‘Wi’ Dahil sa Kanya

Nag-aayos ako ng gamit.
Nakita ko notebook ko. 'Yung notebook na pinagsulatan ko ng lahat ng tulang gawa ko, paborito ko at that time, or gawa ng ilang kaibigan ko. At sobrang natawa ako nang makita ko itong gawa ng kabarkada kong si Dawn. Hahahaha. =))


Kabarkada ko na siya simula high school hanggang ngayon. Isa sa mga tunay na maasahan pagdating sa komedya at pagsasabi ng katotohanan. Marami siyang kawawaan sa buhay noong high school kami (tulad ng pagtakbu-takbo sa loob ng classroom at pagsalubong sa mga posteng nakahambalang sa tinatakbuhan niya) at isa na itong naisulat niya. Haha. =))


Ang benta. =))

Ganto ba talaga ‘pag sawi;

‘Di ko na alam kung pano mapapawi;

Parang labi ko ngayo’y ngumingiwi;

Dahil hanggang sa alak lang ako makababawi;

Hindi ko ninais na mapunta sa ganitong gawi;

Para tuloy gusto kong mapunta sa Tawi-tawi;

Baka sakaling makalimot, sa layo’y ‘di na rin makauwi;

Mabuti na rin siguro para lumubay na sa pagkasawi;

Sa kaiisip sa kanya sapatos ko ‘di na nakiwi;

Hindi na makintab tulad ng buhok kong sa mukha’y ‘di na mahawi;

May topak na ako tama na nga’t ako’y nawiwiwi;

Titigilan ko na nga’t ‘di na’ko makapag-isip ng ‘wi’;

June 5, 2005 ang date kung kailan ko naisulat ang tula niyang ito sa notebook ko.

Haha. =)) I love you, Dawn! <3

SCANDAL Band ❤: Taiyou to Kimi Ga Egaku Story

For weeks, this has been my Google Chrome theme. =)


And everytime I open a new tab, I will stare at it first for about five seconds before I can finally move on to whatever I needed a new tab for. Hahaha.


This shot is from their music video (their choreography here is awesome!) for Taiyou to Kimi ga Egaku STORY (The Story Drawn by the Sun and You).  They're so cute! And I love Haruna's outfit (the girl with the yellow socks). =)

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~The story painted by the sun and you

Such unbearable desire, my heart beating faster

Like I might forget to breathe

It will remain forever burned into my brain

When we can no longer meet I’ll be able to remember it

The endless season brightens me up~

*credits to jpopasia for the lyrics, tinypic for the video

Kung Talaga Namang May Isang Bagay Na Makadudurog Sa Puso Ko

Iyon ay tuwing makikita ko ang diperensya ng mga makapangyarihan at mga hindi pinalad magkaroon ng kapangyarihan. Hindi ako makatingin nang diretso sa mga nanlilimos sa kalye, sa mga batang nagtitinda ng sampaguita kahit umaambon o mataas ang tirik ng araw, sa magiinang natutulog sa gilid ng footbridge at ginagamit na sapin at kumot ang mga dyaryo sa tabi-tabi.  Kapag tiningnan ko kasi sila nang matagal, maluluha ako. Seryoso. XD


Kasunod nuon, maiinis na ako sa mga corrupt officials. Sa mga walang inintindi kundi panatilihin o pataasin ang kanya-kanya nilang mga pwesto sa gobyerno. Sa mga walang inintindi kundi makipagtapunan ng putik sa imahe ng bawat isa. Daig pa sila ng mga noontime shows, kahit paano nagbibigay ng pag-asa sa mga maralita. Ng mga foundations na nakalilikom ng funds para makapag-sponsor sa pagaaral ng mga batang walang kakayahang pagaralin ng mga magulang nila.


Kaya naman nang mabasa ko ang mga salitang ito:


Filipino was a chore, like washing the dishes; it was not the language of learning. It was the language we used to speak to the people who washed our dishes.
We used to think learning Filipino was important because it was practical: Filipino was the language of the world outside the classroom. It was the language of the streets: it was how you spoke to the tindera when you went to the tindahan, what you used to tell your katulong that you had an utos, and how you texted manong when you needed “sundo na.”
These skills were required to survive in the outside world, because we are forced to relate with the tinderas and the manongs and the katulongs of this world. If we wanted to communicate to these people — or otherwise avoid being mugged on the jeepney — we needed to learn Filipino.

Kumulo ang dugo ko.

One Door Away from Heaven

One Door Away from Heaven by Dean Koontz


My rating: 3 of 5 stars


Bioethics intrigues me. But it also sends shivers on me. >.<




The world is full of broken people. Splints, casts, miracle drugs, and time can't mend fractured hearts, wounded hearts, wounded minds, torn spirits.

Even in the darkest moments, light exists if you have the faith to see it. Fear is a poison produced by the mind, and courage is the antidote stored always in the soul. In misfortune lies the seed of future triumph.

...a wasted opportunity wasn't just a missed chance, but was a wound to your future. Miss too many opportunities, thus sustaining too many wounds, and you wouldn't have a future at all.

Hope, however, isn't all that's needed to achieve change. Hope is a hand extended, but two hands are required to be pulled out of this deep hole. The second hand was faith...

People spend more time interacting with machines, less time with other people, and year by year we're losing what little humanity we have left.

Anger was a reliable defense, but one that allowed no chance of final victory. Anger was a medicine but never a cure, briefly numbing the pain without extracting the thorn that caused the agony.

There's lots of law these days, but not much justice. Celebrities murder their wives and go free. A mother kills her children, and the news people on TV say she's the victim and want you to send money to her lawyers. When everything's upside down like this, what fool just sits back and thinks justice will prevail?


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Dear Exploiter

You can show your love in many great ways.
Sometimes pushing yourself beyond your limits.
No boundaries, yes.
Your beloved wants the moon?
Give thee the universe.
Encased in a glittering box of silver and gold.
Tied with a silky red ribbon.


But would you risk the lives of others living in it?
Yes, to make thee happy.
Yes, to make yourself feel worthy and brilliant.
To make yourself feel that you can do anything you want.
STUPID.

Gusto Kong Maging Malaya

Gusto kong maranasan

Ang tumakbo sa ilalim ng ulan

Hindi naghahanap ng masisilungan

Tumalon-talon hanggang madulas sa kalsada

At tumayong muli habang tumatawa.

Gusto kong damhin ang init ng araw

Maglakad sa tirik na tirik nitong sikat

Walang paki sa pawis na nalilikha

At sa pagkauhaw na maaring madama.

Gusto kong maging gaya ng iba.

Nakapagsasalita.

Nakukuha ang gusto.

Nakapagrereklamo.

Nakaaawit.

Nakasasayaw.

Nakatatakbo nang mabilis.

Nakasisigaw.

Nakalilipad.

Nakalalangoy.

Nakalilimot.

Nakapagmamahal.

At minamahal.

Gusto kong maging malaya

Hindi nagaalala sa magiging resulta

Hindi nagiisip na hindi ko kaya

Gusto ko ng mapagod sa pagaalala.

Anton - The Professor Never To Be

Anton - the Professor Never to Be: - About the failure of a genius - by Armin Opherden

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This humourful novel tells the story of Anton’s development between his birth and his being a young father and husband. It shows how and why he fails to make full use of his enormous mental capacity.

The central theme that the novel discussed was the educational system in Germany. And this drew my attention more closely since one of my interests is on education.

It was really a worthwhile read and I had fun comparing and contrasting Anton’s experiences as a student in Germany and my experiences as a student here in Philippines. =)

I learned about the German custom of giving a carefully decorated cardboard cone filled with sweets on the occasion of a child’s first day of school. We do not have that kind of tradition in the Philippines! I think that if there were, then every child would surely look forward to his/her first day at school. =) I can still remember my cousin during her first day at school. She did not want to be left alone with the other children inside the classroom. Every time my aunt (her mother) says goodbye, tears would start to pour down from my cousin’s eyes and then finally, she would wail loudly and would strongly grasp around one of her mother’s thighs! It would take a long time before she could finally let go.

And when I was in elementary (a level of education that starts when a child reaches the age of 6 or 7 and which lasts for six or seven years, depending on the school), I also experienced sitting on uncomfortable desks for hours. And since there were at least sixty pupils in a small classroom, we sat almost elbow-to-elbow with each other. The noise was almost unmanageable especially when there was no teacher around. The class president usually assigns the class secretary to write the names of noisy classmates in the blackboard. But I never really complained. I knew I was still lucky because in other parts of the country, mostly in the very-hard-to-reach rural areas, the existence of a decent classroom with desks is a rarity, if not impossibility.

Pottermore: I'm SeerSand155

Refresh.
Refresh.
Refresh.

That was what I was doing with my browser almost every five minutes yesterday. I was just so eager to answer the Day 2 Clue for Pottermore. :)

I also visited forums regarding the possible time when the Day 1 Clue appeared on the site.
Au realized that we actually got an edge over the western countries since their ungodly hours correspond to our waking hours. Haha.

So finally, we made it!

The clue was regarding the chapter in the Chamber of Secrets where Professor McGonagall cancelled  the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.


After getting the answer to the clue (that Au so willingly gave me, thank you so much to her), hastily adding it to the end of the URL, quill.pottermore.com/ and then finally hitting enter, I was practically holding my breath while I was waiting for that loading bar to finish. Haha. =))

Next, a matrix of photos will appear and you have to choose which one of them is the Magical Quill. :)
Choosing the correct photo will lead to the following screen. :)