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..^^,

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

coincidence?

while reading something about...
he coincidentally IM'ed me,.
it was so cool! haha^^,
i feel a lot better now.. thanks to....
^^

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..