{Aprile 24, 2008} Mandirigma
{Aprile 24, 2008} Ang buhay ng makata
Palagi kang iniinsulto’t pinagtatawanan
sa mga ginawa mong katha
Palagi kang minamaliit
sa mga bagay na kaya mo
Palagi kang iniiwasan at nilalayuan
dahil ikaw at isang makata,
isang naghihirap na nilalang.
Hindi nila alam ang buhay ng makata
dahil ang paghawak sa panitik kaakibat ay sumpa
ngunit ang makata ang siyang nagbibigay-kulay
sa buhay at kalinangan ng bawat isa.
Sayang lang,
dahil hindi nila alam
ang kahalagahan natin bilang
isang makata.
{Aprile 14, 2008} untitled
| To Richie and his sons:
The way I tried to live my life. Raul S. Gonzalez Rage, Rage Someone from long ago and far away phoned late Thursday night to say she was glad I was back. “Back from where?” I asked, since I had long returned from an extended sabbatical in the United States. “It’s not so much a case of back from as back to,” she replied. Intrigued, I demanded, “Explain.” “Your recent columns on Gloria Arroyo, especially the one on Villaroel’s killing (Gloria’s Friend) ,” she began. ” They are different from your other columns.” “Bad, huh?” I asked. “Not your best,” she was tactful. “But they had something your other columns didn’t have. They had you in them.” “Come again?” I asked. “Your other pieces—not just in the Tribune, but also those in The STAR and even those at the University — they had sophistication, they had virtuosity, they had style; but they didn’t have the Raul from way back, the one I knew,” she was breathless. “Go on,” I urged. “Your other pieces—I enjoy reading them because you have this way with words, playful, inventive, surprising; but that’s all. But that Villaroel column — I felt your anger, I could feel you shaking with rage, I could almost see your eyes narrowing, your lips turning pale, your fingers typing like there was no tomorrow, without care for the fancy phrase or the elegant word. And I find myself getting angry, too.” There was no stopping her. “Remember Esty?” she suddenly asked. Who can forget Estelita G. Juco—dear, dear Esty? Not me, not any of us who were among the first of a hundred Bedans whose lives she made it her avocation, her apostolate, to shape and supervise,; to whom she was big sister, mother superior, repository of secrets, court of last resort, shoulder to cry on, refuge of sinners (venial, only), comforter of the afflicted (academically, financially, romantically) , co-conspirator in pranks and plots, the woman we would rather be with when not with our wife, sweetheart, or sure prospect; but most of all, a first-rate writer. “Remember what she told you at her deathbed? No, not ‘Goodbye Is Not For Us’ (That’s the title of a corny short story I wrote in college when the girl Esty was pairing me up with flew off to San Francisco for higher studies-and eventually, marriage to someone else). Not that. What did she really tell you?” The memories flooded in. Esty never stopped talking about how well I wrote, to her students at St. Paul’s, to the young Bedans she took under her wings, to anyone who would listen and everyone listened to Esty. Yet I could sense in her a profound disappointment in me. Shortly before her house in Quezon City burned down, as I was driving her home, I confronted her. “Ok, what’s wrong with me?” She said, “You have grown old, you have become comfortable, you have forgotten to be angry.” She said I had become more concerned with how to say what is in my heart than with what my heart has to say; with re-writing instead of writing; with playing with words instead of just using them. “Don’t be satisfied with being a craftsman when you can be a man,” she said. “Don’t just be smart. Don’t just be somebody. Stand for something. Mean something. Matter. Count.” To my excuse that martial law had forced me to write around instead of through a subject and that the habit had stuck, she laughed: “Go back. Go back.” Her last words to me a week before she sank, mercifully, into some kind of coma, were: “Rage, Raul, rage.” “Raul, you still there?” the voice of my midnight caller brought me back from reveries of Esty. “Remember the poem?” she probed. “The poem you showed Esty which you said you always scribble on the inside cover of your journals? Esty loved that poem and she wanted you to live by it. Do you still remember it? Is it still written in your diary?” I do. And it is. And it goes this way.
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{Aprile 14, 2008} mga novel ko.(soon)
eduardo del de ciera
the last student
the classroom(the gate of hell)
the last stunt
{Aprile 14, 2008} zte biscuit(soon)
{Aprile 11, 2008} zociac zign(aug23-sep22)
The Bottom Line
Being indecisive isn’t a character flaw — you’ve nothing to feel embarrassed about.
In Detail
You’re moving back and forth between different options right now so quickly that people could get whiplash trying to follow your train of thought! Being indecisive is not a character flaw, so you have nothing to feel embarrassed about. If you can’t decide what to wear, whether or not to stop for gas, or what cutie to ask out, that’s okay! Cut yourself some slack and rely on your friends for support. They’ll help you narrow things down so you can come to a final conclusion.
{Aprile 9, 2008} sulat para sa pangulo ng pilipinas
ma’am;
nakikiusap po ko na tanggalin ang NCAE kasi marami sa amin mahirapan sa exam na yan at maraming bumasak sa exam. Marami sa amin ay may pangarap na makapagtapos ng high school at college para makahanap ng magandang trabaho, kung hindi po tatanggalin ang NCAE marami babasak niyan at hindi makaka-college at bukod pa dun hindi pa tayo uunlad ng husto kasi walang pinag-aralan ang mga tao at isa pa po pag asa ng bayan ang mga estudyante at sila ang sasalo ng ating bansa at ito’y uunlad ng husto. kung marami na hindi makapag-aral ng college lalong maghihirap ang ating bansa niyan. Hangga’t maaga pa ma’am tanggalin na ang NCAE para hindi na kami mahirapan. sana po mabasa at maawa sa amin.
thank you!
{Aprile 9, 2008} may mga problema sa pag-ibig
sabihin natin ay wala ka pang karanasan sa pag-ibig at hindi maranasan dulot ng pag-ibig, sakit at hirap dinadanasan. siguro ikaw ay hindi mo initindi ang pag-ibig kaya hindi mo ang maranasan masaktan, at isa pa dahil ay wala ka pa sa tamang edad, makakatagpo mo lamang ang totoo pag nasa tamang edad ka na at dito ka na masasaktan ng husto.
continue…….
{Aprile 8, 2008} hindi sa akin ‘to(16 love question)
If you opened it, you have to do it.
Or a loved 1 will be in an accident
even if u didnt mean to open still do
it Ok!
You must answer every question
TRUTHFULLY!
1. Are you currently in a
relationship?
♥ uhm.. nde
4. Have you ever been in love?
♥ ALWAYS
5. Do you believe that everyone has a
soul-mate?
♥ nope
6. Whats/Who is your current problem?
♥ “badboy”
7. Have you ever had your heart broken?
♥ yep
8.Your thoughts of online or long
distance relationship?
♥mahirap un
9.Have you ever seen a friend as more
than a friend?
♥ yep
10. Do you believe the statement “once
a cheater always a cheater”?
♥ No
11.How many kids do you want to have?
♥ 2
12.What is/are your favorite color(s)?
♥
black, fuscia pink, red
13. Do you believe you only love once?
♥ No
14.are you and your ex friends?
♥no
15.Imagine you’re 40 , you have kids
& your spouse just died, would you
get re-married?
♥ no
16. at what age did you start liking
the opposite sex?
♥ 13
17. what song do u want to be played
at your wedding?!
♥ khit anu
18. Do you like anyone right now?
♥ yep
galing sa kanya ito,hindi sa akin.
{Aprile 8, 2008} pari
