Miyerkules, Mayo 12, 2010

Ang Huling Paalam

Minsa’y nalulungkot, minsa’y nagsasaya


Sa bawat sandaling aking naaalala

Parang kailan lang klase’y nag-umpisa

Ngayon ay tapos na maiiwan ang barkada



Mga ngiti’t tawana’y di malilimutan

Mga iyaka’t harutan sadyang nasa isipan

Paghingi ng papel na nagkakadamutan

Ang pagtatakip ng ilong tuwing may ututan



Minsa’y nagkakapaltukan ng mga basahan

Na sinasabayan ng mga tugtugan

Kapag prinsipal ay nararamdaman

Kay bilis ng ating mga takbuhan



Kayhirap bigkasin ng katagang paalam

Lalo na’t pinatutungkulan ating pagkakaibigan

Sa apat na taong ating pinagsamahan

Kayo’y di malilimot magpakailanman

A Piece Of Yesterday

It was two years ago when the final countdown was hold. We were in fourth year high school that time in a 3-storey building, simple classroom and simple corridor. It was our last year of a long hardship that we put in our high school days and it was probably meant the end of our friendship that we nurture since the beginning of our little dreams.




Some of us were excited to leave the high school life, some were eager to face the new beginning of life in college and some expressed their grievances and loneliness with saying that they didn’t know what would be their lives after graduation without their friends and peers.

While some of us were talking about the end of the road, one day my mapeh teacher ordered us to make a presentation which was our last performance in stage in front of our teachers and the students. It was a hard performance that we did rehearse with earnest enthusiasm and with our utmost performance.



We rehearse in my classmate house that has a wide space that able we to do the absurd, grotesque and annoying performance which made the tears of everyone fell down. It was not a jest to spend a lot of time in our rehearsal because the sun gave us a scorching heat that made us too dark while our stomach was in the state of hunger.



Before the last two days, circumstances and problems tested us. Some were quarreled and disgusted. But even that was happened, nobody got left behind. We continued our rehearsal until the day we waited was come.



All of us were ready. We were excited yet nervous or happy yet emotional. We were minded that after that day the next thing to happen was our graduation. It was Thursday afternoon of March 13, 2008. We called the event as a “DIAMOND’D FAREWELL PRESENTATION.” The program started with the doxologies with the accompaniment of the songs “Shout to the Lord” and “We’ll Follow You.” Right after that, our dancers’ classmate started to impress the audience with their songs “Low” by Florida and “Bartender” by Akon. A very nice imitation of the commercial “Lucky Me” brought down the house and the two big events that we prepared was seen. The first was our heart-rending interpretation of the song “Bulag, Pipi at Bingi.” The final part was our chanted that was all about to our characters with a poem that we offered to our beloved teachers who gave us a lot of knowledge and stood as our second mom. Immediately, after the performance, unexpected thing happened. Everybody cried, hugged and said goodbyes to each other. Some of us were reconciled and gave their promises, remembrance and letters.



The day of all days was come. The day of our last sits in our chairs that had been a part of our everyday lives, our “GRADUATION DAY.” That was so emotional and memorable. Every one of us was happy because we made it but some were sad. In the middle of the program it seemed so grotesque because of a wrong song that was played. Instead of “I’ll Be There” by Aiza Seguerra, it was by Mariah Carey which compelled us to sing acappella.



The night after our graduation was the night of love confession. Some were talked earnestly, some were still had no courage to confess and some were confessed their love inside “THE TENT.”

That was just a story of a new beginning. We had to face the life after that and we had to prepare for more difficult circumstances. After our high school life some were disappeared, some were continued to love and to break, some were forgotten and some still celebrating a simple occasion as a symbol of unity and our friendship.



I, myself, the one who always not to forget, is writing a blog to reminisce the memories of our past. My purpose is to make everyone to recall about our past that had been a part of their selves and to help me find the “OTHER PIECES OF YESTERDAY.”

Ang Matsing

Itong matsing mahilig sa saging


Madalas maglambitin sa mahabang baging

Wala syang ginawa kundi ang kumain

Kaya sumakit ang kanyang ngipin



Nang sya'y kukuha ng maraming piling

Biglang nawala masarap na saging

Kaya't ang ulo'y biglang napailing

At kanyang nakita maitim na kuting



Senyales pala ito ng isang pagdating

Ng mukhang tingting na si Mang Berting

Siya ay apo ni Juling at anak ni Biring

Na may ari ng Baranggay Ningning



Nang huhulihin ni Berting ang matsing

Siya ay biglang napaatsing

Matsing pala'y may dalang anting-anting

Kaya't kanyang naisahan ang kawawang si Berting

A Famous Life

A pleasant morning approaches me. This day is expected to be the day of happiness and compliment the same as the other days which passed. I am now heading to school but inevitably, a lot of my die-hard fans lingering around and greet me even I don’t know them. This is the natural cycle of my everyday life. A lot of autographs, taking pictures and sending smiles that make them shivering and shrieking.




When I am near at the entrance of school, a lot of girls take their own position to be the first to see and greet me. Even the girls which I had relationship and I made cry before is still there waiting and hoping for me.



When my professor is calling me to answer her questions, the room seems to be a stadium because of strenuous screaming and shivering that always make the class suspended.



When I am back home, I am so annoying when my mom ordering me to go to grocery store. The reason is when I am going to store a lot of fans especially girls are lingering and following me. That’s why it takes almost three hours at the store before I come back home because of people who want to have my autographs and requesting to have an immortalize image with me.



But to be famous is not easy. Sometimes it makes me dreary. Sometimes I don’t know how to divide my time for my two hundred fifty six girlfriends that are always at EDSA and indulging to see my billboards that cause a long traffic.



Sometimes to be famous is to be busy. Sometimes I have to disguise and I always have to smile in front of public even deep inside I have a problem. This is how to live in famous life. It’s happy, great, tiresome and sometimes sad.



One day, my mom awakened me due to a long nightmare. And then that time I woke up with factuality. All of that was just a dream. The famous life that I want to have is just a product of my imagination. I’m always looking for the attention of people and dreaming to be famous in the world. All of that was just a ridiculous dream that is still hard to succeed.