Proud to be.. NoyPi

Nang dahil napanood ko ang proklamasyon ng ating bagong Pangulong NoyNoy Aquino, nais kong sumulat sa ating sariling wikang Pilipino. Nais ko ring ipagmalaki na siya ang binoto ko noong nakaraan eleksyon.

Naalala ko pa noong ako ay nasa elementarya pa lamang, mas mataas ang grado ko sa Ingles kesa sa Pilipino. Kaya't unawain nyo sana kung may mga pagkakamali ako sa gramatikong Pilipino. Nais ko sanang ungkatin sa aking memorya ang mga natutunan ko noong mga panahong iyong di ako nakikinig sa aking guro. Datapwat, (ano ba meaning nun?) lilihis ako ng topiko dahil nais kong ipagsigawan na Pinoy ako, at marunong ako mag-Ingles. Nagpapasalamat ako sa ating mga ninuno at tunuruan tayo ng Ingles na lingwahe, at ito ay isinali sa dapat pag-aralan ng isang mag-aaral simula unang baitang.
Nasasabi ko ito ngayon dahil ako ay nasa banyagang lupain kung saan hindi Ingles ang pangunahin lingwahe. Inlges ang pangkahalatang lingwahe ng buong mundo, at nakakapag-usap tayo sa kahit sinong banyaga kung marunong din sya ng Ingles. Kayhirap makipag-usap sa mga banyagang di marunong ng Ingles. Senyas na lang. At halos di pa magkaintindihan. Dito tayo panalo, dahil marunong tayo kahit simpleng Inlges, at kahit nga mga Pinoy na di nakatapak ng unang baitang ay marunong ng simpleng Ingles. Mabuhay tayong mga Pinoy!

POEM - impromptu

i love him..

i love him
i will always do..
it will never change
it is always true..



i love him
no words can describe
how much, until when
i love him with pride..


i love him
til my hair turns gray
til my teeth falls out
til i turn into clay..

A diving mishap I wil never forget..

September 2, 2007... How could I ever forget this day... it was a Sunday, the 2nd diving day for the Dive Fest at Tinoto... it was just an ordinary diving day... doing the usual stuffs, preparing for the dive... at the sandbar... Idove there before and experienced the strong current that won't even let us surface and get to the boat...but i was able to get back to the shore.. But that day was different... well, i knew it after the day has ended. The current brought us down to a 100 feet and deeper... the last time i saw my depth gauge, i was on 120 feet... and the other 9 divers were a few feet deeper than where i was.. My Dad and brother were one of the divers too. I won't dive there without my dad. I feel safe knowing that I am diving with him... i keep a watch on him coz he had several seizure episodes already. Hmmmm... at that particular depth, I was struggling... my mind was telling me that something was wrong.. A few minutes before, I was happily looking at the school of Jacks that went pass us, and I was taking pictures of my co-divers. Then after a few minutes, my mind was telling me to get my knife and bang my tank to call attention... I could hardly breathe even if my regulator or oxygen supply wasok...my dad went near me, i did not know how to hand signal that i had a problem.. He quickly brought me up, it was an emergency ascent from 120 feet to the surface... while my dad was holding me tight rushing me up to the surface, my mind was slowly getting black...as if the curtains were closing in a theatre...my mind was slowly closing, getting dim...but i thought of Tonn-tonn, that i don't wanna leave him. I said to myself, "Lord, help me please....yoko pa mamatay.." The next thing I could remember was that my mind was telling me to breathe, just breathe, and breathe. As if the Lord was instructing me what to do to hold on... when my Dad and I reached the surface, the only thing I could remember was I was breathing hard with a wheezing sound, I can hear my dad's voice in a panic, calling out the boat.. When we reached the boat, I was quite ok...Sir Ton Ramos was telling me to continue breathing thru theregulator. I can hardly open my eyes... i felt cold in my hands and feet, as if blood could not pass through my veins anymore...but i wasok...i was alive...Thank God I was alive...and still am right now.. Lying at the boat, in my father's arms I was silently crying... thinking of what just happened underwater and why I am still alive, breathing... i thanked God He helped me get out of the water... I thanked God I could still talk to Tonn-tonn...and tell him i love him so much. I know I never fail to tell him that everyday but I always wanted to tell and show him how much I do love him while I am in his arms. in his warm embrace. A thing we hardly do everyday because we're apart. I thanked God my Dad was there to rescue me. My dad has always been my hero. For if not, I would not be writing this story anymore. I thanked God for my life, and I will always will for the rest of my life.... at the sandbar... I dove there before and experienced the strong current that won't even let us surface and get to the boat...but i was able to get back to the shore.. But that day was different... well, i knew it after the day has ended. The current brought us down to a 100 feet and deeper... the last time i saw my depth gauge, i was on 120 feet... and the other 9 divers were a few feet deeper than where i was.. My Dad and brother were one of the divers too. I won't dive there without my dad. I feel safe knowing that I am diving with him... i keep a watch on him coz he had several seizure episodes already. Hmmmm... at that particular depth, I was struggling... my mind was telling me that something was wrong.. A few minutes before, I was happily looking at the school of Jacks that went pass us, and I was taking pictures of my co-divers. Then after a few minutes, my mind was telling me to get my knife and bang my tank to call attention... I could hardly breathe even if my regulator or oxygen supply was ok...my dad went near me, i did not know how to hand signal that i had a problem.. He quickly brought me up, it was an emergency ascent from 120 feet to the surface... while my dad was holding me tight rushing me up to the surface, my mind was slowly getting black...as if the curtains were closing in a theatre...my mind was slowly closing, getting dim...but i thought of Tonn-tonn, that i don't wanna leave him. I said to myself, "Lord, help me please....yoko pa mamatay.." The next thing I could remember was that my mind was telling me to breathe, just breathe, and breathe. As if the Lord was instructing me what to do to hold on... when my Dad and I reached the surface, the only thing I could remember was I was breathing hard with a wheezing sound, I can hear my dad's voice in a panic, calling out the boat.. When we reached the boat, I was quite ok...Sir Ton Ramos was telling me to continue breathing thru the regulator. I can hardly open my eyes... i felt cold in my hands and feet, as if blood could not pass through my veins anymore...but i was ok...i was alive...Thank God I was alive...and still am right now.. Lying at the boat, in my father's arms I was silently crying... thinking of what just happened underwater and why I am still alive, breathing... i thanked God He helped me get out of the water... I thanked God I could still talk to Tonn-tonn...and tell him i love him so much. I know I never fail to tell him that everyday but I always wanted to tell and show him how much I do love him while I am in his arms. in his warm embrace. A thing we hardly do everyday because we're apart. I thanked God my Dad was there to rescue me. My dad has always been my hero. For if not, I would not be writing this story anymore. I thanked God for my life, and I will always will for the rest of my life.

A piece of the past..

I was browsing through my old emails dated 2002, and i found this: the Editor's note i made for our portfolio for San Pedro College's "Bato". Looking back and reading the articles i made in the past makes me wonder where did i get the energy to write from? Really fired up that time. Well, as years pass by we do not notice that our choices change and so does dear life. MIstakes of the past makes us what we are today: a Better Person.

EDITOR'S NOTE 2003

We may seem to wonder how an ordinary person could come up with a beautiful literary piece or any work of art. A work that becomes their own masterpiece. A masterpiece of one's soul...and of one's creativity. A masterpiece that has meaning and has touched every human heart. And when it does, that person becomes extraordinary in the eyes of those who were touched.

What drives these ordinary people to create their own masterpiece? I say it's a stir of emotions. May the feeling be great, or one that brings you down, we could always let it out through making poems, essays, short stories, songs, paintings, sketches, and others... Because it is hard to keep these emotions hidden in our hearts and minds. We need not be a good writer or artist just to come up with a good literary piece. It is how these emotions really drive us to take interest in it.

This literary folio is a product of different emotions from different creative minds....and different hands which worked hard only to come up with the best portfolio every SPCian would forever treasure. May this become our very own masterpiece as these ordinary persons share a fraction of their lives with you..until they become extraordinary.

why not Piolo?

Last night, I was thinking.. I still want to pursue my dream of meeting the ultimate heartthrob. Silly you may say. But a girl can only dream. I really do not know how or when. All i know is that i am dying to meet him. I got to browse on his website and found an underwater picture, which was the same as mine..This is a photo of a rare frogfish.. I took mine at Maharlika Beach, Gen.Santos City..For your information, he dives too. That is why i really want to see him personally, and even dive with him if it is possible. Aren't our pictures a match made in heaven???i labs you Piolo!!!!!!!!

http://www.piolojosepascual.com/about/photography/index.html

bringing back an old love..

Reading about blogs on the web nowadays makes me bring back my love for writing. I used to write impromptu poems and essays wayback highschool and college years. Writing for me is an outlet. Especially if my heart is broken, I let out my aching heart and raging emotions into writing. It makes me feel good to write about anything under the sun. And I will try my very best to write again through blogs to re start my already-rusted vocab.
Funny though that sometime long ago my Grandpa Frank told me, "So you should read the newspaper more often" after knowing that I won in a regional writing contest during highschool. It surprised him when i told him that i hated to read. Yes i hated it. I only read when I am obliged to, say assignments... But I became part of the schoolpaper both in HS and college. Even became the Editor in chief. Well, I just simply inherited his "galing sa pagsusulat" he told me.
So as i go along writing here in my blogs, I wish that i could have more time to write. hehe. All of the articles here will be unedited. Impromptu. Anything that comes out of my left-side brain.