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I write because I have to. If I don’t, I’ll get a failing grade. If that happens,
I’ll lose my scholarship. Then, of course, my parents will have to pay the tuition
fee. So, most probably, there will be a decrease of my allowance and that will
hurt me and my stomach. Not only will my system adjust to less glucose but also
I’ll struggle with disappointments and regrets that will lead me to think again of
all the past mistakes I’ve done and eventually, I’ll wake up everyday thinking
how great of a failure I am. All these things could negatively affect me which
things and it has become my greatest motivation. Well, I don’t want lose my
finished because it makes me tired and I get bored doing it and so I just wrote
anything that comes up to my mind and didn’t cared of anything beyond that. But
when I read for the first time my first piece, I was so devastated--that’s an
understatement of what I really felt. Then, I felt the need of revising it and little
by little, I started to figure things out and I started to really understand my piece
and slowly, I fell in love with the feeling of being able to express myself through
words. From that moment on, I started to develop the desire to write even without
the necessity to and though I got a score just a little bit above the passing score
from that piece, there was that indescribable feeling of satisfaction of being able
to represent myself through that work and regardless of what I have gotten, I was
happy.
Now, still, I write because I have to but more than that, I write because I am
“Lie” a tender noise in alto echoed from the entrance. “Jacob!” I ran to him
even when the floors of what seemed to be an extension of heaven were as slippery as
how I define that word. I gave him a longing hug and from his grin, I knew, he was
happy to see me. “The results of your blood test came out and it seems like you will
have to stay here longer.” Jacob always tells me these words trying to look like he’s
fine with it but I knew, it breaks him inside. I wanted to tell him that I’m tired. I
wanted to walk out that door and see even just for a while what’s in there. “It’s okay.”
I replied. Trying to convince myself that it is. “Lie, I know. I know that staying in this
room for heaven knows till when and not knowing anyone but me makes you even
more sick” I felt bad that Jacob had no choice but to spend his entire life hoping that
the girl she loves will soon be able to get out of this room and spend the the rest of his
days with her. “Jacob, it’s alright.” I gave him a wink and a smile as if I don’t have
countless questions of what is on the outside, as if the thought of getting stuck here
forever doesn’t bother me. “I’m so sorry, Lie” Jacob said with his voice so hopeless
that it made a tear dropped from my eyes without permission. Jacob was always
It was a Wednesday—horrible syringe days and the last that will be injected to
me always feels like it sucks out my energy that even breathing made me struggle. I
thought of that moment as a chance for escape. I could break Jacob’s arm and stick
that sharp needle to his skin and run. “Lie, I know this will hurt a bit but just hold me
and you’ll be okay.” I couldn’t do it. I wanted to get out but that means I have to go
against Jacob—to go against the only person I know and the only person who loves
me. I was trying to hide my thoughts but I knew Jacob noticed so I just let it out.
“Jacob, I want to be out of here.” I said, pleading—trying to stop him from
injecting that painful liquid but instead of listening, he punctured me with that sharp
needle.
Not a week after that talk, Jacob came back. “Lie, your blood test came out
and…” “it seems like you will have to stay here longer” I knew. I’ve memorized it.
“Jacob, I want to get out.” Jacob looked at me with his eyes enraged. He was furious
and I did not understand why. I was scared. “Lie, you know it’s dangerous. You know
it’s lethal and not only will you harm yourself but every person you’ll talk to.” “But
Jacob, you do not understand. I want to live. I want to feel something aside from the
sting of these syringes. I want to…” “It’s either you endure this or you’ll walk
through that door and see everyone die because of your selfishness.” Just right after
those words, I pushed Jacob to the door and before he could sting me with that needle
again, I did it to him instead. I sobbed, shaking, not knowing what to do next. I ran as
Everything amazed me. Everyone in that broad space made me feel human
and there were many colors and I could stare at those forever. With my mind full of
bliss at that moment, my heart wept and I realized I couldn’t be happy without Jacob
I decided to trace back where I went and on my way, there was this dirty gray
sheet that caught my eyes. I picked it up and tried to read it like I’ve read the labels in
became mad of inventions that he killed people for it. He was too passionate about his
Job that he became insane. Above the story was an old picture of him and to my
Buros ba?
Dongkoy: Mayet’s boyfriend who wants to get the baby (if there is) off
from Mayet’s womb. He is a happy-go-lucky person.
Tagline
“We don’t always regret mistakes. We do them again sometimes”
Synopsis
Mayet and Dongkoy are in a relationship. One day, Mayet’s menstruation
was delayed. The two thought of seeing a quack doctor but they were not
able to know whether Mayet was pregnant or not. So, they prayed, hoping
that through their prayers, their problem would be resolved. With the same
experience, they heard a girl who was talking to someone in the phone.
They thought that this was God’s answer to their prayers causing them to
follow everything they heard from the phone call; only resulting them to
do the same mistake over again.
Buros ba?
(Sa text)
(Walay nitubag)
Mayet: Lhubz?
Mayet: Lhubz! Ayaw na pag effort. Nawong palang nimo daan, angay na
kahadlukan.
(Gi abrihan ni Mayet ang purtahan. Apan walay tawo sa gawas niini.)
Mayet: I love you too my Lhabz. Mahadlok man kog abat pero mas mahadlok
gihapon ko nga mawala ka.
Mayet: (Nagsugod ug hilak) Lhabz, “duda” lang gani diba? Paita ba anang
utoka Lhabz oy!
Dongkoy: (ni-smile) Ayawg kabalaka Lhabz, Dili ikaw o ako ang mawala, kung
dili kanang sulod sa imong tiyan. Ig naa man.
Mayet: (Nabalaka) Ha? Lhabz! Dili baya ko naga tuo-tuo ug ingani. Mag adto
nalang tas doktor Lhabz! Mahadlok ko Lhabz!
Dongkoy: (Gitabunan ang baba ni Mayet) Atong niaging semana, Manang Koring.
(Kay Mayet) Paghilom sa Lhabz, palihog. Paminaw nalang.
Dongkoy: Manang Koring, kung di nimo mahatag sa amoa ang tubag karon,
tabangi nalang kami sa laing pamaagi.
Dongkoy: Numero nalang sa Lasto Manang Koring. Last naman gud ni among
kwarta pangbayad nimo.
Manang Koring: (Nasuko) Uli!
Mayet: Unsaon nalang man nato ni lhabz nga walay klaro man tong mga
gipang-ingon sa mananambal or manghuhula ba to?
Dongkoy: Lagi lhabz, kasayang lang jud sakong wawertz dzuh. Wa na tay mahimo
ani kundi ipangadyi nalang jud na dili mabundat ng imong tiyan.
Mayet: Mangadto nalang siguro tag simbahan lhabz. Ihalad nato ning
kahimtanga sa Ginoo.
Mayet: Ginoo, kaluy-i kami saamong salang gihimo. Palihug paminawa ning
among pag-ampo kay dili na gayud kami mag usab.
Dongkoy: Agay kasakit! Mao nang dili na unta muabot ang panahong mahitabo
nang butanga, Ginoo. Padugua nalang gayud ang jeena ni Mayet. Batan-on
paming duha ug sa kadaghan pa samong mga dapat buhaton sa skwela ug balay
samong mga maguwang, nag dungag dungag ra ni samong responsibilidad.
Babaye: Sige, wa na koy labot mugana ba’g dili nang imong nisip. Basta
ingna lang kay buhaton nako ang tanan dug-on lang kog balik.
(Nikuhag bolpen ug papel ang babaye arun ilista ang mga ginapang ingon
sa iyang kaistorya sa cellphone.)
Babaye: O, sige, pagyawyaw dira kay akoang ilista. Sige una, muinom ug
daghang beer. Unsa? Red horse? Tanduay? Tanduay kay mas barato? Sige,
Tanduay. Tapos? Lima ka buok? Sige. Tapos muambak ko para dug-on na jud
ko for sure? Sige Badet! Mupalit nako karon dayon. Kung kini man ang
makasulbad sakong problema, buhaton jud nako. Salamat dzai!
Dongkoy: Lhabz! Basig mao na ning tubag sa Ginoo! Magdali kita ug mupalit
pud. Pulo ka Tanduay.
Mayet: Pulo gayud? Lima lang man tong ating nadunggan lhabz.
Dongkoy: Aw, mag inom nalang kitang duha ug tabangan tika mag ambak ambak.
Lima lima kitang duha!
Mayet: Sige, ato nalang suwayan. Unta kini na ang makasulbad sa atong
kahimtang.
Dongkoy: Ayoooo!
Mayet: Lhabz, ka-init ba nimo ug ulo karon uy!Kabalo man kang gara-garaon
ra gyud na si Dodoy. Unsay problema?
Mayet: Lhabz, para mas dali, dungan nalang tang duha mag-inom. Sabayi
nalang pud kog ambak ambak.
Mayet: Oo lhabz, ako pa? Kayanun gayud kini kay mao ning tubag sa Diyos
sa atong mga gipang ampo. Mao nang dili na ta magdugay ug magsugod na samtang
wala pa sina Mamuh ug Papuh.
PAGKASUNOD NA ADLAW…
As I ventured out the world of writing and revising, I have not only improved my
skills in it but I also had the time to know my self deeper. For all of the pieces I have
made, there were people and experiences that inspired me to do it. I wrote the poem
“She was I” as a reflection of how I see myself., the character of Lie was inspired by
my mother who endured all the pain and chose not to live blissfully just to give us the
life we have now and the story “Buros Ba?” was inspired by teenage struggles that I,
together with my group mates, Christi Sia and Norhadia Mindo have observed which
has become one of the phenomena that needs urgent solutions today. When writing all
of those, I have realized a lot of things but the greatest of all those realizations was
My journey in this subject was full of plot twists and unexpected comebacks and
when making the revisions, I remembered all the lessons I learned throughout that
journey--both in class and outside classrooms and it made me realize greater things
Writing is more than just putting words together and making sense out of it. It’s
actually pouring your heart out, giving yourself an outlet for your pain, happiness,
regrets, etc. And inspiring other people from all of those and see yourself grow not