tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15048007209009877622024-02-08T07:21:00.149-08:00Longer than ForeverMidanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-75361782260490058322011-07-14T22:42:00.000-07:002011-07-14T22:44:22.490-07:00Sa Eskina<div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Nasa gilid</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ng kalsada. Nagmamakaawa</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Sa mga taong nakapaligid</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Sa kanya. Naghihintay</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Kung kailan maririnig</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ang taginting ng piso</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Sa hawak niyang baso.</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"> </span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Nasa sulok</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ng kalsada. Nag-aabang</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Kung sino ang aalok</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ng grasya. Nagmamasid</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br /><span> Sa paligid kahit inaan<span id="dtx-highlighting-item">to</span>k</span></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Na sa paghinga</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ng hinihinging awa.</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"> </span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Di alam kung saan hahalungkatin,</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Walang naturo kung pa’no kakahigin</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ang lalamunin.</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Kaya nagtiis na lang na abutan</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ng abuloy at kawaan.</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"> </span></p><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Iyong madadaanan</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Ang kanyang tahanan</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Sa eskina</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><br />Masisilayan mo siya.</span> </div>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-35160044055173364212011-06-12T05:38:00.000-07:002011-06-12T05:42:17.483-07:00Sa Huwad na Kaunlaran<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lumuha ka, aking Bayan; buong lungkot mong iluha<br />Ang kawawang kapalaran ng lupain mong kawawa:<br />Ang bandilang sagisag moy lukob ng dayong bandila.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pati wikang minana moy busabos ng ibang wika,<br />Ganito ring araw nang agawan ka ng laya,<br />Labintatlo ng Agosto nang saklutin ang Maynila.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lumuha ka, habang sila ay palalong nagdiriwang,<br />Sa libingan ng maliit, ang malakiy may libangan;<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Katulad mo ay si Huli, naaliping bayad-utang.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Katulad mo ay si Sisa, binaliw ng kahirapan;<br />Walang lakas na magtanggol, walang tapang na lumaban,<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tumataghoy, kung paslangin; tumatangis, kung nakawan! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >May araw ding ang luha moy masasaid, matutuyo,<br />May araw ding di na luha sa mata mong namumugto<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ang dadaloy, kundi apoy, at apoy na kulay dugo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Samantalang ang dugo mo ay aserong kumukulo;<br />Sisigaw kang buong giting sa liyab ng libong sulo<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >At ang lumang tanikalay lalagutin mo ng punglo!<br /><br />-Ka Amando </span></span></div></div>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-52047121331177806232011-05-15T08:42:00.000-07:002011-05-15T08:43:42.300-07:0024/7<p>You know a fine day when it happens. For example the trill</p><p>of that tentative squint on an unusually bright morning,</p><p>when you suddenly remember the window shutters. Done for.</p><p>Also, at the local supermarket, trying to straighten out</p><p>the list, you seem like a regular guy. Nothing fancy</p><p>but the need to figure out which onions—size, skin,</p><p>whatnot. And you forego the memory of the octogenarian</p><p>you saw on television, wearing skimpy clothing and doing</p><p>cartwheels, like there’s a lot to hope for suddenly, like</p><p>you’re learning anew the sections of a small room,</p><p>and the round bulbs on the kitchen table,</p><p>little light left, the night coming.</p>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-31567990260581429602010-12-09T00:07:00.000-08:002010-12-09T00:10:24.525-08:00Wow Mali<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /> Nag aagaw ang liwanang at dilim. Ang katawan ko’y paralisado. Parang may isang mabigat na kung ano ang dumadagan sa akin. Masakit. Mahirap. Ang mga tunog ng baril at pagsabog ng bomba ang aking naririnig. Mga sigaw at hikbing pagmamakaawa. Gusto ko nang gumising. Gusto kong bumangon. Pero isang malaking hadlang ang kadenang napulupot sa akin. Nagdadagdag ng hirap. Isang panaginip? O katotohanang sinang ayunan ng oras?<br /> “Salamat Biyernes na!” tanging boses ni Delo ang nangibabaw sa loob ng klase, na akmang nag inat habang ang lahat, abala sa pagrereview.<br /> “Pre, piniiral mo na namn katamaran mo” kantyaw ng katabi nitong nasa bandang kaliwang lalaki na ngumunguya ng tila walang lasa na bubble gum. Maaninag mo sa kanya ang kasigaan dahil sa mukha nitong parang pinanglaban kay Pacquiao. Sya si Basti, ang pangulo ng inuman sa buong kampus.<br /> “Sus, Dre inuman na lang tayo!” Bulong ng isang lalaki pa ulit sa bandang kaliwa na parang may sinusundot na kung anu sa ilong. Si Mark. Hari sa kompyuter at porno. Lahat ng teknik, alam.<br /> “Tara!” Sigaw ni Basti na atat sa nasabing pang aanyaya.<br /> Napalakas ang kaninang bulungan at tawanan.<br /> “Shhh…” Senyas ng isang nasa harapan. Nakasalamin ng makapal at naka oil ang buhok na tila walang makaliligtas na kuto. Si Jun. Ang halimaw ng lahat ng subject. Halos lahat na ata nang itanung mo, alam nya at idedetalye ang lahat. Para bang nasa pluto sya at ipapaliwanang nya kung paanu sya nakarating dun. Ang nanlilisik nyang maatang tila naduduling ang lalong nagpalakas ng tawanan.<br /> “Tara na! 15 minutes na wala pa si sir!” Sigaw muli ni Basti, pero sa ngayon ganap na malakas at umalingawngaw sa buong silid. Bakas sa kanya ang pananabik sa nasabing inuman.<br /> Sabay sabay tumayo ang tatlo tangan ang iisang notebook kung saan lahat ng subject ay napagsama-sama. Naglakad sila palabas ng kampus na lahat ng madadaanang mata at nakatuon kay Delo. Porket gwapo at mayaman, madali siyang nakilala ng mga estudyante. “Kung hindi lang sya siguro naimpluwensyahan.” Bulong ng isa.<br /> Bago pa man makalabas ng gate isang…<br /> “Prrrttt….” Pito mula sa gawing kanan nila na nagpahinto sa tatlo. Huminto ang na lamang ang tatlo. Sabay ang pagduwal ng malalking blokeng laway ng lalaki.<br /> “Hoy! Anung year mo na? Alam mo bang bawal ang hikaw dito?” Tanung ng nakaunipormeng lalaki. Sabay ang pag hawak sa tenga.<br /> “Syet! Di ko natanggal!” sabi ni Mark. Kinuha na lamang ng naka unipormeng lalaki ang I.D nito kasabay ng nasabing nagliliwanag na dyamante.<br />Ang kadiliman, unti-unting nagliliwanag kasabay ang unti unting paglakas ng mga ingay. Ingay na nangugulo, nanunukso, nangaasar. Ang kaninag mabigat, unti unting gumaan. Di paman naalis ang mabigat na nakapasan sa aking buong katawan, isang malaking bagay ang tumama sa aking mukha. At isang maalat na likido ang lumuha sa aking bibig. Nagising ako, nagulat, natawa.<br /> Kagabi nagkainuman kami. Di na ako nakauwi sa bahay kung kaya’t nakitulog na lang ako sa bahay nila Mark.. Pinahid ko ang nagdudugong kong labi. Ang lasa ng alak at dugo, nakakdiri. Tumingin ako sa pinanggagalingan ng tunog, ang cellphone ko tuloy pa rin sa pagtunog, mga baril at iba pang karahasan, lumapit ako at tiningnan.<br /> “Putek, Biyernes pa lang pala.”<br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /></span>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-1762613521623592082010-01-28T23:29:00.000-08:002010-01-28T23:30:33.873-08:00Stories That Are Not Mine<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Stories that are not mine<br />Float inside of my own mind.<br /><br />These voices in the air<br />They come from out of nowhere.<br /><br />They tell me their tall tales<br />In soft whispers and in wails.<br /><br />These tales of young and old<br />And of the meek and of the bold.<br /><br />Do they speak to me in tongues,<br />Or is this merely inspiration?<br /><br />Whatever is the case,<br />I know I'll never need to chase.<br /><br />These stories, they'll find me,<br />Whether real or imaginary.<br /><br />So, I'll tell you these tall tales,<br />With their stories, I'll regale.<br /><br />These legends and their lore,<br />Tales you've never heard before.<br /><br />Though, these stories, they're not mine,<br />I'll gladly share them, anytime!<br /></span></div>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-52997904705860646272010-01-28T23:27:00.000-08:002010-01-28T23:28:44.743-08:00Poem of Music<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Four tightly strung strings</em><br /><em>That, when firmly pressed,</em><br /><em>Can scream and soar and sing.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Four tightly pulled lines</em><br /><em>That, when softly bowed,</em><br /><em>Can lightly whisper and rhyme.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Four tightly drawn cords</em><br /><em>That, when rightly played,</em><br /><em>Can lift the soul upward!</em></span></div>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-43136091704289512102010-01-28T23:26:00.000-08:002010-01-28T23:27:11.200-08:00My Direction<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>What is my life?</em><br /><em>And where am I going?</em><br /><em>Some days I think</em><br /><em>I have no way of knowing.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Where am I at?</em><br /><em>And how did I get here?</em><br /><em>Some days I can't</em><br /><em>Even remember, I fear.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What did I want</em><br /><em>When I was much younger,</em><br /><em>Burning with passion,</em><br /><em>And all of that hunger?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What did I love</em><br /><em>When I was that child,</em><br /><em>Running reckless and free,</em><br /><em>An un-tamed spirit, wild?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What did I say</em><br /><em>When I spoke from the heart,</em><br /><em>Before I knew the world</em><br /><em>And how that it can hurt?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What could I do </em><br /><em>When I was so much stronger,</em><br /><em>When I was so swift</em><br /><em>And could last so much longer?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What did I treasure</em><br /><em>When I could defend,</em><br /><em>When I was so fierce</em><br /><em>And my wounds easily mended?</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>What did I lose, </em><br /><em>When I mislaid my plan?</em><br /><em>I think I remember,</em><br /><em>I will find my way again.</em><br /></span></div>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-70230777611119953732010-01-27T23:24:00.000-08:002010-01-27T23:27:18.745-08:00Tula sa Panibagong Hamon<p style="font-weight: bold;">Naririnig ko ang tunog ng orasan</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Ala-una na halos ng umaga</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Ako ay gising na gising pa,</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">samantalang</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">ang aking isip ay gusto</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">na lumikha ng isang tula</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Maihahantulad sa lungkot</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">na minsanan lang</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">kung maramdaman.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Ganito nga ba</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">ang nag-iisa?</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Hirap sa tulog,</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">wari bang</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">balisa</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">at</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">di-mapakali…</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Kay tagal</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">ko</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">na</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">rin</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">mula ng huli akong</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">gumawa</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">ng</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">isang tula.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Pagsisikapan ko</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">na</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">ngayon</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">ang</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">aking</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">pagsulat.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Para lamang</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">sa</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">aking</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">katinuan.</p>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-89800154879025428202010-01-25T00:24:00.000-08:002010-01-25T00:25:56.351-08:00PILI-pino<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nakapanuod ako ng isang <i>TV program</i>. Ang kanilang topic ay <i>kung kaya ba ng mga kabataan ngayon ang maging isang Ninoy</i>. Tinalakay ang kasaysayan ni Ninoy at sinariwa ang kaniyang magaganda at makabuluhang mga talumpati. At dahil sa <i>Reality Show</i> iyon, kumukuha sila ng mga opinyon sa mga kabataan tungkol sa topic (dati kasi debate ang format nila). May mga tumatak na sa opinyon sa akin mula sa kapwa ko kabataan.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Tanong: </i>Handa ka bang mamatay para sa bayan?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Maga sagot na tumatak sa akin ( <i>edited</i> na kasi hindi ku saulado yung mga sinabi nila.)</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Girl 1</i>: Hindi. Kung sana worth ng buhay ko yung mga pilipino, sige lang. Pero hindi worth ang mga pilipino na ikamatay.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Girl 2:</i> Hindi meron namang ibang <i>willing </i><span style="font-style: normal;">mamatay para sa bayan, edi sila nalang. Kanya-kanya lang yan.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>At ang favorite ko:</i></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Girl 3:</i> Hindi. Para naman akong baliw para mamatay para sa bayan.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Complete the sentence: </i>Kung buhay pa si Ninoy...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i> Girl 1: </i><span style="font-style: normal;">Kung buhay pa si Ninoy, edi wala din. Hindi lang naman si Ninoy ang kailangan gumalaw para sa bayan. Kailangan tayong lahat, kailangan may</span><i> </i><span style="font-style: normal;">pagkakaisa tayong lahat.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Nakakatawa ngunit may kabuluhan bawat opinyon ng mga kabataan. Nakakatawa kasi napaka-<i>honest </i>nila sa kanilang mga sagot at kahit na mababaw ang sagot nila ay kung papakinggan at susuriin mong mabuti ay may kabuluhan.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Turn </i>ko na para sumagot sa dalawang tanong.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Tanong:</i> Handa ka bang mamatay para sa bayan?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Sagot ko:</i> Hindi din. May ibang paraan para pag silbihan ang bayan. Meron pang ibang pwedeng gawin para makadulot ng pagbabago. Hindi na uso ngayon ang mga <i>firing squad</i> para maging bayani. Hindi na uso na ibuwis ang buhay para igawa ka ng rebulto at isulat sa <i>History Books.</i><span style="">Tama ang isang manunulat na nabasa ko, “Hindi ako naniniwala sa Ako Mismo, Panatang Makabayan nga hindi natin masunod Ako Mismo pa. Sundin muna natin ang Panatang Makabayan, ayos na ang lahat.” Naniniwala ako ang simpleng hindi pagtatapon ng balat ng kendi sa kung saan, malaki na ang mgagawa sa ating bansa.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Complete the sentence</i>: Kung buhay pa si Ninoy...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <i>Sagot ko</i>: Kung buhay pa si Ninoy, malamang isa syang politiko. Hindi ko alam kung magiging magaling siyang politiko at kung magiging isa lamang <i>Corruptioner </i>(sarili kong <i>Dictionary</i>). Sigurado kung buhay pa sya, hindi pa rin <i>democratic country </i>ang pilipinas at hanggang ngayon ay nakikipaglaban pa rin tayo sa diktadorya ng pamilyang Marcos. Siguro kung buhay pa si Ninoy, mayaman parin ang mga Marcos. At kung buhay pa si Ninoy, iba ang nakasulat sa aklat at Sibika at Kultura.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> May iniwang pang tanong ang programa na talagang mapapaisip ka, <i>“If you love the country, can you also love the people of the country?</i></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Oo nga naman, kung mahal mo ang bansa mo, dapat tanggapin mo lahat dito. Kasama na dito ang mga <i>drug lords, Corruptioner</i>, magnanakaw, manloloko, mamamatay tao, matatabang kotong <i>Cops</i>, nananamantala ng kapwa, pilipino, mabibilis ba driver sa EDSA, mga ayaw magpa <i>graduate</i> na propesor, mga rapist, mga Ampatuan, magulang na nag aabuso ng anak, celebrity na nagsabing <i>“Teachers were just repeaters ,“</i> mga taong sinisisi kay Gloria ang kanilang paghihirap, at maduduming katauhan ng pilipino.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sabi ni Erap: “ Hindi dapat <i>love for god, love for family at love for country</i>. Dapat <i>love for god, love for country at love for family.</i></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><i> </i><span style="font-style: normal;">Tama nga ba ang sinabi nya?</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Kung mas mamahalin mo pa ang bansa kesa sa pamilya mo, tama ba ito?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Kung ikaw ay<i> construction worker</i>, maghihirap ka ba magtipak ng bato, maghalo ng semento at magbuhat ng bakat para maging bayani at ibigay sa <i>charity work</i> ang iyong sweldo samantalang ang asawa at ang mga anak mo ay nagugutom at walang matinong masilungan?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Kung ikaw ba ay nagtitinda ng taho, maglalakad ka ba sa gitana ng init ng araw, magpapakapaos kakasigaw ng tinitindag taho, sago, arnibal at ibibigay ang kinita mo buong araw para sa pagbibigay ng relief <i>goods</i> sa mga mahihirap kung ikaw mismo ay walang makitang kaginhawaan sa buhay?</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"> <span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Madami pa akong naiisip na halimbawa pero wag na lang, kasi masyadong na akong seryoso at masyado siyang madami at hindi na <i>healthy</i> na sabihin. Naipahiwatig ko na rin naman ang gisto kong iparating at ang aking opinyon. Madami ngayon ang makabayan<i> “daw.” </i>May suot na damit na may bandila ng Pilipinas at 3 star and a sun, maraming nakipaglibing at nakidalamhati kay tita Cory, pero totoo nga bang mahal nila ang pilipinas at pinagmamalaki nila ang pagiging pilipino o isa silang PILI-pino(pinipili lang ang minamahal at pinagmamalaki).</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%;"><br /></p>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-11694228670230270202010-01-25T00:22:00.000-08:002010-01-25T00:23:28.538-08:00Ikaw<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hindi ko maaabot ang buwan,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">kahit halos isang dangkal lamang ang layo nito.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hindi mapapasaakin ang kanyang ngiti,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">kahit gaano man ito katamis.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At kahit gaano ko man ito inaasam. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">patuloy akong magtatago sa kawalan</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">kahit naaaninag ko ang kanyang liwanag</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sapagkat habang nararamdaman kong</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">naglalaro ang mga paru-paro sa aking hinagap</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ay nagluluksa naman ang aking diwa.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">at kung sa guhit man ng tadhana</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ay makaduapang palad ko ang kanyang pilikmata,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ngingiti lamang ako. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sapagkat natatalos kong hindi siya mapapasakin</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dahil nakatali na siya sa langit.</span> </p>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504800720900987762.post-82153485730746818962010-01-18T23:49:00.000-08:002010-01-18T23:51:00.029-08:00Dream to be with you<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">Countless hours I have spent</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">wishing, hoping, dreaming.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">wishing you’re arms were around me</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">hoping to be in your sweet embrace.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">dreaming...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">Countless dreams I have dreamt</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">of love, of life ,of you.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">of love, where would I be without you?</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">of life, who would I be without you?</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">of you...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">Countless days I have waited,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">the months, the weeks, everyday.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">The months, for one day you’ll be mine.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">the weeks, that we’ll be together</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">everyday...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">Countless thoughts that have crossed my mind.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">Today, tomorrow, and always.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">Today, I thought of nothing but you,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">tomorrow, will be more of the same,</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;">and always</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></span><br /></p>Midanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00373723471924003937noreply@blogger.com0