Panatang Makabayan

I was on my way to work earlier when I've mistakenly moved my radio button to 99.5 RT. I never get to listen to them by mornings since Chico and Delamar of RX 93.1 fills my airwaves most of the time. I thought I'd be hearing music but to my surprise it was Panatang Makabayan. It occured to me what a way to instill Filipino values to our youth. Them, radio jocks are the most influential people over the frequencies and even on the internet, why not, even just once a day, play the Oath of Allegiance. A small awareness but would benefit all Filipino, young or old, student or professionals alike, regardless of religion. The oath marks our identity. 


Embrace it. Fulfill it.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oath_of_Allegiance_(Philippines)


Current version


Iniibig ko ang Pilipinas,
aking lupang sinilangan,
tahanan ng aking lahi;
kinukupkop ako at tinutulungang
maging malakas, masipag, at marangal.
Dahil mahal ko ang Pilipinas,
diringgin ko ang payo ng aking mga magulang,
susundin ko ang tuntunin ng paaralan,
tutuparin ko ang tungkulin ng mamamayang makabayan;
naglilingkod, nag-aaral, at nagdarasal
nang buong katapatan.
Iaalay ko ang aking buhay, pangarap, pagsisikap
sa bansang Pilipinas


Translation of the original English version


Iniibig ko ang Pilipinas
Ito ang aking lupang sinilangan
Ito ang tahanan ng aking lahi
Ako'y kanyang kinukupkop at tinutulungan
Upang maging malakas, maligaya at kapakipakinabang
Bilang ganti, diringgin ko ang payo ng aking mga magulang
Susundin ko ang mga tuntunin ng aking paaralan
Tutuparin ko ang mga tungkulin ng isang mamamayang makabayan at masunurin sa batas
Paglilingkuran ko ang aking bayan nang walang pag-iimbot at ng buong katapatan
Sisikapin kong maging isang tunay na Pilipino sa isip, sa salita, at sa gawa

caught in the middle

I abso-fuckin'-lutely don't know where to stand. BFFs fighting on my left, BF rumble on my right, see what I mean? That I did not incur on my own, believe me it's their doing and I should turn my back and not care nonetheless but I DO. Endless? I know! You should see the halftime that I've been to. Very remarkable! So really am caught in the middle to meddle.


CASE 1: BFF
One falsified, the other got fibbed! Both have points and am on the edge of sanity! It will be overrated if I flank with one and cause a gulf war if I get my boots to the other. Getting particular would mean getting hurt. No one wants to stoop down from their lofts. Ingesting my dilemma so far? Aargh! Me no likey one bit of it! I wish they could just patch things up and get done with it. I mean what is a 10-ish years of boy watching and hunting, almost-to-fart laughs, incessant gossip, late night partying, diva-off Saturdays, puke-drenched moments and the failures as well as the triumphs just despoiled to thin air.We've been there and done all of them! Even shared a toy or two(wink*wink)! Boys would still be on top of the list but we don't fight over them. RULE #1. NEVER FIGHT OVER BOYS. Constantly reminded they will be boys and will be boys on that matter.


So pitiful to see that to waste. A bond like that ain't easy to distinct. I guess in time. Forgive and forget don't apply to us no more. We're past beyond that but hopefully everything will turn out right. They say all good things comes to an end, sanguinely not. It took years and most of the lifetimes that we had just to flush it to atrophy. I won't take sides though, park at your own risk, I will lend a hand and drop a tear if need be but never complicate things out. They call me a SAFE-shifter but a compliment for me. Trouble and intrigue is already my middle name and am not  topping it off with another one.


CASE 2: BF
The typical type. I mean the usual. TOP checks someone out, BOTTOM goes beserk. I told you, it's the vernacular: INVIDIOUS. I am not against relationship nor I am bitter that I don't have any. Being alone does not translate to being lonely it's how you make of it that matters and that's the pulchritude of life. I get mine once in awhile and YES not every leap year thank you very much. So the story goes. Me as a medium of peace, tried but was never quite succesful, there was the walk out, the yelling, the pushing, the pointing fingers and all that jazz. Name it, done. Damn these damsels when on a catfight, read:HEADACHE! As in! Take note this happened in the middle of a busy street, a highway, beat that! Even suicide was the name game. OMG! That was definitely not my theatrical debut.


Good thing everyone settled in, pride's bruised and ego's marred. Logic won. Armistice reigned. Still one thing I have learned from these lovebirds, pride and prejudice really won't attain anything. 
Sorry can.


CASE CLOSED. AM OUT.

I am SORRY.

I tried drowning my thoughts with music. It goes away but as soon as the music stops and the beat goes down, notions ripples in. I can't shush myself nor quiescent it out. See how hard this situation held me in the world? A very distracting and altercating position is I may say so.


I even vexed booze and wine. It eluded and deadened me but that just lasted over a night. And then the next, it's still there, tormenting me with the very deed, being played back over and over again. I don't want to obsess anymore, I wann be free and rid all this incredulity. 


As when the fire toned down and the concupiscence decamps away, I can't help but think the wads I hurt and the pecks torn apart. I can't bear in mind the havoc am gonna create and holoc am stirring through. My validity as a human being - selfless and helpful and giving and understanding, tarnished and crashed into details.


Did I even tried to stop? Did I enthrall and muster a voice to defy? How can I slip through my strict conscience? Do I like him in a sensual way that it created a faux pas to my consciousness? And would he even return a slightest bit of a kindle?


All I can remember are remnants. Blur. Sickening blur. I am so bothered I don't know what am gonna do and think. From the looks of it, it went by as the minutes passed by and the hours ambled. It was never tackled nor discussed even set nub to it. I am no cynic but at this point in time I became a misanthropist. Maybe am just creating a ghost that axioms my entirety.


One thing galls me.
I denied a friend.
Will be hurting a friend.
Most of all effectuate pain to a friend.


I am SORRY.

kaput

I never want it to happen.
Is that a test of faith? The will to fight?
Close to my heart, you are my family and became my kin.
Pure lust perhaps? Carnal urge? Or just a need? 
I fought real hard but the battlecry wasn't mine to wail.
Was my voice not suffice? Or got mimed because of desire?
It's shattering, heart wrenching and mind boggling.
Why of all people it was me? Of all places, there?



I can't look into your eyes no more without the questions I want filled.
I can't agree to you face to face anymore.
I can't compete with you without catechize surfacing.
I can't inveigle nor palaver to you.
I can't laugh to those crazy antics you caper.






I am not destroying a friendship that's built to last.
Isn't the bond enough? Does happiness not matter anymore?
People around us will get hurt.
Can we elude the fact of ruining a china? 
I will shut up and drive.
Can you tolerate? What about your love?
Then try to forget but never forgive.
Or have you forgotten? 


Trust. Kaput

Love. Kaput 

the Bar Silver

laid back flat on the floor. then passed out.
I woke. he was holding my hand. and am out.
head spinning. got up. sat down. then out again.
opened my eyes. him clasping my hand. till passing out.


I blinked. my lips were in his. then passed out.
sensation swathing me. him on top caressing. and am out.
endearments. here and there. lips-locked. then out again.
passionate buss. fiery kiss. hands all over. till passing out.


I was on my knees. stroking his emblem. then out again.
fondled his. it slowly hardened. and am out.
mine sated his mouth. moaning. then out again.
his filled my orifice. pleasures all over. till passing out.


he groped. I moaned. lust filling the air. then out again.
I suckled. he soughed. pruriency followed. and am out.
my lips hungered for his. savored him. then out again.
impressed him all over. esthesis burning. till passing out.


blur.
tears rolled down.
conscience thundering.
questions unanswered.

I am beautiful - are you?

I am beautiful no matter what they say 
Words can't bring me down 
I am beautiful in every single way 
Yes, words can't bring me down 
So don't you bring me down today 




May you be fat or thin, scribbled or smooth, fair or copper-skinned, tall or small. It doesn't matter. The world will still revolve around the sun 365 days and 12 months in a year. GOD loved you for who you are and will always be. Love that body. Love that face. Love that physique. It's a gift. 


Some are gifted but they tone it, spend money over it and even cry. Discipline. That's the key. Achieving a certain goal needs trials, difficulties and agitation for you to savor the bitter-sweet triumph. It may be as hell as it is but the repercussion is beyond imagination.


Nobody said things are gonna be easy. Aguilera is right, words will be there, people will try to butcher you down and they will be relentless yet if you know where you stand, you don't have to bother.

YOU

I have never thought "YOU" would be such a STRONG word against any living thing. Politically soft if you'll ask me but if used on a template without any further basis, ain't legal for that matter. On what conclusion was it decided from? Personal? I doubt that!


I am bursting with anger right now! In flames! I know its petty but to rephrase a template would be a much proper ordeal rather than repeating it over and over again. DOESN'T MAKE SENSE at all!


We ain't given a head just for it to sit right over your shoulders, it was rightfully placed there for your usage and demeanor! I want to shout but it ain't gonna resolve conflicts, believe me it won't! But am not gonna sit there and relax. This will serve as a clangor to my defiance and voice to air what suffocates me!


NGA MAMIRISTI!