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Friday, April 26, 2013

Art #1



The past month, I’ve been doing articles rather than stories. Yes, articles; the one thing that I was afraid of doing but kept on pursuing. It’s not that I really love doing it; I just love learning, especially when it comes to writing.
Since I’m already good in writing stories poems and other literary stuffs, I’ve decided that I should learn a new thing. A thing that might bring me excessive joy or somewhat destroy me. They say that articles are just informative sentences that have subheads and other stuffs; but when I started doing it, it was something else.
The first article I made was the “Tambayan” article; it was a collaboration. My partner was a really good article writer. I couldn’t complain. Though some of my good critics said that it wasn’t very good; but it wasn’t bad either. I have the potential in writing articles, really good ones. I became optimistic about the idea of me writing articles rather than writing literary stuffs… or maybe got a little over optimistic about it.
This past two weeks, I’ve been assigned to do another article; it was another collaboration. I really did my best in my part; though I was really struggling as hell. I don’t know what to do. Well, I’m new to this; but I wanted to act like I’m a veteran writer of this section. But I guess courage and self-determination is not enough. I need to have article writing skills which I don’t really have.
I love writing. Writing has given opportunities and achievements. Not to mention the amazing people I met: Editors, Co-writers and friends; especially two of them namely Clariele and MJ. Those two ladies really stood by me in the darkness which lures me every time I feel discouraged.
If I am really the person who’ll do everything to learn, then I’ll do my best in the remaining time of the vacation. I need to improve. I need to prove to them I can. I need to learn. For the better and for the people who cares.

Stay delightful, ruler!

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Last Night

I started looking at your pictures, our pictures together to be exact. It's only a few but it tells so much. I looked away from it and started thinking if will I or can I make her happy? Make her forget all of her troubles and handle life easily? Would I able to do that?
I looked at our picture together in a bus then I started recalling it again. I was on the back seat. She was a little sick that time so it got me worried. By that time I was asking her if she can handle it. She said she can, with a smile. She was always so lovely and seemingly strong to smile. 
I looked at our last picture together, that time I was in a bad hangover situation; so, shit face for me. It made me look down and up day dreaming again. It would be a great feeling if I have her resting on my shoulder, holding my hand as I kiss her sweet dreams as she close her eyes for a nap. It would be awesome. 
I closed the folder containing all our pictures together, upon doing it, my player played "Something" by the Beatles; it made me realize one thing,
"I love her."
-ESBR

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Bring Him Home


             “…bring him peace, bring him joy… he is young… he is only a boy…” those words by Jean Valjean seemed to affect me so much ever since I finished watching that Broadway Musical in London. After the show, I rushed into the back stage congratulating my son for making me proud.
             I’m Michael Wilkinson, and it’s been twenty years since I came back from New York. I went away to escape the things I was afraid to take responsibility on in London. It was just the hardest days in my life that I couldn’t get a hold of myself. I wasn’t the best person I knew. I’d always run away from my problems and would expect them to resolve themselves. I wasn’t very proud of the way I acted.
            Twenty years ago, I had a big fight with my wife. It’s a typical fight of most couples that they would start to doubt their marriage; but we keep having “The Talk” for almost every day. I couldn’t take this kind of chaos. So I moved out. I started living a few miles away from my family in London; leaving my six-year-old son and wife alone. Three months later, I got a job in New York as an accountant. Without any formal goodbye, I went there to take the job, only leaving a short letter to my family informing them that I’ll work abroad; it’s like disappearing in the thin air like air itself. I can only imagine their pain when I left without their sweet goodbye; never knowing when or how to come back.
            It came a time that the company I work in had to go back to London. I didn’t go back to the family I left; but stayed in an apartment that I will soon call home. We were given a month break to rest before we go back working again. So I toured myself in downtown London as I see the sign of the Broadway Musical, Les Miserables. I looked immediately at the cast of the musical. Hoping that my son’s name is there; because I remember how he would dream like he’s John Owen Jones. I found no William Wilkinson in the cast on our local Broadway Theatre. I saw a little note beside the cast that there will be another performance in the Royal Albert Hall. I was so excited that I rushed myself, anxious to see the London Broadway cast, but by the time I got there, they wouldn’t tell who acted whom. So I just decided to buy the nearest seat to stage.
            “I’m old; he wouldn’t recognize me even a tiny bit. It’s been twenty years.” a thought while I prepare myself to go to the hall. I arrived there an hour before the show start. Sitting there, just waiting, and just hoping that I will see my son after years of running away.
                                                                                    It finally started…
            It gave me a weird feeling when I heard the voice of Valjean as he sings “Bring Him Home.” I just felt warm water drops in my face; seemingly like the morning dew falling from the leaves of trees. It was the strangest feeling I had in years.
                        “God on high, hear my prayer. In my need, you have always been there..”
More tears…                                                               “…bring him home…”
                                                                        I stand for an ovation, an ovation for my son…
I finished watching that Broadway Musical in London. After the show, I rushed into the back stage congratulating my son for making me proud. I went there standing in front of him staring at him as he celebrate his dream come true. I didn’t come any closer… I just left a note saying that I’ve always been proud of him and left the hall, disappearing once again from his life…
                                                …running away from pain once more…

Wasting Time


            I’m Henry Williams and I have this really cool friend of mine. I treat this girl as a little sister. Her name is Anna Rolmes by the way, and she’s that sweet person anyone could ever have; so innocent, so adorable yet so adventurous about love. Yes, love, that’s always been her problem; she always falls to the wrong person and it’s up to me to catch her… I wish that she just remain in my arms…
It’s already summer season here and school just ended and it’s been a while since I last saw her. It’s maybe a week or so, but I haven’t heard of her ever since.  I tried to call her, text her, I even called her friends, but none. It took me time to realize that she didn’t want to comfortably talk to someone because she’s terribly worried about her grades. I couldn’t do anything but wait.
It’s been complicated since I made her pursue her feelings for the friend of mine who recently told me that she likes Anna since ever. So I cleared everything out just to make them mingle. Though it hurts me, it’s really for the best. Anna deserves happiness in her life and I don’t want her to leave for another painful adventure. I just want the adventure come to her and will stay with her till her forever. I want her to be the happiest woman alive. That’s all I wanted her to be.
A month has passed and instead of seeing her happy, all I can see is her being sad and being disappointed… worsening her pain. I feel so bad about myself because I couldn’t do anything to make her happy or feel less pain. And to think that I was the one who made them want to mingle gives me the most terrible feelings.
                                    “…if only the person I love feel the love that I give him…” hearing that from her friend, makes me regret that I shouldn’t have made them mingle. I shouldn’t have told her that my he likes her, I shouldn’t have let her give away her heart without someone receiving it.
                                    “…if only you could realize how I love you...”
                                                                                                What a feeling…
I gave up the girl I love for someone I thought would make a difference in her life. I trusted him with the heart that I don’t want to be shattered… but why didn’t I did something? I knew that she was going to break her heart again, why didn’t I did something to make her avoid another broken heart fresh from restoration? I shouldn’t have played the game in the first place. If only I knew that it was going to happen. I should have hugged her when she needed one; I should have told her the sweet words she was asking for I should have told her that I love her…
Now the only regret I have has to love her when I can show her that I do. It’s like having a broken right hand. You’re doing things the good way, but it can never be as right as what it should be. I wanted her to be happy; I sacrificed my feelings for her happiness. I did everything I could to make her adventure of love so romantic and satisfying. I think I over did it.
And as the pavements shine like silver, I wandered in the summer snow like the old Henry I am. Hiding the true feelings I felt for her; loving her on my own. Now, I’m happy that she’s strong enough to smile.
That’s why I love Anna so much.

Monday, January 14, 2013

A Revolution: Democracy (Essay)




History – it doesn’t only define one nation’s growth, but also the lives of the people. People make history; therefore the people are the ones responsible for the nation’s growth. Since immaturity doesn’t pick a constant age, we have become democrats – democrats of our own selfish “Wants and Needs”. Why use the word “selfish”? Simply because it is within our humanity; each and every one of us has selfishness within us. It’s either makes us wise, or glutton in greed; and sooner or later, these two things will make us happy or obsessed.

Each nation has its own government to worry about, whether or not it is bad to your country. Take Communism for example; ask a random citizen what he thinks about communism and he will tell you bunch of negativity about the idea; but people don’t realized that Communism is a perfect government for some nations. I know what you’re thinking; communism is pure evil because of the number of deaths it caused. Well it isn’t communism’s fault. It was the leader who led the country. It is always their fault. What if I told you that the Allied killed more people than the Red Army and the Soviet Union combined? Well it happens to every form of government; to Anarchism to Monarchy. It is always the people, most likely the leader, which causes one nation to collapse. Same goes with democracy.

How do we understand democracy anyways? According to Britannica, democracy allows eligible citizens to participate equally—either directly or through elected representatives—in the proposal, development, and creation of laws. It encompasses social, economic and cultural conditions that enable the free and equal practice of political self-determination. Basically, it’s about a community or a nation participating with each other and enjoying the liberty that they have earned. Freedom is served for the people who deserved to be free and responsible. Yet we tend to view this country as a playground for hypocrites; a battle ground of governance and religion; a nest of emptiness from the truth. So does the majority of the people in this country are worthy of democracy?

February 1986 – the day when democracy came to the Philippines; it was a day of glory, a day to celebrate the freedom of our country. Finally, the power is in the hands of the people. Did it really give us real democracy, a real republican government, or just a country that was lifted not by practicality, but our own democratic emotions? Are we still the number one country in Southeast Asia? Then why do we depend on imports of the goods we used to export? What happen to our currency? What happen to the proper use of liberty?

To think that the one they called “hero” or “saint” will bring down the economy of the country must have been a downer. To realize that the people’s cry for what they call democracy had transform into a cry for economic rise like what this country was before. It was the dictator who led the country into a much bigger era where each and every one of us enjoys the prosperity and wealth; but they rather chose their despicable wants they call freedom and liberty.

People Power II – they say it was a mistake having to execute this protest against the president who was able to run in the 2010 elections. Why would they execute a kind of protest when they can just wait for another election and not re-elect him anymore? And the worst part of this, the president that they placed under the position is the president that they wanted to resign with the use of the same protest. However, it is unsuccessful; the former president still had her position.

Revolution, it’s always been that way. Filipinos, since the Philippines became one, was all about revolution. We threw fought against the Spaniards with revolution; we fought the Americans and the Japanese through revolution, we threw away Marcos with revolution; ever since the island of the Philippines became one, we did nothing but revolution. This teaches us that we must not only rely on our historic revolutions from the past, but we also must adjust to the modern world where new marvels wander around and can be achieve without reckless revolutions.

History – it what makes people inspired to live a patriotic life. It is what makes us feel the urge to do something for the country. It is the reason, how the stupidity of the past can be the stupidity of the present or the future.

-Emric Salven B. Rejano

Revelations



The silent revolution has come to its depth

A time where unity wasn’t the answer

Where our foundations collapse

A time where patriots came

And soar the skies.

-ESBR

Les Patriotes



Cry for the skies, cry for the sea

Blood spilled soil, for youth’s plea

Face your fears, face your death

For the nation’s grief is dead

-ESBR