Kudos Penos

ALPHABET SERIES /part 8/ Halika na at aariin natin ang gabi, Kung saan lamig ang siyang naghahari. Muling ibulusok ang init, Na tanging silid ang nagkukubli. Halina't sindihan upang apoy ay mag-alab, Ngunit dahan-dahan lang upang 'di gaanong mag-liyab. Sabay nating halikan ang gabi, At ipagpatuloy ang init. Unti-unti. Gumagapang. Nanunuyo. Lumalalim. Tumatagal ang pagkawala ng araw, Tila hinahanap ang kumikislap na silaw. Mananatili tayong ganito, Sumasabay sa alon ng emosyon. Alam kong darating ang liwanag, At iinit ang buong kapaligiran. Ngunit pagsapit muli ng gabi, Tayo ay magtatalik uli. (Tumutukoy sa Furnace)

ALPHABET SERIES /part 7/ I was wondering whether rallyists or the anti-government movements were getting tired of running through main streets and barricading agencies they chose to took actions upon. Were they happy to produced such catastrophic event? Do they really know their purpose? Or they were just adjusting they're minds to majorities?  Just reflect...

ALPHABET SERIES /part 6/ She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart, While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar, And we don't know how, How we got into this mad situation, Only doing things out of frustration Trying to make it work but man these times are hard, She needs me now but I can't seem to find the time, I've got a new job now on the unemployment line, And we don't know how, How we got into this mess Is it god's test? Someone help us 'cause we're doing our best, Trying to make it work but man these times are hard But we're gonna start by Drinking old cheap bottles of wine, Sit talking up all night, Saying things we haven't for a while A while, yeah We're smiling but we're close to tears, Even after all these years, We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time [x3] Oooooo She's in line at the DOLE* With her head held high (high) While I just lost my job...

ALPHABET SERIES /part 5/ Waiting for you is the wildest of annihilation. Making stray bullet shots across unprotected sufferings. I am sitting here with grievous sadness, while you are on your luck travelling other spinster's heart. Soft moans and tender cries, are the only collective sounds of deepest sorrows. Trying to forget your best of deceptions. But my fragile heart and insatiable mind have no intentions.

    " The best way to get to the top is by learning. You should first learn the basics before reaching the fame."     Maraming artista ang pumapasok sa larangan ng pulitika. Paniniwala ng ibang artista, kahit na wala silang formal education about politics, eh, okay lang basta alam nila ang hinaing ng kanilang nasasakupan. Kung ganito ba naman ang pag-iisip, aba, lulubog talaga ang bansa natin.     Sa isang propesyon na gusto nating pasukan, hindi naman sapat na emosyon lang at sariling adhikain ang ating paiiralin. Kailangan natin ng sapat na kaalaman lalo na sa mga propesyong ginamit ang taumbayan sa pagpapasya.     Ang pagtakbo sa pulitika ay katulad lang din ng pagiging doctor or lawyer. Sa dalawang propesyon na 'to, nangangailangan ng matinding pag-aaral. May board at bar exams pa. Kapag hindi ka qualified, hindi ka makakaabot sa titulo na gusto mong ihain sa sarili mo. Baka kapag naging doktor ka, tapos hindi mo alam ang procedures at ...

    ALPHABET SERIES /part 4/  " Siguro nga sasalungat ang ulan kapag sinabi kong katulad ito ng mga luhang nakita ko."     Sa tuwing lalabas ako ng bahay, sinasaisip ko palagi ang mga magagandang posibilidad na mangyayari sa isang araw, THINKING OF POSITIVE THINGS ika nga. At ngayon ngang araw na ito, nandito muli ako sa harap ng bahay namin, syempre balik sa dating gawi...     Inhale.     Exhale.     Kalimutan ang kalungkutan.     Isuot ang ngiti.       Sabay salpak ng dumadagundong na musika sa aking tenga. Sakto, tinutugtog sa mp3 player ko ang positive vibration ng paborito kong reggae band na Tropical Depression. Ayos, magiging maganda ang araw ko.     Pagkababa ko ng pedicab , ngiti agad ang ibinayad ko kay Manong Drayber sabay lakad papunta sa sakayan ng dyip. Ang daming pasahero . Rush hour kasi ng umagang 'yon pero nakakita pa ri...

  ALPHABET SERIES /part 3/   Joyful tears cascaded down my cheek,     as the striking piece of memory pops like a gee.     The calendar was still ringing with mental traces,     while the history of my timeline presents. In this 6-cycle carousel, where laughter are dancing with the wind, where colts are running with a hard tail  of course hair, where old folks are turning like 7-year old kids. "  I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes." Carl Sandburg declared. " The future is purchased by the present." Samuel Johnson said. " When all else is lost, the future still remains." Christian Nestell Bovee cited. But for me, all would have treasured in the end.     Singing the lullaby of the ended days,     Pursuing to locked in the invented brains.     It maybe a child's game,     but happiness are all the same. ...