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swp. Ako parin ito, ang babaeng umaasang babalikan mo

Ilang araw, buwan o taon na ba ang nakalipas? Naalala mo pa ba? Naalala mo pa ba ako? Naalala mo pa ba ang tayo? Sa tingin ko. Hindi. Hindi kasi kasi hanggang ngayon, naghihintay parin. Hanggang ngayon nagdadasal parin. NAsa gitna ng mga alaala na minsan nating ikinasaya. Nasa gitna ng katagang lalaban o bibitawan. Nasa gitna ng tapos na o laban pa. Nasa isipan ang mga salitang mahal pa kaya niya ako? o may nahanap na ba siyang iba na minahal siya ng mashigit pa sa pagmamahal ko? Ngunit kahit anong pagiisip ay umasa parin, kasi sabi mo sa akin ay bigyan lang kita ng oras. Oras upang malaman ko na may nahanap kana. May iba. Oras para ako’y magmumukhang tanga. Di bale na, mahal pa rin kita. At ako parin ito. Ako parin ito... ang babaeng umaasang babalikan mo.

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swp. Maghihintay Ako

Napakasaya natin noon. Mga oras kung saan tayo’y mayroon. Yung ating tawanan, bangayan, at halikan. Di ko talaga maatim na kalimutan. Dahil ang mga alaalang ito...ay kung saan ako buo. Ito ay nung bago ka nawala. Nawala sa aking tabi na minsan mong sinabi na parati kang mananatili. Na parati kang nandito...at mamahalin ako. Ngayon ako’y nakatunganga. Nagiisip kung ako pa ba o may iba na. NAgiisip kung mahal mo pa o tinataboy mo na...ksai tapos kana. Pero hindi parin natinag itong puso ko. Kasi ikaw lang naman ang laman nito. At sa oras nato, hawak-hawak itong singsing na binigay mo. Na maghihintay ako. Maghihintay sa iyong rason o kaya’y eksplinasyon. Di bale na kung ano ang mga ito, basta may alam lang ako. Kasi ang hirap maghintay sa wala. Kaya bahala na, hindi ko alam kung anong aasahan pa. Yung relasyon natin...o closure nalang ba. Hindi ko alam. Basta maghihintay ako. Dahil ikay mahal ko. Mahal ko nang buong buo.

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Kabanata 1: Sa Ibabaw ng Kubyerta

Buod

Isang umaga ng Disyembre sa Ilog Pasig ay dumadaan ang Bapor Tabo. Sa loob nito ay sina Don Custodio, Ben Zayb, Padre Irene, Padre Salvi, Donya Victorina, Kapitan Heneral at Simoun.

Mabigat, bilog at halos hugis tabo ang bapor na kung saan pinagmulan ang pangalan nito, napaka maharlika at kapita-kapitagan dahil sa kabagalan nito. Makikita sa ibabang parte ng Bapor Tabo ay ang mga intsik at indio kasama ang mga kalakal sapagkat sa itaas naman ay ang mga empleado ng pamahalaan, prayle at mga mahahalagang tao sa kubyerta.

Ang kanilang pinag-uusapan ay tungkol sa pagpapalalim ng Ilog Pasig. Ani ni Siomoun na kilala bilang tagapagpayo ni Kapitan Heneral ay ang paggawa ng tuwid na kanal na mag-uugnay sa lawa ng Laguna at sa look ng Maynila. Nagkasagutan sila Don Custodio at ilang pari dahil kinailangan ng maraming pera upang ito'y magawa at kung sino rin ang gagawa sa proyektong ito. Sagot naman ni Simoun ay ang mga preso at salarin ang magtatrabaho at kung hinda raw sapat lahat ay magtatrabaho at imbes na labinlimang araw lang ang Polo, gagawin itong hanggang apat na buwan at pagbaunin na rin ng pagkain ang mga manggagawa. Natakot naman si Don Custodio dahil baka raw maghimagsik ang mga tao sa ganyang uri ng panukala. Mungkahi ni Don Custodio ay ang pag-aalaga ng mga pato na kakain sa mga maliliit na suso sa ilalim ng lawa para lumalim ito ng walang gumagawa, ngunit ayaw naman ni Donya Victorina na matuloy ang pag-aalaga nga pato dahil darami ang balot na pinandidirihan niya.

Mga Tauhan

Don Custodio        Donya Victorina

 Ben Zayb             Kapitan Heneral

 Padre Irene         Simoun

 Padre Salvi 

Suliranin

Hindi binigyan ng karapatan bilang isang indibidwal na tao ang mga mahihirap dahil sila’y kapos palad lamang at naghari-harian ang mga mayayaman.

Isyung Panlipunan

Ang pagkakaroon ng diskriminasyon - ating makikita na ang mga mahihirap ay nasa ibabang parte ng Bapor Tabo kasi dito’y napakasikip at hindi gaanong mahangin, habang ang mga mayayaman ay nasa itaas na parte kung saan sila’y makalahngap ng hangin at makikihalubilo sa ibang kasapi na mayayaman rin.

Gintong Aral

Hindi dapat natin minamaliit ang mga tao na kung saan sila’y mahihirap, dapat nga ay magbigay tayo ng kahit maliliit lang na parte para sa kanila dahil ito’y malaking tulong para sa kanila. Dapat tayong magtutulungan upang mapaunlad ang ating kinabukasan.

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Your words can never hurt me. The things I say to myself is harsher than what you will ever say to me.

afangirlthatisinalotoffandoms  (via wnq-writers)

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She had everything, except the heart of the boy who’d never heard of love.

V//it’s you (via abstractedaffections)

Damnnnn

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Why don’t you ever admit you’re falling in love?“ "Because that to me is admitting certain death.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

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Be careful. He tells you he loves you, and then when you show the world what’s yours he says you’re possessive. Mind you you never mention the twenty other girls he has on speed dial, or the conversations you’re not meant to hear. Of course you don’t, you love him and you know he could slip through your fingers like wisps of fog in London, lost forever, so why the fuck would you mention it? It’s piddly shit anyways. It means nothing. Right? Be careful. He tells you he’s there for you through thick and thin, and then when you totter backwards it’s time for him to take a phone call from one of his sidegirls and you land on your ass on the cold floor. Mind you he doesn’t even know half of what’s really going on, the anxiety and the home problems and the thousands of other things. Of course he doesn’t, you never told him because you didn’t want to overload him and scare him off. You know better than to place too much on his shoulders, because your frame is stronger than his, but you never thought his strength would fail when it came to you. Do you really weigh that much, so much that even half your heart is enough? It makes sense though. At the most all you have is half of his soul, his heart, his mind, so why would he tolerate more than half of yours? But that’s okay. You know how to pick yourself up and keep right on loving him when he says ‘Sorry Babe, I just got a little busy’ with that arm around the waist and that sideways smile. Don’t you? Be careful. Your smile is sharper than glass when he tells you it’s over, and your ‘I’m okay’ rings out in the air like a gunshot. Mind you he probably doesn’t know you’re lying and he probably thinks this won’t have repercussions. Of course he does, why would he see any problems on the black horizon? He’s free like an animal let out of captivity, free to take home who he really wants and not have to struggle with what it all means and why he can’t fill the hole in his chest and why he thinks it might be shaped like you, and he can’t see ten feet in front of him past the opportunities spilling out before him like vomit out of a dog’s mouth. He can’t know what’s going on in your mind, the wailing vortex opening up in your heart that screams his name, the hard glint of glass on your eyes that might be tears as he walks you to your car one last time. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’ll reconsider, and he’ll call you tomorrow. Won’t he? Be careful. Even with these words, be careful. Your pen scalds the paper and leaves scorch marks in the spelling of his name, and the tears in your eyes burn like they’re bleach, and he doesn’t even know he’s on your mind, or does he? Nothing’s clear anymore. You almost can’t see what you’re writing, and words on the page have a tendency to get up and walk on their own. They pick up the knife or the daisy, the revolver or the boquet, all depending on the intentions behind them, and you might still love him but right now the last thing on your mind is kissing him and the first thing in your head is killing him. Be careful.

A word of caution (Abby, also Day 28)

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i need someone to tell me not to end my life tonight

please. (via myshittyfeels)

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Don’t ask them  to stay,  Don’t do it, if they wanted to stay they would, It’s that simple.

you said you needed freedom, I didn’t realize I was a prison // A.H.  (via tender-souls)

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it hurts. it hurts until it doesn’t.

the one quote that’s gotten me through everything (via drowningpoetry)

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Stop allowing them to change your perception of yourself. A flower does not lose its beauty once someone stops admiring it. You are just as wonderful now as you were when they were still around. Act like it.

Maxwell Diawuoh (via wnq-writers)

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You might not realise it, but you’re destroying her, you know. Getting her hopes up every time you’re drunk, only to crush them once you’re sober. Weekend after weekend. I know you had no idea, but haven’t you ever noticed the way she looks at you? She’s in love with you, she always has been. But for you she’s just a game and sadly, she’s always been a sucker for those.

something i hope one of my friends will have the guts to tell you one day. (via bandteesanddocs)

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i thought with the passing time i would replace what i lost but i became fragile and emptier than before and all left was nothing i would never find a way to bring all my missing pieces together into one

k.m (via fluohrine)