kanina kaya sa gripo ko nlng kinuha ang tubig.”
“Ay siya, ok laang iyon apo.. Ang mahalaga eh nakainom ako agad.. Salamat”
Biglang napansin ni Tasyo na ang basong ginagamit ng lola nya ay kakaiba sa lahat ng mga basong nakita nya.. pulang pula ito.. at maliit ang bibig ng inuman... “Inang, saan nyo po nabili ang baso na yan?” Tanong ni Tasyo. “ito ba?” Sabay ngiti ng matanda. “Aba, pamana pa ito sa akin ng mga magulang ko. Sabi nila eh may kakaibang hiwaga daw iyon. Di ako sigurado sa mga bagay na ginagawa ng basong iyan subalit, ng mapasaakin yan noong ako ay halos kasing edad mo eh madami na akong.............
“These roses died, three days since
Black roses died, we said goodbye
These roses died, three days since
I'm sorry, I miss you”
Tumunog ang cellphone ni lola.. “Seven Black Roses” ng Chicosci ang ring tone nito..
Tumatawag pla ang ama ni Tasyo. Nguit tinapos muna ni lola ang pakikinig ring tone bago nya ito sagutin. Kukuhanin na sana ni Tasyo ang cellphone subait tumanggi ang matanda na sagutin ito agad. Tapusin daw muna ang kanta bago nya ito sagutin.
“Hello, inang..”
“Oh? kamusta na ang benta nyo?”
Habang nag-uusap ang mag ina sa cellphone, pinag masdan ni Tasyo ang sinaunang baso na pamana ng mga ninuno pa nya sa kanyang lola. Sinusuri niya itong mabuti sapagkat ngayon lang siya nakakita ng ganitong uri ng baso na ayon sa lola nya ay napakahiwaga.
Matapos ang makipag usap si lola sa cellphone, sinabi niya sa kanyang apo na ipapasa na nya ang basong iyon sa kanya. Tuwang tuwa si Tasyo na parang ngayon lang nakakita ng baso sa sobrang pagkamangha dito.
“Maraming salamat inang!” ang sabi ni tasyo habang tumatalon talon sa pa sa tuwa.
“Basta ingatan mo yan! mas matanda pa yan sa iyong ama...” sagot ng lola.
“Oho inang!salamat po ulit!”
Nagtungo na sa kwarto si Tasyo dala-dala ang basong pula. Ipinatong ito sa kama at magdamag na tinititigan ni Tasyo. Tila naghihintay siya na may gawing himala ang baso sa harap nya. Gabi na noon ng makatulog na si Tasyo na katabi ang basong pula. Napagod na yata sa kakatitig at kakapunas ng baso sabay asa na may isang parang genie ang magpakita sa kanya.
Kinaumagahan, namng magising si Tasyo, nakrinig siya ng kung anong boses na nagsasalita ng marahan. “Tasyo,.. Bangon ka na.. Kaumain ka na ng umagahan mo..”
Biglang nagising si Tasyo ng marinig niya ito. Gulat na gulat sa pagaakala niya na kinausap siya ng basong pula. Nanay pala niya iyon,.. kakauwi lang mula sa Maynila.. Tuwang- tuwa si Tasyo ng makita niya ang kanyang ina.. “Akala ko po ba sa isang linggo pa ang uwi ninyo” Ang tanong ni Tasyo.
“Hindi pa namin naubos ang mga panindang walis, kaya babalik pa kami sa isang araw sa Maynila. Umuwi lang muna kami dahil sabi sa amin ng lola mo ay lungkot na lungkot ka raw ng malaman na matagal pa kami uuwi.”
Ngumiti si Tasyo at niyakap ang kanyang ina. Pansamantalang nawala sa isipan niya ang basong pamana sa kanya ng lola nya.
“O sya, sya,.. bumangon ka na at maghanda para sa umagahan..”
Agad na bumangon si Tasyo upang magbihis at magmumog. Naalala na naman niya ang pulang baso.. Bigla niyang naisip ang mga nangyari.
“Hindi kaya gawa ito ng pulang baso kaya't umuwi na sina nanay at tatay?”
Nagtungo na si Tasyo sa hapag kainan. Doon, nakaupo narin ang kanyang lola at mga magulang na naghihintay kay Tasyo upang umupo at kumain. Simula nang araw na iyon ay lagi na ring kgamit-gamit ni Tasyo ang basong pula na pamana sakanya.
Simula ng ibigay ito sa kanya ng lola nya ay di na ito naalis sa kamay ni Tasyo. Paulit-ulit ng paulit-ulit niya itong kinikiskis ng kamay na halos mawala na ang pulang kulay ng baso. Araw-araw, ay hawak hawak ito ni Tasyo na sa tuwing makikita siya ng kanyang lola ay napapangiti na lang ito.
Ang bata nga naman, pag nagustuhan at naintriga, hindi titigilan hanggat hindi nakikita ang gustong makita.
Isang araw ay pinuntahan ni Tasyo ang kanyang lola habang nagwawalis sa kusina.
“Inang, kailan ko ho ba makikita yung sinasabi ninyong mahika na taglay ng basong ito?”
“Apo, malalaman mp rin ang sikreto ng baso na yan pagdating ng tamang panahon.”
“Bkt po inang? Ano po ba ang meron sa baso na ito??” Ang tanong ni Tasyo na halos gustong-gusto nang malaman ang nagagawang hiwaga ng basong pula.
“Pag sinabi ko sa iyo ngayon ay baka mawalan ka na ng interes pag nalaman mo agad. Kaya mas mabuti pang hintayin mo nalang ang tamang panahon upang ikaw mismo ang makadiskubre ng kung ano ang meron sa basong pula na yan.”
“Pero inang,......” Ang paluhang sabi ni Tasyo.
Ilang linggo narin ang nakalipas simula ng matanggap ni Tasyo ang baso subalit, hanggang ngayon ay di parin niya nakikita hiwaga na sinasabi ng lola nya sa kanya.
Isang gabi, nadatnan ng mga magulang ni Tasyo si Tasyo na nakasubsob sa lamesa habang tinititigan ang basong pula. Lumapit kay Tasyo ang tatay niya. Nagmano si Tasyo sabay balik sa pagkakasubsob sa lamesa.
“Nak, anong pinagkakaabalahan mo?” Ang tanong ng kanyang tatay na tila di malaman ang reaksyon sa kanyang mukha.
“Kc ito pong basong pula na bigay sakin ni inang, sabi nya malalaman ko daw ang hiwaga nito pagdating ng tamang panahon. Pero tay, ang tagal naman!”
Tumayo ang tatay ni Tasyo kasama ang kanyang anak. Nagtungo sila kay inang na kasalukuyang nanonood ng pinakaaabangang “movie marathon” ni Nora Aunor sa telebisyon. Maghapon daw iyon kaya't umaga pa lang ay luto narin ang hapunan nila. “Si lola talaga, hanggang ngayon ay parang bata parin.” Ang patawang sabi ng tatay ni Tasyo habang sila'y naglalakad patungo kay inang.
Nilapitan ng ama ni Tasyo si inang, noong una ay ayaw pang magpaistorbo. hintayin daw na magpatalastas bago siya kausapin.
“kung nagugutom kayo, mauna na kayong kumain. Buksan nyo nalang ang “prigider” at makikita nyo doon ang niluto kong mgapagkain. Hanggang hapunan na yan kaya di nyo na ko kailangang tawagin para magluto.”
“...pero nay,..” ang sabi ng ama ni Tasyo..
“shhhh...”
“These roses died, three days since
Black roses died, we said goodbye
These roses died, three days since
I'm sorry, I miss you”
biglang nagring ang cellphone ni lola. “Sasagutin ko na ho ba?” Ang tanong ni Tasyo.
“Hwag! Tapusin mo muna ang kanta bago mo sagutin!” Ang sabi ni lola habang unti-unting hinihinaan ang volume ng telebisyon.
Sa wakas.. Patalastas na! Pwede nang magtanong kay lola.
“Oh, ano ba ang tanong ninyong mag ama? Bilisan ninyo at 2 lang ang patalastas nito.
Ayan,.. Isa nalang,..”
“Nay”, ang sabi ng tatay ni Tasyo,..
“Pati ba naman si Tasyo ay kinuwentuhan nyo din ng mga kathang isip nyo? Inulit nyo pa ang kwento ng basong pula..nakakaawa naman ang bata.. magdamag ng nagkikiskis ng baso..”
Di na nakaimik si lola sa nasabi ng kanyang anak, di dahil sa sinabi ng tatay ni Tasyo kundi simula na ulit ang “movie marathon”. Napangiti na lamang ang matanda habang nilalaksan ang volume ng telebisyon.
“Tay, paki-kiskis naman ng baso oh.. baka sakaling sa inyo sumunod.. Ayaw kc pag ako ang kumikiskis eh..” Ang pakiusap ni Tasyo sa kanyang anak..
“Nak, di mo ba narinig ang usapan namin ng lola mo?” Tanong ng tatay nya.
“Hindi po, tinatapos ko po kc ung kanta ng cellphone ni lola eh tpos tsaka ko lang sinagot. kinausap ko pa po kc yung tumawag kay lola, sabi nya, naka-kulay green na polo daw siya bukas. Doon daw sila magkita sa Manggahan ng alas tres. muah muah daw.”
“Tay, ano po yung muah, muah??” Ang mausisang tanong ni Tasyo.
By: Patricia V. Aquino
Ab communication 2-1
“Tasyo! Abutan mo nga ako ng isang basong tubig! Ughem, ughem!” Ang halos di na makahingang utos ng matanda sa kanyang apo.
“Ang sabi ko nmn po kasi sa inyo na wag na masyadong magkakakanta sa tuwing makikinig kayo sa radyo. Lalo na yang mga kanta ng chicosci! aba inang! di na ho kayo bumabata.. kaya wag na ho kayo masyadong kumanta ng mga rock na kanta!” ang nagmamadaling sabi ni tasyo sa kanyang lola na patuloy parin sa panonood ng palabas ng paborito nyang artista.
Isang oras na ang nakalipas sa panonood ni lola. Matatapos na ang palabas ng bigla na nya lang pinatay ang telebisyon. Tinawag nya si Tasyo at pinaupo sa kanyang tabi. Si Tasyo ay magsasampung taong gulang pa lamang ngunit malalim na ang pagiisip. Marahil ay dulot narin ito ng pagiging malapit sa kanyang lola. Maliit, payat at maputi. Kaya naman nagkasya siya sa maliit na espasyo sa upuan..
“Kailan po ba ang uwi ng mga magulang ko?”
“Mukang matatagalan pa apo.. Sabi kc sa akin sa text kaninag umaga eh sa isang linggo pa ang uwi nila mula sa maynila. Di pa raw gaanong nauubos binebenta nilang walis kaya hindi sila makauwi agad.”
Malungkot ang naging mukha ni tasyo ng malaman niya ang balita ng kanyang inang. Subalit nagulat siya ng iabot ng lola niya ang basong binigay nya kanina na wala naman halos nabawas sa laman.
“Bakit hindi nyo ho ininom yung tubig?”
“Uminom ako,.. Kaso sana kinuha mo iyong tubig na nasa “prigider”.”
“Pasensya na ho.. Nagmamadali lng tlga ako kanina kaya sa gripo ko nlng kinuha ang tubig.”
“Ay siya, ok laang iyon apo.. Ang mahalaga eh nakainom ako agad.. Salamat”
Biglang napansin ni Tasyo na ang basong ginagamit ng lola nya ay kakaiba sa lahat ng mga basong nakita nya.. pulang pula ito.. at maliit ang bibig ng inuman... “Inang, saan nyo po nabili ang baso na yan?” Tanong ni Tasyo. “ito ba?” Sabay ngiti ng matanda. “Aba, pamana pa ito sa akin ng mga magulang ko. Sabi nila eh may kakaibang hiwaga daw iyon. Di ako sigurado sa mga bagay na ginagawa ng basong iyan subalit, ng mapasaakin yan noong ako ay halos kasing edad mo eh madami na akong.............
“These roses died, three days since
Black roses died, we said goodbye
These roses died, three days since
I'm sorry, I miss you”
Tumunog ang cellphone ni lola.. “Seven Black Roses” ng Chicosci ang ring tone nito..
Tumatawag pla ang ama ni Tasyo. Nguit tinapos muna ni lola ang pakikinig ring tone bago nya ito sagutin. Kukuhanin na sana ni Tasyo ang cellphone subait tumanggi ang matanda na sagutin ito agad. Tapusin daw muna ang kanta bago nya ito sagutin.
“Hello, inang..”
“Oh? kamusta na ang benta nyo?”
Habang nag-uusap ang mag ina sa cellphone, pinag masdan ni Tasyo ang sinaunang baso na pamana ng mga ninuno pa nya sa kanyang lola. Sinusuri niya itong mabuti sapagkat ngayon lang siya nakakita ng ganitong uri ng baso na ayon sa lola nya ay napakahiwaga.
Matapos ang makipag usap si lola sa cellphone, sinabi niya sa kanyang apo na ipapasa na nya ang basong iyon sa kanya. Tuwang tuwa si Tasyo na parang ngayon lang nakakita ng baso sa sobrang pagkamangha dito.
“Maraming salamat inang!” ang sabi ni tasyo habang tumatalon talon sa pa sa tuwa.
“Basta ingatan mo yan! mas matanda pa yan sa iyong ama...” sagot ng lola.
“Oho inang!salamat po ulit!”
Nagtungo na sa kwarto si Tasyo dala-dala ang basong pula. Ipinatong ito sa kama at magdamag na tinititigan ni Tasyo. Tila naghihintay siya na may gawing himala ang baso sa harap nya. Gabi na noon ng makatulog na si Tasyo na katabi ang basong pula. Napagod na yata sa kakatitig at kakapunas ng baso sabay asa na may isang parang genie ang magpakita sa kanya.
Kinaumagahan, namng magising si Tasyo, nakrinig siya ng kung anong boses na nagsasalita ng marahan. “Tasyo,.. Bangon ka na.. Kaumain ka na ng umagahan mo..”
Biglang nagising si Tasyo ng marinig niya ito. Gulat na gulat sa pagaakala niya na kinausap siya ng basong pula. Nanay pala niya iyon,.. kakauwi lang mula sa Maynila.. Tuwang- tuwa si Tasyo ng makita niya ang kanyang ina.. “Akala ko po ba sa isang linggo pa ang uwi ninyo” Ang tanong ni Tasyo.
“Hindi pa namin naubos ang mga panindang walis, kaya babalik pa kami sa isang araw sa Maynila. Umuwi lang muna kami dahil sabi sa amin ng lola mo ay lungkot na lungkot ka raw ng malaman na matagal pa kami uuwi.”
Ngumiti si Tasyo at niyakap ang kanyang ina. Pansamantalang nawala sa isipan niya ang basong pamana sa kanya ng lola nya.
“O sya, sya,.. bumangon ka na at maghanda para sa umagahan..”
Agad na bumangon si Tasyo upang magbihis at magmumog. Naalala na naman niya ang pulang baso.. Bigla niyang naisip ang mga nangyari.
“Hindi kaya gawa ito ng pulang baso kaya't umuwi na sina nanay at tatay?”
Nagtungo na si Tasyo sa hapag kainan. Doon, nakaupo narin ang kanyang lola at mga magulang na naghihintay kay Tasyo upang umupo at kumain. Simula nang araw na iyon ay lagi na ring kgamit-gamit ni Tasyo ang basong pula na pamana sakanya.
Simula ng ibigay ito sa kanya ng lola nya ay di na ito naalis sa kamay ni Tasyo. Paulit-ulit ng paulit-ulit niya itong kinikiskis ng kamay na halos mawala na ang pulang kulay ng baso. Araw-araw, ay hawak hawak ito ni Tasyo na sa tuwing makikita siya ng kanyang lola ay napapangiti na lang ito.
Ang bata nga naman, pag nagustuhan at naintriga, hindi titigilan hanggat hindi nakikita ang gustong makita.
Isang araw ay pinuntahan ni Tasyo ang kanyang lola habang nagwawalis sa kusina.
“Inang, kailan ko ho ba makikita yung sinasabi ninyong mahika na taglay ng basong ito?”
“Apo, malalaman mp rin ang sikreto ng baso na yan pagdating ng tamang panahon.”
“Bkt po inang? Ano po ba ang meron sa baso na ito??” Ang tanong ni Tasyo na halos gustong-gusto nang malaman ang nagagawang hiwaga ng basong pula.
“Pag sinabi ko sa iyo ngayon ay baka mawalan ka na ng interes pag nalaman mo agad. Kaya mas mabuti pang hintayin mo nalang ang tamang panahon upang ikaw mismo ang makadiskubre ng kung ano ang meron sa basong pula na yan.”
“Pero inang,......” Ang paluhang sabi ni Tasyo.
Ilang linggo narin ang nakalipas simula ng matanggap ni Tasyo ang baso subalit, hanggang ngayon ay di parin niya nakikita hiwaga na sinasabi ng lola nya sa kanya.
Isang gabi, nadatnan ng mga magulang ni Tasyo si Tasyo na nakasubsob sa lamesa habang tinititigan ang basong pula. Lumapit kay Tasyo ang tatay niya. Nagmano si Tasyo sabay balik sa pagkakasubsob sa lamesa.
“Nak, anong pinagkakaabalahan mo?” Ang tanong ng kanyang tatay na tila di malaman ang reaksyon sa kanyang mukha.
“Kc ito pong basong pula na bigay sakin ni inang, sabi nya malalaman ko daw ang hiwaga nito pagdating ng tamang panahon. Pero tay, ang tagal naman!”
Tumayo ang tatay ni Tasyo kasama ang kanyang anak. Nagtungo sila kay inang na kasalukuyang nanonood ng pinakaaabangang “movie marathon” ni Nora Aunor sa telebisyon. Maghapon daw iyon kaya't umaga pa lang ay luto narin ang hapunan nila. “Si lola talaga, hanggang ngayon ay parang bata parin.” Ang patawang sabi ng tatay ni Tasyo habang sila'y naglalakad patungo kay inang.
Nilapitan ng ama ni Tasyo si inang, noong una ay ayaw pang magpaistorbo. hintayin daw na magpatalastas bago siya kausapin.
“kung nagugutom kayo, mauna na kayong kumain. Buksan nyo nalang ang “prigider” at makikita nyo doon ang niluto kong mgapagkain. Hanggang hapunan na yan kaya di nyo na ko kailangang tawagin para magluto.”
“...pero nay,..” ang sabi ng ama ni Tasyo..
“shhhh...”
“These roses died, three days since
Black roses died, we said goodbye
These roses died, three days since
I'm sorry, I miss you”
biglang nagring ang cellphone ni lola. “Sasagutin ko na ho ba?” Ang tanong ni Tasyo.
“Hwag! Tapusin mo muna ang kanta bago mo sagutin!” Ang sabi ni lola habang unti-unting hinihinaan ang volume ng telebisyon.
Sa wakas.. Patalastas na! Pwede nang magtanong kay lola.
“Oh, ano ba ang tanong ninyong mag ama? Bilisan ninyo at 2 lang ang patalastas nito.
Ayan,.. Isa nalang,..”
“Nay”, ang sabi ng tatay ni Tasyo,..
“Pati ba naman si Tasyo ay kinuwentuhan nyo din ng mga kathang isip nyo? Inulit nyo pa ang kwento ng basong pula..nakakaawa naman ang bata.. magdamag ng nagkikiskis ng baso..”
Di na nakaimik si lola sa nasabi ng kanyang anak, di dahil sa sinabi ng tatay ni Tasyo kundi simula na ulit ang “movie marathon”. Napangiti na lamang ang matanda habang nilalaksan ang volume ng telebisyon.
“Tay, paki-kiskis naman ng baso oh.. baka sakaling sa inyo sumunod.. Ayaw kc pag ako ang kumikiskis eh..” Ang pakiusap ni Tasyo sa kanyang anak..
“Nak, di mo ba narinig ang usapan namin ng lola mo?” Tanong ng tatay nya.
“Hindi po, tinatapos ko po kc ung kanta ng cellphone ni lola eh tpos tsaka ko lang sinagot. kinausap ko pa po kc yung tumawag kay lola, sabi nya, naka-kulay green na polo daw siya bukas. Doon daw sila magkita sa Manggahan ng alas tres. muah muah daw.”
“Tay, ano po yung muah, muah??” Ang mausisang tanong ni Tasyo.
By: Patricia V. Aquino
Ab communication 2-1
Friday, July 4, 2008
coincidence?
while reading something about...
he coincidentally IM'ed me,.
it was so cool! haha^^,
i feel a lot better now.. thanks to....
^^
he coincidentally IM'ed me,.
it was so cool! haha^^,
i feel a lot better now.. thanks to....
^^
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
i dreamed of something that made me want to not wake up...
well i'm always like this,.. wishing not to wake up when i'm having a dream that's similar to what i want to happen.. dang!
i guess yesterday's dream was the 9th or 10th dream that i wished not to wake up...
those dreams have similar topics.. my inner desire in life.. my distant plan...
i'm in bliss when i have those kind of dreams. i feel nothing but happiness that's why i don't want to wake up.
okay, you might think that i already want to die.. no, that's not it. i just want to stay longer and feel the happiness that i'm experiencing in that dream because i know, after i wake up, everything will just be called a dream. :c
am i being selfish???
i just want to feel happy,.. i never really felt that kind of happiness when im awake..
i guess yesterday's dream was the 9th or 10th dream that i wished not to wake up...
those dreams have similar topics.. my inner desire in life.. my distant plan...
i'm in bliss when i have those kind of dreams. i feel nothing but happiness that's why i don't want to wake up.
okay, you might think that i already want to die.. no, that's not it. i just want to stay longer and feel the happiness that i'm experiencing in that dream because i know, after i wake up, everything will just be called a dream. :c
am i being selfish???
i just want to feel happy,.. i never really felt that kind of happiness when im awake..
Sunday, June 29, 2008
a gloomy night :'c
this night is not the kind of night that i really want right now,. i should be happier each day starting from now.. my birthday is fast approaching! in less than a month i'll be turning 18,.. but, why don;t i feel like celebrating it at all?? well,. i'm not in a good mood right now, i feel like crying anytime this night.. this day is too gloomy,.. *sigh*
i'm really about to cry right now.............:'c
i'm really about to cry right now.............:'c
Friday, June 27, 2008
Writing Outside the Box
note to the readers:my professor said that i still need improvement on the development of my work. i'll try to edit this maybe some time, this weekend this is still in the process of editing... thanks!
Patricia V. Aquino
Ab Communication 2-1
Writing Outside the Box
Being a good writer doesn't mean that s/he should stick to the norms of writing. There are no rules and limitations. The only limitation that we have is within ourselves, for we are the ones who would decide on what we want others to read and what we want them to feel while reading our work. Like what Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj had said: “There are no rules for good writing. Those who break the "rules" successfully are the true artists. But: learn, practice and master the rules first. "You cannot transcend what you do not know.
Learning the Basics of writing is the initial step in improving the way we write because everything begins or starts from simple to complex. Through it, we can revise and make our style by adding a little of our own in our works. Those norms in writing can serve as our guide while we start to develop our own style and uniqueness in writing. Breaking the rules is what makes our compositions more appealing to the readers than those who are still stuck in the norms of writing. Of course, we also have to consider the types of readers that we want to attract, we should base our writing to the levels of thinking that our readers have. And by doing that, we also go back to the basics and norms of writing. Those rules apply on the types of compositions that we write, if we are into formal writing, then we should use the words that suits the composition. And by writing outside the box, we can add several things that will make our compositions unique but still suits the theme of our works.
Thinking outside the box means creativity. And creativity means bringing life into what we do. If writing is a way of expressing one's self, then by adding creativity into our compositions then, what we write is a mirror of what we are. By doing it, we can say that if we stick to the basics and by just following the rules in writing then, we are not being ourselves. And what we have written is not who we really are... It's lifeless... like writing something that is obviously limited and boxed. We are unable to convey and express our true messages through writing.
The effectiveness of our writing depends on our courage to write everything that we want without the doubts of failure and rejection like what Robert Mckee had said. For if doubts and fears overwhelm us, then the outcome might not be as satisfying as what we would want it to be.
“Write everyday, line by line. Page by page. Hour by hour. Do it despite of fear, for above all else, beyond imagination and skill. What the world asks of you is courage. Courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty. Study thoughtfully, but write boldly. Then like the hero in the fable. Your dance will dazzle the world.” -Robert Mckee
Sticking to the norms of writing might make our works a bit too boring for the readers. Things change as time progress and so is the interest of people. The “fashion” in writing is not constant that's why we need to innovate styles and ideas in writing to go with the flow of time.
Writing beyond the norms and rules is not a crime and all it takes is a little creativity and and a little of courage and, it can be engough to produce a good composition. Part of writing is the goal of attracting people to read our works. One must not doubt on his/her capabilities to write because we are all born writers. We just have to make extra efforts to enhance our skills to be like one. We should trust our own skills because it will help us to be more creative in making compositions. It's not bad if we write outside the box because that is where we find our originality in writing. Through it, we can me make our own identity as a writer and where we can prove our own style of writing. Innovating new styles of approach in writing makes our works more interesting and appealing to the readers. But we should also remember that overdoing it is not ideal because it can also lose the essence of our works. The creativity that we put in in our works should be enough and not too much. The goal in writing is to attract readers and not to drive out readers because of the writers' over creativity. It's not always the creativity that counts, we should also consider the content of our works and not just focus on the way we present our compositions. We can also write outside the box by being simple. Entertaining the readers doesn't always mean that we should insert a lot flowery words to make our compositions beautiful and eye-catching. The usage of uncommon words are sometimes misleading and can also be misinterpreted by the readers. We should also remember that the simplicity of the composition is not the lack of the writer's capability of being a good writer. Writing outside the box and being simple can also be a good way to make the readers appreciate our works.
Good writers possess the ability to take risks and make their works unique and appealing. They don't have rules that they follow and try to innovate ways or write outside the box to make their works worth reading for. But aside from it, they also consider the type of composition that they are working on. They don't just write and disregard the way their work should be presented according to the types and themes of their works. They are also creative and are able to touch their readers through their writing. They make it simple yet, it's also subtantial.
Time is not constant and so is writing. Writing should not always be in their basic forms. And as time progress, we should also inculcate new styles and ideas to suit the trend of our generation. The basics serve as a guide while our creativity works for our style.
References:
1)17 writing secrets, Steven Goldsberry, February 2008, http://www.writersdigest.com/article?p_ArticleId=5387
2)Good Reads, http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/list/1154150
Patricia V. Aquino
Ab Communication 2-1
Writing Outside the Box
Being a good writer doesn't mean that s/he should stick to the norms of writing. There are no rules and limitations. The only limitation that we have is within ourselves, for we are the ones who would decide on what we want others to read and what we want them to feel while reading our work. Like what Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj had said: “There are no rules for good writing. Those who break the "rules" successfully are the true artists. But: learn, practice and master the rules first. "You cannot transcend what you do not know.
Learning the Basics of writing is the initial step in improving the way we write because everything begins or starts from simple to complex. Through it, we can revise and make our style by adding a little of our own in our works. Those norms in writing can serve as our guide while we start to develop our own style and uniqueness in writing. Breaking the rules is what makes our compositions more appealing to the readers than those who are still stuck in the norms of writing. Of course, we also have to consider the types of readers that we want to attract, we should base our writing to the levels of thinking that our readers have. And by doing that, we also go back to the basics and norms of writing. Those rules apply on the types of compositions that we write, if we are into formal writing, then we should use the words that suits the composition. And by writing outside the box, we can add several things that will make our compositions unique but still suits the theme of our works.
Thinking outside the box means creativity. And creativity means bringing life into what we do. If writing is a way of expressing one's self, then by adding creativity into our compositions then, what we write is a mirror of what we are. By doing it, we can say that if we stick to the basics and by just following the rules in writing then, we are not being ourselves. And what we have written is not who we really are... It's lifeless... like writing something that is obviously limited and boxed. We are unable to convey and express our true messages through writing.
The effectiveness of our writing depends on our courage to write everything that we want without the doubts of failure and rejection like what Robert Mckee had said. For if doubts and fears overwhelm us, then the outcome might not be as satisfying as what we would want it to be.
“Write everyday, line by line. Page by page. Hour by hour. Do it despite of fear, for above all else, beyond imagination and skill. What the world asks of you is courage. Courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty. Study thoughtfully, but write boldly. Then like the hero in the fable. Your dance will dazzle the world.” -Robert Mckee
Sticking to the norms of writing might make our works a bit too boring for the readers. Things change as time progress and so is the interest of people. The “fashion” in writing is not constant that's why we need to innovate styles and ideas in writing to go with the flow of time.
Writing beyond the norms and rules is not a crime and all it takes is a little creativity and and a little of courage and, it can be engough to produce a good composition. Part of writing is the goal of attracting people to read our works. One must not doubt on his/her capabilities to write because we are all born writers. We just have to make extra efforts to enhance our skills to be like one. We should trust our own skills because it will help us to be more creative in making compositions. It's not bad if we write outside the box because that is where we find our originality in writing. Through it, we can me make our own identity as a writer and where we can prove our own style of writing. Innovating new styles of approach in writing makes our works more interesting and appealing to the readers. But we should also remember that overdoing it is not ideal because it can also lose the essence of our works. The creativity that we put in in our works should be enough and not too much. The goal in writing is to attract readers and not to drive out readers because of the writers' over creativity. It's not always the creativity that counts, we should also consider the content of our works and not just focus on the way we present our compositions. We can also write outside the box by being simple. Entertaining the readers doesn't always mean that we should insert a lot flowery words to make our compositions beautiful and eye-catching. The usage of uncommon words are sometimes misleading and can also be misinterpreted by the readers. We should also remember that the simplicity of the composition is not the lack of the writer's capability of being a good writer. Writing outside the box and being simple can also be a good way to make the readers appreciate our works.
Good writers possess the ability to take risks and make their works unique and appealing. They don't have rules that they follow and try to innovate ways or write outside the box to make their works worth reading for. But aside from it, they also consider the type of composition that they are working on. They don't just write and disregard the way their work should be presented according to the types and themes of their works. They are also creative and are able to touch their readers through their writing. They make it simple yet, it's also subtantial.
Time is not constant and so is writing. Writing should not always be in their basic forms. And as time progress, we should also inculcate new styles and ideas to suit the trend of our generation. The basics serve as a guide while our creativity works for our style.
References:
1)17 writing secrets, Steven Goldsberry, February 2008, http://www.writersdigest.com/article?p_ArticleId=5387
2)Good Reads, http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/list/1154150
...and now im motivated!
writing is something that i often do,..
poems, songs, and blog..
at first, it never really came into my mind that i want to be a good writer..
i just want to write and that's it.
For me, it's just a way of releasing my inner thoughts by putting it into words... words that i find it hard to say and express verbally..
but things changed since i entered college.. it made me realize that i don't just want to write for my own sake.. i want people to read my works and touch their hearts as much as i can... before, i only write for myself,.. because i'm afraid that people might read my works and say bad feedbacks about it.. i'm afraid.. afraid of rejection and failure.. and i agree with my professor,.. we are all afraid of rejection and failure,.. what makes it differ to every person is that they try to conquer it.. And by this time,. i'll try to get out of my comfort zone,.. i'll try to write as often as i can to help me improve my writing skill.. it might not be easy,. but i want to be better than this,. i may not be like the best.. but i'll try my best^^,
poems, songs, and blog..
at first, it never really came into my mind that i want to be a good writer..
i just want to write and that's it.
For me, it's just a way of releasing my inner thoughts by putting it into words... words that i find it hard to say and express verbally..
but things changed since i entered college.. it made me realize that i don't just want to write for my own sake.. i want people to read my works and touch their hearts as much as i can... before, i only write for myself,.. because i'm afraid that people might read my works and say bad feedbacks about it.. i'm afraid.. afraid of rejection and failure.. and i agree with my professor,.. we are all afraid of rejection and failure,.. what makes it differ to every person is that they try to conquer it.. And by this time,. i'll try to get out of my comfort zone,.. i'll try to write as often as i can to help me improve my writing skill.. it might not be easy,. but i want to be better than this,. i may not be like the best.. but i'll try my best^^,
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
my not so 1st post^^,
I've been trying to make a blog account on this site for so long but it seems that everytime that i try to make an account in this site, i always fail to remember my e-mail address and password! *sigh*
This is not really my first time blogging. I already have a blog account on friendster for about 3 years(approximately) but i guess not all friendster users are fond of reading blogs. So i decided to go to a better site for blogging.
oh by the way,.. if you want, you can click on this link to visit my previous blog account..
uhm,.. this will be it for now,.. i still have a lot of homeworks to finish.
'til next time^^,
This is not really my first time blogging. I already have a blog account on friendster for about 3 years(approximately) but i guess not all friendster users are fond of reading blogs. So i decided to go to a better site for blogging.
oh by the way,.. if you want, you can click on this link to visit my previous blog account..
uhm,.. this will be it for now,.. i still have a lot of homeworks to finish.
'til next time^^,
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