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TELL ME WHY I SHOULD NOT LOVE YOUR SISTER


 

 

 

Tell me why I should not love your sister;

Tell me why I don’t deserve her.

I may be an ogre, I may be a pauper;

But these does not make me less than a lover.

Tell me why you have to take her away;

Tell me why you took my life away.

I am not Prince Charming, I am not a millionaire,

But these does not make me less than a lover

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Ako ang May Sala


Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

N’ong oras ng leksiyon nag-excuse ka papunta sa kubeta

Ano bang kinakain mo, bakit ka palaging may diarrhea?

Paalam mo lang ay mag-CR kung saan-saan ka naglamierda.

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Noong pinabasa kita ng istorya, FB ang iyong inuna.

Papalya ba ang utak mo kung ‘di makaselfie sa tuwina?

Kung gusto mo lang mag-OOTD, mag-artista ka na!

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Ilang linggo akong naghintay sa report mong ipepresenta

N’ong deadline na saka ka lang gumawa, kaya resulta–

Basura! Copy-paste na mali-mali pa!

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Minsa ka na nga lang magpakita,

Sa leksiyon ko nag-ingay ka pa.

Kung hindi ka natulog, tumakas ka pa.

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Pa-exam kong “too basic”, pinintasan at kinutya.

Ako’y mabait, pinagbigyan ko ang henyo sa eskwela,

Ngunit sagot mong maganda sa internet kinopya.

Umaga, Tanghali at Hapon


Umaga

Hinihintay ang bawat umaga

Sa pagkasabik na ika’y makita.

Anumang puyat ay nawawala

Sa mabining ngiti nitong dalaga.

 

Kung may magtatanong, kung

para kanino ako bumabangon?

Mabilis na “Ikaw” ang aking itutugon

O kape ko sa malamig na panahon.

 

Tanghali

Tanghalian ko ay laging magana

Kung kung ikaw ang aking kasama.

Ikaw ang init sa malamig na kanin.

Ikaw sa matabang kong ulam ay asin.

 

Sana ay hindi na matapos ang tanghali

Para ang ligaya ko ay hindi na mabali.

Sana ay hindi na matapos ang tanghali

Nang makasama pa ang sa aki’y nagpapangiti.

 

Hapon

At sa maghapong pagtatrabaho

Ang aking tanging consuelo

Kung sa pag-uwi ay magkasabay tayo.

Sabay tayo, pero di tayo at di magiging tayo:

 

Tubig at langis na di magiging mixture,

North at south poles sa gitna — equator.

Sayang, inaaral ko na ang puberty sa T.H.E.

Noong unang lumabas si Jolens sa tv.

A story


They say love is blind; it is rarely untrue among lovers but is not among the people who surround them. The latter’s eyesight are so good that they can magnify other’s minute imperfections. A sighted person is worse than a blind one. The latter sees beauty through the heart but the previous wishes he or she were blind and look only for wants he or she wants to see.

Nothing happens in a vacuum. No one is spared from other’s influence. No one is an exemption; not even us. Our voices were drowned by theirs. My beloved who used to hear my whispers would not hear me cries.

Love stories do not always end happily like in the mainstream cinema. Cinema is an escape from reality. Most often than not villains win in the real world.

Dear Anak, dapat paglaki mo Congressman ka


Dear Anak,

MagDOTA ka na lang sa oras ng oral communication class mo, total kapag nahalal ka nang congressman hindi mo na kailangang mag-speech. Ang kailangan mo lang ay “nay” at “aye”. Palagi namang viva voce ang botohan doon. Isang daang beses na mas mahaba pa ang paghihintay makabuo ng quorum kaysa sa actual na botohan. Ayaw mo no’n, marami ka pang oras para magtong-its at sumipsip sa mga administration.

Kalimutan mo na rin ang salitang loyalty sapagkat sa politika natin, hindi iyon uso. Ang kalaban mo noon, kakampi mo ngayon at hindi alam kung sino ang magtatraydor sainyo. Hindi mo na kailangang pag-isipan pa kung kanino ka sisipsip; kung sino ang nasa Malacañan sa kanya ka dumikit. Huwag kang mahiya bumalingbing, marami naman ang gumagawa niyan. Sabihin mo na lang, “My loyalty to my party ends where my loyalty to my purse begins.” Isipin mo na lang na walang permanenteng bagay sa mundo kundi ang interest mo.

Huwag mo na rin aralin ang lehislasyon, hindi naman mahahalatang wala kang alam kung panay “Aye!” ang sasabihin mo. Ang importante pasok nang pasok sa distrito mo ang proyekto sa distrito mo. Kung may proyekto sa distrito, iisipin ng mga botante mong may ginagawa ka, at papasok din ang pera sa bulsa mo. Alalahanin mong walang proyekto sa distrito mo kung kalaban mo ang panginoong nakatira doon sa palasyo.

Masanay ka na ring tawagin sa mga titulong hindi ka naman karapatdapat; “honorable” kahit mandurugas ka at bumibili ng boto, “representative” o “kinatawaan” kahit hindi mo naman kinakatawan ang ang kapakanan ng constituent mo at “lehislador” kahit ikaw mismo ay hindi sumusunod sa batas.

Kaya ngayon umpisahan mo nang mag-ipon ng pera at magsanay na sa pagsayaw ng lambada para maging congressman ka.

 

Ang iyong ama,

Ped

Monster me.


I am not okay away from you, but it doesn’t mean I would be better with you around. We live in a world of impermanence, all are subject to change, neither you nor I is an exemption.

The wound you left in my life still pains everyday. Throb in my heart turns me into a more callused monster. A monster who gets mad whenever someone mentions your name to me. A monster who shouts cuss words when calling their internet provider’s call center and the IVR would not allow me  to speak with a live agent. A monster who wanted to tear the book he is reading into pieces (but of course he will not because he is a bibliophile) when he gets irritated.

It has been about a year  since you bade goodbye, also, it has been a year I have these erratic behaviors. I can no longer afford be hurt again because I am afraid to loss my remaining sanity. In Biology, I learned organisms  protect  themselves from other organisms that would cause them harm. This monster would do the same.

 

Ondoy and Ketsana


 

Long long time ago, in a kingdom far far away called Redwalkdom, there live six princesses. The princesses were known for being great singers. The whole kingdom rushes to the castle to listen to them singing every time the king calls for a banquet.

The fifth princess is Ketsana. She is the king’s favorite daughter because she is the most beautiful and she sings greater than any of her sisters. Many princes from nearby kingdoms woe her. But none of his suitors catches her attention.

One day, she was wandering in the orchard when she saw Ondoy the hunchback reading a book under a tree. The farmer was aghast when he learned that the princess was looking at him. He dropped his book and stood up to pay respect to the princess.

With his knees trembling he muttered to the princess, “I-I-I am sorry milady, I am j-j-just taking a rest.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about,” replied the princess, “you must be tired toiling the soil and the sun is already scourging hot. What are you reading?”

“P-poems milady”, replied the farmer.

“That is a great read. You must be a poet yourself. What is your name?”

“Yes, milady I wrote some poems. My name is Ondoy the farmer.”

“Do you sing?”

“No, milady. My singing voice isn’t as great as yours.”

Since then Princess Ketsana frequented in the orchard to visit hunchback and listen to his poems.  Her sisters found about it. They don’t like the hunchback to be their sister’s beau.

They ordered the soldiers to bring Princess Ketsana to a distant territory called Tabak. The princess was placed in a tower guarded by a dragon.

Ondoy went to the orchard but the princess did not show up. He thought that the princess disliked his company. He wrote the saddest poem he wrote in his entire life. The Fairy of Literature read his poem and was deeply affected by it.

She appeared to the hunchback and said, “Do not afraid, I am the Fairy of Literature, I was deeply sadden by the poem you wrote. Ondoy you are mistaken Ketsana loves you. She was taken away by sisters and hid her in the Tower of Tabak guarded by a dragon.”

“Thank you, I thought she left me,” said Ondoy. “If not for you I will not know she did not leave me.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I want to remove your hunchback and I’ll give you gold so that Ketsana’s sisters will not oppose you.”

“There is nothing wrong in being a hunchback and poor, I don’t need to change. What needs to be changed is the society that discriminates people based on physical appearance and wealth,” said Ondoy.

The fairy was impressed with what he said and gave him seven loaves of bread and five slices of fried chicken. She told him the way to the tower in Tabak. She lend him also a horse so that he can travel fast to the tower to save the princess.

The travel took him only a day. The dragon sensed his coming and approached him at the foot of the stairway of the tower.

“What are you here for,” the dragon asked.

“I am here to serenade the princess,” Ondoy answered.

“The serenade the princess but you’re a hunchback and you smell like soil.  Ah! You must be a poor farmer.”

“I maybe a hunchback and farmer but I don’t differ from the royalties, I have a heart also, and even a dragon has a heart too.”

“I agree with you. Dragons fall in love too. You said you are going to serenade the princess, let me hear you sing.”

Ondoy sang a song but the dragon has to stop him.

“That is the most terrible singing I’ve ever heard”, said the dragon. “The princess will not fall in love with a singing voice like that.”

“I know”, said Ondoy, “I am just going to read this poem to her.”

The dragon read Ondoy’s poem and wiped his tears with his tail. He turn to Ondoy and said, “This is the saddest poem I’ve read in my entire life.” He went back into hiding and continuously howled.

Ondoy wasted no time and climbed hurriedly to the top of the tower and unchained Princess Ketsana. They rode on the horse that the Fairy of Literature lent him that took them farther south; where nobody knows that she was a wealthy princess and he was a poor farmer.

They started a family and raised their children. The couple was ridiculed: he-for being a hunchback and she-for marrying a hunchback but these bothered the least the couple. No amount ridicule could stop them from living happily ever after.