Entries for February, 2006
February 2nd, 2006
Actually Missing Bohol POSTED AT 01:38 PM I suddenly wanna be on the beach, and at that nice cafe with the unhealthy food, and the buffets they had everyday, and the swimming--oh god, the swimming!!!--and the hut at the end of the beach, secluded from everyone else... And then the horribly long walk from the main area to our room. And our roooom... god, ang ganda. And the TV was so nice.. and that cantonese movie... And the walks to and from the swimming pool... I miss Bohol. I miss Bohol. I shouldn't miss Bohol. But I do. I miss Bohol. Filipino was crap. Our group bombed during our presentation of that blanged chapter of Florante at Laura, Pag-ibig Anakin. At least we got some parts right. Although others were just so... OBVIOUS that I still don't get why we couldn't see them. And Chinese... i stained by polo by foolishly flailing my moppit around. The ink was all over the place, and Mark was getting annoyed too. I was able to master a dot in calligraphy, and the line wasn't too bad, but my brush was lousy, so it didn't go too well. Lu lao shi also said "Zhei ge xiao hai zi hen ke ai..." I'm like 'WHAT????' This is all just a twisted, mad day... it's late, I'm sleepy, and I have homework. Goodbye. Emancipate
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February 3rd, 2006
Chinese mass, criticism, DVDs, more Cantonese and a new song POSTED AT 02:05 PM The song is beautiful. Anyway, this morning, we had our Chinese mass. Father Go was visibly having a hard time. He was struggling with the tones and words, and the homily was uncharacteristically short. And peppered with a WHOLE lot of English. Actually, it was supposed to be totally Chinese-only. Then Father refused (probably politely, though), saying that the students might not understand it, and he might not be able to do it. So many tonal mistakes. But his attempt was admirable. Anyway, there was a Chinese program directly after the mass (shortest one i've ever had to sit through, by the way). Demi Tian and some dude were the hosts, and Demi got everyone's attention right away. First, there was this guy who sang two songs, which were really nice (although the first was better than the second). Then, in no particular order: Wushu demonstration, H2 advanced poem recitation, H4 advanced medley of Chinese songs (involving Mr. Bumatayo and Ms. Lampa as ... the couple...), the teachers' presentation of their songs, and Wu/Deng laoshi's duet (not as a couple) of "peng you" (friend). Gian kept messing my hair, and I kept getting annoyed, and then kept swallowing the pissed-off feeling. Next time he messes up my hair, i'm probably gonna blow it. Gave Mark's thing to Walter to give to Jackie. Hope he gave it. In Chinese: We watched my pirated version (which i didn't even buy) of Shen Hua. I'd lent Lao Shi So Close (xi yan tian shi) and The Myth (shen hua) yesterday, and she watched So Close last night. So since that was the legal copy, and she saw the choice between Mandarin and Cantonese, she thought The Myth would have one too. Cos her copy (the legal one) at home had choices for audio setups. Thank god for my pirated version, because as we were watching, the Qing Chao (Qing dynasty) scenes were in Mandarin, but the present-day scenes were in Cantonese. It was going fine, until that very Cantonese scene, when she went "Wei!!!" and told me to change it back. I told her I couldn't. That it was just like that. She told me to check again, and i told her i really couldn't. Too bad we aren't gonna continue to watch on Tuesday. Drat it. Anyway, THE CANTONESE WAS THE DAMN COOLEST!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY got to share that part with my classmates. And this also forced Lao Shi to change the subtitles from simplified chinese to english, because they couldn't understand any of the story with all the Cantonese (many tongues sticking out and wiggling at lao shi). At dismissal: Henry and I kept going back and forth between the fair grounds and the workroom (while talking about SOUP) to get these DVDs back from lao shi... but I paged her and she didn't come out. Turns out, she told Tian laoshi to give me the DVDs while she went to rest (I found out she was resting first from ye laoshi, who told me she was extremely tired). Tian laoshi didn't hear me or something when I called for He Lao Shi, so she couldn't give it. Later, as I was about to leave, Henry was running back to the fair area, flailing my two DVDs around and giving to me when he saw me. Laoshi explains before I can explode at her and we get to talking about nuns. Laoshi chastises us for not speaking in Mandarin. Oh and by the way, her clothes today looked FREAKY!!! She looked like an apple tree from afar. And during lunch (yeah, no thought order at all), we told laoshi that Wu laoshi (the older of the two male chinese teachers in the High School department) put horns behind her when they went to take the picture, and on the second picture, his fingers shaped into a gun at her temples. She turns around and sees him (good for her, bad for him) coming out of the work room. She smacks his arm and asks him what he did to her during the picture taking. He half-smiles. He raises two fingers. She wigs out. I tell her he means "peace". She wigs out some more. He leaves in a hurry. Laoshi calls Martin Gomez for a DVD player as Ryan Yeung rants about Ms. Catahan and her alleged brain defects. Laoshi comes out with Mr. Gomez, who INSISTS on speaking Mandarin with me (something about Laoshi's presence). Paolo asks if he's a Chinese teacher. I say he is, of seventh grade. Laoshi enters the elevator, and waits. I tell Mr. Gomez about what Paolo was asking. Laoshi shouts... "Yu An Bang!" "Zenme le?" "Wo... xuyao ta!!!" Mr. Gomez hurriedly enters the elevator and suddenly, the undertones of that statement sinks in. I shout "EW!" just as the doors of the elevator close. Me: WO XU YAO TA!! 'I NEEEEEEEED HIM'!!!!!!!!! Lol. What a fun day. Fair tomorrow too. During the preparations for the fair, Christian, Walter and I squeezed in the video for Chinese advanced. We did it in English, then decided to dub it in Mandarin later on. The fair now has "directions" and "streets" to make it seem more like a real plaza. And supposedly, as Henrison stated, to make getting around easier. You may be wondering why I'm sort of translating all the chinese (which is more than I usually do). I am too. I love this song right now, despite the fact that it gives me (creepy) flashes of the Polar Express. Something about the mention of the North Pole. Zaijian Beiji Xue (Goodbye to the Snow in the North Pole) by Kelly Chen and Steve Chou 北极雪下在梦中 春天的迷惑 我们是否曾经相爱过 你总习惯牵我左手 我还能记得 相爱后 不问候 不知什么理由 应该为你笑过 为你哭过 为你生怕错过 我们选择分手那一刻想著什么 会是怦然心动或是沉默 如果梦里再相逢 北极还在下著雪 是否能再次握你的手 Yeah, it's a very short song. They just repeat the lines. But you won't tire of them, I assure you that. Listening to: Zaijian Beiji Xue by Kelly Chen and Steve Chou |
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February 7th, 2006
To Someone You Love POSTED AT 01:58 PM I’d really rather not remember, but my emotions are pulling away at my insides, and the dull but heavy pang of pain and loss and fatigue that took over my heart that afternoon is still fresh and bleeding dark sorrow from this well in my chest, coerced by a feeling I now know to be true love at its purest. And I remember all too clearly as you walked past those walls, down the corridor, as strong as you were gentle, how my love spilled brilliant red on the cement that you left behind, with me trapped in it, rooted to the spot, unbelieving. Somewhere there, a flood of tears were cried, but not a single droplet reached you, only your shadow, which receded from the fading sunlight. And the feeling of loss that stabbed into my heart and cut away a chunk of it and left me for dead is still brimming with acid in my heart, or what’s left of it. Even as I swallow the waves of pain and water in my eyes, each time I reminisce, I feel this painful force crack into my knees, and later my palms as my vision drops to a lower angle. Despite this maelstrom of emotion that will kill me if I let it, I can’t help but walk around catatonically, in and out of blue and pink rooms that will forever smell of your perfume, recalling days that meant something to us, and all the way from when we met to when I started to love you. I’ll see you, in the times when I let my visions consume me so that I can still be in a world with you in it, and I’ll see you standing there with your honest, unassuming aura and kind smile and reach out to take your hand and almost feel it, but then you’d ghost away, and take another piece of my dry, aching heart with you while my eyes would be moist and my breathing would get shallow again. It’s not that I want to keep remembering, it’s that I can’t stop. I’ve got to breathe, but I never want to let you go, so I’ll wait for you to come back and fulfill your sweet promise to me over the Internet. I’ll dream of days far away, of spending eternity with you, Paris, Canada, Britain, the god damn Grand Canyon if you want, just come back and give me all the bits of my heart back and seal them with a kiss. And we’ll talk about all the things we never did, and I’d hug you after each hour, and I’d comment on how you do things, and you’d tell me factoids about sunsets and I’d make you promise to never, ever leave again. Right, it wasn’t your fault you had to leave. If circumstances had allowed, you would stay. We’re simply star-crossed. But that doesn’t mean I can’t dream. And we’re still meant for more than being apart together. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all I have to say. And it's specifically directed at a person who knows who it's directed to. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 你太冷静 by Kelly Chen 火熄灭 剩下灰烬 爱很难 保持热情 付出关心 对方却都没回应 ＊水凝固 结成了冰 我等待 变成风景 最后只剩下 你离开的声音 我小心翼翼的聆听 变心 悄悄在进行 从你细致变化的表情 明显说明＊ ＃你太冷静 的决定 分手的这件事情 我不相信 你忍心 放弃我们的约定 说好我们 要一起 经营 这段历经波折的感情 你却喊停 将一切归零＃ REPEAT ＊＃ 我真的难以置信 你态度如此坚定 失去你的我还在习惯适应 热闹后喜欢安静 泪水始终在眼睛 考验著我那股不服输的个性 REPEAT＃ 你将爱宣判死刑 却不给我 说服的原因 我的爱被囚禁 哭的很任性 |
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February 10th, 2006
I Won't POSTED AT 11:41 PM I don't want to share hugs with you. I don't want to eat at the same table with you. I don't care if it's lonely--shoulda thought about that when you never came home in my childhood for dinner. What makes you think you can make up for lost time anymore? I don't want to hear you. I don't want to obey you. I don't want to bother with your trifles in life. I don't want to be around when you argue to make things better again. And I certainly won't keep changing to be better for you. Being the son that you want me to be is tiring, and I will not keep twisting myself to fit your ever-changing needs. Why? Well what goes around comes around. I don't wanna be here. I don't want to take care of you when you grow old. You can get your two other sons to do that for you. I may have one foot out the door, but I don't think that concerns you anymore. It's stupid for you to keep trying to pull me back when all you're grasping at is air. So stop it. I'll bear these next few months, and when I'm there, I'll let you know that I have no desire to come back. |
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February 16th, 2006
Oh, things are going well POSTED AT 10:21 AM The last couple of days have been insane on me. The recurrence of Math homework has suddenly reminded me of why i wanna get the hell away from here. I got sick with fever on Tuesday, went home that afternoon (which ended up with me skipping English, Filipino and Soc Sci that day. I had just gotten my temperature at the infirmary, which was a 35.something, so I didn't have a fever yet. But i felt sick to the stomach. Literally. And the head. And the throat. Oh yeah, the throat'd been killing me all day. So I got home at 1:30, played around a bit with the comp, and two hours later, at 3:18 pm, slept. Then I woke up something like seven, had a fifteen minute lunch where i was SO weak that I could barely lift my fist. It took me about 6 seconds to sit down, 4 seconds to lift my spoon and fork and another 7-9 seconds to stand up because I felt SO DAMN WEAK and I was so tired and my fever had gone up to 38.5... Well, I skipped school the next day on Mom's advice (Oh I had SO MUCH to make up for today) and went to see the doctor. She gave me Celestamine and a weird Herbal Tablet thing... Anyway, the rest of the day was spent resting and doing homework, which I still hadn't finished by the time it was six and time to go to Oroqueta (is that how you spell the name of that place? How DO you spell it?). Then we stayed there from seven (it took us that long to get there because of the damn traffic) til 9:15 and we got home sometime around 10:30 (because of all the damn traffic (again)). And all my homework was still unfinished. Bright side? I got Di Yi Tiu Gong (my mom's second-eldest sister's husband) to read my Chinese stuff. In Fukien. And he could sing Soeng Hoi Taan well without accompanying background music. Wow. I just handed him the lyrics and he started to sing. Yeah, he's Fukien, raised in HK. So he naturally reads Fukien, Mandarin and Cantonese and EVEN if he doesn't speak fluent English or Filipino, his ability to explain in Fukien is SO CLEAR that even I could understand him. I am so sad. Anyhoooo... this morning, i went to school and everyone was asking me what happened to me. And I replied I was sick each and every time. 17 times. I was asked what the hell happened to me 17 times by 17 different people in 17 different occasions all throughout the day. Sometimes, life sucks. Anyway, did my elocution in English. Paused a few times at the wrong moments because i didn't remember some of the lines. Crap. So screwed. At least I won't have to do it in front of the batch. Ever. Chinese... we watched a movie that was really malabo. So far, what we know is that it's called Together. There's a boy named Xiao Chun (This is what you readers are supposed to say: a BOY??? NAMED XIAO CHUN ("little spring (as in, the season)")????) (I feel your pain) that plays the violin really well goes to Beijing with his dad, Liu Cheng, and plays for the audience. Even though he plays really well, and the boy who I assume to have won 1st place (as the teacher guy that we later learn about says he only tutors the 1st placers, and he was tutoring a guy later in the movie, who must be first place then) sucked like hell, he only won 5th place. So the dad looks for the teacher, tries to beg him to teach the kid. He refuses at first, but when is 1st placer student leaves him, he accepts. And the dad loses that cap full of money because he was stupid enough to keep it in a cap. And the kid earns his own money by playing songs for random people (Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo Di Xin, right Henry? *extremely wide grin*). That's mostly it. There's other parts that won't make sense if i put them here. Hmm... Science.. we watched a movie about Marijuana... and then did nothing... Ms. Catahan promised us to be able to do what we wanted to for other subjects tomorrow during the double period because section C (which I pull out to) weren't here today, and weren't gonna be here tomorrow. Oh! Almost forgot, Mr. Young. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!! For all you know... Anyway, there's this really nice song that i've been pondering for a bit. And because of what happened to Mr. Young, this song no longer applies to him (hint, hint). Zhu Fu by Zhang Xue You (Jacky Cheung). (It's in traditional Chinese, by the way...) (朋友 我永遠祝福你  不要問 不要說 一切盡在不言中 這一刻偎著燭光 讓我們靜靜的渡過 莫揮手 莫回頭 當我唱起這首歌 怕只怕淚水輕輕的滑落 願心中永遠留著我的笑容 伴你走過每一個春夏秋冬 幾許愁 幾許憂 人生難免苦與痛 失去過 才能真正懂得去珍惜和擁有 情難捨 人難留 今朝一別各西東 冷和熱點點滴滴在心頭 願心中永遠留著我的笑容 伴你走過每一個春夏秋冬 傷離別 離別雖然在眼前 說再見 再見不會太遙遠 若有緣 有緣就能期待明天 你和我重逢在燦爛的季節 願心中留著笑容 陪你渡過每個春夏秋冬 Listening to: Zhu Fu by Jacky Cheung... |
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February 19th, 2006
You won't lose anything... POSTED AT 12:09 AM This has been one of the best weekends of my life. Not only has there been a noticeable lack of homework (it's not a "complete" lack because I have Club homework, which I'm more than happy to do because my club has to do with studying and assessing Human Behavior), but I have been discovering great songs all throughout. Yeah, this is the first time I'm gonna post a multi-song entry in a while. Also, I might consider coming back to play badminton after a 10-month something retirement (of sorts). Uncle David (Auntie Patsie's husband, not Auntie Pacita, just in case I get confused in the future when I'm browsing these entries...) will be having a surprise birthday party later on. Whoo! Henry sent me the song "Passion" by Utada Hikaru on Friday night. Gerick then IM-ed me and asked me who sent it to me. Not even sure how he knew that someone sent it to me, I replied "Henrison did." He asked "Who sent it to him?" I asked Henry, and he said he found out about it by himself. Gerick then explains that Ian Lim sent it to Robertino, and he doesn't want it to be from Ian Lim. Now, I thought I was the only one who had (past tense) issues with this guy, but apparently, a lot of people hate him too. He has LARGE attitudinal issues. Saturday morning, i was simply playing around with my computer (which has internet now, again... yay) when I heard the most beautiful song playing from the other one. I tuned in... "Come what may... come what may... I will love you... until my dying day..." I checked the name, since it was so familiar, and it was Come What May by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman, which they dueted in Moulin Rouge. Now, I LOVED this song when it came out in the movie, and realizing my brother had a version already (I didn't need to download), I seized the opportunity. It's now playing over and over... I was browsing through the Shared folder of Alex, and there happened to be a song by someone called AM Radio, titled "I Just Wanna Be Loved". Curious, I double clicked. And out came this wonderful rock tune. Plus, the even voice that the vocalist put on was truly music to my ears. So here we go: Come What May by Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman Never knew I could feel like this Like I've never seen the sky before I want to vanish inside your kiss Every day I'm loving you more and more Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings Telling me to give you everything Seasons may change, winter to spring But I love you until the end of time Come what may Come what may I will love you until my dying day Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste It all revolves around you And there's no mountain too high No river too wide Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side Storm clouds may gather And stars may collide But I love you until the end of time Come what may Come what may I will love you until my dying day Oh, come what may, come what may I will love you, I will love you Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place Come what may Come what may I will love you until my dying day Passion by Utada Hikaru Omoidaseba haruka haruka Mirai wa dokomademo kagayaiteta Kirei na aozora no shita de Bokura wa sukoshi dake obieteita Natsukashii iro ni mado ga somaru Mae wo muitereba mata ae masu ka Mirai wa doko he demo tsuduiterunda Ooki na kanban no shita de Jidai no utsuroi wo mite itai na Nido to aenu hito ni basho ni Mado wo akeru Omoidaseba haruka haruka Mirai wa dokomademo kagayaiteta Kirei na aozora no shita de Bokura wa itsumademo nemutte ita Zutto mae ni suki datta hito Fuyu ni kodomo ga umareru sou da Mukashi kara no kimari koto wo Tama ni utagai taku naru yo Zutto wasurerare nakatta no Nengajou wa shashin tsuka na Watashi-tachi ni dekina katta koto wo Totemo natsukashiku omou yo I Just Wanna Be Loved by AM Radio I just want to be lost in a crowded room So I don't have to hear your point of view You know I don't care about what you say And it's the way you say it too So why did you come to me When you knew that you just didn't believe? What did you expect to get from telling me You don't understand anything or how I am? I just wanna be loved I just wanna be loved by you I wanna be loved I wanna be loved Wanna be loved I just want you to stay away from me With all your lies I don't believe So why did you come to me? When you knew that you didn't believe What did you expect to get from telling me? You don't understand anything or how I am I just wanna be loved I just wanna be loved by you I wanna be loved I wanna be loved Wanna be loved You don't understand You don't understand You don't understand I just wanna be loved I just wanna be loved by you I wanna be loved I just wanna be loved by you I wanna be loved I wanna be loved by you I wanna be loved I wanna be loved by you I wanna be loved Wanna be loved ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I discovered how to write the Chinese names of my family members: Mom: 黄丽真 Dad: 余颖璋 Aye (Grandpa on Dad's side): 余文湛 Angin (Grandma on Dad's side): 粱谨瑜 Aku Jojo (Dad's younger sister): 余士琳 Aku Aveline (Dad's youngest sister): 余慧琳 Now, I'm actually kind of annoyed at Aye (God rest) for giving us such simple names. Apparently, when mom asked him for our Chinese names, he just wrote them down without missing a beat. He and Angin had discussed it. Good thing he was able to name me before he passed away. I have that much of him. Yeah, see I never got to know him. He was a really great guy, according to everyone. Great chef, great philanthropist, everything... Dad really cried at his funeral. I've never seen Dad cry. Listening to: Come What May by Ewan and Nicole |
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February 19th, 2006
Party's Highlights POSTED AT 12:37 PM Dad showed this album with all these old pictures to everyone, saying "I brought entertainment." And those pictures were of everyone, dead or alive, from the twenties until the 60s and it was all... nostalgic. The woman beside me spoke to the other people in Taishanese. Then when she turned to me, she'd speak in Fukien. I wasn't minding her for a while, until some time later. Then I told Alex, who replied, "Kapag Finukien ka niya, Cantonese-in mo siya." Yes, Tsinoys have developed the weirdest kind of Tagalog. Anyway, I took him up on that, and when the lady turned to me and gestured to the Peking Duck + Cropeck, and I noticed her two other companions (there were four of them) had not yet gotten duck and cropeck, I asked her, "Kiak mm hiak ma?" (Taishanese for "Aren't they gonna eat?") She first fixed me with a disturbed, wide-eyed, very good imitation of a fish. Then she started laughing and told her other friends/family members. I'll just call them companions. I explained to her that my Taishanese sucked and my HK Cantonese was much better, and turns out, she could speak HK Canto too. The average Taishanese guy wouldn't understand a word. But apparently, the women are all well educated in HK Canto. How ironic. |
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February 21st, 2006
Lousy Emails POSTED AT 11:38 AM In other matters, Filipino LT this Friday. Assuming GMA declares that there ARE classes. Then I have to do my journal thing on Thursday, when the teachers go on a one-day retreat and the students of High 2 ABC are spared from double Math. We finished "Together" in Chinese, and the story was sweet. Although I don't get how we're supposed to write a 200 word essay about it by this Friday. It's just... Erm.. Anyhoo, Chinese COMPUTER (Henry shivers here), on the other hand, was a total bust. She just about rejected our site. Which I worked so hard (sort of) (not really) on... Which WE (Walter, Christian and I) worked so damn hard on! I don't like that woman! And there's actually a lot of trouble going on... There's the whole Raph-JV-Henry-Aldwin issue, that I shan't elaborate on for their sake... Then there was my (ex-)issue with Kenn. Hopefully, that's all resolved now. Although I don't wanna come across as the annoying guy that bugs you about worthless crap, and then he's just being civil or something. That's just annoying, and i don't want someone else to go through that. Good thing I can emote. Then of course, there's the fact that Jackie and I barely even know each other anymore... I mean yeah, she was in Tagaytay, but what else do I know about her? Then there's stuff at home... mom and dad had me on the verge of blowing up on them. Lots of crap, but lots of good stuff too. And now there's math. And I don't wanna sleep late again. And I just wanna be cool with Kenn and have Raphie tell me what happened, and for Jackie and me to be as close as we were last summer (haha, I remember the phone-calls-every-other-day thing), and a lot of other things. EDIT: And because of what one of my closest friends put in his journal, I feel compelled to do the same for him. He's right, what he said about first best friends. ROCK ON!!!!!!!!!
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February 24th, 2006
Nakakainis POSTED AT 05:05 AM Si Leigh nga, nakita ko, talagang gipit na gipit sa oras niya, nagkakamot na nga ng ulo e. Mas hindi ko pa maintindihan kung bakit siya naghihirap--e napakadali lang naman ng mga tanong. Ano ba yun? Noong pinapipili kami ng sagot sa tanong na tama yung balarila. Sa tanong na "Naghapunan ka na ba?", isa sa pinagpipilian, "Oo, hindi pa." ANO BANG KATARANTADUHAN IYAN????? PARA BANG PINAGTATAWANAN YUNG MGA MAG-AARAL E!!!!!!!! Tapos yung mga pinagpipilian, hindi man lang A, B, C o D..... A, B, K at D. Grabe talaga. Sa kasalukuyan, idineklara ni Pangulong Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo ang bansa ng Pilipinas (o ang lungsod ng Maynila) sa ilalim ng State of Emergency. Ang hindi ko maintindihan, bakit nasa Ingles ang lahat ng balita sa telebisyon??? Ano ba tayo, laruan ng mga Kano? Parang nararamdaman kong may kaugnayan ang Balita-sa-Ingles at yoong katangahan ng mga tanong sa Fil Achievement Test namin. Hindi ko lang nga alam kung ano. Mayroon pa--kahapon, wala rin kaming pasok (Oo, tama, apat na araw kaming walang pasok...) dahil sa EDSOR ng mga guro. Tapos, kaninang umaga naman, idineklara ng Kagawaran ng Edukasyon na walang pasok. Pero buong araw na ako naging alipin sa takda ko kahapon. (EDIT::::Sabado na)--------------------------------------------------------------- Kahit na napakasakit na talaga ng ulo ko, sige pa rin ako ng sige. Tinapos ko hanggang hatinggabi... Chinese, Math, Filipino, English... grabe... Buti nalang walang pasok noong kinabukasan, kung hindi, nabaliw na talaga ako. Maayos na ang buhay, ngayon na wala na akong gagawin ngayong araw at bukas... Sa susunod! |
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