That moment when your reprimanded. Hai. It's so hard. to receive a man's rage.

"Kung hindi ka mahusay mag-Ingles ay huwag kang mag-alala. Okay lang 'yon dahil hindi ka Amerikano. Kung makakakita ka ng Amerikanong barok mag-Tagalog, maiisip mo bang tanga siya? Huwag kang masisindak sa mga nauusong Pinoy na yumayabang dahil sa kakayahang mag-Ingles."

Filipinos, really

Mga pinilosopong statements na narinig ko.

1. 'wag buksan ang pinto at lalabas ang air-con.
     (Bakit may paa na ba ang air-con?)

2. Heto, burger oh! Ayaw mo?
     (Matakaw lang talaga.)

3. I-lock mo ang pinto bago ka lalabas.
     (Pa'no ka lalabas?)

Pinakaastig ever...

- Pabilhan po ng Colgate, yun pong Close-up na red.
     (Ano daw?)



*He who laughs last, thinks slow. :D


Pampagaan ng nabibigatang kalooban.

Mayweather's an idiotic boxer; loses out of control and is lack of correct tactics; not a direction adherent (he might be dyslexic, I guess); and forgets everyone's eyeing his every move. That's what we call dumbness and jerky-headed bloke.

Sa mga magsasakang nagbungkal

~I love to sing this song which I learned when I was in Grade 3 [even up to now] every planting and harvest time in my elementary years back in the barrios. I had it from an old music textbook which I received from my teacher back then. Every time I came to hum in tune to the melody of the song, I am caught entrance of the lyrics and reflect on the gratefulness expressed on the lines. I don't really know the title of the song yet, since the day I learn it, I can still sing it up to this moment with clarity and gaiety.[English Version]

We plant you deep in the rich, brown soil
Grow little seedling, grow
We pray the Lord to bless our toil
Grow little seedling, grow

We call on the sun to shine on the grain
Grow little seedling, grow
We call on the rain to nourish the plain
Grow little seedling, grow

And when the kind sun its work has done
When the rain has nourished the plain
When the rice plants tall
In the ricefield stand
Heads bow with the golden grain


[Tagalog Version]

Ang ating ani'y sagana
Sa tulong ni Bathala
Tayo'y matuwa at magalak
Tayo'y magpasalamat

Pasalamat din tayo ng lubos
Sa bisig na nagpagod
Sa mga magsasakang nagbungkal
Ng tumana't palayan

Pasalamat tayo kay Bathala
Sa tulong Niya't awa
Papurihan Siya magpakailanman
Habang tayo'y nabubuhay


~I offer this song to the Luisita Farmers whom I have never met since time immemorial. I can feel their pains and heartaches because I once worked in a farm and I can see how my grandparents struggle to gain good harvest and did their best to acquire the land and call it their own. I may not have knew the real score between the government and the farmers of that large land, but I just hope, all their toils will not be gone to waste.


*Photo [painting] credit: Sylvia Amorsolo-Lazo

~Merdolyn

Money, if not handled well, can bring you to the pitiful stance in life.

I'm saying goodbye

...to my teeny years. By this time, I'll be gaining my relative freedom--the freedom I want since I realized I'm not receiving it.

I dreamed of sharing my 20th year with someone I could call as "mine" together with my family in a candle-lit dinner. But sadly, I happen to have no one but myself.

On my 18th birthday, I've had received my first"mañanita" from my first boyfriend (now long gone with somebody whom he thought he "loved" much) together with my churchmates. Now, there is this siamese event: My birthdays were always paired with me broke. But in that very day, those people aforementioned were the ones who held all the expenses and I thank he Lord for giving me thoughtful friends. I may not able to celebrate that momentous day of a girl-turns-a-woman with a grand revelry (with all the 18 candles and roses, cakes, gifts, and messages from friends), but the fact of them able to dredge up the memory of my natal day is enough.

My best birthday singer--Cristine

Cristine sang the loudest with me "weeping" in joy

With the then The HUB E-I-C Ate Euzette, Aibel, Ramon and Cristine

Last year's celebration was one of the memorable, worth-keeping birthday ever. I've had it celebrated at the campus publication's office. I cried because that was my another "first" birthday with food galore and some drinks. I thank again the circumstances--because our publication adviser wasn't able to cancel the food catering order which was supposed to be the snack of the pub's In-house seminar on journalism. But because of it, I was able to have a food shared to everyone though it was really ordered for the all.

Now, I'm happy with my life--what it is and what it will be. I don't want them to remember my birthday because I post it somewhere in the networking sites or anywhere. More posts about how my birthday in "tweeny" went.

I don't know what lies ahead of me but I'm certain I won't be able to live it well if not of the people around me. They're the ones who molded my life years ago, today, and I hope in the future.

To my country, wait for me: I'm coming to help you. To my family, don't you worry, I keep promises. To my friends, you know I won't change in the name of change and I will stick to my real me when it comes to friendship. Remember, I am real. To myself, welcome to the world!

"Maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had, and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated."