Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Ka Andres lalake ako!! Lalake!
Kinikilatis ko ang taong nasa aking harapan, lumipas ang ilang minuto na wala sa amin ang nagsasalita ngunit hindi ko pa rin siya mamukhaan. Napansin na rin niya sa wakas kaya naman nagpakilala na rin siya sa akin.
"Magandang umaga binata, mukhang nakalimutan niyo na kung sino ako. Hayaan niyo akong magpakilalang muli. Ako si Andres Bonifacio, Ka Andres for short"
"Aaaahhhhh hmmmmm aaaahhhh hmmmmmm ahh huh?"
"Pinuno ng mga taong handang lumaban para sa kalayaan nating mga Pilipino?"
"ah tama, aking naalala na kung sino ang taong nasa aking harapan ngayon na gumambala sa pagmumuni-muni. Ano ang sadya at dito mo pa ako napiling kausapin?"
"aking nabasa nobelang napakaganda. Aking naisip, ang gumawa nito marahil ay mayroong pagnanasang makaalpas sa mga pagmamalupit ng mga Kastila"
"Ano ang iyong pinupunto?"
"Sumali ka sa aming samahan ng tayo ay maging malaya"
"kung iyo ngang nabasa ang aking nobela, dapat iyong napagtanto na maski sa sarili ko ay hindi ko masagot iyang katanungan mo. In short, i'm a confused man, man. I don't even know who or what I really am. you get it right?"
"tol, isa lang ang masasabi ko, ANG BAKLA MO! umayos ka ah! akala ko pa naman matino kang tao, ilustrado ka pa man din. sana sa aking pagbalik ay alam mo na kung ano o sino ka talaga. pucha sinayang mo oras ko"
At natapos din agad ang aming pag-uusap. nadagdagan pa tuloy ang mga katanungan sa aking isipan. Bakla ba ako? hindi naman di ba? Gosh
inilathala ni: Ellie Japzon
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Ang Pangako Ng Isang Pulotgata.
Pinipilit ako ng aking Josefina na tumakas sa pagkakapiit ko sa Dapitan.
"Kahit isang araw ng bakasiyon lang, Mahal ko," wika niya.
Pupunta daw kami sa Hong Kong upang mamili daw ng kaniyang mga kagustuhan, at kung aking mamarapatin ay pati daw ang aking gugustuhin ay kaniyang bibilhin. Matapos ay maglalayag kami papuntang Europa upang maghapunan, dumalo sa isang sayawan, at mag... magkasiyahan.
"Ngunit, kailangan kong makauwi bago mag-alas dose, sapagkat kailangan kong tustusan ang pangangailangan ng aking ama," nagugunita kong wika niya.
O ang aking Josefina ay parang munting Cinderella sa pagbigay ng kaniyang mga kundisyon. O kay sarap nga namang makasama ang aking giliw sa isang araw na ito.
Ngunit, ngunit...
Mahal ko rin ang aking bayan. Mahal na mahal. Hindi ko kailanmang gugustuhing suwayin ang aking bayan. Hindi ko kailanmang gugustuhing balewalain ang mga paratang ng aking bayan. Kaya't... Kaya't kailangan ko siyang tanggihan.
O giliw ko, patawarin mo ako. Isang pangako lamang ang aking maaaring maihandog para sa'yo...
Pagkatapos ng aking pagkakapiit, at maging ganap malaya na sa kasalanang hindi naman talaga isang kasalanan - ang pagmamahal ba sa sariling bayat at ipahiwatig ang mga katotohanang nangyayari sa baya'y isang kasalanan?
Iniisip kong isang umaga'y iimbitahan ko ang aking Josefina sa aking tahanan. Kung maaari'y paghahandaan ko siya ng isang masarap na umagahan, lalo na't nakahain din ang kaniyang mga paboritiong prutahe, na kung aki'y kakayani'y ako mismo ang magluluto.
Matapos ng umagaha'y paghahandugan ko siya ng isang awitin, at bibigyang surpresa sa pag-alok sa kaniya ng aming kasal Oo! Tiyak na tiyak matutuwa ang aking Josefina! Kahit pa'y tanggihan o parusahan pa kami ng mga pari, aki'y ipagpapatuloy! Walang makapipigil sa aming pagmamahalan!
Matapos ay maglalayag kami patungong Hong Kong upang ihatid ang kaniyang amain. Hindi maaaring malaman ng kaniyang amain ang tungkol sa aming kasal! Tiyak na magagalit at ilalayo kami sa isa't isa. Hindi ako makapapayag.
Matapos ay maglalayag kaming dalawa patungong Alemaniya. Iikot ko siya sa buong Alemaniya, at tiyak na matutuwa siya. Lalo pa't napakaganda ng mga tanawin doon!
Tutuloy kami ng Paris upang mamahinga at mag... magpahinga, at mag... magpakasaya, na nararapat lamang sapagkat kami'y aming nasa pulotgata. Sana'y mabuo ang aming pagmamahalan.
Dadalhin ko rin siya sa Italia. Kami ay tatanaw ng mga butuin sa kalawakan sa damuhan, habang pinaghahadungan ko siya ng aking mga tula. Alam ko'y gugustuhin niya talaga iyon. Lalo pa't nakikiliti ng aking hininga ang kaniya kalamanan. Malay nati'y bigla kaming makatanaw ng mga bulalakaw... haaay, kay sarap. Lalo pa't maging malay din nati'y doon na kami mismo sa damuhan mag... magpaka... magpakasaya...
TOK! TOK! TOK!
"Jose! Jose! Mahal ko!"
Naputol ang aking pagplano sa mga tambol at katok sa aking pintuan. Pumasok si Josefina, umiiyak...
"Jose! Jose!" sa kaniyang paghahagulgol.
"Bakit ka umiiyak, Mahal ko?"
"Iuuwi ako ni Papa sa Maynila. Nalaman niya ang balak nating magpakasal! Oh Jose! Magkakahiwalay tayo!"
Natigil ang aking mundo, na parang pumasan sa akin ang paghahagipit, pagmamalabis, at kahirapan ng aking bayan!
Ang aking pangako'y bigla na lamang naglaho...
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Noli's Pulitzer Prize

A man's work, that in which he takes pride in, is a product of his passion, of his soul. To be given the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for the Noli Me Tangere, to be given such honor and recognition, I am left vulnerable in the arms of deep gratitude as my passion goes not unnoticed and my soul evidently seen.
For all its faults, the Noli Me Tangere has served my purposes: purposes reaching beyond the crevices of lost years while tapping the minds of people whose eyes reflect mine. If it is not the skinny nickel-plate, perfectly shaped bullet which an Academian can fire and only a rough pebble picked up from a brook, still it has struck the head of that two-faced Goliath that in the Philippines is called friar-rule and maladministration. It is only fair that they should now raise a chorus of disapproval, an interminable outcry; I do not deny them that right. The pen is mightier than the sword; it would seem that the wound then is deeper, much more fatal. The wound is there and it is grave; what do I care now about the weapon? Unable to deny the truth of the contents, let them now snatch at that fashion, the superficial appearances; a dog bites the stone that wounds him.
That being said, I am honored of such prestigious recognition. I cannot begin to explain and much more express to all of you my sincerest of gratitude. The Pulitzer donning the covers of my books and its future publication, it would serve as a laurel of excellence directed toward the world upon a work so personal aiming to change an archipelago. It would then seem improper.
For the rest of it, if I have detractors, cynics and skeptics, on the other hand I do not lack admirers, enthusiasts and supporters; one compensates for the other. Standing before you about to accept this honor, compensation has indeed come in the most random and unexpected of things. It would be foolish, yes, very unwise to ask the powerful whom I have offended to reward one who has told them the bitter truth; I consider myself lucky to be still alive. That is the only prize I have won, the only prize I feel righteous to accept, the only prize. Only demigods require men to kiss the hand which they have been slapped.
What I would have really hated to hear would have been the applause and congratulations, instead of the boos and curses of my enemies, for this would have been a proof that my attack backfired. Since I wrote, not for myself, nor aspire to be a porter of the University and of the prestigious Pulitzer, but to expose abuses and unmask hypocrisies, what do I care for the rest now that I have achieved my purpose? I have won the Pulitzer as you said, and for that I am grateful truly, but I do not deserve this. I have won, but is this really what I, my people, want?
Noli Me Tangere. The book has not yet been judged and cannot be judged rightly because its effects are still being felt. When the men whom it pillories and the abuses which it fights have disappeared from my country's political life, when a generation arises which does not itself participate in the present crimes and immoralities, when Spain puts an end to these struggles by means of open and liberal reforms, in brief, when we shall have gone, and with us our self-love, our vanities and petty passions, then Spaniards and Filipinos, shall be the judge of the book freely and impartially, without fanaticism or spite.
Perhaps the time is not yet.
I cannot accept the Pulitzer, I humbly denounce my right to the award.
On my Hand,
Jose Rizal
By: Noel Luciano
Life...
(People say that we mold our own destinies. But the truth is none of us have a say in what we become. It's like 2 sides of a coin... no one can truly tell when it flips heads or tails. When it happens it happens... and it is ultimately irreversible.)
(There are only 2 types of people in this world. The lucky ones and the unlucky ones. You can be rich and lose it all the next day... or you can be a pauper and wake up with a sack of gold lying beside you the next morning. It's hard to believe sometimes but we see it everyday.)
(Children born with incurable diseases or some are even so unlucky they die before breathing any fresh air at all. The innocent framed and convicted by the utterly influential, powerful and wealthy can only ponder and ask themselves what wrong have they done to justify their inescapably harsh fate. And then there are the blessed fathers of our so sacred church... even their radiant yet fake smiles and kind gestures hide not the horrors that they are so capable of. Yet as much as many know of this they can do nothing but cower in fear for in this society we live in, the voices that are truly worth listening to are the voices exiled and left unheard.)
*sigh*
Another successful emo session! Hmmm... I should really put this in a book. But how... It's gotta be more dramatic than bla bla bla bla bla...
Aha! Eureka! I'll just use 2 boys to live out the tragedy in my book. Now... What should I name them... Brispin and Casilio?... No no no... Basilio and Crispin? Yes! Perfect! Then there mother goes mad from all the chaos... *yawns*... but let's save that for another day... Time to get some well deserved rest...
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Pulitzer

A man's work, that in which he takes pride in, is a product of his passion, of his soul. To be given the Pulitzer Prize for my book, Noli Me Tangere, to be given such honor and recognition, I am left vulnerable in the arms of deep gratitude as my passion goes not unnoticed and my soul evidently seen.
Bagay ba?
It felt so real. It felt so very real.
I dreamt of the future.
People were making fun of my hairstyle.
They called it the "rizal" look.

Is it really that bad?
And they related it to something that was called "katsupoy"
except that my version was a part on the left side.
I don't want to be made fun of.
I thought it was a good hairstyle.
It's clean and easy to manage.
But in my dream i was told of what the future would love.
I don't want to believe its true but it won't hurt to change image.
I'm not the best artist in the world..
but I need your opinion!
Please answer this poll!
Should i change my image to something that looks like the one below or not?
It looked something like this... Bagay ba?

And one more thing...
Is the world really going to look like this in the future?

Friday, May 8, 2009
Teleserye Sa Nobela: TELENOBELA.
Hayun. Matapos ko maisipan ng pamagat ang aking isinusulat na nobela, ako ay nagpahinga ng kaunting sandali. Naisipan kong manood ng telebisiyon upang makapag-relax.
ON.
Binuksan ang telebisiyon.
"Kailangan ko na ngayon ng mga karakter. Kailangan yung patok na patok. Kailangan hindi kaumay-umay. Kailangan mapapa-ibig ko ang aking mga mambabasa," aking naisip habang nanonood.
Lipat ng istasiyon.
Channel 3...
Sa kanonood ko ng mga telenobela sa hapon at sa gabi, naisip ko na kailangan ay kamangha-mangha ang aking mga pangunahing tauhan sa nobela!
Pangalan, pangalan, pangalan... Cris... Crisostomo Ibarra. Hmmm, maaari. At ang babae? Maria Clara. Ayan, bagay na bagay.
Pero dapat may twist! Hindi kaakit akit! Paano kaya kung maging anak ng pari si Maria Clara? Paano kaya kung may karibal si Crisostomo Ibarra? Aha! Oo, tamang-tama! Nakakatuwa! At ang pangalan? Linares! Ayan! Halos kumpleto na!
Pero, problema... anong klaseng mga tao sila?
Lipat ng istasiyon.
Channel 2...
Hayun! Ang love team ni Bea Alonzo at John Lloyd Cruz sa "Betty La Fea!" Pero hindi magiging kaakit-akit! Hindi kaibig-ibig kung kasing pangit ni Betty (Bea Alonzo) ang aking leading lady! Lalo na sa mga pari! O, Santisima! Baka hindi pa maaprubahan ang nobela ko! Isa pa! Baka akalaing pedophile si Crisostomo Ibarra kung iuugnay ko kay John Lloyd! Hindi ba? Ilang taon lang ba si Bea Alonzo para maging katambal si John Lloyd! Hindi katanggap-tanggap!
Erase, erase, erase!
Lipat ng istasiyon.
Channel 7...
Dyesebel. Wala nang sasabihin pa. (No comment).
"Oo, hindi ako tanga, Kapamilya 'to," sabi ko sa aking sarili.
Lipat ng istasiyon.
Channel 2...
Ang tambalan sa "Tayong Dalawa" na sina Dave (Jake Cuenca), Audrey (Kim Chiu), at si JR (Gerald Anderson). Puwede kaya? Nako! Hindi pala! Hindi naman puwedeng maging magkapatid si Crisostomo Ibarra at si Linares! Hindi rin puwedeng maging tawagan nila ay "bok" o "mista," nako. Lubhang napaka-baduy. Yak. At isa pa, si Maria Clara! Hindi maaring maging malandi na tulad ni Audrey, na pati magkapatid ay ginagawang nobyo! Nako. Mali, mali! Hindi ito maaari!
Lipat ng istasiyon.
Channel 3...
ZZZ... ZZZ... ZZZ...
Ano ba namang telebisyon 'to. Walang ibang channel!
Lipat ng istasiyon.
Channel 2...
Pangako Sa'yo. Ayun! Eto, tamang tama! Saktong sakto! Ang tambalang Ina (Kristine Hermosa) at Angelo (Jericho Rosales)! Mabubuhay si Crisostomo Ibarra sa karakter ni Angelo! Isang matipuno, mayaman, at makisig na personalidad. Katulad ko - es muy simpatico! At si Maria Clara naman sa katauhan ni Ina. Isang mayumi, walang kasing ganda at higat sa lahat, isang tunay na dalagang Pilipina! Sakto na! Pero paano si Linares? Hmmm... Aha! Ayun! Si Errol (Onemig Bondoc) na karibal ni Angelo! Isang mayaman na hindi binibigyang pansin ng natatanging dilag. Ayan! Perpekto na!
OFF.
Pinatay ang telebisiyon.
Makatulog nga.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Romeo.. Romeo.. Where art thou MY Romeoo?
Parang... pakiramdam ko... hindi na naging Romeo and Juliet ang dapat na maging titolo ng dula kung hindi "Romeo and Julio".
Ang pangit nga lang talaga pakinggan dahil ako ang napagandang si Juliet. Ayos ba? Hindi ko nga lamang maintindihan, bakit nga ba ako ang ginawang si Juliet? Ako ba ang pinaka mukang babae sa aming lahat? Bakit hindi nalang si Del Pilar? O si Ponce? Dahil ba may bigote sila at ako wala? Napakasama nga naman talaga.
Hindi naman ako ganun ka mukang babae diba? O mukha nga ba talaga? :|

Hindi bale. Ayos lang to. Sana lang hindi ako matuluyan sa ginagawa kong ito. Kadiri kaya. Isipin mo ako na sinasabi "Romeo, Romeo... Where art thou Romeo?!. Nandidiri talaga ako. Tumataas ang balahibo ko at bumabaluktot ang pagkalalaki ko. Kadiri talaga.
Sana lang hindi matuloy ang kissing scene na dapat mangyari. Pwede bang may dobol nalang? Ayaw ko ng ganun. Mahirap na. Paano kung magkagusto sakin si Romeo sa totoong buhay? Sana naman wag. Diyos ko tulungan niyo ako. Pero ganito, papayag ako sa isang halik kung ibibigay niyo sakin si Marian Rivera o si Angel Locsin. Magkaiba man kami ng mundo pero sila ang sinisigaw ng puso at pagkalalaki ko. Sila lamang wala nang iba.
Naririnig ko na ang napakatamis na boses nila "Rizal.. Rizal. Where are thou Rizal..." Ahhhhhhh.... Kung sana nga maging totoo... Kay ganda ng buhay.
Pero hindi ganyan ang kwento ni Romeo at Juliet. Eto ay isang kwento na puno ng pagmamahal pero paghihirap at sakit. Bagay nga naman pala sakin si Juliet. Ako ay isang certified "Emo". Kakayanin ko to. Ako si Juliet. Ako ay maganda. Ako ay magaling. Ako ay isang tunay na lalaki dahil hindi ako takot na gampanan ang isang posisyon na pambabae. Isa akong tunay na bayani. Mahuhulog ang loob sakin ng mga manonood dahil sa galing ko. Ako ang magiging pinakamagaling na Juliet sa buong mundo. Makikilala ako at ang aking reform movement at balang araw gagawa kami ng sarili naming mga dula at iikot kami sa buong mundo para maipakita ito sa ibang tao.
Magaling. Magaling. Nakikita ko na ang magandang buhas at ang mga naghihintay sakin. Dapat na ako magpractice magautograph. Sisikat na ako. Sana lang wag makielam tong mga bwisit na kastila. Mga seloso kasi. Hindi nila gusto na may pinoy na masmagaling sa kanila. Bahala sila. Ayaw nila maging Juliet... edi manigas sila. Kakayanin ko to.
Sige na mga kaibigan. Mageensayo na ulit kami. dapat galingan namin. Manood kayo ha! Mahal ko kayo lahat :P *wink wink!
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
The Beautiful Islas of Maguumukaku
One cold, attractive, naughty, steamy and silent night, their first night together, while they were...*wink* ...*wink* ... with all the action and passion, MAGOO, being so excited, got carried away! And she unfortunately, accidentally, sadly scratched! LABUYO's well taken cared of "Mukha" and screamed "Ilong ko!" followed by a SPLAT! on the floor, the sound of LABUYO's nose as it flew away, glided, then finally dropped at the floor, from his face. LABUYO screamed in horror! Oh horror it is! As he saw his reflection, without his beloved ILONG.. Because of this, the humungous couple fought. The Giants clashed with their arguments. MAGOO's inability to contain herself caused her to harm and take away the piece of her husband's face. LABUYO, loving MAGOO so much, couldt do the same to her. But after their fight, they were able to settle the dispute.
The next night was also cold, attractive, naughty, steamy and silent. They again got it goin on again. They reved up their engines and pushed the pedal to the metal. As the pedal was grinding to the metal, MAGOO once again, got carried away! But this time, she unfortunately, accidentally, sadly slapped of his whole jaw, followed by a bizzarely unfamiliar scream of "Pang.. Panga ko!" And his jaw slammed flat on the floor. He then again screamed because of the bloody mess that he saw. The night became a rematch of their clash the previous night. MAGOO's inablity to contain herself now cost her two pieces of her husband's face. But after their fight, they were able to settle the dispute.
The night following another unfortunate, accidental, and sad evening like the night two days before, the same thing happened. This time another part of his face fell away from his head followed by a SPLAT! on the floor. Again they fought, but made up again before the night ended.
The gigantuous couple were carrying a big sack of misfortune on their backs for again, the same incident happened, with a different part of the face falling off due to scratches, slaps, punches, kicks, or bites. And this series of unfortunate, accidental and sad misfortune carried on and continued for seven thousand and one hundred and six days with the same results. Each day, different parts of his face are being taken away and each time he screams the part of his face that was scaped away. Each day he screams becomes distorted, difficult to understand and different from the previous one, along with his face slowly being distorted each day.
The seven thousand and one hundred and seventh day they are together was not a exception, in fact it grew worse and was an unforgettable day. The night again was also cold, attractive, naughty, steamy and silent. MAGOO couldnt learn from the past and did not contain herself again. But this time, LABUYO's face was now blank, without any feature, because of the continuous nights of MAGOO's mistakes. And because there was nothing else to scratch, slap, punch, kick, or bite, MAGOO ripped away his husband's whole blank face from his head and screamed in agony "MAGUUMUKAKU!" and finally died and put out of his misery. MAGOO could not believe what happened. Her husband died, and it was all because of her. She couldnt take it and burst out into a great falls of tears. She kept on crying, weeping, and mourning until the floor flooded with her salty tears, submerging parts of LABUYO's face.
These parts of LABUYO's face became islands, seven thousand and one hundred seven islands, and it was beautiful. In memory of his husband, MAGOO called it the islands of MAGUUMUKAKU, from her husbands last words. She then inhabited the islands with their offsprings, speaking dialects different with each islands, similar to the words LABUYO screamed each day which became their dialect and ethnicity.

o_o
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Where are we going?
Map: Sure!

Yey! Thank you very much! So how do we go to Spain?
Map: OK! First you need a passport right? I bet good ol' Jose Mercado is willing to lend you one!
Yey! Good ol' Jose Mercado! Then what do we do next?
Map: Next is we're going to ride a boat called the Salvadora! And your Uncle Antonio is going to take you there!
Yey! Salvadora! What a pretty name!
Map: From there on, we start setting sail! But we can't sail all the way to Spain in a jiffy just yet.
Awww... that's so sad... and a waste of time...

Map: Cheer up Pepe! It's not so bad as long as you learn something. And we'll all be dropping by Singapore!
Yey! Singapore! Another colonized nation just like us!
Map: Yes, yes! And besides you'll get to see lots of mountains and islands along the way. Anyway, after Singapore you'll be headed to Punta de Gales and then to Colombo then to the through the African Coast ...

Yey! The Afri--
Map: Shhhhh! And then you'll be landing in Aden... and then you move towards the Suez Canal and ride a new boat called the Djemnah... Then you will be disembarking in Naples... But don't dispair you're already in Europe...

Map: Then you ride a boat to Marseilles... which is really close now by the way... and finally! DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!

Map: You take the train to BARCELONA, SPAIN!!!
Yeah!!! We did it! We did it! Thanks a million map!
Map: Don't sweat it! Just doing my job!

So that's all the time we have for today folks! Tune in again to PEPE THE EXPLORER! ADIOS INDIOS!!!

Monday, May 4, 2009
The Beautiful Islas of Maguumukaku
At the beginning, there was the Giant and there was the Giant's wife. The Giant's name was LABUYO and his spouse's name was MAGOO. They started first as friends, became close, then ended up, as lovers. LABUYO loved his face. He loved it so much, it is barely next only to his love for his wife, Magoo.
One cold, attractive, naughty, steamy and silent night, their first night together, while they were...*wink* ...*wink* ... with all the action and passion, MAGOO, being so excited, got carried away! And she unfortunately, accidentally, sadly scratched! LABUYO's well taken cared of "Mukha" and screamed "Ilong ko!" followed by a SPLAT! on the floor, the sound of LABUYO's nose as it flew away, glided, then finally dropped at the floor, from his face. LABUYO screamed in horror! Oh horror it is! As he saw his reflection, without his beloved ILONG.. Because of this, the humungous couple fought. The Giants clashed with their arguments. MAGOO's inability to contain herself caused her to harm and take away the piece of her husband's face. LABUYO, loving MAGOO so much, couldt do the same to her. But after their fight, they were able to settle the dispute.
The next night was also cold, attractive, naughty, steamy and silent. They again got it goin on again. They reved up their engines and pushed the pedal to the metal. As the pedal was grinding to the metal, MAGOO once again, got carried away! But this time, she unfortunately, accidentally, sadly slapped of his whole jaw, followed by a bizzarely unfamiliar scream of "Pang.. Panga ko!" And his jaw slammed flat on the floor. He then again screamed because of the bloody mess that he saw. The night became a rematch of their clash the previous night. MAGOO's inablity to contain herself now cost her two pieces of her husband's face. But after their fight, they were able to settle the dispute.
The night following another unfortunate, accidental, and sad evening like the night two days before, the same thing happened. This time another part of his face fell away from his head followed by a SPLAT! on the floor. Again they fought, but made up again before the night ended.
The gigantuous couple were carrying a big sack of misfortune on their backs for again, the same incident happened, with a different part of the face falling off due to scratches, slaps, punches, kicks, or bites. And this series of unfortunate, accidental and sad misfortune carried on and continued for seven thousand and one hundred and six days with the same results. Each day, different parts of his face are being taken away and each time he screams the part of his face that was scaped away. Each day he screams becomes distorted, difficult to understand and different from the previous one, along with his face slowly being distorted each day.
The seven thousand and one hundred and seventh day they are together was not a exception, in fact it grew worse and was an unforgettable day. The night again was also cold, attractive, naughty, steamy and silent. MAGOO couldnt learn from the past and did not contain herself again. But this time, LABUYO's face was now blank, without any feature, because of the continuous nights of MAGOO's mistakes. And because there was nothing else to scratch, slap, punch, kick, or bite, MAGOO ripped away his husband's whole blank face from his head and screamed in agony "MAGUUMUKAKU!" and finally died and put out of his misery. MAGOO could not believe what happened. Her husband died, and it was all because of her. She couldnt take it and burst out into a great falls of tears. She kept on crying, weeping, and mourning until the floor flooded with her salty tears, submerging parts of LABUYO's face.
These parts of LABUYO's face became islands, seven thousand and one hundred seven islands, and it was beautiful. In memory of his husband, MAGOO called it the islands of MAGUUMUKAKU, from her husbands last words. She then inhabited the islands with their offsprings, speaking dialects different with each islands, similar to the words LABUYO screamed each day which became their dialect and ethnicity.
Up until now, MAGOO cries in respect of her husbands demise, submerging the islands into high tide, and stops only at night when she sleeps at the Cordielleras, the Sirra Madres, and the water level subsides..
o_o
PS, Guys edit nio nalang kung may gusto pa kayong baguhin.
Romeo.. Romeo.. Where art thou MY Romeoo?
Parang... pakiramdam ko... hindi na naging Romeo and Juliet ang dapat na maging titolo ng dula kung hindi "Romeo and Julio".
Ang pangit nga lang talaga pakinggan dahil ako ang napagandang si Juliet. Ayos ba? Hindi ko nga lamang maintindihan, bakit nga ba ako ang ginawang si Juliet? Ako ba ang pinaka mukang babae sa aming lahat? Bakit hindi nalang si Del Pilar? O si Ponce? Dahil ba may bigote sila at ako wala? Napakasama nga naman talaga.
Hindi naman ako ganun ka mukang babae diba? O mukha nga ba talaga? :|

Hindi bale. Ayos lang to. Sana lang hindi ako matuluyan sa ginagawa kong ito. Kadiri kaya. Isipin mo ako na sinasabi "Romeo, Romeo... Where art thou Romeo?!. Nandidiri talaga ako. Tumataas ang balahibo ko at bumabaluktot ang pagkalalaki ko. Kadiri talaga.
Sana lang hindi matuloy ang kissing scene na dapat mangyari. Pwede bang may dobol nalang? Ayaw ko ng ganun. Mahirap na. Paano kung magkagusto sakin si Romeo sa totoong buhay? Sana naman wag. Diyos ko tulungan niyo ako. Pero ganito, papayag ako sa isang halik kung ibibigay niyo sakin si Marian Rivera o si Angel Locsin. Magkaiba man kami ng mundo pero sila ang sinisigaw ng puso at pagkalalaki ko. Sila lamang wala nang iba.
Naririnig ko na ang napakatamis na boses nila "Rizal.. Rizal. Where are thou Rizal..." Ahhhhhhh.... Kung sana nga maging totoo... Kay ganda ng buhay.
Pero hindi ganyan ang kwento ni Romeo at Juliet. Eto ay isang kwento na puno ng pagmamahal pero paghihirap at sakit. Bagay nga naman pala sakin si Juliet. Ako ay isang certified "Emo". Kakayanin ko to. Ako si Juliet. Ako ay maganda. Ako ay magaling. Ako ay isang tunay na lalaki dahil hindi ako takot na gampanan ang isang posisyon na pambabae. Isa akong tunay na bayani. Mahuhulog ang loob sakin ng mga manonood dahil sa galing ko. Ako ang magiging pinakamagaling na Juliet sa buong mundo. Makikilala ako at ang aking reform movement at balang araw gagawa kami ng sarili naming mga dula at iikot kami sa buong mundo para maipakita ito sa ibang tao.
Magaling. Magaling. Nakikita ko na ang magandang buhas at ang mga naghihintay sakin. Dapat na ako magpractice magautograph. Sisikat na ako. Sana lang wag makielam tong mga bwisit na kastila. Mga seloso kasi. Hindi nila gusto na may pinoy na masmagaling sa kanila. Bahala sila. Ayaw nila maging Juliet... edi manigas sila. Kakayanin ko to.
Sige na mga kaibigan. Mageensayo na ulit kami. dapat galingan namin. Manood kayo ha! Mahal ko kayo lahat :P *wink wink!
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Packing my Things, Tucking my Heart... Europe
[/] Pen
[/] Ink
[/] A Map of Europe
[/] A fresh roll of parchment
[/] My Comb
[/] Clothes
[/] Pressed
[X] Mother's Consent
[none] Doubts
[TBA] Passport
if (/), You're good to go
if (x), bye bye Europe
if (TBA), [] Check with Jose Mercado, it is with him then
[ ] Goodbyes to my Siblings
[/] Pocket Money
[/] Itinerary for the next 6 months
[XX] Second thoughts?
[/] A message to my mother explaining what I have done
[/] Proof-Read
[/] 100% Sure of not explaining it in person?
[a thousand times] Re-Read
[always] A silent prayer for family's safety and
understanding
[in my heart] Leonor Rivera
[none as of the moment] check for tears
7:45 AM.
[/] Last look at my house
[/, a million] thoughts
[never enough] goodbyes
[definitely] tears
9:00 AM.
[/] Luggage and Things
6:15 PM.
A sparkle on the horizon, I see the moon coming. A Sun's farewell rays to the West, a gloomy salutation of a Disc to the East, the moon. In my town, maybe they are looking at the same moon as I do. Perhaps, no, certainly, my mother and my siblings can see it too. Looking at it, and thinking of me, as I do now... Thinking of them. If instead looking at the same point, our gazes would meet.
6:17 PM.
Cuando en las andas
De los vastos mares
Carria a sepultar
Sus rayos bellos
El Rubio Apolo
My mother would recite so often, I can hear her voice now...
7:00 PM
[/] Luggage and Things
[breaking] My Heart
I can't see the shorelines of my hometown.
'Till we meet again
XOXO,
[x] Jose Protasio
[/] Jose Rizal
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Romeo.. Romeo.. Where art thou Romeo?
Parang... pakiramdam ko... hindi na naging Romeo and Juliet ang dapat na maging titolo ng dula kung hindi "Romeo and Julio".
Ang pangit nga lang talaga pakinggan dahil ako ang napagandang si Juliet. Ayos ba? Hindi ko nga lamang maintindihan, bakit nga ba ako ang ginawang si Juliet? Ako ba ang pinaka mukang babae sa aming lahat? Bakit hindi nalang si Del Pilar? O si Ponce? Dahil ba may bigote sila at ako wala? Napakasama nga naman talaga.
Hindi naman ako ganun ka mukang babae diba? O mukha nga ba talaga? :|

Hindi bale. Ayos lang to. Sana lang hindi ako matuluyan sa ginagawa kong ito. Kadiri kaya. Isipin mo ako na sinasabi "Romeo, Romeo... Where art thou Romeo?!. Nandidiri talaga ako. Tumataas ang balahibo ko at bumabaluktot ang pagkalalaki ko. Kadiri talaga.
Sana lang hindi matuloy ang kissing scene na dapat mangyari. Pwede bang may dobol nalang? Ayaw ko ng ganun. Mahirap na. Paano kung magkagusto sakin si Romeo sa totoong buhay? Sana naman wag. Diyos ko tulungan niyo ako. Pero ganito, papayag ako sa isang halik kung ibibigay niyo sakin si Marian Rivera o si Angel Locsin. Magkaiba man kami ng mundo pero sila ang sinisigaw ng puso at pagkalalaki ko. Sila lamang wala nang iba.
Naririnig ko na ang napakatamis na boses nila "Rizal.. Rizal. Where are thou Rizal..." Ahhhhhhh.... Kung sana nga maging totoo... Kay ganda ng buhay.
Pero hindi ganyan ang kwento ni Romeo at Juliet. Eto ay isang kwento na puno ng pagmamahal pero paghihirap at sakit. Bagay nga naman pala sakin si Juliet. Ako ay isang certified "Emo". Kakayanin ko to. Ako si Juliet. Ako ay maganda. Ako ay magaling. Ako ay isang tunay na lalaki dahil hindi ako takot na gampanan ang isang posisyon na pambabae. Isa akong tunay na bayani. Mahuhulog ang loob sakin ng mga manonood dahil sa galing ko. Ako ang magiging pinakamagaling na Juliet sa buong mundo. Makikilala ako at ang aking reform movement at balang araw gagawa kami ng sarili naming mga dula at iikot kami sa buong mundo para maipakita ito sa ibang tao.
Magaling. Magaling. Nakikita ko na ang magandang buhas at ang mga naghihintay sakin. Dapat na ako magpractice magautograph. Sisikat na ako. Sana lang wag makielam tong mga bwisit na kastila. Mga seloso kasi. Hindi nila gusto na may pinoy na masmagaling sa kanila. Bahala sila. Ayaw nila maging Juliet... edi manigas sila. Kakayanin ko to.
Sige na mga kaibigan. Mageensayo na ulit kami. dapat galingan namin. Manood kayo ha! Mahal ko kayo lahat :P *wink wink!
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Monday, April 27, 2009
My Bitter Kiss.
I don't understand why I feel not diminished at all. I'll have to finish my painting by tomorrow...
Segunda was tearfully explaining why she cannot run away with me because of her loyalty to her family... which I am sure is under the influence of that imbecile, Manuel Luz's wealth!
"I am really sorry Pepe, my Love," she muttered.
"Am I not a better man over Manuel?"
"It has been arranged! I have an obligation as a daughter! There is nothing I can do."
What is wrong with her? Have I not done enough? Have I not done enough to prove that we belong together? I am tired trying to convince her! I've worked hard enough, and this! This is how I am treated?!
I GIVE UP!!!
"I understand," I replied.
"Hold me, please, my Love," she said.
I scooped her into my arms hoping that I could still carry her away...
We were at the same place where we use to meet, behind the plaza under the old Acacia Tree. I cannot help but notice that our kisses were not as sweet as it was then...
Old memories flashback as though it was just yesterday...
It was a warm evening. Don Consuelo invited the neighborhood for dinner at his home at the Second Calle before the plaza, at the eve of the fiesta. Segunda and I wandered from the feast to enjoy a walk outside.
I guess she noticed where I was leading her. I am not sure if I felt nervous, excited, but I assured myself that this is it. This is really it.
Walking hand by hand, we stopped near the plaza. I certainly remember every detail. I remember her cheeks turning red which she smile and giggle, as my voice tingles through her neck and ears as I whispered a poem about the most beautiful virgin of Calamba. But damn Padre Lopez for accusing me of plagiarism...
I cannot forget that innocent face glowing in the moonlight as I neared her. Slowly now...
"Should I continue? Should I stop?" I thought to myself.
But there is no turning back. She waits.
Then, nearer... even nearer...
A gust of wind seemed to engulf us as I pressed my lips into hers...
Oh yes. Oh yes.
It was the sweetest taste, and the warmest sensation! The sweetest lips... so soft... so warm.
That was a great evening... our first evening.
"Are you even listening?" Segunda muttered.
I was lost in my memories that I did not notice that she was returning the poem I gave her years back. How could she?!!! I poured myself over that poem! Maybe I'll write one about this.
"Farewell, my Segunda."
"Forgive me, my Love."
I walked away cursing the night... seeing in the midst of th the dark night, the first woman I've ever loved.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Ang Usapin ng Sapin-Paa at ang Ka-OA-han ng aking mga Kapatid
Ang susunod na entry ay isang nagkabuholbuhol na ranting at, therefore, atin-atin lamang... sooo, shhhh!!!
So, Eto Na:
Sa pagkainip, tumayo ako bigla sa kinauupuan ko habang sakay ang isang barkong patungo sa isang destinasyong di ko naman alam, ni di ko binibigyan ng pansin --- in short, i don't really care at this point. Nabatid ko ang aking mga kapatid na nasa kabilang banda ng barko at napagdesisyunang makihalubilo muna sa kanila. Sa paglalakad ko, napahaba ang aking mga hakbang upang mapabilis ko ang aking paglapit nang namalayan ko ang init ng tanghaling-araw, piercing my skin like a thousand icy needles (syempre exagg 'to pero gets mo naman ang tayutay na pagmamalabis na may halong pagtutulad diba? haha), na naghalo sa maalat na atmospera dulot ng hanging humahaplos sa dagat. At dahil umaapaw ang aking eagerness sa paglalakad, ako ay nadulas, nagwala ang aking sapin-paa at tumilapon ito sa ere, all the way overboard, at eventually kinain ng kumikislap na dagat... ilang segundo ng pagkawala sa tubig, lumutang ito paibabaw, sumasabay sa baba at urong ng tubig na tila bang nang-aakit na sundin at kunin.
Overcome by extreme sadness with a tinge of fear for my loyal slipper, napatingin ako sa kapares niya na nakakapit pa sa aking kaliwang paa. Yumuko ako, tinanggal at hinawakan sa dalawang kamay ang nag-iisang pares... huling tingin, huling pagmamasid, at itinapon ko ito sa dagat para sumama sa pumalaot na niyang kapares. Well, yun na yun eh. Wala na akong magagawa. Eh kesa naman maglakad-lakad ako suot-suot isang tsinelas lang diba... magmumukha naman akong ewan. Nagising sa pagmumuni-muni, napatingin ako sa kung saan huli kong napansin ang aking mga kapatid. And wooow naman, nakatitig sila sa akin na parang may intensyong tunawin ako gamit ang kanilang mga mata.
Nagtitigan kami.
Ilang sandali lamang at yumanig ang sanlibutan sa lakas ng kanilang tawa. And apparently, they're laughing at me. Parang nabaliw si Kuya Paciano sa kakatawa habang hawak-hawak niya ang balikat ni Ate Narcisa na pilit namang pinipigilan (at umeffort pa si Ate, di naman kinaya) ang sariling halakhak. Hindi naman nagpatalo sina Ate Lucia at Ate Maria sa palakasan ng tawa. Sinabayan pa ng talon, sabay turo sa aking hubad na paa, sabay kapit sa isa't isa. Moral and Humor Support kumbaga. Si Ate Olympia naman at Si Ate Saturnina, nagtitilian sa isang sulok habang pinapatahimik ang mga tila nababaliw na anak nina Francisco Engracio Rizal Mercado y Alejandra II at Teodora Morales Alonso Realonda y Quintos.
Pepe, Baliw!
With all due respect Kuya and Ate's, I still own my sanity and it seems that it is you lot who are on the verge of forgetting theirs. What i just did, is not at all funny. Not at all. It isn't even on the same page as funny. Pilit ko mang sabihin, di pa rin nila ako pinakikinggan. Ouch.
May nakakatawa ba sa ginawa ko? Kailangan ko ba ng siyensya o mahika negra upang maipaliwanag ang lahat ng ito sa kanila? Pilit ko mang idikdik sa kanilang mga kaisipan ang rasyonal na dahilan sa aking ginawa, binibuhusan lamang nila ako ng tawa at sabay sabing hindi makatarungan ang ginawa ko. Nalulusaw na ang aking utak sa kaka-isip ng mga masasamang imahe ng talunan, saksakan, suntukan, at patayan ng mga magkakapatid na Rizal. Gusto ko silang sigawan at tirisin ang kanilang mga mukha upang idiin sa kanila na hindi kabaliwan ang ginawa kong iyon. Pero ano nga bang magagawa ng pagdarahas? Ang dahas mismo ay ang kabaliwang pumapaikot sa nahuhulog na dangal ng katauhan. Marahas ang pinipintas sa akin.. bagkus, hindi dahas ang dapat gamitin.
At bakit? Nawalan na ba sila ng sapin-paa sa barko at alam nila kung ano ang dapat maging reaksyon upang hindi pagtawanan ng mga madlang di-kilala? Hindi nila alam ang dinamikong pagtutunggali ng emosyon sa mga pangyayaring iyon: ang paghalu-halo ng kawalan sa nasawi kong tsinelas at ang tamis ng pag-asang may makakapulot nito at maari nila itong gamitin, mabigyan man ng sapin ang kanilang mga hubad na mga paa. Kapag may nakapulot ng kanang pares ng tsinelas ko na tumilapon, hindi naman niya magagamit yun kapag wala yung kaliwa. Kesa nga naman maglakad-lakad iyong nakapulot suot-suot ang isang kanang tsinelas lang,.. magmumukha naman siyang ewan... at baka, sakaling pagtatawanan pa xa ng mga ka-baryo niya, o di kaya ng sarili niyang mga kapatid. Kaya, ibinigay ko nalang ang kaliwang pares ng tsinelas ko. Ayoko kasing pinagtatawanan.
Kabaliwan ba ito? Ako na nga ang itong nagbigay at nawalan ng sapin sa paa, ako pa ang masama? (ang drama nga naman ng buhay ko)
Tssss....
Kaya, heto, pa-blog-blog nalang muna. Napagdesisyunan ko na sa kabila ng lahat, tama pa rin ang ginawa ko kanina. Hindi ko man inaasahan ang naging reaksyon ng aking mga kapatid, palihim ko munang itatago ang aking mga dahilan. Saka ko ipagtatapat ang lahat kapag nasa wastong pag-iisip na sila (hahaha). Ewan ko, basta hindi ito makakasira sa ugnayan ng kapatid sa kapatid. Malalaman din nila ang dahilan balang araw.
Darating at darating din tayo sa katotohanan.
Enough of the rant.
Mahal niyo ko,
XOXO,
Jose Protasio
Now i know my ABC...
As Pepe(me) and Pepe Junior(nephew) were playing with our ever lovable writings and books.( note: playing for us means reading, writing and studying..VERY FUN! WHOOHOOo) , nostalgia seems to creep in. I instantly remembered the time when I was still in nursery just like my nephew. My mother used to be my first teacher. I would sit on her lap just like a baby and in return, she would teach me basic lessons such as the alphabet and some poetry. With this in mind, I decided to do the same with Pepe Junior. I taught him the alphabet and some of my favorite poems and writings. Unsurprisingly, he enjoyed it. He even told me that his new favorite novel is the noli me tangere…I think it goes with the genes. We have the same quality of taste! It made me even more proud of my nephew.
As I was teaching Pepe Junior some lessons, flashbacks of the past constantly pop in my head. I can still remember the times when mama would be surprised by the way I write. She said that I have a gift in writing. Back then, I didn’t really care as long as I’m enjoying what I do. My uncles and aunts were amazed as well. But as usual, I don’t really mind their praises. I also remember the time when my personal tutor taught me some lessons. Instead of me agreeing with him, it turned out to be the other way around. He was the one agreeing with my ideas especially in writing poems. Poems, writing, books... These are my prized possessions. While some of the kids noisily run, jump and play outside, I find myself immersing silently with books….books..and yes books..
“Tito Pepe!!! Look at this..”.. As I heard the voice of my nephew, I snapped back to reality. There I saw the poem that he made for me. It was entitled THE TRUE HERO. I was very touched. It made me realize that even though kids may not have degrees or professions, they can still make people amazed with their simple works like poems. Furthermore, it made me realize a more important lesson--- naive and carefree that kids may seem, they are still capable of appreciating other people’s small deeds of kindness. Now, it’s Pepe Junior’s time to make me agree with him.. I learned my ABC, again……..
Kolehiyo
Grabe naman talaga ang buhay O..!!!
Bakit ganoon? Dahil aktibista si Kuya Paciano at may kaugnayan siya kay Padre Burgos na isang martyr na pare nareject kaagad ang aplikasyon ko para pag mag-aral sa maynila. Dahil pa Mercado rin ako ibigsabihin wala kaming pinag-iba sa isa’t-isa? Aba ay hindi naman ata tama yan. Pero ano nga ba ang magagawa ko? Kailangan ko gawin ang kailangan kong gawin para makapag-aral ako.
Alam ko ang aking potensyal. Malayo ang mararating ko. Kailangan kong gawin ang pinayo saking ni Kuya. Dapat kong palitan ang aking pangngalan. Ano kaya ang magiging bago kong pangngalan?
Ang ganda nanaman kasi ng pangngalan ko eh; José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda. Pero hangga’t isa akong Mercado at Realonda, hindi ako mattangap. Ano kaya ang magandang apelyido? Melonda? Recado? Menudo? Recado? Rotunda? Merienda? Grabe. Nakakapagod naman magisip. Ayaw ko magisip. Para gusto ko nalang mabuhay ng walang apelyido.
HALA! Teka. Maganda ideya yan. Hindi na ako magiging si JOSE RIZAL MERCADO Y REALONDA. “Hindi pinapansin ng aking pamilya ang aming ikalwang apelyidong Rizal, ngunit ngayon'y kailangang kong gamitin ito, kaya't lumalabas na ako'y parang isang anak sa labas!” Makikila nalang ako bilang si Jose Protasio Rizal. Wow. Ang angas ng panggalan ko. Pero pasensya na itay at inay. Kailangan ko ito gawin para lamang sa kinabukasan ko at sa kinabukasan nating lahat. Si kuya kasi eh. Pasaway. Pati tuloy ako nadamay. Tigas naman ng tae ni Paciano. GRRRRRR.
Pero di bale. Kaya ko to. Ang inay ko aking unang guro. Marami akong natutunan sa kanya. Ng mag-siyam na taon naman ako si Justiano Aquino Cruz ang nag-turo sakin ng aking mga alam ko ngayon at siya rin ang nakakita ng aking potensyal. Siya nga nagpayo sa mga magulang ko na mag-aral nalang ako sa Maynila eh. Marami kayang magandang babae sa Maynila? Sana naman. Kating kati na ang ano ko. GAAAAH. Pero sa susunod na iyon, dapat ko muna isipin pag-aaral ko.
Dapat kong galingan. Ano kaya ang kurso na babagay sakin? Panggagamot? Manghihilot? Magsasaka? Pilosopiya? Ang daaaaamiii…!!! Ano kaya ang babagay sakin? Ano kaya ang astigin na maging trabaho paglaki ko?
Hrmmmmmm…
AHHH!!! Alam ko na!
Dahil magaling naman ako mag-aaral ako ng agham at pagsasaka sa Ateneo Municipal de Manila at mag-aaral ako ng Pilosopiya at Panitikan sa Pamantasan ng Santo Tomas. Ayos un! Bilang araw tatawagin akong “The Philosophical Land surveyor farmer” at makikilala ako bilang isang magaling na manunulat. GRABEEEE!!! Excited na ako! WOOOOOO! Ayan. Ayan na ang plano ko. Sa Ateneo at Santo Tomas ako mag-aaral at gagawin ko ang lahat ng makakaya ko para maging pinakamagaling tapos pagkaya ko na… pupunta ako sa ibang bansa at mag-aaral. Kaya ko to. Kayang kayak o to.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Remembering 1872...
There's only one way to deal with this! I have to study! I have to work my ass off and save the country! But not through violence... I now realize it but I have had the mightiest weapon of all in the grasp of my hand and at the point of my fingers. Yes folks, you've guessed it! It is the pen (fountain version)! With it I will be invincible and from the paper to the hearts and minds of the people, the ideals that GOMBURZA and the rest of the fighting Filipinos out there (including me of course) shall be immortalized! No more bloodshed! I should know by now better than anyone that killing aggravates only more killing. Besides the Spaniards do not fear our military prowess or our fighting capabilities. They wish to get rid of us because we can best them at what they assumingly do best and that is our capability to learn and use that knowledge to our advantage. Even without weapons, I'll show the friars that the Filipinos are no ass-kissers! They'll be kissing our asses when I'm through with them (getting all pumped up!)! I'll master so many languages until they don't understand a word i'm saying!... (let me try that again...) I'll master so many languages that their tongues can only dream of achieving (better

(sigh) Anyway... I better go buy more ink. I'm probably gonna need some more... a whole lot more... Paper too... I wonder if they're on sale today...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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