harry paotter and the half blood prince showing on july 16,2009..
gatta watch it...^___^
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
SECRET
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the boy next to me. He is my so-called “BESTFRIEND”. I stared at his face and I wish he were mine. But he didn’t notice me like that. And I knew it. After class he walked to me and asked for the notes he had missed the day before. I handed them to him. He said, “THANKS” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love him but I’m just too shy and I don’t know why.
Second grade, the phone rang, on the other hand was he. Mumbling on and on about his love that had broken his heart. He asked me to come over because he didn’t want to be alone, and so I did. As I sat next to him on the sofa I stared at his soft eyes and wishing he were mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie and three bags of chips, and then he decided to go to sleep. But before that, he looks at me and said, “THANKS” and gave me kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love him but I’m just too shy and I don’t know why.
Senior year, the day before our prom. He walked on my desk, “MY DATE IS SICK”, he said, “SHE'S NOT GONNA GO WELL I DON'T HAVE A DATE.” During our seventh grade, we made a promise that if neither of us don’t have a date we would go together- just as “BESTFRIENDS”. So we did. After the prom night, he was standing at my front doorstep. I glanced at him as he smiled at me. And he gazed at me with his crystal eyes. I want him to be mine but he didn’t think of me like that. And I knew it. Then he said, “I HAD THE BEST TIME, THANKS!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love him but I’m just too shy and I don’t know why...
Days had passed, then weeks, then months. Before I could blink it’s our graduation day. I watched his body floated up on the stage to get his diploma. I want him to be mine. But he didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, he come to me with his smock and hat, and he cried as I hug him. Then he lifted his head on my shoulders and said, “YOU’RE MY BESTFRIEND, THANKS!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want him to know that that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love him but I’m just too shy and I don’t know why.
Now as I sit in the pews of the church, that boy is getting married…..That boy is getting married now. I watched him say “I DO” and drive off his new life. He was married to another woman. I want him to be mine, but he didn’t see me like that. And I knew it. But before he drove away, he came to me and said, “YOU CAME, THANKS!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want him to know that I don’t want us to be just friends. I love him but I’m just too shy and I don’t know why.
Years passed, I looked down in the coffin of the boy who used to be my “BESTFRIEND”. At the service they read a diary entry he had written in his high school years, this is what he said;
“I stared at her wishing she
were mine but she didn’t notice
me like that. And I knew it. I
want to tell her. I want her to
know that I don’t want us to be
just friends. I love her but I’m
just too shy and I don’t know
why. I wish she tell me that she
loved me too.”
“I wish I did too…”, I thought to myself and then I cried.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Agony
Even the gloomy eyes of the stars would agree
If I say that the hands of certainly reached me
For as they waited patiently in the blue
For that wonderer to throw them a glance
I work so hard and pure
So warm and so true,
For as the sailors sail their way to unsure fate
I raised myself to pick the sweetest fruit
Of that so-called victory.
Yet, I still need to shut my eyes
To feel the bitter prize of my continuous
agony…
Even the gloomy eyes of the stars would agree
If I say that the hands of certainly reached me
For as they waited patiently in the blue
For that wonderer to throw them a glance
I work so hard and pure
So warm and so true,
For as the sailors sail their way to unsure fate
I raised myself to pick the sweetest fruit
Of that so-called victory.
Yet, I still need to shut my eyes
To feel the bitter prize of my continuous
agony…
Monday, April 13, 2009
fallen to you
i dont know how it start
all i want is to be with you
see you every minute
hold your hand
and feel the tight of your hug.........
i really miss you...
all i want is to be with you
see you every minute
hold your hand
and feel the tight of your hug.........
i really miss you...
Thursday, February 12, 2009
May Arte rin ang Pagtanggap ng Di Sapat na Sahod
Hubad ang kanang kamay
hintaying lumapag ang malamig na pera.
Huwag nang mag-abala pang ungutin ang katambal
na peyslip dahil tiyak namang wala,
ito’y batay na rin sa karanasan.
At dahil ganito muli ang nangyari,
ipasok dahan-dahan, ng di napapansin ng nas-aabot,
ang kaliwang kamay s aiyong kaliwang bulsa.
Unti-unting lamukusin sa loob nito
Ang nauna ng ginawang listahan ng mga bibilhin
(dahil patuloy ka pa ring umaasang magbabago
ang ihip ng hangin)
na alam mong di na magagamit.
Bona magiging am.
Pampers magiging lampin.
Wafers magiging tig-pipisong otap.
Repolyo, patatas, magiging repak pampinakbet.
Isang kilong baboy magiging kalahati.
Tender Juicy mawawala.
At dagdagan ng dalawang supot ng toge at
isang kilong talong pamparami ng dating.
Siguradong matatapos ang pamimili’y
bitbit mo na ang supot ng alternatibs.
Hinding-hindi dapat kalimutan na
itira ang pambili ng hinyebra,
ang inuming magdadala sa’yo
ng alala ng katatapos na pagturo,
siksik, liglig at umaapaw na trabaho.
Inuming magpapabago ng lasa ng pinakbet na
sinasawaan mo na.
At higit sa lahat, inuming may matigas na boteng
gustong-gusto mong ipukpok
sa nagpapasahod sa’yo…
Hubad ang kanang kamay
hintaying lumapag ang malamig na pera.
Huwag nang mag-abala pang ungutin ang katambal
na peyslip dahil tiyak namang wala,
ito’y batay na rin sa karanasan.
At dahil ganito muli ang nangyari,
ipasok dahan-dahan, ng di napapansin ng nas-aabot,
ang kaliwang kamay s aiyong kaliwang bulsa.
Unti-unting lamukusin sa loob nito
Ang nauna ng ginawang listahan ng mga bibilhin
(dahil patuloy ka pa ring umaasang magbabago
ang ihip ng hangin)
na alam mong di na magagamit.
Bona magiging am.
Pampers magiging lampin.
Wafers magiging tig-pipisong otap.
Repolyo, patatas, magiging repak pampinakbet.
Isang kilong baboy magiging kalahati.
Tender Juicy mawawala.
At dagdagan ng dalawang supot ng toge at
isang kilong talong pamparami ng dating.
Siguradong matatapos ang pamimili’y
bitbit mo na ang supot ng alternatibs.
Hinding-hindi dapat kalimutan na
itira ang pambili ng hinyebra,
ang inuming magdadala sa’yo
ng alala ng katatapos na pagturo,
siksik, liglig at umaapaw na trabaho.
Inuming magpapabago ng lasa ng pinakbet na
sinasawaan mo na.
At higit sa lahat, inuming may matigas na boteng
gustong-gusto mong ipukpok
sa nagpapasahod sa’yo…
December Nineteenth
Cold December
sunset standing before an old friend waiting…
Wondering what distant past gave me-
A speck of memory
a spark of hope,
strings in vein-
all ended in the wasteland of cadavers.
And so, I played.
His pale soul cried.
Numberless sorrow spoke his voice.
Those whisper meant something,
Yes, it does mean something.
All he left was a guitar with a dark post, untamed, mysterious.
The night he left,
Icast everything
With tears of notes,
every December nineteenth.
Cold December
sunset standing before an old friend waiting…
Wondering what distant past gave me-
A speck of memory
a spark of hope,
strings in vein-
all ended in the wasteland of cadavers.
And so, I played.
His pale soul cried.
Numberless sorrow spoke his voice.
Those whisper meant something,
Yes, it does mean something.
All he left was a guitar with a dark post, untamed, mysterious.
The night he left,
Icast everything
With tears of notes,
every December nineteenth.
Flagless Ceremony
Primitive daylight
standing straight against
our motherland’s pole…
pole alone.
Chanting our national anthem
with the voices of fury
in the tune of insurrection.
With our left hands
having contingence with our hearts, clenched fist!
Every individual acknowledge its strains the liturgy was over.
Yet, no sign of our flag.
The red flag must be raised.
Or else, our pole will be bearing someone else’s.
Primitive daylight
standing straight against
our motherland’s pole…
pole alone.
Chanting our national anthem
with the voices of fury
in the tune of insurrection.
With our left hands
having contingence with our hearts, clenched fist!
Every individual acknowledge its strains the liturgy was over.
Yet, no sign of our flag.
The red flag must be raised.
Or else, our pole will be bearing someone else’s.
Ang Bagong Bola ni Joma
Nawawala ang bola ni Joma
Dahil dito,
Kung saan-saan siya napunta:
sa ilalim ng kumot ni Ate,
sa loob ng kabinet ni Kuya,
sa kubetang gamit pala ni Lola; pinasok
niya maging ang mabahong bahay
ng mga batik-batik nilang tuta.
At nang ang bawat sulok
ng munti niyang mundo ay kanyang narrating,
maging ang tiyan ni Inay ay
di nakaligtas sa kanyang pagpansin.
“Nalunok ata ni ‘Nay ko an
bolang laruan ko!”
kanyang pag-aalala.
Kaya’t isiniksik nito ang sarili
sa tabi ng Inay sa kama
at saka nagtanong,
“Nay ba’t an laki ng tiyan mo?”
Ngumiti lamang si Inay sabay tugon,
“Anak, ito ang bagong kapatid
mo, susunod sa iyo
pagdating ng panahon.”
Hinimas ni Joma ang bilugang tiyan
ni Inay at siya’y biglang nalito.
Nagkamot siya ng ulo
at tumulis ang nguso.
Iniisip nito:
“Bola an kapatid ko?”
nakita ng kanyang ina ang
salubong na kilay ng batang
inakalang bunso,
“Hamo, anak makikita mo,
paglabas nito’y may bago
kang malalaro.”
Tuwang-tuwa si Joma,
may malalaro na siyang bola.
At nangakong babantayan niya ito;
Nawawala ang bola ni Joma
Dahil dito,
Kung saan-saan siya napunta:
sa ilalim ng kumot ni Ate,
sa loob ng kabinet ni Kuya,
sa kubetang gamit pala ni Lola; pinasok
niya maging ang mabahong bahay
ng mga batik-batik nilang tuta.
At nang ang bawat sulok
ng munti niyang mundo ay kanyang narrating,
maging ang tiyan ni Inay ay
di nakaligtas sa kanyang pagpansin.
“Nalunok ata ni ‘Nay ko an
bolang laruan ko!”
kanyang pag-aalala.
Kaya’t isiniksik nito ang sarili
sa tabi ng Inay sa kama
at saka nagtanong,
“Nay ba’t an laki ng tiyan mo?”
Ngumiti lamang si Inay sabay tugon,
“Anak, ito ang bagong kapatid
mo, susunod sa iyo
pagdating ng panahon.”
Hinimas ni Joma ang bilugang tiyan
ni Inay at siya’y biglang nalito.
Nagkamot siya ng ulo
at tumulis ang nguso.
Iniisip nito:
“Bola an kapatid ko?”
nakita ng kanyang ina ang
salubong na kilay ng batang
inakalang bunso,
“Hamo, anak makikita mo,
paglabas nito’y may bago
kang malalaro.”
Tuwang-tuwa si Joma,
may malalaro na siyang bola.
At nangakong babantayan niya ito;
di na iwawala pa at
aalagaan nang husto.
Mula noon,
walang sawa ito sa paghintay.
Hinihintay ang araw
na maaari na niyang idibrol
ang bagong kapatid na basketbol!
aalagaan nang husto.
Mula noon,
walang sawa ito sa paghintay.
Hinihintay ang araw
na maaari na niyang idibrol
ang bagong kapatid na basketbol!
Bata-batuta
Tumigil ang mundo
sa pag-inog.
Hindi mahila
ng batang lalaki
kabit-kabit na
eroplanong papel
pinabigan sa dulo
ng kotseng plastik.
Pagkuwa’y huminto.
Itiniklop, itinayo
mga eroplanong luno.
Lumakad pagkaraan.
Kinaladkad
lahat-lahat
na agad
nagsiyuko.
Musmos
napailing.
Mukha nagdilim.
Kasabay ng
AYOKO NAAA!!!!!!!!
Itinapon ng lahat-lahat
sa talahibang
malago.
Saka lumakad
patalon-talon,
pakumpay-kumpay pa
ang kamay
sa hanging panghapon.
Humagikgik ang mundo.
At sinimulang muling
pag-inog nito.
Tumigil ang mundo
sa pag-inog.
Hindi mahila
ng batang lalaki
kabit-kabit na
eroplanong papel
pinabigan sa dulo
ng kotseng plastik.
Pagkuwa’y huminto.
Itiniklop, itinayo
mga eroplanong luno.
Lumakad pagkaraan.
Kinaladkad
lahat-lahat
na agad
nagsiyuko.
Musmos
napailing.
Mukha nagdilim.
Kasabay ng
AYOKO NAAA!!!!!!!!
Itinapon ng lahat-lahat
sa talahibang
malago.
Saka lumakad
patalon-talon,
pakumpay-kumpay pa
ang kamay
sa hanging panghapon.
Humagikgik ang mundo.
At sinimulang muling
pag-inog nito.
Just another Story
Someone was supposed to tell Everyone
What Anyone should have heard,
But it so happened that just No one heard
What Someone was saying to himself.
It turns out that Someone
Wanted to tell Everyone
How much he loved Anyone,
And Someone wanted Everyone
To find out if Anyone felt the same.
But because just No one knew
What Everyone should have known,
(And he was a secretive fellow indeed)
What Someone was saying
Never reached Anyone at all.
Someone was supposed to tell Everyone
What Anyone should have heard,
But it so happened that just No one heard
What Someone was saying to himself.
It turns out that Someone
Wanted to tell Everyone
How much he loved Anyone,
And Someone wanted Everyone
To find out if Anyone felt the same.
But because just No one knew
What Everyone should have known,
(And he was a secretive fellow indeed)
What Someone was saying
Never reached Anyone at all.
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