
Let's try making another minute poem. Although I must admit, I'm kinda rusty with the rhyming skills by now. Haha. :P
"Mama, mama, san na po ba ito?
Tila nawawala na po ako.
Mama, mama, maituturo niyo ba ang daan po?
Baguhan lang po dito, isa hong probinsyano."
"Aba'y saang lupalop ka ba nanggaling?"
Nagsalita ang mamang may batuta habang umiiling.
"Kayo talaga napapadpad kung saan-saan,
Halika nga dito at ituturo ko ang daan."
"Diretso, kanan, kaliwa sa pangatlong kanto,
Yun ba ang nais mong destino?
Sakay sa dyip, baba sa eskinita,
Mayroon doong tutulong sayong nakapula."
"Salamat ho! Malaking pasasalamat!
Aba'y dito sa Manila'y may mabuti din pala.
Masamang katauhan siguro'y isang alamat,
Lalo na't pag naandyan ang mamang may batuta."
"Syempre, iho, sino pang tutulong sayo,
Kundi isang naglilingkod sa bayang tulad ko.
O sige na lakad na at madilim na,
Siguraduhin mong hanapin ang mamang nakapula."
Dali-dali na sinunod ang direksyon,
Tamang pagkakasunod, tila isang pasyon!
Diretso, kanan, kaliwa sa pangatlong kanto,
Isang dyip, baba, andito na ako!
Parang walang tao sa paligid, sinong nakapula?
Aha! may isa doon sa gilid ng estatwa.
Mukhang may kasama, party ito tsong!
Ngunit di ko inakalang isa pala itong patibong.
Agad na tinutukan ng "ice pick" sa gilid,
Dugo'y tumulo, utak ko'y namanhid.
Naguluhan sa pangyayari ano ba itong napasok ko,
O Diyos ko, ako po'y tulungan niyo.
Gripuhan daw? Gripo daw? Tubig ba ang sinasabi?
Kaunting perang naipo'y lahat nawala sa gabi.
Naguguluhan talaga ako, gamit ko'y kinuha,
Parang awa niyo na pano na ang pangarap ko sa Maynila?
Nakita ko sa malayo ang pamilyar na mamang may batuta,
Sumigaw ako ng saklolo habang napapaligiran sa bangketa.
Walang nakarinig, dahil sa perang isinuksok sa kanyang bulsa,
Perang noo'y nasa bulsa ko sana.
Tumingin siya nang bahagya,
Ngunit tila'y walang nakita.
Patay-mali sa ginawa,
At dali-daling umalis sa eksena.
Mabilis ang pangyayari, nawala ang lahat
Nasaan ang hustisya kung san nararapat?
Nalinlang ng isang mamang may batuta,
Mabuting loob, mali ang inakala.
Misis, konting barya lang ho, pangkain lang ho.
Ser, pangsimula lang ho ng maaring negosyo.
Nong, patawad ho di na mauulit ang panloloko.
Bok, may binebenta ako, gusto mo ng damo?
AYAN NA ANG NAGING PANGARAP KO.
Found this article interesting. It's very useful especially for graduating students looking for which career path they wish to pursue. Hope this helps. :)
http://college.us.com/s/portals/myeduseek/index_article02.php
I actually read this in a dating article. But I think its pretty much applicable to all aspects of life.
"Things that are easily acquired, obtained, or maintained, without any effort or sacrifice, lack value... it's human nature."
So don't worry if the circles around your eyes are getting larger and darker because of studying. Don't worry if your boss is pushing you over the cliff because of the extra work he gives you. After all, you'll find it more fulfilling than ever to complete something that you worked hard for. You'll find it more valuable than you first considered it to be since you laced it with your time and sweat. Just like a piggy bank, it would only be worth something if you put something in. Without the weight that comes with the coins, you'd only have plastic. Nothing more.
Atop a shelf in a little girl's room, there sat a beautiful Japanese doll in a shiny red kimono. She was named Frankie, a shortcut taken from the little girl's second name Francheska. Over the years, dust and cobwebs piled on her pretty face and shiny kimono since the little girl's mom never allowed her to play with the Japanese doll. The Japanese doll was just too delicate and too perfect. She was left there only as a display and the terrible loneliness left tears falling down her perfectly painted porcelain cheek. One day, a brave little soldier, whom all the other toys called Johnny, courageously climbed the tall shelf. He never hesitated for one second to climb that high place because he really wanted to see Frankie's smile. When he reached the top, he saw her sitting quietly in a corner. He noticed the dust and cobwebs that covered her black hair and he immediately approached her to remove it. She was shocked that there was a toy soldier beside her way up there so it couldn't have been a coincidence. He wasn't there for any other reason. He was there for her. She smiled for the first time since she was placed up there and Johnny was glad. It was love at first sight and it was this love that gave Frankie the will to go down and play with Johnny and the other toys everyday. Frankie had so much fun playing with Johnny and the other toys that she forgot about her delicateness. Playing with them covered her face and shiny red kimono with scratches and dirt. When the little girl's mom saw her in this state, she fixed and cleaned her up and placed her in another room for the meantime. Days passed that Frankie didn't see Johnny but she didn't feel as lonely as before. She devoted her time in sewing a sailor uniform for toy soldier Johnny and imagined him wearing it. She thought to herself that he really looked good and chuckled silently. A few weeks later, the little girl brought Frankie back to her room, holding her gently with the sailor uniform that Frankie sewn. The innocent little girl told Frankie stories about a new ballerina doll that her mother gave her. She said that the ballerina doll, which was named Nellie Blye after her aunt, was perfect for toy soldier Johnny since she wasn't as delicate as Frankie was. She added that they seemed to like each other too. Frankie couldn't believe what she heard and either way, she didn't want to. Yet, when she was placed back in that top shelf, she saw for herself that it was true. Toy soldier Johnny was with Nellie Blye the ballerina doll. He was looking at her the same way he looked at Frankie the first time they met. Anger filled Frankie's heart and made her push Johnny off the edge of the top shelf. Johnny managed to hold on the edge of the shelf but he was still in danger. Johnny pleaded to Frankie to help him but her anger blinded her from all reason. She stepped on toy soldier Johnny's desperate fingers and made him fall. Johnny hit the ground hard and he smashed into pieces. "Be faithful and truthful to the one you love, for love can make people do crazy things. I pushed my man off, because he's done me wrong," Frankie said quietly in tears, slowly drenching her shiny red kimono.
"I have a singaw. It make tama to my pangil. It hurts sobra."
Nyak. hahaha. ang conyo. anu naman?
Merry Christmas and a Happy new year sa inyo!
Ingat sa mga cellphone.
Happy holidays! :)
Well it got my goat
For heaven's sake!
What? A-Ha!
See something's come over
The people around here
They never leave their comfort zone
What? A-ha!
They seem not to care
So try to steer clear
As the legend goes
Of the mystery house
The old man in his basement chained
A monster in the cabinet
A creature of habit
Incredibly inevitable
Incredibly strange
Ever since the day
Just like a parade
When the old man moved to town
The people started losing track
Of important things they'd known
And folks 'round here lost the will
To get things done at all
Ask someone what went wrong
They'll say it's not their fault
So when you're feeling mighty low
Not just a little, but a lot
You realize you're all messed up
But don't feel bad
A voice inside your head says
It's not your fault
The Thing
That climbs into your head at night
The Thing
With selfish teeth and greedy eyes
The Thing
That helps you escape your mistake
The Thing
There's something else that you can blame
THE THING IN THE BASS AMP
He unleashed the beast on the people
When it hit no one cried or screamed
They all went about their business
Getting back to the front of the TV screen
Now the thing, he's part of your
He'll keep your pride alive
And who are they to accuse you?
I guess they think that thing's a lie!
It's a lie!
It's a lie!
It's a lie!
It's a lie!
So when you're feeling mighty low
Not just a little, but a lot
You realize you're all messed up
But don't feel bad
A voice inside your head says
It's not your fault
The Thing
That climbs into your head at night
The Thing
With selfish teeth and greedy eyes
The Thing
That helps you escape your mistake
The Thing
There's something else that you can blame
It's alive!
It's alive!
It's a lie!
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