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Wednesday, May 31, 2006

LOOK AT THE CHILDREN

Look at the children, they have no worries about life. They have no cares about the world. Life to them is sunshine, rain, candies, cookies, plays and games. Children are usually carefree, they don’t care what will happen tomorrow, for they know they have someone who will look after them.

They don’t have any problem. They have the excuse of being too young to understand life, problems, pains and pressures. Ahh, I still remember when I was still a small child. I was like these little kids, free, happy and full of life. Never was there a dull moment in childhood.

A child can easily make friend with another child. They can easily communicate with other children, unlike adults, who don’t understand others. They are often full of pride. A child’s life is simple – eat, sleep, pray and play.

When you grow up, life becomes complex and hard to understand. You begin to face problems, you feel pressured, you often meet people who always wear their mask. Friendship is a senseless word in adulthood.

These complex world of adults make me envious of the children. Ahh…, I still remember when I was just a child….

…..life was simple then.



Written on March 22, 1987
At 3:12 PM
When I was still 19 years old
One of my early essays.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Walk On Water

Walk on water, as if on land
You will not sink, you will be fine
E'en the storm may blow a wind so strong,
And the sea may raise a tide so high
So long as your heart is calm.

Walk on water, and you will see
How great a person you can be
Through the tides of trials that blocked your path
And the winds of troubles that push you back
A great hero from you will shine

If clouds of uncertaintees darkenned your path
And rains of frustrations fall on your heart
Hold on for a while, but never give up
Then keep on going, never look back
Just keep that faith in your heart.

Walk on water, despite the storm,
Keep your heart pure, your will be strong.
Be great the threat that faces you,
Your great faith will help you come through,
'til you reach the glorious shore.

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August 10, 1989
written while i was attending my review
class for the CPA board exam

Friday, May 19, 2006

authentic puroy

heto na, heto na, di mo pa nakikita
teka, ito ba’y tula? tila bugtong yata
haw haw de carabao batuten
pag di makatulog, solusyon ay count to ten

heto na si kaka, bubuka-bukaka
dumaan si tarzan , nabiyak ang daan
pagdating sa dulo ay i-inda-indayog
kaya pala ay nakainom ng lambanog

may payneta pa siya at mananalamin
sa may bahay kubo, duon po sa amin.
kung gusto mong lumigaya ang iyong buhay
magbayad ng maaga ng di maabala

weytaminit, kapeng maiinit,
konting ipit at baka masilip
basta sexy libre, kapag buntis doble
dahil matayog ang lipad ng sarangola ni pepe

mula aparri hanggang jolo
bawal ang nakasimangot dito
at kung hindi ka pa nangingiti man lang,
hindi ka namin tatantanan!

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authentic puroy*
dahil ganito si puroy nung di pa nagseseryoso
at hindi pa nakakausap ng matino
lahat ng usapan ay talagang hinahaluan
di lamang may sayad, below sea level pa ang tama

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Luha Sa Aking Mata

Sa aking pag-iisa, ako'y nag-iisip
Aking naalala, mapait na sinapit.
Sa kadahilanang hindi ko malaman
Luha sa mata'y biglang nagdaluyan.

Tunay na mahirap ang ika'w mawalay
Sa iyong irog at mahal sa buhay
Sa aking pag-iisa, aking naa-alala,
Pati ang mga mumunting inakay.

Patuloy sa pagdaloy luha sa pisngi
'di mapigilan, mahabag sa sarili
Sa kalagayan na aking sinapit,
Kahit pusong bato, ay lalambot din.

Diyata't ako'y sadyang sinusubok,
Sa aking tibay at tatag ng loob,
Kung gustong ang kinabukasa'y gumanda,
Kailangan lampasan ang bawat problema.

'di mapigilan, buntunghininga'y lumalalim,
Sa sama ng loob at bigat ng dibdib
At parang naghahabulan pa sa aking pisngi,
Ang mga luhang 'di ko na pinunasan.

Patuloy sa pagdaloy, pagtuloy sa pagluha,
Hindi mapigilan, kaya't hinayaan.
'di ko namalayan na nang kalaunan,
Ang luha ko pala, ay naging mga... muta.

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written on dec 11, 1998 on board a bus
going to my work away from home.

Man... I Am

Hold not my tears, let them fall,
Refrain me not from my own feelings,
Do not be deceived by my physique,
For I am still vulnerable.

I'm not made of rock and steel
I am of flesh with heart that beats.
True blood runs in my veins
So I can love, so I can feel.

I can be tough, I can be soft,
As I am not afraid to die,
I'm not also ashamed to cry,
For I am man.... mortal.

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written on december 11, 1989

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