What I want to talk about...

Isang Pagbati

2009-06-10T01:20:00.000-07:00

A tribute to our first year aspirants done by the prenovices

Sa inyong pagdating kami'y nayanig,
Pagkat magulo pa saan mang panig ng seminaryo,
Sa paglilinis kami'y lagari,
Walang patid na pag-iimis siyang aming gawi.

Ang inyong pagdating ay siyang aming batid,
Ligaya ay sa amin hatid,
O anong saya na kayo'y aming makita,
Sasalubungin na may ngiti sa mukha.

Sa inyong paglisan sa inyong tahanan,
Wag mangamba; ang luha'y punasan,
Pagkat ang pamilyang iniwan ay mapapalitan
ng mga taong kay Kristo'y may kapatiran.

Aming papawiin ang inyong lumbay,
Pagkat iyon kaibigan ang aming pakay,
Sa Canlubang bukas ang ating buhay,
Sabay-sabay tayong maglalakbay.

Ngayon kayo ay naririto,
Sa punlaang inyong ginusto,
Ang pananahan niyo rito sana ay lubos,
Oras dito ay walang paltos,
Sa mga gawaing makaDiyos.

Sa inyong pagdating ito ang aming pagbati,
Pagkat isang taon na naman ang napawi,
At bagong taon ay ating bubunuin,
Sa buhay na ibig nating tahakin,
Kasama si Maria na ating ina,
At si Don Bosco na ating ama.

The Poet in Me

2009-06-08T18:39:00.000-07:00

The sole survivor

Ended up on this deserted place,
got no person and a place to go,
i feel alone,
haunted by misery,
thinking 'would I survive such a place?'
knowing, I'm the only survivor from that ruined race...

It's all our fault

I see how it fall,
But I've seen it on its glory,
I've seen how it was better,
Now, it's on its worst.

We all live there,
We all do,
some would care, some just don't
some would fight for it, but some let it die.

Now it dies, and so are we,
Lost on this vast galaxy,
we end up no place to go,
no to place to live,
now we are challenged to live on this,
how long are we going to take this?

It's all our fault,
our carelessness and less-concern,
on the mother who provided us much.
We became greedy and not-minded her need,
Now she takes revenge as she perish.
It's all our fault.

The step down

The little imp I have in me,
who bothers and lead me to sin,
now, I take the courage to put it down,
giving it a giant step,
to crush such foolishness and fore go the devilish me.

As I give this imp a crushing step,
I promise to crush the evil in me,
and now, I crush it,
to end the evil in me.

Pain

2009-03-02T20:27:00.000-08:00

My first entry to the Writer's Block group challenge, Challenge 57:

Pain

a burden for a heart that cries,
a broken love that never dies.
things that shouldn't be recalled,
ends up with miseries on it's toll.

broken heart's heavy package,
thing shouldn't be open for ages,
and be forgotten for ever,
and be left to the old man's chest.

but pain is a real hurt,
something that should not be talked about,
but will help you gain a lot,
and with it, lessons you'll learn.

At last...

2009-02-24T19:10:00.000-08:00

After a long time of prayer, discernment and consultations to my formators and other people who are involve in my formation, I have passed my application letter already, yesterday, during the commemoration mass of Mary Help of Christians. It was really an awaited experience for me, since I’m going to renew my commitment for this vocation, the journey I wish to take for the rest of my life.

As I reflect upon what happened yesterday, I know I was so nervous because of my decision. But I also felt happiness and contentment from within me, since that was what I really wanted to do and I expressed it through that letter. As I reminisced, I have written the draft of that letter for so many times and even up to the last day before the submission, I’m still doubtful of my decision, but I know I have the right one. As I pass that letter, yesterday, I’m still praying to God hoping that I’ve made the right decision and that decision would be in-line to His. Now, I’m praying and waiting for the result of it. Hope it’s good.

My name in signs

2009-02-19T01:10:00.000-08:00

Made with My Cool Signs.Net

My Christmas Message

2008-12-17T18:38:00.000-08:00

Let this be my message to all of you, my friends:

"THIS CHRISTMAS WE SHARED A LOT OF GIFTS WE DIDN'T NOTICE THAT WE WERE ABLE TO SHARE TO OTHER PEOPLE, JUST LIKE HOW OUR GOOD LORD SHARED HIS GREATEST GIFT TO US - JESUS."

THANK YOU FOR SHARING TO ME THE GIFT. MAY YOU AND YOUR FAMILY HAVE A JOYOUS CHRISTMAS AND A FRUITFUL NEW YEAR!

MY FIRST FILIPINO SHORT STORY!!!

2008-10-04T19:42:00.000-07:00

This is my first Filipino short story. I just write this for a friend whom I made fun...hehehe...;p...well, I hope you enjoy reading it...just read it...I somehow find the story a bit scandalizing...hehehe...;p. Enjoy!

HINDI DAPAT

"Magandang araw po."  Pagtingin ni Lisa sa kanilang bintana ay isang sulat ang inihagis sa kanya ng mensahero na nagbigay ng "magandang araw." Dahan – dahan niyang ginupit ang isang dulo ng sobre, tiningnan, nangunot ang noo at sabay tawa ng malakas.

"Ha, ha, ha. Nasisira yata ang ulo ni JP!" ang nasabing tatawa-tawa.

Ang totoo ay hindi sukat akalain ni Lisa magkakaroon ng lakas ng loob si JP na magpapahayag sa kanya ng pag-ibig. Silang dalawa ay magpinsan. Makipagsintahan siya kay JP ay walang ano – ano’y magiging usapan ng bayan na sila ang magpinsang nag - iibigan.   Kay laking kahihiyan, nun! At saka si JP, para sa kanya, ay hindi pa naman tunay na binata kundi bago pa lamang nagbibinata. Noong huli lamang ay hindi marunong mag-ayos ng sarili si JP. Noon lamang mga nakararaang taon ay lagi silang magkasama sa paglalaro. Madalas pa siyang pinasasalubungan ni JP ng mansanas galling sa kanilang tindahan na pagkatapos ay pinagsasalunan nilang dalawa. Kung tanghaling tapat ay madalas silang pagalitan ng kanyang ina dahil sa hindi nila pagtulog sa hapon at nalilibang sa paglalaro ng kung anu-ano sa labas ng bahay. Ganon na lamang ang sarap ng kanilang matalik na pagsasama na para bang silang dalawa ay katulad ng tunay na magkapatid. Kaya lamang sila nagkahiwalay ay nang pumasok na siya sa kolehiyo. Nagkaiyakan pa sila nang matagal dahil sa pangambang makalimutan ang isa't-isa.  Awang-awa siya kay JP.

Ngunit noon ay mga batang musmos pa lamang sila. Marami ng araw at taon ang nakalipas. Nang lisanin ang kolehiyo sapagkat hindi na kayang tustusan ng kanyang magulang ang pag –aaral ay halos magdadalaga na siya. Sa kanyang ala-ala ay malabo na ang kinabukasan sapagkat hindi niya matapos ang nais na kurso – pagiging inhinyero. Nagdaan ang masayang kabataan nila ni JP na hindi na niya gaanong maalala. Nang magkita sila ng kanyang pinsang binata, pagkaraan ng mahabang panahon ng pagkakahiwalay, ay nagkahiyaan sila, kung bakit ay hindi nila makuhang sagutin, at hindi nila makuhang magbatian. Si JP ay nabighani sa kanyang ningning at ganda, samantalang siya naman ay nanibago kay JP. “Binata na pala ito!” Ang nasabi sa kanyang sarili. Buhat noon, kung sila'y magkasalubong ay tumutungo siya upang mailagan ang mata ng kanyang pinsang binata at si JP naman ay lumilihis ng daan dahil sa malaking pagkahiya at pag-aalang-alang sa kanyang pinsang dalaga.

Kaya ganoon na lamang ang gulat ni Lisa ng tanggapin niya ang sulat ni JP.

"Marunong na palang lumigaw ang pilyo," ang wika pang nakangiti.

Ipinalagay niyang si JP ay nahihibang o kaya'y nagbibiro lang. Kaya hindi pinansin ang liham ng binata. Saka ang pag-ibig ay hindi pa rin naman nagigising sa kanyang puso.

Pagkaraan ng mahigit na dalawang linggo ay nagsisi si JP kung bakit siya nakapagtapat pa kay Lisa ng kanyang saloobin. Wala nga namang dapat pagsisihan. Ngayon na lamang niya naintindihan na  malayo siyang ibigin ng kanyang magandang pinsan. Si Lisa ay tanyag na tanyag sa mga lipunan, mula ng lumabas sa kolehiyo, samantalang siya'y palad ng makadalo sa isang piging minsan sa isang buwan. Maraming maginoo at propesyonal na binata na nangingibig kay Lisa samantala siya ay isang estudyante pa lamang na pinakakain at pinaghihirapan ng kanyang ama. Naintindihan niya na isa nga naman kabaliwan ang kanyang pag-ibig.   Lalong lumalim ang kanyang pagkahiya sa harap ni Lisa. Kung minsang sila'y nagkakatagpo sa isang sayawan o piging ay hindi niya magawang sumulyap man lamang sa mukha ng kanyang pinsang dalaga, habang ito'y ngingiti-ngiti at parang nagsasayang-loob ang makitang siya'y labis na naguguluhan.

Nguni't ano ang kanyang gagawin? Siya ay lalaki at lalaking may puso. Ang tibok ng puso ay makapangyarihan. At hindi maaaring pigilin, lalong mahirap at hindi mangyayaring limutin niya si Lisa. Si Lisa ay inibig na niya at minahal, sinundan-sundan ng paningin at ninanais ng buong kaluluwa mula pa sa kanilang kabataaan. Ang isang bagayna tumimo na sa kanyang diwa at tumanim sa puso sa panahon ng kamusmusan, ay hindi na malilimot at mamamatay sa habang panahon. “Ang mga ala-ala ng ating kabataan ay siyang matamis sa lahat, sariwa sa lahat at mahal sa lahat” bulong ni JP sa sarili habang nakikita ang marikit na iniirog. Talagang si JP ay hindi nakalimutan si Lisa.  Ewan nga lamang niya kung bakit nawala na sa isip ng dalagang yaon ang kanilang kahapong puno sa kaningningan ng mga musmos na kaisipan at mangamoy sa pabango ng kawalang-malay.   Wala nang masakit na alalahanin na gaya ng mga ala-alang nagbabalik sa gunita ni JP. Ngayon siya'y nasa gitna ng luha at lungkot.

Nang hindi nagtamo ng tugon ang ikalimang sulat ni JP kay Lisa, ay naisip ng binata na hindi na siya muli pang susulat sa pinsang walang puso.  Naisip niyang sayang lamang ang panahon at pagod nang magpakabaliw sa isang bagay na hindi matatamo. Ang pag-ibig ay may dalawang hanggahan:  luwalhati at pagtitiis. Ngunit sa pagtitiis siya itinalaga ng tadhana ay tila kabaitan ang sumang-ayon sa guhit ng kanyang palad. May araw ding mapapansin niuoman ang kanyang kalungkutan at pagdurusa.  Sadyang ang ano mang pangarap na mahalaga at dakila ay hindi natutupad sa iisang gabi.  Kinakailangang maglamay at magpakasakit, maghirap at lumuha.

Pinag-ibayo na lamang ni JP ang pag-aaral. Kung siya'y makatapos na ng karera, sa kahit ano mang paraan ay hindi na kahiya-hiyang mangibig kahit kanino. Ang titulo ay isang sandata na malaki ang nagagawa. Kung wala mang paglingap si Lisa sa kanya ngayon baka kung siya ay isang doktor na ay lumambot din ang puso at masira ang kalooban ng pinsang walang awa. Kaya nagsunog ng kilay at halos patayin na ni JP ang sarrili sa pag-aaral.

Samantalang si Lisa ay patuloy sa kanyang pagkabulaklak ng lipunan. Kung sabagay ay hindi naman siya katulad ng ibang dalagang pag natatanyag na sa gitna ng sinungaling na sosyedad ay nagkakaroon ng marungis na ugali ang dati’y magandang dangal at ang angking kabanguha'y na pagsasamantalahan ng ilang mapagsamantala. Si Lisa ay hindi ganun. Habang siya ay nangingibabaw ay lalo siyang nagpapakalinis at nagpapabuti, lalong pinag-iibayo ang kanyang kababaang-loob, at katamisan ng ugali, lalong sinikap na siya'y maging karapat-dapat sa mata ng bayang nakabantay sa kanyang mga kilos.

Pagkaraan pa ng tatlong taon ay nagtapos din si JP sa pagka-manggagamot. Isang batang-batang manggagamot na hinihintay ng magandang pag-asa at pinatatapang ng lalong matatamis na pangarap. Datapwat kung ano ang tagumpay ngayon ni JP ay siya namang kabiguan ni Lisa. Dahil sa malabis na pagpupuyat gabi-gabi sa kung saan-saang sayawang idinaraos ng gayo't ganitong samahan, bukod pa sa panonood ng mga sine, ang magandang katawan ni Lisa ay hindi nakatagal. Siya'y dumura ng dugo at unti-unting nangayayat. Dahan-dahang nalanta ang rosas sa kanyang dalawang pisngi at lumalim ang kanyang mga mata.

Nang mabalitaan ni JP ang kaawa-awang kalagayan ni Lisa ay dali-daling inihandog ang kanyang tulong. Ang pinsang dalaga ay tumalima naman sa kanya. Ang buong panahon at pagsisikap ni JP ay inukol na lahat sa pagpapagaling ng karamdaman ng kanyang minamahal.

"Malulunasan mo pa kayo ako, JP?" ang tanong sa kanya pinsang may sakit.

"Oo, gagaling ka, pagagalingin kita, aalagaan kita," ang masuyong tugon ni JP.

Isang matamlay na ngiti ang itinugon ng dalaga. Inilipat ni JP si Lisa sa kanyang bahay-bakasyunan sa mataas at malamig na lugar ng Baguio. May apat na buwan na si Lisa sa kanyang tirahan. Ang sariwa at malinis na simoy ng hangin, ang mabibiyaya at katangi-tanging singaw ng nagmumula sa mga bundok at ang mabuting paraan ng panggagamot ni JP ay siyang nakatulong upang lubusang gumaling ang karamdaman ng paralumang maysakit. May dalawang buwan pa lamang si Lisa sa itaas ng Baguio ay tumigil na ang pagdura ng dugo, sumunod ang pagkapawi ng ubo sa gabi at sa umaga. Nanumbalik din ang dating mapulang kulay sa kanyang mukha at gayundin rikit ng kanyang katawan.

Isang malamig na gabi, ang buwan ay parang nakabitin sa langit na halos mangasul-ngasul, si JP at si Lisa ay mapayapang naka-upo sa at nagkakape sa may beranda ng kangyang bahay.
"Salamat sa iyo, JP," anang binibiro, "utang ko sa iyo ang aking buhay. Ano kaya ang maibabayad ko sa iyong kagandahang loob?"

"Lisa," sabi naman ng binata. "Pinagaling ko ang iyong sakit sa tulong ng Maykapal. Dapat ang karamdaman ko naman ang iyong bigyang lunas."
"Anong karamdaman mo?"

"Ang karamdaman ng aking puso."

"Aba, si JP, hindi mo pa ba nakakalimutan ang bagay na iyan?"

"Kailan man ay hindi! Ang aking pag-ibig sa iyo ay malala kaysa ano mang sakit, Lisa, lalong malubha."

"Ano ang sasabihin sa atin ng tao? Magpinsan tayo'y..."

"Sa pagsinta ay walang magpinsan,” ang putol ni JP. "Lalong mabuti sapagka't iisa ang dugong dumadaloy sa ating mga ugat, iisa ang ating damdamin, iisa ang ating diwa at puso. At bakit natin pakikinggan ang sasabihin ng ibang tao kung tayo naman ay tunay na nagmamahalan? Ang dila ng tao ay sadyang makasalanan at hindi tunay kung maghusga. Alalahanin mo ang ating kabataan, ang pagmamahalan natin noong tayo'y mga batang musmos at inosente pa lamang. Hindi ka ba nanghihinayang sa lahat ng yaon kung ikaw o ako, ngayong ikaw ay may gulang nang ganap, ay mapasaibang kamay at mapasaibang dibdib?"

"Ngunit"

"Huwag ka ng magdahilan, Lisa. Sabihin mo na sa aking ako'y minamahal mo rin tulad ng pagmamahal ko sa iyo. Ang laman ng iyong puso ay nakikita sa iyong mga mata, kaya huwag mo na sanang susian ang iyong bibig.”

Hindi na nakuhang mangatwiran ng dalaga. Ang katotohanan ay matagal na rin siyang umiibig nang lihim sa kanyang tinuring na pinsan at mula ng nanariwa sa kanyang puso ang matamis na ala-ala ng kanilang kabataang yumao.

Bago sila naghiwalay ng gabing yaon at magtungo sa kani-kanilang silid ay pinabaunan muna niya si JP ng isang matamis na halik at inabutan ng isang bulaklak.

"Hayan ang aking pag-ibig."

"Pag-aralan mo sanang mahalin."

Ngunit sa pag-abot ni Lisa ng bulaklak ay hinila siya ng binata papalapit at binugbog ng sunud-sunod na halik. Halos buong puso namang niyang tinugun ang pagmamahal ng binata at buong magdamag, silang dalawa’y magkayakap at nagpapalitan ng matatamis na halik.

Nabalitaan na lamang ng lahat sa kahanga-hangang siyudad na rin ng malamig na Baguio idinaos ang kasalan ni Lisa at ni JP.

Badly in love

2008-04-17T12:48:00.000-07:00

I’m badly in love right now. With whom? Sorry, it’s not with a person, but rather with what. Right now, I say that I am badly in love with writing. Yes! I am badly in love with writing, for this hobby of mine is transformed into a passion.

Before, writing, for me was just a simple compliance to some requirements given by our teachers for some particular subjects, such as Filipino and English. It was a task that I should do in order to pass the subject. But time passed, and from compliance, it developed into a hobby. Writing became my simple manner to express myself, to have such thoughts of mine be a work of art and be persevered for life.

As I recall, I started writing in our native language, Filipino. I began with poems; free verse or haiku. Then poems became essays, and all the more, stories. But, all of it was in the context of compliance to the requirements and assignments for some subject matters. I still remember that when I’m done with one, I’ll read it to my self and submit it. But, it does not give me any contentment. Then, without the idea of writing for compliance, I made one for my self, with our language, and when I was done with it, I read it by myself. That time, I felt fulfillment and contentment from within me, brought by this work of mine. Then, I continued writing in our language, and soon on our secondary language, English. I realized that there is much more to develop in myself, in terms of the skill, I still have to do more. So, I hone the skill, not contented with what I am right now, I continue to write, ask the help of others, mostly their comment and corrections on my work, and re-write my work . It is then that this hobby of writing becomes a passion with in me. I realized it when there came some time that thoughts stream through my mind, when hunger for paper and pen came and the desire to have those thoughts preserved for eternity also follows.

As this passion grows, the love and desire to develop myself also grows and I promise to myself that I will write, and will always write to express what’s within me.

Just like Superman...

2008-04-13T00:06:00.001-07:00

I just thought of this saying, the idea came from the film Superman Returns. Here it is,

"I can not fly, nor halt a running train or a bullet, but just like Superman, "I'm always around."

On the verge of letting go…

2008-03-31T13:58:00.000-07:00

I’m really not in good shape these days. I feel lost, exhausted, drained. I’m really having trouble within me… to the point of letting go – letting go of this precious gift that I’ve treasured for the past three years. I badly wanted to leave and face that great world outside these walls, not knowing what awaits me there. I’m really discouraged these times that even the trust and confidence to myself I forgot. I’m really tired of having the same routine, even though that I know to myself that it will not make me happy, I still want to do it, but I want just to free myself from this place, where I could feel exhaustion and lost. I’m badly discouraged. I want to let go, let go and move away – from this place which is my last resort in having my self back to life again. I know that I must be strong, but how can I be if I cannot see any support from others, if I can’t feel Him, if I cannot feel any more of me. I’m really lost, discouraged and tired with these happenings right now.

Lost

2008-03-16T03:30:00.000-07:00

This very day, I lost a person in my life. My dad called me this afternoon saying that my Lola (Grandma) Doray died. Her real name was Teodora San Pascual, my grandmother from my father’s side. She was the aunt of my dad, and as I can recall, I grew up some of my childhood in her midst, when we were still living near them. Well, I really loved her so much, just like my own grandparents. I still remember when she was still alive and strong, how she would let me in her house and in her little store, wherein she would always offer or give me something in return of my visit to her. I really missed her much, for when I grew up already and my parents decided to transfer from them, I had little chances of seeing her. Well, I see how her health decline and how she became bed-ridden due to her ailments.

Now, that she’s already resting in the presence of Christ, she will rest assured of my prayers.

p.s. please also include her in your prayers. Thanks.

Hay…

2008-03-16T02:22:00.000-07:00

The first day of the Holy week has already passed, the Palm or Passion Sunday, and with that I had a very tiring and stressing day. I really got exhausted from the activities and preparations that I did for this very, the first day of Holy week. Hay, after those things, I just thought that I am the sacristan again for the same liturgical season. Hay, I’m really tired for this first day, and still thinking and looking forward of the coming days of preparations, of grand masses and liturgical services (Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and the Easter Vigil). I really got a long week ahead, with lots of things to consider and prepare. Even thought, I already experienced it from the last year, it is still a different thing for this year. Well, even though this task is indeed tiring, I still got to do it, maybe not for me or for the reason that I just have to fulfill them, but for a greater reason of serving that Person whom we all serve and who has chosen me to do this task – Our Lord. For Him, I will do this!

Closing the eyes…

2008-03-14T14:35:00.000-07:00

Well, I somehow learned the effect of closing our eyes. The other day, I got tired of our regular day run and being exposed to so much pressure, responsibilities, and little difficulties, while facing my computer, thinking to have a new write-up, I shut my eyes for a while, but suddenly I fell into a sleep. A friend just woke me up then said, “kung pagod ka na, magpahinga na.” (If you’re tired already, take some rest.) By then, I already realized how tired I was and really wanting to get out of this world for a while to breath some air, but I just cannot do it. And so as, how did the closing of my eyes help to be out of this world for a while, aside that I fell a sleep, it really helps. While closing my eyes, I realized that I didn’t see the things I don’t want, for example is the pile of computer works I have to do, and also I didn’t see the things I wanted. During those times, that I had my eyes shut, I just saw darkness in me that when that friend of mine woke me up, I went back to the real world. It, closing of the eyes, really works especially when you’re getting stressed already of so much work. Hay, I really felt good after that I closed my eyes, even for those moments.

My Other Name's Hidden meaning...

2008-03-13T16:07:00.000-07:00

Since I got another nickname,which is JC, I look for what's its hidden meaning. I'm always called by that name by those who were close to me, mostly my family, relatives and some friends. And I really used to be called by that even though I'm also called as CLEMENS. It brings me back my childhood years. So, here’s the meaning of my nickname…JC

You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.
You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.
You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.

You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.
You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.
A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.

Something bothers

2008-03-10T13:21:00.000-07:00

Last night, I really find it hard, for no reason, to sleep. I don’t know why. Is it the weather? The day that passed? Or I just rally can’t sleep easily that night? I already said my personal prayers, which I know that when I do it, I am ready and willing to fall a sleep. But still, I was not able to do so. Due to my frustration, I looked for a good position, hoping that it will help, but it did not. Tired of rolling and changing my position over the bed, I shut my eyes forcing myself to sleep, but still, it did not have its effect. Since, I really can’t sleep and having a more frustration due to it, I decided to just lie on my bed and reflect and be silent, but rather than reflecting, I found myself reminiscing. Thoughts flow down in my mind about a friend, my high school teachers and friends; and so was my family. I wanted focused myself on one of these thoughts, but I was not able to do so for I already went to my slumber. Already in my sleep, but still I was disturb by those thoughts in my dream having me to rise up in the middle of the night and have a difficulty in going back to my slumber. There is really something that bothers from within. I really don’t know what was it nor who it was, but it really disturb me and frustrates me, even having me rise up in the middle of the night.

My Name's Hidden meaning...

2008-03-09T00:42:00.000-08:00

What Clemens Means

You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.
You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.
A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.
You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.
You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.
You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.
You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.

writing a thesis...

2008-03-03T00:02:00.000-08:00

writing a thesis...right now, I'm plunging myself into deep readings and re-readings of some articles and researches from the web, books, journals and the likes, with regards to our thesis. It's been long since I worked on it, maybe because of so many tasks that I was able to put it aside. Well, right now, it's been a great challenge for me working on it again, because I'm already, again, occupied by so many tasks. But, the good thing was, I was always reminded by a friend who keeps on telling me to just read it again and piece by piece work on it. Well, it somehow help because, at least, I am working on it during my free periods...aside from writing some reflections in my blog. It, again, occupied my thoughts and the idea of finishing it, well, before I cram with it in the end of my fourth year.
p.s. please pray for it's success...hehehe...thanks...

Quotes...

2008-02-26T11:20:00.000-08:00

I just made these following quotes for some of my friends. And also for those who were visiting my site. I hope you'll like it. Thanks. (If you already know some of them or heard some of them, sorry but I did not copy it.)

" Our life is like an empty canvass that we fill with the colors from our experiences."

" Always put God at the center of your life." (my personal motto)

" Silence will help you hear the noises in your heart."

" A friend is someone who hurt you always but love you most."

" As you walk through this journey called LIFE, always look to the Future, face the Present and treasure the Past."

KABATAK!!!

2008-02-20T12:24:00.000-08:00

(From L-R: Kerwin, Whil, Clemens (me), Del, Enzo)

This was a picture taken from our hike at Mt. Makulot, when we were still first year aspirants.
It is a nice thing that the five of us are still here in the seminary right now on our third year.

KABATAK...is a name given by Del to our little group. The group that has been tested by the hardships, challenges and problems that went through us all here in this four-walled place. The group which is bonded and united by the laughs and tears we shared, we that will still stand for one another in both the times of pain and joy, most of the times - pains.
To our group, hope that we may keep our friendship going even though we part ways.

KABATAK!!! ROCK ON!!!

Changing my Multiply Theme

2008-02-19T11:59:00.000-08:00

I was browsing the web this day when I thought of doing some changes to my multiply site. So I started with the simple themes suggested from the site but was not satisfied by any of them, then I went to this site, customizedthemes.multiply.com, to check for some themes that will be able to suit my taste, so I found this theme (check my site). I chose it because it reflects my child-like imagery of myself. The playful, the curious, the jolly and silent part of me.
Also, I chose this theme because I was fond of Detective Conan, the young detective who was transformed into a child by some goons who were afraid of him. And so, the color Blue, it is one of my favorite colors aside from red, white and black, that's why I made the choice of picking this one which really goes inside me.
Thanks and Enjoy your visit.

Ang BOSCONIAN

2008-02-17T11:13:00.000-08:00

This came from a friend of mine who studies at DB Manda... well, it really speaks about who a Bosconian really is, even though he or she comes from different setting (Makati, Mandaluyong, Canlubang, Tarlac, Pampanga or even Nueva Ecija).

from: Fr. Vester Casaclang.

1. Malinis pagpasok, madungis paguwi pero mabango parin.

2. Magulo, maingay pero magalang.

3. Alam lahat ng latest sa kamundohan pero marunong magdasal.

4. Riot rakista, hip hop mailap, alter heater, lahat ng tunog, mapabulong o sigawan pero gentlemen.

5. Kamay pang grasa, kuryente at makina pero hustler sa computer, guitara at ano-ano pa.

6. Itsurang anghel pero useful sa kusina, sa garahe at sa buhatan.

7. Marunong tumalon, tumakbo, lumangoy, lumipad, sumayaw, kumanta, umarte at gumawa ng audio video presentation.

8. Ang dami nilang subjects, assignments, projects, activities pero may oras pa sila magbasketball, mag computer at tambay sa G4.

9. Mga gwapo, makisig, maliksi, maabilidad at chick magnet pero hindi playboy. haha!

10. All of the above na siya pero humble lang kahit may panyo sa kaliwa, rosaryo sa kanan at may maipagmamalaki sa gitna.

Simple but irresistable.

BOSCONIANS .

Who am I?

2007-12-02T19:18:00.000-08:00

I am John Clemens B. Texon, the eldest son of Ferdinand and Ana Marie Texon…
I may say that I am a son who is not that good and not that bad, a discerner of God’s call, an altar server, a poet, short story writer and teller, a soccer and table tennis player, a choir member, an actor, a drummer, a fanatic of Parokya ni Edgar and Kamikazee, a friend, best friend but not anymore can be a boyfriend. But all the more, I am a son of God.

A good shepherd

2007-11-21T18:07:00.000-08:00

Last Monday, Bro. Jun, sdb called me and Ronel for there was a lost lamb in front of their house (The Salesian's Residence). He told us to help him to bring back that lamb to its herd. So what Ronel and I did is to get that lamb and carry it. Then, I was the one to be able to caught it and carry it. While I was carrying it, Bro. Jun and Ronel lead the way. We went to the place of Tatang Jess, the school farmer, thinking that the herd but he was not there. Good thing, Boni was there so he told us that the herd was in the football field near that area. So, we went there and lead that little lamb back to its herd. Since, I was carrying it; I was the one who was privileged to carry it back to its herd. Then we left with such gladness because we were able to help a creature of God, even though we were late for dinner.

After, what happened, Ronel started calling me a good shepherd who looks and carries his lost sheep. Then I thought of Jesus who really was the GOOD SHEPHERD who did the same for every one of us.

That event was really inspiring and very helpful for reflection for me, who is aspiring to be like a good shepherd like our LORD JESUS CHRIST.

Writer's block

2007-11-21T17:59:00.000-08:00

I'm now writing my second short story. I'm already about to finish it, but right now, I'm having this problem that thoughts are not coming out of my mind. I'm already dying to finish it but because I'm having this writer's block that I can't proceed with my story.And what I did, I put it aside of my table then just return to it when I 've got ideas already. And I already put a dead line for myself so that I'm under-pressure about this thing. I'm really eager to finish it.

barkada...

2007-10-26T20:43:00.000-07:00

this was my inspiration for the short story I made for our Creative Writing class...

There was a couple of friend in a barkada – a guy and a gal. Their barkada was indeed intimate to each other; they care and love one another as siblings do. But because of this closeness with in their barkada, the couple became much intimate and caring for one another until they tend to be interested on certain things that only the two of them know among the group. As their friendship developed, the gap among them became narrow as they do things beyond the usual like they tease each other more than they did before, talking only by themselves. Even though they were still joining the group, it made them hard to express their feelings to each other that are sometimes keep them apart from each other, playing safe from their emotions and towards their barkada. But their feelings were uncontrollable, even though, they act like that in the eyes of their friends; they still find their selves in love with each other. As their feelings to each other deepen and strengthen, an old fellow tease them,”Why not become boyfriend and girlfriend?” they looked to each other, with a look that has so meanings for each of them. And due to it, their friendship turned into a mutual understanding until they made the joke into real. They fell in love with each other, even though they know to each other that they were waiting and searching for their right someone. They act lovers even if they should not. And they were afraid, fearing what will their friends say, cause the group only know that they were just became close till some bounds. And as their state deepens, they don’t even want to lose each other anymore and halt that love between them. Stopping it entails sadness, hardships and pains between them. And when their friendship turned into love, letting go becomes a dilemma. And then they became firm of their decision to continue that love facing and taking every challenge with in it. But their relationship went into so much problems and difficulties making them to end up in separate ways.

...

2007-10-11T07:51:00.000-07:00

like my any other literary work, I always use ellipses when I can't talk about something anymore, when I lost words already. And since, it's been a long time since I write for my blog, because of so many requirements and responsibilities, let this be my first post after that long rest of blogging.
To my readers, just wait for more of my works of reflection. Thank you and God Bless...

MOMMY!!!

2007-08-05T16:55:00.000-07:00

How I call you when I was little,

For you knew that I was very brittle.

Calling you for a task I cannot do,

And there you came to do so.

When you heard my little cries,

Running you was to give me a

sweet lullaby.

And when I stop to take a rest,

You did not leave me

But rather gave me much caress.

And now that I have left our loving abode,

to follow His voice on this very road.

I still remember you very ways of loving and caring for me.

And the only words I can say for you,

Thank you and I love you, Mom.

A Reflection

2007-07-29T00:56:00.000-07:00

“A requirement turned ENRICHMENT”

Watching movie this Saturday never came to my mind because of so many requirements that I have to do, so during that day, I planned already which I have to do first among my list, and I saw my requirement at World Folklore, our class with Kuya Juvelan. And I have decided to do it first. After our lunch this day, I saw written on the board these words, “VTR: Freedom Writers, Highly Recommended”, and below it was these, “3^rd year Creative Writing students are required to watch.” Seeing those words, my plans for this day were shattered and adjusted. I felt bad by it but I said to myself, “its alright changes do come.” So upon letting it happen, letting those changes goes, questions streamed into my mind such as, what kind of movie is that? Who were the characters? What’s the story all about? Is it related to our subject?

Seeing the title, it gave me a hint that its all about writers and writing, but what kind of writers? I told to myself. And that’s my last question for that movie.

VTR (movie watching term in the seminary) time came and we went to Tanghalan (seminary’s all purpose hall). I placed myself behind the crowd, seating near Enzo, Whil and Del. When everyone’s settled, we immediately started the film. And I focused on seeing it.

The film started with chaotic scenes such us guns shooting, flames and smokes. Chaos, real chaos was depicted at the start of the film. And it was followed by a job scene interview. And from there the story pf the film started to flow.

The film was all about a new hired English teacher who has a class filled that all her students were gang members. So during the start of her classes, chaos always happens among her students. Seeing that, she started breaking the groups in her class and challenged her self to make her students united, and to know her students, these guys outside the classroom. And one day, she started giving off journals to her students and instructing them to just write, write everything that they want to write about. And asking them to put it in a cabinet if they want it to be read by her. At the beginning it hard for her and the students, but one night when she checked the cabinet all of her students’ journals were there, and seeing them, she started reading it one by one. Through these journals, she came to know them one by one for they write more about themselves and they opened their selves to her (I really like how they depict that part of the movie while she was reading each journal, as if they were talking to her). And through this method, she was able to capture the hearts of her students until they developed much affection to her and even to the point that they even don’t want to have another English teacher besides her.

The film, for me, was really superb. The story was awesome, as it focused on the teacher-students relationship and how the students became neophyte writers. I really admire the teacher as she courageously face this kind of students and harnessing them to become better and turning them into FREEDOM WRITERS.

I was able to relate on the story as I find myself writing poems and prose right now. Some maybe requirements but most of them were my enrichments.

After the film, I said to my self, I also was a FREEDOM WRITER – writing freely to express myself, to bring out that creative being inside of me. And as I write, I want it be read by those people concern or just want to know about me, just like the students did.

An Interview to a friend

2007-07-25T17:14:00.000-07:00

The Voice that calls within…

Seminary is a place where future clergies are formed. This is place for discerning God’s call. It is house for some people. And for some it is a piece of heaven here on earth. But why some people enter the seminary? This is a common question for all. So to have an answer to that question and some other questions, I interviewed a seminarian from Don Bosco College Seminary Canlubang.

Our interviewee has graduated from Don Bosco Technical Institute, Makati. He is a former Don Bosco Youth Center member in the same school. He is fond of playing basketball, soccer and mostly billiards. He was a former soccer player of Don Bosco Technical Institute. He is now in the seminary as a junior seminarian. And he is Ryan Lorenzo Singson.

I interviewed him about his life in the seminary and asked some questions about it. I asked him, “Why did you enter the seminary?” He answered it with a smile on his face and said, “I believe that I entered the seminary for a purpose, but for some the reason is not acceptable.” He stopped and added, “Like a child, I’m here to fulfill my dreams. A dream to be a superhero; to save souls.” Then I asked him about his motivation his to enter the seminary. He said that at first, he just want to fulfill his dreams but realizing it’s not enough and not accepted by some. He continued to enter the seminary. Now he is more motivated by the companionship of the other seminarians because even though there were hardships, he was able to surpass it with the aid of his batch mate and fellow seminarians. After that question, I asked him, “Are you decided to finish this journey?” Then he thinks and answered, “No, by now I’m not decided, that’s why I’m here to discern. But for me, I would really like to finish this journey of priesthood.” My next question, “how do you find the seminary?” He answered it with gladness and then told me that it was great, he enjoyed in there even if there are lot of hardships, he like in the seminary. Then I ended my interview with this question, “What is your message for those who want to enter the seminary?” He think of it silently and said,” Follow your dreams, listen to what your heart says.” Then quoted a line from a song saying, “Follow the voice that calls within…” And concluded by these words,” The only thing that matter is following your heart and eventually you’ll get it right.” With that we I end the interview.

It is really good to know what make a person decide to enter the seminary. And I hope with those answers of that seminarian, you were inspired. And then someday, you are also sharing those words to other person. Or might be answering those question with a great smile in your heart.

As silence fills me

2007-07-25T00:11:00.000-07:00

It was the most silent part of my life,

As my family and I traveled the road

that leads to a new site.

With my things placed in such bags,

And questioning my self,

“What’s with our stillness?”

My mom was quite.

My dad stares at the road serenely,

And me, at the back of the car,

filled with questions and silence.

I do not know why,

I do not know what.

Only one thing I knew and felt

this will be regretful.

As silence filled the car,

we continued this journey,

ending up in front of a wide gate,

through a place surrounded by walls.

And passing through this gate we did,

as new faces went to meet us and greet.

Took and carried my belongings

to lead me into my new dwelling.

Silence was still in me as I explore this very place,

But a word shattered that ear-breaking stillness,

and brought me much sadness.

“Goodbye”, my mom uttered

as tears fell from her weary eyes,

while giving an embrace as sweet as her lullaby,

for now I take the seminary as my new life,

and taking it entails a sweet GOODBYE.

A precious gift

2007-07-18T18:24:00.000-07:00

A precious gift I have received,

from someone who has many to give.

For this gift I have is not just a thing,

but rather a spiritual bliss.

It was a gift I doubted to receive,

for I know it will take everything what I’ve live,

and hardships and trials are entailed with it.

But this gift was not a surprise,

For it was kept in our treasure chest.

As it was kept,

Years I take to give its first breath.

Free at last,

To take the seminary as its path.

For this gift I have take was the vocation of mine,

which was my reason at this very time.

And through God’s invitation,

Seminary, I found as my destination.

Now, it’s been 3 years since I have this gift,

Praying out to God is the strength for it.

For this was my very precious gift

I have received.

He calls...

2007-07-18T18:22:00.000-07:00

A little lad I was,

and serving at the Mass was my favorite task.

Never thinking of my future was,

just letting the work of His mighty hands.

As I grew and continue this task,

God’s mighty hands were still at its work

on my life.

But one day,

a shift He made in my life,

calling me to follow His very path.

And upon responding to his call,

I find myself with I the seminary walls.

He calls.

I respond.

And in this place I was fond.

Now thanking Him for His guiding hands,

That made me chose this rightful path.

The end

2007-07-11T16:45:00.000-07:00

Light shines out
in a huge white room,
filled with cries and murmurs
of the people around my sight.

In my front,
lamenting people were gathered,
encircling a white-colored
casket.

So I stood to see
who's inside?
I saw my grandma
asleep so tight.

I asked my mom,
"Is she dead?"
She did not utter
but nod her head.

Seeing this,
I stopped for a while.
Then tears flowed
from my eyes,
telling myself,
"Death has put my grandma
into the end."

Water

2007-07-11T16:29:00.000-07:00

Water flows with an infinite end,
covering this world's farthest end.
Created by God from His strength and love,
shares life as a gift from Him above.

A horrid creature when at rage,
but humble lad at times of peace.
A fount of life for everyone,
a selfless being from the Holy One.

Filled with love for so many,
who has a heart that is not empty.

Described as blue,
concealing the earth's vastness,
for such a hue,
that symbolizes such calmness.

Now, as this streams everywhere,
let it flow and share the love

God has given

For you...

2007-07-11T13:04:00.000-07:00

Words can't be compressed
to described how I love you,
but through my little deeds,
I hope it will do.

With you, time, I may not share,
but let this love fill
the scarcity, I know you bear.

And in those times,
you're distressed.
Do not fall,
but rather lean on me,
for I will give you much
caress.

As I end this lovely poem
for you, I offer, my precious one.
I hoped it made you glad,
for loving me is hard and sad.
But, I always pray to God
that this love I have
is true for you, my love.

VAMPIRE

2007-07-04T16:39:00.000-07:00

In the night, a serene creature I am

Sleeping unconsciously on my side.

Wand’ring in my dream, I was

When a horrid creature sprung from unknown.

Walking carefully in the gloomy,

cold night,

Looking for a victim for his

good appetite,

And when he saw me at

my powerless might,

He attacks me and feasts on

my precious blood, that night,

Leaving me marks of his stingy bite.

My Dwelling Place

2007-07-04T16:35:00.000-07:00

Business’ city is where I belong,

the city of lights and moneymaking

but in that city whose towering

walls are raised,

Hidden is my dwelling place.

My little abode within the

noisy streets,

Encircled with screeches of those

tires within reach

Yet even in that place where noise prevails,

Still my house with harmonious

laughs and giggles are filled.

Though busy minds reign

my place,

Love’s never ebb

my dwelling place.

And love’s, turned our house

into a mansion

filled with care, kindness and heart.

But now, I left, to trek this path I take,

Memories in my heart prevail,

Thus, never will it be lost from

My sight.

A Look back

2007-07-04T16:25:00.000-07:00

Three years have already passed after my high school. And as this academic year start, I want to have a look back, into another chapter of my life, my high school life.

According to a song of Sharon Cuneta, “… oh! My high school, kay saya…” it depicts how her high school life was.

And as I have this look back, I would attest to it, basing it from my high school experiences. High school, for me, was really happy and joyful like what she had mentioned or even more, but it also became daring as I went higher every year. At times, it became gloomy because of the pains and sorrows that it brought into me. It was also the part of my life that was filled with so much growth, in terms of maturity; in knowledge as a preparation for higher education, and also losses, in those childish acts I still had. But what really is worth remembering in that part of my life was the FRIENDSHIP – the bond I was able to develop among my co-students and some of my teachers. And that FRIENDSHIP I have acquired and nourished during those times was quite admirable, because of the bond that developed among us, after becoming classmates for 4 consecutive years (I was in section 1 of my whole high school days, that’s why, the set of my classmates that I had underwent minimal changes, some remained and some transferred to other section). And for the reason of our friendship, I trekked high school life not leaving just a pair of footprints, but instead a number of them. I walked through the bitter valleys and smooth plains of it not alone but with hands and comrades accompanying me, by helps and cheers given by those close to me.

As the years went by, fourth year came and graduation is at its peak, our FRIENDSHIP became stronger and turned out into a BROTHERHOOD. And on graduation day, goodbyes are then said. For each have already chosen a path to take, but still BROTHERHOOD will last.

“ To all my classmates and teachers at San Antonio National High School, THANK YOU. It was great having you in my life. I will never forget what we shared together.”

The Will of God

2007-07-03T00:11:00.001-07:00

“Your will be done…” this are the words that Jesus the Christ said during his agony in the garden of Gethsemane. He leaves everything to God the Father. With those words he is willing to obey His Father’s will. Due to that obedience and trust he suffered and died on the cross for our sake. With that gospel, I can say that the will of God is a very thing to find and follow. It is the only thing that would make us happy in this world. You, have you let the will of God to work on your life?

It is really hard to find and follow God’s will for us due to many distractions and sometimes options to choose in our world today. But it will make us happy and contented when we are able to find it and follow it. It is God’s grace for us to follow it. And with that will you will know your purpose on this world. But as you find it, you are going to have many test, difficulties and trials that might move you not to follow it. And the good thing is to overcome them not alone rather with the help form God. With that will you can do anything under his grace, you can overcome everything and fulfill them with great joy. That’s how God work for all of us and that’s how to work with the will of God.

As a seminarian, I may say that his will is the one of my power and strength to stay and persevere in my vocation. Although I have my family, friends, batch mates and formators, God is my best companion in this journey, so following his will would make fulfill this dream. And in his will, I’m happy and contented even there are so many struggles, difficulties and fears to overcome. Now I’m three years here in seminary and I’m really happy and strong working with His will.

“Not as I will, but your will be done…” beautiful words from the Christ whom He made first and then being transferred to us. Now let us make this beautiful word from Him also be beautiful for us. These are the words that we should always remember in times of problems or even in our decisions. These words should be in each one of because in Him, everything has meaning.

What I want to write about….

2007-07-03T00:07:00.000-07:00

I don’t know what topic is good to talk or write about at this moment, but let me talk about or write about my childhood, the part of my life in which I have really enjoyed. It is my favorite part of my life that I always and love to reminisce.

My childhood life was just a simple life of a little child who loves to eat, play and sleep. But what I really love in that part of my life was the care, attention and mostly the love I received from those people in my life at that moment, and one of them is my grandma, whom I called Mommy Chie.

Mommy Chie was my ever-loving grandmother. The mother of my mom and the person who really cared for me in this part of my life, for the reason that both of my parents were still working at that time. I really enjoyed being with her. And one of the things that I’ll never forget on her was her ways and the food that she cooked for me. She also helped me in my studies and loves to fetch me at school. Those are my happy memories with her. But when she got ill and then eventually died, I really cried a lot. I never played nor ate regular at that time of her wake. I really felt bad and mourned about her lost but when I would always look back at the times we had, I was very happy.

And that’s my childhood, a part of my child life, mostly with my grandma, Mommy Chie. This part of my life was really worth remembering.

The Reason Why I Write

2007-06-27T17:45:00.000-07:00

After 8 years that I started writing poems and essays that compose of reflections, reactions or just a sprout of an idea or inspiration, it was my first time to encounter a question given by Fr. Joel, sdb in our Creative Writing class. and the question was... Why do I write? That was really a question to be answered not as a compliance to the subject, but also to give reasons to what I've been doing for the past 8 years of my life. And also to give reason to my works before and until the future.

Why do I write?

Writing means a lot and serves a lot. Someone writes to inform, others to communicate and for some to entertain. But for me, I write for me to bring out that sleeping being with in me. The being that some people don't know about and they don't see on my daily interactions. And that being is the creative, imaginative and playful me. Its no monster but only a being, a serene being that is just underlying this external appearance of mine. Even if that being is not a monster or a hideous beast, it sometimes becomes uncontrollable when I am in anger, hatred or sad but tamable when I'm happy, contented or in love. That being also brings me, to my ideal world, to the world I think of,or even dream of. That was such a being who helps me in writing such poems and essays.

To sum it all up, I write... to express myself, to let out that emotions with in me. And also to feel contentment and happiness on myself as I like to my works. And I also write to entertain to make somebody glad. And that's my reason why I write.

MY PEERS

2007-06-22T20:46:00.002-07:00

A JOURNEY

2007-06-22T20:46:00.001-07:00

11 YOUNG GUYS have met in 1 PLACE and chose to take a path and all of them take the same path – THE PATH OF RELIGIOUS LIFE. It was really a lonely walk at the beginning but as we continue the journey, we became friends and even to the extent of treating one another as BROTHERS. And in our journey, QUARRELS do occur. But the only thing that is always present in our journey is HAPPINESS which makes the journey easy.

But like all journeys, some chose to STOP WALKING and some already chose A NEW PATH TO TAKE. It was really hard to move on if you see one of your companion stop and tells you that he don’t want to continue anymore. But although some does not want to continue it anymore, THERE ARE STILL SOME OF THEM WHO CONTINUE TO TAKE ON THE JOURNEY.

Now, after 2 years of embarking this journey, there are still 8 GUYS who chose to continue the journey that will sure bring them to GOD, even with the hardships they experienced on the way – the rocky roads, the steep roads, quarrels and doubts. They still HOLD-ON to each other to continues this journey and mostly they always HOLD-ON to GOD for someday, they will finish that journey.

Options, Options, Options

2007-06-22T20:44:00.002-07:00

We are living in a world full of options, of choosing what the best among others is.

A priest narrated this story in his homily, but the story is in the Filipino context:

Isang gabi inutusan ni tatay si Juan na bumili ng softdrinks.

Juan: ‘tay ano po Royal, Sprite o Coke?

Tay: Coke na lang!

Juan: In can o in bottle?

Tay: in bottle!

Juan: 8-ounce o 12 ounce?

Tay: 12 ounce na lang.

Juan: Cold or not?

Tay: Niloloko mo ba ko? Bilisan mo! Kahit ano na lang, kundi papaluin kita.

Juan: Tay, ano po walis o sinturon?

See how this world is full of options, even in beverages you have many to choose from. Among network providers for cell phone there is Smart, Globe and there is Suncell. And it’s a world really full of options.

Even children nowadays know how to choose from many options. They only think that it must satisfy their taste or give the fulfillments and joy. But as they choose in that king of thinking they’re only choosing not the best but rather the worst for them. They only think about the things that give them joy and suit their satisfaction.

And what are the parents doing? They are unaware of it, and let’s the children do what he or she wants to do. But they must guide their children in choosing. They must show them how to choose wisely and choose what is right. So the children will be able to choose the best and not the worst.

Yes! We are living in a choosy world, where choosing must be made daily. But as we choose, let us think if we will benefit from those we choose. And when we choose, let us choose only the best: that not only satisfies us, but also makes us content about what we chose.

A SMILE

2007-06-22T20:44:00.001-07:00

A SMILE that to be treasured,

From SOMEONE to be treasured.

A SMILE that have made the world stopped,

From SOMEONE who also made me stop.

A SMILE that struck like Cupid’s arrow,

From SOMEONE who struck me into the heart.

And that SMILE is from a GIRL

That I wished to LOVE.

A HAND

2007-06-22T20:43:00.003-07:00

When I’m in NEED,

There’s always a HELPING HAND

That came.

When I’m in DISTRESSED,

There’s always a CARESSING HAND

That came.

When I’m SICK

There’s always a HEALING HAND

That came.

And when I’m LOST,

There’s always a GUIDING HAND

That came.

And that HAND is

The LOVING HAND

Of our GOD.

HAIKU

2007-06-22T20:43:00.001-07:00

BINIBINI

Binibining marikit

Tanglaw ng isip

Tinitibok ng dibdib

NGITI

Ngiting ‘di malilimot

Galling sa sinta

Nasa puso’y tumimo

TANAGA

2007-06-22T20:42:00.001-07:00

BUHAY

Ang buhay mong maganda

Ay iyong ikatuwa.

Kapag iyong sinira

Sarili’y magdurusa.

UNTITLED

2007-06-22T20:41:00.000-07:00

Kilos mo’y kaiga-igaya

Iniisip ka sa tuwina

Makita ka’y maligaya na

A POEM

2007-06-22T20:40:00.000-07:00

It’s a GIRL

A girl passed by,

And passed between my eyes.

A girl in splendor lovely dress,

That shows her beauty and caress.

A girl who bears a lovely face

Who shows God’s loving grace.

A girl who has a gentle smile,

That is seen through a thousand mile.

That girl who’s lovely as a princess

Is whom my heart wants and wishes.