I woke up from my fantasy,
My fantasy is composed of you and me,
It seems it makes me crazy,
Remembering the day that we’re happy.
I woke up from my fantasy,
Reminiscing the day that you came,
Those happy days that is my treasured memories,
Wishing that you’re here by my side.
I woke up from my fantasy,
I realize you’re not for me,
I don’t have other choice but to let you go,
But as always, I’m here waiting for you.
I woke up from my fantasy,
My fantasy is composed of you and me,
I think it’s time to forget you,
Throw all the memories I made with you.
This is the last time of fantasy,
All of these will be just a reverie,
So when I get off my bed,
My long fantasy will end.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Puno By: Venessa dela Cruz
May isang matayog na puno,
Na noon ay nakatirik,
Malawak ang sakop,
Mataas ang abot,
Ito’y nagbibigay ng lilim,
Lilim na nakapagpapandong sa mga tao,
Ito’y nakapagbibigay ng bunga,
Bunga na pinapakinabangan ng lahat.
Madalas ‘di pinapansin,
Ang puno na nakatindig sa atin,
Parang walang buhay kung tutuusin,
Ngunit sa nakauunawa,
Ito’y nagbibigay buhay sa atin.
Ngayon maaaring manganib,
Puno na iniingatan ng matagal na panahon,
May magagawa ba tayo?
Kung tayo’y magsasawalang kibo,
Sa ating kapaligiran na winawask na ng palalo.
Na noon ay nakatirik,
Malawak ang sakop,
Mataas ang abot,
Ito’y nagbibigay ng lilim,
Lilim na nakapagpapandong sa mga tao,
Ito’y nakapagbibigay ng bunga,
Bunga na pinapakinabangan ng lahat.
Madalas ‘di pinapansin,
Ang puno na nakatindig sa atin,
Parang walang buhay kung tutuusin,
Ngunit sa nakauunawa,
Ito’y nagbibigay buhay sa atin.
Ngayon maaaring manganib,
Puno na iniingatan ng matagal na panahon,
May magagawa ba tayo?
Kung tayo’y magsasawalang kibo,
Sa ating kapaligiran na winawask na ng palalo.
A Tribute to Our Cory By: Mark Denisse A. De Jesus
At first she was plain house wife,
Then an icon of DEMOCRACY,
After the death of her beloved husband,
She fought to give back our SOVEREIGNTY.
She passed through many challenges of life,
But her courage gave her sight,
That people of Philippines is in her side.
Love of the people made her complete,
From the time she sat at the office of presidency,
Up to the time she left the power itself,
And face again her family and life of simplicity.
But the time has come to face the truth,
That life, itself, is not absolute,
Our God finally got the life of our beloved Cory.
People are crying,
Her family is grieving,
Because they lost a MOTHER of all,
A WARRIOR of light, and
An ADVOCATE of peace.
Tita Cory you are the only one who made us a proud,
A defender of our sovereignty, and
Faithful citizens of our beloved country.
Then an icon of DEMOCRACY,
After the death of her beloved husband,
She fought to give back our SOVEREIGNTY.
She passed through many challenges of life,
But her courage gave her sight,
That people of Philippines is in her side.
Love of the people made her complete,
From the time she sat at the office of presidency,
Up to the time she left the power itself,
And face again her family and life of simplicity.
But the time has come to face the truth,
That life, itself, is not absolute,
Our God finally got the life of our beloved Cory.
People are crying,
Her family is grieving,
Because they lost a MOTHER of all,
A WARRIOR of light, and
An ADVOCATE of peace.
Tita Cory you are the only one who made us a proud,
A defender of our sovereignty, and
Faithful citizens of our beloved country.
Who’s Who?
Miriam Santiago. Does it ring a bell? Would you visualize a lass with an eyeglasses whom you can find wandering at Education lobby or would you think for a lawyer and politician who is extremely exceptional. My parents named me after her because of her popularity and cleverness. She is one of the most powerful women in the Philippines.
I am so delighted to the fact that I am easily remembered not because of who I really am but because of the person who made my name awfully popular. That every time I passed by my classmates, schoolmates or any one who knew me would blurt out, “Uy! Senadora, wala ba kayong conference?” and I am pleased every time they’d joke me if I am ready to jump off from a helicopter.
I had a professor who always says every time he checked our attendance, “Miriam Santiago na best friend ni Lacson, are you in?” Duh. Does he even know me? I had been connected with lots of politicians. Erap, Lacson, and Arroyo just topped the rest of the list of my buddies, but if they were really my friends, why they didn’t even invite me to their Friendster or Facebook account? Gee. But the best thing that I love about my name is when my professor would expect me to be as articulate and brilliant as her. That if I were called to recite, I should speak fluently and fire hot answers like what Sen. Santiago would say. So what is not to like about my name? I really really love it!
If I would be given a chance to talk to my parents when I was in my mother’s womb, I’ll tell her just name me plain “Mir” or “Iam”. But if they truly wanted “Miriam” for their stunning baby’s name, I wish they named me “Precious Francine Miriam Mitzie R. Santiago”, so there I would not be associated with Sen. Santiago. It would be a cool name!
I am so delighted to the fact that I am easily remembered not because of who I really am but because of the person who made my name awfully popular. That every time I passed by my classmates, schoolmates or any one who knew me would blurt out, “Uy! Senadora, wala ba kayong conference?” and I am pleased every time they’d joke me if I am ready to jump off from a helicopter.
I had a professor who always says every time he checked our attendance, “Miriam Santiago na best friend ni Lacson, are you in?” Duh. Does he even know me? I had been connected with lots of politicians. Erap, Lacson, and Arroyo just topped the rest of the list of my buddies, but if they were really my friends, why they didn’t even invite me to their Friendster or Facebook account? Gee. But the best thing that I love about my name is when my professor would expect me to be as articulate and brilliant as her. That if I were called to recite, I should speak fluently and fire hot answers like what Sen. Santiago would say. So what is not to like about my name? I really really love it!
If I would be given a chance to talk to my parents when I was in my mother’s womb, I’ll tell her just name me plain “Mir” or “Iam”. But if they truly wanted “Miriam” for their stunning baby’s name, I wish they named me “Precious Francine Miriam Mitzie R. Santiago”, so there I would not be associated with Sen. Santiago. It would be a cool name!
Identification Card by Dyey-ti
It was a rainy afternoon; I was in the mood, comfortably and serenely reading a book in the library. Just like any other students, I realized that there are more important things to do than just flipping pages of books, I decided to do down to Multi Media to earn coins, xp’s, and chips; and save Mother Earth by planting seeds and trees.
There was a long queue of students who were signing and giving their I.D.’s, it was a routine when you enter that room. After four hours of playing FarmVille, CaféWorld, Mafia, and answering surveys, I decided to leave. I went down then I noticed that my I.D. was missing, so I went back.
I can’t find my I.D.! I questioned all the student assistants but they said they don’t know where on Earth it was. I went wild! Hello? It is important, right? That’s why our efficient guards won’t allow us to enter the University if we don’t have it. Never.
I remembered my friends who have also been victims of losing their precious I.D., which made me even madder! The S.A.’s are looking at me as if I am a four-eyed monster with two heads. I felt as if I’m an advocate of the Lost I.D. Liberation Front, who fought fearlessly for our rights against the injustice of those in the position who do nothing to find it. Well what do I expect? I suppose they’ll organize a search squad to be in-charge for the school-wide investigation of my lost I.D. or they’ll hold everyone to rummage their belongings to find it. But they just answered me, “Maybe others got it, maybe they’ll bring it back.” MAYBE? MAYBE? That’s all they can say?
My blood was steaming, my body was shaking, and I was about to explode! I started complaining how irresponsible they are, that they are not the one who paid P90 (that was before) for my I.D., that they should do something about it. That we gave it not just to lose it. I even asked where their boss was; unfortunately (or luckily) he’s out. After seemed like an hour of grumbling, I left and went home. I can’t keep still, then just like a storm calming down, a thought flashed in my head. I felt cold, terribly cold. My mouth ran dry. My I.D. was in the library. Oh my!
There was a long queue of students who were signing and giving their I.D.’s, it was a routine when you enter that room. After four hours of playing FarmVille, CaféWorld, Mafia, and answering surveys, I decided to leave. I went down then I noticed that my I.D. was missing, so I went back.
I can’t find my I.D.! I questioned all the student assistants but they said they don’t know where on Earth it was. I went wild! Hello? It is important, right? That’s why our efficient guards won’t allow us to enter the University if we don’t have it. Never.
I remembered my friends who have also been victims of losing their precious I.D., which made me even madder! The S.A.’s are looking at me as if I am a four-eyed monster with two heads. I felt as if I’m an advocate of the Lost I.D. Liberation Front, who fought fearlessly for our rights against the injustice of those in the position who do nothing to find it. Well what do I expect? I suppose they’ll organize a search squad to be in-charge for the school-wide investigation of my lost I.D. or they’ll hold everyone to rummage their belongings to find it. But they just answered me, “Maybe others got it, maybe they’ll bring it back.” MAYBE? MAYBE? That’s all they can say?
My blood was steaming, my body was shaking, and I was about to explode! I started complaining how irresponsible they are, that they are not the one who paid P90 (that was before) for my I.D., that they should do something about it. That we gave it not just to lose it. I even asked where their boss was; unfortunately (or luckily) he’s out. After seemed like an hour of grumbling, I left and went home. I can’t keep still, then just like a storm calming down, a thought flashed in my head. I felt cold, terribly cold. My mouth ran dry. My I.D. was in the library. Oh my!
Sacrifice for Love By: Larvin Ian S. Ciriaco
Are you ready to sacrifice all the things that you possess in the name of love? Have you experienced risking someone or something that you love most because sacrificing is the wisest thing to do? That the things that you have now are needed to be left behind. Just like the Man on the Cross, who died and suffered because of His love for us, love that is everlasting – Jesus Christ. The Man who took all the risks, pains and who sacrificed Himself to give us a new life, a better way of living here on Earth. That is the real meaning of love. Loving someone also means facing sacrifices. How about you, are you willing to do like what Jesus Christ did?
Farewell Glance By: Connie Belle Castro Rimada
I look at him,
Yes I did look at his deep set eyes,
Those glances I once wished to be mine,
Just a fleeting moment, I look at him,
Just a moment where I could be with him, alone.
But I can’t be!
It will not be… the way I just want it.
Yes I look at him!
I took a glance on his face, on his eyes,
Eyes now filled with emptiness and longing.
I look at him with shivering heart,
I wanted to touch him, feel him,
Close to me, in my arms,
Alone!
But I can’t! I just can’t!
I look at him, as he walked away,
I look at him as he turned his back from me.
I look at him, I watched him stepping out,
Out of my life!
I just look at him.
Yes I did look at his deep set eyes,
Those glances I once wished to be mine,
Just a fleeting moment, I look at him,
Just a moment where I could be with him, alone.
But I can’t be!
It will not be… the way I just want it.
Yes I look at him!
I took a glance on his face, on his eyes,
Eyes now filled with emptiness and longing.
I look at him with shivering heart,
I wanted to touch him, feel him,
Close to me, in my arms,
Alone!
But I can’t! I just can’t!
I look at him, as he walked away,
I look at him as he turned his back from me.
I look at him, I watched him stepping out,
Out of my life!
I just look at him.
Bitter Ending By: Marggie Shiella G. Austria
One night, I dreamt of you,
We were together, I hope it’s true.
We were sitting under the coconut tree,
You held my hand and then you kissed me.
The stars started to twinkle in the sky,
And then I saw your sparkling eye.
I wish we’d stay this way together,
Because I want to be with you forever.
Suddenly, I saw someone coming,
She said, “Babe, let’s go they’re waiting,”
You let go of my hand and said goodbye,
Without even looking in my eyes.
I woke up with tears,
San still remember his smile,
I know you’re gone and won’t come back again,
So now, I say goodbye, this is the end.
We were together, I hope it’s true.
We were sitting under the coconut tree,
You held my hand and then you kissed me.
The stars started to twinkle in the sky,
And then I saw your sparkling eye.
I wish we’d stay this way together,
Because I want to be with you forever.
Suddenly, I saw someone coming,
She said, “Babe, let’s go they’re waiting,”
You let go of my hand and said goodbye,
Without even looking in my eyes.
I woke up with tears,
San still remember his smile,
I know you’re gone and won’t come back again,
So now, I say goodbye, this is the end.
Alfred By: Hannah Rose P. Herrera
Ganito ba talaga ang umiibig?
Damdami’y ‘si maintindihan kung ano ang ibig,
Parang ‘di maprediktang agos ng tubig,
Maging panahong pabago-bago’y daig.
Tunay na ‘di maunawaan itong nasasaloob ko,
Kani-kanina lang ay galit ako sayo,
Subalit ‘si mawari, bakit biglang nawala ito?
Dahil lang sa biglang pagtawag mo.
Ano ba itong hiwagang sayo’y bumabalot?
Napalitan mo ng pagmamahal ang kanina’y poot.
Puso ko ngayo’y saya ang suot,
Pagtawag mo ang sigurado akong nagdulot.
Ako nga ba’y sadyang nasisiraan na?
O sadyang mahal na mahal lang talaga kita?
Ako nga ba’y nagpapakatanga?
Sa isang tulad mong ‘di alam magpahalaga.
Mahal, iyong pakatandaan,
Ako man ay iyong pahirapan,
Sa aki’y ito’y walang ano man,
‘pagkat buong pagkatao ko’y sayo lang laan.
Gaano man katagal ako’y maghihintay,
Asahan mo, kahit akin pang ikamatay,
Sapagkat pag-ibig mo’y aking taglay,
Wala akong pakialam kahit pa ito’y di tunay.
Ngayon dahila’y akin nang napagtanto,
Kung bakit ganito na lamang ang halaga mo,
Ito’y dahil na lamang ang halaga mo,
Mahal talaga kita, ito’y walang halong biro!
Damdami’y ‘si maintindihan kung ano ang ibig,
Parang ‘di maprediktang agos ng tubig,
Maging panahong pabago-bago’y daig.
Tunay na ‘di maunawaan itong nasasaloob ko,
Kani-kanina lang ay galit ako sayo,
Subalit ‘si mawari, bakit biglang nawala ito?
Dahil lang sa biglang pagtawag mo.
Ano ba itong hiwagang sayo’y bumabalot?
Napalitan mo ng pagmamahal ang kanina’y poot.
Puso ko ngayo’y saya ang suot,
Pagtawag mo ang sigurado akong nagdulot.
Ako nga ba’y sadyang nasisiraan na?
O sadyang mahal na mahal lang talaga kita?
Ako nga ba’y nagpapakatanga?
Sa isang tulad mong ‘di alam magpahalaga.
Mahal, iyong pakatandaan,
Ako man ay iyong pahirapan,
Sa aki’y ito’y walang ano man,
‘pagkat buong pagkatao ko’y sayo lang laan.
Gaano man katagal ako’y maghihintay,
Asahan mo, kahit akin pang ikamatay,
Sapagkat pag-ibig mo’y aking taglay,
Wala akong pakialam kahit pa ito’y di tunay.
Ngayon dahila’y akin nang napagtanto,
Kung bakit ganito na lamang ang halaga mo,
Ito’y dahil na lamang ang halaga mo,
Mahal talaga kita, ito’y walang halong biro!
Tagumpay John Alvin V. Seradoy
Sa ating buhay problema ay kaagapay,
Hindi natin alam kung tayo’y magtatagumpay,
Kaya’t pahalagahan bawat yugto ng buhay,
Upang ang madama ay kaligayahang walang kapantay.
Maraming suliranin sa ating pag-aaral,
Tulad ng salapi na siyang nagiging sagabal,
Upang maabot natin ang rurok ng tagumpay,
At magkaroon ng permanenteng hanap-buhay.
Huwag mawalan ng determinasyon,
Sa halip dumalangin sa ating Poon,
Kaakibat nito’y kaukulang aksyon,
Upang simula ay pumaroon.
Sa mga puno ng problema, huwag magalala,
Sapagkat mayroon pang pag-asa,
Dahil habang tayo ay humihinga,
Maraming solusyon pa ang makikita’t magagawa.
Walng makakasira sa ating plano,
Basta’t mag-aral at magtrabaho,
Makakamit natin ang pangaral sa buhay at mundo,
O sa kabila ng hirap, tagumpay din and dulo.
Hagdan By: Bez
Heto na naman, tahimik ang kapaligiran,
Tila nakakabingi ang katahimikan,
Hindi maiwasang maglakbay ang isipan,
Tila nananaog sa gitna ng kawalan.
Habang ang isip ko’y nagugulumihanan,
Aking natanawan ang bakanteng hagdan,
Bigla kong naalala ang iyong pagdaan.
Bakit kaya ngayo’y ‘di kta masilayan?
Aking napagtantong kay tagal nap ala,
Mula ng sa piling ko ikaw ay nawala,
Akala ko nung una sa akin ay baliwala,
Na ang magandang samahan nati’y
Mawalang parang bula.
Ngunit bakit ngayo’y nagbabalik sa hinuha,
Bawat alaala mo’y aking nagugunita,’
Hindi mapigilan ang pagpatak ng luha,
‘pagkat ang ibalik ka ay ‘di ko na magawa.
Hanggang ngayo’y ‘di pa rin alam,
Kung ano nga ba ang naging dahilan,
Bakit tila tayo’y nagkaroon ng alitan,
Kahit parehong sagot natin ay “wala naman.”
Tunay ngang kayliit ng mundo,
‘pagkat maya-maya ikaw ay naririto,
landas natin ay ‘di maiwasang nagtagpo,
ngunit tila tayo sa isa’t isa’y magkalayo.
Tanging doon sa hagdan na nga lang ba,
Na kita ay masusulyapan at makikita?
Hindi na kaya muling magagawa pa,
Ang makasama at muling mahagkan ka?
Ngunit salamat pa din sa bakanteng hagdan,
‘pagkat kahit paano’y ako’y napagbigyan,
na kahit sa malayo, ika’y masulyapan,
kahit pa mga mangyayari’y walang kasiguraduhan.
Saan na nga kaya napadpad ang inaasam?
Hanggang ditto na nga lang ba ang pagkakaibigan?
doon na nga lang bas a nasabing nagdan,
Ang mga alaala mo’y babalik-balikan?
Tila nakakabingi ang katahimikan,
Hindi maiwasang maglakbay ang isipan,
Tila nananaog sa gitna ng kawalan.
Habang ang isip ko’y nagugulumihanan,
Aking natanawan ang bakanteng hagdan,
Bigla kong naalala ang iyong pagdaan.
Bakit kaya ngayo’y ‘di kta masilayan?
Aking napagtantong kay tagal nap ala,
Mula ng sa piling ko ikaw ay nawala,
Akala ko nung una sa akin ay baliwala,
Na ang magandang samahan nati’y
Mawalang parang bula.
Ngunit bakit ngayo’y nagbabalik sa hinuha,
Bawat alaala mo’y aking nagugunita,’
Hindi mapigilan ang pagpatak ng luha,
‘pagkat ang ibalik ka ay ‘di ko na magawa.
Hanggang ngayo’y ‘di pa rin alam,
Kung ano nga ba ang naging dahilan,
Bakit tila tayo’y nagkaroon ng alitan,
Kahit parehong sagot natin ay “wala naman.”
Tunay ngang kayliit ng mundo,
‘pagkat maya-maya ikaw ay naririto,
landas natin ay ‘di maiwasang nagtagpo,
ngunit tila tayo sa isa’t isa’y magkalayo.
Tanging doon sa hagdan na nga lang ba,
Na kita ay masusulyapan at makikita?
Hindi na kaya muling magagawa pa,
Ang makasama at muling mahagkan ka?
Ngunit salamat pa din sa bakanteng hagdan,
‘pagkat kahit paano’y ako’y napagbigyan,
na kahit sa malayo, ika’y masulyapan,
kahit pa mga mangyayari’y walang kasiguraduhan.
Saan na nga kaya napadpad ang inaasam?
Hanggang ditto na nga lang ba ang pagkakaibigan?
doon na nga lang bas a nasabing nagdan,
Ang mga alaala mo’y babalik-balikan?
Only for You By: Arcelee N. Mercado
I tried to explain and tell the truth,
Hoping that you’d believe me,
That I left him and chose you,
Because I do love you.
I don’t know what to do if I’d lose you,
I hope that you’d forgive me,
And let’s continue share,
The happiness and sadness of our lives.
But if you’d refused to,
And you love me no more,
I’d accept that,
And I want to thank you.
Let me be your friend,
So that I can always see you,
And show my love and care,
That is only for you.
Hoping that you’d believe me,
That I left him and chose you,
Because I do love you.
I don’t know what to do if I’d lose you,
I hope that you’d forgive me,
And let’s continue share,
The happiness and sadness of our lives.
But if you’d refused to,
And you love me no more,
I’d accept that,
And I want to thank you.
Let me be your friend,
So that I can always see you,
And show my love and care,
That is only for you.
Someday By SomeBody
Years had elapsed,
Since our last hug,
Now I’m lugubrious,
Like a sick bug.
I miss those hands,
Which fit snugly with mine,
I miss those eyes,
Those stares, which make me feel fine.
I have no regrets for spending m time,
To someone who’s never been mine.
I have no regrets for giving my soul,
To him, who’s not willing to risk it all.
We played it safe to avoid pain,
But it hurts more, I can’t explain.
SOMEDAY… we’ll find reasons.
SOMEDAY… it’s gonna make sense.
Since our last hug,
Now I’m lugubrious,
Like a sick bug.
I miss those hands,
Which fit snugly with mine,
I miss those eyes,
Those stares, which make me feel fine.
I have no regrets for spending m time,
To someone who’s never been mine.
I have no regrets for giving my soul,
To him, who’s not willing to risk it all.
We played it safe to avoid pain,
But it hurts more, I can’t explain.
SOMEDAY… we’ll find reasons.
SOMEDAY… it’s gonna make sense.
Thoughts of Futility By: Chess
Goodbye, Goodbye,
To you my love who made me cries,
I hate to go, but I have to,
Though you know in my heart I’m afraid of losing you.
Goodbye, Goodbye,
I never thought our love would die.
I did my best to reconcile,
I was unfortunate but at last I tried.
I’ve been a true and honest girlfriend to you,
All my life in my heart it’s only you,
Believing that you love me too,
Is this the price of loving you?
Leaving you is the last thing that I abhor to do,
On the contrary the time has come for me to go,
But I don’t understand why I love you so?
Despite of the pains and sorrows that I’ve gone through.
I’m sick and tired of the unripe tie-up,
A one – sided love affair is not what I dream of,
This impotent relationship should be stopped,
Enough is enough for I’m giving up.
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