Friday, November 13, 2009

Careless Whisper
By Purple

Life’s proven thought: “Never opt for something without meticulously checking the trademark, variety and especially the price of the product.”

It was sizzling hot outside. I was riding a motorcycle with my father. That morning, I was wearing a red jacket to protect me from the heat of the sun. Suddenly, I told Papa to stop first before Cang’s so I can buy my Christmas card prescribed by Kuya last Tuesday.

When I came inside the establishment, with the feeling of being seared because of the heat of the sun, I directly ask the saleslady about the stand of those cards and go straight to where it was being placed.

With the desire to get a stunning one but thinking that choosing it would require lots of money, I pick the “not so beautiful” one and thought that price would never mind but the message from the heart would best explains the real essence of Christmas. Thus, I went to the counter and got my wallet, ready to pay that card. However, I was awfully shocked when I saw in the monitor that it cost Php 49.75.

With the feeling of being ashamed once I return that card and exchange it with something economical, I draw my 50 peso baon given by my mother that morning to pay it and said “Sige nalang, Christmas bitaw.”

When I entered the office, I approach Rolyn and Catherine and ask them if they already got their Christmas Card. Apparently, they both said that they haven’t bought it yet.

Afternoon came; some staffs were talking about the card and decided to buy together. Rolyn and Catherine went to Lee Plaza and pick the P24.50 card. It was not that attractive like my card but the only alteration is that, it just cost them a little value compared to mine.

When evening came, Kuya arrived and felt so happy with his card. He also gave the other card he bought for Ate Nadine. A staff once asked Kuya how does it cost him and he answered P35.50.

Whaaaat??? His card was full of glitter-glitter effects, with a Christmas music played when you’re about to open it, and with Santa Clause as the preface of the card. It’s inevitable to compare it with mine. I can’t help thinking of the price, the design and style, and all the gimmicks, my gass! Bog’z jud akong card (hehe… Sige lamang).

Kuya then called everyone so we can start our meeting. Everybody got their card- varieties of them were on their hands. I, myself, was hesitant to draw mine in my bag knowing that some would tease me because of my being dumb to choose something that cost expensive yet appeared to be the same as the one’s that are what we call “cheap”.(hehe…)

That night, I learned to be efficient enough to choose a product. Yes! I admit, I was really dumb of having thought that 10 percent as 10 pesos. And starting that night, I will never be careless anymore. Weeee!!!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Stupido Ragazzo
By Lycel

Its a stupid feeling when you're so desperate to consume a pretty damn cute thing but you're heart is too damn scared to know the answer- that you can never ever do it.

During my elementary days, I felt so happy whenever I have a liquid eraser. It feels good to have such a thing that you know many of your classmates does not have it and its nice to hear that they'll be obsessed begging to borrow it. (hehe... what a girl?)

However, this concept changed through the days because several of my classmates bought their own liquid eraser and forgetting me as the founder... The first one to have it... (hehe... again).

Through the days, I realized I can't consume all of it on my own. So, I found myself pretending to have an erasure and blot it using my liquid. Just like fooling myself, there's no page in my notebook without a white paint in it but still, it never got empty. "I'll throw it away,"I said. I'm not happy any longer using it.

As I stepped on my college life, and striving to have a better grade in my Typing Lessons, I was pissed off with my stupid hands because every now and then, I commit errors that certainly I was not pretending with. Until that day came, I noticed that my liquid eraser was empty. My gass! I still have many erasures, how am I gonna deal with it?

That time, I felt so numb... But even so, I could still feel my success in consuming it all without any pretentious intent. Hehe... Success!!!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Cute Kong Pagbati
By Lycel D. Caingcoy

Kahinumdom ko sauna
Maglanat-lanat tang duha
Sa ilalum sa punong mangga
Kanunay tang magakatawa.

Sa ka-agbon ug ka-init sa dalan,
Pag-hapla ko imu akong gitabangan
Gipatidog mo ako ug lagi gipaspasan
Maayo nalang kay anaa ka sa akong kiliran.

Wa' mo pa ba kalimti?
Magbalay-balay sad ta permi
Gisulog-sulog pa tag gi-abi-abi
Kay kitang duha magkuyog sige.

Ug didto nag-sugod ang cute kong pagbati
Daw ako ang reyna, ug ikaw akong hari.
Sa tanang lalaki, ikaw ang gipalabi
Ikaw lang gud ang higugmaon sa tibuok kong kinabuhi.

Ikaw ang maambong bituon sa kadagatan,
Ikaw ang labing mahayag nga bulan,
Daw ikaw ang adlaw sa'kong kalibutan
Takus nga makauban sa akong kalisdanan.

Apan naputol mga maayo kong adlaw
Mga malipayong panghitabo, tanan nahanaw
Kay s tuman natong pag-kuyog, nakabantay akong magulang
Mi-sumbong dayon sa akong Inahan ug Amahan.

"Ayaw sa gud ni-ana Inday," tugon sa akong Mama.
"Daghan pa kang dapat makat-unan," dungag pa ni Papa.
Labaw sa tanan, ikaw gayod bata pa.
Wala kay laing huna-hunaon, 'kon dili ang pag-eskuyla.

Sukad ni-ato, masulob-on kong nangamuyo.
Ni-dangat sa Ginoo, ug kaniya naga-ampo
Nga unta hatagan ako ug maayong buot
Tapuson kinibng gibating kangut-ngot.

Ug kay lagi buotan kong pagka-anak,
Tambag kanila akong gi-tahak
Mayra gud lagi, kay cute akong pagbati
Dili tantong sakit ang akong nasinati.

Sa kasikas sa dahon, ug dagan sa panahon,
Wala ko na hikit-i ang akong pag-laum
Masusi kong gipakyas gugma nakong matarong,
Aron pag-eskuyla nako ang unahon.