there is more to yellow than jealousy

August 11th, 2009 by iyahthought

I woke up so late the morning of August 5. It’s already 10 but I’m still groggy. Maybe because I slept around 11. I woke up with the sound of my tito’s television. I heard a guygiving a speech about someone, then I realized that this day is the interment of the former president Corazon C. Aquino. I immediately rose to my feet. And when I went to our home just few steps away from Nanay’s, I saw my mother is crying and our television is on. Everyone’s eyes are fixed on the program. Kris is giving her speech. And the speech was like an onion had sore my eyes. I used the remaining tissue that I saw on top of the computer table to wipe my tears. I’m really crying. I know how it feels to lose the one you very much love. I know how hard it is to accept that you lose someone dear to your heart. And it really (excuse my French) damn hurts!

I had goosebumps and became teary-eyed again when Lea Salonga sung “Bayan Ko”.The crowd outside clapped their hands upon hearing the song. For sure some were teary-eyed too, just like me. I don’t know why every time I witness things about someone’s bravery of fighting for the country and for the people, I always had goosebumps and become teary-eyed. Maybe even if I do not show it, I’m proud to be a Filipino and proud of those Filipino.

A friend of mine, who happens to work abroad, told me that he is proud to be a Filipino whenever he is with other people of different nationality. But there’s a but on it. If he is with his kapwa Filipino, being proud to be one doesn’t even sink into him. I could not blame him for being like that. Maybe he has experiences that involve other Filipino people wherein being proud doesn’t fit to be felt.

I barely knew President Cory. I was only 7 years of age when she became the president of our country right after Ferdinand Marcos was forced to flee into exile. I knew her as the yellow lady because I seldom see her not on a yellow dress. I knew that she is the wife of the late Senator Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, who was assassinated. And I was only 4 years old then. I knew her as the mother of Ms. Kris Aquino. I knew her as the Grandmother of Josh. What I didn’t know are the things she has done for the country. I didn’t know the things she has done that had changed the life of the many Filipino people.

It’s a shame on me.

It was only days after President Cory’s death that I found out that she was labeled as “immaterial and irrelevant”. If having been given with respect and honor she is worth of having by hundreds of thousands of people. Maybe the word “immaterial and irrelevant” should be given different meaning.

“immaterial and irrelevant”. Now it’s a shame on the one who said so.

My sister let me read an article wrote by her favorite columnist Mr. de Quiros. It is about how Pres. Cory has changed him. He was once asked by Ms. Kris why he was so mean to her mom. And when President Cory went to the wake of Mr. de Quiros’ mother, he thought of asking her why she was so kind to his mother. The irony of life.

Why do the points of realization arrived on one’s mind when it was too late? Why does a person’s worth just being recognize after he/she dies? Masakit isipin na kailangan pa na may mawala para lang maramdaman ng isang tao kung ano ang mga mali niyang nagawa o ginagawa. Ilan pa ba ang kailangang mawala para lahat ng tao ay magbago? Will we let that still happen?

That day was indeed labeled as a yellow day for almost everyone else was on yellow. You could see some holding the Philippine Flag and waving it to the crowd. And what a big crowd it was. I could not describe the feeling when I saw them on television. What more if I was really there. All the Filipino people were once reunited for one purpose.

Even if President Cory is now buried near her husband Ninoy, yellow ribbons are still visible almost everywhere even on the internet. I just hope that those people who patiently waited for the internment will be now inspired to do good deeds and forget those evil doings. I hope that they are still willing to continue what Pres. Cory has started. I hope that Filipino people will not be united only if there is death. I hope that they will still show the whole wide world that Filipinos are really worth living for. I hope that what the yellow ribbon symbolizes will still be in our hearts forever. I am a proud Filipino and I am with you.

a letter from a dying word of a novel

July 27th, 2009 by iyahthought

July 27, 2009

15:27 HRS

Reader,

It is of great honor that this letter has reached you…….. (to be continued)

mula para kay B tungo sa huling hininga

June 29th, 2009 by iyahthought

“Para kay B… (o kung paano dinevastate ng pag-ibig ang 4 out 5 sa atin)” by Rickey Lee– Title of the book I just finished reading. My sister bought that book after reading the comments of some of the famous personalities (though some are not to me). TV host, Vocalist, Director.

It is about 5 love stories of women namely Irene, Sandra, Erica, Ester and Bessie.

A promised love of a young heart, love for a brother, searching for love and its meaning, love for the same sex and untold love.

Each story didn’t end like most of a fairytale do. It didn’t end satisfying the expectations of the reader’s mind and the characters’ will.

It ended up as a story of the author and how he handled those five women giving them the ending that they want. Making them believe that the ending is really not about him. Not about his fears and rejections that he is trying to avoid in his entire life. Is he just afraid to get hurt knowing the truth it is his true story. That it is his own story. The author of the book became the time that decides on when will it permits those five women to continue their journey to the ending that their hearts desire. It is a matter of choice if they will grab that chance when given to them.

Where does my story falls? Or should I say had fallen. Saan nga ba ako kabilang sa limang istoryang aking nabasa? I’ve never experienced to be so much in love at a young age (crush lang lagi… hehehe). Nor have I loved my brother and people of same sex more than I should.

Untold love?

A long time ago it was. I have gathered all the courage that I need to tell him what I feel and hid inside my heart. All those quiet moments of praises, day dreaming and imaginations have ended. All those faces of shyness and stammering have been exposed instead.

Is it really love that I feel for that certain person?

If composing poems and stories is a sign that I am.

If sending him birthday cards is a sign that I am.

If he has never been in my dreams is a sign that I am. (Though it’s kinda weird)

If keeping those printed conversations is a sign that I am.

If visiting his FS almost everyday is a sign that I am.

If trying to avoid (even if I don’t want to) not to be online is a sign that I am.

If being interested on what he likes is a sign that I am.

If pretending that I am not in love is a sign that I truly am.

Then I really am. =)

Am I searching for true love?

Who isn’t anyway? I bet that every one of us wants to have a fairytale ending where true love does exist. Though it doesn’t really resembles those that our mother patiently reads when we are still young and we have no idea what it would be like when we reach adulthood. We have just been introduced with what love is. An idea that our young minds and hearts could understand. As simple as that.

Do I know the real meaning of it?

Sometimes I do, more often than not, I don’t. The love that I was accustomed to is like a bundle of my favorites. It’s like singing songs that I love, poem that I composed, the rainbow in the sky, the stars and the moon, dancing under the rain, smiling without obvious reasons, giving and sharing a part of me, definitely no pains, heartaches, bitterness and sorrows. Not salt in my pillows but smells of cologne, not sleepless nights but endless dreams, not doubt but trust. It’s like feeling that I am special and important to someone else’s life.

Like the characters of each story, my story too has an ending that I’d like to happen. Once did it occur that chances for it to become a reality seem out of sight and out of grip. I thought my own story or shall I say my love story has ended when I let my tears flow and let the pain invade my heart. Merely ended not like a fairytale. I already welcomed single blessedness but only for a while. It’s just a visit that helped me or accompanied me when I’m in a state that I was almost an inch closer to giving up the battle. I was awakened by the fact that pain isn’t just there to hurt me but to teach and try my strength.

I’ll just let time decides on when will it permits me to grab that chance and make a choice.

After all, life is like an exam with multiple choice, true or false and definition. First you learn and define what life for you is. Then you will learn to distinguish truth from lies. Then you will choose the path that you will have to take. If you thought you have chosen the wrong one, you could always turn back and correct it. You don’t have to be in a hurry for you have all the time that you need.  You just need to use time wisely and carefully. Time is always there. It is us that aren’t permanently there. If you still have the strength to correct every single mistake that you made, do it. Before you run out not of time but of your last breath.

ang sabi ni bob ong at ang sabi ni krung-krung

April 28th, 2009 by iyahthought

(repost and modified)

“walang taong manhid, hindi lang niya maintindihan ang nais mong iparating dahil hindi mo siya diretsahin” - bob ong

sa malimit cgurong pgkakataon e ganun n nga

those misunderstandings that are …

really heart breaking (on the part of those who are misunderstood)

really irritating (on the part of those who dont understand)

Misunderstanding & Miscommunication

Naitanung ko nga sa sarili ko : “alin ba mas importante sa relasyon ng dalawang tao na malayo sa isa’t isa… ung milya milya ang layo?” komunikasyon o pang-unawa?

Komunikasyon: ang kalimitang nagiging sagot at ang alam nilang tamang sagot.

Importante ung makapag-usap kayo kahit gaano kabusy pa doon sa kung saan mang lupalop sila andun. May time na ginugugol para lamang batiin ka sa umaga, tanghali o gabi. May time na inilalaan sa pagsasabi at pagtatanung kung kumusta na ga. May time na pilit isinisingit sa tuwing bibisitahin, mag-update o magpost ng picture sa FS, para lamang magpadala ng isang munting mensahe na sinsero at totoo. May time na hanapin ang ipinangakong numero ng telepono (ung international number) na ibigay sa’yo at ala ng iba pang sinasabi. (Kung gusto may paraan, Kung ayaw may dahilan). May time para sa’yo. Katulad ng komento ng kaibigan ng isa kong kaanak na naresiv ko thru txt at alam kong yun e laan para talaga saken. Sapol na sapol eh. Tamang tama. Kaya ako ay duguan.  Just kidding. “kung gusto ka ng isang tao, kahit gaano pa siya kabusy, may oras siya para sa’yo. Yung tipong hindi mapakali hangga’t hindi nakakatxt ang minamahal.” OUCH!

Pang-unawa: ang sasabihin ng kung sino mang hindi kayang ibigay ang hinihingi, ang konti at simpleng hinihingi ng taong involve sa unang sagot. Intindihin sa lahat ng pagkakataon. Kapag hindi nakareply sa message sa napakatagal na panahon , ibig sabihin ay busy sobra.  Kapag sumagot ka sa tanong at nag-explain ng side mo, ikaw naman ang hindi maintindihan.

Hindi ba dapat give and take. Hindi naman dapat na kesyo siya ang malayo sa pamilya, siya ang laging iintindihin. Hindi naman manhid ang mga taong naiwan. Hindi naman insensitibo ang mga taong humihiling lang ng kahit kaunting oras. Kalimitan nga ay minuto lang dahil sa pang-unawa niya na busy ka talaga sa trabaho.

That gave birth to the so-called Ms. Understanding

E kung tanungin ko kaya c bob ong, ano kaya magiging sagot nia? Hmmnn…

Siguro sasabihin niya na importante e yung katotohanan at katapatan ng nararamdaman nila para sa isa’t isa. Na kahit gaano pa kalayo ang agwat nila, hindi nila ito iniinda. Walang halong pagdududa. Walang halong pagkainis na sa tuwing hindi makakasagot sa tawag o txt, may isang nag-aalbur na sa pagdaramdam. Walang halong panloloko sa tunay na intension at damdamin.

Pde din sabihin niya na pang-unawa sa taong malayo sa pamilya na pilit nagpapakahirap na magtrabaho para lamang sa ikauunlad ng buhay ng mga taong mahalaga at importante sa kanya. Kaya sori ka nalng kung hindi ka kabilang doon sa aking nabanggit.

Pero paano magiging importante ang komunikasyon kung sa minsang pag-uusap ninyong dalawa, sa huli ay may maiinis at maiirita? Laging sinasabi na hindi daw sila naiintindihan.

Masama ba na ipahayag mo kung ano ang nasasaloob mo? Mali ba na magexplain ka sa kung ano ang pagkaunawa mo sa nangyayari sa inyo? Kahit wala ka namang intensyong masama. Kahit wala ka namang ibang ibig sabihin. Kahit wala ka namang sinisisi.

may taong manhid, ang alam ko meron tlga… at dalawang klase un. Una: sila ung mga alang pakialam sa feelings ng iba… Pangalawa: yun ung sa dinami dami ng naranasan nia, ng luhang naipatak sa pisngi… nde na cia makaramdam.. di n nia alam kung panu maging masaya, ung totoong masaya.. di n nia alam kung panu masaktan.. dahil siya’y naging bato na.

“kahit ikaw ay parang bato na manhid at walang pakiramdam, mag-ingat ingat ka nman. dahil kahit ganyan ka, hndi nsasaktan, kaya mo nmang mkasakit” - bob ong

it happens…

it’s maybe happening sa mga oras na tinatype ko mga letra ditto.

it happened.

how long will they stay?

March 10th, 2009 by iyahthought

A sudden non-tolerable feeling sometimes sinks unto my being. It happens whenever I think of those unforgettable memories of my past. But most of the time, it forcefully knock against my mind whenever I browse somebody else’s profile and read those comments and blogs. Teary-eyed I am, almost all the time. Close to being so low and down. But who is to blame for this feeling that can not be avoided even if I close all pores and post a no-enter sign. So I welcome Ms. Jealousy.

It’s so hard to admit it. That I am jealous. Not with a gal nor with a guy. And definitely not with a gay.

Perhaps they assumed that I really shut myself out just not to be with them. In all those important occasions of their lives, I am ABSENT. But my mind isn’t. But who is going to believe me if I say that anyway.

I’ve done what I know could bring back what has been gone but it seems that it wasn’t enough. And I’ve felt and realized that I’m really no longer included on each of their list, maybe I am… right there at the bottom. Now I’m sad. But that’s life.

Now I’m crying

tsinelas

February 23rd, 2009 by iyahthought

Tsinelas, Goma, Sinelas, Sipit: Ilan lang yan sa mga karaniwang tawag sa ating mga suot na pang-paa. Kahit nung mga sanggol plang tau at lampin pa ang suot, may sapin na din mga paa natin para maprotektahan tau sa lamig. Hanggang sa pagtanda at uugod-ugod na, asahan mong kakabit na ang tsinelas ng ating mga paa.

Sabi ng ilan, ang tsinelas daw ay katulad din ng ating tahanan. Kahit saan ka pa nagpunta, babalik at babalik ka, hahanap hanapin ng iyong sistema. Tsinelas ang unang hinahanap ng ating paningin after nating magbihis o pagkadating sa ating mga tahanan. Kulang ang pakiramadam kung ala taung suot sa paa. Kahit pa gaano kamahal suot nating sapatos, nde pa din natin kayang ipagpalit ang ating mga tsinelas. San ka ba nakakita na sapatos pa din ang gamit na pang-paa sa bahay? Siguro meron ngang mangilan-ngilan na ganun.. mga rich J

Ilan nga ba ang klase ng tsinelas?

May mura, may mahal, may tama lang sa budget, may panghiram, may hand-me-downs, may napulot na para sa iba e nakaw, may malaki, may maliit, may plain, may printed, may itim, may puti, may de-kulay, may butas, may tangos na, may replaced na ung dahon, may de-kawad, may sira na, may plastic bottles, may karton, may dahon, may ala ng katuwang at madami pang may.

Panu ka ba pumili ng tsinelas kung bumibili ka? Alin ang una mong tinitingnan? Presyo, Kulay, Disenyo, comfy… Kung ibabalik nyo saken ang tanung, eto masasabi ko. Mas gusto ko bumili ng tsinelas sa palengke. Mas mura kasi at mas madami ka pang magiging choices. Disenyo, comfy, kulay (kung nakakaitim ba ng paa ko), presyo…yan na ung pagkakasunod-sunod. Pero kalimitan e in reverse (hehehhehe)

When we were in grade school (kaming mgkakapatid), we seldom wear rubber shoes then. Kapag field day lang or kapag may bisita. So when my cousin noticed my feet (ung fingers), sabi nia magpipinsan daw tlga kami. Nde maipagkakaila. ‘coz our fingers seemed to hate each other. It’s because we always wear slippers.

May iba pa bang gamit ang tsinelas bukod sa pampaa? Games.. definitely games. =) Most of the time, nawawala ang isang pares ng tsinelas naming magkakapatid at magpipinsan kc ginagamit namin sa paglalaro. It would either be tumbang-preso or bending. Pde ding gawing pamalo sa malilikot na bata at mahilig umatungal. Hehehe. Ang ibang bata lalo na ung malalapit sa ilog or dagat ang bahay, ginagamit nila itong salbabida. Isusuot nila sa magkabilang braso nila ang tsinelas at presto!.. may salbabida na sila. So creative and resourceful. Hehehe May isa pang laro ngaun na ginagamit ang tsinelas… nde ko nga lang alam kung anu ang tawag ng pinsan ko sa larong yun. Tuwing hapon na lang e namumura sia ng kanyang ermat kasi nga hapon na e laro pa sia ng laro. He used his slippers as replacement for a coin at kahit mag-isa e naglalaro na parang may kakara cruz…

“darating ang panahon na ala nang nakapaang bata” – yan ang sabi (not the exact words) ng isang komentarista at host ng isang programa sa isang istasyon sa telebisyon. Isa kasi sa proyekto nila ay pamimigay ng tsinelas sa mga graders. They go to every public school here in the Philippines and they give slippers to every student. They even give a 500 peso bill to a student who has the most damaged slipper. Merong butas na tlga ang apakan, merong magkaibang pares na ang sinusuot, may halos kalahati nalng kasi putol, may nakakawad na ang mismong dahon ng tsinelas kasi biktal na. Nakakataba ng puso sa tuwing maaabutan ko ang programang ito. Kitang kita mo sa mga mata nila ang tuwa at pananabik sa bago nilang tsinelas. Gusto kong makadaupang palad ang tao sa likod ng proyektong ito.

May naalala akong ale. Minsan kasi na sakay ako ng jeepney papuntang trabaho, may nakasuno ako sa sasakyan na isang ale. Hindi naman siya kapansin-pansin kasi ala namang kakaiba sa mukha nia at sa gayak nia. Sa tsinelas na suot lang nia ako napatuon ang pansin. Akala ko nung una ay di lang tlga nia sinuot ng ayos base sa kanyang pagkakaupo. Napagtanto ko na maliit tlga sa kanya yung suot niyang tsinelas. Napasisip tuloy ako at nagtanung. “Bakit?” Siguro, bigay lang un sa kanya. Kaya sa halip na palitan niya e pinagtiyagaan nalng niyang isuot ung tsinelas. Pde din nman na ala tlga siyang tsinelas na kanya kaya nanghiram nalng siya. Inisip ko tuloy kung papanu siya lalakad ng ayos gayong sobrang init ng panahon. Alam ko at sigurado ako na sobra ang naging pagtitiis niya sa tuwing isusuot niya ang tsinelas na yon. Ngali-ngali ko nang samahan siya sa palengke at ibili ng tsinelas na tama sa sukat ng paa niya. Pero nde ko ginawa. It’s not a good escape or an excuse if I will tell you that im already late for work, so I have no enough time to do that. I pitied him but I did nothing to help him. Some of us are like me in that aspect of life and it really is a shame. But I learned from it. Since I have no chance of meeting that person again, I always buy a pair of slippers and give it to my cuz or tito or mudra, or to anyone who happens to have a damaged slippers. =)

Tsinelas, simpleng bagay pero malaki ang nagagawa. =)

When will I buy another pair?

Para kanino naman kaya ang sunod?

Sana saken?! Hahahahah lol! =)

games of the past. of today? of the future?

February 12th, 2009 by iyahthought

If you were asked what game do you like the most during your childhood days, what games will pass your memory scan until you catch your favorite game? 10 games, 15,or more?

I was born 1979. I’m proud to say that I have lots in mind. Reminiscing all what had happened during those times when I started to learn how to play different games that my siblings and cousins, who happen to be older than me, are teaching me…. (thinking….) hmmnn Imagine, 14 kids playing and shouting and crying all at the same time. Whose mind won’t get crazy and mad as hell?

Let’s start memory scan: (some games are hard to name so please spare my ignorance on it)

1. “Bahay-bahayan”: an incomplete and confusing family. All wants to act as the mother or the father, sometimes all wants to be the baby on the family. Our food is always “inihaw na saging na saba”coz it’s easy to prepare and cook. Sometimes we secretly dig “camoteng baging” on our neighborhood’s backyard. We cook those camote in a can with water. Sometimes we invite other kids. Kids of those who owns the land where we dig camotes. =) For us to have an excuse of doing so. Just kidding. We honestly consider them as our friends. We build our own house made of sacks and broken kites.
2. “Patintero”: We always play this game at school right after each of our classes and during weekends in our back and front yard. We fetch water with our tito’s used gasoline container and use it as marks on patintero.We ended up with our head bowed down coz we were scolded for our very nice smell, for those drying sweats under our shirts and for going home so late in the afternoon. I have no idea up to now why it was called patintero.
3. Jar-base: I dunno if my spelling is right. =) It is a game with two teams. Each team has their own base to protect. Usually a cemented plant box at school, our favorite playground. Hehehehe. It is a chasing game where players of each team will run as fast as they could so they will not be caught by the other team’s players. If a player got caught, he will stand with his one leg on the tip of the opponent’s base and the other on the ground and his arms out stretch. The next caught player will just hold hands with the first. Until a line was formed. It will be easier for the players of the team where those got caught belonged to have them back. That is if they can tap the hand of the one on the end of the line. But watch out for the team’s guard. It is indeed a very tiring game coz all you have to do is to run for your lives.. . I mean, for your team. =)
4. Hide and Seek: We love to play this game during brown-outs. Imagine all of us (less one) hiding on every corner of the house and on trees and bushes outside with just only one to seek us (this explains the “less one”). We ended up having our arms and legs bitten by mosquitoes and ants.
5. “Langit-lupa-impyerno”: Unlike the other games that I already mentioned, this game has a chant/song. “Langit-lupa-impyerno, im-im-impyerno” something like that. =) With circle as our formation, one player will serve as a moderator with his one finger pointing in each of us for every syllables of the songs while all of us are singing. Then the player where his finger points at the end of the song will become the player who will be named “taya” (hehheheh, dunno what will I call him). Right after the song, each of us will look for an elevated place, a box or a piece of wood instead of the grounds as fast as we can so we will not get caught. You will be the next person who will be called “taya” if you got caught on the ground or if you got tapped with taya’s hand while busy looking for a place to stay. (Ganda ng English.. kaarteng basahin at pakinggan.. ahhahahha)
6. “Piring”: An exciting game. You could see me smiling while typing this. I could still picture in mind those times that we are playing this game. Favorite time: brown-out. We call this “piring” because one player will be blind-folded. He will seek or should I say crawl until he bump into the other player who is standing or sitting or in any position just like a statue. You have to shut your mouth so that “taya” will not hear you. You are not allowed to look for another place to hide or stand when the game is on. “taya” will be required to say the name of the person he bumped into. If his guess is right then “taya” is lucky. A next round of the game will be played until everyone gets tired for laughing out so loud.

NOSE BLEED: Mahirap na mag-english eh…

7. 2 takip ng coke (tanzan) na pinitpit para mapirat. Binutasan ang gitna para lagyan ng pisi. Hawakan ang magkabilang dulo ng pisi with the tanzan (2) on the center of the cord. Papaikutin hanggang sa tumining ang ikot. Kapag may naririnig ka ng tunog mula sa tanzan, itatapat mo ito sa mga halaman sa bahay nyo. Kinabukasan, magmumura na nanay mo at tatanungin kung sino may kagagawan ng krimen sa halaman niya na kung ilang taon niyang inalagaan. Yan yung isa sa laro na nakakatuwaan lagi naming laruin. Kasi challenging samen ang magtago para makaiwas sa palo. Hehehehhe

8. Uyayi: Ikaw ang sasakay kasi masarap kesa ikaw ang mag-uugoy. Mas masarap ang feeling kung sa magkabilang dulo ay may nag-uugoy sa’yo. Tas kapag napagkatuwaan ka sa kadamutan mong magpapalit ng pwesto e lalakasan nila ang pag-ugoy hanggang sa bumaliktad ang ‘yong mundo. Maririnig na lang ng nanay at tatay mo ang palahaw mo. Makikita pati mga dumi sa braso at paa mo na may kasama ng mga galos at konti pa lang namang dugo na madali nang matuyo. Makikita mo ung mga kalaro mo na tawa ng tawa sa sinapit mo. Lalo ka lang papalahaw at mangangakong nde na muling sasakay sa duyan na sila ang mag-uugoy. Kaarte at damot mo kc! Heheheheh (Fact: Ako po ung nakasakay sa duyan, I was in grade 2 that time)

9.  Bubbles(our version): Kasi po ng panahong yon e ala pa kami nakikitang binibili samen ng mga magulang namen. Kaya nakaisip po kami ng pde naming gawing bubbles. Mamumuti kami ng dahon ng gumamela sa puno sa aming bakuran kasama na ang sa kapitbahay na hindi naman nila napapansin sa kasukalan ng bakuran nila mismo. Pipiratin namin ‘yon hanggang sa kumatas ang dahon. Then we will mix it with water and a lil amount of detergent soap. Kukuha kami ng isang ting-ting na may kalambutan pa tas ipoporma namen siya ng pabilog ang dulo lang na pinakamalambot. Tatalian ito para hindi makalas ang bilog. Isasawsaw sa aming potion.. este sa mixture then, hihipan at presto, BUBBLES. Meron pang isa, kapag naglalaba ang aming mga ermats, makikimali kami at kunwari e tutulong sa paglalaba pero manggugulo lang. Kapag madulas na kamay namin at puno na ng sabon, hihipan na namin ang isa kamay na nakapormang “o” tas ang isang kamay ay nakaabang sa pagsalo sa bulang lalabas. Palakihan hanggang sa pumutok at ang kalalabasan ay mapupula ang aming mga mata sa silam mula sa sabon. =) (naiintindihan nyo ga ako? Hehehe)

10. Lutu-lutuan: Ginagawa din ito kapag kami ay nagbabahay-bahayan. Pero minsan kapag tinatamad na kami gumawa ng bahay, sa likuran na lang ng bahay kami pupunta. Maglalatag kami ng sako at doon ilalagay ang aming mga laruan na gagamitin sa aming laro. Mamimitas kami ng kung anu-anong mga dahon at kalimitan pa ay may mga kasamang mga bulaklak gaya ng gumamela. Pagpuputul-putolin namin tas lulutuin na. This time hindi na kami gagamit ng apoy kasi baka masunog ang sako namin e mamura pa kami ng katakot takot. Ang gamit namin na laruan e ung mga ibinili para samen ng aming mga erpat at ermat tuwing fiesta sa kabayanan. Kalimitan e ung mga palayok na maliliit o yung mga gawa sa lata. Kapag naiiwala namin ang mga yon e kukuha nalng kami ng na anong lata at plastic na pedeng paglutuan kunwari.

11. Barbie: Akshuali, hindi kami nagkaroon ng laruan na Barbie talaga, ung orig. Pero hindi naman namin alam na may ganun kasi hindi kami mahilig manuod ng tv noon. Mas gusto namin maglaro na lang ng kahit ano sa bakuran. Palibhasa din hindi pa naman colored ang tv. Ang manika namin noon e yung nabibili lang sa fiestahan. Minsan pa nga e yung baby na may uyaying maliit. Halos every fiesta sa bayan ay meron kami laging bago. =)

12. Supla: (eto nga ba tawag dun?) cnxa na ha. =) Eto ung kawayang maliit na binabalahan namin ng binasang papel na binilog namin. Mejo delikado to kasi masakit makatama sa mukha. Pero ang malimit lang naman naming gawin e ung palayuan o pataasan ng nararating ng mga bala kaya palakasan ng buga o ihip sa kawayan.

13. di-ko-maalala-name game: eto yung paper game na malimit laruin ng mga estudyante na ayaw makinig sa titser nila. Laro na talaga namang nakaka-aksaya ng papel ng mga bata. Papel at ball pen lang ang kailangan kasi kung lapis gagamitin ay liliit sa kakatasa sa kadahilanang napuputol ang tasa. Yung game na ‘to e dalawa lang ang player. Sa isang papel ay magdo-drawing sila ng kani-kanilang base sa dalawang magkabilang sulok ng papel. Puede din naman na sa parehong gitna sila magdrawing basta sa magkabilang dulo. Jack-en poy muna tas kung sino ang panalo e sia ang unang titira. Sa pagtira, itatayo nia yung ballpen sa base nia na ang tinta e nakatuon sa papel. Tutuunan nia ng madiin ang dulo ng ballpen sa pamamagitan ng kanyang hintuturo hanggang sa magslide ang daliri nia at gumuhit ang ballpen palayo sa kanyang base. Ang dulo ng linya ay guguhitan nia ng tanda ng base nia. (e.g star, diamond, square or any shape that he likes). Pero kung sa pagtira ng kalaban ay naguhitan ung alin man sa dulo ng drawing nia, papalitan nia ito ng drawing representing his base. (it should be not the same with his opponent). Sa sunod niyang pagtira, doon na sia magmumula. Halinhinan ang pagtira. Ang aim ng bawat isa ay marating ang base ng kalaban. Ang unang makarating ang siyang panalo. (intiendes?)

14. Pitik kamay: Hindi din ako cgurado sa title ng game na to. Isang libro lang ang kailangan dito. Jack-en poy muna tas kung sino ang manalo, siya ang unang bubuklat sa libro. Kailangan lang na ung pahinan na nabuklat nia ay maraming drawing na tao kasi un ung bibilangin nia. Tas kung ilan ung tao dun sa pahina, yon ang bilang ng gagawin niang pagpitik sa kamay ng kalaban. Hehehehe cguro kelangang papulahan ang nagging title nito. Papulahan ng kamay. hahahahha

Just post a comment on my profile for further inquiries about the following games: (Kahirap na nga mag-english, hirap lalong mag-explain.. heheheh)

15. S.O.S: Papel, Ballpen at ruler

16. Bitayan: Papel at ballpen

17. piko: Bato (nde ung stone ha) at chalk

18. tisod: Bato din at ung corridor ang venue.

19. Step-no, step-yes: corridor din

20. Luksong tinik

21. Luksong baka

22. Ten-twenty: Rubber band na pinagdugtong –dugtong or garter

23. Chinese garter: same

24. yoyo

25. kip-kip bato: stone (the smaller the better)

26. Doktor-kwak-kwak

27. Bending: Tsinelas

28. jackstone

29. Jack en poy (cnu nga ba can jack at poy?)

30. Bato-bato-pik

31. Lastiko

32. Sipa

33. Batong bola

34. Habulan-taya

35. tumbang preso: Lata ng kahit anong produkto at tsinelas

36. Magpapagayo

37. Volleyball

38. Baseball

39. Table tennis

40. Badminton

Trivia: ANG LAHAT PO NG LARONG NABANGGIT SA ITAAS AY NAGING BAHAGI NG KABATAAN (kasama na din ang katandaan kahit sa kasalukuyang panahon) NG AUTHOR =)

ano ba ang meron?

February 12th, 2009 by iyahthought

Ika-siyam ng pebrero taong dalawang libo at siyam

Noong isang araw pa ako nag-iisip kung ano nga ba ang meron sa araw na ‘yon.

Ala namang may kaarawan o anibersaryo ng isang malapit na kaibigan o kapamilya. Ala din namang nalilimutang fiestahan ng kaopisina o kamag-anak.

Heto ang kwento nang simula ng araw na ‘yon:

Bandang hapon ng araw na ‘yon nagsimula ang lahat. Napatawa sa sarili kahit ala namang katawa-tawa o kaumis-umis ng panahong yaon. Kasi ang meron e nakakainis na pangyayari. Inis sa sarili at inis sa driver ng pampasaherong jeep na nasakyan ko noong araw na ‘yon. Pagkasakay ko plang e nagbayad na ako ng pamasahe. May kalabisan ang ibinayad ko kasi singkwenta pesos iniabot ko. Bale bente uno pesos lang naman ang pamasahe. Samakatwid e may sukli pa akong bente nuebe pesos. Sinabi ko sa mamang driver kung saan ako bababa pagkakita ko na tumingin siya sa salamin na may mga nakasuksok na basahan at perang binilo sa unahan ng kanyang minamanehong jeep para mapagtanto kung sino ang nag-abot ng pera. Pinagmasdan ko siya pati na kanyang mga kamay hindi upang malaman kung may “wedding ring” na siya kungdi, para malaman ko kung may panukli na siya sa ibinayad ko. Pero hindi ko maaninaw kasi sa may bandang likuran ako napaupo, doon lang may espasyo na puedeng upuan. May kalabuan na din kasi ang aking mga mata. Nagpagawa naman ako ng salamin pero mahigit isang taon na ‘yon kaya iwan na ng aking mata ang grado ng aking salamin. Hindi ako makapagpagawa pa kasi namamahalan na ako. (hehehe) eniweys, Balik tayo sa istorya ko. “Alis na ‘ko, kawawa naman estudyante kong sakay, baka malate na” sabi ng driver sa barker na andun sabay abot ng perang bayad sa pagtatawag ng mga pasahero. Napaumis naman ako kasi sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon sa tanang buhay ko e noon lang ako nakarinig ng ganoong komento mula sa bibig ng isang driver. Kalimitan kasi e super sa tagal kung maghintay bago umalis sa pila para mapuno ang jeep niya. Kahit pa siguro presidente ng Pilipinas ang sumakay doon e nde sila aalis kaagad (No offense meant po) Sabagay, hindi mo naman sila masisisi kung ganun sila kasi “they are just doing their job” “they are just doing it to gain a bigger profit” saying din naman kasi sa sobrang taas ng halaga ng gasoline sa panahon ngaun. (Biglang Bawi… natakot sa driver na makakabasa hehehhe)

Malapit na akong bumaba pero alang pumasok sa isip ko, ni alang nagbulong na may sukli pa ako na dapat hingin sa driver. Nakatulog ata ung anghel dela guardia ko. =) biro lang. Naalimpungatan lang siya pagkababa ko ng jeep. Hindi ko na nahabol sukli ko. Ni plate number ng jeep nde ko din nakuha kasi pagkababa ko ata e humarurot na. Sa madaling sabi e nawalan ako ng bente nuebe pesos ng umagang yaon. Sinabi ko na lang sa sarili ko na pabuya ko ‘yon sa kanya. =)

So, un ung kwento. Na ikinuwento ko din sa aking kaututang dila sa opisinang aking pinagtatrabahuhan. Ala siyang naging komento. Siguro madami din siyang iniisip ng mga oras na ‘yon. Kunwari lang e nakikinig pero nde naman pla. Pero ayos lang naman yon sakin kasi malimit e ganun din ako. Hahaha! “quits!”

Dumating ang oras ng aming nakasanayang oras pag-alis ng opisina. Alas singko Y media ng hapon. Naglakad kami papuntang SM na nasa may bandang likuran lang ng aming opisina. Doon kami naghiwa-hiwalay kasi iba-iba ang lugal na aming inuuwian. ‘yong dalawa kong kaopisina na taga saming bayan din e nauna nang umuwe kasi mas maaga silang pumasok kesa saken. Mag-isa ako na sumakay sa minicab na biajeng palengke. Doon ako pupunta kasi may pabiling “jacket” ang aking kaopisina. Nagustuhan niya ang suot kong “jacket” ng araw na ‘yon. Stripes (red and pink).=) Malapit na akong bumaba kaya hiningi ko na ung sukli ko sa sampung piso na iniabot ko. Ang siste, alang panukling barya c manong. Sinabi ko nalng na “okay lang po” sabay sibangot! Just kidding! Hehehhhe sabay baba. Kita ko sa mamang driver na ibinabalik nia ung ibinayad ko sa kanya kaya sabi ko e okay lang.

Konklusion:

Ikaw, alam mo ba kung ano ang gusto mo o ayaw mo?

Napangiti ako sa sarili ko pagkababa ko ng minicab sabay tanong sa sarili ko ng tanong na itinanung ko sa’yo. Kaninang umaga e mejo badtrip ako kahit konting halaga lang ung nawala saken. Pagkatapos ng hapon na ’yon e tinanggihan ko naman. Kaya, “ano ba tlga?”

Anong meron ng araw na ‘yon? Siguro araw yon para malaman ko sa sarili ko na nakakalito talaga minsan ang buhay. Kahit ikaw sa sarili mo e hindi mo malaman kung ano ba ang gusto mo o kung ano ang ayaw mo. Tanong na kung tutuusin e mas madaling sagutin kasi ang pinaguusapan e ang gusto o ayaw mo. Mas madali kesa tanungin ka kung ano ang gusto ng ate, kuya, kapatid, kaibigan o kung sino mang tao.

Sa katunayan, madami akong gusto at ayaw. Kahit pa idetalye mo sa kung anu-anong mga kategorya. Gustong ulam, kanta, sayaw, araw, numero, kaibigan, crush, ibig, lugar, kainan, mall, sports, panulat, manunulat, shokla, magician, taong grasa, agiw, kalawang, sodium chloride, MSG, computer, mp4, laptop, unan, laruang motorsiklo, bunjee jumping, ipis ng kapitbahay, kabit ng kung sino, asawa ng kung sino, Armando Solis, Salvador, Drew Arellano at kung anu-ano at kung sinu-sino pa.

Pero sa kung mas mataas na level na, konte lang pero bigatin. =)

Ang kwento ko ay tungkol plang sa paghingi at pagtanggi sa sukli. Kung ayaw o gusto ko ba talaga. Mahaba haba nang istoryahan. Lalo na siguro kung idedetalye ko lahat lahat dito ang ayaw at gusto ko sa buhay. Hehehhe ilalaan ko na lamang ‘yong parting yon sa magiging asawa, anak at apo ko. Mga istoryang aking iipunin sa aking memorya ng sapilitan.

NANG UMAPAW ANG SALITA SA NAIINIP NA DIWA NA ALANG MAGAWA

January 26th, 2009 by iyahthought

…habang nakalugmok sa pwesto at naghihintay na may bumili sa subasta nung nakaraang taon, naisipan kong kumatha ng tula na mula sa kailaliman ng aking isipan na nung panahong yaon e okupado ng masasayang pangyayari sa aking buhay dito sa mundong maaaring malibot sa isang araw lang sa tulong ng imahinasyon…

Petsa: kaarawan ng aking utol na kasalukuyang nasa lupalop ng mga arabo

now everthing seems perfect
time is on my side
the wind goes along with me
the sun shines so bright

poem of mixed emotions
this heart had spilled out
weaved a story about us
just to end misery at once

thought everything has ended
not the way i want
until all come so sudden
and this heart beats again

first love never dies
it just rested for a while
i thought everything’s over
i’ve stopped dreaming & believing

i never really cared
if there will never be an us
for i know you will stay
until the end of days

and i’m right….

both of us failed

in this thing called love

but we have learned to forgive

and we moved on

those tears that were shed before
for pain has struck this heart
expectations, hopes and dreams
all went wrong but they are gone

and a deal was sealed…

try our luck in love
just between you and me
no promises for they suck
just enjoy the moment of love

and i cried…

oras na natapos: ala una bente sais ng hapon
lugar: sa dati pa ring pwesto, Orani Public Market, Bataan

what dreams are made of

January 14th, 2009 by iyahthought

How many times do humans dream? They say five (5) times. And as far as my dreams are concerned, or should i say my memory is concerned, 2 is the most that i can recall and that is just minutes right after i wake up. i always thought i only dream once a night. And it’s a cluttered dream. =)

Sometimes i do recall each of my dreams as days go by. Mostly if i bump into things semi-related to that dream. Don’t be surprised if u see me smiling while busy doing something or if i’m just sitting or standing or eating. Just like what i’m doing right now while sorting words on this blog. It’s a clear indication that i am…………………..

 CRAZY. lol. Just kidding. I just remember one dream of mine though it’s not that nice , i mean the ending isn’t good to be remembered. When i wake up this morning, i guess it’s around 5 AM which is a bit earlier than my cellphone’s alarm. I really forced myself to sleep even just for an hour. Hoping that i could still continue that dream. It stopped when i was crying and talking to a person about how i hate him for what he have done and for what i have found out. i really am hurting.

i failed though I woke up, i mean i got up around 6:30. I failed to change that dream. Confused and feeling weird for sometimes i could do change my dream into a dream that i want. A dream that my heart really wants.

They say our dream is reality in reverse. A wedding means death of a relative of the one who is getting married while Death means someone is about to get marry.

A friend of mine once said that if u dream about having kids and that you are with the one that you want to be with, it means that you want to settle down and have a family and kids of your own but you are just afraid to shift into a higher level of life.

hmmnn.. he is right about it.