Always By Your Side Part 2 - The War Zone

My day was better than any other day
Till something was bothering
my sense of peace at the cay
and made my roots wandering
along the highway

Before me was a figure
made of iron and stone
with the heart of impure
If it's into its zone
I walked beneath the torture

Day and Night

Day is where she lightened him
With full of gifts and surprises
As she helps him in his trembling dim
With her mind of humble advises

Night is how he carry her
Through all the journey of loyalty
With the pain he suffered by the dagger
yet he strives with felicity

Always By Your Side Part 1 - Best Day of My Life?

Back at my day
Fine was my thought
If only I could stay
Some things shouldn't brought
the sadness at bay
and left me to rot

The rusty gates squeaks
louder than tiny mouse
Spirits of envy reeks
Beyond the house
The joy I want seeks
Nothing more than a horrible douse

Nights with You

The stars gazed upon the clouds above
The horizon fills with glistening blue
Our hearts were pounding with love
But why you left and there you flew?

Our infinities were meant to be
It should mend our hearts as it should be
But it fell and broke to two
Gone was the nights with you

Cut The Strings

                     First things first, I introduce you to my squad (11/15). Five of my friends showed their presentation with the other people about new hope for the next generation. Oh, the other four including myself weren't there because of family issues and were tired from the field demonstration. Still, I presented myself as the audience for every presentation they gave. It is still considered as an attendance, isn't?
                     Each of us needs to understand the problems we've been through. As of right now, the world has already change its course.
                     Like I said, their presentation is about the new hope for the next generation. You've probably seen the recent bomb threats from the parts of Europe and the racial discrimination in America for the past couple of months. Even murders, thievery, and corruption have spread to each and every person. Some of them are scared to face the risk; Some can't strive for the ones they love; and some are now corrupted by avarice. It is too chaotic for the youth to see. No matter how many times the violent acts have been removed, it'll kept growing.
                      We have to accept ourselves first. I know that some have been discriminated by other people who are illiterate to know about acceptance. I know you were turned into Pinocchio, a Disney character, and being framed by others. Look at Pinocchio, no matter how many mistakes/lies he made, his father still loves him. He accept Pinocchio because he understands the situations Pinocchio have experienced. Acceptance isn't about having friends who enough power to command and conquer. NO, it's not. Acceptance is about each and every individual have equality and respect for each other. No matter how smart/tough you are, you still need to accept. For the people who don't accept others, well, good luck. 

The Preparations

           It's been a stressful yet fun week. Sometimes we can make fun out of ourselves and sometimes we need to be serious so there is always the balance of seriousness and humor. But some people don't get it. Here's what happened:

          For the last two weeks, we made preparations for the Foundation Day and we were asked to choose whether a dancer or a props-men. For my part, well, I chose to be one of the props-men. Not because I don't like dancing, it's just for some reasons. Every one has their own reasons and limitations so we can't force ourselves. 

What I have here is a photo of a banana leaf cut-out that we created for the presentation. 

              Yes, it's a cutout of the banana leaf. We can't find a banana leaf in a hurry so we made it with the materials we only brought. Anyway, there are a lot of props-men so we were formed in a groups of three. Then here comes the problem: some of them have no respect. Why? It's because some of the groups took few of our materials without our permission as we work on the props. Yet my group and I were relieved because we were able to bring the remaining materials that can substitute to our props and finished the final product. 

           Let me get back to the problem. To the people who too illiterate and stubborn, what is respect to you? Don't say that you're the only one who have the rights. No, each of us has their own rights to be fair and square. Respect is where all of us are equal. It's where each of us understand each other. Don't ever try to pull that stunt again or I'll ask karma for assistance.

Beneath the Darkest Hour

All the dancing roses

In the shivering plain.

All the agony had conceded

As you call out my name.

Calm the startled river

In the quivering storm.

Of all places to remember

Where else could you have gone?

You kept a promise
That we will strike
Upon the hordes of the unknown.
But now you have left
For me to distort
Beneath the darkest hour.

Pambansang Kasuotan

      Kami, mga Pilipino, ay naiimpluwensyahan ng mga Espanyol at Amerikano sa maraming mga taon na ang nakakaraan. Ang mga taong ito ay nagpakita ng kanilang wika, sining, musika , sayaw , damit, at kultura. Ngayon ako ng pakikipag-usap tungkol sa mga pambansang damit ng Pilipinas.

               Maraming mga uri ng mga filipino damit ngunit sa ngayon ako ay nagpapakita sa iyo ang Barong Tagalog. Gaya ng ipinakikita ng larawan sa kaliwa , ang mga panlabas na damit ay tinatawag na barong ( maaaring tinatawag bilang baro ). Ito ay pagod sa loob ng isang Chinese shirt tinatawag camisa de Chino . barong ay maaaring gawin mula sa tatlong tela: pina , jusi , at saging. Ang pina tela ay nagmula sa pinya dahon; Ang jusi tela ay nagmula sa abaca dahon; at ang banana tela ay nagmula sa dahon ng saging.

            Maaari kang pumili ng anumang uri ng damit. Ang pagiging iba't ibang ay mabuti dahil ang bawat tao sa bawat iba't ibang mga wika ay maaaring magpakita ng pagmamahal sa kanilang bansa.

THE BARREL (Parody of the Cask of Amontillado)

       The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utte---

        “What is wrong with you? Talk,” The furious Officer Joe shouted.

        “All right, calm down.” I replied impatiently.

        “Enough talk. What happened to the victim two years ago?” The curious Inspector Brian asked as he ate his sprinkled-strawberry doughnut.

         “Just give me a minute.”

        “We’ll be right back,” They went outside of the investigation room.

     Now where was I? Oh yes, Fortunato, that scoundrel.

          

          It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much.

          I said to him --"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day. But I have received a barrel of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."

         “WHERE ARE THE BARRELS!?” A guy wearing blue shirt with “P” screamed and ambushed our conversation.

         “THEY’RE NOT HERE! Go somewhere else.” I replied with madness.

         “Fine then.” He ran off to the carnival and sought for his “barrels.”

         “Now like I said before, I have a barrel of what passes for Amontilad—“

          “Wait,” Fortunato stared with his beady eyes, “You say that the Amontillado is real so that you can lock me up in the death chamber while I’m drunk?”

           “Uh, no…”

           “Great, let’s find this Amontillado.” He was so eager to find the Amontillado. As he took his first step, he immediately fell.

            I slap my face with regret. Then I carried him to the Wayne Mansion. I fired all the attendants except for Alfred for I have trust in him.

           

              As I arrived at the mansion, Alfred was there, waiting with the tea my mom makes.

              “Alfred, I’ll be down stairs, making the archive.”

              “Of course, sir, I’ll keep that in mind. Let me remind you there are still chambers that haven’t blocked yet. So I recommend caution as you go.”

              “Thanks, Alfred.” I thanked him for reminding me and so I continued to do what is right for me.

              

                 As I carried Fortunato within the catacombs, I heard a rumbling and tumbling from first chamber. It became louder and louder. Then an adventurer wearing a brown leather jacket with the whip attached to his jeans walks down from the chamber to the other.

              “GET OUT OF THE WAY!” He shouted as he was holding a weird relic around his arms. The rumbling became stronger as the boulder chases him endlessly. Then the rumbling stopped and I continued to walk towards the death chamber.

               As I arrived at the death chamber, I put Fortunato down on the ground to make sure everything was in place.

                  “Amontillado,” he said.

                  “Yes, Amontillado,” I replied as I was preparing the bricks.

                  “Amontillado,” he said once more.

                  “Yes, I know, Amontillado,” I replied yet I can’t handle his annoyance any longer.

                  “Amontillado,”

                  “SHUT UP, BEAR!” I grabbed him and locked him with chains for the annoyance by presence of naivety.

                  I left him there for good and cover the death chamber with bricks. I wish that I will never see the existence of his face again.

                  “Hey, you have a visitor.” Officer Joe disturbed my darkest thoughts as he brought the visitor.

It was Doc Brown, my old classmate from the high school years.

                   “Morning, Montresor. I see you dilly-dally this morning.” He said.

                  “Yes, I did, my old friend.” I replied with a tinted grin.

                  “Hey, Monty, I have something for you.” He handed me a letter.

                   “A letter?” I didn’t ask who wrote it. My mind was blown as I read it from someone I hate the most.

                   “Someday, your death will cost a fortune,”

HOW TO WIN A JINGLE COMPETITION

             

             

I have experiences with jingle competitions in the last couple of years and it’s not what I expected. It’s tough not only for my batch but also for the other batches when it comes to the criteria of a jingle. Here are some of my few suggestions:

              A LYRICAL MEMORY – This is one of the basic suggestions we’ve been receiving for the last couple of years. For the people who have short-term memory loss or those who always forget something, its fine. No one is perfect and it’s not deniable. When it comes to memory, it takes each second to remember and analyze the situation. The same principle can be applied in a song. You need to remember one line before going to the next line. Just don’t scan it in a fast pace because you might have the difficulty in memorizing the song and probably stutter the lines.

            THE VOICE – Every time I join the competition, one of the reasons is my loud hoarse voice. Everyone in the group must sing as one. To do that, every voice needs the balance between loudness and clarity. Loudness is important because the audience needs to hear the song from afar. Don’t try to shriek like a bat and squeak like a fairy. People might think that you’re trying to cast a voodoo spell. When it comes to clarity, the words must be heard clearly. If there’s a fast tempo in the songs, don’t speak gibberish because people might get attracted to you instead of listening to the song. These two traits are needed.

            THE ACTIONS and FORMATIONS – This competition might get dreary unless an action is needed. Actions can be simple as a dove and firm as an eagle. Each action should be exaggerated so the jingle can show a pleasing message to the audience. Formations should be compatible with the actions and comfortable with the performers. No one wants to flip over in a narrow aisle or wave the arms upwards in a constricted pyramid.

              Sometimes things aren’t surely expected but we taught ourselves to accept failures. “Men shaped themselves with defeats, not victories.”

Compass To Nowhere

The soul roams into the woods

But its feet are dreary

At the boulder, he stood

As no direction to tarry

Its eyes are misled

within the fog along the river

Its thoughts have misled

By a treacherous fiery quiver

The sun kept stirring the flames

At the table of four
Until it sets for the thanes
Which lefts nothing to store

The dark was filled with the stars
It followed the gleam to somewhere
Trust no compass
For it sends you to nowhere

Beyond the Oblivion

As the shattered mirror
strikes the broken heart
It bleeds by its horror
and can't end without a start

The eyes sees nothing
but a void within
The touch held something
yet none sense between

The mirror tried mending its shards
even with a touch, it became more fragile
As no flutes with no bards
and no roads with no mile

No figures were in my observation
because their hearts are soulless
That is beyond oblivion
Of me being useless

Smile

The nights are cold

and the wind kept whistling

But truth be told

Their lives are worth saving

Their minds were poisoned

By their memories of the dark past

It's full of misery and depression

And their greatest moments will be their last

No,no,no, you're not ready

Your lives are terrible

But you have to keep it steady

Or it will be pricked by the needle

It's been a while

for you to do this

Just give a smile

to everyone you missed. 

Written Photography

       I have a friend who has the same interest as I have, takes the best memories and has the best opportunities. Unfortunately, she never came back. Yes, I do need her because I'm hate being alone. Not the actual solitary thing, it just that having time with technology might get tedious soon. 

      Want to know her? Her name is CAMY THE CAMERA. It's not really weird, trust me, it's NOT. Having the most functional item helps me achieve my ambition which is being a professional photographer. If you're expecting something in a higher level, it's not. I'm just a photographer, not very outgoing type yet I'm trying to be one. 

  

      When it comes to the likeness of photos today, most of them are mostly photo-edited which attracts a lot of people, but from my own perspective, these photos are bit too much. I'm not saying I hate photos, I only want to balance my interest in such. Instead, I'm interested in hand-drawn art because it's basic and has simplicity. Yes, I like to keep things simple. 

       Wondering why some of the words are poetic? It's because I also love to write stories, songs and poems. Like I said, don't expect something higher. I do write songs, only when I'm bored. Sometimes I do like stories with pictures because I can understand the plot easily. I also like stories with no pictures because it helps me visualize the every aspect of a story. 

       What I do really hate the most in reading is skipping a chapter. It only gives me the pain where I have to return to the part I read the last time.  

       

        I have two hobbies which are difficult to master and it's true that you can't master two things at the same time, but with determination in my grasp, there's nothing that can stop me. 

       Look, I'm just an ordinary writer who loves photography. Trust me, I am.