filipino,

Literary: Sulyap sa Hinaharap

8/27/2015 09:00:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Aking binalikan ang ating nakaraan
Napagtanto kong ikaw at ako’y hanggang dulo.

Magmula pa noon, ikaw na ang pangarap,
Ang matagal ko nang hinahanap-hanap.

Sa aking pagsulyap, mga mata mong kumikislap
Ang nakita ko noon sa’king hinaharap.

Ikaw na nga ba ang magbibigay ng kulay sa’king buhay?
Ang magpapatunay na may pagmamahal habambuhay?

Makakasama mo ako sa hirap at ginhawa,
Gagawin ko ang lahat para ika’y mapasaya.

Hindi ko kilala ang salitang “pagsuko”
At handa akong ibigay ang buo kong puso.

Kahit na ang buhok nati’y pumuti,
Magkakasama pa rin tayong palagi.

Kahit mga ngipin mo’y hindi na kumpleto,
Sa puso ko, ikaw pa rin ay perpekto.

Kapiling mo ako hanggang sa huling paghinga.
Ito ang pakatatandaan, ikaw lang at wala nang iba.

Dumating man ang panahong masulyapang muli ang nakaraan,
Ikaw pa rin ang pilit na hahanapin upang makasama magpakailanman.

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english,

Literary (Submission): Bill Out

8/27/2015 08:55:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



I. Starters

They nibbled quietly
On polite bluffs.
The tang of loneliness
Left a bitter stain
On their lips.

II. Entreé

They cried and swallowed
Deep sighs.
Heated words,
Never uttered,
Left their tongues blistered
And burnt.

III. Dessert

They dipped
Broken promises
Into molten apologies.
The waft
Of caramel yesterdays
Made not
Their mouths water,
But their eyes
Fill with tears.

IV. Apertif

They were both so full
And empty
Of things that weighed them down both
So they sat up,
And smiled,
And called for one
Last toast.

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english,

Literary (Submission): A Master of his Craft

8/27/2015 08:51:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



He was a man of great ambition and untapped talent. Young and starry eyed, his heart was filled to the brim with sincere optimism.

Raphael was his name, and he was a writer. He was happy, and it showed. His work was filled with fantastic imagery and inherent happiness, each and every story ending with a smile. That is, until he met her.

Her name was Andrea. It was she, a woman small in stature but large of heart that had captured his attention. She was a sight to behold, so thought Raphael.

It was at precisely three forty-four in the afternoon when he first laid his eyes upon her. She had a smile on her face (as she so very often did) and as she smiled, her eyes would squint ever so slightly, partially obscuring her beautiful brown eyes. And she laughed, she flashed her opalescent white teeth, a stark and striking contrast against her dark tan and supple skin.

Raphael was captivated. He was compelled to move, his mind urging him to do something. And so, he did the only thing he knew how to do well; he wrote. He wrote of his emotions. He wrote of his descent into love.

And his adoration was not in the least bit shallow. From mere acquaintances, they, him and Andrea, became friends. They’d talk for hours on end, and he’d enjoy every minute of their conversations. He loved her dearly, though he never told her. And although they shared their secrets, he was never privy to the fact that she adored him as well.

And alas, Raphael, for all of his ability, for all of his ambition and talent, felt inadequate. So he worked.

He strived to improve, to be the best. In his mind he needed to be more worthy of Andrea’s love. And so he wrote. His work now held traces of insecurity, to which most of us can relate. His writing now noticeably darker, but still they bode well, for in spite of his morose disposition, Raphael had hope, and it showed in his work.

He mastered his craft. He gained recognition. He was awarded and gilded for his work, the majority of which instilled a carefully mixed brew of optimism and melancholy, and his writing was heartfelt and true. Truer than any romance or comedy there ever was. Finally, with his wreaths he had felt adequate. He felt like he could finally woo Andrea, so he came to her.

And as he approached, he looked upon her. Andrea seemed much happier. She appeared lithe and blooming as she greeted Raphael, and indeed she was, even as she introduced to Raphael her Fiancee.

‘Twas since then that all he had been able to write were tragedies as the residual hopefulness in his writing slowly faded away. He was still a master of his craft, garnering awards, and winning the hearts of many. Just not the heart of the one that mattered the most.

First published in the author's personal blog: http://lumulutang.tumblr.com/post/74161228224/a-master-of-his-craft

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english,

Literary (Submission): Night Whisper

8/27/2015 08:47:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



The man in the moon
Struck up an old tune
And asked me, "What do you seek?"

I said that I sought
And I looked and I fought
For a change so I'll not be a freak

He laughed at me gently
And asked me directly
"And why would that be, my child?”

“So eager you flee
From what you want to be
There's no reason at all to be riled.”

“So you seek and you sought
And you fight and you fought
For so little of value a thing?”

"Do not darken your mood
With your flaws you are good
Can't you see you're your own little king?"

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altostratus,

Literary (Submission): Pangarap

8/27/2015 08:42:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



"Anak, libre lang mangarap. Sulit-sulitin mo na. Bibihira na lang ang libre ngayon."

'Yan ang sabi sa akin ng aking ama noong bata pa ako. At siyempre, dahil isa akong masunuring anak, sinunod ko ang kaniyang payo.

Nangarap ako, at alam mo ba kung sino ang nilalaman ng pangarap ko? Simple lang.

Ikaw.

Una kitang nakita sa ilalim ng puno ng Acacia. Nakaupo, at masayang humuhuni sa tono ng "Forevermore" ng Side A na para bang walang pinoproblema sa mundo. Bahagyang inililipad ng hanging banayad mula sa silangan ang iyong itim na itim buhok. At perpektong perpekto ang tama ng sinag ng araw sa iyong mala-diyosang mukha.

Agad akong nabighani.

Hindi ko namalayang mga sampung minuto na pala akong nakatitig lang sa’yong direksyon. Tatlong jeep na rin ang dumating, naghintay, at umalis bago ako bumalik sa aking ulirat.

"Ang ganda talaga, walanghiya. Out of this world!" sabi ko sa aking sarili sabay sakay sa kasunod na jeep.

Mula noon, araw-araw na akong bumabalik sa lokasyong iyon. Umaasa akong sana kahit isang beses ay muli mong maisipang tumambay roon. Umaasa ako na sana, sa aking muling pagsilip sa lugar na kinalalagyan mo noon ay muli kong makikita ang iyong mga mala-anghel na mukha. At nang muli akong mabighani.

At maging sa aking pag-uwi, ikaw pa rin ang tumatakbo sa aking isipan. Matutulog na lang ako, aabutin pa ako ng halos isang oras sa kaiisip kung kelan kaya kita muling makikita. Nakaupo, masaya, na para bang walang dinaramdam doon sa parehong upuan kung saan una kitang nasilayan.

Pero lumipas ang mga araw. Isa, dalawa, tatlong araw akong paulit ulit na bumalik doon. At wala ka. Wala ni isang palatandaan kahit man lang ng anino mo na naparoon ka sa lugar na iyon.

"Siguro nga 'di ka na babalik," sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko, sabay naglakad palayo.

At sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, kung kailan isinuko ko na ang lahat ng pag-asa kong muli kang makita sa eksaktong lugar na iyon, kung kailan handa na akong bumalik sa normal na daloy ng aking buhay, bigla kang lumitaw. Naroon ka, pareho ang suot mo sa noong una kitang makita, isang bestidang kulay puti na hanggang tuhod ang haba. At tulad ng una kitang nakita, hinahangin pa rin ang iyong buhok.

Pero may malaking ipinagbago. Hindi tulad dati, nawalan ng kislap ang iyong dating makikinang na mga mata. Mas madalas ka nang nakayuko, hindi tulad nung una kitang makita na halos sa kabuuang oras na minamasdan kita ay nakatingala ka sa langit. Humuhuni ka pa rin, pero ngayon, sa saliw na ng kantang "Fix You" ng Coldplay. Bakas na bakas ang lungkot sa iyong mukha, na para bang may pinapasan kang napakalaking problema.

Sa mga pagkakataong iyon, hindi ko alam ang mararamdaman ko. Matutuwa ba akong muli kitang nakita? O malulungkot dahil nakikita kong nalulungkot ka?

Lalapitan ba kita? Ayaw na ayaw ko kasing nakakakita ng mga babaeng malungkot. Pero nagdadalawang isip ako. Kasi baka hindi mo lang din ako pansinin lalo pa't hindi mo naman ako kilala. Baka i-report mo pa ako sa pulis. At isa pa, parating na rin yung jeep na kanina ko pa hinihintay.

Nag-isip ako, at nag-isip, at nag isip.

At nakarating ako sa isang desisyon. Lalapitan kita. At kakausapin.

At susubukan kong pawiin kahit papaano ang bakas ng kalungkutan na aking nakikita sa iyong pagmumukha.

Naglakad ako, ngunit parang sa bawat hakbang na aking ginagawa ay bumibigat ang aking mga paa. Lumalakas ang tibok ng aking puso habang umiikli ang distansiya natin sa isa't isa. Damang-dama ko ang mga butil ng pawis na tumatagaktak sa aking mukha.

Natigilan ako pagkatapos ng ilang hakbang. Isang lalaking hindi ko kilala ang bigla na lamang sumulpot mula sa kawalan. Tinitigan mo siya. Niyakap ka niya, hinagkan.

At bigla kayong tumayo at umalis. Patungo sa isang lugar. Sa isang lugar na hindi ko alam.

Sa isang lugar na alam kong hindi na kita muling masisilayan.

Nanlamig ako. Wala akong magawa. Hindi ako makagalaw. Hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko habang nakikita kong tinatangay ka niya patungo sa isang lugar na malamang ay kayong dalawa lang ang nakakaalam.

Kung sabagay, wala rin naman talaga akong magagawa. Ni hindi mo nga ako kilala. Ni hindi mo nga alam na nag-eexist ako. Ni hindi mo nga alam na halos araw-araw akong dumadaan doon simula ng makita kita kahit hindi naman talaga iyon ang daan ko pauwi.

At dahil hindi ako naglakas-loob na kausapin ka, wala akong karapatang magdamdam.

Siguro nga hanggang pangarap lang talaga kita.

At tulad ng sabi nila, hindi lahat ng pangarap, natutupad.

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Literary (Submission): One Last Time

8/27/2015 08:37:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



There is one thing I regret to this day
It still causes my heart to be blue
And still makes my days gray—
I should’ve said goodbye to you.

Did I become too tired
Of all the other goodbyes I gave?
But how much time is required
To send you a parting wave?

Maybe I was frightened
Because we haven’t talked in a while
Or because this signals the end
Of something worth an extra mile.

Still, although farewells make me sad,
I’m sure it would’ve been perfectly fine
To put an end to the memories we’ve had
And say goodbye one last time.

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Agam-agam

8/27/2015 08:34:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Kahit kailan
Hindi naging sukatan
Ang dami ng luhang iniiyak
O ang bilang ng paglagapak.

Ang katapangan
Ng isang taong ang nais lang sa buhay
Makarating sa malayo
Baybayin ang mundo sa kabilang ibayo.

Para saan pa ang ibinuwis at inialay
Na dugo at pawis
Kung wala rin namang patutunguhan
Itong planong inaasam?

Bakit pa kailangan
Magsakripisyo at maghirap?
Kung sa dulo ay hindi rin naman matutupad
Ang mga panaginip na inaasam-asam at pinapangarap.

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english,

Literary (Submission): This Side, That Side

8/27/2015 08:29:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



This side says sad endings make life more interesting, but that side says nobody deserves such an awful ending.

“Hi,” you say.

I fold a small portion of the upper corner of a page of my book, and look up to the direction of the sound of your voice. “Hi.”

You smile (and it’s still beautiful).

I smile.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I whisper while I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and stare at your feet. “I didn’t think you’d ever, but I was hoping you’d come around.”

You take a few more steps towards the table I am presently occupying, and stop only when you’re directly behind the empty chair across mine. “You knew it was me?” you ask, not even bothering to hide the teasing tone in your voice.

“This is embarrassing; especially since it’s been—what—almost a year since I last heard from or saw you?” I answer as I fiddle with the pages of the book I’m currently reading. “But, I still do remember the sound of your footsteps.”

“I haven’t changed much, I guess.”

“A little.”

“Did you—do you—mind that I made—make—you wait long?” you run a hand through your hair. I almost reach out to do the same because how I’ve missed the feeling, but I stop myself, and grab my cup of hot chocolate instead.

“To be honest, yes,” I answer, and I hear you sigh.

“Are you okay?”

“Honestly?” I ask back, and you nod. “No, not really.”

“Do you want to talk about us?”

I give you my reasons. “So, uhm, yes.”

You let a few moments pass— thinking and understanding, I guess. “Do you, uhm,” your voice is quiet – the kind you use when you’re afraid and unsure of what’s to come. “Uhm, want to try again?”

“No,” I breathe out—too quickly—but now is not the time for me to care. “No, no, no,” I repeat while shaking my head in hopes you’d clearly get my message.

“So, is this it? This is the end?” I can sense you’re nervous, and I don’t know whether it makes me want to cry or smile.

“Yes, yeah,” I open my book, and start reading because I can’t make myself look at you in the eyes. “To everything you and I—we—were before this moment.”

Your footsteps are never heavy, but I can hear them despite the endless buzz of our favorite coffee shop.

“Goodbye?” I hear you ask, with your hushed voice.

“Goodbye,” I call out with certainty, slightly raising my cup of hot chocolate.

(Read from bottom to top this time.)

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daisy,

Literary (Submission): Hurt

8/27/2015 08:24:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



It’s like drowning,
Struggling to keep the water out of my lungs,
When I try catching up with you
Knowing you’ll never slow down for me like you used to.

It’s almost like falling freely
Into a bottomless and dark abyss
When it sinks in that you’ve left; there’s no one waiting,
No one around to keep me from collapsing.

It’s like failing miserably
In a test I expected and studied for
When I know that someone else makes you happy; I can’t do the same
Whatever move I make, I’ll always lose the game.

It’s like slowly self-destructing
Watching my entire world crumble into pieces
To see you the two of you stare at each other lovingly.
There are three pairs of eyes
And unfortunately, none are on me.

It feels like drowning
and falling,
failing,
and feeling crushed all at once

That it’s me you’ll never see.
But I know when to let go, the rope’s already burning me.
Your smile is, will always be beautiful that it makes me sad
Because it tells me you’re the best thing I never had.

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eleanor,

Literary (Submission): 19911

8/27/2015 08:19:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Naaalala mo pa kaya,
Kung paano tayo nagsimula?
Ang mga simpleng ngiti at kuwentuhan,
Bigla na lang napunta sa usapang paano mo ako nagustuhan.

Natatandaan mo pa kaya ang una nating sayaw?
Sinabi mo sa’king hindi ka bibitaw,
Sinagot kita ng aking mga awit,
Kapalit ng mga salitang hindi ko masabi.

Wala nang natitira,
Kundi mga liham at alaala,
At mga natatagong larawan,
Na nagpapaalalang minsang lahat ay naging perpekto.

Kahit isang beses sa isang taon,
Ang araw na iyon ba'y pilit mo nang ibinaon?
O kahit ngayong tapos na
Mga alaala’y binabalikan mo pa ba?

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Dula-dulaan

8/27/2015 08:12:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



PLAY
Unang beses kitang nakita sa isang entablado sa kwarto ng ating kolehiyo, nag-eensayo, umaarte. Ni hindi ko nga nagawang magkaroon ng “second look” nang makita ka. Pero nasabi ko ng mga oras na ‘yun, “ay infairness, cute siya.” Hanggang sa nakita kita sa mas malaking entablado, mas malaking produksyon, isang dula. Magaling kang umarte, ang ganda ng boses, ng tindig, ah basta! Bagay ka sa gitna ng entablado. Maging sa likod ng mga aninong pinagagalaw at binibigyan mo ng buhay. Ang sarap balik-balikan ng mga panahong sinisilayan kita. Hindi ko rin naman maiwasan na alalahanin ang unang beses na binalik mo ang iyong tingin sa akin, pinakaunang beses kang ipinakilala sa akin, unang beses na magkita tayo, nang tayong dalawa lang. At heto tayo ngayon, magkasama uli. Nasa harap kita, nagkukwento ng mga naranasan mo sa kamakailan mong biyahe. Nandito ka sa harap ko ngayon, kasama kita sa oras na ito pero hindi mo lang alam kung saang lupalop na ng kaligayahan mo ako nadala.

PAUSE
Nakangiti ka habang nakatingin sa akin. ‘Yang maliliit mong mata, para bang halos wala ka nang makita dahil hindi lang labi mo ang nakangiti sa akin, kundi maging ang iyong mga mata. Wala naman akong hawak na remote pero tumigil ang mundo ko. Tumigil ang lahat ng nasa paligid: si ate na nag-jo-jogging sa acad oval, ‘yung Katipunan jeep na dumaan, maging mga lamok, napatigil sa pagpipiyesta ng pagkagat sa mga binti at braso ko. Pati ata puso ko muntik nang makalimutang tumibok. Nang may biglang kumalabit ditto at sinabing, “psst, ingatan mo ang puso mo ha. ‘Wag mong kalimutan na gamitin pa rin ako.”

REWIND
Pamilyar ako sa karamihan sa mga daan dito. Siguro kasi matagal na rin naman ako rito at maka-ilang beses ko na ring tinahak ang daang tinutukoy ko. Pero nag-iba ang rutang ito nang ikaw na ang kasabay kong naglalakad sa kalsadang ito. Walang jeep, sasakyan, joggers. Hindi katulad ng madalas kong makita kapag dumadaan sa kalyeng ito. Sa gabing ito, ikaw lang at ako ang laman ng kalsada. Komportableng nakakapaglakad sa gitna ng kalye, tinatahak ang parehong daan, uuwi na sa kanya-kanyang tahanan. Pero hindi pa rin natatapos ang mga kwentuhan, tawanan at kulitan. Nang dapat na magpaalamanan, gusto ko na lang hatakin pabalik ang oras, bumalik sa lugar kung saan tayo nag-umpisang maglakad. Para mabalikan lahat ng tawanan at kuwentuhan. Pero naisip ko, dadaanan ko pa rin naman ang kalyeng ito kinabukasan. Hindi man kita kasama bukas, alam kong nagmarka sa daang ito ang mga alaala ng gabing ito.

RECORD
Masarap pakinggan nang paulit-ulit ang boses mo. Ilang beses ko na rin sinabi sa’yo yan. Maka-ilang beses ko na ring nakilala ang boses mo kahit hindi ako nakatingin. Kahit pa nga ata nakapikit, alam kong boses mo yun. Mapapalingon na lang ako kung saan nanggaling ang mababang tono ng boses na narinig ko at ayun, walang palya, laging ganoon, nandun ka nga. Sa labas ng lugar na humubog sa pagkatao at mga ambisyon mo, sa pasilyo ng paaralan, sa tambayan ninyo at sa tuwing sinasabi mo ang mga sponsor ng palabas ninyo. Pero sa mga oras na ‘yun, hindi lamang boses mo ang gusto kong ulit-ulitin. Gustong gusto kong maramdaman ulit ang mala-kuryenteng naramdaman nang saktong oras na ibinalik mo ang higpit ng hawak mo sa kamay ko. “Wag kang masyado sa gilid, baka mahulog ka, usog ka na lang dito” nang bigla mong ikinawing ang mga daliri mo sa kamay ko at sabihing “ayos lang, malayo pa naman.” Sana nga malayo pa, malayo pang mahulog ang loob ko sa’yo nang tuluyan.

STOP
Ang problema lang naman kasi talaga para kang palitaw na lulubog lilitaw. Para kang kabute na bigla-bigla na lang susulpot. Hindi na nga tayo madalas magkita ngayon dahil hindi naman nagtutugma ang mga libreng oras natin. Pero hindi ko rin naman kasi maintindihan, ano ba talagang meron sa atin? Mayroon ba talagang “tayo” o guni-guni ko lang ang lahat ng ito? Baka isang malaking entablado ang mundo mo at pareho tayong gumaganap lang sa mga karakter na hindi totoo. Baka naman din isang mahabang nobela lang pala ang sinusulat ko sa isip ko at tayong dalawa ang karakter na nilikha ko sa sarili kong mundo. Gusto ko na lang sabihin sa’yong “tigil.” Tama na, itigil mo na yang panlilito mo. Itigil mo na pabago-bagong pakikitungo mo sa akin. Tama na. Pwede bang bigyang buhay natin ang mga karakter?

FAST FORWARD
March 2014 nang unang beses kitang nakausap. Sa text. Pero ibang klaseng ligaya ang naramdaman ko noong mga panahong ‘yun. Abot hanggang langit. Tinanim ko sa mga kalamnan, buto, pati puso at utak ko ang lahat ng pag-uusap natin mula ng araw na ‘yun. Isang taon ang lumipas, ang dami na nating napag-usapan, makailang beses na rin tayong nagkita at nagkasama. Ang dami na rin nating napag-kwentuhan tungkol sa buhay, pagiging estudyante, mga ambisyon, pangarap. Maging mga prinsipyo sa buhay napag-usapan na natin. Pero sa tuwing magkausap tayo, lagi akong may panibong natutuklasan tungkol sa’yo, may kakaiba. Ayokong pangunahan ang mga pwedeng mangyari. Pabago-bago man ang pakikitungo mo sa akin, kung sakaling kathang-isip lang naman pala talaga ang lahat, ayokong pangunahan. Natatakot akong pangunahan. Mas mabuti sigurong pagtuunan na lang ng pansin ang ngayon. Tutal alam kong masaya naman ang kalagayan ng puso at isip ko. Kuntento naman ako sa kung anong meron ang “tayo.” Tingnan na lang natin ang mangyayari. Abangan na lang natin ang susunod na kabanata.

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Banat Pa More

8/27/2015 08:07:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Kung pwede lang kitang tawaging isang multo,
Hindi dahil sa patay na patay ka sa akin.
Kundi dahil sa pagpaparamdam mong wala sa oras;
Susulpot lang kapag natipuhan, magpapakita lang kapag natripan.
Ngunit kapag nagsawa’y maglalaho sa parang.

Kung pwede lang kitang ihalintulad sa bangin,
Hindi sa dahilang nahulog na kasi ako sa’yo.
Kundi dahil sa misteryong bumabalot sa’yong pagkatao,
Na malalaman ko lang kung hahayaan kong ako’y tuluyang magkagusto.
Hindi na, mas mahal ko naman ang sarili ko.

Kung pwede lang kitang pangalanang isang lindol,
Not because “you rock my world.”
Kundi dahil pakiramdam ko’y isa kang delubyo,
Na kung hindi ako mag-iingat, ako’y masasaktan sa dulo.
Marahil ang mas tamang sagot ay, “you ruin my world.”

Kung pwede ka lang maging isang bloke ng yelo
Hindi dahil sa crush kita ah!
Kundi dahil ramdam na ramdam ko ang panlalamig mo,
Na kung tatanungin ako kung gusto ko ba ng taong-nyebe,
Sagot ko ay “Ayoko! Hindi ako manhid katulad mo.”

Nais ko lang nama’y ikaw ang aking maging Martes,
Dahil ako ang Lunes at ikaw ang kinabukasan ko.
Nais ko lang nama’y ikaw ang maging corny kong biro,
Para masabi ko sa kanilang “Last ko na ‘to!”

Pero kung ika’y isang multo, bangin, lindol, o yelo,
Tigil-tigilan mo ako, ayaw ko sa tulad mo.

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english,

Literary (Submission): The Sweet Kind of Pain

8/27/2015 08:02:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



The feeling kills.

When you miss someone who lives in a different country, someone whose phone has a foreign area code, whose town is on a different time zone, whose city’s weather you check every morning when you wake up, and someone who unexpectedly staggered into your life, the missing and all that jazz can be utterly detrimental. It forces itself under your skin, crawls through your veins and plays wicked games as it buries itself unto your heart.

You busy yourself to forget the longing. You try not to think about it – about him. You try not to ponder about how his heart beats as you rest your head on his chest, about how his face lights up when he talks about comics and superheroes, about how his voice gets all manly, low, and protective when you’re around other guys, about how he comfortably sings in the car even when he completely admits he’s not that good of a singer. You try not to think about the way he opens up to you his whole self, about how he reaches for your hand when he knows you feel uneasy in large crowds, about the first dinner you had with his family and you were all anxious but he assured you that everything will be okay, about the conversations, the hugs, the laughs, and the tears, and about the happiness he made you feel.

You try to forget all of it, but only for the mean time. You do all sorts of things. You pig out. You read. You argue with people whom you really don’t want to argue with. You tell jokes that are oftentimes way too hilarious and sarcastic for this world. You laugh even though you don’t feel like it. You busy yourself to avoid remembering. You busy yourself to avoid hurting.

You’re already going fine until one cold morning, as you were cleaning your desk, you found a Man of Steel movie ticket – your first movie together – tucked between one of your journal pages. And just like that, memories jumped you like muggers in the darkness. The missing invaded your mind faster than a jackrabbit in front of a prairie fire. You’re held captive. Your eyes started to warm as you closed your journal. Tears ran down your cheeks and you uttered profanities at the daybook for reminding you of the achingly poignant longing you were trying so terribly to forget. It made you wish he were there to argue about where the two of you should eat when all you can say is ‘anywhere is fine.’ It made you wish he were close enough to hold. But he wasn’t.

When you miss someone who lives in a different country, you fall asleep imagining lying down together as you hold your pillows close. You try your best to decrypt the pitch and pauses of his voice because you can’t always see his eyes when you talk. You learn how to be patient. You want him, more than anything.

Most of all, you remember he’s worth it. He’s worth the excruciating pain, the warmest tears, and the whole lot of waiting.

The feeling kills.

But it’s worth it.

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Kung Malalaman mo… Sana...

8/27/2015 07:57:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Kung alam mo lang sana
Mahirap na makisama
Kung alam mong hindi ka na masaya
Bakit ipipilit pa?

Kung alam mo lang sana
Nakakapagod maging manhid
Sa mga bagay na nakasakit
Na tila hindi maisambit

Kung alam mo lang sana
Ako'y napagod na
Katatanong sa sarili ng
"Bat malungkot ka?"

Kung alam mo lang sana
Sarili ko'y inaayos pa
Sana'y maintindihan mo
Ako'y nahihirapan talaga

Kung alam mo lang sana
Paglayo muna ang aking kasagutan
Panahon lang ang kailangan
Dahil paghilom ng puso'y hindi madali naman

Kung alam mo lang sana
Plano kong ayusin pa
Ang ating pagsasamahan
Ngunit, saka na. Pag ako'y 'Okay na'

Kung alam mo lang sana
Tulang ito'y para sayo talaga
Wag kang tanga.
Patawad na.

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Pag-uwi

8/27/2015 07:52:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Ganiyan kasi tayo - kung kailan mawawala o kung kailan wala na, tsaka lang natin maaappreciate ang mga bagay. Kung kailan wala nang magagawa, tsaka tayo sisigaw ng "Teka lang, kailangan ko siya." Kung kailan huli na ang lahat...

Nakita ko siya - masayang naglalakad at may kasama ng iba. Kung paano niyang tignan sa mga mata iyong kasama niya, sa ganoong paraan din niya ako tinitignan sa tuwing magkasama kami noon. Kitang-kita mo kung gaano kapuro at katotoo ang nararamdaman niya. Pagmamahal. Iyon 'yung tipo na mararamdam mo na ikaw lang at gagawin niya ang lahat para sa iyo. Iyon 'yung pati mata niya, ngumingiti... Kaso ngayon, hindi na ako iyong dahilan ng tingin niyang iyon... Iba na.

Sa kung anong hindi ko mawaring dahilan, sinundan ko sila. Pumasok sila sa isang kainan... sa paborito kong kainan. Sumunod ako at umupo sa medyo may kalayuan. Sinabayan ko ang pagkain nila ng paminsang-minsang pagsulyap. Nakita ko kung gaano niya kagiliw na pinapakain ang kasama - sabay punas pa sa pisngi nito. Nagtatawanan at nagkukuwentuhan.

Sa mga oras na iyon, iniisip ko na sana ako pa rin ang kasama niya.

Sana ako pa rin ang rin ang iniintindi niya.

Sana bumalik na siya... Sana umuwi na ulit siya sa amin.

Sana bumalik na ulit ang nanay ko sa amin.

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bertram matabang,

Literary (Submission): Araw, Gabi

8/27/2015 07:47:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



“Bakit hindi kailanman mahahabol ng buwan ang araw?”

Wow. Deep, Pilosopikal, Scientific. Paminsan hugot sa tweet ng kabataan ngayon.

Ngunit bakit nga ba? Hindi ko rin alam, at tinatamad akong halungkatin ang internet at lalo na ang libro namin sa agham. Lumabas ako, nagmuni-muni, tinitigan ang buwan. Aba, para akong nakaharap sa salamin: maputi at mabilog ang mukha, puro butas ang makikita. Nakalulungkot siyang tignan, napakatahimik at malamlam, parang puno ng lumbay ‘pagkat napalilibutan ng mga bituing kailan ma’y hindi siya malapitan. Masaya kaya ang buwan? Siguro, dahil lagi naman niyang kalaro ang araw.

Ang araw, ang araw… Naiisip ko na rin ang araw. Napakaliwanag, napakasaya… Hindi ko siya matitigan nang matagal, pero anong saya ang nararamdaman ko kapag nariyan na siya. Nakasisigla ang pagdating niya, at ang lahat ay buong galak siyang tinatanggap. Kaya siguro siya lagi ang hinahabol ng buwan. Kahit isang sulyap lang, kahit isang silip lang ng paglubog ng araw sa karagatan, kahit isang haplos lang sa mapulang himpapawid na iniiwanan ng kanyang kalarong si araw.

Ngunit, kahit kailan kaya’y napagod din ang buwan? Araw-gabi niyang sinusubukang mahabol ang araw. Hindi ba nasasayang ang oras niya para sa wala? Sa bagay, paano mo nga naman malalamang nagsasayang ka lang ng oras kung umaasa kang may makakamit ka pagkatapos ng lahat. Sana’y kahit minsan tinulungan siya ng araw. Sana’y hindi na niya ito pahirapan.

May naisip ako at napakalaking ngiti ang umukit sa aking mukha.

Nakita ako ng kapatid ko at sabay birong tumigil na raw ako sa paghithit ng droga.

Bumalik ako sa kwarto at sinagutan ang tanong ng aking guro.

“Bakit hindi kailanman mahahabol ng buwan ang araw?”

“Hindi maaaring sabihing ang buwan lamang ang humahabol sa araw, o ang araw lamang ang humahabol sa buwan. Marahil kapwa nila hinahabol ang isa’t isa. Ninanais na sa isang saglit ay magkita ang mga landas nila. Marahil may mga bagay na sadyang hindi para sa isa’t isa na magkita at magsama.Sapagkat sa kasamaang palad, pareho silang pinagkaitan na magkatagpo pa.

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english,

Literary (Submission): The Definition of Love

8/27/2015 07:42:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



I thought I understood what love meant

Love was the long walks when you would take my hand
Love was romantic dinners with endless conversations
Love was the way you always looked at me

But love was also the day you decided
to make your own definition

It was no longer a phone call away
or go-to buddy for lunch

I forgot about love
thinking it would never creep back

But slowly, love started
to crawl back into my life

Love is realizing the beauty of walking alone
Love is space you give yourself to grow
Love is not needing your arms

because I know I have my own

I never really bother to read Merriam-Webster
but I think I finally understand
the meaning of love

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english,

Literary (Submission): Save Me

8/27/2015 07:36:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



You bared your soul to me. Showed me that you were nowhere near perfect. I knew you were not but it's a different feeling to be confronted with the actual facts. It dug at me, it still digs at me...

What have I gotten myself into?

Sometimes I wish that I had never met you, or hope that we had never been close. It would have been better... better for me that you remained untainted and perfect. Your secrets weigh me down so much. I don't know what else to do. So I keep this facade of being unperturbed. I know you'd back away if you knew how hard it hits me.

But it's too late for me to stop... I can't back away.

I tell people that I liked you. That’s the lie I tell everyone, even myself. The truth is that I still like you and it burns me.

I like how your name rhymes with Oreo. I don't really like them but I know you do so I pretend that I do because I lie for you.

Sheesh. See. I'm in too deep. Someone, anyone…

Please, save me.

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english,

Literary (Submission): Half-past Midnight

8/27/2015 07:32:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Somehow I always end up here:
12:30 am, wide awake
Sad, bitter, and lonely

I'm exhausted,
But my heart won’t let me rest

My thoughts,
Filled with bad poetry
and pathetic ramblings

My sadness is not beautiful,
My loneliness is not a tragedy,

I am not the only one who feels this way
and yet here I am lying on my back,
staring at the ceiling and wondering,

Where are the others who share my grief?
And when will I ever be at peace?

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english,

Literary (Submission): Beautiful (Mess)

8/27/2015 07:26:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



I am mostly valued for my aesthetic purposes. I am used in garish art projects, shimmering eye shadows, and even festive decorations. I can bring life and sparkle to anyone’s day. Just by looking at me, even the most passive person gets a little bit of twinkle in the eye. This may be because my glistening aura can easily attract stares.

My natural attention-grabbing abilities are a huge help in making me visible and known to the people I see and socialize with. But, as such, I am only known for the trivial things. People only notice my shimmer that it blinds them. It hinders them from seeing how imperfect I am. How I have flaws. How I mess up. How I feel like salt to flesh. And, how, when I get touched, I get too attached. I tend to stick to people too much because I find it difficult to let go.

But despite my imperfections and weaknesses, I still seem flawless. When I mess up, I manage to look strikingly beautiful. Throw me aimlessly on any canvas and it will look like art. Sprinkle me recklessly on a table topped with red cups, finger food, and alcohol, and the image would look picturesque. My imperfect beauty brings out the beauty in others.

So maybe my flaws are noticed after all. Maybe people have already seen through me. But I pull off everything coolly that they no longer see the fine line between my strong and weak points; that they find beauty in everything I do. And my beauty does not compete; it completes and complements.

Essentially, there is no mess. But it would be better if I get cleaned up and wiped off after a spill.

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Blanko

8/27/2015 07:21:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Nagsimula ang lahat nang ika’y muling nakita.
Iba ang aking naramdaman, mundo ko’y nabigla.
Alam kong damdaming ito’y ikaw lang ang sanhi,
Lumipas man ang panahon, alam kong ikaw pa rin.

Ngunit nang magtagpo ang ating mga mata,
Ang aking nakita’y isang pagtataka.
Doon ko nalamang isa na lang akong alaala-
Kinalimuta’t naglaho na.

Kung sa aking isipan ay malinaw pa rin ang lahat,
Ano pang halaga, kung sa’yong isip ako’y wala na?
Isang malaking puwang na pilit mong inaalala,
Hinahanap ang sagot sa aking mga mata.

Tatanggapin na lang na ako’y nalimutan na.
Tatanggapin na lang na iba ang ngayon sa nakaraan.
Tatanggapin na lang na hindi na maibabalik pa.
Tatanggapin na lang na “tayo” ay wala na.

Nagtapos ang lahat nang ika’y muling nakita.
Iba ang aking naramdaman, mundo ko’y nabigla.
Dahil ito ang unang beses na wala akong naalala.
Tungkol sa ating dalawa, isipan ko ay blanko na.

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english,

Literary (Submission): What Was

8/27/2015 07:15:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



You were once the poem I wanted to write
Now I can’t write a word at all

You were once the picture I wanted to draw
Now I can’t pick up my pencil anymore

You were once the story of my life
Now I don’t know what the next chapter holds

You were once the song I can’t stop singing
Now it seems I’ve lost my voice

You were once the sunrise I wanted to capture
Now I’m stuck in a neverending sunset

You were once the truth I held onto
Now I have to believe a lie to move on

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buster,

Literary (Submission): Noise

8/27/2015 07:08:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



I study
I review
I stop

I unlock
I tap
I scroll
I tweet
I google
I download
I poke
I chat
I watch
I listen
I upload
I like
I comment
I share
I read
I reblog
I retweet
I favorite
I text
I stop

I realize
I procrastinated
I regret

I unlock
I post
I repeat

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aninag,

Literary: Aninag

8/27/2015 07:03:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Sa gitna ng pighati ang tulad ko’y naghahanap
Ng munting liwanag na siyang pinapangarap.
Sa kaunting ilaw akin nang maaapuhap,
Maaaninag kahit katiting na paglingap.

Himala kang ituring sa oras ng kadiliman.
Biyaya para sa lahat ng walang maaasahan,
Ang iyong kislap ay tanda ng aming paggising
Na ipagpatuloy ang lahat ng pangarap at hiling.

Pag-asa ang iyong handog sa bawat tao.
Kapag napagod, nasaktan o kung gusto nang maglaho,
Aninag, ikaw ang nagsisilbing munting liwanag
Sa mundo na puno ng galit at lungkot.

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MCAnniversary,

Celebrate with us!

8/26/2015 08:00:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments


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MCAnniversary,

Through the years...

8/21/2015 08:27:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments


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english,

UPIS students participate in Google Web Rangers Program

8/21/2015 08:20:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Five students of UPIS Batch 2018 have been chosen to be part of the first batch of Philippine Web Rangers.

The Web Rangers Program is an initiative of Google in cooperation with the National Youth Commission and DM9JaymeSyfu. The program aims to make the internet a safer environment for teenagers.

Grade 10 students Sam Agaran, Gian Garcia, Janella Francisco, Caitlin Norona, and Trisa de Ocampo were five of the 61 chosen participants from a pool of around 600 teenagers between the ages of 14 and 21 who registered for the program.

Five Grade 10 students represent UPIS in the Web Rangers Program workshop on July 18, 2015.
(c) Janella Francisco


A workshop was held at Top Shelf in Bonifacio Global City, Taguig last July 18, 2015. There were several guest speakers who shared their knowledge on the internet, digital skills, and advertising. The growing issue of cyber bullying was tackled as well.

After the workshop, the participants were divided into 13 groups of four to five members. Each group was tasked to create an original and creative campaign against cyber bullying.

The awarding rites took place yesterday, August 20 at Kidzville, Podium Mall, Ortigas. / Trisa de Ocampo

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buwan ng wika,

Buwan ng Wika at Kasaysayan, sinimulan na

8/21/2015 08:07:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Ginanap nong ika-18 ng Agosto, 2015 ang pagbubukas ng Buwan ng Wika sa UPIS na may temang Wikang Filipino: Danas at Paglikha sa Diwa ng Bansa.

Sa pambungad na pananalita ni Dr. Ronaldo M. San Jose muli niyang pinaalalahanan ang mga mag-aaral na gamitin at pahalagahan ang wikang Filipino bilang pambansang wika.

Bilang bahagi rin ng pambungad na programa, inilahad ng mga tagapayo ng Sangguniang Pangwika (Sanggu) at Kilusang Araling Pangwika (KAP) ang mga patimpalak at gawain na taunang inaabangan ng mga mag-aaral. Ilan sa mga patimpalak ay ang Rampa, Tagis Talino, Interpretatibong Sayaw, at Sayawit.

Natapos ang programa sa pamamagitan ng pag-aalay ng bulaklak sa tatlong haligi ng wikang Filipino na sina Manuel L. Quezon, Francisco Balagtas, at Dr. Jose P. Rizal.

Ang selebrasyong ito ay pinangungunahan ng Sannggu, KAP, at ng Future Homemakers Club (FHC) sa ilalim ng pamamatnubay ng Depto. ng Filipino, Araling Panlipunan, at Sining Praktika. Ito na ang ikaapat na taon ng pagsasama-sama ng tatlong departamento para sa taunang programang ito. / Hillary Fajutagana, Carlos Laderas

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academic building,

7-12 canteen at permanenteng power supply, natapos na

8/21/2015 08:00:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Nitong buwan ng Agosto, magkasabay na natapos ang pagpapa-renovate ng Grade 7-12 canteen at ang paglalagay ng permanenteng power supply sa 7-12 Building ng UPIS.

Sa tulong ng Administration Office, pormal na binuksan sa mga mag-aaral ang Grade 7-12 canteen nitong Agosto 13. Inabot rin ng halos dalawang taon ang pagpapaayos ng nabanggit na pasilidad sapagkat kailangan din nitong dumaan sa proseso ng bidding na sinusunod sa buong UP system.

Ang 7-12 Canteen ay matatagpuan sa Narra Wing ng Academic Building.
(c) Enzo Bautista


Sa kasalukayan, ang kooperatiba na binubuo ng mga guro at staff ang siyang namamahala sa canteen sa ilalim ng pamamatnubay ng Departamento ng Sining Praktika na pinangungunahan ni Prof. Nancy Flor.

Sa tulong naman ng Office of the Campus Architect (OCA), nalagyan na rin ng permanenteng power supply ang 7-12 building mula sa Meralco. Ngayong may maayos at permanenteng supply na ng kuryente ang gusali, hindi na magkakaroon ng “power tripping” bunsod ng kakulangan ng wattage. Hindi na rin kinakailangan pa ng rationing o pagsasalitan sa paggamit ng kuryente sa mga gusali.

Sa pagtatapos ng paggawa ng canteen at paglalagay ng power supply, hihintayin namang maisaayos ang Gym, Auditorium, at ilang silid sa ikaapat na palapag ng Academic Building. / Enzo Bautista, Chesca Santiago

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crisostomo ibarra,

Literary (Submission): Nandito Para Sa'yo

8/12/2015 08:56:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Nagsimula ang lahat sa simpleng tuksuhan;
Sa kalokohan ng ating mga kaibigan.
Mga panunukso nila sa atin,
Na noong una’y di ko pinapansin.

Di nagtagal mas lalo kitang nakilala
Sa tawa mong tila musika, at ngiti mong kay ganda,
Sa lahat ng aking mga nakasama,
Sa’yo ko nadama ang tunay na ligaya.

Tila mga pang-aasar ay naging totoo,
Pagtingin ko sayo’y biglang nagbago.
Nang kagandahan mo’y nasilayan ko,
Tuluyan na nga akong nahulog sa’yo.

Sa bawat pag-uusap natin,
Ako’y bitin na bitin.
Ang dapat sasabihin ay di ko maamin
Hindi masabi ang aking lihim na pagtingin.

Aaminin kong ako’y torpe
Pag nandiyan ka ako’y walang masabi,
Hanggang pagkakaibigan na nga lang ba?
O sa akin ay di malabong magkagusto ka?

Ito ang bumabagabag sa isip ko.
Pag ikaw ba’y aking inibig, ako ba’y iibigin mo rin?
Hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko,
Itutuloy ko ba o ako’y lalayo?

Kahit ano pa man ang sa ati’y mangyari,
Ako’y nandito lamang parati.
Kahit ako ma’y tanggihan mo
Mananatili pa rin akong tapat sa iyo.

Sa lahat ng sinabi kong ito,
Sana nama’y makita at maramdaman mo
Di ko man masabi sa iyo ng deretso,
Andito lang ako, nagmamahal sa’yo.

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english,

Literary (Submission): First and Last

8/12/2015 08:50:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



You said it first
That you'll never leave

Even when we go through the worst
And I was dumb to believe

That you would stay
Even when I tell you
To walk away.

That you would know
I don't want you to go.

Because how could someone
Give up that easily?

Was the spark gone?
Is that why you decided to leave me?

Did I do something wrong?
Or was I not that strong...

But let me tell you

That you promised first
And it went so fast

Now I'll be the one
And I'll make this the last.

I promise I won't believe anyone
The way I believed you

And I won't make room in my heart
For someone who
I know,
Would just leave in the end.

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literary,

Literary (Submission): Take Two

8/12/2015 08:44:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



I remember the first time you said ‘hi’
And how it hurt when you said ‘goodbye’
How I smiled whenever I heard your name
And how I wished our feelings would be the same

I recall the moment I began it all
And how I left even when I knew I was starting to fall
How I'd wonder if my name ever earned a spot
In your heart that's always worth the long shot

I thought there would be no hope for me
Because being the one you’d love, I thought I’d never be
But here we are now, remembering a memory
Could this still be reality?

For you, there will always be hope even if you can’t see
Because you’re the one, who else would it be?
You tied the broken strings inside of me
And I just want to let you know, it was never a fantasy

I don’t know what to feel
It’s like everything happening is so surreal
Because it’s no longer a ‘once upon a time’
It became a dream come true of mine

Nothing’s ever unreal, it is just unknown that
More things are wrought by love than this world dreams of alone
Even crystal rain falls from the unlit sky
So dreams can come true with the blink of an eye

I never thought I’d be in this reality
The moon has blessed me with sweet serendipity

Even when this galaxy of ours drifts into a black hole
You'll still have this irreplaceable footprint etched onto my soul

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english,

Literary (Submission): Love's Adventure

8/12/2015 08:38:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



From the lands of broken hearts,
Pieces assembled from fallen parts,
I arose from this terrain—
The hope of love has been attained.

Then I saw you and the moment I gazed upon you
Happiness of heart, again, I knew.
As time passed it grew and grew
And feelings of joy, sadness, confusion brewed.

So another adventure did I take,
Albeit much more careful for my journey’s sake
For the heart is extremely terrified to make
Another hilarious unconscious mistake.

Soon another tale will be told—
I aim to unravel what the future holds.
Whatever the outcome is,
I hope to get the prize worth more than time and gold.

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carrot 2015,

Literary (Submission): Pansamantala

8/12/2015 08:34:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Nagulat na lang ako isang araw-
Bigla tayong nagkatinginan
At kumabog ang dibdib ko
Hala! Ano ba ‘to?
Ngunit, wala man lang pansinan
O kaya naman ay mga usapan
Kala ko pa naman
Eto na yung tinatawag nilang
‘Tadhana’

Nagulat na lang ako isang araw-
May kasama kang iba
Nag-init ang dugo ko
Ang sakit!
Bawat ngiti mo sa kanya
Luha ang tumutulo sa aking mga mata
Oo na, kayo na
Kayo na ang perpekto para sa isa’t-isa

Nagulat na lang ako isang araw-
Lumapit ka sa akin
Aba! Sino ka?
Di ba may iba ka na?
Ano ang meron sa iyo?
Ang kaunting usapan, ang saglit na titigan
Dumami…
Nagtagal…

Nagulat na lang ako isang araw-
“Tayo” na!
Ang saya-saya!
Para akong nasa langit! Paraiso kumbaga!
Eto na nga ang “tadhana” na sinasabi nila
Habang buhay na sana tayong dalawa!

Nagulat na lang ako isang araw
Umuwi akong luhaan
Nakita ko yung cellphone mo
At yung pag-uusap niyo
“Mahal pa rin kita”, sabi mo sa kanya
Eh ako? Paano na ako?
Nakakagalit!
Rebound lang pala ako.

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Manhid sa Pag-ibig

8/12/2015 08:30:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Bingi ka
Dahil hindi mo man lang ako naririnig
Maging ang tibok ng aking puso para sa’yo
Hindi mo man lang narinig ang nararamdaman ko
Na ang tanging isinisigaw ay ikaw.

Bulag ka
Dahil hindi mo man lamang makita ang aking mga mata
Maging ang aking pagluha
Hindi mo rin nakita ang kalungkutan sa aking mukha
Maging ang aking pananamblay dahil sa sakit nararamdaman

Pilay ka
Dahil sa tagal ng panahong hinahabol kita
Hanggang sa ako’y panghinaan na
Hindi mo man lang ako sinundan
Inalalayan o kahit tanungin at kumustahin man lang

Pipe ka
Dahil hindi mo kayang sabihin
Ang tunay mong nararamdaman para sa akin
Kung di mo ko mahal kaya ko naman
Sabihin mo lamang ang dahilan

Pero aaminin ko
Hindi lang ikaw ang may ganyang kalagayan
Dahil iyan din naman ay akin ding pinagdadaanan.

Oo, bingi ako
Dahil hindi ko narinig ang sinabi mo
Na hindi mo naman talaga ako gusto

Oo, bulag ako
Nabulag ako sa pag-ibig ko sa’yo
Kaya hindi ko nakitang nahihirapan ka rin pala

Oo, pilay ako
Sa tagal kong humabol sa’yo
Walang pahinga’tn nagpatuloy ako sa pagtakbo

Oo, pipe ako
Dahil hindi ko kayang sabihin sa’yo
Na pagod na ako’t hindi ko na yata kakayanin ito

Parehas tayong manhid
Pero higit ka kaysa sa akin
Dahil kahit papaano,
Alam ko na mahal kita.
Alam ko ring hindi totoo ang iyong nadama.

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english,

Literary (Submission): Weather I Wanted It Or Not

8/12/2015 08:24:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Like the weather man said in the news,
“There will be a huge storm; we must find refuge.
This one's strong - something you have never felt before,
Just pray for your safety and prepare some more."

I heard the strong rain against the window pane,
I glanced outside—the cars occupied only one lane.
I think I'm ready for this upcoming weather,
I'm going to be fine as long as I have shelter.

This weather reminds me a lot about you,
How you came into my life and started anew,
Or how you told me to be strong in every occasion,
Or how you left me with this difficult decision—

"I came into your life to give us that 'spark',
But whatever I do, you push “us” apart.
I'm trying to be the savior of your broken heart,
But what do you want me to do with our useless piece of art?"

As the rain kept pouring,
I realized something—
You're not different from this weather;
You are, like it, an unexpected disaster.

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english,

Literary (Submission): Caught in your Trap

8/12/2015 08:21:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Days have passed,
We haven't talked still.
Oh, it was a blast
When you replied at last.

I spent all night
Waiting for what's next.
Falling asleep as I wait,
I woke up and realized that I took the bait.

Now my mind can't rest,
My heart, confused
I don't know how to escape
This mess I made.

I don't know why I'm writing this,
It seems that I can't get out of it.
Now, I think I've fallen deeper,
Ah, I'm in trouble, why am I such a dreamer?

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filipino,

Literary (Submission): Para Kay

8/12/2015 08:17:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



May gusto akong sabihin
Pero hindi alam ang unang sasambitin
Hindi alam kung ito ba ang tamang gawin
Hindi alam kung magtatapat itong damdamin
Sana’y mga kasaguta’y kayang tanggapin

Nakita mo ba?
Tinging parang ikaw lang ang nakikita?
Ngiting umaabot hangang tainga.
At mga matang kumikislap
Sa tuwing ikaw ang nakakausap

Napapansin mo ba?
Mga salitang parang naiipit ang dila
Mga pagkilos na tila balisa,
At para bang nahihiya
Kapag ikaw na ang kasama?

Naririnig mo ba?
Ang pag-ulit ng iyong pangalan,
Sa bawat kuwentong ikaw lang ang tanging laman?
Ang lakas nang pagtawa.
Sa tuwing ikaw ang kakwentuhan?

Gusto mo din ba siya?
Ikaw ba’y napapasaya niya,
Tulad ng pagpapasaya mo sa kanya?
Kaniyang mundong umiikot lamang sa’yo
Nararamdaman mo ba’y kapareho ng mga ito?

Ngayon, aaminin ko pa ba?
Kung mas masaya siya,
Kapag ikaw ang kasama
Kung ikaw ang mas gusto niya?
Pero, para saan pa?
Ako’y kaibigan nga lang pala

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crow,

Literary (Submission): Line Postulate

8/12/2015 08:12:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Two points, non-collinear, that is what we are
Yet I always look at you and wish to every star
For the line that connects you and him
To turn and just connect us instead

Does a point stand a chance against an infinite line?
To change the rules, I must not just wait for a sign
Instead I must act and clad myself with courage
And with that thing called fear, I should lessen my dosage

As I gathered all the strength I have in me
I jumped away from my line and set myself free
Little did I know that I was veering away from you
Away from everything, away from me

I was lost and suddenly I could see nothing
Only then did I realize I was hurting
Slowly I was disappearing, what was I thinking?
I am now just a speck of dust falling

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barsiti,

Literary (Submission): Sorry

8/12/2015 08:08:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Sorry for not knowing that you didn’t like me so much
Sorry for not caring, not even asking if this is too much
Sorry for being too emotional most of the time
All I ever wanted was for you to be mine

I thought you liked possessive girls like me.
But I was wrong and you said I was annoying
Sorry for not being aware that you’ve had enough
Sorry for being the only one crazy in love

But all I can do is say sorry, right?
And think about how much you mean to me, day and night
Please understand me because I don’t want to lose you
I’m who I am and that’s what I do

I want to spend every moment with you
But we barely see each other and it’s making me blue
But it’s not right to tell you what to do
Because I know you have your own priorities too

So I'm sorry for leaving wounds I cannot mend
Sorry for everything, I certainly hope this is not the end
Maybe in the future we’ll learn from our mistakes
And somehow try again.

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drama queen,

Literary (Submission): Paalam

8/12/2015 08:04:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Mahirap kapag nabago ang nakasanayan
Ngunit mas mahirap kapag ipinagpilitan.
Na tayong dalawa ang magkakatuluyan
Dahil alam ko namang malabo nang mangyari 'yan.

Akala ko ba walang iwanan?
Akala ko ba forever ay ating papatunayan?
Ngunit, napako ang mga pangakong binitawan
Iniwan mo na lang ang puso kong sugatan.

Sabi mo, “Hindi ako kagaya ng ibang lalaki.”
Ako naman itong umasa ng sobrang dali.
Hanggang ngayon di ko pa rin maintindihan
Hanggang ngayon ako'y naguguluhan.

Ako-ako ba ang may kasalanan?
May nagawa ba akong kamalian?
Sabihin mo sa akin ang dahilan
Wag mag-aalala, akin namang mauunawaan.

Sana ganun nga lang kadaling makalimutan
Lahat ng ating mga pinagdaanan.
Mahirap tanggapin parte ka na lamang ng nakaraan
Paalam na sapagkat kailangan na kitang bitawan.

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english,

Literary (Submission): Hanging

8/12/2015 07:59:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



Our friendship started how friendships usually start these days—through the internet.

You messaged me with a simple question about school and, as a good student, I answered back as best as I can. After that, we said our goodbyes. I felt nothing about you at that time. To me, you were just another student in the sea of faces at school.

I thought we were never going to speak to each other again so I never gave you another glance. But then, you befriended me. You chatted with me constantly. We spoke about a lot of things other than school. I got to know you for the person you are deep inside. I used to think you were this egotistical, big-headed guy but through chatting frequently and texting until midnight, I learned you were more than that.

I used to lie to my parents that I was sleeping but actually I was talking to you. You made me laugh. You made me want to hit my head against the wall. You made me want to jump higher than the moon, higher than the furthest star in the furthest galaxy. You made me feel emotions that I never felt before. Perhaps I can call this infatuation and for a time, I was happy with this setup.

But, of course, when it comes to these sorts of things, someone was bound to get hurt. In our case, it was me.

We were fine one night and then you just stopped talking to me. You never sent me a message or chatted with me anymore. I felt like someone who was left on the side of the road. You acted like I don’t even exist. At school, you don’t look at me or even acknowledge my presence. I did not know what to do. I don’t know if I should text you first or give you the space I thought you needed.

I guess it’s safe to say that my infatuation was a little deeper than the first time I realized I liked you. But I understand. Maybe to you I was just a girl who longed for your attention; just a girl who thought that she was someone special. Maybe I was. Maybe I still am.

But the way you treated me, the way you conversed with me and especially the way you made me feel, I swear with all my heart, it was different. Clearly, however, it was only I who felt that way.

Now, after so many months, here I am.

I am still hung up on you.

I still wish things would go back to the way they used to be.

I still like you the way I did before.

Even though, I know you already like somebody else.

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english,

Literary (Submission): Unless

8/12/2015 07:54:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



My stomach’s aching
My mind’s losing it
Should I ignore this feeling?
Or should I fancy it?

“Unless it’s real, I won't let it show.”

When she passes by, I say hello
I smile at her; she smiles at me,
But behind my smile she must never know
The pain of preventing this feeling from being set free.

“Unless she's worth it, I won't let her know.”

One time, a romantic song was played for us
Not once did our eyes meet
For now, the mind is the only thing I can trust
It says to accept defeat

“Unless you say otherwise, I won't let it grow.”

Little by little I discreetly avoided her
Looked left and right, below and above
Until I realized what I felt and where I was—
I was avoiding the person I love

“Unless you put a stop to it, I will let it flow.”

I think it’s time
The sun, moon, and stars are in position
All I need is her to join my climb
And that's going to be her decision

"Unless you tell me to, I won’t let you go.”

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capulet,

Literary (Submission): Just One More Thing

8/12/2015 07:49:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments



A mute man could say more in one day
Than I ever could to make you stay.
Now I am left
With a bleak emptiness,
Watching you amble away.

There's no point in trying to reach
A person who's ready to leave.
So I have to let go
Even when I know
That you're leaving with some part of me.

I'm sorry that I wasn't enough
To convince you to fight for our love.
I know you tried
But you've made up your mind.
It would be cruel to not give you up.

This goodbye does not have to hurt
Because we've nothing to lose nor earn.
Our time wasn't right,
Out of sparks to ignite,
And a love too vague to discern.

I don't blame you for choosing to leave
Because I can't force what should not be.
I'm grateful that you
Did everything you could do
To at least try to be happy, for me.

I wish in the end I could have said
Just one more thing before you left—
The one thing that proves
That my feelings were true
The one thing that now, I can't tell you—

I love you.

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effort,

Literary (Submission): Effort

8/12/2015 07:45:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments


Nagsimula tayo ilang taon na ang nakakaraan
Noong hilig pa natin ang paghahabulan
Noong panahon na kumpleto pa ang oras ng ating pagtulog
Hindi ko inaasahang sa’yo ako mahuhulog.

Dumating ang panahon na naging tayo
Gusto kitang makasama bawat oras
Bawat minuto hindi ka mawala sa isipan ko
Pati mga kilos mo’y sinusubaybayan ko

Ano nga bang nangyari sa atin?
Tila ako ay nabitin
Sa kaunting oras na pinagsasamahan natin
At naluha ng tuluyang mawala ka sa akin.

Napaisip ako at nasabing mahal pa kita
Kaya ako’y nagsumikap na ika’y muling makuha
Pero sa tingin mo hindi tayo para sa isa’t-isa
At nasabi mong “mas mabuting tayo’y magkaibigan lang muna.”

Nanindigan ako sa aking sarili
Lagi pa ring ikaw ang aking nasa sa isip
Sa nagawang desisyon sana ako’y di nagkamali
Para sa huli, ako’y walang pagsisisi

Ibibigay sa’yo kahit ang aking huling barya
At kahit bag mo’y lagi kong karga
Gagawin ko lahat makita ka lang na masaya
Dahil isang ngiti mo lang, ako’y okay na

Pagsasakripisyo ko’y marami na rin
Kahit ang mga ito’y hindi mo masyadong napapansin
Alam ko ring may bago nang dumating
Pero umaasa ako’t pinapangarap ka pa rin

Sa tuwing nakikita kayong magkasama
Hindi ko maintindihan ang nadarama
Ipipikit ko na lamang ang aking mga mata
Iniisip na ako’y iiyak na lang ba?

Sa tingin mo ba’y wala akong nararamdaman
Sa tuwing sa likod ko, kayo’y masayang nagtatawanan
Tuluyan mo na nga ba akong nakalimutan
At lahat ng paghihirap ko’y nasayang lamang

Natapos ang gabi na hindi na kita nakita
At ako’y tuluyang nakalimutan na yata
Tumigil na ako’t pinabayaan na lamang
‘Pagkat ako’y nagising na sa katotohanan

Heto ako nagpapaalam
Dahil ayoko nang makipagbiruan
Napansin mo ba na hindi ako bato?
Nasasaktan din ako parang karaniwang tao.

Ginawa ko na ang lahat
Pero bakit sa mata mo’y hindi pa ito sapat?
Minahal kita ng walang patid,
Turing mo pala saki’y isa lamang kapatid.

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