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How many tears are going to fall
Before you heed to my call?
How many times do I have to plea
Before you come and rescue me?

Life has been so cruel.
It causes emotions and reality to duel.
Where would I be tomorrow
If I can't beg my feelings to follow?

Oh! how painful it is to be alone.
Bearing all the pains on our own
If we will not try to see
The other side of life that is full of glee.

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Fast lessons: Don't argue when you're not supposed to! Be silent so you may hear the voices of others. Give chance to others as the cliche goes..

Perhaps silence does not only mean consent but also shame.

Life is battle to survive. You need to fight for you to live and endure uncertainties. If you'll surrender in the midst of the battlefield, you'll find your certain death.

The day I signed in support to the government's cause

I support the cause of the provincial governor for a greener environment - Kalimpyo, Kahapsay Surigao Green Schools Program

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The world will fail and things will fly

Your words may alter and will naturally die.

By any means, pleasure can be found.

But if love is none, then be lost to bygone.

Real love needs no flowers

For they would season and wither

Your follies are good in the ears

But they will sure be forgotten in years.

Your sincerity, not the materials you've offered

Is more important than those you've showered.

'cause if things can buy love and happiness

Then I would give you the chance and be my shepherd.

Mistakes and Corrections will make you stand straight and right.

It's better to meet the person who will truly love you later than meeting someone now who promises to love you but sooner or later leaves you forever. True love will come at its own time. No need to rush. Just be patient and faithful.

In my bed is where I go places

As we retire from a day's work or just for a rest, our own bed is a refuge and is willing to accept our exhausted bodies/figures.
From there, if we will not be able to sleep right away, we will begin to daydream and make mental pictures of ourselves as successful or if we wish to travel around the world but were not able to do so for the main time because of some reasons, our bed serves as a free airplane flight or that proverbial flying blanket which could take us to anywhere we want to go and what we want to become. In it, we were able to traverse untraveled paths, plan and build dreams, and imagine what we would become in the future.

Will You Wait For Me

"Lyrics of Kavana's Song. The rights remain solely to the producer of the song/music"

I need to talk with you again,
Why did you go away?
All our time together still feels like yesterday
I never thought I'd see
A single day without you,
The things we take for granted,
We can sometimes lose

And if I promise not to feel this pain,
Will I see you again?
Will I see you again?

'Cause time will pass me by,
Maybe I'll never learn to smile,
But I know I'll make it through,
If you wait for me...
And all the tears I cry,
No matter how I try,
They'll never bring you home to me
Won't you wait for me in heaven?

Do you remember how it was?
When we never seemed to care,
The days went by so quickly,
'Cause I thought you'd always be there...
And it's hard to let you go,
Though I know that I must try,
I feel like I've been cheated,
'Cause we never said goodbye...

And if I promise not to feel this pain,
Will I see you again?
Will I see you again?

'Cause time will pass me by,
Maybe I'll never learn to smile,
But I know I'll make it through,
If you wait for me...
And all the tears I cry,
No matter how I try,
They'll never bring you home to me
Won't you wait for me in heaven?

'Cause I miss you so, and I need to know...
Will you wait for me?

'Cause time will pass me by,
Maybe I'll never learn to smile,
But I know I'll make it through,
If you wait for me...
And all the tears I cry,
No matter how I try,
They'll never bring you home to me
Won't you wait for me in heaven?

And time will pass me by,
Maybe I'll never learn to smile,
But I know I'll make it through
If you wait for me...

I know you're just a dream but if it's the Will of God, you can do nothing 'cause you'll really be mine.

But fantasizing is a favorite pastime of bums and lumpens. Confronting reality is the only path to truth.

Luzon Guilders in their presentation

Luzon guilders in their cultural presentation during NSPC '11

We are all not born with good vocals.We may not have the qualified voice but we have a qualified heart to teach us how to sing, aimlessly directing our melodies to God who is willing and all ears to our symphonies.

Men can manipulate appearances to hide their behavioral flaws. Still, the society will forgive them. The women, on the other hand, are great pretenders. They assume personalities which they're really not. They do this to increase social prestige.

Just because of this unlikeable mood, I'm doomed. Madness. Ah, trip to madness. I must return to my asylum. In there I could find my abysmal freedom and silent existence. In there, no one will see how emotional and how long I've been suffering - there, no one will know I am not feeling well.

Lisud ang Pagbati sa Nag-inusara

This is for my mother who keep on telling me she will go to Manila and be employed. I've grown up without her presence and have stayed with her from my adolescent years up to teenage. So, missing her presence is quite inevitable and the decision to be away from me again is a no-no.

Ninglarga ka, gibiyaan ko nimo.
Tuod, bisa'g wa ko nimo pasagdi,
Gihatag mo mga panginahanglan ko
Pero, imo ba 'kong gipangutana sa gibati ko?

Gipasagdan ko ang ahong mga kahiubos.
Gisabot ko ikaw kay tungod lagi
Inahan ka, anak lang ko.
Pero, ikaw? Gisabot ba 'ko nimo?

Karon, dako na ko.
Gusto 'kong mubawos, pero nganong sakitan man ko?
Ming desisyon ka nga mulakaw pag usab.
Kanako ba ikaw wala nay kahangawa?

Giantos ko ang kamingaw kaniadto.
Palihug, ayaw na 'ko patagamtama ug utro.
Mingaw 'ma ang wa'y kaestorya.
Lisud ang pagbati sa nag-inusara.

Life is not like fairy tales. Sometimes it doesn't end well, in happy endings. Usually, the opposite happens otherwise.

I've got a peasant's hands, peasant's feet, and a peasant's life. But Ive got a king's heart and mind that is duly directed towards the welfare of the third class members of the society, yet, my causes were clouded by the foolish and clever 'clergies' and 'nobles' who run the government. They overpower the true ruler - that is, the MASS.

My Sinigang Story

Sa pag-aakalang simpleng tinola lang ang nakahain sa mesa, nagmamadali akong umupo sa may hapag bitbit ang isang pinggan. Pinuno ko ng kanin ang plato ko, lumagok muna ng 'sang basong tubig 'tsaka sumandok ng 'sang kutsarang sabaw sa 'tinola'.

Waah! Napasigaw ako. Sus me! Ang 'tinola' ni Aunty! Ano ba yun?! Sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon, nakatikim ako ng 'tinolang' binuhusan 'ata ng 'sang tasang suka!

Ayun! Sa pag-aakalang simpleng 'tinola' lang ang ulam. Pers taym teh! Sinigang pala ang tawag nun. Ang sabi ng Aunty, 'yun daw ang paborito ng mga Tagalog (dahil nakapag-asawa siya ng taga-Bulacan at napabisita lang siya sa probinsya namin). Naman eh! Ang asim, babe!

IMCC Kapagintaw Band

To love without expecting anything in return, to love till it hurts, to love in spite of everything, for indeed, everything is a grace from God.

IMCC Kapagintaw

Mindanao Island cultural presentation in CEGP-NSPC 2011

SILENCE is the best answer for all questions and SMILING is the best reaction in all situations.

Sole Idol Season 2

Perks enjoyed as SJ

mga palibre at pagkain. :D

What happens when you're not doing something to keep your mind busy? You'll be listening to the sound/music of your heartbeat. This worsen the indolent situation. You'll feel sad at the moment you'll know that he's the reason of your heartbeats.

J.P. Rizal may be our country's National Hero, but I would still opt for the other one *will not name it for you*. I am not protesting of this fact; I'm just showing that not all liked him to be the honored one.

CEGP-NSPC '11

Mindanao Island hosted the National Student Press Convention 2011 at Emeralda Nature's Park and Beach Resort, Pagahan, Initao, Misamis Oriental.

IMCC Kapagintaw Band

IMCC Kapagintaw band sang one of their songs during the CEGP-NSPC'11

 

My Papa's Waltz

By Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death.
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battere on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a plam caked hard by dirt
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

I have had read this poem in Frank McCourt's novelAngela's Ashes and I was dumb-struck by its meaning---fifteen years ago (even until now), though I'm not a boy instead a girl, suffered/experienced the mentioned acts on the lines of the poem. Tears flowed in my eyes when I came to realize that it's not only me who suffered such but many.

My father's drinking sessions happen every afternoon almost everyday in every week. I cannot fathom how many liters of alcohol he has drunk and where he put all those. Since time immemorial, I haven't seen him stopped drinking even just for a week. He would try to for four to five days but on the sixth, he would likely buy a bottle of beer and drink it alone---at home.

When I was in preschool, I am tasked to fetch my father in his favorite drinking pub (a store blocks away from our house). As I came into the place, he's already 'hallucinating', making mentions of his past and singing preposterously all the bisayan songs he knew.

What I did to get him home was pull him on his shirt, sometimes on his pants. It doesn't mean that I was young then, I don't feel embarrassment on his doings---I already am! My face turns red every time his drinking comrade would say'Hubog na imu papa, Lang. Sagdi rakan 'ton. Di kaw 'ton kadaug maggujod.'(You father's drunk now, Dear. Leave him. You cannot pull him alone.) If only only you could see how I feel humiliated at that moment.


Until now, my father has never stopped drinking, instead worsened. My youngest brother (has just turn three) took my place. Every time I see him cling to him when his drunk, I shed a tear. What would be my father's future if he's always like that? Seeing my brother on the other hand, do not just made me shed but wept in sadness at how cruel the times must have been to us. My father has not changed a bit but turn into a remorseful one. I worried for his soul, for his life, his everything.

On my brother's case, I imagined how he does exactly the lines spoke about in the poem above. When Papa's under the influence of the liquor, bro would likely cling unto him and would be my father's defense to Mama's nagging voice and flying tweaks, pinches and spanks. Bro turned out to be father's defender.


Life's like a beer. Once you have a problem, you can intoxicate yourself to forget the ups and trials you have in your hand. This is my consolation to myself every time my dear father's tanked up. He must have many things in his mind, too heavy to bear  so he needs beer to carry the weights he has as his yoke. But everyday is a burden to me, seeing him in that way almost every now and then.


As they (bro and papa) glided their waltz on their way to bedroom, I realized, life is like a dance--if you cannot dance it gracefully, you'll be criticized and judged. If you'll be able to dance it with vivacity, problems will just come passing by without you noticing it.

There, they embraced together. Father's still soiled and muddy yet my little brother's squeezing him with much affection and tenderness and he likewise as if nothing had happened.

He may dance his way to our house when we will not be able to fetch him, at least his waltzing amusingly (one forward, three backwards).

Though my father almost always went home in that way, he's still a father to my siblings-----and to me.

The country has been suffering for quite a long time. The government, instead of lifting the economy, otherwise kept on recollecting the mistakes of the past administration. I am frustrated because of their promises.

Dignity in Labor

‘Sweat Treats’. Perlina Ga, 51, and Pilar Hyrano, 42, sell homemadeKakaninand earns not less than Php500 a day

‘Mussels for Muscles’.Arnold Barrios, 38, sellsTahong (Mussels) from Samar at Surigao City Public Market

‘Eat veggie and you’ll be healthy’.Tata, 24 years old had worked in city’s public market for five years. Their vegetables are from Davao and Cagayan de Oro; bestseller isPechay.Their stall opens from 3a.m.-10p.m

‘Pork Duo’.Ling Lee, 37, is a mother of 4 and pork dealer. Sells pork which are from Davao

‘Trash to Cash’.Jose, Roger, and Franko collect garbage throughout Brgy. Washington and earn extra income from plastic material and boxes

‘Sweep It Up’.Mrs. Marina Bianes, 60 years old, starts sweeping the streets from 4a.m.-8a.m and 1p.m.-4p.m. She works for a salary of Php170 a day and thinks that Amat Street is the dirtiest road in Surigao City

An Opus To Remember

‘Playing music is supposed to be fun. It's about heart, it's about feelings, moving people, and something beautiful, and it's not about notes on a page.’ -Glenn Holland

Mr. Holland’s Opus is a movie in the year 1995 about a man, Glenn Holland, who was a musician and composer who grab hold of teaching job to pay the rent. In moments that he has ‘nothing to do’, he strive to reach his goal—to compose a piece of music that would leave his mark in the world.As Holland discovers 'Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans' and as the years unfold the joy of sharing his contagious passion for music with his students becomes his new definition of success.

In spite of his being a virtuoso, he has a son who was born deaf. At first he cannot accept it but later on in the movie, he learned to love his ‘Beautiful Cole’ and dedicate a song to him. His child might not hear the melody of the song but Cole is exceptionally gifted—he can understand what his father is saying by looking at his mouth. In other words, he was a lipreader.

Mr. Holland is not just a good musician but also a proficient teacher who is very willing to extend his hours in school to develop a child and increase his appreciation to music. Not only that. He took teaching seriously. He is not satisfied with just memorizing notes, getting familiar with keys but on his students to recognize the value of music to their lives. He said, “I can teach you notes on a page, I can't teach you that other stuff” but all he wanted was for his students to realize and live with the music of their lives.

On teaching, he got a lesson from Principal Jacobs: “A teacher has two jobs; fill young minds with knowledge, yes, but more important, give those minds a compass so that that knowledge doesn't go to waste. s for his students to realize.” At the end of the term of the principal, she gave a compass to him as a memento.

At the end of the movie, Mr. Holland was able to conduct his opus—the American Symphony after a moving of his 1965 student, Gertrude Lang, who was then the governor of their county.

The movie made me appreciate the value of music in one’s life. I have learned so many thing in it: of family, of studies, of teaching, and of course, about life. In times of fear and petrified of the situation, I’ll take Mr. Holland’s advice:“Play the sunset.”

HUB Team Building 2010

Tell Me, WHY?

 This was the time I felt insecure.

Am I so tactless?

I keep on committing mistakes.
I am repeating my failures.
Why do I can't take away the fact that this world is full of liars?
Why can't I help myself on giving in easily?

Why does it seems to be, all the things I did were all wrong?!
Why the heck of everything will not stay away from?
I'm tired of pretending I'm okay.
Yes! I am badly hurt. Everything in me is hurt.
No one's willing to help me.
I can't help the tears.
I am downcast, disheartened.

Problems? Often damned.
God! I'm in pain.
I'm sorry for all the wrongs I've made.
Swear. It feels like I'm being tormented.
Oh, please. Will you forgive me?
Suddenly, I'm feeling left out in a dungeon with no one to talk to.

Why?
Why do things went this way?
Tell me, WHY?

Eff and Blind

I know I'm broken.

I'm calling you but you did not answer.

I am down and you have not made a move to lift me up.

Instead, you sunk me down, down, down, under weariness.

I'm hurt more than you think I am.

I know you, you pretender!

You pretend to be good in front of me.

You pretend to be caring, but you're not.

The song is a euthanasia.

It's killing me softly, surely -

The feelings hurt.

I'm near death.

I swear...

The moment you left

 ---- sets me free, yet, dead.

Unaware

I saw it. You just stand on the way.
I can feel it, you just deny it.
You do it first, so I followed.
You had me unfriended,
So, unfriend otherwise.
But honestly, I was hopeful.
But it turned into a remorseful hope.

I cried.
Your picture doesn't speak that much.
I tried to make you now a memory,
But it requires much.
I can't leave you to dreams.
I need time.

Be gone bygone.

Misunderstood

Wrong again. tsk.
Too judgmental and faithless.
Sorry, 'got it mistakenly.
Now, I have you back.
You're worried for upsetting me.
But don't be sorry for that.
I, too, was anxious of so many things.

Yet, though I'm seeing you every now and then,
You're still that close but so far away.

You're just a crush, afterall!
You paint my life but I am not your whole life.
So, I've got to look at the other side of the bus.

I must have not got you right,
But promise, please get in touch.
Thanks.