Stranded ang bus
Ang ulan kasi ang lakas lakas!
Lahat ng sakay panay ang tsk tsk tsk!
May mangyayari ba kung tayong lahat ay papalatak?
Kung hindi uso ang ipod? paano ka na?
At kung ang load mo ay naghihingalo na?
Paano kung ang tiyan mo ay kumakalam na?
Naka apat na pelikula ka na!
Sa halip na mainip, ginawa kong itong tula
Habang ang ulan ay rumaragasa
Sa bintana ng bus parang batong tumatama
Kasabay ng hanging may himig na kay saya
Mabuti na lang sa bag ko ay may nakapa
Isang plastic na belekoy na may linga
Pantawid gutom hanggang sa dulo ng Edsa
Marahil kayo ay magtataka
Iisipin nyong ako'y nababaliw na
Sorry na lang ang utak ko'y gumagana
Lalo na't ganitong walang magawa
Hay! belekoy mahal na mahal kita
Hayaan mo bukas bibilhin ulit kita!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Maria Rosario
All of us have our own share of thoughts and experiences.It's free, anyone can write. Again, another story written for me.
‘Recognition’
Cherry!?! Hmm… The name would ring a bell every time her Tita Franci would share her memory of Cherry being brought forth into the world for the first time. She was named Maria Rosario by her mom because it was the month of October when all catholics pray the rosary once it hits 6 pm. A clan known for their deep religious faith for Catholicism, not to mention an uncle who is a priest, Kuyang, the name that was bestow truly fits her. And how she got her nickname Cherry? Tita would always say that her mother upon laying her eyes for the first time at her, first thing notice was her lips that were red as ‘cherries’.
A lot of people would think how was I able to get to know this astonishing person. If you asked me upfront I would quickly answer she is one of my best friend cousins. But would you believe she was the last cousin of Chris that I was able to get acquainted with..? Youngest among the siblings of three, I came to know first Marcelle, her ate. My memory of marcelle will have the distinction as the most refine, quiet, and kindest. Pardon me with the description, I am not saying that cherry weren’t one, but we are all subjective to our own opinion (laughs!). With her quiet ways, she would start a conversation with such simple and kind words. Next would be Diche. Who wouldn’t fail to notice the invigorating, inviting, and beautiful face of Sonnet. That in every word uttered or greetings made to her, guarantees a sweet smile of recognition in return without even a single flaw of doubt nor hate. Again my apologies to cherry, I am not saying that she’s weren’t one, but we are subjective to our own opinion (laughs!). And lastly Sanse, And again I asked for forgiveness to Cherry, but to be subject no more for further criticism with what I have to say, let other people describe her for you.
Taking excerpts from her Blogs, Comments, Testimonials and Messages, this is what they have to say…
AT FIRST GLANCE…
Erwin 10/28/2008 8:39 pm
huli man at magaling....Happy Birthday pa rin!!!! hahahaha!!! Ma-boo-hay ka! I consider this person my long lost sister...she mastered the "Art of Dagger Looks" or (sa tagalog, "makuha o matunaw ka sa tingin kong nakakapatay") and I could almost swear minsan she's a member of women's activist group Gabriela. Anyway, parang mentos din siya, she has a soft spot, hard outside, sweet, soft and chewy in the inside. Wish you more luck and love sis.
ed12/29/2008 10:37 pm
for those who do not know her, napaka suplada but once you get to know her mabait, mataray pero napaka thoughtful, masipag pumasok minsan kahit may sakit, pero nag co complain hehe pero ayaw naman mag absent,minsan ma senti pero pag may topak makulit, mababaw ang kaligayahan pero malalim mag isip, matipid sumagot sa text, kaya when she says nami miss ka nya, she really mean it, ang dami ko naman sinabi, babati lang ako ng happy new year! ingat ka palagi ha
LOOK ALIKE…
ed 05/18/2009 9:57 pm
serious naman primary photo, very koring hehe musta!
jr 08/30/2008 8:10 am
si ate cherry at si balitang K ay iisa lamang. ang kaibahan nga lang, wala pa siyang Mr. Palengke. hehehe. punch line yun. :p
IN RELATIONSHIPS..?
rocks 09/09/2008 8:08 pm
...always a bridesmaid...never a bride hehehe...uy dami naman kasi pihikan...wag syado mabait...chayang...
rocks 11/19/2008 9:48 pm
matatapos na naman ang taon . . . nakailang salo ka na ba ng boquet?
eggie 05/26/2008 8:10 pm
Baka kailangang minsan,iparamdam ni tinkerbell kay peter pan na mayroon pa ring neverland...
FEATURES…
CHITO 03/17/2009 6:07 pm
hello kumusta wala ka pa din pagbabago parang 18th ka pa din sino kaya maswerte na mapapangasawa mo? may get together daw kayo sa april pupunta ka ba
rocks 03/18/2009 8:21 pm
sa facebook happy ka! sa friendster neverland! hahaha...kaya di ka tumatanda eh!!!!
GIFTS…
ed 04/06/2009 9:12 pm
sino ang batang nakipagtalo sa barangay dahil nangunguha ng pictures habang nag kakasunog sa pasay? at nag dialogue ng "this is a democratic country, but ok ok i will delete" tsk tsk tsk kahit ba naman may sunog gumagana pa ang utak ng mga photo stories mo! buti di kayo inabot, mag ingat ingat ka nga dyan at bawasan na ang tigas ng ulo...ops peace tayo!!!hay!
hydee 12/01/2007 9:12 am
I like your shots, you have the talent...keep it up!!!
Bench 03/30/2009 3:24 pm
Very true indeed ninang pards!. But to express it in the most appropriate way would be much appreciated. That's the reason why there are people who are gifted. People who can express feelings for others' who can't. People who can make a difference with just a stroke of a pen. And people who can understand beyond what society is simply showing us.
Would you mine if I borrow one of your blog messages. I find it with a sense of a little contentment in life...
Ed 04/21/2009 6:22 pm
walang kupas, sa pagsusulat malalim at may sense, sa mga photo shots kahit walang explanation alam mo kung ano ang dinidescribe, sobra kang creative,yan ang president ko.simple pero rock. take care.
Lani, Sa Iyong Pagdalaw comments…
shocks! ang ganda.... u should see me now... naninigas mga dlairi ko sa paa sa sobrang kilig. hehehe! naimagine mo itsura ko nung college tayo pag kinikilig? Heheheh
AS A DAUGHTER…
..walang galos na hindi gagaling nang dahil sa iyong dampi..
kirot may di pansin basta't ikaw ang nasa tabi..
...minsang dumilim ang karimlan
ikaw ang sulong sa lahat ay nagtanglaw
dumating ang pagsubok na ang haligi'y nanlumo
nang dahil sa pagsubok...subalit sa apo'y
ikaw'y di nagpatupok..
nanatiling matatag...may ngiti sa labing hinarap ang bukas..
i wrote the poem while mommy was at the ICU, there were six patients confined at the ICU that time. 3 were in coma, 2 joined the creator, and then Mommy...came out of the room smiling at me and Daddy....just in time for Mother's Day...she was there for almost 3 days..but for me it seemed years...now she's feeling better!!!!!
AS A SISTER…
… walong taon na pala ang lumipas
ang bilis ng panahon.. parang kailan lang
ay naririto ka pa sa aming tabi…
natatandaan ko pa na hinihintay mo ang pasko..
…yung tshirt mong yellow yung favorite mo
naitabi ko pa…kasa kasama ko sa apartment..
naalala ka pa ni mang romy…paano pa kaya kami..
…sabi mo noon excited ka sa pupuntahan mo?
Kaya alam kong masaya ka diyan…kahit nami miss
Ka naming okey lang…basta palagi mo na lang
Kaming subaybayan kung nasaan ka man…
Yung pinapasabi ko sa iyo ha wag mong kalimutan…
AS A FRIEND…
Maybe if I still continue excerpting for this part we already have a novel at hand (laughs!) What have already been said and told would already be enough to describe what is cherry to all of us as a friend… And what is even funnier, still I haven’t answered the question how was I able to know this ‘Amazing Person…’
If my recollection is correct there were a lot people then. Some were talking in groups. Some were laughing but not that too disturbing. Some were feasting on a delicious dish, not to be bloated but to regain strength after a sleeplees night. Some were sharing fond memories, simply because that is the only thing that is going to remain. And some were in deep sorrow and a feeling of longingness, for someone who just left. A band was playing with their hearts out through the variance tune of marching and sometimes melancholy. But what is ironic, the gathering is not meant for an ambiance of festivities but rather of mourning…
I had the privilege to extend my condolences to the bereaved family. Technically speaking, to my best friend cousins family. I just couldn’t let this opportunity pass not to see Diche before her remains be brought to its’ final resting place. Indeed, a tragedy struck her family. Strong family ties were tested, faith was shaken…
Pardon me with the words, I may not have the experience nor maturity to understand what’s going on then. But I do have a fair share of experiencing the same tragedy only last year when my mom passed away due also to cancer. In one of my comments to cherry’s blog and I wrote, “The most painful part in losing someone so dear to you is when you lose someone so lovable, vibrant, enthusiastic, and full of life. And every time we remember them we always wanted to think that it is not their fate to leave in such manner. But then again, that’s the mystery of life. And maybe that’s the reason why someone so dear to us is so much worth remembering…”.
As part of catholic family tradition before internment, the remains had to be blessed. In the church wherein most of the time I’m with Chris family, what remains of the three siblings passes in front of me. They were in a hurry so time would not be wasted. And cherry would always be herself with her brisk walk. And I wonder, it seems during that day she was the ate and leading all the way. And of course
Marcelle with her mild self and slow pacing, tails cherry but wouldn’t forget to show acknowledgement to my presence. And after the mass, correct me if I’m wrong if its’ still part of necrology, I heard a deep full voice. I was expecting it to be marcelle, being the eldest or even their mom but it wasn’t. There were no tears to wet the paper, nor a single flaw of sorrow. Not even a crackling voice after weeping a thousand rivers. It was a spontaneous speech full of life and vibrancy. And it was so vivid that every words, adjectives, and verbs uttered comes into life. It’s like reading your favorite books wherein you can imagine that everything is moving in your thoughts. I could see her right in front of me talking and gesturing with her hands to emphasize a certain point. And through her words you were brought back into the past seeing the young Diche doing the stance of Wonder Woman with one hand raised and with a star crown on her forehead. Sardonically, I was situated outside the church (laughs!). But out of nowhere I uttered, if such tragedy comes into my family I would also write a speech as good as what I heard. Then I knock on a wood three times.
I never knew that Cherry was a good speaker, it was only that time I came to realize. So when my mom died I tried to deliver a nice speech. It wasn’t as good as hers’ but that made me promise myself to write one to be delivered on my mom’s 1st death anniversary to compensate…
Cherry was the one who introduced me into blogging. I just couldn’t remember how on earth I end up being part of her elite circle of friendsters. There I came to realize the multifaceted character of a genius. In her blog I found a wealth full of knowledge and talents. The other aspect of her character that was kept hidden to me by just knowing her as one of my best friend cousins. Being an avid reader at the same time good appreciator of literary works, I came to know the author behind her writings. This clouded my mind with envy and jealousy. How I wish I could only express my thoughts into writing or speech, I could have been a better man long before… Then it all just started into comments for the reason that I feel I do have good opinions to share but it eventually led into writing…
Cherry was also the distinguish one who introduced me into writing. I have no intention to create my own blog site. All I wanted is to deliver a good speech on my mom’s 1st death anniversary. The idea to remember, documents things so that you could always see and read it, was so inviting that I created my own blog. But it never came to my mind that I’ll be touching the hearts of my reader. And what is best, inspire other peoples’ lives. And I owe it to the ‘Maestro’. Whether she denies it or not, I’ll just quote her, “Binigyan mo ng pakpak ang aking diwa Upang malikha itong tula. Ang nagtatagong sinag Binigyan mo ng gintong liwanag” that led me to write a poem in loving memory of my mom. Knowing Cherry she’ll not take credit from it and just rub it off her shoulder. And she would simply utter,” You cannot kindle a fire in any other's heart until it is burning within your own..." Very true indeed… but why do you have to kindle it if it’s already burning within you..?
I rest my case on this matter and would not further argue more… I just missed the Maestro’s writing. It’s been quite a while since she last wrote, which is quite unprecedented of her. Knowing her, every month her blogs would be full of rich new literary works. New ideas and insights to ponder… Experiences to laugh and cry with… Entailing stories of adventures, friendships and love… And a deep sharing of oneself…
Is it really true that the pen has already been passed? I just borrowed it and had no intention of keeping it. Anytime you want it you can have it back. And it will always be a privilege using it...
Maraming salamat ‘Maestro’.. sa inspiration.. for being there.. sa ngiti at pagkakaibigan… Ito ang aking alay at pasasalamat…
P.S.
I wanted to write and give this to you on your birthday! But it seems time is not at my hands right now. And I just felt there is already a necessity… And again, you have the option to post it or not. At least it is already with you and you know what is best to do with it..
‘Recognition’
Cherry!?! Hmm… The name would ring a bell every time her Tita Franci would share her memory of Cherry being brought forth into the world for the first time. She was named Maria Rosario by her mom because it was the month of October when all catholics pray the rosary once it hits 6 pm. A clan known for their deep religious faith for Catholicism, not to mention an uncle who is a priest, Kuyang, the name that was bestow truly fits her. And how she got her nickname Cherry? Tita would always say that her mother upon laying her eyes for the first time at her, first thing notice was her lips that were red as ‘cherries’.
A lot of people would think how was I able to get to know this astonishing person. If you asked me upfront I would quickly answer she is one of my best friend cousins. But would you believe she was the last cousin of Chris that I was able to get acquainted with..? Youngest among the siblings of three, I came to know first Marcelle, her ate. My memory of marcelle will have the distinction as the most refine, quiet, and kindest. Pardon me with the description, I am not saying that cherry weren’t one, but we are all subjective to our own opinion (laughs!). With her quiet ways, she would start a conversation with such simple and kind words. Next would be Diche. Who wouldn’t fail to notice the invigorating, inviting, and beautiful face of Sonnet. That in every word uttered or greetings made to her, guarantees a sweet smile of recognition in return without even a single flaw of doubt nor hate. Again my apologies to cherry, I am not saying that she’s weren’t one, but we are subjective to our own opinion (laughs!). And lastly Sanse, And again I asked for forgiveness to Cherry, but to be subject no more for further criticism with what I have to say, let other people describe her for you.
Taking excerpts from her Blogs, Comments, Testimonials and Messages, this is what they have to say…
AT FIRST GLANCE…
Erwin 10/28/2008 8:39 pm
huli man at magaling....Happy Birthday pa rin!!!! hahahaha!!! Ma-boo-hay ka! I consider this person my long lost sister...she mastered the "Art of Dagger Looks" or (sa tagalog, "makuha o matunaw ka sa tingin kong nakakapatay") and I could almost swear minsan she's a member of women's activist group Gabriela. Anyway, parang mentos din siya, she has a soft spot, hard outside, sweet, soft and chewy in the inside. Wish you more luck and love sis.
ed12/29/2008 10:37 pm
for those who do not know her, napaka suplada but once you get to know her mabait, mataray pero napaka thoughtful, masipag pumasok minsan kahit may sakit, pero nag co complain hehe pero ayaw naman mag absent,minsan ma senti pero pag may topak makulit, mababaw ang kaligayahan pero malalim mag isip, matipid sumagot sa text, kaya when she says nami miss ka nya, she really mean it, ang dami ko naman sinabi, babati lang ako ng happy new year! ingat ka palagi ha
LOOK ALIKE…
ed 05/18/2009 9:57 pm
serious naman primary photo, very koring hehe musta!
jr 08/30/2008 8:10 am
si ate cherry at si balitang K ay iisa lamang. ang kaibahan nga lang, wala pa siyang Mr. Palengke. hehehe. punch line yun. :p
IN RELATIONSHIPS..?
rocks 09/09/2008 8:08 pm
...always a bridesmaid...never a bride hehehe...uy dami naman kasi pihikan...wag syado mabait...chayang...
rocks 11/19/2008 9:48 pm
matatapos na naman ang taon . . . nakailang salo ka na ba ng boquet?
eggie 05/26/2008 8:10 pm
Baka kailangang minsan,iparamdam ni tinkerbell kay peter pan na mayroon pa ring neverland...
FEATURES…
CHITO 03/17/2009 6:07 pm
hello kumusta wala ka pa din pagbabago parang 18th ka pa din sino kaya maswerte na mapapangasawa mo? may get together daw kayo sa april pupunta ka ba
rocks 03/18/2009 8:21 pm
sa facebook happy ka! sa friendster neverland! hahaha...kaya di ka tumatanda eh!!!!
GIFTS…
ed 04/06/2009 9:12 pm
sino ang batang nakipagtalo sa barangay dahil nangunguha ng pictures habang nag kakasunog sa pasay? at nag dialogue ng "this is a democratic country, but ok ok i will delete" tsk tsk tsk kahit ba naman may sunog gumagana pa ang utak ng mga photo stories mo! buti di kayo inabot, mag ingat ingat ka nga dyan at bawasan na ang tigas ng ulo...ops peace tayo!!!hay!
hydee 12/01/2007 9:12 am
I like your shots, you have the talent...keep it up!!!
Bench 03/30/2009 3:24 pm
Very true indeed ninang pards!. But to express it in the most appropriate way would be much appreciated. That's the reason why there are people who are gifted. People who can express feelings for others' who can't. People who can make a difference with just a stroke of a pen. And people who can understand beyond what society is simply showing us.
Would you mine if I borrow one of your blog messages. I find it with a sense of a little contentment in life...
Ed 04/21/2009 6:22 pm
walang kupas, sa pagsusulat malalim at may sense, sa mga photo shots kahit walang explanation alam mo kung ano ang dinidescribe, sobra kang creative,yan ang president ko.simple pero rock. take care.
Lani, Sa Iyong Pagdalaw comments…
shocks! ang ganda.... u should see me now... naninigas mga dlairi ko sa paa sa sobrang kilig. hehehe! naimagine mo itsura ko nung college tayo pag kinikilig? Heheheh
AS A DAUGHTER…
..walang galos na hindi gagaling nang dahil sa iyong dampi..
kirot may di pansin basta't ikaw ang nasa tabi..
...minsang dumilim ang karimlan
ikaw ang sulong sa lahat ay nagtanglaw
dumating ang pagsubok na ang haligi'y nanlumo
nang dahil sa pagsubok...subalit sa apo'y
ikaw'y di nagpatupok..
nanatiling matatag...may ngiti sa labing hinarap ang bukas..
i wrote the poem while mommy was at the ICU, there were six patients confined at the ICU that time. 3 were in coma, 2 joined the creator, and then Mommy...came out of the room smiling at me and Daddy....just in time for Mother's Day...she was there for almost 3 days..but for me it seemed years...now she's feeling better!!!!!
AS A SISTER…
… walong taon na pala ang lumipas
ang bilis ng panahon.. parang kailan lang
ay naririto ka pa sa aming tabi…
natatandaan ko pa na hinihintay mo ang pasko..
…yung tshirt mong yellow yung favorite mo
naitabi ko pa…kasa kasama ko sa apartment..
naalala ka pa ni mang romy…paano pa kaya kami..
…sabi mo noon excited ka sa pupuntahan mo?
Kaya alam kong masaya ka diyan…kahit nami miss
Ka naming okey lang…basta palagi mo na lang
Kaming subaybayan kung nasaan ka man…
Yung pinapasabi ko sa iyo ha wag mong kalimutan…
AS A FRIEND…
Maybe if I still continue excerpting for this part we already have a novel at hand (laughs!) What have already been said and told would already be enough to describe what is cherry to all of us as a friend… And what is even funnier, still I haven’t answered the question how was I able to know this ‘Amazing Person…’
If my recollection is correct there were a lot people then. Some were talking in groups. Some were laughing but not that too disturbing. Some were feasting on a delicious dish, not to be bloated but to regain strength after a sleeplees night. Some were sharing fond memories, simply because that is the only thing that is going to remain. And some were in deep sorrow and a feeling of longingness, for someone who just left. A band was playing with their hearts out through the variance tune of marching and sometimes melancholy. But what is ironic, the gathering is not meant for an ambiance of festivities but rather of mourning…
I had the privilege to extend my condolences to the bereaved family. Technically speaking, to my best friend cousins family. I just couldn’t let this opportunity pass not to see Diche before her remains be brought to its’ final resting place. Indeed, a tragedy struck her family. Strong family ties were tested, faith was shaken…
Pardon me with the words, I may not have the experience nor maturity to understand what’s going on then. But I do have a fair share of experiencing the same tragedy only last year when my mom passed away due also to cancer. In one of my comments to cherry’s blog and I wrote, “The most painful part in losing someone so dear to you is when you lose someone so lovable, vibrant, enthusiastic, and full of life. And every time we remember them we always wanted to think that it is not their fate to leave in such manner. But then again, that’s the mystery of life. And maybe that’s the reason why someone so dear to us is so much worth remembering…”.
As part of catholic family tradition before internment, the remains had to be blessed. In the church wherein most of the time I’m with Chris family, what remains of the three siblings passes in front of me. They were in a hurry so time would not be wasted. And cherry would always be herself with her brisk walk. And I wonder, it seems during that day she was the ate and leading all the way. And of course
Marcelle with her mild self and slow pacing, tails cherry but wouldn’t forget to show acknowledgement to my presence. And after the mass, correct me if I’m wrong if its’ still part of necrology, I heard a deep full voice. I was expecting it to be marcelle, being the eldest or even their mom but it wasn’t. There were no tears to wet the paper, nor a single flaw of sorrow. Not even a crackling voice after weeping a thousand rivers. It was a spontaneous speech full of life and vibrancy. And it was so vivid that every words, adjectives, and verbs uttered comes into life. It’s like reading your favorite books wherein you can imagine that everything is moving in your thoughts. I could see her right in front of me talking and gesturing with her hands to emphasize a certain point. And through her words you were brought back into the past seeing the young Diche doing the stance of Wonder Woman with one hand raised and with a star crown on her forehead. Sardonically, I was situated outside the church (laughs!). But out of nowhere I uttered, if such tragedy comes into my family I would also write a speech as good as what I heard. Then I knock on a wood three times.
I never knew that Cherry was a good speaker, it was only that time I came to realize. So when my mom died I tried to deliver a nice speech. It wasn’t as good as hers’ but that made me promise myself to write one to be delivered on my mom’s 1st death anniversary to compensate…
Cherry was the one who introduced me into blogging. I just couldn’t remember how on earth I end up being part of her elite circle of friendsters. There I came to realize the multifaceted character of a genius. In her blog I found a wealth full of knowledge and talents. The other aspect of her character that was kept hidden to me by just knowing her as one of my best friend cousins. Being an avid reader at the same time good appreciator of literary works, I came to know the author behind her writings. This clouded my mind with envy and jealousy. How I wish I could only express my thoughts into writing or speech, I could have been a better man long before… Then it all just started into comments for the reason that I feel I do have good opinions to share but it eventually led into writing…
Cherry was also the distinguish one who introduced me into writing. I have no intention to create my own blog site. All I wanted is to deliver a good speech on my mom’s 1st death anniversary. The idea to remember, documents things so that you could always see and read it, was so inviting that I created my own blog. But it never came to my mind that I’ll be touching the hearts of my reader. And what is best, inspire other peoples’ lives. And I owe it to the ‘Maestro’. Whether she denies it or not, I’ll just quote her, “Binigyan mo ng pakpak ang aking diwa Upang malikha itong tula. Ang nagtatagong sinag Binigyan mo ng gintong liwanag” that led me to write a poem in loving memory of my mom. Knowing Cherry she’ll not take credit from it and just rub it off her shoulder. And she would simply utter,” You cannot kindle a fire in any other's heart until it is burning within your own..." Very true indeed… but why do you have to kindle it if it’s already burning within you..?
I rest my case on this matter and would not further argue more… I just missed the Maestro’s writing. It’s been quite a while since she last wrote, which is quite unprecedented of her. Knowing her, every month her blogs would be full of rich new literary works. New ideas and insights to ponder… Experiences to laugh and cry with… Entailing stories of adventures, friendships and love… And a deep sharing of oneself…
Is it really true that the pen has already been passed? I just borrowed it and had no intention of keeping it. Anytime you want it you can have it back. And it will always be a privilege using it...
Maraming salamat ‘Maestro’.. sa inspiration.. for being there.. sa ngiti at pagkakaibigan… Ito ang aking alay at pasasalamat…
P.S.
I wanted to write and give this to you on your birthday! But it seems time is not at my hands right now. And I just felt there is already a necessity… And again, you have the option to post it or not. At least it is already with you and you know what is best to do with it..
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