Habang nagpapalipas ako ng oras sa harap ng isang lawa na animoy isang mineral water sa linaw, napaisip ako na mayron pa rin palang mga lugar kung saan makakaisip ka ng walang gumagambala sa iyo tulad na lamang ng ginagawa ko ngayon. Oo, ako ay nag-iisip. Tinatanong ko ng paulit-ulit ang aking sarili ng sandamak na mga katanungan. Tinatanong ko ang aking sarili bakit ganito ang style ng buhok ko, bakit ganito ako manamit, bakit mas magaling ako sa spanish kaysa sa ingles, bakit ang liit ko. bakit ang daming babaeng nagkakandarapa sakin, bakit ganito ang mukha ko at higit sa lahat bakit ako isip ng isip. pero hindi iyon ang pinakamatindi sa lahat, ang pinakamatinding katanungan sa lahat ay kung isa ba akong repormista o rebolusyonista. Nakasulat na ako ng isang libro tungkol doon ngunit hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin masagot. Napakaraming mga katanungang gumagambala sa aking isipin kaya naman hindi ko napansin na may anino na palang papalapit kung saan ako nag-iisip.
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
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Ang Pangako Ng Isang Pulotgata.
Isinulat ni Maggie Dimaano.
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...
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
Esteemed colleagues, professors, mentors, avid readers, to the well distinguished writers of our generation, to the Pulitzer Committee and the Columbia University, to the Literary World, to my fellow countrymen, a pleasant day to all of you.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...
(Rich... poor... healthy... sick... life... death... who really decides these things for us. Everyday people suffer for having done nothing wrong but at the same time people who have wronged more than themselves continue to bask in the luxuries of life. Who then decides the life we deserve? Or are our fates decided like dots on a dice?)
(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...
(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
Esteemed colleagues, professors, mentors, avid readers, to the well distinguished writers of our generation, to the Pulitzer Committee and the Columbia University, to the Literary World, to my countrymen, a pleasant day to you all.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?
Last night i had a dream.
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?
God i hope not. If it is... then i'd like to be responsible for it being a trend. And hopefully... This is what will one day be called the "RIZAL" look. IF... and ONLY IF... my dream is true.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.
Isinulat ni Maggie Dimaano.
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.
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!
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Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Romeo.. Romeo.. Where art thou MY Romeoo?
Ang pangit.
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? :|
Oo! Ginusto ko na maging bida ako pero hindi ko inakala na magiging babaeng bida ako. OO sa mga original na mga dula ni William ay mga lalaki talaga ang mga tauhan pero hindi ba modernong mundo na ang tinitirahan natin ngayon? hindi na pwede nalang ako maging si Romeo? Gwapo naman ako. At ang maging si Juliet ko ay isang tila napakagandang babae na ang balat ay kasing kinis ni Marian Rivera. "O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright" Nanghihina ako pagnakikita ko siya. Natutuwa ang pagkalalaki ko at gusto ko lamang siya makasama ng magisa lamang kami. Bakit hindi nalang xa ang ginawang Juliet? nakakainis naman eh. Tapos ang pangit pangit pa ni Romeo. dapat talaga ako nalang si Romeo. Bwisit.
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!
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? :|
Oo! Ginusto ko na maging bida ako pero hindi ko inakala na magiging babaeng bida ako. OO sa mga original na mga dula ni William ay mga lalaki talaga ang mga tauhan pero hindi ba modernong mundo na ang tinitirahan natin ngayon? hindi na pwede nalang ako maging si Romeo? Gwapo naman ako. At ang maging si Juliet ko ay isang tila napakagandang babae na ang balat ay kasing kinis ni Marian Rivera. "O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright" Nanghihina ako pagnakikita ko siya. Natutuwa ang pagkalalaki ko at gusto ko lamang siya makasama ng magisa lamang kami. Bakit hindi nalang xa ang ginawang Juliet? nakakainis naman eh. Tapos ang pangit pangit pa ni Romeo. dapat talaga ako nalang si Romeo. Bwisit.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!
"OH never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
isinulat ni Joey Nocom
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
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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
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Where are we going?
It's about time I travelled... I can only learn so much here. I have to see Spain. I want to know what it's like and how people get along there with one another. So... I need a map! Oh! Hello there map! Could you tell me how to get to Spain?
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!!!
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?
Ang pangit.
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? :|
Oo! Ginusto ko na maging bida ako pero hindi ko inakala na magiging babaeng bida ako. OO sa mga original na mga dula ni William ay mga lalaki talaga ang mga tauhan pero hindi ba modernong mundo na ang tinitirahan natin ngayon? hindi na pwede nalang ako maging si Romeo? Gwapo naman ako. At ang maging si Juliet ko ay isang tila napakagandang babae na ang balat ay kasing kinis ni Marian Rivera. "O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright" Nanghihina ako pagnakikita ko siya. Natutuwa ang pagkalalaki ko at gusto ko lamang siya makasama ng magisa lamang kami. Bakit hindi nalang xa ang ginawang Juliet? nakakainis naman eh. Tapos ang pangit pangit pa ni Romeo. dapat talaga ako nalang si Romeo. Bwisit.
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!
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? :|
Oo! Ginusto ko na maging bida ako pero hindi ko inakala na magiging babaeng bida ako. OO sa mga original na mga dula ni William ay mga lalaki talaga ang mga tauhan pero hindi ba modernong mundo na ang tinitirahan natin ngayon? hindi na pwede nalang ako maging si Romeo? Gwapo naman ako. At ang maging si Juliet ko ay isang tila napakagandang babae na ang balat ay kasing kinis ni Marian Rivera. "O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright" Nanghihina ako pagnakikita ko siya. Natutuwa ang pagkalalaki ko at gusto ko lamang siya makasama ng magisa lamang kami. Bakit hindi nalang xa ang ginawang Juliet? nakakainis naman eh. Tapos ang pangit pangit pa ni Romeo. dapat talaga ako nalang si Romeo. Bwisit.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!
"OH never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
isinulat ni Joey Nocom
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