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My Most Tragic Experience

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Thu, 16 May 2013 07:36:00 +0000

This is a family story shared and written by Jovie Payusan, a BPE student of Western Mindanao State Univeersity (WMSU), Zamboanga City. Enjoy...

By the first week of November, 2005.I was 11, an elementary graduating student from San Jose Central School, Basilan Province. I have noticed that my father, Lorenzo Payusan who was employed from one of the companies in our province, behaved in different way from his usual behavior. He tend to act oddly things like smiling and talking alone, uttering unpleasant words to my mother and accusing her for having other men. Those behaviors of him made me realized that there was something wrong in him. I shared my observations to my mother and she said that she observed the same thing. At first, only the two of us knew what’s going on with him. We didn't care about it, we were afraid to accept the fact that he was out of his mind.

My two brothers Lorenzo and Jim were staying on my cousins’ house, Maureen. Lorenzo the older one, stops schooling after he graduated his high school while Jim, next to him, was a fourth year high school that time, shocked or should I say they became speechless for a while when I've told them the situation of our father. They hardly believed what I’ve said, “then for you to believe, see him” I said.

As I watched them approaching towards my father, their eyes seemed like the eyes of a child crying for his mother to leave. I thought they were stronger than me, because they were boys but I was wrong. My mother started crying too. I tried to become tough than I could but I can no longer resist it. The tears in my eyes burst while my mind started to rewind all the memories we’ve shared with my father like lying on the floor while my head was on his arm, took care of me when I got sick and etc.

He was my best friend, my companion and most of all my beloved father. And now that man was here in front of me smiling on the air, talking to nobody but nobody’s there. He looks very pathetic on his condition.

I asked “Nganong kami pa man pagkadaghang tawo sa kalibutan nganu kami pa, pobre pa jud.” (Why us, of all the people in the world, why us, we are so poor.)

I keep on praying to the lord to heal my father but nothing had happened. As days passed, my mind started questioning ‘Is there really God?’ why he didn’t do anything to help my father. My father acts violently like shouting outside the house. Some of our neighbors asked’ what happened to your father? Is he insane?’’.Hearing the word insane really breaks my heart, I shouted ‘who cares’’. I cried again.

We brought him to the ‘albularyos’ (quack doctors) but nothing happened rather his condition became worst. With the help of some of my kind-hearted neighbors, they gave us advice that we should asked help to the company where he works. We have received some benefits from the company .We brought him to the Zamboanga Medical Center. We found out that he was suffering from Psychotic Disorder and confined there for one week .When he got home he seemed to be okay, but after a week we can no longer provide him his daily medicine because of financial problem.

Again he started to do things that were unusual for a normal person. That’s why, my two brothers tried to find a job to help provide our needs. It’s like a blessing in disguise when my cousin’s husband a foreman, need two budders on the rubber factory where he works. He automatically recommends my brothers and fortunately they were hired. Both of them earned a salary out of that, and have supported my fathers’ maintenance medicine. The recovery of my father went smoothly and has been cured after a year but sad to say until now he was still in taking his daily medicine in a small dosage.

Nowadays, we are staying with my sister’s house since her husband died a year ago. From that experience I’ve realized that in every problem we may encounter there’s always a solution.Dont blame God for having that problem instead thanks him for sharing it to you, why? Because problems act as a factor for you to fight to become stronger and tough than you ever think. THANKS GOD.WE SURVIVED.

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Walang Katapusan

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 03:24:00 +0000

Naaalala ko pa

No'ng una tayong nagkita

Para kang isang magandang diwata

Hinahanap-hanap ka

Ng aking mga mata

Simula nong tayo’y magkasama

Ang buhay ko ay puno ng sigla

Para kang Rebisco

‘Ang sarap ng feeling ko!’

Lagi kong dinarasal

Sa Poong Maykapal

Na sana'y ‘wag na matapos ito

Oh sinta ko!

‘Wag mo akong iiwan

Sapagkat sa puso ko’y

Ikaw ang nilalaman

Hinding-hindi kita

Ipagpapalit nimo man

Dahil ang puso ko

Ay sayo lamang nakalaan

Simula noong nagmahal ako

Ng gaya mo

Ang puso’t isip ko ay

Nasa sayo

Pero kahit mayroon kang iba

Minahal pa rin kita ng sobra

Gusto kitang makasama ngunit

Wala ka

‘Di ko alam kung bakit

Minahal kita ng sobra

Ngunit masaya ako

Kapag ikaw na ang kasama

Para kang bituin

Sa kalangitan na gusto kong mahawakan

Pinapasaya mo ako

Sa oras ng aking kalungkutan

Kahit ilang pasko

Ang hihintayin ko

Bumalik ka lng sa piling ko

Pinagpala ang makilala ka

Ikaw ang dahilan

Kung ba’t ako masaya

Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat

Ako’y iyong kinalimutan

Para akong tanga

Nagmamahal pa rin

Kahit nasasaktan

Sapagkat nagbago ang lahat

Dahil sa iyong pinakita

Di na ako nag-aalangan

Na ibuhos ng buo

Ang batid ng aking nararamdaman

Tanging hiling ko'y

Sana, 'di tayo humantong sa katapusan

Dahil ang pinapangarap ko

Ay walang hanggang

Pagmamahalan

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About the Poem

This poem "Walang Katapusan" is a tagalog poem inspired by love. A love that transpires emotional desire to a holistic note. Inspired by the wonderful love story of Richmond and Michelle.

Read more of free my tagalog poems here.

The Pride of Tomorrow

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 03:08:00 +0000

(A class prophesy for the high school batch 2013-2014 of Bethany Child Development Center, Zamboanga City)

The rays of the sun outside my windowpane create bright lines to my marble ceiling that reflects directly to my closed eyes. I was awakened by the bright sunlight! The curtains are swaying as the cool summer breeze enters to my room. It was a cool bright Sunday morning. That was the brightest day I ever had ever since the snow has gone. That was one Sunday, one cool summer, one great morning of my life since I went back to my hometown after my sojourn to the city that never sleeps – New York.

Outside, were a number of cute little children playing on the playgrounds. Only laughter and trace of their shoes on the grasses are the signs of complete joy and harmony with these little children. They were orphaned, seeking complete love, care and happiness. And it was I who fill them.

It was almost 8:00 o’clock, and I must have to prepare for a morning session of praising God through his words by teaching those little children in the orphanage. On the hallway of the 6 storey building to the church, I met Peter Gabriel Encarnacion, the founder of the orphanage. It was he who invited me to visit his foundation here in Zamboanga.

“Wow! Good morning dear. How was your sleep? Haven’t you recovered yet from jetlag?” He said.

I smiled and said, “Yeah pretty cool. I really love watching children in joy.” We were walking together in the aisle of the hallway. “I’m meeting them in a while. I’m excited to meet them personally.”

While walking with Peter, I saw beautiful and stunning paintings on the wall. I stopped and scrutinized the beauty of art. I was surprised and amazed by the signature on it – Kendrick Fernandez. A painter now? Wow, that was marvelous. No doubt, because while I was in New York before, I heard him passed the exam. He is a painter and an architect. So overwhelming!

Anyway, I must go on. I will be late.

The children welcomed me with pure smile. That indicates that they were raised properly with complete motherhood and parental care by Ms. Blessie Mansilla who is now Encarnacion since she is the wife of the founder Peter. They got married after she got her degree in medicine, and devote herself to manage the orphanage that her husband, Peter, has founded.

It was already 9:00 o’clock and the session should have started but some of the children were gone and they were out in the teaching room. I heard the melodious Godly praises of the choir from the church in the next building. Those were the voices of adults. The place was not so familiar to me since that was my first time to visit the Encarnacion Orphanage. So, I was confused where the children went. They must have to attend the Sunday school.

I looked around, they were not in the playground. They were not in the lobby. They were not in their rooms. So, where were they? They were gone. They will be late.

In my surprised, I found them at the sofa of the accommodation room watching at the flat screened high definition TV, that Mary Angelique Anova – a business woman- had donated, the TV program was a Sunday morning program, a talent search show hosted by the most popular breakdancers, Al- Aikeen Alam and Al-Ameer Abdurahman. The children said those people were their idolized dancers and some of them proud to become one sooner in one of these days. I was totally amazed. Then I lead them to the Sunday class for the others were waiting for them, so the session could begin.

The Sunday school ended.

I felt tired the whole day inside the orphanage playing around with the children. So, I sneaked to my room and napped for a while for I am planning to roam around the city of Zamboanga.

It was years ago that I have eaten kwek-kwek in the boulevard that now are of huge buildings and first class establishments. Tricycles before going to pueblo are now air-conditioned high-tech taxis and they are owned by the most successful man in land transportation industry - Mr. Deneb Tan. The ugly airport before is now is as big as of NAIA and they are accommodating direct flights to US and Europe – the Zamboanga Airlines which is owned by the Multi-Billionaire Febryan Castañeda. And the old Garden Orchid Hotel was bought by Albert Paolo Granaderos and now renovated as one of the tallest buildings in the country serving most delicious dishes and five star accommodation made possible by the hand of the ever creative and international awardee individual in the person of Chef Eve Therese Monsanto with the genuine idea of the ever thoughtful executive manager Miss Nichole Ezekiel Marcial. The renovation of the building, was done by well-known Engineer Michael Angelo Ho, who was married to a doctor Sheena Mae Agbulos who transformed Zamboanga into a more healthful environment. She offered cheap but of quality health services to the less fortunate Zamboangeños. Together with her dynamic beautiful nurses who came home from Dubai and desired to serve their own country, they were Jasmeen Yusah, Kriztine Clairence Mirasol and Ermelou Caluscusin together with the ever famed surgeon Dr. Rhea Cristhee Tan.

It was years that I was not here, but everything has changed. Wow. I can’t really believe it. Zamboanga before is not the Zamboanga now. Amazing! It feels like I am in a new environment of the new adventure. My poor hometown before now becomes a city of fantasy where prosperity and wealth abound.

“Buenas dias, Doc!” Mr. David Manuel-Sarail, one of my teachers before in Bethany, jokingly greeted me as I met him on the beverage section of the best grocery stores in the city. I was buying a tea that time. The name of the store was new to my conscience, and it seemed familiar – URO Mall. “Do you know the owner of this mall?” Mr. David asked. I never knew that it was owned by Mr. Renzo Joshua Uro, he was my classmate before. We were the students of Mr. David. Yeah, I remembered him. Surprising! I went out.

My visit to the orphanage was over, and I need to say goodbye to the children of the Encarnacion’s. With the memories that I had with them, it will surely inspire me to finish my book that I am writing as an accomplished pediatrician in New York. To experience the life of the little children brought me enough courage to pursue my goal and finish my pediatric research.

I left Zamboanga and went back again to the city that never sleeps to finish my research and to set back my time to the children who need my tender-loving-care in one of the best Children’s hospital in New York City.

All my bags are packed, and I was ready to go. Preparing myself to an early morning flight, I sat down in the sofa for a while and opened the TV. “The controversial hunk actor Angelo Delo Santos is confined at the Dean’s Medical Center due to cardiac arrest and ….” Reported the anchor of the Laxamana Break News (LBN Networks).

The Dean’s Medical Center that was mentioned in the TV broadcast was of James Dean Yee, a doctor, an international Cardiologist, is the favorite health center of most of the actors and actresses in show business. The Laxamana Break Networks, on the other hand was owned by Rixie Adrian Laxamana, who was married to Roxanne Santos, a successful lawyer.

Oops! It’s too late to watch the whole news, so I went to the airport for check in. While on the plain, I kept some notes on the pad that I put in my pocket earlier. I wrote, “May 28, 2025: Notes of the Day.” This is what I usually write when I take down note of the things I observed daily. Then I numbered it, “1. I will be leaving my country Philippines and bring the memories to New York.” Then I continue writing numbers 2, 3, 4, 5, and so on listing all the thoughts that I have in mind. The plane took off. I comforted myself on the plane’s seat.

I was seated near the window, beside me was the gorgeous lady; her name as she introduced me was Rebecca Thea Olivera, I saw her in travel magazines and now I met her personally. What an awesome experienced!

“Excuse me Ma’am, I am Jericho Richard Yee, your cabin steward.” He called up my attention for I was not listening to the instruction played on the speaker. “Please fasten your seatbelt for we are experiencing some mild turbulence.” He continued. “Do you have some concerns, Ma’am?” I can’t still get over of the things happening on the plain. Was I dreaming? I asked myself. Imagine, I sat beside Rebecca, a famous traveler? Gosh! I can’t really believe it!

“No. Nothing… Thank you!” I smiled to the handsome flight steward Jericho.

Clock turned. And several hours on the plain, several movies played on the screen. I get the magazine flipped on the back pocket of the plane seat. The magazine was one of the famous wedding magazines circulating worldwide; on the cover was an elegant pose of a highly paid animator; a model and an actress Miss Bianca Ellice Luistro. I opened the pages of the magazine, I was interested to read the feature article about the International Wedding coordinator. I was stunned to meet her for I was planning to get a very good wedding coordinator for my wedding. As I read her profile, she graduated her high school at Bethany in Zamboanga, wow, my alma mater, and she got numerous awards while studying in UP Diliman where she earned her masters’ degree in Education. She went to London and excelled in her career as a wedding coordinator. She was Fritzie-anne Enriquez. She is one of the successful women in history. I said to myself. I will meet her for my wedding. Then I silently laughed.

The Zamboanga Airlaines stopped over China because my flight was not direct to New York. I was so tired. I was hungry of course, because I did not eat my meal in the plane because I have an allergy of shrimps.

At the China International Airport, I looked for a nearby restaurant that was about 12:00 pm, so it was lunch time. I want soup. I was thirsty. I was hungry. I was exhausted. I saw Canda’s Filipino Style Cuisine, wow, that was great. A Filipino cuisine in China? Near the airport? Really? Yeah. That was owned by Chef Cherry Joy Canda, the cheerful chef who always puts smile to everything she cooks. I was full. “Maraming salamat chef!” As I say farewell to her after eating their house specialty, the Sinigang na Bangus.

I went back to the airport. Another flight, another plane, another people inside the plane. That was my connecting flight to New York. May 28, 2025, China, 1:15 pm.

“This is China Airlines, and the plane is about to take off. Please turn off all your electronic devices. We are about to take off at exactly 1:20 pm. Our current time is 1:16pm. And our flight destination is New York International Airport. This is Captain Christian John Salvador and my co-pilot Captain Dexter Abrigo. Wait for further instructions by our cabin assistants. Thank you!”

Everytime I boarded an airplane I always took note of the names of the pilot. Thus, I listed Captain Christian John Salvador and Captain Dexter Abrigo. Their names seemed familiar, and I know they areFilipinos but they are piloting international flights. In China? Amazing!

I got bored; I turned on the screen in front of my seat. I watched replays of the recorded basketball series of NBA, there I saw Ryan Christian Macaso , dribbling the ball for championship versus Miami Heat. The game got boring, I switched to music, to games, to movies, and switched back again. On my right side, a snappy and neat gentleman called the attention of my eyes, he was handsome masculine and somewhat cute. He was Mr. Cloyed Cruz, a young businessman heading for an entrepreneurial meeting in Nashville. “Our company is one of the leading companies endorsed by Taylor Swift – a clothing line industry.” He said. Our conversation didn’t last longer for we have nothing to talk to. I don’t want to open topics for him because I might destruct him. So, I enjoy myself reading the magazines. I fell a slept.

I heard the banging sound of the big cargo trucks, the chiming bells of the sidewalk music performers, the guitar, the drum, groove of the reggae music and the silhouette of the Metropolis is over head. I was already in New York.

I enjoyed reminiscing the memories of my childhood specially my high school days. Everytime I logged in to facebook, I always checked the page that my classmate Bhea Calapardo created before, who is an Engineer of her own construction firm now. Everytime I hear the word engineer she was one who first come to mind. She married now to Christian Jay Opulencia, who is also an engineer. They are such a happy married couple.

Not only them who became engineers, but also Mohammad Adrean Ebojo, and Mohammad Jadid Abdusalam Mangandog who were now in Singapore and in Malaysia. Mark Mondido now is in Canada, he really became a lawyer. I remembered before when we were high school that everytime I asked him what he wanted to be when he grow old he said “ Lawyer, a lawyer!” and now he became. I also remembered Roylan Bugay, that inspite of his family name, because “bugay” in Bisaya is naughty. And naughtiness is not himself. We can see him now as one of the most successful Certified Public Accountant. He really did well.

Those were just memories I have in mind, while sitting on my sofa from work. I stirred the cup of tea. Then I reminisced again.

I was 35 years old that time. I was done with my research and my book has been published and released worldwide. Many young medical practioners enjoyed reading my books. I published another book again and I continued my mission as a care provider of young children as a pediatrician. Several years later, I went back to the Philippines and wear the marriage ring. I got a wonderful son and a beautiful daughter. They were like me, they enjoy living Christian life.

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About this Creatives

This creatives "The Pride of Tomorrow" is a Class Prophecy, was written by me intended for the high school batch 2013-2014 of the Bethany Child Development Center (BCDC), Zamboanga City - presented during the Junior and Senior's Promenade night at Astoria Covention Hall, Astoria Regency, Zamboanga City last February 23, 2013.

When Love is Despair

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Fri, 15 Feb 2013 01:18:00 +0000

I choose to be alone

To forget the yesterdays that we had

Despair and regrets

Are the reasons of my aching heart

Is this what you call real love?

Full of melancholy

Of joy, where you are?

I remembered

The time

When we were still together

Our love was stronger

No pains, but laughter

I felt our heartbeats

Swimming in the ocean of joy

Cheerfulness, tenderness

Of real love

But now, where is it?

Every day, I kneelled

Full of hopes, be kindled

That a day would come

You’d tie my heart

The mischievousness of your love

No soul

Is it really my fault to love you?

Is it really my fault to know you?

Is it?

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This poem "When Love is Despair" is the translated version I wrote. The original version of this is the poem "Sa Dihang ang Gugma, Kasakit." I will be writing more free-verse Bisaya poetry soon, and of course with English translation. I will be happy to read critics on my work, please share some of your thoughts below. Thank you. Happy reading...

Sa Dihang ang Gugma, Kasakit

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Tue, 12 Feb 2013 03:35:00 +0000

Gipili kong mag inusara

Hikalimtan ang mga kagahapon ta

Kasakit ug pagbasol

Maoy unod ning dughan kong gapuol

Mao ba diay kini ang matood nga gugma?

Puro kasakit ug

Ang kalipay, diin ka?

Nahinumdoman ko

Ang mga panahong

sa dihang kita pa

Lig-on tang gugma

Wa’y kasakit puno sa pagkatawa

Gibati ko ang atong mga dughang

Galangoy sa dagat sa kalipay

Pagmaya, kalulot

Tim-os tang gugma

Apan karon hain na?

Adlaw-adlaw gapamalandong ko

Nanghinaot, nagpakaubos

Nga muabot ang adlaw

Dughan ko imong ihikot

Sa kasingkasing mong latagaw

Walay buot

Sala ko ba diay ang higugmaon ka?

Sala ko ba diay nga nakita ka?

Sala ko ba?

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More Bisaya poetry will be here soon. Thanks for reading my bisaya creatives.

Jon here.

Who Am I?

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Wed, 12 Sep 2012 08:36:00 +0000

“Wine is a mocker, strong drink is a brawler and whoever is led astray by it is not wise” – a strong proverb which I truly acquiesced. In this kaleidoscope, I try to elucidate my modest attempt to define what I mean by more than life and of how I enjoy it to the said fullness of my existence. More than that, I learn to define love, circumscribe actions, beau fait with problems and appreciate life as I am given the chance to enjoy it.

In the big bad world, I learned to be sober, to be thoughtful, solicitous and sympathetic. I learn to wear the wardrobe of being wild, feral and sometimes outrageous for all I know I need those to be me, to be like those men in the ecosphere with the names. I was once walking in an aisle garbed with an elegant smile with a fancy and modish - with pride. But in front of the crowd, my vision is vague. My ear cannot hear but my tongue is so smooth and swallows those precious words that supposed you do not deserve it to be heard. Of it, some may cherish and some forsake. Then I realized the arrogance is embedded with vain and if truth be told, it is otiose.

Pragmatically, in every morning the sun rises and drop simple rays on my face, I feel the innocence of my being a noble and magnanimous citizen. The spirit of smugness, of gallantry and boldness is in my hands as a tenant of the land where I belong; successor of my forefathers’ endeavour. And the treasure that they left behind is painted and forever will linger in my heart and soul until I never see the world is around playing with me. I am too ambitious, I admit. I want to catch the treasure of bar gold shining on top of the mountain. But I know it is never easy, even I know the secret pathways to get the gold; the quickest shortcut is to climb up on the cliff and the second is to ride on a cable car. I never choose any of those options for I know when there is bright, what comes next is the dark. Life is a painting that you need paints to add colours on it. And you cannot come up a very good painting if you do not choose the very good paints. Furthermore, love is an essential substance of molding your passion to achieve the fullness of life.

Life, in my own perspective, is the greatest treasure I ever had for it is the only reason of what I am now, where I am today, and how people ascertain me. Never in my wildest dream to shun, eschew or reject the sweet temptations of wine nor abstain and ignore from strong drinks but I am just poor enough to disobey and contravene the principles I am ought to follow. For I am raised-up and full-grown in relentlessly healthful environment where the courage of spirituality reigns in absolute modesty, I mean it. Putting my modesty aside, I am spiritually sober than my casual friends but I am not that profound enough, since I never know them beyond their daily lives. Contrariwise, I know they are compassionate, sympathetic and kind.

I see myself as a foe sometimes when I hate to be alone. It is maybe because I do not try myself to see the world on the other way around. Even I seem to be a lucky tyke called to be a man, having a life with complete affection, I am sometimes insecure – insecure of the vague things I consider uncertain. Out of this uncertainty, I feel unfruitful and vain by which this is somehow, I believed, the reason why I am ashamed to face the world. I am vain and I think I am incapable of that certain thing. I am vain and I think they are better than me. I am vain and I think I am hopeless. Hopeless of the relationship to my love-ones. Hopeless of the reality to what and where I am now. Hopeless for my family. Hopeless. I am vain and I am hopeless. I think. And I want to get rid of these! That’s just fairly I mean.

On the other hand, I pragmatically believed that life is like a game by which several challenges will come along the way that you need to overcome in order to attain victory. Now I understand life and I know I am in the right path towards realization of my ever dreamed goal. I try to teach myself being more focus, obedient, resilience, and even more active to the things I believed I have the guts. I will love my own way of how I cherish the fullness of life. Plato once said, “The existentialism of man is to enjoy it to the fullest.”

Sometimes, I am down, oftentimes I am up. But most of the time I enjoy, I cherish and I love the real essence of the beauty of the fullness life. That’s Who Am I. So, do you?...

This is also published on Yahoo!

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About this Prose

I wrote this prose to define the real meaning of life I am enjoying now. What I see in life as what I am now, today. And of how I see life towards gaining wisdom from life's experiences.

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Paghanga

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Tue, 21 Aug 2012 06:05:00 +0000

Bakit? Bakit yan ang laging nakaukit

Sa puso Kong umiibig?

Bakit masyado kang manhid?

Di mo ba dibdib na akoy iyong napapaibig,---

sa tuwing mata mo’y nasa akin nakatitig?

Di man ako tulad ng isang bituing maningning

Ngunit mata ko nama’y nag niningning

'Pag ika’y nakikitang paparating;

Ano ba itong nangyayari sa akin---

Bakit gusto ko’y ika’y palaging isipin?

Ngayon ko lang napansin na ako pala’y in love na rin,

Ngunit ayaw kong sundin

Ang pinipintig ng damdamin,

Sapagkat alam ko kung saan 'to parating---

Ang emosyong pinipilit pang labanan

Dahil mas mabuting utak ang paiiralin

Kaysa ligalig na damdamin.

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My Best Quotation

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 30 Jul 2012 12:49:00 +0000

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About the Quotation
I created this quotation for I realized that there are times that we need to set boundaries of our lives towards other people. We should be nice, but sometimes it is not good to be nice all the time, because others will step-on to your pride.
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The Surreptitious Favour Contra Redress

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 23 Jul 2012 12:38:00 +0000

Hear your heart with a sweetness of joy and your mind blow with a modest pride.

In the big bad world, I learned to be sober, to be thoughtful, solicitous and sympathetic. I learn to wear the wardrobe of being wild, feral and sometimes outrageous for all I know I need those to be me, to be like those men in the ecosphere with the names. I was once walking in an aisle garbed with an elegant smile with a fancy and modish - with pride. But in front of the crowd, my vision is vague. My ear cannot hear but my tongue is so smooth and swallows those precious words that supposed you do not deserve it to be heard. Of it, some may cherish and some forsake. Then I realized the arrogance is embedded with vain and if truth be told, it is otiose.

Pragmatically, in every morning the sun rises and drop simple rays on my face, I feel the innocence of my being a noble and magnanimous citizen. The spirit of smugness, of gallantry and boldness is in my hands as a tenant of the land where I belong; successor of my forefathers’ endeavour. And the treasure that they left behind is painted and forever will linger in my heart and soul until I never see the world is around playing with me. I am too ambitious, I admit. I want to catch the treasure of bar gold shining on top of the mountain. But I know it is never easy, even I know the secret pathways to get the gold; the quickest shortcut is to climb up on the cliff and the second is to ride on a cable car. I never chose any of those options for I know when there is bright, there is darkness. Life is a painting that you need paints to add colours on it. And you cannot come up a very good painting if you do not choose the very good paints. Furthermore, love is an essential substance of molding your passion to achieve the fullness of life.

My modest attempt to define what I mean by more than love, instills me with thousands of noteworthy realization towards foreseeing the grounds of being a man of flora and fauna. I neither not ran a race with the world nor exodus reality but what I candidly yearn for is heart-full serenity. Not either wears a mask or frowns heartlessly but embrace humanity of their own uniqueness and rarity. Because I deemed every race, every mankind, every human deserves unselfish equity. Definitely, regardless of one’s personal description, what it takes to be a man is to accept man. Distinguishing the absolute meaning of love and sympathy pronounces the essence of the philosophical existentialism of man. With this, your personal goals and foretelling your future would be a plus of hitting the nail to its head. Pax – Irene – the goddess of Peace, shall reign.

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About this Prose

This creatives is a prose written by yours truly, Jon Page. This prose depicts my realization of how I understand life towards the modern world. You can add more description of this creatives base on what you've learned from it.Your comments is very welcome below.

In Ally’s Lair

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 04:25:00 +0000

Been in solitude for sometime

Keeping hands bold in lime,

Soaked in madness, tears’ wane ---

Body and soul - enormous vain.

Of hardships and sorrows, not fair a dare.

Challenges are not malevolent, though, is it fair?

Life may be fortuitous but mankind cares hitting the dot.

I neither not writhe nor feel the pain but catch the fish, not slain.

A day somewhere feel me better,

Those unforeseen turn if ever may come, stays forever---

Where days and nights, sunrise is brighter;

No boundaries of clouds and walls that block the horizon.

I learned the philosophy of life, to exist is not to exist.

No fear, no burdens – death and taxes is always.

To face realism, for others is paroxysm.

But for advocating change, the must is assent criticism.

Life’s hue would be roughly obscure, like a shadow of a rainbow in the rain.

It may be vague and sometimes so clear, varies the time when the weather is fair.

Say good night and listen harmonious lullabies – the omens of our adored grandparents;

Sing loud and follow the voices, to replenish the soul that burdened with fouls.

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The poem "In Ally's Lair" depicts my utmost emotion of how I see life behind the philosophy of man. What I am trying to emphasize on the poem is, everyone of us has its own unique stories to tell of how we enjoy life. But sometimes obstacles in life is always the mean of how we would strive hard to achieve success. We can't avoid challenges, we feel pain, we suffer burdens, tribulations and despair most especially when we are alone in life, and thinking of no one is behind us.

In the photo featured in this post, I stressed-out the quotation, "Make a heap of all your winnings but never breath a word about your loss." This means that whatever you have now, enjoy it. Count your blessing not your failures.

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First Love

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 11:50:00 +0000

I saw your face

In a crowded place

Never thought I’d fall

For someone as tall

You looked at me

With those silvery eyes

In a cold winter night

You make my heart so tight

Two years had passed

And the feelings won’t avast

You gave me butterflies

That I only feel in goodbyes

You took my heart

And threw it like a dart

If only I could meet someone new

I swear I will not think of you

I saw your face

In a crowded place

Never thought you’d leave And stole my heart like a thief

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The poem "First Love" is a guest post by April Rose Tabaloc, a student from Western Mindanao State University, Zamboanga City, Philippines.

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Poverty (Poem)

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 09:44:00 +0000

A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.

'Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
'Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty's lists.

And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!

Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.

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Admira

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Sun, 17 Jun 2012 06:02:00 +0000

(Admire)

Antes, cada iyo mira

Dimiyo corazon ta selebra

Todo el dia iyo ta pensa

Cuando tu conmigo mira

Era, puede tu senti

Mi corazon ta supri

Masquin pirmi iyo taqui

Dol nohay siempre sirbi

Pirmi etu na mi suenio

Pati na mi pensamiento

Bungul ya el mga santo

Na mi maga rezo

Ta admira iyo contigo

Ta admira etu na otro

Duele man este pensa

Necesita accepta

Un dia, ya pensa abla

Kay masquin cosa ay pasa

Necesita gayod abla

Contigo ta admira

Dialo ya cun hinde tu cre

Dialo ya cun etu ay re

Basta uno lang iyo sabe

Contigo lang gayod iyo kere

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My Sojourn to the Dilapidated Land

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 08:03:00 +0000

by Jonathan P. Acabo

A thoughtful and ideal mother never fails to scold her child whenever he committed mistakes. Moreover, a soldier must be keen enough to snap the attention of his sergeant or else he will be kissing the ground pushing-up. To define, you may call it DISCIPLINE.

Could you imagine a place where everyone is wearing delightful faces? A clean and thorough environment? Perfect and romantic atmosphere? Art is everywhere. It seems like great and small atoms are in place. Where you cannot find rags but riches neither shout but kisses nor trash but honesty.

Undeniably, discipline is raging all over the cities and even to the heart of every rural folks.

My soul was threatened with courage and enthusiasm as I noticed each every debris falling from their tragic memories. For despite of those extreme devastation, great destruction, even huge waves flash-out their land, they still stood up, yet in complete wealth.

Traffic? Is no-where you can find there? Even be-e-e-e-p is hear-less. Luxury delineate wealth, leave it on sidewalks and robbers will keep it; find it on ‘lost and found’ box. Ride-on and fasten your seat belt, relax, feel the comfort, enchant yourself with the beautiful wonders of nature outside your window. Wave your hands and exclaim, “Konnichiwa!”. Never be late. Bow.

The dilapidated land, is the land of adorable people where every pulse is bound with dignity and boldness. The land behind-borders of even severest turmoil their gallantry and determination withstand. As Dr. Jose Rizal said, it is the “Land of the Cherry Blossoms” which blooms in April and for many as known much, it is the “Land of the Rising Sun” is where I sojourned – the dilapidated land. The land where hospitality abound. The land of endless discovery. Japan.

This image is taken outside Nagoya Fire Department after the lecture session where we, the AICHI Group experienced amazing real feeling of how the wind and fire affect when earthquake or typhoon occur using high-tech demonstration facilities.

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The "My Sojourn to the Dilapidated Land" is an Oratorical piece written by Jon Page after his come back from Japan. He shares his awesome ideas, thoughts of how he defined Japan and its wonderful people.

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My Inspiration

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 13:11:00 +0000

A woman suffers from pain to be a mother,

A pain that puts her life in danger;

As she pushes the baby out from her womb,

She gives her all while her other foot is in the tomb.

She gives her young one’s milk to nourish,

And feed them with love, she’s not selfish;

A mother cuddles and caresses her child,

Sleepless nights she always abides.

A mother, who never complains, never regrets, never shames,

Her love is pure now and always be the same;

She’s not perfect but certainly a gift,

She never complains her job with no shift.

As you were born she felt happiness,

Not minding the nine months and labour pain she faces;

You are always and forever been her strength,

For sure it can’t be measured in any length.

So love her now and give her your all,

Offer to her your heart and your soul;

Never complain to her- She know what’s best

She’s just protecting you can’t you manifest?

Always trust her keep that in mind,

She’s only one in this world- no other mother you can find;

Believe her and bow down to her, bend your knees and salute her,

She’s the queen in your castle, an Empress in your empire, a candle in the dark-

No diamond, no gold, no riches can ever replace – My Mother.

Revenge

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Sun, 22 Apr 2012 04:41:00 +0000

Wrap with my innocence

In a world full of nuisance

With my heart trap of misery

I live my life with difficulty

Naive, weird, insensitive it may seem

Attention, care, pity I wanna feel

With my feelings numb for compassion

It’s hard to search to bring back the passion

Spare me with your love I beg

Love I longed my heart it yelled

No one seems to care

When love is only for you to share

Now I grow up and learn to stand

Pain, havoc, and insanity I can now understand

My hands will be trained to hold

Hold for justice that everyone will be told

I will be frim and strong

That cry and noise will be my song

When I walk to the roads of thorns

I’ll walk with trimph and break their horns

Evil made my life difficult

Innocent eyes will see their fault

Dim past will be cleared is my vision

Feel them my grief will be my mission

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You're The Reason Why?

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Fri, 20 Apr 2012 10:00:00 +0000

You're the reason why I stay up late...
.... because we're having good conversation yet.
You're the reason why I smiled unnoticed...
...because I was thinking of you.
You're the reason why I love you so...
...because you are there who love me too..

You're the reason why...

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Inspired by the sweet lovely couple, Jason and Nessa - my lovely friends.
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The Cruel Brother with a Sweet Kind

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 13:20:00 +0000

*Photo courtesy of PantherKut.

Frank pays no attention to what is being needed by his sister Diane. Frank is super obsessed to computer games and his friend. Diane is terribly shocked about the sudden change in the attitude of his big brother. Diane does the house hold chores and giving Frank the freedom to hang around with friends.

The next morning, upon arriving home from school, Diane gives her big brother a hug. Frank on the other hand didn't like what
Diane just did.

“Cant you see?! I’m busy with what I’m doing!! Can you please go in your room?”Frank shouted. Diane is now feeling like she wants to cry, so she went to her room and arrange the mess inside it.

“Diane? Big brother is really sorry about what happened a while ago!! It’s not my intention to shout but I guise I’m really much hungry and I couldn't think properly.” Frank said in a very convincing gesture. Diane knows that her big brother is not telling the truth but for the great love she have for the remaining family she will not mind it anyway Frank is responsible…Sometimes…

“It was nothing big brother!! It’s my fault that I surprised you! ” Diane said in a sad face.

“Thank you Sis… Because I feel dizzy can you please do the kitchen tonight? I don’t feel like I can do it myself!” Again Diane noticed the assumption that she will accept the favor that was asked by Frank.

“No big deal to me, but in return big brother can you do my project? I don’t know how to do it…” Diane heartedly begs that her big brother will grant her favor.

“When will be the due date of your project?” A moment she heard Frank asked, She respond “second week from now!” Diane answered.

“Ok!! Still far. We can manage it... ” After saying this Frank leave the room and continue what his been doing.

And at night Diane did all the household chores... Even they can afford to pay for a helper Frank decided not to hire one because they are only two and they can manage it.

The next morning, Diane woke up realizing the big mess in the kitchen. She wondered her eyes to every area of the kitchen and thought that her big brother has done it, but what else she can do? Frank is gone to school. So, she has no other choice but to clean the house before leaving.

She appreciates her big brother anyway. Frank tries his best to cook and clean the house but sad to say, he spends much time to his friends compare to his younger sister.

Diane always does the same routine until one day!

After school, she heads home straight and opens the room of her big brother and look for her project. She searched everywhere but she couldn't find her project. And she thought, “He forgets my project! I shouldn’t trust him with it in the first place…” she went to her room and recycled whatever needs she will used and collect every money that she earned.

Mean while… Frank just arrived home. His face is really scary, maybe because he lost the computer game he was addicted to. Diane examined the face of her big bother.

“Big brother… I needed my project to be submitted tomorrow?”

“Shut up... Diane will you!!” He exclaimed.

Diane suddenly trembled, “I will go to the store and by the materials that I will be need …” Diane said in a horrified face. Frank on the other hand did not realize the manner he used.

On the street, Diane was still shocked, until she accidentally bumps to a scary chubby kid.

“Give me your money or else I will punch you!!!” said the chubby kid.

Diane is now trembling in fear and she couldn't understand what the kid in front her saying. All the anger and tiredness strikes to her and she suddenly fell down to the ground.

Meanwhile in their house, Frank realized that Diane doesn't return home for the couple of hours. He decided to search for his sister. His heart is pounding too fast because he can’t see his sister to every corner of the street and even to her friend’s house. He really plead to God to return Diane home safe but even how much he plead he still cant find her.

*Photo courtesy of hypervocal.

“I should not allow her to go out alone!! Its my fault not being a responsible brother to my younger sister. Please God return home my sister safe and sound.. I promise I will do my duty in our house and will not go with my friends which really influenced me to do bad.” He silently wished.

Then their telephone ring and he answered it immediately.

Upon hearing the message, he rushed out and leaves the house. Frank head straight to the near clinic and found her sister sleeping in the bed.

“Ma’am… Thank you for saving my sister... I’m the one to blame. I did not take care of my sister.” He said in a very law tone.

Diane opened her eyes, “Big brother, pl-please allow me to buy the materials for my project.” Diane tried to stand up but she fails to and again she tries and Frank come near her.

“No!! I will do it for you huh! Please forgive your big brother. I promised I will become more responsible.” The nurse is silently watching over them wearing a happy face with the chubby kid in her side.

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What Love Is

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 04:05:00 +0000

Be with the one that makes you happy
The one that makes you smile,
The one that makes you laugh,
And each day worthwhile.
Live life for that moment,
Try hard to make it last,
Because life is too short.
So when you find love,
Don’t let it slip away,
Hold it forever,
And cherish it each day,
As long as you are happy,
That is what you should do,
Love that someone and let them know,
Before your life is through.

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The Nickname 'Darz'

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Fri, 23 Mar 2012 09:40:00 +0000

I’m so often at a loss
To find the words to tell them
How much they mean to me.

A day missing them
Would make me ill and gray,
The only pill that enlightens
My whole being today.

They are those people
Who will accept me for who I am,
Who understands me and
Love me with all their hearts.

DARZ!
You’re the best companion
That never leaves me alone
Until the night finally
Turns to dawn.

Thank Allah that I have found
A friends like them,
One of the few people who
I can consider as my real friend!

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Written by Zuhier Talib.

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Paradox of Life

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 09:31:00 +0000

Life is something you can not fake

you live and learn from each mistake

Sunny days or cloudy skies

Happy Greetings or Sad Goodbyes

So don't sit by and let time pass

but live each day like your last

This is something that you must do

if you expect to grow and stick it through

All the sadness all the pain wash

it away like the rain.

Fast or slow whatever your pace

take your time life is not a race.

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Unexpected Love

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Sat, 17 Mar 2012 07:47:00 +0000

Your smile too bright, blinds the sun

Your eyes tantalizing, send my heart to run

My heart, cold and hard soften by my lady

Days come and go, but feelings remain

Must I succumb to her beauty?

Must I let myself begin such ardent emotion?

For fear of decadence, on cold feet and lost

This persuasive heart against thoughts at despair

The freedom from the prison of eternal solitude

You appeared out of nowhere

I found you and felt relieved

Love found a home to stay

Your very existence occupies the void in me

Manipulating my illusion of sadness and regret

This feeble heart zealous fervor longing for love

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Forget You

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Wed, 14 Mar 2012 00:49:00 +0000

Forget his name, forget his face

Forget his kiss and warm embrace

Forget the loved that you once knew

Remember he has someone new

Forget him when they play your song

Forget you cried the whole night long

Forget how close you once were

Remember he has chosen her

Forget you memorized his walk

Forget the way he used to talk

Forget the things he used to say

Remember he’s gone away

Forget the laugh, forget the grin

Forget the dimple on his chin

Forget the time he held you tight

Remember his with her tonight

Forget the time that went so fast

Forget the love that now has passed

Forget he said I’d leave you never

Remember now he’s gone forever

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Til We Meet Again

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 09:45:00 +0000

Goodbye my love…

Farewell little white dove

‘Till we meet again in the paradise above.

Struggles have we faced

Pain that slowly emanate embraced.

Each crystal tears fell and raced.

You are the beauty blessed perfectly

Eyes of almonds, lips like cherry art beautifully

Tempting and eye snatching, scrutinized completely

Our love withstand time

Beyond mortals love we indulged

As one we beamed and shame

Forever is vague and impossible

You and I must let go of yesterday

Despite the pain of us not together

Same upon the old vast sky, close your eyes

Until we meet again…

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Ang Manok

noreply@blogger.com (Jonathan Page-Acabo) — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 06:32:00 +0000

Alam n’yo ba?
Alam n'yo ba?
Kung bakit ang manok ay naririnig tuwing umaga?
Dahil sila ang nagsisilbing orasan.

Noong unang panahon
Sila ang katulong ng ating
Mga ninuno,
Upang gumising sa tamang oras.

Sa madaling sabi,
Ang manok ay pinakamahalaga
Sa kanilang buhay
Na tanging isang himig na tiktilaok!!

Ang manok ay,
Parang tao rin
Na pwedeng bantay
At pwede din pansugal

At kung takipsilim na
Sila ay kakanta muli na,
Tiktilaok!!Tiktilaok!!
Tiktilaok!!...
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