silver kissmark presents: poetry by the den

Friday, October 14, 2005

UTOPIA BREACHED (OPIUM WORLD)

*(My eternal ecstasy, you’re my personal ecstasy)

I.
Where can I find my rainbow stairs?
My gravitation, my antidote for your devil eyes
Gaze into heaven’s sky
As its distant hands become dormant
Like your dismal goodbyes

REFRAIN:
Burn your innocence, whisper me love (help me dry my tears)
Help me out of this mess, switch this addiction off

CHORUS:
You captured my soul (repair these wounds)
You take me for granted (can’t find my nook)
You swallowed me whole (‘till now I’m hooked)
You’re all that I wanted (in my opium world)

*(My eternal ecstasy, you’re my personal ecstasy)

II.
When can I taste my blessed oasis?
My sanctuary, my four corners, stop your sinister laughs
Cease my addiction
But only in half
Tunnel me out of this madness

BRIDGE:
Wake me of my reverie it’s you I long to hold
Recovering from reality, where sadness is threefold
Bleeding just to see, snap back I was told
‘Till curved backs stay with me, as we both grow old

END:
Where can I find you?
My sanity, my once utopian dream…

Saturday, August 27, 2005

quotation

love by far is still the longest word

Sunday, July 11, 2004

where is the star that promised me bright valentine? [questions in twelve]

where is the star that promised me bright valentine?
the pink shaded roses that vowed endless sublime?
to where, arms akimbo shall seven die one time?
to where, gods rested, pillow clouds in such divine?

where is the heart that swore endless perpetual miles?
the soul that took my hand and clinched itself to mine?
to where, this love shall establish its strength to die?
to where, love attests the will for this to survive?

where is the land that pledged the morning sun to shine?
the moon to show its brightness proved to be a crime?
to where, all the kings and the queens shall feast and dine?
to where, my hunger for lust shall end in demise?

Letter from Milton Tanner

Dear Flor,

How are you, I am fine I talked to Merlita on Tuesday and she wants me to wait until February to come to the Philippines. Right now I don't have a job but I am looking for one, a good job is hard to find right now things are slow now. Merlita thinks it would be better if she is there before I come over, but I will be sending Joshua some birthday presents. You say in your letter , how come your giving her a hard time. I don't think I am giving her a hard time, I know now that the biggest mistake i ever made was when I left her and my son over there. I feel very bad for what I have done and I know that you find it hard to trust me but I still love your daughter very much and I am hoping to be able to save enough money by February to come to the Philippines. I will be sending Joshua some pictures taken tonight so as soon as I get them developed I will send you some. I will close for now, Tell Joshua that I miss and love him very much.

Milton

P.S. write back soon
P.S.S. I have a new address on back->

Milton Tanner
5775 Hayes Rd.
Bath, N.Y. 14810

October 12 1991

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

her thursday room [for A.F.S]

i entered her thursday room once
and was mesmerized by the fact
that she was still at a glow
out of yesterday's stressful class

she faces her students
with a smile on her face
and she talks about poetry
while im still at a daze

i listened to her voice
and noted all that she said
though i am there for an exam
she is all up in my head

what knowledge, what dedication
could outstand her reading grace?
what heaven, what beauty
could surpass her attractive face?

though it is plain adoration
i think she is the best
i was so in to my reverie
that i forgot i have a test

Friday, July 02, 2004

saresa

I

matagal-tagal narin akong hindi umuuwi sa aming probinsya. malimit narin akong tumawag sa aming bahay, para kumustahin ang tatlo kong kapatid. di ko na alam ang mga pagbabagong nangyari sa aming siyudad, kung mayroon man. limot na sa aking ala-ala ang pakiramdam ng sariwang hangin, ang mahinhing pagdampi ng mabangong ulan sa ming mga halaman sa bakuran, ang buwan at ang malugod na pagtanggap ng aming mga kapitbahay.halos apat na taon narin ang nakalipas ng huli kong masilayan ang aming siyudad, umuwi lang ako minsan upang bumoto.

matigas na ang hangin dito sa maynila, halos wala ka ng makitang bituin sa gabi, di tulad sa probinsya na parang naghahabulan at naguunahan ang mga talang walang kasing liwanag. gusto kong maibalik ang dama ng lupa sa aking mga paa, ang mainit-init na haplos ng buhangin sa pagitan ng aking mga daliri at tumikim muli ng nakaligtaang lasa ng saresa.

II

iba na ang mukha ng aking mga kapatid, gayon din ang aking ina. matagal ko na rin silang hindi hinagkan i nilibre man lang sa labas. pati ang pagsimba'y nakaligtaan ko narin.

ng ako'y nakauwi, laking gulat ng aking ina, na halos mangiyak-ngiyak siya sa luha, para bang nakakain siya ng maasim na suha. pinaghandaan pa nila ako ng isang maliit na calebrasyon. sabay-sabay kaming kumain.

pagkatapos ng aming munting pagsasalo'y kinuha ako ng aking mga kapatid at dinala nila ako sa kanilang kwarto. ipinakita nila nila sa akin ang limang photo albums na punung-puno ng mga litrato ng kani-kanilang mga kaarawan.

ngayon ko lang narinig muli ang boses ng aking bunsong kapatid. dati ay hindi pa ito makapagsalita, ngunit ngayo'y walang humpay ang kanyang pagdadadada.

lumabas ang aking mga kapatid para maglaro ng patintero kasama ang kanilang mga kaibigan. naiwan ako sa silid. marami na palang nagbago sa aming bahay. ang kulay ng sala, ang hardin, ang bubong, garahe at ang aming gate ay naiba narin.

III

sa kinatagal na panaho'y di ko man lang namalayan na marami ang pwedens mangyari. paspas na pagbabago at ang iba'y kailangan pa ng kaunting panahon. datapwat ako'y parang dayuhan sa aming bahay ay dama ko parin ang mainit na pagsalubong sa akin ng aking buong pamilya.

sumunod ako sa labas para sunduin ang aking mga kapatid. nakita ko silang pilit na umaabot sa puno ng saresa. pilit nilang kinukuha ang manula-mulang mga bunga nito. tinulungan ko silang makakuha ng saresa. kumuha narin ako para sa akin.

pagtikim ko sa prutas ay kaagad kong inisip: ito ang tunay na ligaya.

mula noo'y di na ako bumalik ng maynila.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

tsansing: [from the story "kwentong babae"; third section from the excerpt]

May pagnanasang sumalat sa bahagi ng ibang tao. May kasiyahang
dulot ang pagsaling o pagdantay, lalo pa't bawal. Bakit naman kasi aninong
sumasabay ang pagnanasa para sa kapwa? Sa nilaki-laki ng mundo, di ba't
kasiya-siya ang may makikinita kang taong gusto mo? Hindi pa ba naman
susunggaban ang pagkakataon?

Sumiksik ako sa tabi nya kahit maluwag pa sa kabilang panig ng jeep.
Para akong nasa military training sa projection---chest up, chin up,
stomach-in---habang ang itim ng aking mata'y pilit pa ring sumisilip sa
kanyang profile. Magandang nilalang, at ang dagdag na kagandahan ay hindi
man lang sya conscious sa kanyang ganda.

Nakasampay ang kanyang kanang kamay sa hawakan sa loob ng jeep.
Huwag ka munang pumara, isip ko. Nais kong namnamin ang pagkakataong
makapiling ka, makadaupampalad. Itinabi ko ang aking dibdib sa yong siko,
sumalat ang aking hinliliit sa iyong hinliliit. Pati ang aking relo'y
dumantay din sa yong pulso. Hindi ka tumitinag. Itinabi ko ang aking
matigas na tuhod sa iyo. Wala ka pa ring reaksyon. Ito ang mahirap sa
tsinatsansingan. Walang ligayang dulot kapag hindi nararamdaman ng
iniisahan.

Ipinatong ko ang mga libro sa iyong hita. Pinaluputan ito ng aking
kamay hanggang sa masalat ko ang kalahati ng iyong hita. Nais ko nang
sabunutan ang aking sarili. Ikinaskas ko ang aking utong sa iyong siko.
Dead-ma ka pa rin. Diyos ko, nai-insecure na ako. Kailangan ko na bang
tumitig sa salamin?

Tumingin ako sa tagiliran ng yong mukha, kahit pa nagsisimula na
ring tumingin sa aking ang mga pasahero. Dinantayan ng aking isang kamay
ang mga librong nakapatong sa yong hita habang ang isang kamay ay papalapit
sa yong singit. Pinagpawisan na ako, gayundin ang mga pasaherong nakatitig
sa atin. Hindi ka man lang nagpahiwatig kung nagugustuhan mo rin.

Biglang kumatok sa bubong ng jeep ang iyong kamay na bumitiw sa
bakal. Huminto ang sasakyan. Bago ka bumaba'y mabilis kang tumitig sa
akin, tila ako malulusaw. Matapos ay dumantay ang yong mukha sa aking
teinga. Inilapit ko ito, naghihintay ng yong ibubulong na paliwanag,
pagkukunsinti, mura, pakutya o pangaral. Pero walang dumating maliban sa
yong basangbasang dila na dumantay sa aking namamawis na laylayan ng teinga.
Napapikit ako, nagkagat-labi, napalunok, napatungo. Nang dumilat ako ay
bigla kang nawala na, gayundin ang aking relo.

translation: charmi baby's tanaga

a picture of yesterday
i did whisper to the wind
to cure all my dismay
from the bitterness of thy singe

just reaction

It is said, that it takes a lifetime to figure out who you are, but here at the De LaSalle University, we move a tad faster. I think it is agreeable to say, open-minded, good, judgmental, bad. But when it comes to differentiation of attributes, everyone would concur that everyone is unique, so this discrepancy is considered an excuse. Based on Freud’s Psychosexual Adult Characteristics, I would fall under a combination a Urethral, Genital and Oral characters.
My Urethral Characteristics: I am a very ambitious and a self-competitive person. Its seems that 24 hours a day is simply not enough to start and end my sunlight hours. I want to be the leader of the group and I would feel disappointed if my ideas are simply trashed by my group mates. I also want to do everything, because I could never get myself to trust someone. No pain, no gain. If there is a will, there is a way. People who act all “cheerleadery” on me easily pisses me off, I don’t want any of that, “you can do it!” “Go, go!” stuff. I don’t like people pushing me over the edge because I want to put myself over the edge. I do mind if someone criticizes me in front of a lot of people especially in front of my friends and that ends my urethral traits.
My Genital Characteristics: I believe in sex, but not love. I really try to put my sex life out there. I find relief on sex. I call it my “damsel in distress drawback and debacle dressing room”. It is where you place yourself, in case you feel down. You release all of your innovations through sex. I don’t believe in monogamy. A single man can’t simply fulfill “all” of your needs. If monogamy permits multiple orgasms, I would be monogamous. Sex couldn’t be great without an orgasm. I respect the act itself though.
My Oral Characteristics: these attributes of mine came about from my childhood oral fixations. I am sometimes dependent on others, not just financially, but emotionally and socially but not physically. I smoke and I love to chew on gum. When I feel depressed, I over eat to overcome my emotions. Love for me can be equated with food. I remember, when I was a kid, I longed for paternal love because I didn’t have my parents when I was a child, and I think that this I the cause of me, being a homosexual. I don’t know what brought about these fixations, but I am sure this has something to do with me, indulging onto smoking and drinking and kissing.

pedicab

Gabi-gabi’y ako’y naghihintay at pumapara sa iyo para ihatid ako sa aking bahay. Pagkatapos kong tumambay sa gusaling malapit sa parahan ng pedicab, pagkatapos manigarilyo at magsunog ng baga, pagkatapos malaspag sa tambak ng mga gawaing bahay ko na nanggaling sa eskwelaha’y ikaw na ang iniisip ko. Ngunit hindi ikaw ang una kong sinakyan.
Pansin ko’y ikaw ay may pagtingin sa akin na mas malagkit pa sa durang may plema na nilalabas ng kapwa mong pumapadiyak. Bakit ba tumagal bago kita nasilayan? Bakit ba hindi ka pumuwesto sa parahan na iyon? Bakit hindi ka nauna sa kanila para man lang maisakay mo ako?

Sana ay dati pa kita sinakyan, sa may kanto ng taft, o di kaya’y sa bandang vito cruz kung saan sinabi mo, doon ka dati nakapwesto. Bente lamang ang binabayad ko sa iyo kapag hinahatid mo ako sa aking bahay. Sana man lang ay humingi ka ng dagdag. Gusto ko’y humingi ka ang dagdag. Tandang-tanda ko pa ang unang gabing hinatid mo ako. Mabagal ang iyong pag-padiyak, and mga mata mo’y mulat na mulat dahilan sa tatlong baso ng kape na ininum mo bago bumiyahe, ang mga kamay mo’y naninigas sa lamig ng gabi at ang mga binti mo’y parang paralisado sa kaba. Kaba sa hindi ko malamang dahilan. Hindi ko rin malaman ang dahilan kung bakit gustong-gusto kong sumakay sa pedicab mo. Siguro dahil sa salamin na nakalagay sa may harapan ko, o di kaya’y sa napakalambot na upuan na gawa lamang sa plastik. O kaya ay sa mga malilit na posters na nakadikit sa gilid ng upuan, pati narin sa banda ng salamin. Di kaya dahil sa nararamdaman ko tuwing sumasakay ako sa iyong trisikleta? Naghahanap ako ng posibleng dahilan, ngunit wala akong magunita.

Maliban sa mga matataas kong grado sa eskwelaha’y ikaw ang sumusunod na nagpapaligaya, nagpapakalma at nagbibigay-sigla sa akin. Kahit na mausok ang kalsada, kahit ang mga busina ng dyipni na papuntang paco ay nakakairita at nakakarindi sa aking teynga, ay pilit ko paring sinasakyan ang iyong munting sasakyan. Minsan ay naninigarilyo pa ako dahil sa sobrang pagod, hanggang sa makikita ko nalang sa iyong salamin na nakatanga nalang ako, at nakatitig sa iyong mala-anghel na mukha, habang ang sigarilyo ko’y naitapon na pala. Ang mga gulong ng iyong pedicab ang malapit na maubusan ng hangin dahil napakabigat ko, kaya minsan ay aking pinapanalangin na mabutas o kaya’y ma-flat ang gulong mo, para mas makapiling kita ng matagal.

Ngayong ikaw ay nakapuwesto na malapit sa gusaling aking tinatambayan, ay laking galit at selos ng mga dati kong sinasakyan na mga pedicab. Minsan nga ay kinokontrata na nila ako, bago gumabi, para lang sila ay kumita ng malaki, dahilan sa mabait ako pagdating sa bayaran. Minsan ay nagbibigay ako ng higit sa dapat kong ibigay. Kung iisipin mo’y mabait nga ako, dahil pwede namang lakarin ang daan pauwi. Kaya ganun na lamang ang bangayan at unahan nila sa pagpilit sa akin na sumakay. Nagpaparinig pa ang iba diyan, dahil minsan, kahit kinontrata na nila ako ay sa iyo parin ako sumasakay. Kaya siguro ganun nalang ang tampo nila sa iyo at marahil sa akin narin.

Ibang-iba ang karanasan ng pagsakay ko sa iyong pedicab. Parang nawawala lahat ng aking pagod pati narin ang sakit ng aking katawan. Nakakalimutan ko ang lahat ng aking problema. Para kang alak, na naglulunod sa akin sa kasiyahang walang kapantay. Hindi ko na siguro mabilang sa aking mga daliri ang beses ng pagsakay ko sa iyo. Ang malungkot lamang isipin ay sa gabi lang kita nakikita, dahil nagsusunog ako ng kilay sa aking eskwelahan. Wala akong pakialam sa iniisip ng ibang pedicab drivers. Bakit? Kagustuhan ko namang sumakay sa iyo, at mas gusto ko ang mabagal na pagpadiyak.

Paminsan-minsan, kapag ako ay may topak ay iniiwanan ko ng pasadiya ang aking bag at file case sa guwardiya ng gusaling tinatambayan ko, pagkatapos ay sasakay ako sa iyo. Sa kalagitnaan ng ating biyahe ay, sisigaw nalang ako ng para, at biglang, bubunutin ang aking pitaka, sabay abot ng pera sa iyong pagkalambot-lambot na kamay. Tinanong mo ako kung bakit ako pumara, ang sabi ko’y nakalimutan ko ang mga gamit ko sa gusali. Hindi mo tinanggap ang pera, sabay sabi sa salitang, “sige, ibabalik nalang kita doon, kahit huwag ka ng magdagdag”. Hay naku, bakit kasi ayaw mo pang biyayaan kita ng gantingpala sa iyong kabaitan? Gustuhin ko mang tumanggi, sa pilit mong hindi na ako magdagdag, ay wala narin akong magagawa. Gusto ko lang naman, na makita ang kabuuhan ng iyong mukha, at ang katawan mong halatang lantay na sa biyahe. Ang sinasabi ko nalang ay, “kaw ang bahala”, sabay titig sa iyong makinis at maputing leeg at braso.

Kapag sinasakay mo ako, para akong prinsesang nakaupo sa aking trono. Walang kasing hinhing nakaupo lamang at naghihintay kung kailan ako muli makakatayo.

Hindi ko mapigilan ang pagsakay. Malayo pa lamang ako ay, iniisip ko na kung ano ang iyong suot para sa ating maiksi na biyahe. Madalas ay naka-sando ka lamang, naka denim shorts at tsinelas na pudpod na sa kaka-padiyak, o di kaya’y sa kaka-brake mo sa gulong. Minsan naman ay naka-damit ka na may manggas. Mas gusto ko nang ika’y naka sando lamang, dahil doon ko lang napagmamasdan ang kagandahan ng iyong katawan. Ewan ko nga ba kung ano ang tumatakbo sa isipan ko, ang makauwi o ang titigan ka lamang sa buong buyahe.

Hindi ko alam kung nakakahalata ka na paminsan-minsan. Siguro naman ay oo ang isasagot mo. Gabi-gabi na kasi akong sumasakay sa iyo, hindi ka pa ba nakakahalata? Mas gugustuhin ko pa nga na mahalata mo, kaysa mukha akong tanga. Gaya ng nangyari sa akin nang minsa’y sumakay ako sa iyo. Ang sabi mo, “nandito na po tayo”. Kinakalabit mo na ako, ngunit ako ay nakatulala parin at nakatingin sa iyong ganda. Sigurado akong tawang-tawa ka sa kin, at gusto mo na akong sampalin sa aking panandaliang pagka-hibang. Iniisip ko nga minsan kung mayroon ka nga ba talagang pagtingin sa akin ngunit diyan ako higit na hindi nakasisigurado.

Marahil ay sa gabi lamang siya bumabiyahe, dahilan sa pagkaputiputing mga binti at braso niya, kasama narin doon ang kanyang mukha. Pero kung ang pagbabasihan natin ay ang katawan, ay parang buong araw ang kanyang ginugugol sa pagpapadiyak. Pareperehas lang ang mga mukha ng mga driver, na dati kong sinasakyan, maitim, tuyung-tuyo, mahahaba at madudumi ang mga kuko, pawisin at ang kanilang mga siko at mga kalingkinga’y puno ng namumuong libag. Nandidiri ako sa kanila, marahil sa di kanais-nais nilang dating. Minsan nga’y bumabagsak ang kanilang pawis sa aking kaliwang hita, dahil sa bilis ng kanilang pagpadiyak. Atat na atat kasi silang makuha ang dagdag ko sa pasahe. Hay naku, mga pedicab drivers talaga, kahit kailan, pare-parehas lamang. Kung masahol ang kanilang mga itsura, ay mas masahol pa ang kanilang mga ginagamit na pedicab. Ang bakal ay kalawangin na, ang upuan ay walang kasing tigas at ang mabilis na pagpadiyak nila ay ang nagdadagdag sa sakit ng ulo ko. Minsan nga ay dinadaan pa nila sa malubak na daan, at yoon naman ang kinaiinisan ko.

Ngunit ng masilayan kita’y iba ang naging udyok ng aking pagsakay. Nakangiti ako palagi kapag nakikita ko ang dilaw mong pedicab, nasisiyahan sa kulay na pinagmamayabang nito. Halatang inaalagaan niya ang kanyang nagiisang kuhanan ng pangkabuhayan. Iniisip ko minsan, “saan kaya nakatira itong taong ito, para man lang matulungan ko siya sa paglinis ng kanyang pedicab”. Bigla nalang akong matatawa sa pagiisip ng ganoon na mga bagay.

Ang kanyang mga mata ang naghuhugot sa akin para sumakay, kaya hindi mo ako masisisi sa pagpili sa kanya. Ang kanyang tingin ay parang nag-aanyaya na ako ay sumakay. Ang pagsakay ko tuloy ay nagigi ko naring trabaho sa pangaraw-araw. Responsibilidad ko ng sumakay sa kanyang magandang pedicab pagsapit ng gabi.

Hanggang ngayon ay di ko parin malaman ang dahilan kung bakit ganoon na lamang ang nais at saya na nararamdaman ko tuwing ako ay sumasakay sa iyo. Hindi ko din malaman kung ano ba talaga ang nagustuhan ko sa iyo. Ang pagsakay ko ba ang dahilan ng aking pagiging loka-loka, o ikaw? Siguro ay hindi ko pa masasagot ang katanungan na ito.

Sa susunod ay pipilitin kong sumakay ng umaga at hapon, para malaman ko kung ano ang dahilan sa aking walang sawang pagsakay.

vivid memory

Belinda was my worst nightmare. That old, yet swanky polka dot straight dress of black and white, I can still remember her, jiggling her lollipop in beat with her dark curly auburn hair in yellow ponytails, and on her feet a nice, not to mention her favorite pair of shoes. At least that was my most vivid memory of her; by the lake, at a nearby seesaw, playing with time and the dogs while carelessly waiting for our parents to arrive and fetch us. Everyday we would meet at school at the Pelican Subdivision and we would only separate when her mother would arrive to come get a hold of her. I called her “the witch” because her hair is messier that of an orangutan. The spoiler is here, I would always say. Belinda would usually say goodbye before getting inside of their car, her mother, holding her at one hand, and her other hand, she would use to throw her lollipop. The witch doesn’t like car getting muddled.


take me to sleep

Time has brought us here gently
And love has walked its way here
Let the sunshine wake me ahead
Round your smile is where I’d be

I think this is the time we share the night
I’ve got something in mind
But it will take both you and I

I think its time you
Take me to sleep
Take in a world were
Only you and I can see
A deep and different place where we can
Do what we love most
And that is making love under the moonlight

You take me in a state of happiness
My mind seems to spell your name
No body else can take me to sleep
No one else can make me do the same

seven reasons

Over the years, the gay community has been pressed down by society itself, and no matter how society claims that there is no more bigotry with regards to gender discrimination, we, the gay community can feel the pressure upon us. Today, I am here to persuade everyone why people should once and for all accept gay people for who they are without bias.
First reason: gay people are really fun to be with. No matter how downhearted you are, gay people always seem to find the right words to say and the right things to do. At a slump, they are always there to cheer you up.
Second-reason: gay people are good confidants. They can be your closest friends in the whole wide world. They can relate to intimacy issues whether the problem is caused by a boy or a girl, or what have you. You can also act freely beside one gay friend, no pretensions necessary.
Third reason: gay people can also be your friend and boy factory. Gay people are the loophole of monogamy. Gay people as we all know are very friendly and they tend to know a lot of people, thus, introducing you to a wide array of choices.
Fourth reason: gay people can give good advices whether or not your problems is that of a boy, girl, lesbian or a gay person.
Fifth reason: gay people can talk about anything from socks to sex. They can express their sides without humiliating or harming other parties. Gay people also know how to socialize and be a part of other cliques and gangs.
Sixth reason: Gay people are open-minded on almost everything. Gay people can give out any idea on anything. Gay people can also give you tips on fashion and beauty.
Seventh reason: the most important thing why people should accept gays is that, we are also humans. Humans, who have feelings and are capable of getting hurt as well, like other normal citizens. We also have the free will to decide what we should do, how we should act in front of other people and how we should dress in front of people.




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With regards to the present dilemma of our country, only two resolutions will take no financial wherewithal, trust and honesty. Two immense principles with practicality delimited into each of the words meaning. We need stabilized and robust qualities to be able to outwit and discontinue poverty.
This is likewise interconnected with our SALIKSIK. We principally and fundamentally discussed about what is really vital and imperative in our lives. One facet generally talked about how significant and essential our country is. We have come to realize that we should not only think of ourselves but for the least of our countrymen as well. We should take into deliberation our state, it being as a part of our lives. This is why we took this course, to help out and be of assistance to the building of our much-loved nation. If we truly love our country, we would sacrifice just about anything. Just as St, John Baptist De LaSalle, one of the enthusiast in serving the unfortunate and unprivileged people of his society. He surrendered his wealth in pursuit of helping the poor. We all have a mission, and I believe that that mission can be achieved by a person who is very well rounded, just as what is being facilitated here in he De LaSalle University. Training us to be holistic individuals in preparation to the outside world, in service and always ready to act and to take step in resolving poverty.
Continuing the legacy is not a simple task. We need to be sensible and realistic about what is being imbibed to us. Putting into practice what St. John Baptist De LaSalle is like a complex and difficult labyrinth. We can only achieve what he started, if we will act. Action is what we need and not merely words. In doing this, we must have unity and camaraderie, constructing a nation with great emphasis on trust and honesty. We need to stop graft and corruption which is one cause of an unjust economic system, moreover poverty. This is by electing honest and trustworthy candidates.
As we all know, that the supreme crisis in our nation is misemployment and not unemployment. Our social stability is at a grand debacle, similarly with our economy. But I am still in the quandary to the fact that even our top officials (the president) cannot even solve our country’s utmost predicament yet. There is still an immense population of uneducated Filipinos in attendance, creating yet another setback. As a solution, education should also be highlighted and put into consideration. We, being at a course that trains us to be well-formed educators of the future, can make a difference by empowering our students to become honest and reliable persons. By teaching them excellent values and instilling in them how significant each of them are in rebuilding our country.
As practitioners of education, we would try to mold our pupils to become responsible, honorable and upright individuals, being able to carry out difficult undertakings in life in preparation as well for their prospects in years to come. By this, we can help in reconstructing our nation and help our fellowmen in the next generation for the betterment of our society.


minsan lang sila bata: movie analysis

Poverty, child labor, juvenile mandatory work is only a few of our country’s problems. We may not be experiencing these dilemmas but for our countrymen, it is rather a different type or kind of story. Moreover, we may not be doing anything to help our less fortunate citizens. This is where the story starts.
The story is about a photographer who has taken pictures of children who are forced to work. Each child exemplifies different stories. Some are forced because their parents are impaired. Some work in replacement of their parents. Some work to earn a living and just to survive each day. How ruthless can Filipino employers are? How can they do this to little children who haven’t even stepped inside a classroom?
Juveniles should not be forced to work for their parents. It is the responsibility of the parents to raise and give good education to their children. Some parents are only staying at home waiting for the salaries of their children. This is rather a wrong practice of Filipinos. Although some mothers and fathers are injured there are other alternatives instead for forcing their children to work.
The story depicts the children in great danger, danger of dying because of stress and pure hard work. It also depicts the hardship of their work and how they are paid for such “adult” jobs. The children where carrying on their backs bags of cement which can suffocate them to death. They will also have asthma as a result of their work. They are not paid equally and appropriately. A little amount is returned for such hard work. Why is this so? There is misemployment not unemployment again in this situation. Rather being at home studying, they are sweating they backs out just for their parents to have food. The children said that they did not have time to play and that sometimes they have nothing to eat. This is another problem, which is called malnutrition. In the story, the children are very skinny individuals with barely anything to wear. No slippers, some with no shelters. Some of them are planning to get away from their parents’ shackles so that they can work for their own.
I have noticed one thing unique about the children. They are so matured and very open minded to such problems. At a very young age, they are already experiencing such hardships. The photographer took shots of the children who are very poorly nourished and she transformed it into art. You can see, as she narrates the story.
Some children are working in the slaughterhouse of pigs. If they have no salaries, they will scrape out the fats on the pigs skin and will sell that to the morning market. They have no rest, they are not even changing their clothes, they done bathe and they don’t brush. They look so dirty in their situation. What is bad about it is that, they are not paid.
We can do something about this as the photographer said we could help these children in need in our special and humble ways. We can also present this problem to our government officials. By these measures, we do not only bring a smile to our hearts but a smile for every child we help as well.

no one here beside

I
Sometimes I feel alone when I’m not with you
I cry it out each night when you’re not here around
At times I feel so strange I don’t know what to do
To spend a day with you with you again my love

II
I know once in a while you also feel the same
Like being so alone with no one they’re beside
A memory of a time a sweet kiss and a song
Tonight’s the night I’ll hold you here forever more

*Chorus:
Each time that I think of the nights
That we were still together doing right
It’s only now I realize
That there is no one
Here right by my side

III
I just want you to know I’m waiting all the time
I know this could be hard that you would be so far
Across the river bed with lines no longer said
To sweep away the tears of long years those were dead

IV
Reach out to all our dreams a love left so unkind
Tomorrow will come soon so put our fears aside
Sit down and just relax and play this song tonight
My love will never end until the end of time

this time

I
First time, never have I fell for such an angel so sweet and so kind
Second time around, it’s love that I found
And I can’t explain what I feel inside

*Refrain:
I can never hold myself to thinking of you
This might sound so crazy but I know that it’s true

*Chorus
All this time it was you who gave me love
All this time it was you who never gave up
It was you who showed me
What I can do
What I can be
And I thank you for the love you gave to me

II
This time never have I learn to be much stronger for both you and I
Never have I found so much love in my heart
And I can’t explain what I feel inside

Whenever we hear the word EDSA, we involuntarily think of a revolution, a rotten governmental system that was put to an end- its last participation of over-controlling a country, our country. We think naturally of the worth it past that the Filipinos has fought for- democracy. But what is true democracy? For some it may be defined as an essential necessity that a certain nation should have. But for some it is more than that. We may see some activist rallying at the middle of the street and shouting democracy but does that person or group of people know what true democracy really is? This is where the column of Mr. Maximo V. Soliven comes in. In democracy we basically think of national peace, which is a wrong cliché. Democracy comes in many different forms and is practiced as well by different people, officials in particular- officials that have discrepancies in their ways of governing. As practitioners of political law, they should perform based on the norms of their field and not acting otherwise. We, the people only work as with the placebo effect of one higher person. If we can see that one is really damn serious about a circumstance, we will act and support that person raging. Still I’m in the quandary. Why is this so? Why the placebo effect? This is normal for Filipinos and based on my research, this phenomenon is centered on superficial beliefs. Meaning if one person comes rallying right in front of Malacañang, others too will prop up and join the “welga”. We have forgotten the real essence of EDSA. As with the late senator Benigno Aquino stated one of his speeches that the “Filipino is really worth dying for”. This is what banded all men in our country. This is what made us unified, one and wholesome. Now, we must act for the betterment of our society so that we can uplift the spirit of EDSA once more-

2002

"peace is never extinct, it is only dormant"

let's get down

I
Ahh yeh I wanna sing it with you
Aha Everyday I know what you do
And while I do everything sing with me all the songs we sing
All the time I know what you do (uhh yeh)

*Refrain:
I know what you know
I see what you see
So come, be with me
To this party tonight

*Chorus
Let’s get down to the party tonight
We’re gonna have a great time tonight
Come on and have this fun tonight
In this great great party
Come on everybody let’s go
Let’s have a great great time (2x)

II
Ahh yeh I wanna to dig in with you
Aha Everyday I know what you do
And while I dance to the beat come along and bounce with me
All the time I know what you do (uhh yeh)

goodbye my friend

I
We’ve always been together
Long years of being friends
But now the time has come
A time we never thought would end

II
We’ve always been together
But now it’s time we part
You will always have
A special place inside my heart

*Refrain:
I’ll never forget the laughter and the tears
I’ll never forget the love we’ve shared through all those (these) years

*Chorus:
Goodbye my friend (2X)
The time has come
And now we’re parting ways
Wherever will I go
My heart will stay with you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye my friend

III
My friend don’t you cry
For this is not the end
Don’t you start to worry
Cause I know that I will see you again

Sometimes it’s hard to let go on something that seemed to have lasted forever. After all the times that we have been together, why did we let it go?

If I’d only knew better I wouldn’t have just let the rain pour down from the sky. Still I ask the question why, I want you now and so

Let’s start a better one. A new relationship that is simple and kind
One that is true. One that won’t slip our minds
Let us start it all over again. By giving love, by sharing love and by kissing all the pain and past goodbye

Sometimes it’s hard to let go on something that seemed to have lasted forever. After all the times that we have been together, why did we let it go?

If I’d only knew better I wouldn’t have just let the rain pour down from the sky. Still I ask the question why, I want you now and so

Let’s start a better one. A new relationship that is simple and kind
One that is true. One that won’t slip our minds
Let us start it all over again. By giving love, by sharing love and by kissing all the pain and past goodbye

bravery

“Who dares counterfeit my intellect? Who dares erase my purity and darkens it ten shades of black? Who dares beg for silence when you have not been merciful to me?”

incomplete

I’ve spend a lifetime in your arms
Holding hands for quite sometime
Underneath the clouded skies
It was your smile that caught my eye
And even after all this time
It was you who gave me love

quote

“No one has the right to tell you if you’re brilliant or not. Brilliance comes from what you have accomplished overtime and making it last forever.”

2nd year college…April 18, 2004

I have learned that many people will come into your life. Some may touch your heart, some would be your enemies, some will support you all the way and there are those who are full of pretensions. You may never know who is a snake or not. You can never tell who is making a face behind your back. I know one thing is for sure; I had never kept bad feelings inside me. I love all of those who, for one moment in my life have crossed paths with me.
I have also learned the joys and passion of every minute of my life, because once I have fulfilled my purpose here in this world, I have no reason or means of rewinding it back to ground zero. I have all the right to get mad, but that is not my nature. My nature is to forgive those of which I have hurt, and settle any ill feelings towards my “enemies”, if there are.

a life for me to see

I don’t consider myself as a grandiose sex effigy. I am “happy”. I hate to admit it but I can’t hide it anymore. All my life I have been treated roughly. My parents made decisions. Not to mention that I had three step fathers. I just want to make a difference in the world. I want to enjoy life to the fullest while I can still bear the temptation of suicide. Well sometimes it spills my head and the next thing I know I have a knife in my right hand ready to stab my young and not to mention in good condition heart. I consider myself unique. I have a lot of talents to show the world. The only drawback is that I’m at the wrong place, wrong time, and with the wrong family. Well, I don’t condemn them for raising me up like this but I think I’m a little bit of a naughty boy to say that I don’t love them. I’m not a brat and definitely not spoiled. I was brought up being ghastly and eventually growing to be a bitch. I want to be a bitch. I mean not having sex every night but rather being a sluttish person. I would like to see myself working at a fashion institute or maybe at the top floor of the world’s number one advertising company doing nothing but sluggishly sightseeing the view just outside my window, receiving a monthly income more than I deserve. I want to have 3 kids. It’s not like I’m “happy” I cannot have children of my own. I want to swerve in the natural means of sharing a bed with the opposite sex and hopefully enjoying it at a hundred percent. In the same sense I want to be normal. I’ve sometimes asked myself if I was abnormal. Was there something wrong with me? I mean was there in any aspect of life that it seems to be a waterloo of mine? Physically, emotionally, socially, sexually, psychologically, physiologically? I’m just wondering what a great help having a girl for a night would be? Would it change me? Would my life be altered? Straight, if you know what I mean? I don’t think so. I believe in being born homosexual. Maybe the best thing of being like me is having the best of both poles. I mean we can have the softness of a woman and at the same time be man like in our ways. In one aspect, we can be parents and be one. Get it? It is so embarrassing at times to be called “happy”. That is only when you know you can’t have that guy shouting at you! Just kidding. I think I understand men more than women. It’s not that I hate the female clitoris, but let’s just say that I’ve seen so much more than I know about parts of manhood. I keep a lot of friends. That’s my greatest asset. Although my parents try to keep me away from my friends, I still manage to go with the flow. Being normal in some other way. Many say I have a great sense of humor. That’s why I have a lot of girl friends. But not as many “happy” men I’ve known through out my life. I feel so strange people don’t get to understand homosexuality and bisexuality. By the way, I’m a bisexual. It means I love both sexes but more on the testosterone side. Its like a 60 40 proportion. At a young age I have discovered that estrogen runs in my blue blood. I’m a mixture of Espanola, American, and Filipino and off course an unfair mix of a Girl Scout blood and a member of the fraternity blood. I can be really tough at times I mean I can beat up any boy or girl in sight when he or she pisses me off. I get feisty sometimes. At the lowest extent I can be like a cute little kitten, being a sweetheart just to anybody I would meet. I can be entertaining and perverted but I see to it that my feminine side controls me because I feel more like a woman when I’m imaging sex. I see myself having the woman having a 36-24-36 vital statistics and having sex with the most handsome guy in the universe like maybe Marc Nelson or David Boreanoz. I sometimes feel imaginative. Like being captured by galaxy gays and space studs from another planet ready to have sex with me in the coziest bed in the milky way. I would love to put some spice into my life. I never imagined myself committing suicide. I can never die like that. Out of misery and distress.

I love rock n’ roll. But I love Spanish language even better. I love sorts of stuff that only my friends know and some of them, they don’t even know. I love shouting. It releases my temper and all the anxiety inside. I love to draw and paint just about anything. I love meeting other people and keeping them company and making them laugh even if the joke seems a little perverted at times. I love to watch the television and I can really be a couch potato sometimes. I really love French fries. I love tomato and not banana ketchup. I love to break dance. I love to sing a few notes that are high and even impersonate famous singers and some actors and actresses and political personalities. I love looking up and gazing unto the countless stars. I love sex…….and the city of course. I love the story and the characters and the point of a lot of the episodes. My favorite color is red. My favorite movie of all time is the interview with the vampire. God, look at the line of characters. I can die if Brad Pitt would date me. I would see to it that he never leaves my sight even for a nano of a second. He makes my face blush 800 shades of red and pink and whatever you call it. I’m not ordinary. I would want to endorse peace to everybody before I die. I want to help those less privileged like me before. I would want to ensure them a better yet simple life in the future. Well if peace will reign in the world, I can really die then knowing that it would be a better place for the next generations.

sana'y malapit na

minsa'y iniisip ko: paano kaya kung mamatay na ako bukas, mamaya, ngayon? nakakatindig-balahibo mang isipi'y di natin matatakasan ang kamatayan. iniisip ko din kung paano ako mamamatay. ayaw kong malunod, masunog, malaglag sa isang gusali, mabaril, mabug-bog, mabangga, bangungutin at lahat ng posibilidad na pagkamatay ay ayaw ko.

wala bang namamatay ng walang nararamdaman? kung mero'y ibubuwis ko mismo ang aking buhay para dito. para matapos na ang aking paghihirap at kalbaryo dito sa mundo.

bakit pa ginawa ng diyos na masakit ang pagkamatay ng mga tao? may diyos nga ba para gumawa at bumawi sa buhay sa sinasabing pinahiram lang sa atin? ano pa ang silbi ng pagbibigay ng buhay, kung tayo'y mamatay din lamang? ano ang saysay ng pagkuha ng diyos sa ating buhay?

wala ba tayong karapatang mamuhay ng panghabang-buhay? wala na ba talagang punto ang panginoon sa ating mga buhay?

tangina, kung papipiliin ako'y sana'y di nalang ako nabuhay kung babawiin din lang pala ito ng di ko kilalang tao. mas matatanggap ko pa kung kilala ko ang babawi sa aking buhay kaysa panghabang-buhay akong nagtatanong kung sino siya, ano ang itsura niya at kung saan niya dadalhin ang aking kaluluwa.

naniniwala ako na may kabilang espasiyo para sa mga kaluluwa. isang masayang lugar na walang batas at mga kabawalan. malaya lahat ng mga tao.

minsan ay akin ding inisip sa kung saan nagmula ang konsepto ng takot sa pagkamatay. dahil ako'y takot, hindi ako preparado para sa aking pagkamatay, siguro ay dahilan ito sa di paniniwala sa diyos, ngunit hindi mo ako masisisi kung ganito ang aking iniisip.

takot dahilan sa wala pang saysay ang aking buhay, di pa ito kumpleto at hindi pa ito buong-buo.

kahit kaila'y di ko makakayanang humiwalay sa mundong ito, hanggang ngayon lamang, na isinulat ko ito, na ako'y may lakas na at nagkaroon ng katapangang mamatay.

kahit kailan itakda ang aking huling hininga'y matatanggap ko na ito.

habang ika'y nasasaktan

paano kung ang iyong minamahal
ay hindi tapat sa iyo
tatalikuran mo ba siya
o pipiliting bumalik sa iyo?

masakit man ay hindi maiwasan
na ang puso ang umiral
utak ma'y patakbuhi'y
pinipigilan ito ng pagmamahal.

kung ika'y magpapapansin
aakalai'y hibang
nasaan na ba ang pag-ibig
at ang tunay nitong puwang?

nasa pagbibigayan ba?
o nasa pagtanggap
ng pagmamahal na sa
huli'y magiging masaklap.

mahalin ka ma'y
di ito pinapakita
paano mo pipilitin
ang pusong nakasara?

paano ka liligaya
kung di mo maramdaman
ang pag-ibig na hindi
naman sa iyo nakalaan?

ika'y umiiyak ng
wala namang dahilan
sisisihi'y pag-big sa
kasalukuya'y ika'y nasasaktan.

mali man o hindi
ayaw mo nang isipin
kung sino ba ang
iyong dapat mahalin

masakit dahil mahal mo siya
masakit dahil ako-
ang nasasaktan dahilan
sa paghihintay sa iyo.



kahit sino ay pwede na sa akin, dahil sa katayuan ko ngayon ay wala ng tatanggap sa akin, bilang isang kaibigan, bilang isang tao. wala na akong magagawa pa doon dahil iyon ay matagal ng lumipas. tandang tanda ko pa ang mga panahong, madami akong kaibigan.. napakasarap, parang wala ng bukas, gastos dito gastos doon, walang humpay ang paggastos.

ngayon ngayon ko lang napagisipan na ang pagkakaibigan ay di umiikot sa pera, at lalong hindi ito umiikot sa pakikisama. kung totoo kang kaibigan, hindi mo pipiliting magbago ang mga kinakasama mo. hindi mo din papaikutin ang mga ulo nila.

masakit mang isipin ay nangyari ang lahat ng ito sa akin. bilang na bilang ko ang mga tunay na kaibigan ko sa isang kamay lamang.

minsan ay nasa aking mga guni-guni ang lumipas na pagkakaibigan. ang mga tawanan, palitan ng mga nakakatuwang komento sa halos lahat ng bagay, iyakan kapag mayroong bagsak na grado, utangan kapag nagugutom ang isa, pangongopya sa loob ng eskwelahan, pagbibigay ng payo, pagbubugawan sa mga gimikan, panglalait sa mga taong di namin kilala, ang pag-tambay ng ilang oras na wala namang ginagawa kundi magkwentuhan, magyosi at minsa'y umiinom, pagbibigay puri sa aming mga sarili, pagtetext ng mga "quotes" halos araw-araw at higit sa lahat and matagal naming pagsasama bilang magkakaibigan.

marahil ay ganito talaga ang naka-takda para sa amin- ang magkahiwalay sa di inaasahang panahon.

sa pagkakataong ito ay hindi maramdaman awa, galit, poot, himutok at inis, dahilan sa para sa akin ay, mas napabuti ang daloy ng aking buhay, wala ng sagabal sa aking gustong makamit sa buhay.

gustuhin ko mang ibalik ang aming pagkakaibigan, ay malabo naring mangyari ito. dahil sa napakalayo na nga agwat ng paguugali naming lahat. mas tumanda ang aming mga pagiisip sa mga bagay-bagay. gustuhin ko man, ay napaka imposible narin nitong mangyari. hindi na nila nararamdaman ang pag-aaruga ko sa kanila, hindi narin nila maramdaman ang pagmamahal na ibinuhos ko sa aming pagkakaibigan.

wala ng gustong magpatalo sa kani-kanilang mga opiniyon. wala ng gustong magparaya. dati-rati nama'y maayos ang daloy ng aming pagkakaibigan, ngunit bakit ngayo'y parang dumi nalang ito na itinapon sa tabi ng daan?

nawala narin ang aking pagsisi. alam ko ang bunga ng hiwalayan ay dahilan sa hindi pagkakaunawaan ng grupo. hindi ko rin sila masisisi.

kailanma'y hindi ako nagsinungaling, naging-plastik, nandaya at lalong hindi ako nanloko ng kahit isa sa aking mga kaibigan. siguro ay hindi lang nila nakita ang mga ginawa ko para lang maibalik ang aming pagkakaibigan.

hanggang ngayon ay umaasa parin na magkabati-bati na kaming lahat, alisin ang galit at sakit na nararamdaman at ibaon ito sa limot.

ang kahapon ay ibalik, ang ngayo'y pagyamanin ang ang hinaharap ay huwag pilitin. hayaan natin na maghilom ang mga sugat ng kahapon, at pagwastuhin muli ang pagsasamang nabuwal sa hindi ko man maintindihan na dahilan.

sana ay ganito rin ang nararamdaman nila.

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

milk of pure kindness

from birth to stone
to my epithet
will i ever be
greater than god?

beyond the clouds
a wolf's cry
of freedom
for a taste of vanity
and seclusion

a tar on my teeth
a stain on my robe
i must kiss my
mother's breasts

for it is where i took
a breath of squalid life
-a life of my own

i took no succinct doubt
on my existence

for i am here in this
world to succumb to
human temptations
of milk and prudence

where is my overflowing cup?

platinum country

my country is solid
solid as a rock
like the mountains
of Apo and Sierra Madre
i have pride in
my country

demi-gods of our own
i take superciliousness
for my country

a rich culture
of different dialects
yet united as one

a prim gathering
of civilized races
and to where intellect
submerges in an ocean
of prolific life

an army of rats to
be exterminated
by the book we
survived History
and regained our confidence
by our faith

only one riddle to be solved-
-where are all the credits
i have just stated now?

smidgen retort from love

conceivably a place to hide
from a phantom i once called love

pertinent if it is lissome
yet irerelevant if it is at large
i abhorred the dreary
end of my demise

i want more
more threat
more smite

hit me with a reply
with a response

i am not compensated
with dubious cuts of
the fallible terrain
of my heart

i want it to be despotic
i want scant and
detailed answers

i want a derelict parcel
of your response

my heart aches with amnesty

for when can i cover this tinge?
up to now, still of no despair
from a phantom i once called love

the sagittarius' turn

when the archer is mad
he prepares his bow and arrows
clings on hard to his weapon
with his chin up and a bow

he strikes one apple
followed by a pierce
on the paper he made
and so he was fierce

with vicious brows
and eyes on fire
he slid through
one of the wires

he then challenged
the gemini knight
with a fight
to end this night

the knight missed
and so did
the sagittarius
then a bliss

the zodiacs
laughed profusely
not expected
and suddenly

the sagittarius
brought out
a spare golden
arrow, like a sprout

he hit the knight
and blood came
he drank it and
gave it a name

his victory
proved his strength
and into the
castle he went

the princess
was dressed in pink
and he got her
from a blink

they died
after just a year
and the kingdom
was flooded with tears

the end of
the sagittarius
had to be in
some way vicarious

for he was
a man of vigor
yet he lost
by his powers

people then
denied his might
and showered the
town with spite

that was the
end of his story
a once cursed
land of glory