tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59501785742913789202024-02-08T13:59:03.792+08:00~einah~life goes on.. and this will make me strong..einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-89517858219067061662009-02-18T18:24:00.004+08:002009-02-18T18:33:41.905+08:00secret<span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it was friday the 13th.. a day before valentine's day.. i came to the office wearing a white shirt, which signifies that i'm single and looking.. we have this wear your current lovelife situation thing in the office.. proud to wear my color! haha..</span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">as usual, i came late.. i think it's almost 9:30 when i came to the office.. and when i went to my table, lo and behold, there's a </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">singleĀ </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">white rose</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> there.. i don't know where it came from.. there's no note or anything that will lead me to who left it there..</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so who could it be? i don't have many acquaintances here in the office..</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">well whoever he is, hopefully he'll reveal himself in the coming days.. i'm so curious!</span></span></span></span></div>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-91693334627512005262008-06-25T13:28:00.002+08:002008-06-25T13:31:29.207+08:00new things<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">it's time for change..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">new work..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">new people to meet..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">new look..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">new wardrobe..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">new hair..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;">and hopefully new lovelife.. hahahha..</span><br /></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-34423229775416153512008-06-04T00:42:00.003+08:002008-06-04T00:51:21.022+08:00habit<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">its becoming a habit.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i fell.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i became happy for a while.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">then the hurt of seeing him with another..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i move on to forget..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and i fell again..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">happiness that seems to last..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">only to realize that it was just a dream..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">he already has someone in his heart..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so i'm trying again to move on..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and so the cycle.. a habit..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">questions.. that my sane mind don't want to entertain..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">but in a time like this.. i can't help myself..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">i only want one thing.. and yet, i can't seem to have a hold of it.. :(</span><br /></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-92023280289741608502008-06-01T01:49:00.003+08:002008-06-01T02:01:42.409+08:00Name on the Moon?<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">why not right? NASA has this mission that will prepare and support future human exploration to the moon.. they re collecting names then they ll send it to the moon onboard the LRO spacecraft.. you;ll receive a certificate once you put your name showing you support their mission.. you can check the site </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://lro.jhuapl.edu/NameToMoon/index.php">here</a></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-461121685006248372008-04-12T21:16:00.001+08:002008-04-12T21:20:18.881+08:00almost<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">but not quite!!!<br /><br />.... wiiihhh!! i don't know what to think anymore..<br /></span></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-65810987690981474492008-03-30T14:11:00.000+08:002008-02-14T15:22:57.680+08:00Coffee Prince OST<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size:85%;"><object height="290" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/afUDRWYWqZ/autoShuffle=true/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/afUDRWYWqZ/autoShuffle=true/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="500"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-HQeSumm5kUeK3PlwgGyJQW61QVubU2wCu8jvC47IbBt2j1rqvPi-EV_OxJ7r8WHxdFip0XfurIEOlwzwEGWbDNHQN58FLzF4cfqq5WwJ2wXN7ESijiM3CTr8Xf7Ci4WG3SEan78JpN-/s1600-h/cofi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-HQeSumm5kUeK3PlwgGyJQW61QVubU2wCu8jvC47IbBt2j1rqvPi-EV_OxJ7r8WHxdFip0XfurIEOlwzwEGWbDNHQN58FLzF4cfqq5WwJ2wXN7ESijiM3CTr8Xf7Ci4WG3SEan78JpN-/s320/cofi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122186480087506706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Coffee Prince is a korean-drama series starring Yoon Eun Hye and Gong Yoo. It was shown in korea just a few months ago, and being my k-drama addict, i have a copy of this series in my laptop and also completed their OST. I love the songs from this series. Eventhough I don't understand what the heck the song is about, but still I love it! So guys, sing along..<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-21449958429046694502008-03-06T11:38:00.002+08:002008-03-06T11:50:48.667+08:00confirmed<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">it's confirmed.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">just this monday, when i told A everything, i still have doubts in my mind.. what i told her was all assumptions on my part..<br /><br />because like what A said, of all people, that girl?!? they never gave a clue.. it's all so sudden.. how come? how did it happen? all this questions..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and now, thursday, she posted a picture on her avatar.. and that concludes everything..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">what am i feeling now?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">numb.. jaded.. weary..<br /><br />i know i'm talking nonsense here.. i just want to let it all out..<br /></span></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-55869544996726404312008-02-27T10:44:00.003+08:002008-02-27T11:22:56.436+08:00sleep<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">sleep eludes me again.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and again..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">tired.. exhausted..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">both my body and mind were..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">but still..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">so please..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">let me sleep easily tonight...</span><br /></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-11341901263013586072008-02-14T13:33:00.003+08:002008-02-14T13:52:17.767+08:00just friends<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for most people... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> friendship is the beginning of something </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - a foundation for much deeper relationship... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> too bad for some its a borderline.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - a limit</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">does this quote applies to my current situation? i don't know.. i don't want to think anymore..</span><br /></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-10702534799235221822007-12-10T15:57:00.000+08:002007-12-10T16:21:57.191+08:00Go Lavender<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Xmas Party Presentation of our Group (Lavender).. To the tune of Saturday Night Fever.. Held last December 8 at Manila Polo Club.. Sosyal ng birthday party ko! hahaha..<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?permalinkId=v1615059aT2Sy4zB&id=952796&player=videodetailsembedded&videoAutoPlay=0" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="438" width="540"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.veoh.com/">Online Videos by Veoh.com</a></span></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-8622844998111560872007-11-06T17:54:00.002+08:002008-02-19T12:15:00.224+08:00Sandosenang Sapatos<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A friend refer this kiddie story to me, and i have to agree with her that it's really is nice.. so touching.. so read on..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >---------------------------------------</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sandosenang Sapatos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >by: </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Luis P. Gatmaitan</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p292/einah08/sandosena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 403px;" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p292/einah08/sandosena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> Sapatero si Tatay. Kilalang-kilala ang mga likha niyang sapatos dito sa aming bayan. Marami ang pumupunta sa amin para magpasadya. Ayon sa mga sabi-sabi, tatalunin pa raw ng mga sapatos ni Tatay ang mga sapatos na gawang-Marikina. Matibay, pulido, at malikhain ang mga disenyo ng kanyang mga sapatos. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Paano mo ba naiisip ang ganyang istilo? Kay ganda!" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Siguro, dinadalaw ka ng musa ng mga sapatos at suwelas." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Parang may madyik ang iyong kamay!" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sa lahat ng papuri, matipid na ngingiti lamang si Tatay. Tahimik na tao si Tatay. Bihirang magsalita. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lumaki akong kapiling ang mga sapatos na gawa ni Tatay. Madalas ay kinaiinggitan ako ng mga kalaro at kaklase ko. Buti raw at sapatero ang Tatay ko. Lagi tuloy bago ang sapatos ko kapag pasukan, kapag pasko, kapag bertdey ko, o kung nakatanggap ako ng <em>honors </em>sa klase. Ginagawan pa niya ako ng ekstrang sapatos kapag may mga tira-tirang balat at tela. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Buti ka pa Karina, laging bago ang sapatos mo. Ako, lagi na lang pamana ng ate ko. Sa 'kin napupunta lahat ng pinagkaliitan n'ya," himutok ng isang kaklase. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nasa Grade II na ako nang muling magbuntis si Nanay. Kay tagal naming hinintay na magkaroon ako ng kapatid. Sabi ng Lola ko, sinagot na raw ang matagal nilang dasal na masundan ako. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Naku, magkakaroon na pala ako ng kahati sa mga sapatos! Pero di bale, dalawa na kaming igagawa ni Tatay ng sapatos ngayon." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Habang nasa tiyan pa si baby, narinig kong nag-uusap sina Tatay at Nanay. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Nagpa-check up ako kanina. Sabi ng doktora, babae raw ang magiging anak natin!" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Talaga! Kung babae nga, pag-aralin natin ng <em>ballet </em>. Gusto kong magkaanak ng <em>ballet dancer </em>! Ngayon pa lang ay pag-aaralan ko nang gumawa ng mga sapatos na pang- <em>ballet </em>." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pero hindi lahat ng pangarap ni Tatay ay natupad. Nagulat kaming lahat nang makita ang bago kong kapatid. Wala itong paa. Ipinanganak na putol ang dalawang paa! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nakarinig kami ng kung ano-anong tsismis dahil sa kapansanan ng kapatid ko. Siguro raw ay binalak na ipalaglag ni Nanay ang kapatid ko kaya kulang-kulang ang parte ng katawan. Nilusaw raw ng mga mapinsalang gamot ang kanyang mga paa. Isinumpa raw ng mga diwata ng sapatos si Tatay dahil mahal na itong sumingil sa mga pasadyang sapatos. O baka raw ipinaglihi si Susie sa manika. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Nanay, bakit po ba walang paa si Susie?" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Nagkaroon kasi ako ng impeksyon anak. Nahawa ako ng <em>German measles </em> habang ipinagbubuntis ko pa lang ang kapatid mo. At.iyon ang naging epekto," malungkot na kuwento ni Nanay. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hindi na magiging <em>ballet dancer </em> ang kapatid ko. Malulungkot si Tatay. Araw-araw, ganu'n ang naiisip ko kapag nakikita ko ang mga paa ni Susie. Kaya pinilit ko si Nanay na muling pag-aralin ako sa isang <em>ballet school </em>(dati kasi, ayaw kong mag-ballet). Pero. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Misis, bakit hindi n'yo po subukang i-enrol si Karina sa piano, o sa painting, o sa banduria class? Hindi yata talagang para sa kanya ang pagsasayaw," sabi ng titser ko sa Nanay ko. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nalungkot ako. Hindi para sa aking sarili, kundi para kina Tatay at Susie, at sa mga pangarap na masyadong mailap. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Saksi ako kung paanong minahal siya nina Tatay at Nanay. Walang puwedeng manloko kay Bunso. Minsan, habang kami ay nagpipiknik sa parke, may isang mama na nakakita kay Susie. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Tingnan n'yo o, puwedeng pang-karnabal 'yung bata!" turo nito kay Susie. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Biglang namula si Tatay sa narinig. Tumikom ang mga kamao. Noon ko lang nakitang nagsalubong ang mga kilay ni Tatay. Muntik na niyang suntukin ito. "Ano'ng problema mo, ha?" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mabuti't napigilan siya ni Nanay. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Isang gabi, habang nakahiga kami sa kama , narinig kong kinakausap ni Tatay si Susie. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Anak, hindi baleng kulang ang mga paa mo. Mas mahalaga sa amin ng Nanay mo na lumaki kang mabuting tao.at buo ang tiwala sa sarili." Masuyo niya itong hinalikan. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hindi tumigil si Tatay sa paglikha ng sapatos para sa akin. Pero napansin ko, kapag sinusukatan niya ang paa ko, napapabuntung-hininga siya. Pagkatapos ay titingin sa kuna. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Sayang, Bunso, di mo mararanasang isuot ang magagarang sapatos na gawa ni Tatay." bulong ko sa kanya. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lumaki kami ni Susie na malapit ang loob sa isa't isa. Hindi naging hadlang ang kawalan niya ng paa para makapaglaro kami. Marami namang laro na di nangangailangan ng paa. Lagi nga niya akong tinatalo sa sungka, <em>jackstone </em>, <em>scrabble, </em> at pitik-bulag. Ako ang tagapagtanggol niya kapag may nanghaharot sa kanya. Ako ang tagatulak ng <em>wheelchair </em> niya. Ako ang ate na alalay! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Noon ko natuklasan na marami kaming pagkakatulad. Parehong magaling ang aming kamay kaysa aming mga paa. Ako, sa pagpipinta. Siya, sa pagsusulat ng mga kuwento. At oo nga pala, si Tatay, kamay rin ang magaling sa kanya! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Minsan, ginising ako ni Susie. Sabi niya, nanaginip siya ng isang pambihirang sapatos. Napakaganda raw nito sa kanyang mga paa. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"May paa siya sa panaginip?" gulat na tanong ko sa sarili. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Maniwala ka, Ate, kay ganda ng sapatos sa panaginip ko. Kulay dilaw na tsarol na may dekorasyong sunflower sa harap!" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Magbebertdey siya noon . At napansin ko, tuwing nalalapit na ang kanyang kaarawan, nananaginip siya ng mga sapatos. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ate, nanaginip na naman ako ng sapatos. Kulay pula ito na <em>velvet </em> at may malaking <em>buckle </em> sa tagiliran." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Binanggit din niya sa akin ang sapatos na kulay asul na bukas ang dulo at litaw ang mga daliri niya. Ang sapatos na puti na may kaunting takong at may ribbon na pula. Ang sapatos na yari sa maong na may burdang buwan at mga bituin. Ang sandalyas na parang lambat. Ang kulay lilang sapatos na may nakadikit na bilog na kristal sa harap. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Manghang-mangha ako sa kung paanong natatandaan niya maski ang pinakamaliliit na detalye ng mga sapatos - ang disenyong bulaklak, ribbon, butones, <em>sequins </em>, <em>beads </em>, o <em>buckle </em>. Inaangkin niya ang mga sapatos na 'yon. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ate, paglaki ko, susulat ako ng mga kuwento tungkol sa mga sapatos na napapanaginipan ko. Ikaw ang magdodrowing, ha?" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Paglipas pa ng ilang taon, namahinga na si Tatay sa paglikha ng mga sapatos. Gumagawa na lamang siya ng sapatos para sa mga suking di matanggihan. Noong nagdaos siya ng kaarawan, niregaluhan ko siya ng isa kong <em>painting </em> na may nakapintang isang pares ng maugat na kamay na lumilikha ng sapatos. Binigyan naman siya ni Susie ng isang <em>music box </em> na may sumasayaw na <em>ballet dancer </em>. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Pinasaya n'yo ang Tatay n'yo," sabi ni Nanay. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pagkatapos noon , naging masasakitin na siya. Labindalawang taon si Susie nang pumanaw si Tatay. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Isang araw, hindi sinasadya'y napagawi ako sa bodega. Naghahalungkat ako ng mga lumang sapatos na puwedeng ipamigay sa mga bata sa bahay-ampunan Sa paghahalughog, nabuksan ko ang isang kahong mukhang matagal nang hindi nagagalaw. Naglalaman ito ng maliliit na kahon. Mga kahon ng sapatos na maingat na nakasalansan! </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">" Para kanino ang mga sapatos? May umorder ba na hindi nai-deliver?" tanong ko sa sarili. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pero nang masdan ko ang mga pares ng sapatos na 'yon, nagulat ako. Taglay ng mga sapatos ang pinakamahuhusay na disenyo ni Tatay. Iba-iba ang sukat nito. May sapatos na pang-baby. May sapatos na pambinyag. May pang- <em>first communion </em>. May pangpasyal. May pamasok sa eskuwelahan. May pangsimba. May sapatos na pang-dalagita. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lalo akong nagulat nang mabasa ang kanyang <em>dedication </em> sa nakasabit na papel: </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Para sa pinakamamahal kong si Susie, </em></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Alay sa kanyang unang kaarawan </em></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Inisa-isa ko ang mga kahon. Lahat ng sapatos na nandoon ay para kay Susie. Diyata't iginagawa ni Tatay si Susie ng mga sapatos? </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Para kay Susie, lugod ng aking buhay </em></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Sa pagsapit niya ng ikapitong kaarawan </em></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Taon-taon, hindi pumalya si Tatay sa paglikha ng sapatos sa tuwing magdaraos ng kaarawan si Susie! Sandosenang sapatos lahat-lahat. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Handog sa mahal kong bunso </em></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Sa kanyang ika-12 kaarawan </em></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Napaiyak ako nang makita ang mga sapatos. Hindi ko akalaing ganu'n pala kalalim magmahal si Tatay. Binitbit ko ang sandosenang sapatos at ipinakita ko kina Nanay at Susie. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"H-Hindi ko alam na may ginawa siyang sapatos para sa 'yo, Susie." Namuo ang luha sa mga mata ni Nanay. "Inilihim niya sa akin ang mga sapatos." </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"A-Ate, ito ang mga sapatos na napanaginipan ko." Hindi makapaniwalang sabi ni Susie habang isa-isang hinahaplos ang mga sapatos. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ha?" </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Noon ko lang naalala ang mga sapatos na ikinukuwento ni Susie. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dilaw na tsarol na may dekorasyong <em>sunflower </em> sa harap. Kulay pulang <em>velvet </em> na may malaking <em>buckle </em> sa tagiliran. Asul na sapatos na bukas ang dulo at litaw ang mga daliri. Kulay puti na may kaunting takong at may ribbon na pula. Sapatos na yari sa maong na may burdang buwan at mga bituin. Sandalyas na parang lambat. Kulay lilang sapatos na may nakadikit na bilog na kristal sa harap. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Naisip ko, tinawid kaya ng pag-ibig ni Tatay ang mga panaginip ni Susie para maipasuot sa kanya ang mga sapatos? </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hindi ko tiyak. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="laman" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ang tiyak ko lang, hindi perpekto ang buhay na ito. Gaya ng hindi perpekto ang pagkakalikha sa kapatid ko. Pero may mga perpektong sandali. Gaya ng mga sandaling nilikha ni Tatay ang pinakamagagarang sapatos para kay Susie.</span> </span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-----------------</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This story won First Prize, Maikling Kathang Pambata in the 2001 Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature. </span><br /></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-81603594705833307342007-10-15T18:45:00.001+08:002008-02-19T12:37:08.227+08:00Random Pic - Places I've Been<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >got this idea from other blog-sites.. yeah, i know, no originality eh.. but nevertheless, pictures that will be featured here were from the places that i've been to.. personal experiences and the likes..</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TQHNmqm6M6JLnJJRN0amT-KqzExLJeJsPY8aoM9CdOB-sD5wKK93vxb3cNo0xiCJ7J0HbAWmyGzvpvt7qevw6eZ0MrCXANwV26YB0GNpKhFQI8I9U3vYmzqS9_77TSLjQ-pl27TH0q-i/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1TQHNmqm6M6JLnJJRN0amT-KqzExLJeJsPY8aoM9CdOB-sD5wKK93vxb3cNo0xiCJ7J0HbAWmyGzvpvt7qevw6eZ0MrCXANwV26YB0GNpKhFQI8I9U3vYmzqS9_77TSLjQ-pl27TH0q-i/s320/DSC00421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121515853782807202" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >this particular photo was taken during my very first trip to U.S. (first out of the country na din).. and syempre, ndi ko palalampasin ang makapunta sa famous Disneyland. this trip is courtesy of mabait na Ksses.. don't worry mare, bawi ako pag-uwi mo ng pinas next month.. pero wag naman sobra-sobrang bawi ha.. baka bigla ko mamulubi sa yo.. hahahhaa..</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >i love this shot.. on how the sunlight creates a rainbow-like effect on the picture..</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >sa susunod, disneyland-hongkong naman.. wish! hahaha..</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5950178574291378920.post-19375717547206247422007-10-15T18:35:00.000+08:002007-10-15T19:12:10.660+08:00blogging<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >i'll give blogging a try.. let's see where this will take me..</span>einahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526403171711084346noreply@blogger.com0