A day In the Life of An Ironic Guy

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Sunday, February 29, 2004

Till we meet Again
By junn rey b. salipong

I lost my father when I was still young, it was not as painful for me compared with what my mother felt that time for I was still entering the “age of reason” during those days. Now another pillar of my identity has been taken away from me. I know this will somehow crippled me as I continue my quest for life. It added to the uncertainty that lies ahead in the travails of my life.

Today marks the 40th day of which my mother lost her breath. As they said, this is the day that a soul of the departed one will go to start their journey towards the life after life. I miss my mother very much and in this short piece I will tell the whole world about the heroism she had done while she was still alive.

I still remember how she lived her life for us her children. You could never name its stepping of a mother – father in a dance. She sleeps late at night working just to provide us with our needs. I saw her waking up early in the morning catching the break of dawn, caressing the kingly sun and preparing a new world for me, for us.

Those are just few of the things, the noble deeds she had done during her stay on earth. She has lived up to the word ‘mother’ in the truest sense of the word. She really deserves the title mother!!!

I am now on the verge of starting a career of my own, this is the fruit of her labors, yet she will never able to experience this reward. It hurts. It really does.. it hurts because she was all my inspiration to excel and now that I have taken the courage to fly, the wind beneath my wings is gone for good. Despite of that, I knew and I believe she would still be there for me as I carry my cross and take the roads to my dreams.

She is gone. She may not be the greatest creation God has ever created nor the most Holy Christian ever lived, but I am proud to tell you, she has been the greatest mother every child could wish for. And if I were given a chance to choose would my mother be, I still am choosing her.

I may never be the best child she deserved, but I am proud to say, I did try my best to be one. Though this may seem too late for, I would like to thank her for the love she nurtured me through the years, I would like to ask forgiveness for those that I have done wrong and I would like to say I'm sorry for failing to say I love you each and everyday.

I know there is life after another as there is a gift. There is the gift of everlasting happiness that we humans cannot experience here on earth, the gift that she truly deserves. My mother is like a candle that was not been lighted until its final drop. Maybe because God saw her living up to what He has planned her to be. God blown up her candle way before its final ends because God knows she deserves more than the earthly cares.

She is indeed a candle that never was. . .

Mama, I will surely miss you, you will always be in my heart…until we meet again!!!



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jc
Davao City


Till we meet Again
By junn rey b. salipong

I lost my father when I was still young, it was not as painful for me compared with what my mother felt that time for I was still entering the “age of reason” during those days. Now another pillar of my identity has been taken away from me. I know this will somehow crippled me as I continue my quest for life. It added to the uncertainty that lies ahead in the travails of my life.

Today marks the 40th day of which my mother lost her breath. As they said, this is the day that a soul of the departed one will go to start their journey towards the life after life. I miss my mother very much and in this short piece I will tell the whole world about the heroism she had done while she was still alive.

I still remember how she lived her life for us her children. You could never name its stepping of a mother – father in a dance. She sleeps late at night working just to provide us with our needs. I saw her waking up early in the morning catching the break of dawn, caressing the kingly sun and preparing a new world for me, for us.

Those are just few of the things, the noble deeds she had done during her stay on earth. She has lived up to the word ‘mother’ in the truest sense of the word. She really deserves the title mother!!!

I am now on the verge of starting a career of my own, this is the fruit of her labors, yet she will never able to experience this reward. It hurts. It really does.. it hurts because she was all my inspiration to excel and now that I have taken the courage to fly, the wind beneath my wings is gone for good. Despite of that, I knew and I believe she would still be there for me as I carry my cross and take the roads to my dreams.

She is gone. She may not be the greatest creation God has ever created nor the most Holy Christian ever lived, but I am proud to tell you, she has been the greatest mother every child could wish for. And if I were given a chance to choose would my mother be, I still am choosing her.

I may never be the best child she deserved, but I am proud to say, I did try my best to be one. Though this may seem too late for, I would like to thank her for the love she nurtured me through the years, I would like to ask forgiveness for those that I have done wrong and I would like to say I'm sorry for failing to say I love you each and everyday.

I know there is life after another as there is a gift. There is the gift of everlasting happiness that we humans cannot experience here on earth, the gift that she truly deserves. My mother is like a candle that was not been lighted until its final drop. Maybe because God saw her living up to what He has planned her to be. God blown up her candle way before its final ends because God knows she deserves more than the earthly cares.

She is indeed a candle that never was. . .

Mama, I will surely miss you, you will always be in my heart…until we meet again!!!



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jcä
Davao City


Saturday, February 21, 2004

J E P O Y


Isang tula para mapawi ang pangungulila
Sa isang kaibigan

Sa ikli ng ating pagkakakilala
Sa isa’t-isa’y maganda ang kalooban
Ang wika ng pusoy magkasundo
O! ang ganda ng mundo aking kaibigan

Naalala ko pa ng tayoy magkasabay
Ang tubig na dumadaloy sa bawat bahagi ng katawan
Ay parang luha ng kaligayahan
Dahil sa kabutihan mong taglay para sa yong kaibigan

Ang kiliti ng yong mga patawa
Ang init ng yong mga yakap
Ang lamig ng yong boses
Nagpapasaya sa ating mundo

Sa isang saglit, naglaho ka aking kaibigan
Bumalik sa lupang sa iyoy nagluwal
Sa panahong nawala ka sa paningin
Ang mundo’y sadyang napakalumbay.

At ikaw ay bumalik, ang mundo
Ay napuno ng bango at kulay
At ang iyong kagandahay parang ibon
Na umaawit sa itaas ng puno
Nagbibigay ng kakaibang pakiramdam
Na nanggagaling sa puso

At sa yong pagbalik, akoy lumisan
Para sunduin ang sarili na gusting sa iyo maipakita
Para kung sakaling tayo ma’y magkitang muli
Ang mga bagay-bagay sa ating mga pangarap
Magkaroon ng katuparan.




JEFF

A poem to ease the longing
for a friend

In our short acquaintance
We are at ease with each others life’s dance
The language of the heart’s the same
Oh! The worlds so beautiful my friend

I remembered the time when we were together
The drop of the water the filled every crevice of your body
Is like a tear of joy
Because of what you’ve shown to this humble fellow of yours

Those humors you shared,
Your touch so warm and tender
Your voice so refreshing
Oh! Our worlds so happy everyday

And then gone you were my friend,
You went back to the land where you came forth
In times when you were out of sight
The worlds so boring!

And you came back! The world we had
Was filled with flowers sweet smell and colors
And your untouched beauty is like a
Bird chirping perched atop the tree
Giving an unusual feeling coming
Straight from the heart

And as you return, I have to leave
To fetch the “me” I want
to show you
So that whenever we meet again
All the things in our dreams will
Be realized!

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May 25, 2003 12:15 pm







Thursday, February 19, 2004

TO LOVE IS TO BE HURT

There comes a time that a special person comes in to your life unnoticed, making a difference of your daily routine, and giving you the unusual feeling that comes from the heart.

I meet this girl in one of my major subject in college. Just a simple acquaintance, simply hi-hello-nice meeting you- type of acquaintance. At first i never thought that she would create a change in me. But semesters passed and fate seems to lead us to one another. One subject after another, were of the same room. Eventually we became friends. A close friend at that.

As days turns to weeks, and weeks turns to month, i began to feel the rhythm within. The language of the heart speaks up. The beauty that this girl has became an obsession of my hearts beat.

It made me inspired, hope and lives the college life a little more exciting. Yet one day, another friend of mine ask me whether her husband is not jealous at me when were together and very sweet at each other.

My world was shattered after such a revelation. But then again love keep me from moving on. I tried to keep away from her to avoid any complicated situation that will happen just in case. But she keeps going out with me. We skip classes to dine outside the campus. When we’re at the campus, we’re having a great time together. She even hugs me, and sits on my lap. Knowing the fact that she’s already committed I tried to keep the love I felt for her within. But the entire populace is noticing our sweetness, and those who don’t know us well presumed were having a relationship.

We lost now our communication, yet love keeps us from getting separated. It hurts. It really does.

This experience of mine proves only one thing - - - one time in your life you’ll meet someone in the right place but in the wrong time. Too much of a cliché but its true.

Why should love cause us pains? Is it necessary to feel the pain before finding the right one for us? A lot of questions lingered my mind after such an encounter.

The answers are still floating in the air.

As my journey continues in the game of life.


Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Just starting, finally i have made it here in blogspot...i have found a haven for my thoughts , moods, feelings , experiences and anything that have to affect my life in general...first of all, i created this just to fulfill the passion of my heart that is to show to the world the real me, the person that i am , hypocrisy set aside.