Flash dito, flash doon, bato ng tanong dito, bato ng tanong doon. Iyan ang buhay ng isang reporter. Paano ba, mga kaibigan, maging mabuting reporter? Tama ba na iulat natin ang lahat lahat ng ating nakikita ng wala man lang pakundangan kung ito'y makasasakit sa damdamin ng iba?
Ano? Akala niyo ba media ang sasabihin ko sa inyo ngayon? Hinde! Pero, isisiwalat ko sa inyo ang isang uri ng tao na pwede nang maging reporter. Itago natin siya sa pangalang Usi.
Si Usi ay magalang, mabait at katuwa-tuwang bata--kapag kailangan. Pero, mas madalas kaysa hindi, siya'y pasaway. Matigas ang ulo--yung sa taas hindi sa baba-- at MALAKAS ANG BOSES!!
Pero, may isang bagay na naghihiwalay sa kanya sa iba pang bata. USISERO SIYA!!
Si Usi ay palaging makikitang nagmamasid-masid. Naikot-ikot, bigla-biglang sumusulpot na parang bula... ang kulang nalang ay makita ko siya sa ibabaw ng pader na parang espiya! *tumutugtog ang kantang "Fly on the Wall"* Makikitang nagpupusoy dito, makikitang nakikipagmurahan doon. Pero tulad ng media, HINDING HINDI nakakatawa.
Isang araw, sa bayan ng sariwa, naninirahan ang lahat ng uri ng gulay dito(hay Diyos ko! San na ba ako napunta!). Hindi, joke lang po. Nakakatawa ba? Kung oo, sige palakpakan tayo! Kung hinde, well, ganyan talaga, ginagaya ko lang si Usi. haha.
Isa pa pala, si usi ay para ring tagapagulat ng balita. Bakit? Halos lahat ng sinasabi o pwede ring kinikilos ng kinauukula'y ginagaya niya. Minsan nga napapaisip ako, bakit ba ito nasa sectiong ito? Kung ganun nga siyang katalino, bakit ganito ang asal niya? Bakit ganito ang ikinikilos niya?
Tulad ng mga reporter, nangbabakaw sila ng news. Eto ring taong ito, ako ang kausap, siya ang sumasagot ng bigla-bigla.
Isa pa, tulad ng reporter na wala man lang paalam na nagbibitiw ng salita. Parang siya, may ginagawa ka, may tinitignan ka, masilayan lang niya ito, hahablutin na, ni isang salitang pasintabi ay binibigkas.
Sa lahat marahil ng tao na pinakita ko dito, si Usi na ang pinakakinasusuklaman ko ang pagmumukha. Ni hindi ako magbibigay ng pananalitang pantanggol sa kanya, hayaan mo siyang magtanggol sa sarili niya.
Kababayan, OUT!
About Me
- Malkuthe Highwind
- Writer, artiste, critic, debater, public speaker, pianist, singer, actor, pretty much a jack of all trades, that's me, 16 years old and going strong. My friends say I'm good at what I do, but honestly, I think I'm little more than mediocre. This is the story of my life.
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 5, 2009
Power, Wealth and Pride...
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So, guys it's our field trip tomorrow. One heck of a trip it will be, our ETD from school is 5AM whilst our ETA is 9PM. Goodness. Anyway, guys, let me entertain you today with a short story I wrote. It's in the form of a script, although, I am planning to rewrite it... someday :D It was originally written for an outreach program at a public school. BUT that was before I knew that the age bracket of the audience was to be children 5-7 years old. Here you go:
The wind whispered, ever so slightly shaking the branches of the trees. On the porch of a quaint little house sat a woman. Her fair skin glowed faintly in the light of the full moon. Her long black hair shimmered with an otherworldly sheen in the light. She looked to the star streaked heavens and the white band was caught in her sapphire eyes. She listened to the soothing sounds of crickets in the distance
Thalia: Oh how beautiful the night sky, how beautiful the melody of my little friends.
A fair lad appeared a ways from the cottage. His fair and handsome face bruised and battered. His eyes glowed with the flames of loathe. His hair sat awry upon his crown.
Thalia: Oh Enoch! My love! What hast happened to thee?
Enoch: Oh woe is me my dearest! What use is wisdom and fairness if one is scorned by those he holds dear?
Thalia: Why? Whatever has happened?
Enoch: Curseth the council! Curseth the wise men! Curseth our ninety-eight neighbors!
Thalia: Oh Enoch, my fair husband. Take brief respite from thy rage. Enlighten me to the sorrow that passeth you by!
Enoch: I cameth before the council. Thy father ushered me in. I told them of my wisdom, to conquer the enemy herein. Yet by whim of fate my words were spurned, scorned and trashed. They threw me upon the beaten path and stoned me like a sack!
Thalia: Oh Enoch, my tender mate, let not thee spurn the town in hate. Let pass thy loathe and hear me dearest. Forgive the council, forget their sin. Let it be that in silence thine heart will rest in peace.
Enoch: In silence, my love, I shall take thine word. I shalt erase from my heart as thine hast wished the loathe I held to start.
The man, then in silence, lay down beside his cot. His heart still filled with hate and sorrow, not so much apart. From the shadows came the devil. Voice filled with scorn!
Devil: Oh Enoch, child of none, dost thou wish for power to take thine foes' life?
Enoch: Devil! stay away from me, lest thine temptation snare my heart. Vanish, never to return, thine offer, I shall spurn!
Devil: Enoch, lend me thy ear! I offer you power, riches and fame at thine whim!
Enoch: Devil I doubt thine word! True is it what thou hast said?
Devil: Oh true was my ever word. To take it however, thou shalt pay a price.
Enoch: The power he offers is far too great to comprehend. My revenge now I shall have. Name your price o devil! I shall pay thine tithe.
Devil: Then I shalt grant thine wish. But thou must send me ninety-eight souls and one more thou must fish!
The devil vanished and left Enoch alone. In his hands the power of death, now for its sins the council must atone!
Enoch: Alas! My fate is sealed and my revenge revealed. The council shalt kneel before me, but my heart I shalt steel!
Morning's light awoke a sleeping Enoch. Quick he made for the council's hall footsteps fueled with hate, saying "For this I must not be late!" Evil grin on face, mischievous glint in eyes, he faced the council at whose hands his fate had gone awry
Council Member: What hast thou done o wise and humble Enoch? To strike a bargain with the devil, thou hast become his pawn!
Enoch: Halt old man! Thou shalt not stop me, for now thine council shalt fall!
Council Member: Then consider wisely thine choice. For in the end, regret shalt fill thine voice!
With this he took the man's soul and ninety seven others. The town was empty, its inhabitants dead, his bargain with the devil, he thought he had met. But the devil returned and spoke to Enoch
Devil: Thou hast done well o son of none, but to satisfy my burning lake, thou art lacking one!
Enoch: But there remaineth no other soul in the village!
Devil: I asketh thee if thou art definite. I believe there is yet another thou hast not taken!
At that moment, Thalia came, in horror she screamed.
Thalia: What hast thou done?
Devil: Go on Enoch! Kill her as well.
His eyes hazed and fell under the devil's spell.
Enoch: Yes master...
In cold blood, he took the life of his wife. When his eyes cleared, he cried.
Enoch: Thalia! What have I done?
In rage, the devil too he vanquished and tears in eye he lay beside his wife. He mourned for the love he lost to the allure of wealth and pride.
So here we see, at the end of this tale, let not temptation conquer you. For all it is worth, the devil will show the worst of fates to you.
The wind whispered, ever so slightly shaking the branches of the trees. On the porch of a quaint little house sat a woman. Her fair skin glowed faintly in the light of the full moon. Her long black hair shimmered with an otherworldly sheen in the light. She looked to the star streaked heavens and the white band was caught in her sapphire eyes. She listened to the soothing sounds of crickets in the distance
Thalia: Oh how beautiful the night sky, how beautiful the melody of my little friends.
A fair lad appeared a ways from the cottage. His fair and handsome face bruised and battered. His eyes glowed with the flames of loathe. His hair sat awry upon his crown.
Thalia: Oh Enoch! My love! What hast happened to thee?
Enoch: Oh woe is me my dearest! What use is wisdom and fairness if one is scorned by those he holds dear?
Thalia: Why? Whatever has happened?
Enoch: Curseth the council! Curseth the wise men! Curseth our ninety-eight neighbors!
Thalia: Oh Enoch, my fair husband. Take brief respite from thy rage. Enlighten me to the sorrow that passeth you by!
Enoch: I cameth before the council. Thy father ushered me in. I told them of my wisdom, to conquer the enemy herein. Yet by whim of fate my words were spurned, scorned and trashed. They threw me upon the beaten path and stoned me like a sack!
Thalia: Oh Enoch, my tender mate, let not thee spurn the town in hate. Let pass thy loathe and hear me dearest. Forgive the council, forget their sin. Let it be that in silence thine heart will rest in peace.
Enoch: In silence, my love, I shall take thine word. I shalt erase from my heart as thine hast wished the loathe I held to start.
The man, then in silence, lay down beside his cot. His heart still filled with hate and sorrow, not so much apart. From the shadows came the devil. Voice filled with scorn!
Devil: Oh Enoch, child of none, dost thou wish for power to take thine foes' life?
Enoch: Devil! stay away from me, lest thine temptation snare my heart. Vanish, never to return, thine offer, I shall spurn!
Devil: Enoch, lend me thy ear! I offer you power, riches and fame at thine whim!
Enoch: Devil I doubt thine word! True is it what thou hast said?
Devil: Oh true was my ever word. To take it however, thou shalt pay a price.
Enoch: The power he offers is far too great to comprehend. My revenge now I shall have. Name your price o devil! I shall pay thine tithe.
Devil: Then I shalt grant thine wish. But thou must send me ninety-eight souls and one more thou must fish!
The devil vanished and left Enoch alone. In his hands the power of death, now for its sins the council must atone!
Enoch: Alas! My fate is sealed and my revenge revealed. The council shalt kneel before me, but my heart I shalt steel!
Morning's light awoke a sleeping Enoch. Quick he made for the council's hall footsteps fueled with hate, saying "For this I must not be late!" Evil grin on face, mischievous glint in eyes, he faced the council at whose hands his fate had gone awry
Council Member: What hast thou done o wise and humble Enoch? To strike a bargain with the devil, thou hast become his pawn!
Enoch: Halt old man! Thou shalt not stop me, for now thine council shalt fall!
Council Member: Then consider wisely thine choice. For in the end, regret shalt fill thine voice!
With this he took the man's soul and ninety seven others. The town was empty, its inhabitants dead, his bargain with the devil, he thought he had met. But the devil returned and spoke to Enoch
Devil: Thou hast done well o son of none, but to satisfy my burning lake, thou art lacking one!
Enoch: But there remaineth no other soul in the village!
Devil: I asketh thee if thou art definite. I believe there is yet another thou hast not taken!
At that moment, Thalia came, in horror she screamed.
Thalia: What hast thou done?
Devil: Go on Enoch! Kill her as well.
His eyes hazed and fell under the devil's spell.
Enoch: Yes master...
In cold blood, he took the life of his wife. When his eyes cleared, he cried.
Enoch: Thalia! What have I done?
In rage, the devil too he vanquished and tears in eye he lay beside his wife. He mourned for the love he lost to the allure of wealth and pride.
So here we see, at the end of this tale, let not temptation conquer you. For all it is worth, the devil will show the worst of fates to you.
Nov 3, 2009
Hamog...
"Huwhaaat?! Ano raw?" marahil ito ang naunang pumasok sa isip niyo nang mabasa niyo ang pamagat ng artikulong ito. Ngunit, panandalian ngang matananong, sigurado ba kayo na ito ang magiging paksa ng aking maikling naratib? Oo? Aba, tignan na lang natin. Hinde? Aba, magaling ka, sige, mag uumpisa na ako.
Umihip ang malamig na simoy ng hangin. Nagbabadya sa himpapawid ang mga nanunulos na ulap. Isang kurtina ng ulan palapit ng palapit sa kinaroroonan. Bawat patak, gumagawa ng maliit na ulap ng buhangin sa kalsada. Nadala ng hangin ang singaw ng lupa. Huminga ka ng malalim,tumingala at sinabi... "Narito na naman ang mga luha ng kalangitan..."
Ayan na ang araw! Nawala ang ulan! Nagdiriwang ang mga diyoses ng pagsasaya! Ngunit ano ito? Biglang... lumamig ang paligid... Napatungo ka at nakita, hamog na bumabalot sa paa mo. Naisip mo, kung ang ulap may luha, ano kaya ang tawag sa luha ng hamog... Mababa ang luha marahil ng hamog, sapagkat niyayakap na nito ang lupa...
MABABA ANG LUHA! Iyan ang aking pupuntiryahin sa gabing ito! Maghanda ka taong papatamaan ko. Hinde, joke lang iyon. Tulad nga ng sinabi ko, ang mga artikulong ito ay walang diwa na nagpapatama sa isang ispesipikong tao. Kung matamaan man siya, problema na niya iyon.
Halina mga kasabwat at tayo'y maglakbay sa kataka-takang kagubatan ng kababawan ng luha. Hala! Anu iyon, nasa kakahuyan? Isang halimaw, tumatawa, pagkalakas humalakhak! Pero ano ito? Nawala niya ang kanyang pinaglalaruan! Yumayanig ang lupa dahil sa hagulgol ng halimaw na ito. "Anu ba naman yan, andrama naman nito."
Mga kapatid sa pananampalataya, kung maaari ay ituon ninyo ang inyong pansin sa ekshibit A. Isang tao, buong araw siya nakikipaghalakhakan. Soooooooooooooooooobrang hyper. Wala nang ginawa kundi kag***han, kalandian at pakikipagbanatan. Ngunit, pagdating ng oras, nawala ang kanyang cellphone! Lahat na ng tao sinisi at nag iiyak all the way home to mommy.
Mga partner, ekshibit B naman po! Isang tao, nakipag away sa isang kaibigan dahil sa isang joke! Umiyak ng umiyak!
Isa lamang ang ating maoobserbahan natin sa mga sitwasyong ito. Bakit ba parang, napakasimpleng bagay, iniiyakan na? Oo, pwede rin na iyakan ito. Pero, para iyakan ito higit sa ilang sandali, hindi ata makatarungan iyon. Masasabi natin na mababa ang luha ng taong ito.
Kung ako ang tatanungin, pwede naman itapon na lang natin sila sa bangin at iwan para mamatay. O kaya naman ilagay sa isang hukay na may gutom na leon ang mga ito at iwan para kainin.
O hukom ng langit, ano nawa ang maaring gawin sa mga taong ito? Simple, kaibiganin, tulungan at panindigan. Iyon na lang naman ang magagawa natin para sa mga taong ganito. Ano pa ba? Gusto niyo, idaan sa isang makina na nagpapataas ng luha? Baka naman sumabog siya nun.
Sige, ito na lang ang mailagay ko. Masakit na ang ulo ko. Sige, paalam, hanggang sa muli! Kabalikatan sa kag***han, signing off! Ciao!
Umihip ang malamig na simoy ng hangin. Nagbabadya sa himpapawid ang mga nanunulos na ulap. Isang kurtina ng ulan palapit ng palapit sa kinaroroonan. Bawat patak, gumagawa ng maliit na ulap ng buhangin sa kalsada. Nadala ng hangin ang singaw ng lupa. Huminga ka ng malalim,tumingala at sinabi... "Narito na naman ang mga luha ng kalangitan..."
Ayan na ang araw! Nawala ang ulan! Nagdiriwang ang mga diyoses ng pagsasaya! Ngunit ano ito? Biglang... lumamig ang paligid... Napatungo ka at nakita, hamog na bumabalot sa paa mo. Naisip mo, kung ang ulap may luha, ano kaya ang tawag sa luha ng hamog... Mababa ang luha marahil ng hamog, sapagkat niyayakap na nito ang lupa...
MABABA ANG LUHA! Iyan ang aking pupuntiryahin sa gabing ito! Maghanda ka taong papatamaan ko. Hinde, joke lang iyon. Tulad nga ng sinabi ko, ang mga artikulong ito ay walang diwa na nagpapatama sa isang ispesipikong tao. Kung matamaan man siya, problema na niya iyon.
Halina mga kasabwat at tayo'y maglakbay sa kataka-takang kagubatan ng kababawan ng luha. Hala! Anu iyon, nasa kakahuyan? Isang halimaw, tumatawa, pagkalakas humalakhak! Pero ano ito? Nawala niya ang kanyang pinaglalaruan! Yumayanig ang lupa dahil sa hagulgol ng halimaw na ito. "Anu ba naman yan, andrama naman nito."
Mga kapatid sa pananampalataya, kung maaari ay ituon ninyo ang inyong pansin sa ekshibit A. Isang tao, buong araw siya nakikipaghalakhakan. Soooooooooooooooooobrang hyper. Wala nang ginawa kundi kag***han, kalandian at pakikipagbanatan. Ngunit, pagdating ng oras, nawala ang kanyang cellphone! Lahat na ng tao sinisi at nag iiyak all the way home to mommy.
Mga partner, ekshibit B naman po! Isang tao, nakipag away sa isang kaibigan dahil sa isang joke! Umiyak ng umiyak!
Isa lamang ang ating maoobserbahan natin sa mga sitwasyong ito. Bakit ba parang, napakasimpleng bagay, iniiyakan na? Oo, pwede rin na iyakan ito. Pero, para iyakan ito higit sa ilang sandali, hindi ata makatarungan iyon. Masasabi natin na mababa ang luha ng taong ito.
Kung ako ang tatanungin, pwede naman itapon na lang natin sila sa bangin at iwan para mamatay. O kaya naman ilagay sa isang hukay na may gutom na leon ang mga ito at iwan para kainin.
O hukom ng langit, ano nawa ang maaring gawin sa mga taong ito? Simple, kaibiganin, tulungan at panindigan. Iyon na lang naman ang magagawa natin para sa mga taong ganito. Ano pa ba? Gusto niyo, idaan sa isang makina na nagpapataas ng luha? Baka naman sumabog siya nun.
Sige, ito na lang ang mailagay ko. Masakit na ang ulo ko. Sige, paalam, hanggang sa muli! Kabalikatan sa kag***han, signing off! Ciao!
Nov 1, 2009
Of Scissors, Hair and Japanese Balls...
Yesterday was a trip to rememeber, going to SM Munte and getting my hair cut. Sheesh, do you really have to go somewhere fancy to get a haircut? Well, I, for one was taken to Bench Fix. Afterward was a pretty long wait for some takoyaki. How should I have known that cooking it was precision work?! Well, that's it for now!
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