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naghimo kog poem para mapost diri..
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naunsa?!?
guwapo pa naman toh na poem..
nah@! wala na akong momentum...
hmpphh..so much for posting a poem for the first time...
(my assignment for my RIZAL...)
A History of a Mother
The story of Sisa touched me ever since the first time I have read the Noli Me Tangere. In the novel, Sisa was a mother of two sextons, Basilio and Crispin. Crispin, the younger child, was accused of stealing. He was then punished by the head sexton and by the kura. Luckily, Basilio had the chance to escape and went home to his mother. He then asked his mother to fetch his brother at the kumbento. When Sisa asked for her missing child, she was shooed away. She went home and was caught by two guardia civil. She was sent to the kuwartel but was soon released home. There, she looked for her son Basilio, but found a piece of cloth with a blood stain on it. It was her son’s. She went to Pilosopo Tasyo, but found his house empty. She looked for her sons. She called for them. She was found astray in the streets. She became crazy.
Sisa became crazy not because of the pitiful events that happened to her sons. The oppression of society killed her soft heart. The gap between the rich and the poor can be comparable with Sisa’s story. Sisa was a representation of every Filipino during the decadent time. But most importantly, Sisa represents a mother, crying out loud for the justice of her two sons, who were forever lost in the bosom of their mother’s love.
I have chosen this part of the Noli because I believe that it is highly significant of today’s issues. Last night I was watching the news and was touched by an interview with the mother’s of two students who were killed because of fraternity hazings in one of the leading universities in the country. The mothers of Criz Mendez and another were crying for justice for their two sons. Their stories touched me and inspired me to tackle this on my essay. I remembered Sisa.
Parents would never want anything bad to happen to their children. They send them to the best schools and trust that after four years or so, they will see them marching up getting their diplomas. And with the news of their sons dying with a non-sense form of death, I think it’s time to make a stand. Underground fraternities must be given thorough investigation of colleges and universities. We cannot afford to loose lives of children. We cannot afford to loose sons. Mothers and fathers, together, must fervently hope that their children are in good hands. Children must always do and be obedient to their parents. Lastly, I hope I will not see another Sisa, crying out for her sons.
And we are supposed to do a writing exercise right now..
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Cge na...quick post lang po eh..
Stressed out!
My day did not really start well. I woke up starving. It had been like this for more than a month now. Our LPG had been consumed and my housemate and I opt not to buy a new one yet. The result—an empty stomach every morning.
I am not enjoying my school as of now. I am always tired. My grades are low. Just this morning, I had a really bad headache, maybe from skipping breakfast. But it did not stop there. I received a really bad score from a test to which I studied hard. It was depressing. I did not expect to cry over it. But it was hard to confine the emotion which built up into my lungs. Thanks to Joanne for consoling me.
We are busy in Kalasag. We are always busy in Kalasag. Imagine catering to almost two thousand students. Trying to make a yearbook within a year is a no joke! Sorting up ledgers, encoding the profiles of graduates you don’t even know, laying-out…work, work, work. It has been stressful.
The pressure brought about by my major subjects is hard to keep up. I have a music video to think about. I also have this Rizal-thing that is literally taking over my life for the past two weeks now. Imagine memorizing a 14-stanza poem for six days. Not to mention a four-stanza poem to be submitted tomorrow. Just writing about it, makes me want to disappear right now.
I admit I am not perfect. Although I say I am an optimist, something at the back of my mind says I am nothing. Compared to my classmates, I know I am not one of those who top our class. I find it hard to balance and my other activities. Due to my commitment with the annual, my time is always divided. Being the literary editor, I am responsible in making a concise and fact-updated yearbook.
I noticed that my health is deteriorating. Last Sunday, I find it hard to breathe even for just a few-meters run. My heart began to race so fast. I thought I was dying. I had to supply myself with vitamins just to keep up with my daily strenuous life.
It has been hard. Everyday I wake up, not wanting to get up.
But despite everything, I am still holding on.
I have no choice. Maybe I have. But I just can’t simply surrender.
I received a text message from my mom just this afternoon. She said she already deposited my tuition fee plus my allowance. Who would not be guilty with that? My parents have been so good to me. All I can pay them back is good grades and a daughter with a positive disposition.
I am okay. I’m supposed to be okay. Maybe I just have to assess myself. Lord knows how I will pass through this shaking. Lord knows. He always knows.
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