Naglalakad ako sa riles na katapat ng aming bahay, kauulan lamang kaya amoy na amoy ang mga basang uray at damo sa mga taniman ng gulay. Maya maya ay tumambad sa akin ang mukha ng pamilyar na mukha ng isang dalaga, maputi, nakangiti, at ako’y tinatawag. Kilala ko sya sahil nakasama ko sya sa opisina, matagal tagal na rin bago ulit kami nagkita at sa sobrang kasabikan a niyakap ko sya at binati. Inimbitahan ko sya sa aming bahay at inalok ng makakain, sya at ang kanyang kasamang dalaga rin. Buong araw kaming nag kwentuhan kasama ng aking pamilya at napakasaya talaga ng aming muling pagkikita.

Nang humupa ang tawanan ay akin syang tinanong, aalis ka pa ba? ang ngiti sa kanyang mukha, hindi man nabura ay nagpahiwatig pa rin ng kalungkutan.

“Kailangan ko pang mag lakbay, marami pa akong dapat gawin at tapusin, nagpaalam lang ako sa iyo.”

Matapos ang mga katagang iyon, siya ay nag ayos, tinawag ang kanyang kasama at nagsimula nang lumakad sa riles kung saan ko siya muling nakita.

itutuloy…

…karugtong

Napansin ko ang kanyang damit na tila iba na sa dati nyang sinusuot. Ang dating madilim na bughaw na belo at palda ay napalitan ng matingkad na bughaw at ang kanyang damit, ngayon ay puti na. Kailangan kong pumunta ng Lucena ngayon pero hindi kami pwede sumakay ng kahit anong sasakyan. Naglalakad lamang kami. Ipag dasal mo kami ha, sige, uuna na kami paalam…

Paalam Sr. Leny

Lumiwanag ang kapaligiran at nakita ko na ang aking sarili sa aking higaan, doo’y nalaman ko na panaginip ang lahat. Pero damang dama ko ang lahat ng pangyayari, ang saya at lungkot na nadama ko ng nakita ko sya. Hindi ko alam kong dapat ko nga ba sya i-text o kung tama ba ang number na itetext ko. Simula ng lumisan sya sa aming paaralan ay hinanap ko na ang alaga at pagmamahal niya sa amin, salamat sa Panginoon at kahit sa panaginip ay nakita ko siya at nayakap.

May mga dahilan kung bakit hindi ako masyado makapagsulat tungkol sa pulitika. Hindi naman sa wala ako pakialam, malawak lang kasi ang sakop nito na maaaring hindi ko pa alam at isa pa, hindi pa ako nakakaboto kahit dapat ay botante na ako. Nakakahiya namang magngangawa ng mga bagay na una sa lahat ay dapat ako muna ang gumagawa. Paano ko ipagtatanggol ang karapatan nating mga Pilipino sa pagsusulat kung sa tanging paraan ng pagboto ay hindi ko pa nagagawa.

Kaya nagpasya akong magparehistro na. Ang sabi ng marami ay mahaba daw ang pila, ang ilan siksikan naman daw. Mayroon namang nadalian sa sistema ng pagpaparehistro pero ako, ako talaga ay nainip. Nainip at nabugnot sa kakahintay sa napakahabang pila sa munisipyo.

Dahil nalalapit na ang katapusan ng araw ng pagpaparehistro, dumarami na ang humahabol at nag pasya sila |ang munisipyo| na habaan pa ang oras ng pagpaparehistro hanggang gabi. Kaya pagkalabas namin sa opisina ay deretso na kami doon upang mag fill up ng application form. Dito sa Lucena ako nagpasyang bumoto, dito na rin naman kasi ako nagkamalay at nagka muwang kahit palagi akong nasa Sariaya upang magbakasyon.

Madali lang mag fill up ng form at nang matapos ko na yun ay dinala na ako ng nag isang volunteer sa lugar kung saan kukunan ka ng thumbmark at picture para sa voter’s ID. Ang gana ko sa pagfill up ng form ay bigla na lang naglaho nang makita ko ang sandamakmak na tao na akala ko ay nagkakagulo, yun pala ay naka pila para sa picture taking. Mahaba ang pila na umikot na sa napakahabang building. At kung iisipin ko na ako ang nasa dulo ng pilang ito, gugustuhin ko na talagang umuwi. Hindi pa ako kumakain kasi ang akala ko ay mabilis lang ang registration. Sino ba kasi nagsabi na mabilis lang hay.

Ilang oras pa ang lumipas ay marami na rin ang tao sa likuran ko. At pautay utay ang usad tungo sa opisina kung saan nandoon ang camera. Katapat ko lang pala ang opisina pero kailangan pa umikot ng pila para magkasya sa ilalim ng bubong ng munisipyo. Nakakainip, nakakagutom at nakakaantok mag hintay.

Matapos ang pitong oras na paghihintay ay nasa loob na ako ng opisina.. J Pero sa loob ay may pila pa rin. Maayos na naman, hindi na maingay hindi na mainit. Air conditioned na e. Hindi ko rin naman na napansin ang oras kasi maya maya lang ay ako na ang kuklunan ng picture at thumbprint.

At sa wakas, nakuha ko na ang ,maliit na papel na ibibigay daw para makuha ang ID some time in the not too distant future. Masaya na ko kasi tunay na kong Pilipino na pwede makialam sa pamamalakad ng bansa. Masaya talaga magpa rehistro, yun ay kung dedicated ka. Umuwi ako sa aming dormitory na may ngiti sa mukha kasi pwede na ako magsulat ng kung ano ano. Babawi ako sa eleksyon…

…pramis

…boboto ako

Oo ako na….

Ako na mismo…

Ako na mismo magsisimula…

Nakikiramay po ako sa pagpanaw ni Lawrince Ray Anda kahapon lamang. Nawa po ay makasama na niya ang Poong Lumikha.

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Cory Aquino: My Yellow Ribbon

After getting tagged by mahalia, i mmediately responded with my own sketch of the former president. I will also support barriosiete’s efforts along with the efforts of every blogger and Filipinos praying for her recovery.

If we Filipinos are worth dying for, we will not wait for death to prove it.

Mabuhay!!

written by bogart

Sometimes I feel exhausted

Sometimes I feel I’m sick,

Can’t even move a muscle

Can’t even barely speak

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It seems I haven’t eaten

It seems I haven’t slept

My body just can’t take it

After everything it kept

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They think I need a doctor

I beg to disagree

I know my own illness

I know my remedy

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These things that I have told you,

Those things I seem to feel

Sometimes I just feel them

But they are not that real

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I just want some attention,

A hug or maybe two

I just need some comfort,

Maybe I just need you

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I can’t help but feel them

So that you’d give me care,

Or those sweet thoughts that gives me

The smiles you make me wear

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Maybe not exhausted

Maybe I’m not sick

Maybe those are child’s play

Maybe those are tricks

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Just so that you would notice

How badly I miss you, just so you would know

I’m lonely without you.

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Juan:     Paano namatay si Rizal?

Pedro:  Binaril

Juan:     Mali ka

Pedro:   Eh paano?!

Juan:     Hindi mo alam? Pinugot ang ulo, inilagay sa piso!!

Nyek Nyek Nyek

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For about two hours, I laughed about this joke that my classmate t

old me way back when I was in grade 1, only now that I was a grown up did I see how corny and senseless it was. Yet, it tickles the funny bones of all children who went through a public school. For them, our national hero’s existence lie in every joke about Jose, every chart of National Symbols on the wall, on every one peso  coin and in every portrait beside our current presidents. F

or such a long period of childhood, they have know our national hero in this

point of view, even I took so many years before knowing, not how he died, but how he lived.

This was one subject I really left out for the last few

semesters of my time here in our school. I left it out for two reasons, 1) it is a minor subject in our curriculum and 2) many students leave this out too and so this subject was always available every semester. I was excited at the same time irritated since it took me almost four years before I can take it and because I know who my teacher will be.

On the bad side of luck, I was not surprised when she came on the platform, spoke in her drunken accent and gave as much assignment as we can have. In only a single session, she has assigned a reporter on every chapter of the reference book which was used even before she was a student. I found it difficult to be motivated in her class since her old-fashioned way of teaching was really hard to absorb. There were no integrations of our lessons, nothing new about that, my last two social science subjects in her class proved to be the same as today.

But enough about her, despite my idleness in her subject, I don’t know what happened but I just simply turned the pages of that book and read. When not in the mood, I read with my eyes but my thoughts say a different thing. And from the first few paragraphs, I have to read them again because I did not understand anything besides the thought of Sesame Street dancing in my mind.

I fell asleep and when I woke up, there were no classes then, I just continued reading, for ones, I became interested by the conflicts of his time, the violence of our conquerors and the Filipino’s thirst for freedom and retribution. I kept on reading, after a while, I noticed that I have gone through the chapter assigned to me which was my original purpose of opening that book. Pausing for only bathroom breaks and answering the text message on my phone, nothing stopped me from reading. I did not eat lunch on time, I brought it to the toilet, and it takes me until eleven in the evening just to feel my eyes already shedding tears for lack of rest and sleep.

After two nights and one whole day, I finished the book and to my surprise, I understood it, maybe not in full detail but by heart I understood how our hero lived before having to face death. For once, I saw through him in a different way, more than Juan and Pedro could have known him, in a way that a Filipino should know him.

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A tribute to a writer that every blogger should know of.

My thoughts of you are my mornings’ inspiration

And my evenings’ comfort

They are wondrous thoughts free in spirit

And they take me along when they are soaring

Above the things that cloud other parts of my life

You make everything alright in my world,

Every time I think of you

If I know what love is,

It is because every moment with you

Is a past, a present and a future

That brings me closer to a wish come true

Than any fantasy I’ve ever had

With your own special magic

And in your own marvelous ways,

You have given my days

With more richness, joy and love

Than most people will ever dream of…

I love you…

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I was never fond of giving gifts, expensive accessories or other luxuries. Since we are both students, saving money was still a priority for us. Only a few times in our relationship did we go to the movies, dated in an extraordinary location or eat in an exquisite restaurant.

Though she did not experience what every young woman’s dream of these things, I made her experience what every young woman never dreamed of experiencing.

In the early stages of our relationship, and up to now, we still give each other gifts that was beyond what money can do. I send her letters expressing my love, drawings and comic strips that makes her smile and other simple things for her to remember me. In return she does the same. She even gives me artworks (she is a painter) and sings for me on the phone whenever I call her.

These simple things reminds us that love is more than the words spoken when we see each other, more than the things we give each other, even more than the times we see each other. Beyond distance, studies and work, still this love is burning giving light and color to our life as young individuals. Eventually as we become mature of heart and of mind, may this love still give us warmth as we face a new challenge in life…

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O diba, parang ikakasal  eh ano, drama eh

Gusto ko lang I-share ang unang tula na ibinigay sa akin ng aking mahal. Nakuha ko sya kagabi, binigyan ko sya ng isang maliit na rosary, kahoy,  at technicolored. Sinulat nya yung tula sa isang papel following the path of her name. Tapos paikot-ikot sa border noong papel. Ang sweet nga eh hehe.. yun, wala lang.

This semester, our organization, Knights of the Altar, opened up for training women in altar service. In return changing our organization name to be Ministers of the Altar.

These changes led me into thoughts like being fair enoughto both genders in the kind of service we offer to the Lord. The downside is, since this is a first, women in our school still are hesitant to be the first women to serve the altar so it really is a challenge and it will take a real heart to serve the Lord without hesitations.

One more thing, election of officers took place just last week and guess what, who would have thought that the boy who once dreamed of being in the altar in a white sotane assisting the priest , that boy who also dreamed of sending fumes of incence go flying everywhere while leading 5 other servers as they march down the isle, would be thepresident of the organization…

At last, this is my first time to be an officer since I was in kindergarten and sure enough, my service to this organization finally paid off.

We were invested as knights on this day.