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A Poem for RAI
April 14, 2010
GOD WANTED HIM TO LIVE
RestyAcostaIbañez
There he goes like those summer days gone unremembered
His feet juggled through the mountain rocks
His solid arms carried the troubles of the heart
And his memory’s now been rigged to the pictures of the past
He’s not the same boy who cries under that blue blanket
Or the guy who throw pebbles by the lake
He’s not that nerd looking geek who always carries his books
Like they were meant to be his best friends forever
Tomorrow he’s moving on to a new place
Where some old things will see some new faces
When everything seemed gone like the a morning’s mist
He had taken it in his heart for God wanted him to live
He packed up those old boxes under his old bed
In a room he had always wear clothes shaded with red
When he had no other choice but to live for what’s been there
And wait for graces to be laid down on his front door
As he stepped on those stairs that will lead him down
And leave the place that sometimes made him frown
He felt like everything’s finally meet it’s time
There’s no holding back and tears will be just for kids
That old place where he almost died each time he lost his faith
Is just one piece of a memory to be kept unremembered,
Stories drawn on his diary will be left hidden, seemed unwritten
Losing old friends will never hurt him, everything’s good to end like nothing
God wants him to take on a new ride where he’ll see life at its best
Where he’ll forget everything that hurt him, bury down all the bitterness
Forgive his self and the people that made him see life at its worst
Growing up not growing old like he should have always did.
For God will always want him to live, build his faith, forgive and forget.
HoMeSiCk
February 16, 2010
I could have been lonelier watching those couples making their way home on a cold Valentine’s Day if not for one thing that for some time keeps on slipping on this seemingly asleep mind. I knew I still have my viewpoints on love (it matters a lot for me) and definitely I wouldn’t want to grab a heart to love in return instantly for the sake of draining away this solitary feeling. Yet somehow, I’ve felt devastated. It seemed like I would’ve have just wanted to get home and take a long sleep. Probably, I’d wished for one dream that could’ve possibly answered my questions these days.
I’m certainly falling in love with this one great song from a band called “Mercy Me.” I guess this explains my temporary drama on this solitude. I’m posting a video and an mp3 file of the song. Hope someone out there could relate even a bit of this throbbing nostalgia. I say, May we all get to have some faith while we we’re not yet home………
Mercy Me - Homesick (Mercy Me)
Homesick
Mercy Me
You’re in a better place, I’ve heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I’ve rejoiced for you
But the reason why I’m broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you
I close my eyes and I see your face
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
I’ve never been more homesick than now
Help me Lord cause I don’t understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I’ll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I’m still here so far away from home
I close my eyes and I see your face
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
I’ve never been more homesick than now
In Christ, there are no goodbye
And in Christ, there is no end
So I’ll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again
And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home’s where my heart is then I’m out of place
Lord, won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won’t you give me strength to make it through somehow
I’ve never been more homesick than now
Waking UP
November 21, 2009i’m on a break..(lol)..still writing some really great post but i’m doing great on all the new things i have at the moment..changes are coming and i’m perfectly fine with it…
here are the OR videos from their brand new album..”Waking Up.”..sana may magbigay sa akin ng copy nito sa pasko..or pag di nman..may mahagilap ako..i have Play On na pla..and it really rocks..great album from Carrie..watch out for my reviews sa mga sunod na posts…
Meanwhile,ito muna mga videos ng OR..for All the Right MOves and Secrets..great songs…i love them…check out their album as well..be a fan like me….it’s a break from country so to speak…try them…
ALL THE RIGHT MOVES
SECRETS
Play On
November 4, 2009 Carrie’s new CD is out. I hope i can get a copy soon.So far this one’s somehow touched me. Great Song and Great Title for the New CD. Congarats Carrie and thank God for this day. Salamt sa 24 years and i hope madami pang parating na bdays para sa akin…
“Play On”
Underwood, Natalie Hemby, Laird
What you’re gonna do when the show is over
What you’re gonna sing when the song ends
How you’re gonna cope when there is no closure
Where you’re gonna reach when the goal gets higher
How you’re gonna make it through
When you think you lost the chance
Play on
When you’re losing the game
Play on
‘Cause you’re gonna make mistakes
It’s always worth to sacrifice
Even when you think you’re wrong
So play on
Play on
Even when the flood gates swing wide open
Never let the currents sink you down, no
Even when you’re not sure where you’re going
Swimming through the mess and you can’t get out
Just going through the motions, and trying not to drown
Play on
When you’re losing the game
Play on
‘Cause you’re gonna make mistakes
It’s always worth to sacrifice
Even when you think you’re wrong
So play on
Play on
Even though it’s the storm on the darkest night
Don’t you ever give up the fight
Even when you feel you’re all alone
Play on
Play on
Play on
When you’re losing the game
Play on
‘Cause you’re gonna make mistakes
It’s always worth to sacrifice
Even when you think you’re wrong
So play on
Play on
Play on
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
TELL ME YOUR NAME
October 29, 2009 I still haven’t got Christian Bautista’s new CD and Carrie’s Play On going to be out a day before my birthday. I hope mabili ko na ung dalawa..(LOL)…ala na nman akong magawa.. Anyways, here’s the MV of Tell me Your Name,Christian’s new single. I starting to like Paula Taylor. She’s very beautiful….
Tell Me Your Name Lyrics
Tell me your name you’re lovely
Please tell me your name
Just when I thought
This would be one of those boring games
You walked into these feelings
You looked at me and smiled
My heart unfroze and started going wild
Can you imagine this
The confusion of
first love’s kiss
A return to wondering
If the magic of love was this
You merely said hello
And my mind did a stop and go
Can it possibly be
The future for me is you
Tell me your name
I must know
Won’t you tell me your name
I’m not insane
Just frightened that you might go
Don’t go please stay beside me
Wait until I can tell you all my schemes
Chasing rainbows spinning dreams
Finding someone to love like you
I’m not insane
Just frightened that you might go
Don’t go please stay beside me
Wait until I can tell you all my schemes
Chasing rainbows spinning dreams
Tell me please your name
Tell me
TEMPORARY HOME
October 23, 2009TEMPORARY HOME
Carrie Underwood - Temporary Home )
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that’ll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
[Chorus]
This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home
Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She’s lookin’ for a job, lookin’ for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we’ll find a place here in this world
[Chorus]
This is our temporary home
It’s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going
I’m not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don’t cry for me
I’ll see you all someday
He looks up and says “I can see God’s face”
[Chorus]
This is my temporary Home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home
This is our temporary home
POEMS from South Triangle
October 20, 2009i’ve got nothing really important to post…i’m getting dumb and bored i guessed..i missed the old things i’ve been doing for years and getting back on them’s quite not easy. Oh God, i missed my old circles but a week of reflection says i really ought to leave the old stuff for some really great things ahead. i’m not yet finished with my new set of poems. I hope some people i loved would love especially the one who won my heart…LOL..i’m serious…..
here’s my list of poems yet to published by the end of the year. To Tin and Fretz…i’m sure to send the copies firsthand to both of you kc importante kayo sa akin…(LOL)….
POEMS FROM SOUTH TRIANGLE
1.) If Only He’s Home
2.) If God Made My Story
3.) Himutok
4.) I loved you when you’re Gone
5.) Wide Eye Wanderer
6.) God wants me to leave
7.) The road to change
8.) These Girls Are Killing Me
9.) You’ve Taught me not to like you
10.) Someone Like Ben
11.) Tough guys don’t cry
12.) She’s not just into me
13.) A Time To Rest
14.) Love changes the way we see things
15.) Back with the boys
16.) Beating a Loser
SILENT THOUGHTS ON A DAY LIKE THIS
October 1, 200907 No Parade (Jordin Sparks)
GOOD TIME MEMORIES DEPARTING
This is cynical but sometimes good time stories are ought to find its seat to the room of history and I see them to be locked there forever. Childish thoughts once lingered in my memory but I’m dropping all of them on that ocean of forgetfulness. Let them just vanished like stories never to be told for there are far better things coming. You just have to sit on the front porch waiting for them and live for some new things while waiting. It’s a tragedy if you’ll just let yourself living your old self when everything that surrounds you changed.
ALL THE WRONG MOVES
Empty me but don’t break me. Life seemed like a glass filled with water and I’m drowning on it. Faith is lost no matter how you try to keep it and I have been with this thought a lot of times. All the right things are obviously not falling in the right places for I have been making all the wrong moves. Loving and learning to love is somewhat not compensated by being loved. It makes you sick when all that you’ve given isn’t worth even a single ray of kindness.
THE END JUSTIFIES THE MEANS?
Blame it on this burnout but at least days I’m pretending I wasn’t sick of working is almost over. I hated that it had to end like this for I was fair enough to stay within this boring circle for ten months. If by all means I was a loser then so be it. I had nothing to regret about. Only good things should be kept inside one’s memory for it will only make sense remembering how bad you’ve been. I won’t let the bad memory of leaving mess up with the good thoughts of moving on. Life goes on after all and still, there’s too many fish in the sea.
NO PARADE
Dilemma. Pointless, it seemed. I still don’t know how to end this. I just woke up crying last night. I remembered the good memories and I missed those beautiful moments. I still don’t know how to say goodbye. All these silent emotions are drowning me and I can barely breathe to speak. If it’s certain to end like this, so be it. Goodbye apathy and goodbye friendship.
NO PARADE
Jordin Sparks
I’m already looking back
I’m already looking around
Where do we get off the track?
What was it that brought us down?
I’m already waking up
Or how I’ve been to sleep too long?
Losing you is hard enough
Not knowing anything was wrong
Changes come, but where they go?
You never know
Just another day like any other
Nothing in the sky said “run for cover”
Just another reason
Never thought it would end this way
There was no parade
No lights flashing
No song to sing along the way
There was no parade
Story was supposed to last
You were never supposed to plea
Just somebody in the past
Somebody I used to see
Trouble crept up on us
A warning that never came in time
Before I knew that we were dust
Just left behind, left behind
Changes come, but where they go?
You never know
Just another day like any other
Nothing in the sky said “run for cover”
Just another reason
Never thought it would end this way
There was no parade
No lights flashing
No song to sing along the way
There was no parade
No waves crashing
There was no one else around for days
There was no parade
And after all the noise I never heard
Our last goodbye was as silent as a butterfly
There was no parade
No lights flashing
No song to sing along the way
There was no parade
No waves crashing
There was no one else around for days
There was no parade
No parade… (No parade)
PRIDE CHICKEN (with Unlimited Gravy ni Mang Tomas)
September 28, 2009 
(Kung sakaling napadaan ka rito,para sa’yo ang post na ito)
EI
RestyAcostaIbañez
ei, hanggang kelan tayo ganito
maaari mo bang sagutin ang tanong ko
kung akala mo’y OK lang sa akin ‘to
ei, maling-mali ka sa iniisip mo
hindi ko alam ba’t nangyari ‘to
hindi ko lang namalayang naiinis na ako
hindi na kasi tayo tulad ng dating tayo
iba-ibang ka na at iba na rin ako
dinudurog ang puso ko kapag iniisip ko
na aalis ako’t tikom lang ang bibig mo
ngunit hindi ko na ring aasahang ang ikaw pa’y kumibo
dahil hinayaan mo lang akong isipin kung ano ang gusto ko
ei, dito ko na lang siguro sasabihin
kahit tapos na’y happy birthday na lang bespren
wala na akong maireregalo dahil di ko na alam bibilhin
baka di mo na magustuhan at wala na sa iyong dating
andami mo nang namiss sa mga kuwento ko
at ako rin nama’y wala nang naririnig sa’yo
kung ok lang sayong ibang tenga ang nakikinig sa’yo
wala namang masama doon basta’t sana’y may alam ko
pero hanggang dito na lang siguro tayo
balang araw magkikita pa naman tayo
unahan na lang sa pagtunaw ng pride na meron tayo
tawanan na lang dahil mababaw lang lahat nito.
P.S.
Ei, jon. Ewan ko kung hanggang kelan tayo magiging pipi? Hindi rin naman tayo bulag o bingi. Kung ako nag-umpisa nito, hindi ko na alam pa’no ‘to tapusin? Magpapalunod na lang siguro ako sa baha ng Espania para sumama ang pride na meron ako. Ikaw kaya, anong gagawin mo?hmmmmmm..ambot….
IF GOD MADE MY STORY
September 25, 2009If God Made My Story
RestyAcostaIbañez
What if I found that book lying silently
On a dusted shelf of an old town library
Will I read at once to know what it says
Or I’ll close my eyes and start to pray?
I wonder what it tells on its precious pages
How it worded the pictures stored for ages
Will I get to remember those things I did
If the author tells once more of the past I’ve lived
Does it have the end of a life I’m living
Or there are missing pages that needs to be hidden
If God wrote everything about things I’m searching
Will I need to wander if I knew what I’m heading
What will be its like when He lets me see it
Will I get tangled on my past and start to regret
Skip on pages I’m not proud to read
And hurry to find out what’s there with the rest.
If that book tells me how bad I’ve been
Will I start to be good to finish its end
Will I start living a life so different
From one that I’ve wasted on worthless things
If God made my story not a time well wasted
Would life be more worthy if just have to sleep
And dreamt of things He would have to make
When all else is done, then I have to wake.
ANGELS AMONG US
September 23, 2009
An old Alabama song entitled “Angels among us” made its way to my music playlist months ago and I say it has been one of the finest country songs I’ve ever heard to date. When I actually got to hear it for the first time, I just thought it was one of an old country record fit for a good time sleep and it wouldn’t matter what it says for it sounded more of a traditional one which I seldom listens to. Yet somehow, who would trash a song with a marvelous story to tell even though it’s ancient enough for you to hear and it can even moved you when you’re captured by its lyrics. And I must say I go for songs like that.
My reminiscence to this song has been brought by something unusual that happens last week. I believe the song talks more of Jesus or someone who has been an angel for someone lost in his life’s darkest moments. I knew my story for this post couldn’t be far enough to match what the song’s story is entirely about but I felt like it somehow relates a thing or two. I’d realized there will be angels or people good enough to save us at time we desperately need them and by faith they’re definitely among us.
An unusual day ends up with a momentarily mind rest as I utter for prayers while heading home having a ride on a PUJ seemingly taking a death race. Its constant pace never bothered me at all as I ponder on one thought that I just realized moments after I packed my things for home. A precious blue pouch slipped through my pocket and may have found its way to a stranger. It happens that the small pouch used to hold important identification cards, credit and ATM cards as well as cash I spend for a day and the fact that it was lost gave me a bad day of countless reckoning how could it was possibly lost.
There seemed to be no point of blaming myself over and over for the bad story had already run its lines for that unusual day. As I gazed to every street the PUJ passed by, I was just left holding to one thing I knew I was keeping not to lose though it seemed like it would, Faith. At that moment, I knew I haven’t said the most beautiful prayer God would always love hearing but I guessed if it’s sincere enough and it’s anything that comes from the heart, it will be heard. So I just kept on repeating my prayers till I dropped by the street which leads me home.
My housemates were having a grin at me when I opened the door and immediately told me that something I owned was returned by somebody who got a hold of it probably the moment I lost it. I just have to claim it downstairs for he had handed it to our neighbors since no one was left home the time he personally delivered the thing to our address. They said he just left his phone number if I’m interested meeting him. They hand over the blue pouch to me and I immediately check its contents and fortunate to see it all complete.
To this date, I still haven’t called or leave a message to that kind stranger since our neighbor downstairs hadn’t forwarded yet the guy’s phone number. I just thanked God for someone like him and prayed he would always be blessed with the kind deed he had just done. I definitely had lessons learned from this story and this would primarily teach me to always keep a look on my things at all times but most of all, Pray for God is good all the time and he had a lot of angels sent for us.
ANGELS AMONG US
Alabama
Written by Becky Hobbs
I was walking home from school on a cold winter day.
Took a shortcut through the woods, and I lost my way.
It was getting late, and I was scared and alone.
But then a kind old man took my hand and led me home.
Mama couldn’t see him, but he was standing there.
And I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers.
Chorus
Oh I believe there are angels among us.
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours.
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.
To guide us with a light of love.
When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees.
There’s always been someone there to come along and comfort me.
A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand.
A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand.
And aint it kind of funny that at the dark end of the road.
Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope.
Chorus
They wear so many faces, show up in the strangest places.
To guide us with their mercy, in our time of need.
Chorus
To guide us with a light of love.
COWBOY CASANOVA
September 8, 2009
I had the rest of the weekends getting lots of sleep as I ponder on plans I’m about to make for the coming weeks. I have no idea what it’s going to be moving to a new place or probably a new work but let me just wait and see on what’s really going to happen next. For the mean time, I have loads of thinking yet to do and I hope I won’t messed up with things I really ought to be doing.
Last night I had been rushing on drafting a report for my big fat unlikeable boss and it wouldn’t matter to me if I stayed late for hours as I beg for brighter ideas to sink in. Sometimes I figured out things so fast given limited and rushed timelines. It’s procrastination that is quite rewarding better than having a well-versed plan or action but I guess it’s in the way we just see things that make them quick as soon as we got a hold on them.
I’m a little furious hearing the bad news on the leak of Cowboy Casanova, Carrie’s first single for Play on. It’s an upset yet it had given us fans the chance to celebrate Carrie’s newest released song to date. I had the impression that My American Idol is about to make country music get into rock not that pop thing Taylor Swift does these days. I’m a great fan of country music and I don’t have any arguments on people who tries mixing them up with another genre.
Though Carrie might have done this in Before He Cheats and Last Name, I hope Play On would embark on these kinds of country songs. Be it a totally country rocker album, I perfectly feel it would be a cool thing for Carrie. Her voice could have been better in slow tempo songs like what she did in Jesus Take the Wheel or Just a Dream but I think Carrie must thrive more on her cutting edge country rocker side and it would be great if Play On has more rock-country songs to really play on. Yet somehow, a song like Oklahoma Wind as rumored to be one of the tracks in the album is excellent to hear from Carrie.
According to news, Cowboy Casanova was supposed to be released next week but an unfinished version of the song was unfortunately leaked and Arista Nashville rushed its full release to radio channels. I really hoped the song’s video be released as soon as possible to complement its chart performance. To date, its holds the no. 35 slot on the Billboard Charts and I believe it would even soar high for the coming weeks. I just love the way country music blended with a bit of rock as Carrie’s voice harmonize with its sound. This is one sure fire hit.
Just like Before He Cheats, some guys are quite bad enough that they don’t deserved to be loved and girls who are fooled learned their lessons enough that they may say you better run for your life. Here’s Cowboy Casanova. You may also check out the link below to hear updates on Carrie. Congratulations to Carrie, Brett James and Mike Elizondo for this great song. To all of Carrie’s fans out there, be sure to check out “Play On” on November third.
http://www.carrieunderwoodofficial.com
Carrie Underwood - Cowboy Cassanova [2009 Official Single] (Carrie Underwood)
COWBOY CASANOVA
Mike Elizondo, Brett James, Carrie Underwood.
You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease
You’re running, you’re trying, you’re trying to hide
And you’re wondering why you can’t get free
He’s like a curse, he’s like a drug
You get addicted to his love
You wanna get out but he’s holding you down
‘Cause you can’t live without one more touch
[Chorus]
He’s a good time cowboy casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
Looks like a cool drink of water
But he’s candy-coated misery
He’s the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don’t want to fight
You better run for your life
I see that look on your face
You ain’t hearing what I say
So I’ll say it again
‘Cause I know where you been
And I know how it ends
You can’t get away
Don’t even look in his eyes
He’ll tell you nothing but lies
And you wanna believe
But you won’t be deceived
If you listen to me
And take my advice
(Chorus)
Run run away
Don’t let him mess with your mind
He’ll tell you anything you want to hear
He’ll break your heart
It’s just a matter of time
But just remember
(Chorus)
Oh you better run for your life
DALAMHATI SA DALAMPASIGANG TIGIB NG BASAG NA KABIBI
August 28, 2009
Ang paborito kong libro ay tahimik na nakasara habang naghihintay na muling mabasa kasama ng mga librong tinambak ko sa magulong lamesa ng aming kuwarto. Minsan kapag hindi panatag ang aking isip, na madalas mangyari ngayong mga nag-daang buwan ay hinuhugot ko ang libro sa sulok na kanyang inuokupa upang magnakaw ng minutong balikan ang mga kuwentong kahit paano’y nakapagpapabago ng tingin ko sa mundo. May isang kuwento rito na nagsasabing ang panaginip ay isang bintana na may gustong ipahiwatig at madalas ang taong tulog ang nagdidikta ng larawang gusto niyang makita. Kung hindi man, ang panaginip ay nagpapakita ng mukha ng isang kahapon o kinabukasang pikit ang ating mga mata sa mga nangyari o mangyayari pa. Sa personal kung pang-unawa’y, kinakausap tayo ng Diyos sa pamamagitan nito at nasa sa atin na lang kung paano natin Siya matitingnan sa pigura ng isang tao, bagay o lugar na sa atin ay isang estranghero.
Dala ng isang panaginip na tila tumiyempo sa lagay ng kasalukuyang estado ng isip ko ang nais na ibahagi ng post na ito. Sa madalang kong pag-idlip ng humigit kumulang isang oras lamang ay doon ako madalas nakatatanda ng panaginip na salat sa hinagap ko ang malalim na nais nitong ipahiwatig. Kung may kongkreto nga lang akong interpretasyon ng mga panaginip ko at talagang mangyayari ang mga nakikita sa bawat pag-idlip ko’y hindi ako mapag-iisip pa ng kung anu-ano. Sabi nga isang kaibigan ay normal lang na sa mga taong tulad ko ang mapalaginip dahil sensitibo ang emosyon at bukas ang isip ko sa lahat ng mga kuwento ng buhay. Ang taong mulat sa sining ng pagsusulat ay sumisilip sa lahat ng posibilidad ng anumang kwentong maaring likhain ng kanyang puso at isip. Minsan ang imahinasyon ng taong gising ay nadadala rin niya maging sa himbing ng kaniyang pagtulog. Ngunit ayokong isiping laging ganito na lang ang takbo ng mundo ko dahil hindi ko rin namang gustong may iniisip ako lagi at marahil ang larawan ng isang dalampasigan ay repleksiyon ng kung ano man sa ngayo’y ang totoong nasa saloobin ko . Pagod na ako.
Mataas man ang sikat na araw ay hindi ko ramdam ang tindi ng matinding init nito habang naglalakad ako sa dalampasigang balot ng puting buhangin. Banayad na ihip ng hangin ang humahampas sa mukha ko habang payapang dumarating sa pampang ang mabibigat na hampas ng alon. Naroon ako at nakalingon sa kalayuan ngunit ang tanging naaabot ng paningin ko’y ang kalawakan ng dagat na malinaw na kinokopya ang bughaw na kulay ng ulap sa itaas. Ang maputing buhangin ay kumikislap kapag tumatama ang sikat ng araw at ang bawat tapak ng mga hubad kong paa’y nag-iiwan ng marka sa kaniyang mukha. Balot ako ng puting damit na yari sa hiblang malambot at bahagyaang natatangay ng hangin kapag umiiihip ito sa aking direksiyon. Maya-maya pa’y nakaramdam ako ng pagod at sumilong sa isang puno habang umupo sa buhanginan. Ang tanging ginawa ko’y tumingin muli sa kalayuan at pinagmasdan ang dalampasigang nais ko mang lusungin ay napuno ng takot ang dibdib ko kaalinsabay ng pag-aalinlangang wala ring magagawa ang tangka kong paghakbang rito. Mangyari, ang dalampasiga’y tigib ng nagkalat at basag na kabibi at maging ang malinaw na dagat ay puno rin nito. Ang dalamhati ng pag-iisa’y ramdam habang nakapangalumbabang iniisip ang dugong iaalay sa dalampasigang malusong man lang ang dakong hindi alam ang hantungan.
Ginising ako ng ingay ng yabag ng mga sapatos ng taong pabalik-balik sa loob ng aming kuwarto upang magbihis. Ang amoy ng ibinubugang pabango sa katawan niyang parang tadtad na na kung anong ipinapahid niya’y lumaganap sa kuwartong parang lata ng sardinas na siksik ng karamihan ng damit ng mga nanahan rito, kasama na ako. Kung puwede ko nga lang balikan ang panaginip na iyon at malaman ang gagawin ng aking pigura matapos ang umupo sa dalampasigan ay maaaring hindi ako balisa na simulan ang araw sa isang tila nagmamadaling mundo ng South Triangle. Dalawang linggo na ring dinadalaw ang isip ko ng pagpapalit ng direksyon sa kasalukuyan kong kinalalagyan. Bagong lugar,bagong mga taong pakikisamahan at maging ng propesyong kinabibilangan. Waring nawawala na ang pangarap kong humabol sa mailap na lisensya ko at lumihis na lang ng landasing mas magiging masaya ako. Pakiramdam ko’y napag-iwanan na ako at ang tanging nagawa sa mahigit na dalawang taon ng pagsilong sa bubong ng tila impiyernong-paraisong Noval ay ang umasa sa wala at umani ng kabiguan sa lahat ng aspeto ng buhay. Sa trabaho. Sa pamilya. Sa Pag-ibig at maging ng sa mga Kaibigan. Hinayaan ko lang na umikot ang pagkakataon habang sinasaktan niya ako sa mga pangyayaring waring tumanganga lang dahil mahina’t walang alam kundi ang magdasal ng araw-araw habang ang sarili’y tila isang kandilang natutunaw at natitibag ang pananalig. Ang tiwala sa magagandang pangyayari’y napaparam tulad ng sa pagsasayaw ng isang apoy habang hinihipan ng nagbibirong hangin.
May isang bagay na sigurado akong nais Niyang gawin ko at kung gagawin ko man ito sa mga susunod na araw ay sana’y hindi ako masaktan o makasakit ng iba. Kung babalikan ko ang mga bagay na hindi ko naayos dalawang taon na ang nakalipas ay dadalhin ko lamang ang mga bagay na nagturo sa aking magkaroon ng tamang pagtingin sa lahat ng bagay, masama man o mabuti. Kung tatalukbong man ulit ako sa ilalim ng asul na kumot habang bumabagsak ang ulan sa bubong ng bahay ko’y, hahayaan ko lang na umagos ito ngunit hindi ko na muling hahayaang pasukin nito ang mahina kong loob. Kung pakikinggan ko muli ang mga awiting inimbak ko’t isinilid sa mga lumang minus one tapes na sa ngayon ay mahirap nang hagilapin sa luma naming bahay ay mararamdaman ko marahil ang payapang hatid ng pananatili na lamang sa dalampasigang pinakita ng aking panaginip. Kung pipilitin kung pumasok at sumilong sa kubo ng taong tinuring kong estranghero sa mahigit nang limang taon ay mababalikan pa kaya namin ang mga kuwentong nakaligtaan naming pag-usapan sa pagdaan ng mga taon. Kung gaano man kagulo ang isip ko’y, alam kong ang dalampasigang iyon ay isang pahiwatig ng isang bagong ako at nawa’y Makita ko na iyon sa mga susunod na araw.
OKLAHOMA WIND
July 17, 2009
I’m really excited for Carrie’s third album and I can’t wait for November to pull in though that would add up another count for my age. (LOL!) An online fan site claims Carrie Underwood’s pilot single for her upcoming album is entitled, “Oklahoma Wind” co written by Carrie with Bill Anderson and Jon Randall. I’ve got a demo from the internet and the song’s quite good to hear especially if sung by someone of great vocal abilities like Carrie.
In addition to Oklahoma Wind, the following tracks were rumored to be among those included Carrie’s yet-to-be titled third album. Carrie is still at work on her third album and as a result, more co-writes of hers are being listed on the BMI website. She is really writing a ton for this next album! Below are some more song titles that have been released that may show up on the third album in the fall.
- BUTTERFLIES Mike Elizondo, Brett James,Carrie Underwood
- COME CATCH ME Barry Dean, Carrie Underwood,
- COWBOY CASANOVA Mike Elizondo, Brett James, Carrie Underwood.
- FAITH HOPE LOVE Mike Elizondo, Brett James, Carrie Underwood.
- HE RIDES AWAY Mike Elizondo, Brett James, Carrie Underwood.
- IMAGINARY FRIEND Brett James, Ashley Monroe, Carrie Underwood.
- LITTLE RED FLAGS Natalie Hemby, Luke Laird, Carrie Underwood.
- PLAY ON Natalie Hemby, Luke Laird, Carrie Underwood.
- STARTING NOW Barry Dean, Travis Meadows, Carrie Underwood.
- SWEET TALKER Barry Dean, Carrie Underwood, Troy Verges.
- THIS SONG IS NOT ABOUT YOU Marcus Hummon, James Darrell Scott, Carrie Underwood.
- TOO YOUNG TO KNOW Luke Laird, Hillary Lindsey, Carrie Underwood.
- WAITING ON GOODBYE Barry Dean, Wendell Mobley, Carrie Underwood.
- WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR FRIDAY NI(ght) Marcus Hummon, James Darrell Scott, Carrie Underwood.
- ILL BE THE DJ Ashley Gorley, Carrie Underwood, Kelley Lovelace.
Back to
Listen to Oklahoma Wind and give your own interpretation. After all country music is somewhat profound and sometimes we don’t know exactly what it wants to tell. It’s like a poem or letter written in mysterious words by a passionate writer.
(Bill Anderson, Jon Randall, Carrie Underwood)
I leaned upon a fencepost and watched that cloud of dust
Billow through the wheat fields behind his old blue truck
I stood there for hours and I watched that windmill spin
While all my dreams were scattered by the Oklahoma wind
I shook off the cold and crawled back into bed
I could smell his cologne on a pillow by my head
Outside I saw a robin on an ancient oak tree limb
But her song was stolen by the Oklahoma wind
Chorus:
I guess I should have seen it coming
And heard the thunder in the clouds
I tried to make him change direction
But I couldn’t tie him down
Every time I think he’s here to stay
he blows away again
It’s like stopping the rain, trying to tame the Oklahoma wind
Someday the dust will settle but I can’t wait that long
I need to find a quiet place and shelter from the storm
I know it won’t be long before he comes rolling in
But I’ll be gone, moving on like the Oklahoma wind
(Chorus)
Every time I think he’s here to stay
he blows away again
It’s like stopping the rain or trying to tame the Oklahoma wind
I can’t stop the rain and I can’t tame the Oklahoma wind.
EAST To WEST
June 22, 2009
East to West
Casting Crowns
Songwriters: Mark Hall & Bernie Herms
Here I am, Lord, and I’m drowning in your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
I don’t want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind, keeps me awake tonight
I know You’ve cast my sin as far as the east is from the west
And I stand before You now as though I’ve never sinned
But today I feel like I’m just one mistake away from You leaving me this way
Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west
’cause I can’t bear to see the man I’ve been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
’cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
I start the day, the war begins, endless reminding of my sin
Time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I’m in
Today I feel like I’m just one mistake away from You leaving me this way
I know You’ve washed me white, turned my darkness into light
I need Your peace to get me through, to get me through this night
I can’t live by what I feel, but by the truth Your word reveals
I’m not holding on to You, but You’re holding on to me
You’re holding on to me
Jesus, You know just how far the east is from the west
I don’t have to see the man I’ve been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
’cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
One scarred hand to the other
From one scarred hand to the other
BARRIO BERKS
June 16, 2009
Tambak na ng mga mensahe ang aking Friendster inbox na may katagalan na ring hindi ko nababasa. Sa totoo lang wala na rin naman na akong ganang i-update o icheck ang aking account dahil puro uploading lang ng mga bagong litrato ang lagi kong ginagawa. Hindi
Speaking of long time gone friends, sila ang mga bida sa post na ito ngayon. Nitong mga nagdaang buwan, karamihan ng mga messages ko sa Friendster ay nanggaling sa mga familiar at strange names na surprisingly ay mga kabarkada ko mula pa sa barriong kinalakhan ko. May mga nangangamusta at nagtatanong kung nasaan na ako ngayon, ano ang phone number ko at address ko sa Maynila. Nakakatuwang nagagawa talaga ng friendster ang purpose nitong maghanapan ang mga magkakaibigang tila nagkawalaan. Wish ko lang na sana’y may account din ang iba pang mga kaibigan ko dito para naman makumusta ko rin sila pero malamang ang Facebook na rin ang bida sa iba sa kanila.Sina Chuck, Ara, Chad, Caramel, Marco, Elsie at Sam ang mabibigyan ko muna sa ngayon ng kuwento. Tsaka na lang ang the rest of my childhood berks. Kapag sinipag ulit akong magsulat at hindi gaanong busy-bisihan ang drama ay malamang maibibida ko rin sila sa post na gagawin ko.
Sa totoo lang ay malaki na ang atraso ko sa mga childhood barkadas ko. After nang highschool ay malimit na ako maglalabas-labas ng bahay kasama sila. Hindi naman talaga ako mahilig gumala. Kahit noon pa ma’y sila na ang dumadalaw ng bahay upang gugulin ang oras ng tila walang puknat na huntahan, kainan, videoke, o kaya’y movie marathon. Medyo bawal nga lang ang alak sa bahay kaya’t hindi madalas ang inuman sa bahay. Anupama’y kontento na kami sa kung anong meron at ok na rin siguro na di kami naging palainom. Naisip kung gastos din lang naman kung minsan iyon at nung mga panahong iyon ay at ang kaibigan kong si Chuck rin lang ang galanteng gumastos para sa RH na favorite ng lahat.
Masasabi kong si Chuck ang pinakamalapit kong kaibigan. Bukod sa literal na magkalapit lang ang mga bahay namin ay siya ang puntahan ko kapag boring sa bahay at wala akong makausap. Ganoon din naman kasi ang ginagawa niya dahil pareho kaming “Only BoY” sa pamilya. Naalala pa kaya niya ang madalas niyang pagkuha sa aking chaperone kapag akyatan ng ligaw ang lakad niya? Ang pagpapakita niya sa akin kay tweety bird nang binyagan na siya noong Grade Five? At ang tila addict niyang trip na maligo sa ulan habang nag-bibike at saka mag-yayaya at manggigising kahit na oras ng siesta tuwing hapon? Naalala ko siya madalas kapag umuuwi ako ng probinsya lalo na kapag napapalingon ako sa balkonahe nila na madalas niyang tambayan. Ngayo’y madalang na rin siyang umuwi at sa Bulacan na lang nalalagi kasama ng pamilya niya.
Ang katamaran kong magbitbit ng payong ang madalas solusyonan ni Ara, ang isa sa mga bestfriends kong babae. Siya yong tipo na madalas kainisan lalo na ng mga babae sa school dahil maraming naiinsecure sa pagiging “crush ng bayan” niya. Resort niya tuloy ang maging “one of the boys” na lang at kung meron mang siyang close na girls,iilan lang. Naalala ko noong umiyak sa akin dahil natalo siya sa school elections. Napersonal kasi siya sa campus. Halatang malaking population ng girls ang bomoto sa kalaban niya. Natatawa na lang akong isipin na kahit talo siya sa election ay nilalampaso niya sa mga school pageant ang insecure sa kaniyang mga girls at mga asungot ng barkada nila. Kami lang ni Agen ang prominent na friends niya at medyo takot namang lumapit sa amin ang mga kung sino mang”Ara Haters” sa Campus. Nakakatawa rin kung minsan na bigla na lang may loveletter siya sa bag at bulaklak na galing sa mga obvious na mukhang kurimao na admirers niya.
Si
Ang mga malalalim na biloy ni Caramel at kakaiba niyang pagbigay ng codenames sa lahat ng classmates namin at maging ng mga kinaiinisan nyang schoolmates at teachers ang madalas kong maalala sa kaniya. Sikreto naming dalawa kung sino si Pugad O. at Baka M. Sila kasi ang mga rivals namin sa academic ranking. Ang mga prominent na alyas na kinakabit sa mga classmates namin ay kadalasang siya rin ang origin. Madalas siya ang secretary sa mga school organizations bukod sa sobrang ganda niyang penmanship ay active siya sa mga extracurricular activities. Sila ni Chuck ang masasabi kong mas updated sa naging college life ko at madalas mangamusta kapag may cellphone load sila.
Si Marco ang “Mr. Bully” na madalas maraming kabangga sa klase lalo na noong elementary. Kahit minsa’y wala naman kaming naging bangayan dahil sa tingin ko’y totoong kapag naging mabait ka sa mga taong presko, mag-iiba sila ng attitude pagdating sa’yo. Siya iyong madalas na misunderstood pero wala siyang pakialam sa iniisip at sinasabi ng iba sa kanya. Kapag nakikita ko ang pilat sa kaliwang tuhod ko ay naalala ko ang nerbiyos sa mga mata niya noong sumabit ang paa ko sa bakod na yari sa kawayan. Natatawa akong isiping nakombinse ko siyang itago ang aksidente sa adviser namin sa takot kong mapagalitan. Nasa ibang school kasi kami noon para sa isang writing workshop at ang pagiging magalain namin ang rason sa pagkakasugat ng kaliwang tuhod ko. Sa Mama ko na lang nalaman ng teacher ko ang nangyari.
Pinsan ni
Si Sam, ang kapareho kong payatot. Siya ang pinakamaganda sa NECS. Napaisip lang ako kung buhay pa ang puno ng kaimito kung saan siya nalaglag? Siya na yata ang pinakathoughtful kong kaklase dahil masipag siyang magdala ng prutas na meryenda tuwing hapon. Isa rin siyang kuwela at doon sila nagkakasundo ni Elsie. Katulad pa rin kaya siya ng dati?
Haay..Kung puwede nga lang bumalik sa mga oras na kasama ko sila. Ang mga panahong ang pagiging “happy-go-lucky” ay parang walang katapusan. Iyong mga pagkakataong wala kang pinoproblema kundi ang mga quizzes at exams, iyong isasagot ng pinopormahan mo sa’yo o kaya’y saan puwedeng tumambay kapag bumabagyo dahil walang pasok. Mga simpleng problema na panandalian lang solusyonan. Hindi tulad ng kasalukuyang mundo na araw-araw kong ginagalawan na kelangang seryosohin ang bawat diskarte dahil hindi na ako bata at hindi dapat nagpapeteks-peteks. Iyon naman na rin kasi ang hinihingi ng panahon at ang mga nakagawia’y maluluma na rin ng panahon. Ang pagbabago’y nandiyan at tuloy tuloy lang iyan nang hindi mo namamalayan.
Jars of Clay
June 1, 2009 Tea And Sympathy
Jars of Clay
Fare thee well
Trade in all our words for tea and sympathy
Wonder why we tried, for things that could never be
Play our hearts lament, like an unrehearsed symphony
Not intend
To leave this castle full of empty rooms
Our love the captive in the tower never rescued
And all the victory songs
Seem to be playing out of tune
But it’s not the way
That it has to be
Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy
‘Cause it’s not the way
That it has to be
You begin
And all your words fall to the floor and break like china cups
And the waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up
I reach for my tea and slowly drink in
Chorus:
‘Cause it’s not the way
That it has to be
Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy
‘Cause it’s not the way
That it has to be
Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy
So fare thee well
Words the bag of leaves that fill my head
I could taste the bitterness and call the waitress instead
She holds the answer, smiles and asks one teaspoon or two
Chorus x2
Don’t trade us for tea and sympathy
Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy
We can work it out
Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy
Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy
We can work it out
Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy
We can work it out
When Jealousy Hits Sensitivity
Mr Sensitive (David Cook) This was taken from Mr. Sensitive’s page written nights ago when the rain run down the roof of his seemingly empty house.
Day 24. Page 47.
“This odd feeling seemed to have passed like a breeze which had left quite fast the moment it hit me. I hated it at first but I’ve come to realize that it’s all part of letting go. Forgetting is something uneasy to bear but when you’ve figured out there’s more to life that matters more than what you think, all ends well and something starts better.”
Take that quote as what this post heartily wants to talk about. I believe it only boils down to one obvious point I was ashamed to admit, Jealousy. Never had I imagined being caught up in this mire but sometimes what we don’t want to admit even to ourselves hurt us the more we ignore it.
I don’t want to lay down the details of how come I’ve been burdened by the feeling. I’ll just keep them unwritten or unspoken as long as I could hold them back. Let me just speak out all emotions, this mindless sensitivity had made me feel. It honestly kills me when I thought about it this for the past few days. If not for two close friends, I couldn’t even smile and laugh about it.
Sometimes I felt betrayed and these questions searched answers so silently asked by lips sealed on mute microphone. What if you’re trying to be the best for someone and suddenly you felt tired about it? Would that someone throw out all that you’ve given and see you as nothing but someone to forget of? Sometimes things that you ought to receive were just laid down to someone else? Wouldn’t you be jealous? Wouldn’t you lose your trusting heart? If all that you’ve shown wouldn’t even be given responses, wouldn’t you just stop doing things you would love to do?
If each single day projects a picture to be just wary of losing bonds, then not holding on seems fit for a jealous heart to find its peace. If small things have all build up like huge mountains, then the only way to get down from it is learning to take a step backwards. I remember what the pink lady always told me about everyone she meets. They all just come and go. Everything’s just a coincidence and you can never really find real friends who stays, even the best one leaves.
Time to sleep. Diary closed.
P.S. Here’s one song I find myself being one lately.
Mr. Sensitive
David Cook
Song Words by Artist / Band : David Cook, Raine Maida
Music Genre : Rock
Day in and day out
Watch him scream watch him shout
Through the silence, through the silence
Give him ears give him eyes
Give some point to the cries and the violence
Oh, the violence
Hear him scream your name
I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
the words, he’ll never let the words
Get the best of him
Get the best of him
This city feels low against the gleam and the glow
Of his diligence, to their elegance
Just feel anger, feel pain, feel the sun and the rain
Just feel something, oh feel something
Hear him scream your name
I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
the words
He’ll never let the words
Get the best of him
Take all the stones, the bricks, and bones
He didn’t stand a chance they said
A little boy, the world in show
But ignorance is bliss
I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
The one who never let the worst get the best of him
I would like to introduce Mr. Sensitive
The one who never let the worst get the best of him
Get the best of him
Get the best of him
A PoeM FoR ArT
May 18, 2009
LOSING MY BEST
Resty Acosta Ibañez
His old gray faded blanket he seldom folds
Those brown pillows he used to throw at me
The snores so loud he makes at night
The way he sung each time he wakes up
Not realizing the noise he does
I’m missing everything about him today
Like watching raindrops on a cold September day.
We used to chat on those books we both fancied
Stuck with reality shows, come up with bets.
We walked together the road that leads home
Wait for a cab on different stations.
If only time would turn back on those moments
I’ll be glad to be a child, not growing up for a second.
I wonder if he still remembers how our roads met halfway
When it seemed we’re on tracks of different ways,
It’s funny how time made us the best of friends
Though I thought were just strangers on an express train
No choices but to take seats on an empty compartment
Left alone but to talk together to ease the boredom of silence
The man that he is, I’ve been used to through years
Those Harry Potter series we didn’t fail to miss
When his bored and dull, he resorts to making sketches
Writing words spoken wrong on a notebook’s page
Then we’ll laugh so loud when no one hears us
Talks with our own language, some people were strange at.
But he isn’t like one who comforts me when I’m sad,
He lived not being bothered when I’m troubled so bad,
To some he isn’t one who fits, what a best buddy truly is,
Yet when I looked at those times, when I wandered by myself,
It’s great he’d filled those circles I’ve roamed through years,
With him somehow I’ve been good, I’ve ignored my miseries
And that’s probably the reason, I’ve treated him my best…
I wonder if he’ll drop a message just to say hi or hello,
He seemed so busy now I couldn’t catch him when I’m slow
Sometimes I realized not to think or miss something about him,
For he’ll never care a bit now, if I’m a friend for him to keep
And it seemed I have to lose him like memories do slip
When life turns it tables, and histories need to rest.
Today I fall apart at times when dreams grew small,
As He flew up the skies and chased what’s in store,
It makes me wonder if he thought of me without him,
Down on this road, finding places to fit in
I bet his happy of what life takes him today,
And I won’t be surprised he’ll forget about me,
But I wished him well in whatever he does,
With my prayers to God I hoped he’ll be alright
Though time dictates friendship to fade
Like pictures jaded yet kept on an old attic house.
MGA TANONG NG ISANG MOONSHADOW NOMINEE
May 14, 2009
Hindi ako makapagsulat nitong mga nagdaang araw. Wala akong maisip na ikuwento, o magawang
Ngayong araw ay balik-opisina ako makaraan ang serye ng field works sa nakaraang dalawang Linggo. Medyo nanibago ang pakiramdam ko dahil nandito na naman ko at parang naging komportable na akong magtrabaho sa labas ng opisina. Less pressure although more work, enjoy naman dahil ako ang boss sa trabaho ko ng buong araw kahit may minor disruptions lang mula sa manager ko na kapag tumatawag ay nagbibigay ng additional instructions at other concerns niya na kung minsan ay wish ko lang naiintindihan niyang hindi ganoon kabilis makuha ang mga bagay na hinahanap niya. Istorbo ang loko at panira minsan ng araw lalo na kung ang bugnutin at kakaiba niyang mood ay umiral na naman kapag hindi ko sya magets sa mga sinasabi niya. Wordplay kasi ang hobby niya. It’s not that he’s poetic but he’s good at mumbling those words into a vague language. It’s the way he speaks, that kills me most of the time. Siguro, masasanay din ako or worst, mabingi.
Change topic na ako. Tama na muna ang kadaldalan ko tungkol kay Boss. Madami pang araw na ibibida ko siya rito. Habang sinusulat ko ang post na ito ay naalala ko ang mga happenings sa nakaraang dalawang lingo. May mga bagay na hindi ko ishinare maging sa bespren kong si Art at sa iba pa na talagang close sa akin. Hindi naman na siguro kasi ito mahalaga sa kanila at minsan naiisip kong wala naman talaga silang tengang handang pakinggan ang mga sasabihin ko. Wala lang siguro silang choice kapag dumaldal na ang dila ko. Self-pity lang ang end point kasi obvious na iba’y wala namang reaksiyon na kapag babasahin mo ang mga mukha’y Caps Lock na “So What?” ang nakasulat. Pero hindi ako against sa scenariong ganito at madalas itinatawa ko na lang ito. Aminado akong maaring ganito na rin ang attitude ko kung minsan. Hindi na rin siguro ako aware na nagagawa ko nang i-ignore ang mga simpleng kuwentong malaki na ang relevance para sa ibang tao,lalo na para sa mga kaibigan ko. Nangyayari naman talaga ang mga ito dahil hindi mo dapat asahan na ready lagi ang mga taong tinatawag mong kaibigan para magpahiram ng oras nilang pakinggan ka. Busy rin sila minsan at wala sa mood.
Sagot na rin siguro sa binabanggit kong kadramahan sa taas ang existence ng blog na ito. Malalim man o mababaw ang mga sinasabi ko sa mga posts ko’y bahala na lang basahin ng taong interesado ang mga sinasabi ko at kung may tanong man o komento’y ngingiti na lang ako at sasagot kung kailangan nilang malaman ang tinutukoy ko and at least my extension ako ng mga naiisip at nararamdaman ko. Minsan naisip kong isulat ang mga sumusunod na linya sa tingin ko’y reflection ng pagiging panatiko ko sa blogging.“Ang tikom na bibig kung minsa’y mas maayos pang ipagsalita ng mga madaldal na salitang nakahiga nang ang mapanuring mata’y malalimang makapagbasa.” “Ang tuwa’t lungkot ng mahiyaing manunulat ay hinihintay ng lapis na ihalik at sa papel ay ilahad.” “Ang piping bibig ay madaldal na salitang nakasulat at ang matang masipag magbasa ay naghahatid ng mensaheng sa boses ay salat.”
Iiwanan ko na lang ng mga tanong ang post na ito dahil gahol na ako sa oras ilahad ang mga gusto ko pang ikuwento. (Sa totoo lang, ang mga tanong na ito’y ang gusto kung tumbukin sa post na ito.) Masyado na rin kasing crowded ang post na ito’t baka mawalan na ng gana ang nagbabasang katulad mo. Malapit na rin kasing mag-alas-sais at yari na naman ang isang araw ng trabaho. Baka bukas ay dumagsa na ang trabaho sa mesa ko kung kaya’t ang konting oras na hindi gaanong busy ang utak at daliri ko sa mga paperworks ay dapat ko nang sulitin. Pakisagot na lang ang mga tanong ko nang mga taong nakakaalam ng sagot. Patawa ang iba. Seryoso ang ilan at meron ding dapat i-ignore mo na lang kung hindi ka interesado.
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