The Sweetness of Being Broke

              What does a man think of a woman when he leave her speechless, hanging, and shattered?

Broke. Yes,just simply broke. B-R-O-K-E, it takes a five-letter word only. Does it matter that much?

             It doesn't. I am telling this to you, man! Who cares? If you have done it for the first time on early stage, that's better. Pain. Questions. Doubts. Of course, this will pass. I know. I have gone through  with all the versions of  melodramas in a relationship. Here was the story of rich boy met poor girl. Am Boy loved Pinay lady. Teacher- student whirlwind romance took over. They run in circle. Love grows, dies, and reborn and numbs, fatal death lures. The rituals of absorbing the pain, of crying out loud in the middle of the night, of  locking up your self to the world, of losing the power to hygienic aroma, and of running  away, anywhere, anyways are psychologically- proven  and tested by unique entities. They become unique because they bestowed the power to perceive the  beauty of being broke. The sweetness of the pain it caused  by any woman. Once, a woman sees her innate character in times of love adversities, she is rightfully to be called as a win-woman. That man who left her? His bound to be in an oblivion. He can reconcile with Hades or even bribe the messenger for an "ololong". Ha-ha! Sly. Meanish. What cha ma call it, B-R-O-K-E?

I am proud of my heart . It is been played, cheated, burned, and broken. But somehow, it still works. I am a beautiful woman.

            Aah, not anymore. A woman is unfit for the title. A woman of today is bound to be broke-free. No more side swings and sleepless nights. A Woman is stronger, fiercer, and bolder.  A Woman knows when to say  Stop, Look, and Listen. A  Woman is a maker of her own destiny. If any man  desires to fall her in love, so she has the idea already that it will eventually fall out of love, later or sooner. Only the maker can tell. But what is truly sure of, is her  openness to the possibility that it takes rarely a woman to find such an eternal man that will be at her side at all times, in all places, and in all ways.

               

Random thoughts with random outputs

strike it out!

cinderella pact, what's your number? my best friend's girlfriend.the back-up plan.montecarlo.meet sally.bad teacher.from prada to nada.

these  words that I jotted down had something to do with somebody's  life.
Few days from now, I have to write something more scholarly and  educational for  amateur writer's like me. just scribbling and tinkering my key boards to squeeze my erroneous and hyper-psychotic mind (grossly defined  by my brainless brain).

so far, down to the edges of my thoughts, i 'll leave you hangin' . just hooked up when the sun's up.

before il sign off, never forget to  smile and learn to appreciate the minutest, ugliest, least important thing and person that you have  IN right now. who know's  this might be your last minute to appreciate them and thank the happiness and sadness they had caused you.
    
      sayonara!adios!hasta luego!

heart strings

A PIECE OF CAKE
Mayet Delgado

I woke up to find the whole place enveloped in a mist. It had been a strange, cold night. Newfangled to the climate, my heart skipped a beat and before I knew it, I slept with a thick comforter, a jacket, and several pillows covered peculiarly on my face. “What happened? Why is it too dark here? Did someone turn the lights off?”,countless questions I threw up to my boardmate unhesitantly, regardless of our age gap. “Nope, it’s a matter of waking up on the wrong side of your bed. You are hallucinating, girl!,she poked.
Embarrassed as I am, my eyes turned misty like a water vapor cloud that resembles in the sky during rainy days. I don’t understand, I feel I am torn between two things at that moment: either to abhor that woman or just simply understand her patiently. Which is which, still, the situation left me in a state of confusion. Thus, I fixed myself and took my literature book, scanned the pages rashly until it completely tear down. My boardmate, being too vigilant of my actions approached me in a ravaging manner and Boom! We both dehumanized after our ends meet. I never talk to her a couple of weeks. We both spent our days silently like a deaf-mute creatures living in a crippled world. Life is meaningless for we both resist changes in ourselves. No one is willing to accept mistake because we are too ARROGANT. No one is willing to surrender in behalf of PEACE because we highly disregard RESPECT. One thing we had in common: We pronounced HUMAN PERFECTIONS.

On the following night, I leave my life open for RECONCILIATION. I took a piece of paper from my drawer and wrote Kahlil Gibran’s famous adage: “Does the song of the sea end at the shore, or to those people who listens to it?” Then, on the last space, I marked the word “PEACE?” beside my name and signed it with my precious signature. That’s how our friendship started. And from that peace offering, I discovered how rarely she grows of not becoming a woman of mediocrity. From her, I learned the best touching story I’ve ever heard from tale bearers…Her mother is a cobbler. At a very young age, her father deserted them, thereby; the painful circumstance motivates her mother to mend other people’s shoes as a source of living. Despite of poverty, she finished high school with flying colors and grabbed college diploma with remarkable scholastic records. Indeed, she is blessed with intellectual wits not to mention her numerous published articles that perpetuates under a fictitious name. To her, writing is a hobby, a leisure- time activity pursued for pleasure. She writes because she wants to entertain people who suffered from dangerous heart operation. She always believes that in one’s life, we need a nurse.
“MY mother had once a nurse, not only to me, but as well as other people’s lives most importantly to those who can not afford buying a new pair of shoes. She just offered her service for free”, my board mate muses over as she took her cap and placed it on her head neatly.
Perhaps, I run-out of words, so I asked a boomerang question. “What about the ASEAN Summit, do you think our government officials will also need a nurse to clean- up the mess?” She replied, “better not, what they need is a piece of cake to ensure not waking up on the wrong side of their beds”. And I muttered, “what if the baker won’t bake a piece of cake for them? It’s holiday, you know!” She smiled back at me leaving my protest unanswered and turned away. As I gazed upon her, I saw my own reflection. I could have been like her If only I struggle the skirmish battles and learned to overcome every trials in life. I would be happier if I choose to live a life without pretensions. My board mate taught me the best lesson in life. And from her I become pliant.
The next morning, a new light cast vibrant beams inside my room and I saw the piece of cake placed on my table. A note was inserted on the plate and I read it: The baker bakes a cake because ASEAN SUMMIT is resume due to weather update.
Isn’t it amazing? Change, is indeed the only permanent thing in this world. So, why not change for the best instead of getting worst?

forwarded poetry

It's about Germana's Poetry

Tunok sa Txt-txt
By: Germana Cosido

Ang cellphone nga pirming unlimited
Pastilan ! Piligro ….maguba kini
Ug sama sa hangin, mulupad ang mensahe,
Kung ang text tubayan, mahimong tunok sa dughan,
Maglimbagay ka sa kahapdus, maghagiros ka.
Kung ang imong kamot magkapuliki sa pagtulpok sa letrang ABC…
Magngul-ngul, mag-umido ang kasakit –musampak sa turnilyo.
Inanay manuhut-suhut sa unod,mukutkut sa bukog.
Dayon kung imong pangutan-on ang tawu nga wala’y lingaw
Lisud ang kinataw-an, bugal-bugalan ka bisag imong kaila pa,
Apan hibaw-i, kung ang kasingkasing masamdan,lisud ang pag-alim sa tunok..
Lisud ang pagpahiyom kay ang kala nagpabiling nag-umido
Ug nag-uylap.matag pitik sa kasing-kasing, mag anam ug pagdulot ang tunok
Magdagan-dagan subay sa kaugatan diin nagagikan sa cellphone nga imong gikuptan
Di pod mahimong ilambus sa semento ug sa bato
Kay kini anugon man, lisud pod buslotan kay dili gihapon kini mawani sa katui-gan.
Di gani mahimong operahan ug itumar’g tambal
Nilamay na sa kinatibuk-an.
Makutaw gyud ang imomg utok, ug matag tulpok sa huna-huna
Luha milugmaw, kay ang text-text makadugmok sa pagsalig nga unlimited
Ang kayo mulabay sama sa hangin nga nagkaway-kaway sa tumang pagmahay.
Igo na lang sila’ng mangagho! Kay lisod na pabalikon ang mensahe kay na send na kini.
Ang katui-gan motam-ok man sa agi-anan,
Apan ang tunok nagpabiling buhing handumanan sa kayo nga giabusaran.


Gamhanang Gugma

Nganong gamhanan ka man Gugma?
Kinsa ug unsa ka ba nga daghan man ang nangalingla?

Mga batan-on,maulitawu man o dalaga nagkaproblema.
Pastilan, dili gyud basta-basta!

Ingon ana kana ba ka-gamhanan nga nakabig mo man ang kasing-kasing sa tagsa-tagsa?
Unsa ma’y imong karisma aron maangkon ang bulawan’g hugyaw sa tanang katawhan?

Gugma! O gugma! Pisti,gi-atay ka! Nganong ingon ka man ni-ini katingala?
Wala kay batasan, ang kaputli sa imong inahan apil mong gibi-ay bi-ayan.

Pagbaton ug kaikog kay hinumdumi: ikaw ang Gugma nga gibalaan sa Niya!


GUNITI KO NAY SAMTANG NAGLAKAW TA SA SIMBAHAN

Guniti ko Nay samtang naglakaw ta sa simbahan
Kusga ug samut,kanang imong mga lakang
I-undak ang imung mga tiil aron mapalid
Ang mga laya nga dahon
nga nag-ali sa atong agi-anan.
Sa mga lim-aw nga atong malabyan,
Guniti ang akong kamot arun dili ko nimo mabiyaan.
Ug ang ka-init sa imong palad, mulagbas sa akong kasing-kasing.
Pikpika kining akong bukobuko,
Ug paminawa ang hinagubtub sa akong dughan.
Sa mga libaong unya nga atong maagi-an,hugta unya ako sa paggakos,
Aron mabatyagan ko ang pinitik sa imong kasingkasing.
Dayon samtang magtungas kita, sa kabulihan puniton ta ang puti nga bato ug ilabay sa naggukod nga iro aron mangatras sila sa kahadlok.
Padayon kita sa paglakaw dala ang puti nga bato nga maoy atong taming
Dayon samtang hapit na kita maabot sa simbahan,manghugas kita sa atong mga kamot ug tiil aron matangtang ang abog nga namilit sa atong panit.

Ug sa maka-usang higayon, kalit nga mibidlisiw ang adlaw nga mapahiyumong naglantaw diri kanako…


Ang silaw sa kahayag, nagdan-ag sa maayong kaugmaon!

aloha!

sus grabe na jud ni...to the max akung praktis binisaya kay feeling naku kun mag iningllis ku,nag-luib na ku sa tung nasud.ay, ana jud basta maka maistru ka ni Dr. Angel Pesirla..
piru sa lain pa,ininglis sa ku ha mga kafatid,i feel guilty in my situation right now.my friend,jenny told me yesterday that im the brutest student she ever met throughout her life daw..well, it's just like this..my teacher in creative writing did a sort of activity in the class and i admit, i dont like it...perhaps, he never get the right punch in getting my attention.my teacher is a very nice,intelligent and kind teacher in the institution baya ..,favorite man ta naku ang subject nga creative writing but because of what i did, something have change..jenny was right,perhaps im too insensitive with regards to others feelings..what i did in the class? i just simply nagged him in the middle of his discussion.i hate myself not because i nagged him,i hate myself not because i feel indifference from my new classmates..i hate because of my insecurities..insecurities that i can not tell anybody..its the dreadest thing that i beware myself to talk about. well, my principles in life is one great factor why i acted like a frigid woman..but they've said:better late than never..it's my challenge..i want to get back my real self..i want to let go those negative experiences i have had last summer..to hell that incident! it shattered my whole being..i lost my friends..im quite far from them,i miss their laughs and chills(sometimes labi na kun boring na ang topic) hay, buhay...sana may blessing galing sa heaven..lord malu uy sad ka...

hush, baby, hush!

Let's get personal...

there was a major point of my life when i underwent tragic identity crisis..i searched the meaning of my life which eventually ends up to more complicated circumstances..good thing that i was blessed with lovable buddies and supportive family. now, im glad to face every trials in life..they say, failures is a part of natural tendency..so why dread of failures when it happens to every man? medals, plaques,recognitions? those are not so valuable in life..coz time will come that your deeds will weigh mostly at the end.. when you're at the peak of facing up the vastness of oblivion.
i have several dreams in life including long-term goals: to achieve my dream career..that is to be a part-time journalist with my own educational books sponsored in a certain government institutions for the youngsters educational enhancement..afterwards, landing on college teaching discipline will surely comes in..well nothing's impossible with god's perfect plans,right? determination, perseverance.patience and confidence will be the secret formula towards success..by this time, let me..share something (about my intimate moments )..
I DONT HAVE ANY BOYFRIEND..not yet, please understand..certified old-maid to be baya ko! tarosh..