Pagkakaibigan

Ang ating mga kaibigan ay lagi lamang nandiyaan at iyong maaasahan

Hindi mo na sila kailangan pang tawagan kung kailangan mo ng mahihingahan

Sila ay handa kang tulungan kahit saan at kahit hindi mo na sila sabihan

Sila 'rin ay laging nakasuporta at handa kang alalayan

Sila ay handa kang samahan sa iyong mga kabaliwan

Tatawanan sa tuwing ikaw ay may nagawang katangahan

Ngunit dadamayan ka sa tuwing ikaw ay masasaktan

At ipagtatanggol sa lahat ng iyong mga kalaban

Hindi na kailangan pang marami ang ating mga kaibigan

Mas importanteng alam mong sila ay totoo at may katapatan

Hindi 'rin importante kung ano ang kanilang katangian at kung ano ang kanilang kakayahan

Ang pinaka mahalaga ay may pagmamahalan at pagpapahalaga sa inyong pagkakaibigan

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Landas na tinatahak

Dalawang libo at labing pitong kalye na ang nalampasan ng manlalakbay...
Bawat klaye niyang nalalampasn ay dagdag sa taon na siya ay nag simulang tumayo at maglakad patungo sa kanyang mga adhikain. Hindi naging ganoon kadali ang mga nakalipas na paglalakabay. May mga pagkakataon na kailangan niyang tiisin ang mga sugat bunga ng pakiki pag tunggali niya sa mga halimaw sa daan. Kapag ang mga sugat ay sapat ng naghilom ay mapapaso naman ito ng matinding init at kung minsan mababasa ng ulan. Kalaban ang mga halang ang bituka sa daan at ang panahon ay nanadya ang manlalakbay ay matapang na nilampasan ang mahabang mga kalye. Wala rin siyang tinag kahit na ang sarili nalang ang kaagapay. Sa pagpapahinga niya ay di inaasahan ang delubyo sa pang dalawang libo at labing pitong kalye. Mas matitibay na halimaw,na nag tatagalay ng sungay at kapangyarihan mula sa kadiliman. Sinusubukan nilang harangan and daanan ng manlalakbay. Buong lakas silang sinugod ng manlalabay tangan ang espada ng kagitingan habang baon ang determinasyon.  Sa pagpapatuloy ng pakiki baka ng manlalakbay ay sumabay pa ang pagsama ng panahon na siyang nagpahirap sa sitwsyon. Ngunit dahil buo ang loob ng manlalakbay ay sabay sabay niyang napataob ang mga kalaban as gitna g delubyo. Pagkatapos ng makasaysayang digmaan ay agad siyang nilapitan ng diwata ng ulan at agad na hinilom ang kanyang mga sugat nag turan ng "mahal ko kasamamo ako sa susunod pang milenyo".
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Natitirang Piraso

Sa dagliang pagbigkas
Pagsuko'y iyong mababakas
Mga luhang walang takas
Mga ala alang lilipas

Sa pagdating ng isang dayo
Kay bilis ng iyong paglayo
Madali nga naman sayo
Dahil wala namang tayo

Hindi dapat ako nagtiwala
Maling sayo ay naniwala
Wala naman akong napala
Sa huli pa ay nabalewala

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Lucifer

                God is up to something. I know it. He’s been contemplating for too long in his room, only brief intervals in between. He’s bored. He wants something new. He wants to have more than us, His angels. He wants… purpose.

                I run down the golden corridor of heaven. I am running late for the worship. God hates latecomers. I’ve heard he has something big to announce. I wonder what it is. I come to the venue. Stand in the front line. He appears from the clouds in that usual robe glittered with diamonds brilliantly bright.

                “Angels, I have decided to make a man. I will create him in my likeness. He will be as perfect as you all are, except he will dwell in Earth, a planet that I will also create to perfectly sustain his life.” That is His announcement. All of us are boosted with excitement upon hearing the news. We then sing praises to him, as always.

                I fall to bed. Everyone is off-duty, even God Himself, or is He? I say my prayers and prepare my dreams. Suddenly, someone begins to knock on my bedroom door. It is God. Before I get to open it, He slams it down. He enters and tells me, “You are going to give me purpose, Lucifer. You are going to envy me and thus create evil. Everyone is going to despise you and everyone is going to love me more thinking that they need me more than ever. You are the sacrificial lamb, but hey, I am God.” He goes out and shuts the door. Is it really possible? Can I really envy God for all his glorious creations? I don’t think so.

                Another day, this is the day man is going to come to life, and God has summoned us to behold. I’m feeling something in my heart. Something dark. I do not know what it is. Anyway, comes the time God creates His man. He always wants to prove he’s great, doesn’t He? Yes, I mean, He’s  God and all and we all know it, He doesn’t have to flaunt His highness and perfection. What does he desire? Endless gratitude? He has given us life but what life is life if spent exclusively for Him? It might as well be HIS life. Don’t we have freedom? Are all slaves like this? Well, sorry, God. I have grown tired of kissing your ass. Oh, is that a man? He’s wonderful. It would be a shame if someone took advantage of his vulnerability to temptation. Uhm… 

Courtesy : Glory May Asahan


-Rain Check 

Rapunzel

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One day the woman stood at the window overlooking the garden, and saw there a bed full of the finest rampion: the leaves looked so fresh and green that she longed to eat them. The desire grew day by day, and just because she knew she couldn't possibly get any, she pined away and became quite pale and wretched. Then her husband grew alarmed and said: “What ails you, dear wife?” she answered, “If I don’t get some rampion to eat out of the garden behind the house, I know I shall die. 

The man who loved her dearly, thought to himself, rather than let my wife die I will fetch her some rampion, no matter what the cost. So at dusk he climbed over the wall into the witch garden, and, hastily gathering a handful of rampion leaves, he returned with them to his wife. She made them into salad, which tasted good that her longing for the forbidden food was greater than ever. If she were to know her husband should climb over the garden wall again, and fetch her some more. So at dusk he went over the wall but when he reached the other side he drew back in terror, for there, standing before him, was the old witch. 

"How dare you!” she shrieked, “climb into my garden and steal my rampion like a common thief? You shall suffer for your foolhardiness.” 

“Oh!” He implored, “Forgive me but I was desperate. My wife saw your rampion from her window and longs for some so badly that she will surely die if she does not have some.

Then the witch grew calmer and said: as you say, you may take as much as rampion as you like, but one condition only -- that you give me the child your wife will shortly bring into the world” said the witch but she feels uncomfortable with her decision she just wanted to have a baby but he can’t. But the man agreed to what the witch asked. 

The child was born and the witch appeared, and gave it the name of Rapunzel. She is the most beautiful girl under the sun but when she was twelve years old the witch shut her up in a tower without a stair or a door, for the reason that witch didn’t want Rapunzel leave her and find her true parents, she didn’t want to be alone again.

But after a year a prince came into the woods and passed by the tower he heard Rapunzel singing so sweetly. Everything changed so the witch decided to cut the hair of Rapunzel because she thinks that she deceived him while she was gone and cried harder. The prince came back after a year and saved Rapunzel. The witch's left alone in a desert and guilty about what she done and promise her that she will not do the same again and change herself as a good grandmother in town.


-Hydrogenx

Ang Inahing Manok na Mapagmahal

One morning, I, together with my sibling, woke up without our mother hen. I think she left because she's searching food for us. And I also think that she is in the river, where in there were a lot of worms which is our food. We decided to play in the backyard while waiting for our mother to come.

When she came, we were all confuse when we saw the fear that was written all over her face. What did happen earlier? I just asked myself.

"I nearly eat by the lizard. " Our mother hen, exclaim. So, aside from Hawk and Crow, we should also be careful to the Lizard.

"Why are you scared from Lizard?" I ask. "Its because, Berto the Lizard killed your father. Your father is brave and he was the leader of all the chicken here in our place." she replied. "So, all of you should be careful." she added.

One afternoon, we asked our mother to go in the river and she happily bring us there. When we get in the river, my siblings and I were so happy to see that there were a lot of worms to eat. We really do enjoy eating worms, I am sure that we will be full after this.

Because of our happiness we didn't realize that the Lizard is ready to attack us but our mother hen is fast. Using her beak and sharpen nails she started to attack the lizard. And I think that because the lizard is now injured he don't have a choice but to run.

In what we have seen, I have realized now, that our mother loves us so much and she will do everything just for the sake of us. And I now realize how lucky I am to have a mother like her.

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Original Story

Isang umaga ay maagang pumunta si inanh Manok sa gilid ng ilog. Maraming pagkain doon na maiuuwi niya sa mga anak. Tahimik na tahimik si Inang Manok. Natigil siya nang makarinig ng kaluskos. Nang lumingon ay nakita niya ang isang malaking bayawak. Bago pa nasunggaban ng bayawak ay kumaripas siya ng takbo. Laking pasasalamat ng inahing manok dahil nakaligtas siya. 

Nang dumating sa kanila ay nakalawit ang dila niya sa pahingal. Maputlang-maputla rin siya sa takot.

"Muntik na akong makain ng Bayawak, " balita niya. Takang-taka ang mga sisiw sa nakitang takot ng ina. 

Nalaman nilang bukod kay Lawin at kay Uwak ay may bayawak pa silanh dapat ingatan.

"Bakit kayo takot sa bayawak? " tanong ng isang sisiw sa ina. "Dahil ang pumatat sa ama ninyong si Tandang ay si Bertong Bayawak. Sobrang tapang pa ng inyong ama dahil lidee siya ng mga manok sa lugar na ito," sagot ng inahin.

"Kaya mag-ingat kayo."

Isang hapon ay niyaya ng mga sisiw si Inang Manok. Nagpunta sila sa tabi ng ilog na malayp sa pinagkitaan sa bayawak. Tuwang-tuwa ang mga sisiw dahil maraming bulate sa kanilang napuntahan.

Sa sobrang tuwa ng mga sisiq ay nag-aagawan sila sa pagkain. Maingah rin silang naghabulan. Maliban kay Inang Manok ay walang nakapansin na may marahang kumakaluskos mula sa malagong damo.

Sa halip matakot ay nagtago si Inang Manok sa isang mataas na bato. Tinanaw niya ang nagkakasayahan niyang mga sisiw. Nang makita niyang si Bayawak ay bigla niya itong inunahan. Pinagtutuka niya ito at kinalmot ng kaniyang mahahabamg kuko. Napilitan tuloy tumakbo si Bayawak.

Nakita ng mga sisiw ang ginawa ng ina. Natuklasan nilang ilalaban sila ng patayan ng Inang Manok.

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DRIZELLA

Everything was fine and smooth we lived in place were all our needs are present in abundance. We called our home a castle which governs by love. Our parents are the best among all. They didn’t just provide us our needs but also they raised us with compassion. I have two siblings and I am the youngest of all. The oldest among us was named Anastasia. She was quite strict and always misunderstood because of her not so good attitude but I believe she has the good heart. My younger sister was named Cinderella. She is kind and sweet and that is why I don’t bother even we are not have the same mother.  Siblings rivalry is cannot be avoided. Anastasia was easily getting rid when Cinderella was having a quality time with our father. But because we are family we always stay together while copping up with conflicts.  I, Drizella the youngest in our family who always brings joy to us, but the joy I always brought in our house became not enough to overcome our grief when our father died in an accident.  That incident brings a great impact and changes in our family. Our home that we treat a castle filled with grief and misery. We lost the king of our family. The lost of our father was the start of family conflicts.  I saw Tremaine, my mother how she cried a lot. Her tears can make the great flood. And her face was tired of crying. After the death our father she started to develop anger management. Her patience also died. Cinderella was less fortunate among us, she lost our father and my mother treated her as a maid. She was deprived of all the privileged things.  The oldest among us always mistreat Cinderella as if they are not siblings.  I saw how the life of Cinderella became a hell.  I always want to help her but my mother and other sibling feels I am traitor. I can’t do anything expect for being blind and depth of abuse experience by Cinderella.  I became too happy for Cinderella when the time she decided to go the ball. She wears her beautiful dress but Anastasia tear her clothes. Without the knowledge of all I bought a gown for Cinderella and let wear a glass shoes. I am also the one who rent the gig for her wonderful arrival at the party. I saw how she enjoyed the party and as her sister and the one witness her pain and misery I became happy for her. But that enjoyment was limited, my mother was given us a curfew at 12 midnight.  I don’t want intercept her dance with Grand Duke. We need to rushed and be homed before the curfew so we run away from the party without noticing that Cinderella left her one glass shoes. That shoe was used by the duke to find Cinderella.  The Grand Duke makes his way to find Cinderella. And at last when the Glass shoes fit in Cinderella’s foot the Grand Duke marry her. 

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Gasping in the Wind

I paused in my breathless run, dropping my bag in the dirt and clutching my side. The pain was like tiny needles jabbing into me. A stitch in time just hurts, I thought. It was my own fault for daydreaming so long. I had set out just after breakfast to pick blackberries for my mother to make into jam. It was only when I'd caught faint sound of my mother's voice on the wind that made me realized how late it was.

Another call sounded, louder and more threatening. I looked out into the distance, trying to distract myself from my labored breathing and my aching side. Dark clouds were flooding the horizon, and the first hint of the storm kicked up dust from the path. I stood, hunched over, hands on my knees, listening to the twin howls of my mother and the wind.

I wished I had someplace else to run.

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EDSA-Noveleta (Ito po yung una kong nagawa bago ko naalala na Filipino nga pala yung medium, so I thought I'd post it as well)

                It is half an hour past five and I’m on a bus homeward. Traffic turns out to be forbidding, I’m stuck within its wrath. I look out the window. I notice this silent lake. An often-ignored sight of tranquil waters. I watch its smooth surface as it seems to wave towards me, but it never comes. The sun himself is reflected on this liquid mirror of wonder. Calm. So calm. I may watch it all day and feel like only a second had passed. A timely blessing in an infuriating crisis of cars and right of way. What a picturesque view. Something I would want to share to my girl if I had one. I sit there. On a rock bus-seat, maybe the hardest I’ve ever sat on. Fifteen minutes pass, but I don’t care. I enjoy the view. The dynamic wrinkles form an endless cycle and shift. They aren’t wrinkles at all. Slowly, the sun comes down. The evening is arriving. Still on the same exact position for almost an hour now. Don’t I love the Philippine roads? Before the sun completely fades away, everything is perfect. The skies, the birds, and of course, the lake. I put my headphones on to listen to my favorite song. This shall make perfect even more perfect than the perfection of the latter perfect which seems not to be perfect enough so it shall be more perfect. It plays. Lyin’ Eyes by Eagles. God. It’s going to be awesome. Here comes Glenn Frey… and right at the moment Glenn begins to be heard, the bus moves about seventeen meters forward, banishing the view of the lake and facing me to a morbid and unpainted wall vandalized with phallic drawings. Lots of them. Lots.  

 The late Glenn Frey, ladies and gentlemen. Rest in peace, champ!  

Courtesy : NY Daily News 

-Rain Check

Pusa naman e!

                Sa pag-sapit ng oras kung saan ang abusadong kapangyarihan ay pinaka-namamayagpag, bakit nga ba ang mga inosenteng kuting ang nakakalmot? Nasusugatan ang malalambot na damdamin (at kakyutan) ng mga anghel na “miyaw” lang ang kayang bigkasin sa talambuhay nila. Walang salitang kaya nilang bigkasin ang nakasasakit o nakasisira, ngunit bakit sa tuwing ang aso ay nagwawala, sila’y mainit sa kanyang mga mata?

                Biro lang. Yung asong puti na nakikikain, este nakikilamon sa aming bakod (na kaharian ng dalawang reynang pusa at dalawang prinsesang kuting) ay mabait at magalang kahit hindi siya marunong mag po at opo. Ibabahagi ko sayo ang kwento ng isang hindi inaasahang pagkakaibigan at magastos na pagpapalamon sa apat na mga baboy. Este pusa.

                Isang araw, ang aking kapatid, na hindi ko pangangalanan, ay sumilip sa aming bakuran, at doon ay natagpuan niya ang isang kuting. Tila ilang araw palang mula ng masinagan ng haring araw. Hindi maimulat ang mata at umiiyak. Hindi niya ito pinansin. Umulan. Pagkatapos ng ulan ay muling sumilip ang aking kapatid, na hindi ko pangangalanan, at dalawa na ang mga kuting! Muling umulan. Sumilip ulit ang aking kapatid, na hindi ko nga pangangalanan, kulit ah? At hindi, dalawa pa rin ang kuting. Dumedede sa kanilang ermat na ubod ng ingay kapag gutom. Kasama niya sa pag-aabang ng biyaya at pagpapakita ng kapal ng mukha ang kanyang kapatid na aking pangangalanan, si Boop. Sa kanilang apat siya lang ang aking bibigyan ng pangalan kasi siya ang pinaka-mataba. Mula noon, binigyan namin sila ng bahay at kasiguraduhan ng pagkain tatlong beses kada araw.  Nauubos ang pera ko dahil sa cat food pero ayos lang, kahit hindi.Charot! 

               

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-Rain Check 

Ang nag-iisang lalaki sa buhay ko

Malakas, matapang at maaasahan. Ganiyan kita kung ilarawan. Palagi kang nasa tabi ko kapag ikaw ay kailangan. Mahihingian ng tulong kahit saan pa 'man. Masipag,  maaruga at mapag mahal.  Ito pa ang mga katangian mo na aking minahal. Ikaw ang unang lalaking sa akin ay nagmahal ng ako ay iluwal. At kahit sa tigas ng ulo ko ay hindi mo ako kayang ibuwal. Ikaw ang aking naging sandalan tuwing ako ay nasasaktan at makakapitan sa oras na ako ay nangangailangan. Mga problema ay lagi mong binibigyan ng paraan. Lahat-lahat ay ginagawa, maiahon lang kami sa kahirapan. Kaya salamat, dahil, kahit kailan 'man ay hindi mo kami pinabayaan. Hindi ka 'rin nagkulang sa iyong mga pangangaral. Istrikto ka 'man ngunit hindi nakakasakal. Pinapaalala mo lang kung ano ang mga bawal. At ng may matutunan kaming mabubuting aral. Ikaw ay aking pinupuri dahil sa iyong katangian. Tunay nga naman na ikaw ay dapat na hangaan. Isa kang huwaran na haligi ng tahanan. Kaya Papa, salamat sa iyong kadakilaan. 

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Alas Otso treintaycinco

Ang makata sa unang pagkakataon ay kinakapos ng mga letrang ililimbag. Ang mga ideya ay naglayas na animo’y wala ng planong bumalik. Ultimo ang gasera na nagbibigay liwanag ay andap andap na. Mula sa paa umaakyat ang lamig at namumugto ang mata sa antok. Ang diwa ay bumubulong ng paghimlay. Ngnuit sa kailaliman umahon ang nagpupuyos na mga linya na nagpapahiwatig ng tungkulin ng makata sa pagsulat. Kasabay ng pagpatak ng relos sa Alas otso, treintaycinco at nagsimula na rin pumatak ang tinta sa papel ng makata. Pagod man ang pisikal Ngunit ang mga prinsipyo ay nagnanais bumangon. Lahat ng itinatapon na segundo ay sinusulit upang bumuo ng kapanapanabik na piyesa. Para sa makata ang pagtupad sa responsibilidad ay ang tunguhin ng buhay. Kayat kahit sumabak siya sa malayong paglalakabay ang responsibilidad niya sa mambabasa ay di naisasantabi. Palagi niyang nais pukawin ang atensyon ng mambabasa na animoy magnanakaw na may iniwang aral. Kayat kahit pasapit na ang gabi ay nagsusulat pa rin ang kamay na walang kapaguran. Ang pagsusulat ng makata ay hindi maisasantabi dahil nagiging larawan siya ng isang taong tumutipad ng tapat sa tingkulin. Kayat ang mga susunod na magsusulat ay tutulad sa kanya. Naniniwala ang makata na kapag nawalan ng saysay at pagibig ang makata sa pagsusulat ay mawawala ang kinabukasan ng bayan dahil ang mga akda ng makata ay isang gintong pamana sa kultura at litetatura ng bayan. Kayat kahit pasara ang isipan buong puso nagsagawa ng isang akdang nagpapalala na ang tunay na makata at tapat sa tungkulin at bayan. Ang bawat letra na itinakda ng makata para sa tungkulin sa mambabasa ay hinugot sa kanyang inspirasyong may mga matang nangunusap at labing nagsasabi “magsulat ka na mahal ko”

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Ano Pa Ba?

Panahon na nga siguro upang magwakas
Pag ibig sayo'y makakalas
Kailangan ko ng matinding lakas
Upang sa bitag mo ay makatakas

Siguro nga wala ako sa hanay
Ng mga gusto mong makasama habang buhay
Ititigil ko na ang paghihintay
Sapagkat puso'y malapit ng mamatay

Sa bawat ritmong binibigkas
Pagsuko'y iyo ng mababakas
Hindi na hihintayin pa ang bukas
Dahil ang puso mo'y kailanman sa akin hindi magbubukas

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Adorable

A wretched poesy written sans thee
Is farewell to the verse I dost espy
A praising not a tone philippic be
Thine espousal shan’t wipe my sorrows dry
Nor shalt thy luminous eyes rise and shine
To tell of love which hast I never known
E’en in my evening dreams thou can’t be mine
Why should this vestal passion love alone?
To behold thy conceit is my dear pray
To those master-stars, writers of each tale
Of lives enriched only to waste away
And thou art a beauty calls to unveil

Rather than art, on thee I out my stare
    My lovely, dreamy, adorable fair

Courtesy : Manny Fajutag 

Promises

Promises were made to be broken

And so, it always makes our heart suffer

We also broke our own promises just to get even

But still, we believe and hoping in it forever

Broken promises can break a person's heart

So don't easily make promises and blurt

Promises are not just a statement

Because promises should always meant

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Our Fight

Hold me tight
Under this fading light
We'll face this fight
Until wrong turns right

In this world full of lies
Just trust the office of mine eyes
Together we will rise
We won't needing goodbyes

In this endless ride
You'll forever be my guide
I'll stay by your side
Until there's no more things to hide

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Walk with my Muse

Old enough to carry my own shoes
Able to stand against the battle without clues
Ready to resist in the middle of storm
Tired to pattern myself in others norm
I wanna live free with my muse
Together walk without rules
Accepted by her without groom
Allow me to decorate my own room

Photo owned by: Mae Braña