Laugh trip

July 8th, 2007 by gangwarily

Crazy crazy day! Sobrang laugh trip…After our western history subject to our Phil. Lit. there is something with this day, so carefree though I just failed my foreign language quiz, (crap, the intonation is just hard but I’ll get it soon…harharhar…I still love mandarin so nothing can stop me from passing this…I hope…) hmmm…I have headache too but I kept on laughing till I went home. It’s not that bad to have all of us girls in crazy mood we just laugh at anything…one spoiler…sorry saebi…hope you’ll get over that part ok? Let’s just speesh English and not greek…hehe no ptvxqm next time just us.

Our insights about the short story and essays on Phil Literature:

The serious part:

Liwanag at Dilim:

When darkness wrings the
eyes of blind

We shed no tears

We see no light

We cast a storm

We swim in blood

It makes the tragic seem so
just

So frail and beautiful in
such might

Who dares conjure this
wondrous light?

Amidst the darkness there’s
light in sight

That calls to the oppressed
man, woman and child

Open thy heart, thy soul
and thy mind

With light there’s freedom
where we can go full flight

The supposedly serious
part:

Wedding Dance: by Amador T. Daguio

The clamour of the gong
entice thy ear

Provoke thy body and seduce
thy air

Thy heart is mingled with
thy tears

As thou think of the events
that grow near

*“You incompetent bastard, why
did you go just so you could leave me with some whore”

She talks to herself in
self induce stupor.

*What’s with the rap like poetry doing there? Well since Mac and I are having our mini debate which of the beans and beads is the real sign of their (Awiyao and Lumnay) love, so we end up with this, actually recited by Mac and we all decided while laughing that it would be ok though Lumnay is Selfless which is like violating the story and making our own.

So it’s unfinished, well mainly because we realize that we’re not suppose to summarize the story but to give our insights…but in this point we all are having fun with what we are doing the merging of both old English and modern style… hihi…so 5minutes before the bell rings Saebi took the paper and do her thang…

Wedding dance: the serious part

We wait for love, we wait
for some man.

In the brink of forever we
held no hand

All is well we’re alone

But why oh why do we cry
such tone?

I wait in time we wait in
vain

Only to experience such
fruitless pain

But all is worth of what we
have

If it be all for the one we
love.

It’s done thanks to Saebi,
Sarah and Mac!

Tanghalian

June 27th, 2007 by gangwarily

Grabe, I never thought how lost I was
because of my inferiority complex, I abandon my writings, just because I’m dead
scared that I even forgot that creative writing is a form of art and Art can
only be an Art when it became an expression of oneself, I miss a lot that when
I started writing I forgot how to do it, I don’t even know where to start, what
to say, until I repeatedly told myself, I don’t need to be pressured I just
have to express myself, its my prerogative. Say what I want to say and express
what I feel, I don’t wanna be scared, so even if I am still intimidated, I
would try my best to put my writings here, I need constructive criticisms
please destructive one’s are unsolicited, I know I need to improve and now I am
starting right from scratch but it would help me gain my confidence. So here it
goes two of the writings that I made last night:

Breeze

Busy,
busy, busy

no
more thinking just gut-feeling

No
time to breathe just talk

nothing
to do but work

no
philosophizing then face the odds

consequences
are hard but we need to learn to pause

And
feel that breeze touch our souls

for
it can give peace even to the wildest of hearts

Tanghalian

kulitan
at tawanan

masaya
nga tingnan ngunit may kulang

anu
ba at nababagabag?

katahimikan
ay di maaring dumaan

dahil
sakit ay lalong nararamdam

sige
tawa lang, kahit anu lang

wala
lang bastusan.

malapit
na ngang tumunog ang kampana

isa-
isa ng magaalisan

matitira
ka,

hindi
makaiyak dahil sa kung anung dahilan

hanggat
kaya sige lang, tumahimik kana lang

haggang
dumating ang tanghalian

happy day…

June 22nd, 2007 by gangwarily

Today is just a BLAst! eheheh…its not finish yet(i mean the day is not over yet), i know but i am genuinely happy half the day…(nyak may nalalaman pang ganun…)so i wanna conclude that i am indeed happy…ano ba yan…………………….Ok!… Moving on, it’s a typical day but me and the FPM group Minus Harang Plus Mark had a very weird lunch break minus the english conversation since we no longer have the foreigner…hala ansama ko talaga…Fine…sorry Oppa..but you know that we miss yah, ryt…NOBOdY cried over the fries lately as the rap of saebi goes…(and that is, since you’d been gone…)anyway back to my happy day story…i was able to tease saebi, not that much though since they turn the table on me…but so what, at least i still did, we are so noisy in the cafeteria that even the other group’s keep looking at us, eheheh..i can read their mind and it goes like:HUH? Sarah, Steph, and Isabel are noisy? what the…what’s going on in the world? and there comes the "God save us" expression of Martina…ehehe…and surprisingly it is Martina who is quiet today…(uhhh…you misses Oppa don’t you?!, eehhe…Saranghe Tini)whoa…and even though Mark is sick his still very much active in teasing me…for crying out loud why me?…i know…i know you guys are scared of saebi…so imma call mosh to help me out next time…niahahha…there’s a lot of bribing going on in our group so unfair…INJUSTICE!…but our funny bone has been active for 2 and a half hours…tiring…it’s so hot though, in the cafeteria…i miss mustard and the new service that they have now in our canteen have mustard yiii..another reason to be happy…even in DoMC’s and JoBI, they don’t have mustard…ehehhe…so i’m writing here in my blog…but i learn about how some people think i must say rather odd, they put meaning to things that is supposedly be seen as it is…in it’s simplest form…my gulay…yup…the misconception of the simpleminded…and why oh why am I one of them, fine. words can sometimes have many different levels of meaning and can be that complex…but let’s try to also consider the person…maybe that’s not her personality or it can be against her principles, so we definitely need to try to understand that thing maybe the way she would see it, then at that we could then understand. That’s all for my happy day…I’m going now, I’ll watch heroes…XIEXIE

No Such Thing

May 7th, 2007 by gangwarily

No
Such Thing
Artist:John Mayer

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I’d like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something’s better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there’s no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you’ve got to rise above

So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits and
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can’t find the answers
And all of our parents
They’re getting older
I wonder if they’ve wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something’s better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there’s no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above

I am invincible
I am invincible
I am invincible
As long as I’m alive

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there’s no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you’ve got to rise above

I just can’t wait ’til my 10 year reunion
I’m gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for

Me on the
song:

I know it’s not in the big picture and main
scene now, but I still love this song, when I heard it again, few days ago…it
just makes me happy…I like the meaning, the tune, even though I think John
Mayer seems real arrogant (well because he got the talent…he has that right)
but men…I do love his music…I also admire the arrangement or whatever it is
called the part when he plays his guitar…that’s just awesome

Is he the one who wrote
this song? I’m not really sure but from what I heard his the one writing most
of his songs so if that so…his a very expressive, creative and courageous
person…there’s this part that can be questioned…it raised my eyebrow at first
listening to the part when he sang I am invincible…as long as I’m alive… well
it just had too many meanings…and the first meaning that came to my mind is
that no limitation…free to do anything you want which can’t be right…specially
if it comes to conservative people…and old soul like me…but common sense tells
us that it is true because humans can really do anything they want as long as
their alive….I just hope that privilege will be use selflessly though…

My brother’s favorite song is
your body is a wonderland…his very creative in his lyrics…and very expressive,
really good…now I like his song waiting on the world to change…(also its music
video)I don’t hate Sanjaya but I kinda think he didn’t justify singing this
song on American Idol…ok I love his hair…eheheh…and him singing bathwater…I know
not all liked it, but I think I am more interested on his version of bathwater
than that of no doubt…well no doubt’s music is really good too but not the
genre I like.

The person I remember with this song is
Avon Ang don’t know why…but I remember you trying to learn the guitar chords of
this song…can you play it now? Its 3yrs ago…eheheh I miss you girl

Friday the 13th

April 13th, 2007 by gangwarily

Well…all i can say is that i am soo..happy thanks to all those people who called me and greeted me in advance…i almost cried, its been three years that i totally detached myself from you guys…no communication at all and yet, you remembered its my 18th birthday!i am soo happy…i almost cried…(yeah right…alam ko mababaw talaga ako…) but hey this is really a special day…i got great gifts too…ehehhe…ill post them in my photo album i hope everybody can see it…thanks for them…its not my birthday yet…and i’m this happy…thanks so much! I guess not all people have good luck on Friday the 13th…but Thank God there is no accident at all…though i’m not really that superstitious but it is still better to be careful and be happy on this day!…Thanks again my good friends…i hope i can see you soon…oh right sorry there is no celebration at all for some reasons and that you weren’t able to go to my house…maybe next time…haha…i hope so…

April (my Favorite Month)

April (my Favorite Month)

April 1st, 2007 by gangwarily

Why?

1st: Summer is
officially here

2^nd:
It’s my birthday this month, I usually don’t announce it, I often let others
remember it, some do, some doesn’t and its kinda dramatic, but this year, it’s
different I’m excited with my birthday, it’s nothing especial but I do want to
feel the love from all of the people I love and who loves me just the same. Oh
right it’s my eighteenth birthday but that’s not the reason why, many people
expect a lot of changes but sorry they aren’t happening in just a snap, change
is normal for everyone so expecting it on my birthday is pretty lame thing to
do. It can happen anytime, anyways, why is it really important for Filipina girls
to celebrate their 18^th birthday? Sign of being a full grown lady? (I’m
still childish ehehhe) In U.S its sixteen right? What’s the difference then? At
any rate, there is one thing I really really want though, a hair cut new style
not just my long straight hair. Ehehe small but that would mean great deal for
me. Hmm…no party either, don’t know how I would celebrate it but surely I want
to thank God I made it for 18yrs.

To the newly
Graduates Batch 2007…CONGRATUALATIONS! Especially Ate Seth! WOW! You made it!

It’s april fools day and I can’t believe that I’d
been tricked… hehe…Happy April Fool’s Day Everyone…

Love you Forever

March 11th, 2007 by gangwarily

Love You Forever

by Robert Munsch

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother’s watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"

But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.

That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son’s house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You’d better come see me because I’m very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always…

But she couldn’t finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my Mommy you’ll be.

When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living
my baby you’ll be.