Saturday, December 20, 2008
–Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.
–Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they’re gonna say so there aren’t awkward pauses, but once he’s on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.
–Guys go crazy over a girl’s smile.
–Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.
–Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they’re goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.
–A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.
–Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they’re still loved.
–Don’t talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.
–Guys get jealous easily.
–Guys are more emotional than they’d like people to think.
–Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh…nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he’ll assume he did something wrong and he’ll obsess about it trying to figure it out.
–Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.
–Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.
–Girls are guys’ weaknesses.
–Guys are very open about themselves.
–It’s good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don’t let him wait too long.
–Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.
–If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don’t need to give advice.
–A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.
–Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.
–Guys will brag about anything.
–Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful.If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot.
–Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.
–Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.
–Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn’t notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.
–Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy’s confused, then we’re all confused.
–Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.
–Try to be as straightforward as possible.
–If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.
–If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he’s probably faking it and is spazzing inside.
–When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.
–When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he’s just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."
–Guys don’t really have final decisions.
–If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn’t happen that often, so when it does, you know something’s up.
–If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you’re with your boyfriend, he’s probably jealous and likes you.
–When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don’t say you aren’t. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don’t want you to disagree with them.
–When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he’s definitely thinking something.
–Guys like femininity not feebleness.
–Guys don’t like girls who punch harder than they do.
–A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.
–Don’t be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.
–Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.
–Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.
–Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.
–If you are going to reject a guy, just do it. Don’t say they are like a brother or just good friends, it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren’t interested in a relationship and they will respect you.
–Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.
–A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl’s mind for a day.
–No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.
–Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us.
–We don’t like girls who are too skinny.
–Always make sure you know what kind of stuff your getting into before making out with a guy …like whether it’s a one time deal or not ….
–Believe it or not shy guys are the most easiest to talk to..it may not seem right but trust me they will start opening up like books after you just ask them questions about their lives and unnoticable tell them about yours…
–Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs..
–Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts…
–Guys will test the waters to see how far they can get with you. Even if he doesn’t intend to it will happen. Know how far it is you want to let him go and he will respect that…after you let him know a couple times.
–When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.
> baka sakali makareflect un iba jan ~_~` oh basahin na.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Here I am. Coughing over a pack of cancer sticks. Still hoping that if I would smoke today, I would surely die by tomorrow. And with that I won't quit chain smoking.
I still wonder what would Des and Lad be acting by the time I meet them at our rendezvous on the next day. I forgot about them already, about what happened to us - they're history. All I'm thinking right now is blank. Really.
A cup of coffee in this gray December night would be nice (especially if it would be paired with an angel by my side). Ella, still sleeping like a night-blooming cereus - a cactus that keeps its beauty overflowing with her flowing that only blooms at night. I'm not saying she's the opposite of a morning glory. Well in fact, she's my morning glory - she will always be. I still can't refuse looking at her.
And everytime I step out right through her door, a smile would be painted in my face. It's enough for me if I see her happy. Does it make sense? We've share a glimpse of our lives. But everytime that I would know more of her, little by little my heart would feel that it is squeezed by somebody. Ella's heart belongs to someone now, and I couldn't help it but listen to her stories. I almost forgot that she can make anyone love her if she would only do it for purpose. Gravity.
I made a short note just for Ella, but decided not to give it. I can't stand the agony.
I wish to take your picture so I can dream of you tonight.
I wish to give you a bunch of roses but what's the use?
I wish to hold your hands but if I would do that, you might vomit.
I wish to hug you tight but you won't need it anyway.
I wish to love you more but somebody owns you now.
It's the same way of saying I couldn't reach your heart Ella. Wishful thinking didn't matter alot but it sure helps - it always do.
I have nothing more to say... I wish you all the best in life. =)
Life is tough. Love is burden. All are ruined, so forget about life and forget about love for now. Suppress. It's not a sign of giving up. It's a sign of being strong. Though making myself more serious about this stuff is telling me that I'm sick.
Everyone's wishing to have a long-lasting healthy relationship, and so do I. However, I must build a strong foundation with my princess before reaching to that point. I still hope for the right time... and that I can be rigid until then. And when that rightful time would come, I would give my very all just to ask for her hand. More than writing her letters from time to time just for her to know that I think of her every minute of my life. More than giving her an hour of piggy-back ride. More than singing a song dedicated only for her, even if I'm out of tune, I'd surely sing. More than standing for several hours outside her gate under the heavy thunderstorm, just to give a bunch of roses. More than kneeling in front of her with a signboard saying 'I Love You'. More than catching for her when she's on a running tricycle and when I'm on my running shoes. More than screaming 'I Love You Ella!' in the middle of a crowd just for her to hear me out. More than what's her definition of love. More than all of me...
But Ella and I have our own destinies to make. She already found hers, I'm still struggling for mine. Too bad, it wasn't cordial as it should be.
The world revolves. As it goes, it was too late for me to realize... I can never make thinks happen all according to my way.
we've walked together
In that spin-a-bottle
we've shared our laughter
In the seashore
where i wrote your huge name
And in the heart
where it was detained
a bunch of flowers
i picked in that mountain
five pieces of roses
given under the sparkling rain
i believe dreams are still existing -
way back then was very inspiring
it's been years since i last saw you
or maybe i just missed you
please wait for me...
i'm coming home.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Battlefields, war cries, battle cries, corpses, bloodshed and glory - his experiences on all of these are very rich. His story must have been written in the books of our history. He never fails to amuse me. But many didn't knew, I am the opposite of my father.
I never wished to become just like him. I dream of becoming a painter someday. But it is a disgrace in the family and in the eyes of the clan if I would negate their decisions for me and if I would pursue my ambitions. All of them call me coward (the awful truth).
All the gentlemen in our clan - when getting on ripe age - would surely join the army. Just like my elder brothers - they garnered nobility because they were soldiers like my brave father). The medal of honor and prestige marked in the clan's name was the valid reason why I was forced to join the army.
Many times I have been on war zones. But through all those battles and victories, my cowardice remains. I had live to fill the expectations of others, but they didn't have any idea that everytime a battle begins ... i usually hide myself, afraid of being slaughtered. Oftentimes I would hide under heavy dead bodies or just play dead.
One night came, we were set to camp in a war zone. I pleaded to my father - the leader, not to continue the battle and just fall back now for we are incapacitated to fight. But my father's will is strong. He agitated the army to continue the fight against the enemy's horde. To him, it was always an honor to fight. Not even I, his youngest on, could break his command. Afterall, he's famous in delivering his army to the mouth of triumph. I was still afraid, I am always afraid. But now, not for myself, but for my father and elder brothers.
Daybreak blooms as the enemies came nearer. The battle has began. Flying lances, galloping horses, wails and clashing of swords were heart from almost every corner. I was attacked and i learned to defend myself - living for the sake of my father and brothers. But as i saw my comrades butchered, the crippling fear was crawling to get me. I got hurt, not with bruises and wounds, but by watching my elder brothers fall down unto the ground ... one by one, slain. I came to look for my beloved father. But it was too late to save a life. Not from distance, there i saw a body covered with blood in the face, lying on the floor, it was my father. My beloved father.
War is over for me. Seeing my brothers and my father dead, I had enough. My heart is sad and sick. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more. I felt something hard stabbed me from behind, flashbacks ... my dream of becoming a painter, fades.
I never wanted to be like my father. I wanted to live, they call me a coward. I died a coward, they call me hero.
Atong tan-awon ang kahimtang nila;
Mga tawong nawad-an na ug paglaom
Sa gagmayng relief goods na lamang gipasalig ang kaugmaon
Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Tan-awon ta ang mga mag-uuma
Nga ang mao-mao nilang sinaligang umahan,
Gibomba ug napugos nalang nga biyaan
Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Sa Munai, Tangcal, ug Poona Piagapo
Ang lugar nga gikahilunaan sa mga lumulupyo,
Ang mga gipansunugan ug balay
Ug sila nga ang pangpangabuhian gipampatay
Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong pamatud-an kung tinood ba ang ingon sa gobyerno -
“Basta adunay mga Moro, buhi ang terorismo!”
Atong timbangon kung kini husto ba,
Dili ba kaha gobyerno ang tinuod nga terorista?
Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Atong pawinawon ang walay unod nga mga storya
Sa mga naghari nga walay nabuhat nga mga lakang
Para kalinaw ug hustisya maiasdang
Ang ilang tubag sa mga rebelde –
“All-Out war ra ang solusyon niini!”
Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Aron masaksihan sa imong mga mata
Ang mga kasakit ug pag-antos nila
Mga masang tawhanong katungod giyatakan
Mga labing dinaug-daug ug pinahimuslan
Dali kauban, magkuyog ta
Makigbisog ug maghiusa alang kanila!
>The US-Arroyo government spent 1B pesos in the current All-Out war campaign against the MILF rebels. Asking for another 2.6B of budget for military offensives in Mindanao. This was reported Nov. 19,2008 by TV-Patrol World. I don't wish for Mindanao to become the next Iraq or Afghanistan, how bout you?
Panaghoy ng magsasaka
Silang pangunahing pwersa,
Binhi n gating paglaya
Ang bawat tulang aming likha,
Lakas ng uring manggagawa
Silang hukbong mapagpalaya,
Panday n gating pag-asa
Ang bawat indak n gaming paa,
Handog naming para sa masa
Ang galaw ng aming mga kamay,
Sa kanila naming inaalay
Ang kuskos ng gitara
at guhit ng pintura-
Aming obra maestra,
Alang-alang sa masa
Ang sining ng kabataan,
ay para sa kinabukasan
Ang sining ng kabataan,
ay kultura ng mamamayan
Ang sining ng kabataan,
kalayaan ng ating bayan!
Lambat ng buhay, sa alon sumasabay
Ipaglaban ang islang sa amiý bumubuhay
Kapalit man nitoý aming kamatayan
Hampas ng mga bula sa mukha
Ng mapuputing Kristal
Ipagtatanggol sa mang-aapi
> the original composition of this one is a poem. it's all about a place called mantigue island in camiguin. people who live there were bribed by the local government to leave their sanctuary, but they refused. the local government made their decision even harder, there were 2 options to choose from, 10,000 pesos for leaving the island or imprisonment as penalty for declining the present mayor. those people who insisted not to leave were imprisoned then filed with cases such as trespassing and squatting. but the previous local mayor recognized their existence and stated that they really were residents of the island. mantigue island was planned to be made into a resort area for foreigners. and so with that, they need to get rid of the people who were living there for almost 15 years... the poem, blended with melodies, it turned into a song.. haha :)
A roar in the shadows
To hurtle the wall
is for withdrawing temper
A barricade fence surrounding,
bulwark of the fragile crystal
Again and again,
I hold the arms of my soul - swap!
He's now talking - I tell you
Harken: a whisper in my eyes
Reading the lips of sissy
Shrilling sounds licking the eardrums
Recalling the retro...
You were not the same prodigy
Because this is the other me.
those thoughts that run,
over and over the head
Hundreds and hundreds,
of hearsays overheard,
clenching the eardrums
Tens and tens
feelings that play,
inside this grounded heart
One by one,
eating me alive...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I hate to skip the pages of my life. That's why from time to time I'd reminisce those regretful memories and then boils down to one conclusion... that girls are world wreckers.
Indeed, stereotyping them would give them the impression that I'm judgmental. But they shouldn't blame me for being like this, they must not. I know I can't keep up with them, with their standards. Maybe because like they always do, I can't find anything attractive in me in any way you look at it. I don't play ball, can't make wonderful melodies out of strings, both with left feet, and obtains a shrieking thin voice which is not affordable for singing. No good, not even in character.
It's been awhile since Lad left me. He kept his ground with Erica. It never appeared to my mind that he would leave an old rugged friend for the sake of a woman. The power of love eh?
That's odd. Even though I'm used to the idea that Lad sometimes exploit me when he needs it, I still rely on him. Now? I'm a solitaire. Is this the reason behind why I'm still looking for someone to turn to? After Des, who's next? Bitter. You know what, I can have simple likings to anyone in the streets but I never intended to draw close to them. Of course, they're strangers.
But really, I thought Erica would be the last girl that I would ever desire. And then I ate my words until I met that cordial lady. And I thought she's way too different from Des because from the time we had our acquaintance, she was so discreet (she doesn't even emit any single word). And intriguingly, I'm starting to know more about her. She doesn't drink coffee (only chocolates), doesn't like rainy seasons, strikingly laughs out loud over simple cracking jokes, unwittingly noticed... she's really smart. And she's an angel when she sleeps - undefinable.
Ridiculous, how can I refuse to that sweetheart? When every time I turn down my feelings for her, she always reminds me about it. There was even a time when I said to myself I should not nurture my emotions. That morning, we were at a tricycle for a ride. I thought I got over those sensational feelings. Unluckily, I got no choice but to sit beside her. In the middle of the ride, I came to think of many many things that would keep my mind busy and away from her. But God, she was just so powerful that when she leaned on me and rested her head on my shoulder for a nap I was pulverized. The solid heart I accumulated has broken down into thin tiny fragments. All what's left was the tamed soul which was hidden for a long time and apparently, it showed up.
From then on, I begun to care. It's weird, I feel uneasy every time I find her uncomfortable. Often times I use to hand her a soft pillow and blankets her at night when she sleeps. Isn't that cute?
Time perhaps, wouldn't lose its turn against me. That's why I should take a good grip. I know suppressing the feelings might ruin me. But I guess it's the best thing to do for now. I just don't want to mess everything...
The mayas outside were looking for shelter, unfortunately they had live to enjoy the rainy day. The rain, its droplets of water strike the ground to calm it down. As the ground also embraces the coolness in open arms. The morning, it was mutual as I ponder, looking up that mild sky. After all those hard times with Lad and Erica - which I thought very impossible for me to carry on - had gone so fast. And it always amuses me... when a frail heart begins to love again.
Huwaw. Na diay masumpay sa part 1. XD~
another short story :3
Ang pagnanakaw sa kaban ng bayan,
Mabuti pa rin ba sa mata ng mamamayan?
Kung oo, hayaan nating ipagpatuloy ang gawain
ng mga sinungaling, ganid at sakim
Kung hindi! aba kung ako sayo'y mag-iisip-isip na ako!
Matagal na pala akong niloloko ng gobyerno!
Tao, wag kang maging bulag sa matagal mo nang nakikita!
Wag kang maging bingi sa lahat ng nailahad na mga balita!
Wag mo hayaang ika'y maging duwag upang hindi na makapagsalita!
Kahit ang pagkilos ma'y masama sa tingin ng madla,
Nararapat lamang na ito'y panghawakan pagkat ito'y tama.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Feelings won't be understood
Emotions are just emotions
Nobody would understand, nobody will.
Keeping things hidden,
Making each day fill with
doubts and confusions
Thus actions become feeble.
Bouncing and fancy
Cover the lies beneath the troubled heart.
Because behind every little thing
I am still inferior.
You would be the Venus de Milo
Silacrum of smile and tenderness
Lambkin of joy and loveliness
For it is you
Who makes me gracefully bend my head
Yeah it's you
The image i see before going to bed
I know this is really awkward
But, you caught me off guard
Thursday, October 23, 2008
YOUNGER MY AGE
Who can forget Wang Yang Ming
in those fateful nights of
the Great Proletarian Cultural Revt'n
I can't, I cant.
We who must transcend
from the bourgeois origin
and submit to antagonistic
unacidic collective debates
Painful everyday, painful.
variety of antagonisms.
Brace for yourselves.
You said you want to go to
Versus the cool western wind
Never forget to look for the
western side of your tree
at 6 o'clock in the evening
Your only consolation.
Hush, my dear little boy, hush
You'll be near.
Get your cancer sticks
and discern not on the smoke
Yes, it is a bed of roses.
Not for me, but for you.
It is for the faceless
whom we fought for
through the years.
Please kiss the first dawn
of victory for me.
YOUNG ONE'S REPLY TO THE UNDYING
PROLETARIATS OF THE OLD
The daybreak opens with arms wide open
Embroidering the red sun would be
disappointing and malevolent
in the eye of the bourgeois
But yes, we can! we can!
We are to commit class suicide
to unwrap ourselves
from the bourgeois bearings,
to succumb and give birth
to a new life - proletariats!
In which we are conduct of becoming
Painstaking and crucial.
And yes we would venture
Barefooted and vulnerable
against the wrath of the western wind.
We'll never forget
our everyday living with the peasants
They're the ones whom
we can rely upon
We will bind them.
We would follow the trace of your footsteps
True, you said i am the captain of my soul
I am to use this will
to set the captives free
At the end of the long run,
we are the protegĕ
of the undying proletariats
of the old
In the presence of antagonistic
We -the people- struggle for commitment
A debt of gratitude for your wisdom
We find clarity to oversee the society
your souls will inhibit within.
If, for instance, we fail to bring
your flesh in the time of triumph,
We will kiss the first dawn
of victory for you.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Susama sa usa ka nagdilaab nga kalayo ang gibati sa kasingkasing ni Roman. Dili mawagtang sa iyang alimpatakan ang mga panghitabo niining naiging mga adlaw. Tulo ka adlaw gumikan karon, gipadad-an siya ug suwat-pagpanghulga inubanan sa tulo ka bala sa 45 nga pusil sulod sa usa ka sobre. Dili na ni bag-o kaniya, nakasayud na siya aning panghitabua - nadawat ni Marco panahon bag-o siya naabduct. Imbis nga mahadlok, mas nihupot si Roman sa iyang gipakigbisugan. Wala siya'y makita nga sayop sa dalang iyang gisubay.
Hapit upat ka bulan na ang milabay sukad nakita ang dunot nga lawas ni Marco sa lasang gikan sa pagkawala niini. Masubay nga gitorture usa - agi sa mga paso sa sigarilyo ug bun-og sa kalawasan sa biktima - bag-o gisilutan ug kamatayon ang batan-ong si Marco.
Si Marco, usa ka maayong anak-sa-buhat: nailhang madasigong aktibista ng LFS; kritiko sa inutil ug dautang gobyerno; ug hingpit nga maayong kauban kang Roman ug sa iyang mga higala. Ug tungod sa kahalang sa mga ginabuhiang istorya kada magbatbat sa rally, wa masalbar si Marco gikan sa pagkapasista sa rehimeng Arroyo. Isa ra si Marco sa hapit libong biktima sa extra-judicial killings sa Pinas - obra maestra sa estado diin bisan usa niini wala pa matagaig hustisya.
Hisgutanang katilingban ug sulbad sa sakit niini, si Marco ang naglahad ug nagpalawig sa tanang kahibalo ni Roman -kaniya siya nagkat-on. Dato ang Pilipinas apan nagkalisud ang mayorya sa katawhang Pilipino; wala matarong ug apud-apud ang aduna sa nasud; ug ang sakit, gigamit kini sa adunahan arun pahimuslan iyang isig katawo. Ang kalisud sa kalibutan mas napasimple tungod kay matngon kining ginatuki ug ginatun-an sa LFS - kun diin so Marco usa ka aktibong membro ug nagalihok.
Sa natad sa simpleng panginabuhi, nakita ni Roman kang Marco ang usa ka ehemplo sa yanong masa. Wala nagdamgo si Marco para sa iyang kaugalingong kahalipay (ang madato sulod sa usa ka semipyudal-semikolonyal nga katilingban). Ang bugtong pangandoy niya, ang mahatag ang dugay nang gihikawan nga demokratikong katungod sa masa, katungod nga dili makapangyatak sa katungod sa uban. Ug kung muabot kini nga higayon, mamahimong patas ang tanang tawo.
Gihalad ni Marco ang iyang kaugalingon diha para alagaran ang masa sa bisan unsang pamaagi: paggahin ug oras ug panahon, sakripisyo ... kamatayon. "Pakigbisugan ang interes sa masa nga wala naghunahuna sa kaugalingon ug wala naghulat ug ikabaylo", mga istoryang mitatak gumikan kang Marco - ang impluwensiya nga gibilin kang Roman isip usa ka kauban ug katimbang.
Si Marco pud ang mitabang kang Roman aron mahikmata kini - kuhaon ang lapok sa nawong - og mulihok para bag-uhon ang dugay nang dunot nga sistema. Nauna man si Marcong naglihok, dungan man sab silang nilambo ni Roman sa pag-atubang sa matag kontradiksyon: ang pagpanglingla sa estado sa katawhan; pagpakaylap ug sayop na panghunahuna sa burgesya; pagpabiling buta-bungol sa katawhan; buktot nga ideya sa kaestudyantihan taliwala sa grabeng kalisud; ug ang panagbangi sa hut-ong.
Si Marco ... inspirasyon ni Roman sa pag-asdang sa interes sa halapad nga masa.
Lalom na ang takna sa kagabhion ug hayag pa kaayo ang bulan. Gumikan sa pagkahanap, nagsumikad ug nagpatin-aw sa ngitngit nga langit. Sa pagmuni-muni sa gawas sa balay niabot na usab sa kahimatngon ni Roman nga pakusgon pag-ayo ang wala nahumang pakigbisug ni Marco - ang batan-ong way laing gihandum kundili iasdang ang interes sa mga gipahimuslan ug kabus.
Apan wala niuyon ang kanindot sa gabii kang Roman. Nahanaw ang kahilom sa nisunod nga mga panghitabo. Tulo ka buto ang nialingawngaw gawas sa ilang balay.
Si Roman - sama ni Marco, nakigbisog usab para sa gipangdaugdaug - hilom nga nagsandig sa bangkong iyang gikahilunaan, wala nay malay ... nagtulo ang dugo.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Si tatay naman mabait, yun nga lang, pag umuuwi siyang lasing parating nagagalit at nanggugulpi. Kaya nga andito ako sa kalye ngayon, tatambay-tambay kasama si Boy. Takot ako, baka kasi galit na naman si tatay pag-uwi niya mamaya. Wala na kasing maisasaing eh, wala nang bigas (naubos kaninang umaga).
"Oy Jepjep, tignan mo yun oh" sabi ni Boy sabay kuhit sa likod ko. Napalingon naman ako agad. Unang nasilayan ko - mga taong nagtipon-tipon at isang malaking piktyur ng demonyo. Kahit malayo, litaw parin ang mukha ng nasa piktyur.
"Ano yan?" tanong ko kay Boy sabay kamut sa batok. "Si Gloria yan tange! Siya daw presidente ng Pilipinas, lika lapit tayo!" sagot niya habang kumaripas ang takbo papunta sa mga taong nagbubuhat nung dambuhalang larawan ng demonyo. Ayokong magpaiwan kaya sumunod ako kay Boy. Nasa malapit na kami nung malaking piktyur ng demonyo nang nakuha ang atensyon ko ng malalakas na mga sigaw...
"Gloria, Tuta!", paulit-ulit na sigaw ng mga taong nagtitipon (hula ko mga estudyante sila base sa anyo nila). May dala-dala silang parisukat na kartong papel na may mga titik at guhit. Matagal nakong hindi nagsasanay magbasa eh, hanggang grade 1 lang kasi natapos ko at matagal ko nang nakalimutan ang turo ni teacher. Minabuti kong ipabasa kay Boy kung anong nakasulat sa parisukat na kartong papel. Ang sabi niya, 'Ust JMA!'. Basta parang ganon, si Boy kasi nakaabot pa ng grade 3 kaya mas bihasa siyang magbasa at sumulat kesa sa akin.
Hindi nagtagal me biglang lumapit na mama, mapayat at matangkad, at medyo maiksi ang buhok. Nagpakilala siyang siya si kuya Bel. Tinanong niya kung gusto ba naming sumama ni Boy sa kanilang rali, magmamartsa daw sila. Wala naman kaming pinagkakaabalahan ni Boy ngayon at ayaw ko pang umuwi kaya okey lang na sumama kami (mukhang enjoy naman sumama eh). Binigyan kami nung kartong papel ni kuya Bel matapos akong nagpakita ng positibong pagsang-ayon sa tanong niya. Medyo malaki yung parisukat na kartong papel, kinailangan kong abutin ang bawat dulo nito. Hawak-hawak ko yung parisukat na kartong papel habang labas ngipin ang ngiti ko kay Boy (nasisiyahan ako sa ginagawa namin parang naglalaro lang kami). Nagsimula na kaming maglakad. Nagmartsa kami mula sa tapat ng isang eskwelahan at medyo malayo ang nilakad namin - pinawisan nga ako.
Habang naglalakad, panay sigaw ng mga taong kasama namin. "Gloria, ibagsak!" sa kana't kaliwa. Nasa harap ko ang malaking piktyur ng demonyo. Di ko maiwasang mapatingala at tignang mabuti ang piktyur (kasi parang nakita ko na yung mukha na yun dati). Ang ingay namin kasi pati mga tao sa gilid nung kalsada napapalingon din samin. Marami sa kanila bumabati, at nakikisabay, marami ding nagmamasid lang. Nung naglalakad kami, napatanong bigla si kuya Bel kung anong mga pangalan namin. Tingin ko hindi naman siya mukhang masamang tao kaya't minabuti kong sumagot para sa amin ni Boy.
Dumating na nga kami sa lugar kung san kami hihinto at pipila ng nakahanay - dala-dala yung mga kartong papel, flags at yung malaking piktyur. Wala akong masyadong matandaang nakasulat dun sa mga flags maliban dun sa pula na may mga malalaking titik na LF at S. Nagpaalam sandali si kuya Bel, tapos bigla niyang hinawakan yung parang microphone (kasi lumalakas yung tunog kapag nagsalita ka habang itinatapat mu yung bibig mo dun), at naglakad papuntang gitna - tamang tama para siya'y makita.
Nagsalita na si kuya Bel, nawala yung maamo niyang mukha at para siyang galit, parang si tatay. Medyo mahaba yung ulat niya pero nakikinig naman ako. Bukam bibig ni kuya si Gloria - tingin ko yun ang kinakausap niya. Nalaman ko na siya pala ang dahilan ba't kami andito, nakalinya at nagsasalaysay ng mga hinanaing namin. Nasabi niya na maraming naghihirap ngayon subalit wala man lang ginagawa si Gloria. Tama si kuya Bel, marami na ngang naghihirap at tingin ko kasama kami ni Boy dun. Kasi minsan, isang beses lang akong kumain eh minsan ganun din si Boy. Wala naman kasi akong pambili ng bigas, mahal pa naman ang kilo ngayon.
Nakita ko panay turo ni kuya sa amin ni Boy. Sinasabi niya na si gobyerno ay walang inatupag kundi nagpakasasa sa pagpapayaman. Wala daw siyang plano na tulungan ang mga dukha, dugtong ni kuya Bel. Magulo pero medyo nauunawaan ko si kuya. Anong malay ko ba't nabanggit niya si gobyerno, di ko naman siya kilala. Pero tantya ko, si gobyerno si Gloria - yung demonyong mukha sa malaking larawan.
Habang nagsasalita si kuya Bel, nagmamasid ako sa palibot. May isa mula sa hanay namin, nag-aabot ng mga papel sa mga dumadaan. Yung isa namang mama, nakaitim ang damit tapos me sombrero at sheyds biglang nilapitan si kuya Bel at nagpiktyur gamit ang cellphone niya - di namin siya kasama.
Natapos nang magsalita si kuya, sinubaybayan ko kung san ang tungo niya. Papunta sa lalaking me hawak ng maykropon. Sa likod nung lalaki meron ding lalaking me karga-kargang kamera (alam kong kamera yun, nakakita nako ng ganun minsan nung nakikinood ako ng Wowowee sa kapitbahay). Nagpalitan sila ng salita at nagkamustahan pagkatapos.
Matapos makipagkwentuhan ni kuya Bel sa mama, isa-isa kaming inabutan ng sirang kamatis. Pumagitna yung humahawak ng malaking litrato ng demonyo. Nang magbigay ng senyales ang kasama namin, naglipana ang mga kamatis sa kaliwa't kanan at likuran ko. Lahat dumapo sa malaking mukha ni Gloria, isa-isang nawawasak. Hindi naman kami nagpahuli ni Boy, inilapag ko ang kartong papel na hawak ko at binato ko yung ilong niya - sa may nunal. Ang sarap sa pakiramdam, nabitin nga ako't naubos ang mga kamatis.
Nagsimula na kaming mag-empake pauwi nung balikan kami ni kuya Bel. Humingi siya ng sori at naiwan niya kami ni Boy kanina. Habang nagbabalot ng mga dala-dalang gamit, panay salita ni kuya Bel sa min (wla na yung galit niyang mukha). Nagkwento siya samin, sabi niya dapat nag-aaral daw kami ngayon at hindi na raw namin problema kung san huhugot ng panggasto dun - problema na daw ni gobyerno, ni Gloria. Sana nga makapagtapos ako ng pag-aaral, pangarap kong maging abogado (ipagtatanggol ko ang mga inaapi). Pero di nako umaasa, kasi tingin ko hanggang pangarap nalang yun eh. Sabi ni kuya Bel sira daw kasi yung sistema ng lipunan, tinatakda ng US at ni gobyerno kaya't maraming naghihirap at nagugutom. Medyo hindi ko siya maintindihan pero parang nakuha ko na kung anong ibig niyang sabihin - ang sistema ang nagpapahirap sa amin.
Natapos na kaming magbalot, niyaya kami ni kuya Bel na sumabay na sa kanila pauwi, kakain raw muna ng hapunan. Gutom narin ako at tinanong ko si Boy kung ano say niya (panay tango niya ibig sabihin oo). Nagngitian kaming dalawa ni Boy, natutuwa kami dahil meron na kaming bagong natutuna't nakilala, me libreng pagkain pa! Sana sa susunod na rali makasama kami uli - tulad nang ganito. Gusto ko pa kasing matuto. Balang araw, magiging kagaya din ako ni kuya Bel - di man siya abogado, ipinagtatanggol niya naman kaming mahihirap!
Friday, October 10, 2008
When that time comes,
The sun would be red!
Ablaze, with scorching heat
That would burn the maggots alive:
For the strength of the weak,
The scorching sun!
Will turn the oppressors down.
That very time will come,
when the lark's flock will sing.
A song of liberty
A song of sacrifice;
A tribute to the people's
never failing struggle.
For each price entails sacrifices,
And each sacrifice entails freedom!
Monday, October 6, 2008
He was not just a mere friend but rather a brother to me even when we were still young and innocent. Good thing we aren't as innocent as we were before. I know alot of stories of his love. He use to tell me everything about it. Detail by detail, repeatedly, oh how would I forget?
Lad and I were of opposite polar regions on attitudes and behavior. I'm slow, he's quick. I'm the anti-social and he's the heart of the crowd and blah blah blah. One thing that makes us collide is that we always share the same cup of tea. Of course we end up hurting ourselves. Well I don't know about him, but I do. Too bad, in most cases I'm always the jerk and he's the breadwinner.
Anyway, I'm happy as he is now - really. Him with his soon-to-be gf, the girl whom i also love. Funny how life works right? But this is the real story. I never hated him for who he was. I hated him because out of all the millions of guys in this planet, why on earth that he never fails to become my rival?
I'd still remember the first time we both met Erica - yes, she's the one. We're on our way to conduct a medical mission somewhere when we joined Erica's company. We are about to stay a couple of nights there. At first glance, Erica wasn't that appealing, only that she's a bubbly person. Then she captivated my heart. Due to being a shy guy, I always ask for Lad's help - he's good at this I tell you. And I thought that this would serve as my love story (guess not). It turned out I'm the one who's helping him to catch her heart. As they say, two heads are better than one. I plan for him, he does the initiation.
That final day was over yet they're still together, holding each other's hand like they never will. Cute. The night was sharp that everyone became tired and fell asleep - others were even snorting, gross. And Dew was also gently sleeping, like a baby in its crib.
Lad chose to prolong the night as he lay close to her, watching her promising face - witnessing an angel from heaven resting in peace. Beautiful. he didn't notice I was widely awake... observing. How my heart aches, I can feel the bitterness of the world like the World Trade Center collapsing. I was envious. So goes the never winter nights.
this short story was made out of nothing. it's my first short story. anything on above mentioned were off relating to the real me, i swear. bwahahahaha
*bula bula ang baba*
that bemuses me
Nor thus Cynosure's price
O' E'en the Ire's finest Ard Ri,
cannot muster thee
Tis' not Shurnarkabtishashutu's name
who puzzles thee
Nor the plucky Spartan's fame
that fascinates me
Not the rhetoric of a lover
that maketh bloom of a maiden's liver
Tis' not Leonardo's astute art
who could paint tis' warrior's heart
Because the reason behind all o' these:
The noble songster of jamille's master piece -
A verse of perennial extremity,
Way lain, ikaw ra jud lagi.
*rolling on the floor laughing*
-sar lang, wahahaha. bitaw ue, tinuod ikaw ra lagi. whoever you are. :3
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
The government, the maggots' lair.
vowed to serve the public
for once, never did!
words contaminated with venom
a hazardous toxin
fed upon the hungry and the dying
you guilty vultures,
with all your fallacious promises
outwardly spoken to them:
the struggling and exploited.
here they are,
asking for your debts
but what did you do?
kill them with your fangs!
it'll soon be over.
the wrath of the people
will punish you to death!
ten thousand years,
maybe too long
but still our rank
will remain and never fade!
our class struggle will stand
all be stronger, shout:
"Long live the suffering people!
Long live the revolution!"
after a long hour of agony
vainly waiting for some
miracles to happen -
Or something like that
And here goes another star.
willing to reveal its beauty.
just needing some time
to twinkle brighter.
And another one, and
here's also an another
like a crowd - outside the gate
making some scratching sounds
hum strum hum strum
a serenade, for
the charm of the night
I collide. You blend. They fuse.
The heavens cry out.
The world falls out.
The tune grumbles out.
The music laughs out.
The lyrics dance out.
The mind hears out.
The heart speaks out.
to sketch your sweet face,
I may not be as present as always
just in case you need me,
I might not tell you all the adorations
this planet could have,
I might not write all the flowery words
just for you,
Deep down in my heart, I know
I wanted the best.
To draw, to do, to say, to write,
To care and to love ...
White. Green. Empty.
Broken. Mug. Page.
Entente. Bitter. Crumple.
Daylight. Walk. Sip.
Loud. Adroit. Beat.
Sound. Thick. Bunch.
Silence. Stiff. Factotum.
Stare. Puff. Lean.
Black. Smoke. Near.
Vine. Pierce. Touchstone.
Whip. Deuce. Live longer.
Calm. Swift. Abrupt.
Love. Hug. Kiss.
Smile. Laugh. Hold.
Late. Strum. Music.
Morning. String. Melody.
Grace. Tap. Drowse.
Tranquility. Linger. Sleep.
Pillow. Sense. Cut.
Soft. Sing. Fingers.
Hair. Brain. Eyes.
Stretch. Run. Dream on.
i glance at you
your adorable face
the happy smiling facade
If we find time...
we'd be together
accumulated a fortress
that attempts to reach
your very heart
If you're gone...
I still hope
to see you again
distance doesn't hinder me
from missing you
If time permits...
i could sit beside you
hold your hand,
stare at you
till hell freezes
If not for you...
I wouldn't know heaven
and angel - You are
rekindled my relinquished heart
that it could glow
and shine for others
Thursday, September 25, 2008
What Your Sleeping Position Says
You are calm and rational person with a good deal of balance in your life.
Friends consider you to be kind, caring, and truly loyal.
You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.
Open to the world, you are not afraid to be yourself.
If you don't get enough sleep, you are: Able to cope
It's hard to sleep next to you because: You're a bed hog
|Your Dominant Intelligence is Spatial Intelligence|
You've got a good sense of space and how the world around you looks.
You can close your eyes and "see" images. You have innate artistic talent.
An eye for color and shapes, you're also a natural designer.
Since you think in pictures, visual aids and demonstrations help you learn best.
You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer.
Your Dominant Thinking Style: Visioning
You are very insightful and tend to make decisions based on your insights.
You focus on how things should be - even if you haven't worked out the details.
An idealist, thinking of the future helps you guide your path.
You tend to give others long-term direction and momentum.
You're Pretty Stupid
You got 5/10 questions right!
It's probably time to get your head examined. You hardly know left from right.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
A student must understand that he is an important factor for change. He is always open to new set of ideas.
A student must have an active participation in the society. It's his historic role to contribute for the development of the society.
A student's wisdom is obtained in learning from the masses. He must blend with them.
A student needs to liberate himself together with the masses. Thus he must practice what he learned to form new theories.
A student upholds a nationalist, scientific and mass-oriented education. He always think that education is a right and not as a privilege.
A student stands for what is right and just. He is not afraid to voice out and act for it.
A student is willing to serve his people.
A true student believes in all of these.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Iligan City - "END ALL HOSTILITIES!", "SPARE THE CIVILIANS!", "PEACE NOT WAR!"
These were some of the appeals that the League of Filipino Students – MSU-IIT Chapter demanded on the day of the worst flare-up of fighting between the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) and the Government's armed forces since the postponement of the signing of the MOA on Ancestral Domain two weeks ago.
"We call on the MILF and the AFP to end all hostilities and to get back to the negotiating table," said Fervil Von Tripoli, Chairperson of the LFS-IIT. Tripoli also added that "peace cannot be achieved through bloodshed and intensified hostilities." The latest count of the number of casualties when MILF insurgents raided the towns of Kolambugan and Kauswagan was 41, and ten more are held hostages.
"We strongly believe that the real reason why Arroyo and her minions has been pushing for the creation of a Bangsamoro Juridical Entity, which she touts as the solution to the peace problem in Mindanao, is to generate substantial grounds for the Government to endorse Charter-Change so they can eliminate the provision on the term limit of the presidency," Urbano further stressed out.
The group also announced their further plans vis-à-vis the GRP-MILF peace negotiations and Arroyo's Cha-Cha, which includes a protest action on August 21, the National Day of Protest on Charter-Change.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
Bonifacio had called for a meeting on August 24, in Balintawak, amidst reports that the guardia civil were on their tail. On August 23, more than 1,000 people had assembled as more katipuneros arrived. It was at this point that Bonifacio asked everyone assembled to tear their cedulas as a symbol of their resolve to fight the Spanish colonizers.
"Mabuhay ang Pilipinas! (Long Live the Philippines!)," the katipuneros shouted with one voice, making the Cry of Pugadlawin.
The following day, the leaders of the Katipunan finalized the plan to attack Intramuros in the midnight of 29 August. But even before the said date came, groups of revolutionaries had separate clashes with the guardia civil. Bonifacio came out with the manifesto rousing Filipinos everywhere to join in a simultaneous attack on all Spanish garrisons, offices, storage housed and other facilities. In the following days, katipuneros in Luzon and Visayas, armed only with bolos and a few guns, launched assaults on the Spanish enemy, and spread the fire of the revolution throughout the archipelago.
Bonifacio and the 1986 revolutionaries struggled for the Filipino's right to self-determination which, as Algiers Declaration put it, is an "imprescriptible and unalienable right" of every people. "Every people has the right to break free from any colonial or foreign domination, whether direct or indirect, and from any racist regime," states Article 6 of the Declaration.
Today katipuneros' call for freedom rings even louder as modern-day Filipinos are still shackled by worsening poverty and oppression not very different from that in Bonifacio's time, under a government which represents interests only of foreign powers and the local landlord-comprador elite. Like the preceding regimes, the Arroyo administration is ridden with graft and corruption and implements policies which favor transnational companies and foreign governments more than its own people. Officials of the regime continue the bureaucratic tradition of enriching themselves from selling the national patrimony, exacting exorbitant taxes while depriving the people of meaningful government services.
The worsening extra judicial killings, enforced disappearances and other human rights violations in the seven years under Arroyo reflects her government's disregard for human rights and the desperate use of force to stay in power.
After 111 years, many Filipinos are still heeding Bonifacio's call to join the fight against the oppressive system and work towards setting up a democratic government which respects human rights and is truly representative of the Filipino people.
Now, would you wait for another desaparecidos or individuals who are victims of extra judicial killings and other form of repression to be in newspapers or TV's just for you to move and fight for your freedom and right to live?
Or would you wanted to die in hunger because you can no longer afford to buy the ceiling prices of primary commodities just for you to recognize that you're being oppressed by the Arroyo regime?
Time flocks by, but still you wanted to be stubborn and watch other Filipinos die in poverty, coercion and fascism.
Then this is the time I blame you for letting the status quo to prevail and continue up until next generations, in which of course letting many lives to be sacrificed.
The armed men searched the house, while shouting threats and hitting at the Robiños family members. One of the men kicked Romulos Robiños, a tricycle driver, dragged him out of the house and forced him inside a white vehicle.
A family friend said that he later saw Romulos inside the 69th Infantry Battalion (IB), Philippine Army headquarters in San Jose matulid, Mexico, Pampanga. In their search at the same headquarters, Romulos' wife said she saw one of Romulos's abductors inside the camp. But they did not find Romulos and had not seen him again despite countless days of searching. Romulos has been missing for more than 20 months.
The same scene was repeated in many other places. Among the most recent was on 28 April 2007, in a public place in Quezon City: Jonas Burgos was having his lunch at a restaurant inside the Ever Gotesco mall when four armed men accosted him. He was forcibly taken out of the mall, pushed inside a vehicle and whisked away. Jonas is an agriculturist and activist who had been helping farmers in Bulacan. The plate number of the vehicle used in Jonas's abduction was traced to an impounded vehicle inside the 56th Infantry Battalion of the Philippine Army (IBPA) in Bulacan. Jonas has been missing for five months.
Romulos Robiños and Jonas Burgos are only two of 184 who are victims of enforced disappearance since Mrs. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo assumed power in 2001. They are the "desaparecidos," those who were abducted and kept hidden by suspected soldiers, police and their agents, allegedly in the name of counter-insurgency and the US and Philippine governments' "global war against terror."
Families of desaparecidos are victims, too. They are subjected to psychological torture as they worry from day to day about the fate of their loved ones. There is no closure for families of desaparecidos, only an endless search. The disappearance also affects their livelihood and put their lives at risk.
The tragedy of a loved one's disappearance is the same for any person -whether in the Philippines, Indonesia, Kosovo, Honduras, Turkey, Guatemala, Nigeria or Afghanistan.
In 2005 alone, the United Nations Working Group on Enforced or Involuntary Disappearance (WGEID) has received 50,000 cases from 90 countries. It is said that "anti-terrorist activities are being used by an increasing number of States as an excuse for not respecting human rights, especially protection of all persons from disappearance."
Very few States have created a specific criminal offense of enforced disappearance and only 61 countries have signed the International Convention on the Protection of All Persons from Enforced Disappearance. The Arroyo government did not sign the convention despite vigorous calls by the UN.
On August 30, the world commemorates the International Day of the Disappeared. This day is an occasion to give tribute to victims of state terrorism all over the world, remember the disappeared, and hold the perpetrators accountable for their crimes.
The tragedy that befell the Robiños, Burgos and many other families was not fate but the desired result of the implementation of a policy of the Arroyo regime, as it is confronted with political and economic crisis, fearful of social change and afraid that it will be ousted by people power.
As long as Mrs. Arroyo and her minions like Norberto Gonzales, Eduardo Ermita, Raul Gonzales, Gen. Hermogenes Esperon and other implementors of Oplan Bantay Laya and the "War on Terror" are in power, the threat of enforced disappearance, extrajudicial killing and other violations of our human rights will remain dangling above our heads.
Our silence or indifference today will not keep us safe in the days to come, as anyone may become a victim of enforced disappearance unless the Arroyo regime is stopped. It is time for all of us to stand for justice with the rest of our countrymen and women and defy Arroyo's undeclared martial law.
Their search for the truth may expose them to even greater danger yet families and friends of disappeared persons continue to exhibit courage and commitment to collectively fight for justice. This serves as an inspiration to other victims of injustice and more citizens to understand state terrorism and enforced disappearance, and resist until no one is disappeared again.
Source: FHM Philippines Vol.3, No.3 (for Human Rights) July-Sept 2007 Issue
What Reptile Are You?
You Are a Crocodile
You are incredibly wise and knowledgeable.
In fact, your wisdom is so deep that it sometimes consumes you.
People are intrigued by you, but you find few people intriguing.
You are not a very social creature.
You are cunning. You enjoy deceiving people a little.
You are able to find balance in your life, and you can survive anything.
What Do People Envy About You?
People Envy Your Compassion
You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.
People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.
What Do The Flowers You Pick Say About You?
What These Sunflowers Say About You
You are a truly warm person with amazing bursts of energy.
You bring happiness to everyone around you, and you are adored by many.
You're bright, bold, and cheery. You nourish friends you with your optimism.
What Kind of Thinker Are You?
Your Thinking is Abstract and Sequential
You like to do research and collect lots of information.
The more facts you have, the easier it is for you to learn.
You need to figure things out for yourself and consider all possibilities.
You tend to become an expert in the subjects that you study.
It's difficult for you to work with people who know less than you do.
You aren't a very patient teacher, and you don't like convincing people that you're right.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
a wonderful creature has caught my eye
she was a damsel in distress
her black dress resembles her emptiness
fearful i am as i stare at her
unusual feeling i seldom bear
lovely maiden, can we be friends?
-> Nyahahah... rotz carotz... *mimba*
Niki Sanders, an unwitting sufferer of Dissociative Identity Disorder, displays superhuman strength, being able to literally rip others in half. Initially, she is only able to access this power when her alter ego "Jessica" is in control. (killer instincts)
Micah Sanders, the exceptionally intelligent boy who has technopathy or the ability to control and manipulate electronics and machines with his mind. (including atm machines *$_$*)
Matt Parkman, the police officer who has the ability to read others thoughts or mental manipulation/telepathy.
Claude Rains, the Englishman who has the ability to become invisible. (waw)
Charlie Andrews. She had an advanced enhanced memory, with the ability to clearly and quickly understand what she had memorized. (unsaon nalang if bookworm ka sobra pa kang einstein)
Nathan Petrelli, the politician (brother of Peter Petrelli) who possesses the power of self-propelled flight.
Sarah Ellis, who was also known as Eden McCain. She has the power of persuasion or the ability to force others to obey one's spoken imperatives.
The Haitian, who's able to wipe out other people's memory and manipulate people's mind.
Hiro Nakamura, a Japanese cubicle worker who dreads his job and dreams of a more adventurous life. He loves comic books, science fiction, fantasy, and idolizes the heroes of the stories he loves. He has the ability to bend time and space. (idol ko to eh)
save the cheerleader save the world!
Isaac Mendez, has the ability to see the future when he's high with mimba! This manifests itself in his artistic ability to paint and draw. When his power kicks in, his eyes turn white and he seems to go into a trance like state.
mimba kayu ug nawong oh.
Claire Bennet, the teenage cheerleader that has amazing regenerative powers, being able to heal quickly from falls, accidents, burns, and almost any damage done to her. Nothing can seem to kill her. (immortal)
Peter Petrelli, the bida of the storya. Peter has discovered that he has the ability to mimic other peoples powers when he is in close proximity of them, often needing to touch them to spark the flow of power. He has used the powers of many of the heroes, including flight, the ability to see the future, stop time, turn invisible, and heal himself.
Sylar also known as Gabriel Grey (di xa kasama sa Grey's anatomy ha? Heroes lang), xa yung villain in the story. He has apparently absorbed the powers of any special person whom he has killed, making him near unstoppable.
Or maybe wala nalang noh. You know it's hard to be blinded with fantasies. (Tan-awang resulta sa akoa tsk tsk tsk)
*balik sa real world*
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Toward the middle, you are a realist.
Toward the bottom, you are pessimistic, and have a tendency to behave negatively.
Facing left, you believe in tradition, are friendly, and remember dates (birthdays, etc.)
Facing right, you are innovative and active, but don't have a strong sense of family, nor do you remember dates
Facing front, you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.
With many details, you are analytical, cautious, and distrustful.
With few details, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker.
With less than 4 legs, they are insecure or are living through a period of major change.
With 4 legs showing, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals.
The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.
The bigger the better. You drew small ears, you are an OK listener
The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life.
And again more is better! You drew small tail :)
bata: ang chaka talga neto, binababoi ako ah.. *oink*
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Second year! (oh may gahd clumsy moments nakuh ni agui)
so there was this maangas girl inside the class. a pure bred ilongga (they were labeled as braggard in our place you know). but she wasn't the hypocrite type. she was just mataray eventhough she's small and that's why i hated her (exdee). since she was the class secretary and i was the longest living chatter inside the house, we were rivals in many features. diba uso paman nang lista lista ug noisy with fines sa hayskul, i was always the number one in her list that's why i always grumble and tease her after the class. PE! di paman uso ang dance dance revo third mix ana nga time so we were dancing cha-cha. miracles shed from the heavens, ug wa ko kabalo unsa iyang nakaon why she asked me to be her partner (i wish it was for real). i nodded sign of affirmation for the reason that i'll be able to make fun of her and so i can take vengeance. i always mock her even if it's me who had both left feet in dancing. we usually quarrel when we see each other's face elsewhere (or not usual but always) and murag na anad na ba. one of our ate ate once spoke, 'sigi mog dugsing ba kamo man jud magkadaun puhon', and at the back part of my mind, like sure it would happen as if she would pass my standards (because she wasn't that pretty i guess). but when times like she's out of school for Press Cons i usually miss her and longs to see her for there's no one i can make kulet kulet anymore. cupid must have targeted his arrow on me that i didn't expect i would fall in love with my worst enemy. there was one incident ba na i wanted to give her flowers ug na palaw ko kay nagseminar diay xa for upcoming RSPC (the flowers was with me that time na). it was in the afternoon when i wandered the city, upon walking on the streets i saw her riding a tricycle towards Gaisano Mall of Gensan (about 3km in distance from my position, this was according to my calculations char lang). i don't know what came into my head that i hasten my footsteps. then i was already running to catch the vehicle she was riding. it was more than half way that the vehicle vanished from my scope and i stop running realizing that she was on a tricycle and i was on my sandals (just imagine the scenario, pang MMK kau oi chaka). following weeks came over, i wanted to surprise her so i bought a silver ring just for her. it was noontime when i gave her the ring and sat nearby singing to her the song 'Maniwala Ka Sana' by Parokya Ni Edgar. i don't know how it feels to serenade even if i sounded like a croaking frog basta ang ako lang kay mahuman naq ang kanta. i courted her for more than a year bearing the hopes and dreams that she'd fall for me too sometime in the future. of course i went into thorough interrogations and several denials but i was still persistent until that very day... she told me a secret that i wish i never knew i was in love with her. few weeks from the time we had that conversation, she had a boyfriend na diay. that time, i was ripped apart that i wish to end my stay on this planet. i would cry from time to time, punch the wall, scratch my arms with the use of pins for i didn't know what else to do. basta i was a miser, just imagine atlas na nadat-ugan sa iyang gipas-an nga kalibutan. it took me more than a year to move on. she transferred to another school, and bisan ingon ana na, i would be in the front gate magmasid masid. taking the chance of seeing her ba.
during my third year in highschool, i got off contact with the world. what i mean is i didn't want to engage myself on dating (sakitan gud kuno ko watata). pero it was the time when i had a hidden feeling for my bestfriend though it wasn't that great. a simple crush case turns out into puppy love. mga happenings like i would treat my bestfriend a merienda inside the canteen, mga chika chika sa kinabuhi namong duha et al. i stifled my feelings for my bestfriend because i know it wasn't the right thing. pero it faded away na when i transferred into another section during my 4th year in highschool (may rapod oi).
kani laging hawud hawud ta ba, i was elected as the class president in our section. and because the president is nothing without his daily reports, he needed his secretary XD. it was in the latter part that i found out that my secretary was my childhood playmate pala (sori kay limtanon man gud ko wa nako kahinumdom, bata pa bea mi adto nga time). days, nights, weeks, months pass by. we indulged into an intimate closeness, alot of time that we're with other kasi eh. Setting were HHWW sa rice fields, mga hatud hatud pauli, outing sa beach and ah oh oh i forgot the climax of our lub story wahaha. one afternoon when we decided to go to the city library to read some books (ang akong tuyo kay mukuyog nalng ko ba kay naman xa), it suddenly rained. the rain was pouring very hard on us that i told her na mauna na xa dun sa library me dadaanan lang ako sandali. for the library was not to far from the cathedral, dumaan na ko to buy red roses. i was very wet when i reached the library so punas punas muna and i showed her the flowers (xempre it was dedicated to her eh). and i told to the girl that i surely like her and am very willing to court her. 'pananghid sa kay mama' was her statement. and because i was very firm with my decision for i like her na jud that time, i went to her mother's den (her mum's also a teachee). of course i brought a pack of food with me for she told me that her mother wanted to see me with her merienda (napakagiatay julalay akong show). her mother was a jolly person, she was cracking jokes on me and ako pod sakay sakay nalng ba (yez nalng ang akong mastorya ba). her mother told me that we were still young and she wanted us to finish our study first before anything else. 'mas lami manang magkalayo mu for a long time and paghuman ninyog skwela ba kay kamo rapod magkadaun'. well i guess mother knows best at i was very very obedient that time yes naleng porebermor ang show. pila ka months ang nilabay, she was linked to another boy and i was jealous. we had a trouble so nahuman na among lub story. yay. XD~ it was in the prom when i made my bestfriend my partner and we were crowned as the king and queen of hearts in that senior's night. i didn't notice 'the mother' was watching us not from afar. i went out to drink some water. 'the mother' approached me, xempre i was shock. she was asking nganong wala daw mi nag pares nga gwapo ug gwapa lagi ming pareho that night. i just smiled and went back into my seat beside my partner opkors. i guess i don't want to cling on our relationship siguro. and i guess that was high school... hahay.