Sunday, June 5, 2011

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.”

Friday, June 3, 2011

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.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

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.