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There was a boy named Ricky ….

Mabait, matalino, matangkad, at higit sa lahat gwapo. Ngunit galit sya sa mga mayayaman, he always compare them to persons who always… making disastrous things. Para sa kanya, ang mga mayayaman ay ang tipo ng mga taong di makiki usapan, mga taong walang awa at tsaka mga taong nananapak ng buhay ng iba lalo na ng mahihirap tulad nya.

And his best friend Paul,

Mayaman, may magarang pangalan sa lipunan ang pamilyang kinabibilangan nya. He is always expected to be the most of the best. Kasi daw halos lahat meron sya. Iisa lang ang suliraning noon pa gustong bigyang lunas ni paul, at kung maaari ay ibaon na lamang sa limot ito. Yun ay ang totoo nyang pag katao. Ang totoong Paul na kilala nya noon pa man, ang Paul na palagi nyang kausap sa salamin. And he is always funned of asking himself. “ano ba tlaga ako?”.
At dahil na galit ang bestfriend nyang ni Ricky sa Tulad nilang Anak Dolyares, Pilit nya itong tinatago sa matalik na kaibigan. As if, na para bang kasing halaga ito ng sekreto nya.
He is so blessed na hanggang ngayon, matibay ang pagkakaibigan nila ng Simpatikong Crush ng Bayan. It was since grade six ng nagkasalubong ang landas ng dalawa. And there, starts the undisputed illusions of Paul to his Best friend. Kaya nga minsan, tinutukso sila ng mga kalaro nila sa basket ball.

“Pasa mo, Pasa dito…” shoot!!... Aww...! Sayang….” Go Ricky, Go Ricky….!!!....

“Paul ang bola,.. salo…..” pumigil ang oras at ang pag ikot ng mundo ni paul ng makitang papalapit sa kanya ang naglalamirang katawan ng kaibigan…” awww!!!!!”

Halos isang minutong titigan ang nasilayan ng mga nanduon, nandilat ang mga mata ni paul ng halos mag dugtong ang ibabang bahagi ng katawan nila, Nang daganan sya ng simpatikong kaibigan.

“Ayuhhh…” pare ang chezzy natin ahh…!” tukso ng ka team mate nila.

Itinulak ni Paul ang katawan ng kaibigan palayo. “Anu ba kayo? Walang babakla bakla dito….” Ang tanging alibay na naisip ni Paul sa mga pagkakataong yun.
“Tuloy na nga natin”.. Matapos ang Halos 3 oras na paglalaro ng pawis at alikabok ng daan. Napadpad ang lahat sa bihisan ng mga manlalarong opisyal…

Lumapit sa Kaibigan ang nalilitong Binata “pare, Diretsohin mo nga ako, Bakla ka ba?”… nanlumo si Paul sa Pambungad ng Kaibigan, “hah? Bakla? Ako bakla? Hahahahaha…. Anu kba nman pare…!!!” sa gwapo kong to? Bakla? Hah..!”

“Sa Bagay,” ang tanging naiganti nI Ricky. Basta’t tandaan mo pare, hah… nilapitan nya ang kaibigan at niyakap panlalaki sabay pihit na sinabing, “di tayo Talo”…. Ngiti ang naiguhit sa mga labi nito sabay palayo…

Nagpaiwan ang di mapakaling pawisan, dahan dahan hinuhog ng tubig ang mukha , tumitig sa salamin, at buong Imosyon na sinabing, “Anu Ba talaga ako? Sino ba talaga ako? Paul.. sino ka? Paul?” mga salitang nagbigay daan sa malalaking butil ng patak ng kanyang mga luha.

Magkaklase sina Paul at Ricky kaya’t di maipagkakailang Kambal-tuko sila kung turingin. Until one time, na di kalian man malilimutang araw ni Paul, ang Umpisa ng lahat. The beginning of thy story. Ang pagkakataong nakilala ni Ricky si Jennelyn.

Jennelyn, ang natatanging girlfriend at laman ng puso ni Ricky.

Napapabilang sa Masaya at simpleng pamilya. Simpleng pamilya na syang humubog sa kanya upang taglayin ang katangiang Maria Clara. Maganda, Mayumi, tahimik at kasing ganyak ang kagandahan sa isang diyosa..., mga katngiang nagpa ibig sa puso ng simpatikong kaibigan ni Paul.

Naging matalik na magkaibigan ang tatlo, hanggang sa.. dumating ang puntong,,
“pare, tulungan mo naman ako ohh..” pakiusap ni Ricky sa nababagabag na kaibigan.
“Cge bah basta’t ikaw, walang problema, anu ba atin?” “ tulungan mo naman akong mag akyat ng ligaw kay jen.”

“Hah????” kay jen?” teka nagbibiro ka ba tol?” pautal utal na sagot ni Paul.
“seryoso ako tol, Lakas talaga ng tama ko sa kanya” mahal ko si jenn…..
Sa mga sandaling yun unang naramdaman ni Paul ang sakit ng Kutsilyong unti unting humihiwa sa kanyang puso. Na halos din a niya namalayang may luhang umaagos sa magkabila nyang mata..

“tol? Ok ka lang? so anuh na? tutulungan mo ba ako tol?”

“oo.. sige..titingnan ko magagawa ko…”

After Almost A month of boundless courtship of Ricky, napagtagumpayan nyang tanggapin ang oo ni jenn..

Ang natatanging oo na syang unti unting lumulusaw sa pagkatao ni Paul sa tuwing maaalala nya ang mga pagkakataong ito.

And there it all started…

Paul trying to stay away from his bestfriend… alam nya kasi na parang di na dapa, at din a kailangan. Kung sa bagay noon pa dapat nya ginawa to, at least di masyadong masakit para sa kanya ngayon na tanggapin ang katotohanang, di magiging sila ng impatikong si Ricky.

After all, destiny always make way to cross their faces and hearts once again,…

It was a fair afternoon that time, when Paul is silently walking to the Tennis court of their University, out of his consciousness….

Nakita nyang nahiga si Ricky sa lap ng Dalaga, tinitigan sya ng binata. Kitang kita nya sa mga mata nito ang kasiyahang alam nyang di nya maibibigay sa binata kailn man. After all, With all of his courage and self-esteem, he found himself on Comfort room facing the clear mirror and trying to stop the invulnerable flow of his emotions in his eyes.

“ayoko na!!!!!, bakit ba ako ganito?.... Parusa ba to? O anu?.. mahal ko sya.. mahal na mahal..”

48 hours past, mahahalata pa sa mga mata ni Paul ang bakas ng mga gabi ng iyakan, gabi ng pangingilala, at gabi ng bulagsak na damdamin.

“Hi paul!,, bati sa kanya ng isang kakilala… di nya sukat maisip na pagkatapos ng lahat, nakuha nya pang pumunta sa isang party at ang matindi pa nito…. Sa party mismo ng babaeng dahilan ng iyak at pighating dinadanas nya sa kasalukuyan…

Yes, 20^th birthday ng dalaga…. ,, sa di kalayuan nasakop ng pananaw ni Paul ang nakatalikod ng isang makisig na binata. “Paul, salamat andito ka Pare,”.. halika sa loob. Ricky holds the right hand of Paul and tries to pull it over his hot body…

“ohhh, ohh,… pare, lasing kana ata…” pasaring ni Paul na may kunting kilig sa puso.

At exactly 1:00 o clock in the morning, wala ng katao tao ang bakuran nina jenn. Palingon lingon si Paul, para bang may hinahanap….

“ako ba hinahanap mo pare?” malaking pagkagulat ni Paul ng biglang me dumagan sa kanyang likod…. Lupaypay na si Ricky…. Di na halos makatayo….

“napasubra ka na naman pare”, walang sumagot sa tanong na yun habang nagmamaniho. Napatalikod saglit si Paul upang tignan ag nakatulog nang kaibigan.

Nang pagdating sa condo ni Ricky, pinahiga nya ito… akmang lalabas na sya sana sa pinto upang umuwi…nagising ang lasing na binata.

“Oh, pare san ka pupunta? Tagay pa tayo…. “(sabay suka) mga salitang yun na kumimbinsi sa kanya na wag munang iwanan ang kaibigan.

Lumapit ang nangungumbinsing simbuyo ni Paul sa Katawan ng lasing na kaibigan. Dagling dambot dampot niya ang isang planggana ng maligamgam na tubig at maliit na pamunas na syang masimbuyong hinagod sa buong katawan ng binata.

“Jenn!” ungol pa nito.

Malakas na kalabog ng dibdib niya ang itinugon ng mga salitang iyon. Akmang tatayo na ang nadismayang anino ni Paul ng biglang dumagan sa kanya ang mabibigat na kamay ng lasing na binata.

Hindi inaasahan ng isang katulad nya ang mga ganitong pagkakataon. Lalong lumakas ang kalabog at daloy ng dugo sa kanyang dibdib. Animo’y naninikip ito. Langhap langhap nya ang hininga ng binata. Ang sensasyong bumabalot sa kanyang kabuuan ang unti unting nagpapahina ng kanyang katatagan.

wala na syang ibang maisip sa mga oras na yun, kundi tanggapin at lubusang paligayahin ang sarili sa hindi matatanggihang alok ng pagkakataon..

kinaumagahan,.. himbing na himbing parin ang gwapong si Ricky. Habang si Paul ay abala sa kusina sa paghahanda ng almusal ng pinakamamahal nyang binata.

“wow,..” hmm ako na siguro yung pinaswerteng lalaki sa mundo at may bestfriend akong tulad mo”…simbuyo ng bagong gising.

“gising ka na pala rick,..(???) i mean pre… teka bat mo naman yan nasabi? Hah?” namumulang banat ni Paul.

“syempre. Masarap ka magmasahe, masarap katabi, masarap magluto at higit sa lahat…”

“Higit sa lahat anuh?”

Biglang lalapit ang puyat na katawan ni ricky sa kaibigan at dahan dahang bubulong ng.. “masarap magmahal”…. Halatang namula at nagging balisa masyado ang reaksyon ni Paul sa panunuksong iyon.

“biro lang tol.. uy,, baka..magalit ka..” bawi na sambit ni Ricky.

“ulol, may iniisip lang ako.”!!... tol matanong ko lang.. gaanu mo kamahal si jenn?

“whow.. lalim natin tol,…!! Pero sa totoo tol, mahal na mahal,,,na para bang lahat kaya kong isuko para sa kanya.. teka.. bat mo naman natanong?..

“wala”, para kay paul, sapat na ang kanyang narinig para putulin na ang dapat ay noon pa nya ginawa.

Ilang araw ding di nagpakita sa university si Paul, ni magparamdam sa kaibigan.,, wala!

Until one day….

“Tol, pare, san ka ba nagsusuot hah? Tagal kitang di nakita hah…?” pambungad ni Ricky sa kaibigan..

Ni walang ngiti o anu mang tunog na lumabas sa mga labi ni Paul, sa halip tuloy tuloy ito sa paglalakad.

“Paul, paul!!!..”

Halos isang lingo ding paulit ulit ang eksenang ito. ni hindi umiimik si Paul sa mga tao sa paligid nya. Parang nasiraan ng bait.

“siguro may malaking problema lang” sabi ng kapatid ni Ricky sa kanya.

“problema? Tulad naman ng anuh?”

“ikaw? Diba ikaw yung kaibigan ng tao dito? Bakit ako tinatanong mo? Diba dapat alam mo yun?” pangaral ni Cindy sa kanya.

Napaisip tuloy ng malalim si Ricky sa mga pangaral na iyon..

To be continued.

The Second Time Around

ang sarap pakinggan, di alam kung ano ba to?

basta alam ko gusto ko lang marinig...

romel

CAPIZ STATE UNIVERSITY

MAIN CAMPUS, ROXAS CITY

College Of Education

DATE:	TIME:	GROUP:	TEACHER:	SIGNATURE:
July 19, 2010	1:00- 2:00 pm	IV- Alexandrite	Miss Denosta
	2:00- 3:00 pm	IV- Topaz	Mrs. Bautista
	3:00- 4:00 pm	IV -Aquamarine	Mrs.Badoles
July 26, 2010	1:00- 2:00 pm	IV- Alexandrite	Miss Denosta
	2:00- 3:00 pm	IV- Topaz	Mrs. Bautista
	3:00- 4:00 pm	IV -Aquamarine	Mrs.Badoles
August 2,2010	1:00- 2:00 pm	IV- Alexandrite	Miss Denosta
	2:00- 3:00 pm	IV- Topaz	Mrs. Bautista
	3:00- 4:00 pm	IV -Aquamarine	Mrs.Badoles
August 9,2010	1:00- 2:00 pm	IV- Alexandrite	Miss Denosta
	2:00- 3:00 pm	IV- Topaz	Mrs. Bautista
	3:00- 4:00 pm	IV -Aquamarine	Mrs.Badoles
August16,2010	1:00- 2:00 pm	IV- Alexandrite	Miss Denosta
	2:00- 3:00 pm	IV- Topaz	Mrs. Bautista
	3:00- 4:00 pm	IV -Aquamarine	Mrs.Badoles

Romel Servando BSed 2b

Field Study Student

Dr. Norberta Demalata Ed. D

Dean of College Of Education

The Congo By Vachel Lindsay

The Congo

By Vachel Lindsay

A Study of the Negro Race

I—THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY

FAT black bucks in a wine-barrel room,

Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,

Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, (a deep rolling bass)

Pounded on the table,

Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,

Hard as they were able,

Boom, boom, BOOM,

With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,

Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.

THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.

I could not turn from their revel in derision.

THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK, (More deliberate. Solemnly chanted)

CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.

Then along that riverbank

A thousand miles

Tattooed cannibals danced in files;

Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song

And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong.

And “BLOOD!” screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors, (A rapidly piling climax of speed) and racket

“BLOOD!” screamed the skull-faced, lean witch-doctors;

“Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,

Harry the uplands,

Steal all the cattle,

Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle,

Bing!

Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM!”

A roaring, epic, rag-time tune (With a philosophic pause)

From the mouth of the Congo

To the Mountains of the Moon.

Death is an Elephant,

Torch-eyed and horrible, (Shrilly and with a heavily accented meter)

Foam-flanked and terrible.

BOOM, steal the pygmies,

BOOM, kill the Arabs,

BOOM, kill the white men,

HOO, HOO, HOO.

Listen to the yell of Leopold’s ghost (Like the wind in the chimney)

Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host.

Hear how the demons chuckle and yell

Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.

Listen to the creepy proclamation,

Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation,

Blown past the white-ants’ hill of clay,

Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play:—

(All the O sounds very golden. Heavy accents very heavy. Light accents very light. Last line whispered)

“Be careful what you do,

Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,

And all of the other

Gods of the Congo,

Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,

Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,

Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”

II—THEIR IRREPRESSIBLE HIGH SPIRITS

Wild crap-shooters with a whoop and a call (Rather shrill and high)

Danced the juba in their gambling-hall

And laughed fit to kill, and shook the town,

And guyed the policemen and laughed them down

With a boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.

THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,

(Read exactly as in first section. Lay emphasis on the delicate ideas. Keep as light-footed as possible)

CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.

A negro fairyland swung into view,

A minstrel river

Where dreams come true.

The ebony palace soared on high

Through the blossoming trees to the evening sky.

The inlaid porches and casements shone

With gold and ivory and elephant-bone.

And the black crowd laughed till their sides were sore

At the baboon butler in the agate door,

And the well-known tunes of the parrot band

That trilled on the bushes of that magic land.

A troupe of skull-faced witch-men came (With pomposity)

Through the agate doorway in suits of flame,

Yea, long-tailed coats with a gold-leaf crust

And hats that were covered with diamond-dust.

And the crowd in the court gave a whoop and a call

And danced the juba from wall to wall.

But the witch-men suddenly stilled the throng (With a great deliberation and ghostliness)

With a stern cold glare, and a stern old song:

“Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.”…

Just then from the doorway, as fat as shotes (With overwhelming assurance, good cheer, and pomp)

Came the cake-walk princes in their long red coats,

Canes with a brilliant lacquer shine,

And tall silk hats that were red as wine.

And they pranced with their butterfly partners there,

(With growing speed and sharply marked dance-rhythm)

Coal-black maidens with pearls in their hair,

Knee-skirts trimmed with the jassamine sweet, (And bells on their ankles and little black feet.)

And the couples railed at the chant and the frown

Of the witch-men lean, and laughed them down.

(Oh, rare was the revel, and well worth while

That made those glowering witch-men smile.)

The cake-walk royalty then began

To walk for a cake that was tall as a man

To the tune of “Boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,”

While the witch-men laughed, with a sinister air,

(With a touch of negro dialect, and as rapidly as possible toward the end)

And sang with the scalawags prancing there:

“Walk with care, walk with care,

Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo,

And all of the other

Gods of the Congo,

Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.

Beware, beware, walk with care,

Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom.

Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom,

Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, boom,

Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay,

BOOM.”

Oh, rare was the revel, and well worth while (Slow philosophic calm)

That made those glowering witch-men smile.

III—THE HOPE OF THEIR RELIGION

A good old negro in the slums of the town (Heavy bass. With a literal imitation of camp-meeting) racket, and trance

Preached at a sister for her velvet gown.

Howled at a brother for his low-down ways,

His prowling, guzzling, sneak-thief days.

Beat on the Bible till he wore it out

Starting the jubilee revival shout.

And some had visions, as they stood on chairs,

And sang of Jacob, and the golden stairs.

And they all repented, a thousand strong,

From their stupor and savagery and sin and wrong,

And slammed with their hymn-books till they shook the room

With “Glory, glory, glory,”

And “Boom, boom, BOOM.”

THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,

CUTTING THROUGH THE JUNGLE WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.

And the gray sky opened like a new-rent veil (Exactly as in the first section. Begin with terror and power, end with joy)

And showed the apostles with their coats of mail.

In bright white steel they were seated round,

And their fire-eyes watched where the Congo wound.

And the twelve Apostles, from their thrones on high,

Thrilled all the forest with their heavenly cry:

(Sung to the tune of “Hark, ten thousand harps and voices” )

“Mumbo-Jumbo will die in the jungle;

Never again will he hoo-doo you,

Never again will he hoo-doo you.”

Then along that river, a thousand miles (With growing deliberation and joy)

The vine-snared trees fell down in files.

Pioneer angels cleared the way

For a Congo paradise, for babes at play,

For sacred capitals, for temples clean.

Gone were the skull-faced witch-men lean.

There, where the wild ghost-gods had wailed, (In a rather high key—as delicately as possible)

A million boats of the angels sailed

With oars of silver, and prows of blue

And silken pennants that the sun shone through.

’Twas a land transfigured, ’twas a new creation.

Oh, a singing wind swept the negro nation,

And on through the backwoods clearing flew:—

(To the tune of “Hark, ten thousand harps and voices”)

“Mumbo-Jumbo is dead in the jungle.

Never again will he hoo-doo you.

Never again will he hoo-doo you.”

Redeemed were the forests, the beasts and the

And only the vulture dared again

By the far, lone mountains of the moon

To cry, in the silence, the Congo tune: (Dying down into a penetrating, terrified whisper)

“Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,

Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you.

Mumbo … Jumbo … will … hoo-doo … you.”