Joey de Leon's Poem

a friend of mine posted sa FB about the controversy na kinasangkutan ni Willie Revilla once again.

ndi na kasi ako nakakanuod maxado ng TV dahil laging gabi na ang uwi ko from school. so i was bewildered when i saw his post:

"Willie Revillame SUCKS! Shame on you, you stupid arrogant fool!"

So tinanung ku xa kung what was that all about. then sabi nia panuorin ku daw sa YOUTUBE so pinanuod ku nga. then i was shocked dun sa napanuod ku.. how can he even say such words like that?! Yung taong sinasabihan nia nun ay yung mismong taong dahilan kung bakit may demokrasya tayo ngaun. kung bakit malaya taong nagagawa mga bagay na gus2 natin, kung bakit nasasabi natin mga personal ideas natin. at kung bakit ang media, katulad nia at ng programa nia, ay malayang nakakapag-ere ng kung anu man.

aside from the video about that, may nakita din akong ibang videos na animo'y dalawang tandang napinagsasabong sa harap ng maraming manunuod na pilipino! hindi ku naman maintindihan sa mga pilipino kung bakit nila lalo pang pinagiinit ang hidwaan sa dalawang partido na ito.

Laking bulaga ako.. solid! ni wala akong matandaang isang tanghali na wowowee ang pinapanuod ku habang nagtatanghalian. pwera nalang sa twing nakasakay ako sa bus at nakachannel 2 ang TV nila, wala naman ako magagawa dun.

pero sana hindi na gngwan pa ng kung ano mang issue ng fans at viewers ng dalawang noon-time show.

siguro ay hindi mali ang intension mu mr.revillame. MALI LANG ANG TIEMPO AT ANG MGA SALITANG GINAMIT MO PARA IPARATING ANG GUSTO MONG SABIHIN.

maging leksyon sana sa iyo na dahil isa kang TV personality dapat mas lalo kang maging maingat sa lahat ng sasabihin mo.

ang tulang mababasa sa baba ay gawa ni Joey de Leon na isa sa mga host ng Eat Bulaga!


The funeral cortege of former Pres. Cory Aquino: My tears came naturally

Wala na sa piling ng mga Pilipino,
Tinig ng awiting Mga Kababayan Ko,
At lumisan na rin noong isang Sabado,
Inang nagpalipad sa awiting Bayan Ko.
Ako'y sumasaludo, paalam Pangulo,
May isa 'kong lihim, kay tagal itinago,
Sa lahat nang inabot kong mga namuno,
Tanging ikaw lang sa luha ko'y nagpatulo.

Marami ang nalungkot sa iyong pagyao,
Magalang ang lahat at puno ng respeto,
Nagpasalamat pa nga Kapamilya sa 'yo,
Dahil kanilang himpilan naibalik mo.

Subalit ano itong nabalitaan ko?
Nangyari noong Lunes, a-tres ng Agosto,
Habang inililipat ang mga labi mo,
Ika'y parang nabastos sa isang TV show.

At ang napakasaklap at masakit dito,
Ang nambastos pa'y kapamilya ng anak mo,
Napanood ito ng tao at publiko,
Kakaunti na nga, ngunit lahat nahilo.
Sabi ng TV host na mainit ang ulo
Pagkakita sa video na kanyang kasalo,
"Sandali, meron akong ano... sa'ting ano...
Hindi naman sa ano," nagkaanu-ano!
Ayon sa Internet, meron pa s'yang nasambit,
"Sana pakitanggal muna 'yan sa'ting traffic..."
At 'di maaalis sa iyong pag-iisip,
Ang parada ng patay ang pinaliligpit!
At dagdag pa daw ng naghahari-harian,
"I don't think na dapat n'yong ipakita iyan..."
Nasaan naman ang paggalang, o nasaan?
Mga sinasabi natin minsa'y pag-ingatan.

At 'di pa nangimi nang sumunod na araw,
Pinilit pa ring ginawa n'ya ay tama raw,
Mga nakarinig 'di na nakagalaw
At ayon sa iba sila na la'y napa-wow!

"... Pero ako, totoo 'ko eh ... ", sabi kuno,
Totoo nga at totoo ring walang modo,
Pwede namang sabihin itong pa-sikreto,
Kaya't wala na rin mga paliwanag mo.

"Kung ganyan, pakita na lang 'yan!", ang hamon pa,
Para bang ang prusisyon nila-"lang - lang" lang ba,
Ang pangasiwaan ay pinapili pa n'ya,
Sumunod ang himpilan, nung August 5 wala s'ya.

May mga komentong pwede nang pang-harapan,
"On camera" baga sa TV ang tawag d'yan
At kung sensitibo man ang gustong bitawan,
Pagpasok ng commercial, hintayin mo na lang.

Matutong magbaba muna ng mikropono
At saka idikta lahat ng iyong gusto,
Lagi kang mataas lahat daw takot sa 'yo,
Ratings lang ang mababa — totoo ba ito?

The breaking news breaks your heart — at 'yan ang bawi mo,
Nang mahalata mong sumablay ang pasok mo,
Pero sigurado ika'y maa-abswelto,
'Di ba ikaw rin ang may-ari ng network n'yo?
Nung Hueves nag-apologize sa diario naman,
O, akala ko ba wala kang kasalanan,
Tapos ng angalan, sunod paliwanagan —
COMPLAIN before you EXPLAIN ka na naman!
O ito kaya ay isa na namang "glitch" lang,
Tulad ng "two-zero" 'di na natin nalaman,
O ito ay maliwanag na kabobohan?
Sa tingin ng marami, mahirap lusutan.

Ang sabi ng iba — istupidong mayabang,
At giit ng iba — istupidong mayaman,
Mayaman man o mayabang ang tiyak diyan,
Napakayaman n'ya sa kaistupiduhan.

Buti pa ang apat na honor guards ni Cory —
Sina Malab, Laguindan, Rodriguez, Cadiente,
Walong oras tumayo sa ulan at viaje,
Ang lahat ay tiniis at walang sinabi.

Samantalang ikaw na may bubong sa ulo,
Komportable ka lang sa malamig na studio,
Nang kapirasong libing sa TV sumalo,
Angal at inis ang sumambulat sa iyo.

Maaari din namang pabayaan na s'ya,
Subalit ang nangyari'y mabigat talaga,
Namayapang pangulo'y huling paalam na,
'Di mo pa pinagbigyan ... hoy, nag-iisa ka!

At nais ko lang sabihin at ipagyabang
Sa mahigit na s'yam na libong tanghalian,
Sa limang pangulong sa Bulaga'y dumaan,
Kahit isa wala kaming nilapastangan.

This article is from PEP (Philippine Entertainment Portal).

LYCEANS: proven worst audience

At 10 am may duty ako sa CCP (Cultural Center of the Philippines)
The title of the show was "Apples from the Desert"

This show was also staged yesterday at the same venue (Tanghalang Aurelio Toletino also known as Little Theater)
Bago pa kami magbriefing, which is part of our 3-Quarter Rota, may naririnig na akong
not so good things about the show yesterday.
The show was sponsored by the Lyceum, basically, the audience were Lyceans.

Maingay daw ang mga audience, they were screaming during intervals, and their "wooos!" every time the scene gets a BIT sensible. And also during intervals e nilalabas nila ang mga cellphones nila to check for message or to text someone, na animo'y mga alitaptap na kumukurap kurap sa dilim! To think na merong cellphone advisory before the show. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali ganito ang CP anvisory ng CCP.

"We would like to request members of the audience to please turn off their cellphones 'coz it might interfere with the theater sound equipment. Thank you."

Ganian! hindi man sakto e ganian ang sinasabi ng voice over.

I was trying not to believe. Pushing myself that they are just exagerating what had happen. I was technically defending Lycean against my logical thinking. Because simply for the reason of I too, is a LYCEAN.

Moment of Truth.
30 minutes before the show nagstart na kami magpapasok ng audiende. This is called "Open House" in theater jargon.

At first they look okay. they follow our CAMADA. (I'm not sure of the spelling but that's how we say it, it means pushing the audience to occupy every vacant seat for we are expecting for Full House. Full House is another theater jargon which means that all tickets are sold.) Aside from the unevitable murmurs you will be hearing in all audience not only in Lycean audience.

My trust on what I believed in had starting to break through the moment I saw this Lycean CROSS-OVER the seats! My God tinapakan nia pa yung armrest! the last time nakita ko na may gumawa nun ay sa PICC sa mga intsik. that event pinaguusapan na namin ang kawalang manners ng mga chinese. and it shows. A Lycean did it. SHAME! ibig sabihin wala din TAYO manners?! damn.

Isa pa, nung tntry namin sila iCAMADA i heard one of them telling her friend
"Ano ba naman 'toh andaming bawal. Hindi naman namin gusto panuorin 'toh e!"

Bonggang nakakahiya! halatng inosente sa theater! my GOD! buti nalang ako lang nakarinig!

When all of them stood for the National Anthem e nagpapaingayan ng lagapak ng upuan ang mga sira ulo.

Thats the time na naniwala na ako sa mga sinasabi ng mga co-Usher/rettes ko.
Naisip k na para mapigilan ang isa pang problem nila na paggamit ng CP na nakwento samin e sinisita ko na lahat ng makita kong naglalabas ng fown na malapit sakin kahit kakalabas nia lang ng fown nia.

Meron pa. after interval, ang ingay nila sobra. siguro hindi sila magsesettle down hangga't hindi pa nagLIGHTS OFF! meron pang dalawang male audience na naglalaro ng PSP. kung hindi ko pa lalapitan at sasabihang patayin ung PSP e hindi pa ata gagawin un.. INILAWAN ku na nga sila para mapahiya! kung pwede ku lang sabihin na kung maglalaro lang kayo ay lumabas nalang kayo! badtrip!!

Lastly, hay salamat naman, last na ito sa lahat ng sentiments ko! after the show e kania kanya silang labas ng digicam. OK lang naman na magpicture. peru ung magpicture kau ng pareparehong pose tas iba ibang DGCAM?! hello? ndi ba nila alam na pwede namang iGRAB nalang?! almost 35mins kaming nakatayo dun para hintayin sila umalis. Pero gosh! after 35 mins. andun pa din sila! grabeh.. wala na ako masabi..

NAKAKAHIYA sa mga coworkers ko. alam pa naman nilang LYCEAN ako.
kahita ako SHOCKED! hindi ko akalain na ganun KASAMA!

LYCEANS ARE THE WORST AUDIENCE YOU'LL EVER HAVE!

akala ko dati sa batingaw lang un. kala ko na ang worst audience ng Letran ay Letranites, at sa Mapua ay ang Mapuans. AKALA KO LANG YUN!

I HAVE PROVEN LYCEANS ARE THE WORST!!

The Man Who Can Breathe Under The Water

The forest was shaggy and trees were growing abundantly. Everything was green except for the blue skies when you look above. We, a friend of mine and I, were about to go some where. A journey which will lead us to somewhere I don’t know where yet. All I know at that instant is I have to go there. Some part of the reverie was a blur. Like my friend, I can hardly see what she looked like. But I can depict her features, she’s lean, lighter complexion that mine and shorter than my height.

I think we’ve been walking for quite some time. Finally after the long walk, we found a pond, a small pond. It is circle in shape and looks ordinary. Then all of a sudden we felt like we have to get some thing from the deep of the pond in order to carry on the journey.

My friend tried to dip herself to the pond. But before she got totally wet something or someone has interrupted her attempt. From where I stand, it looks like there were three men trying to push her up and away from the pond. When she got out of the water, those three men mount from the pond too. I was shocked because the three men’s complexion was black and white, literally. Their skin has no color; they looked like a 3D animated picture whose skin color was adjusted to black and white. Then I saw them detaching something from the under of their ears, and slowly they start to regain their natural colors, like the skin of a normal person.

Those three men were like guardians of the pond. I believe they’re protecting the pond from someone who might have just stolen that something from the deep of the pond. Then I ran towards the man who was tallest from the three and hugged him. He’s tall, taller than I taught. And it becomes obvious as I got closer to his body. He has a perfect body for a man and he has a fair complexion now, the same color I have, unlike moments ago when he was black and white. At the back of my mind I was shocked by my action. But I felt like I know this person so much I just had a gap of memory that I had forgotten about him. In the vision I can see myself as one of the cast and also as someone who can see the whole scenario. It’s just like being in two places at the same time but the other one is invisible to the eyes of the others. The other two men where shorter in height than he was, but they were blurrier than my friend I can’t examine their features.

“Why you didn’t let my friend go underwater?” I asked. He didn’t reply or maybe I just didn’t recall what he had said. “What if I jump in the water?” I threaten him. I loosen my arms that were locked around his neck. I suddenly ran towards the water and jump as fast as a normal person can do. But no matter how fast I go he’s still faster than me. Faster than any other human I ever saw. With a blink of an eye, he’s there under the water with me protected around his arms. Everything was so fast. The small pond from above was a wide body of water from beneath. It was deep and never ending. It has no living creatures only blue water. But because of his speed all I can see was white, the look of water that was being disturbed by outside forces. It seemed we’ve been swimming for more than any person can hold his breathe under the water and I don’t like feeling the need to respire. Like I have gills not lungs. But of course I’m quite sure that I have lungs for I’m a normal human. I just don’t think he’s normal, or human. And with a zoom I’m on the ground again, still locked around his arms and feeling the heat of his body.

Then somebody woke me up. End of dream.