Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

The Bitterness of Life

Have you ever asked yourself why
Why we have that thing called ‘bitter life’ …”
Life so sweet, turned bitter by problems
Problems arising in daily living

Living in a world, pleasant and chaotic
Chaotic? It is not what most of us want!
Want to have a world living in harmony
Harmony that protects us from the poison of life

Life has this one thing: problems
Problems that gives birth to another set of problems
Problems that will make your pleasant life constricted
Constricted by the non-dying, non-rusting chains of problems

Problems not really come from a thing
Thing is, it could also come from ourselves
Ourselves? Is it by making wrong decisions
Decisions that seemed to went for our bad

Bad feels on your decisions? Must still remember
Remember that you must not ever feel bad about choices
Choices that you make in your life – and never regret your mistakes
Mistakes are really destined to be made; just learn from them

Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

Mistakes: One of Life’s Great Tutors

That is our mistakes’ role: one of life’s great tutors
They are there to teach us in our daily living
Getting mad at them could take away your honors
Just be strong and let them give you its life teaching

They are there to teach us in our daily living
Just do not feel bad and never regret on them
Just be strong and let them give you its life teaching
Do not let them make your life submerged in mayhem

Just do not feel bad and never regret on them
Getting mad at them could take away your honors
Do not let them make your life submerged in mayhem
That is our mistakes’ role: one of life’s great tutors

Posted in Literary Pieces, Short Stories

A Script From The Story, “The Story of Our Love”

“We were having a dinner at a fancy restaurant, with some instrumentalists playing some sort of soothing music. He confessed his feelings to me. Then, my strong feelings to him controlled me that time, so we became a couple. We became a couple for two years, and from being boyfriends and girlfriends, he asked me to marry him at the same restaurant, and at the same table. Once again, I was controlled by my strong feelings to him, and I gave my “Yes” to him.”
– Sarah Lynne Shacagawa, “The Story of Our Love”

Available at:

https://holdonuntilitsover.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/the-story-of-our-love/

Denver and I were having a dinner at a fancy restaurant, with some instrumentalists playing some sort of soothing music. I was so shy and speechless at that particular time because it is my first time to be in a romantic place with a close friend.

“Nice place, isn’t it?” Denver asked as he started the conversation.

“Nice… very nice.”

“How did you like the food?”

“It’s delicious, because, of course, you had ordered my favorite!” I happily said.

“Do you want to be here more often, just you and me?” he asked shyly.

“Yah… sure! If, and only if, we both have time for ourselves!” I proclaimed without any hesitations.

There were a couple of minutes of silence.

“When the times had passed since the time that we were became boyfriends and girlfriends, it seemed to be I loved you more than I had expected. It was been a long time since the day that we became like this. I want this love to last until our lives will now end. I also made up my mind, and also prepared to accept you wholly in my life and to be my partner in life.”

“What are you trying to say, Denver, my love?”

“I had been waiting for so long to say this to you, so here I go. Just prepare yourself… Sarah Lynne Shacagawa, will you be my partner in life? Will you marry me?” Denver said, accompanied by bringing out a box with a diamond engagement ring, opened the box, and showed it to me.

“You know, Denver that I am waiting for this to happen for so long. It even reached to the point that I doubted to you that you will not going to marry me. It would be a big “Yes”!”

Denver jumped with glee, and I am happy because, finally, what I had dreamt for so long came true. After Denver jumped, he put the ring to my ring finger.

Posted in Essays, Literary Pieces

Does It Even Bother?

It has been quite a while since I first set foot on our school. In my stay here, I have observed some things that disappoint me a lot. I never expected that an elementary student would be doing those things.

One time, while waiting for the school gates to open, I saw a schoolmate smoking. Maybe you will say, “There’s nothing wrong with smoking, it is normal!” Yes, it is normal, but the next thing I saw was the issue. While he was smoking, one of our school teachers passed by and I thought that my schoolmate will show respect and stop smoking, but it was wrong. The student continued puffing his cigarette as if an ordinary person just passed.

The school gates were opened and I sat on a bench and chatted with my friends while waiting for the bell to ring. Then the bell rang, and says that we must proceed to our classrooms. However, before leaving the bench, I felt something sticky on my back. I wondered why my friends kept laughing at me. I tried to reach my back and remove that sticky thing. Yuck! A bubble gum! I didn’t know how to react on this incident. Will I laugh at myself, or get mad at that someone who stuck the bubble gum on the wall? Trash cans are visible around, but why can’t they put their wastes in their right places? Well, I just took it as nothing. I don’t want to start my day with anger anyway.

The class had already started and the reporters posted their visual aids and now are ready to give their best on reporting. As the reporter discussed his report, not one of us in the classroom seemed to understand it. Our teacher asked the reporter to elaborate on his report for us to understand what he is discussing but he answered, “Hindi ko alam, yun nga yung nasa book eh!” This caused uproar inside the room. Everybody laughed aloud including me. I turned around at our teacher and I saw him smiling but I know that he was hurt by the indecent answer of the reporter and that made the whole class felt sorry. When we are asked by our teachers to explain what we are discussing, they are just trying to squeeze our minds to see the best we have but they don’t intend to embarrass us.

Whenever I enter our classroom, I noticed some graffiti written on walls especially on the chairs, which made our rooms look dirty and uncomfortable. Although our school janitor always cleans our ground every day, it still looks messy because some students keep on vandalizing it. I don’t understand why the students kept on writing strange words especially symbols, which not everyone can read anyway. It is surprising how those students acted like that, vandalizing school facilities. They should always keep in mind that what they do reflect on their personality.

The next day, the school was unusually quiet so I checked up what’s going on inside. As I went on, everybody was so busy reviewing his or her notes because it was the examination day, one of the most stressing and scariest days in a student’s life. Suddenly, the bell rang which signals the start of the exam. Before we started, our teacher explained the instructions in answering the exams and he made it clear that, “Anyone caught cheating will automatically zero on the exam”. While we were having our exam, I constantly kept hearing people murmuring at the back and even in front. They kept on asking, “Hoy, anong sagot dito?” It was very irritating and distracting on my part because I couldn’t concentrate on answering. I admit that some people taking exams are doing and experiencing cheating while answering their questionnaires. As the saying goes, “Kung gusto may paraan, kung ayaw, maraming dahilan”.

Did you have observed, or experienced these things? Do you really even bother about these things? I know that many have observed those things too but some did not even bother about it. If we cannot discipline ourselves, let us at least try to respect our school.

Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

Just A Dream

She sits in the corner, voices fading around her
He enters the room, unaware of her presence
She looks around and sees him there
Their eyes meet and time stands still

Like stars in the night sky
Everything seems brighter and yet so much dimmer
She feels her heart beat faster,
And he sees the sadness in her eyes

A memory is triggered and she fights the tears away
And when she looks up again, he is no longer there
Time moves again and voices become clearer
As she closes her eyes, and drifts into slumber

“A Dream”

Available from:

http://iamjustthatgirl.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/a-dream/

I was having this apparent dream
Dream that was a caring eternity
Dream having the faint, wind-like voice
That is calling me from the high sky

That dream having the faint, wind-like voice
That is calling me from the high sky
If I am going to depart while like this
I can go anywhere

I stood in that certain place
Where I chased you in a dream
You then tell me to live
Live without having regrets

The tips of my hair, flowing in the wind
Drawing a line and seeming to flow
Severed feelings, overflowing dreams
I would just fulfill my mission with my hands

In my dreams, in the next world
In the next world, I will go to you…
Overcoming the sky and the sea…
But then I realized it was only just a dream

Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

Heartbreak

I reminisced all the days when you are with me
We, before, once believed that we are meant to be
I also recalled all the times when you told me
That, “I am glad as long as you are here with me”.

One day, I requested you to go out with me
I never thought that, the next day would be our end
Our assumption before of being meant to be
And even our friendship, also came to an end

The next day, you gave a bag full of things to me
A bag filled with all the things that I gave to you
And you also said that we are not meant to be
I turned wordless ‘coz of the things I heard from you

I cannot believe all the things you said to me
I cannot believe that we are not meant to be
You also said that you would just want to be free
That is why it was very heartbreaking for me

The days after that catastrophic happening
When I think of it, it was very depressing
You broke my heart into different sized sections
Those sections were broken further into portions

I knew that my heart was like a broken hourglass
‘Coz you cannot put the pieces back together
The only thing you can do is to make time pass
‘Coz the heart could put its own pieces together

Posted in Literary Pieces, Short Stories

What Have I Done?

I sit alone in a corner of a crowded bar. No one seems to notice me as I sit staring at my whiskey glass. Nobody sees the pain on my face as the jukebox play the song “The Way It Used to be”. That song really follows me at any bar I go. Whenever I go, it seems to be played. There is no thing that will make me forget from the memories it brings back. I was once a bass guitarist with one of the world’s most successful band, The Doodly Blues (The Doodies). Now, in our 27th year, we are on another sell-out world tour and record sales have earned $300 million. That song is just one of many hits that have made each member of the band a millionaire, with private jets and luxury homes. Me, the name is Denver Yamaguchi, sitting, cherishing a drink in a shabby bar, knows that I was the man who threw it all away. I can only blame myself.

In our early years, I had been the founder member of the group, and our first years were exciting. From being a local band, we had become one of the newest new groups around. My life has moved into the fast lane. When The Doodies went on tour with the Beatles, it seemed that I was never in the same place for more than a few hours. The band would land in London in the middle of the night, take forty minutes’ sleep and then spend twelve hours preparing for a TV show. It was hard for all of us, but I found it almost impossible. The trouble was I was the only married member of the band. I also had a son, and I would fly back from abroad to be with my family if only for a couple of hours. Then I would be back on the road, to the fantastic, sparkling life of a rock star. Trying to live in two different worlds at once became a real stress. Things came to a head when the band recorded a version of a blues number called “Go Now”. It became an instant hit. Sarah, my wife, had just given birth to another boy named Paul, after out Beatle friend. However, the hit song meant more recording and more touring, and more time away from my family. I began to struggle about my future; surely, it was the best to get out now, while we were still at the top? Surely, the only way now could be down. Sarah was the other factor. She was stuck at home reading stories about the band’s wild parties, most of which were true, and it was getting to her. Cynthia Lennon (John’s wife) used to compare notes with her and Sarah would then give me a bad time. Finally, sitting in my London flat one day, listening to “Go Now”, I made the decision I felt sorry ever since. To quit the band. The next day I said goodbye to the people and walked out of the London recording studios an ex-rock star.

For the first few months later, life was great. I had a chance to enjoy my family for the first time. Money was no problem. With The Doodly Blues, I had been drawing $1000 a week just as pocket money, a wealth in those days. I had a nice place. My troubles were over. However, in less than twelve months, the money had run out. Bills began to mount up and we moved into a smaller flat, but that was not enough. Finally, I realized I would have to go back to work. I could not reenter the music world. My place in the band had been filled, and, besides, I had been out of the fame for a year, an ever and a day in the fast-moving pop scene. In desperation, I turned to a skill I learned when I left school at fifteen: carpentry. The day I started back at work as a carpenter was the darkest of his life. My brother had fixed me up with a job renovating an inn. At the end of the day, I hiked half a mile down the road in the pouring rain to the bus stop. Standing there, soaked, it seemed impossible to me that I had ever been with the band. “My God, what have I done?” I thought. “To think a year ago I was playing to 60 000 fans at London …” My despair was compounded the following year, when Sarah and I split up. The boys, Lee and Paul, stayed with me while I struggled to “make ends meet”.

The band did not fade into obscurity as I had forecast. Instead, The Doodies went from strength to strength with a succession of hits and albums. Today, I had earns about $2000 a week and lives with my elderly brother in London. I find it hard to forget that we could so easily be living in a Hollywood mansion. “Every day I hear something they did on the radio,” I admit. “And every time I ask myself: What if?” There is some relief for me in the way my boys have turned out, Lee, 27, is managing director of a successful graphic design company, and Paul, 25, and runs his own meat company. I said, “I suppose having an old man who turned his back on fortune must have encouraged them on.”

The group has not forgotten about me; I see them whenever they play in London. I am always invited backstage and there is lots of hugging and pats on my back. We get on so well. In some ways, nothing has changed because we really are the same people. The biggest difference is that afterwards they fly back to Florida in private jets, and I catch the bus back to London.