L I T E R A R Y JUNE - DECEMBER 2006 Cabatuan Hymn Ang dung nga gintunaan Sang maduagon nga kasaysayan Gindihon sa kagulangan Sa sapa nga tuhay sa kinaandan. Maragtas nga. nahisayran Sa tagsa-tagsa nangin sulundan Panindugan sa madugay nga panahon Labi pa gid nangin malig-on. Bilidhon nga binuhatan Nangin bangs sa kahilwayan Napanubli nga kadungganan Sa mga tumandok sang Cabatuan. Ang banwa nga namat-an Sang amon mga ginikanan Mga handum kag kinaadman Padulong sa kadalag-an. Bison diin, bison lay sin-o Waay liwan ginapabugal ko Himpit sa tagipusuon ko Suod nga Cabatuananon ako Sa imo amon ginahalad Sakripisyo kag pag-alagad Higugmaon ka tubtob san-o 0 Cabatuan, banwa ko! Music and Lyrics by: JESUS PABLITO VILLANUEVA Brgy. 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He is engaged in so many kinds of business However, these businesses are all illegal Pick pocketing, hold-up, robbery, and snatching Just name it, he knows everything. The mother acts as if she's rich and famous But she's also engaged in illegal activities She's a promoter of small town lottery tickets And she's also selling pirated CDs to costumers. And they have a son who is a gay He thinks he was born with a spoon of gold He is ambitious and such a social climber And he often demands money from his parents. One unlucky day the policeman nabbed the father The same thing happened to the mother Their son failed all his subjects in school Now he's alone and does nothing but sob. Several months passed and now he learned to live Now engaged in his parents's field of expertise He robbed everyone whom he deceived He totally forgot the word "Justice." But he isn't so lucky all the time as well He was caught for snatching and now he's inside the cell He thanked the police officer for jailing him Now, he's reunited with his family in the cell. From a pathetic hut made of light materials To a house made of cement and metal This place is what they have been dreading from A nia•p of _%&r14ftv free hind and togetherness Sang amon mga ginikanan Mga handum kag kinaadman Padulong sa kadalag-an. Bisan diin, bisan kay sin-o Waay liwan ginapabugal ko Himpit sa tagipusuon ko Suod nga Cabatuananon ako Sa imo amon ginahalad Sakripisyo kag pag-alagad Higugmaon ka tubtob san-o 0 Cabatuan, banwa ko! Music and Lyrics by: JESUS PABLITO VILLANUEVA Brgy. 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I Swear I Won't Cry By: Shanen Albrasosa (4-Einstein) I swear I won't ety When the pain draw nigh But tears will surely fall front my eyes When the truth he keeps from my sight. I swear I won't cry When friends desert me by In moments of deepest hurt A plaintive voice whispers in the night. I swear I won't cry If the world turns up-side-down Fora pair of hands will break the fall And strengthen the heart of algal. "Youth is the most wonderful, the most that's for lovers. I'm still nine years old!" perplexed time of life." This idea is well "Okay. Listen, child, think with your explained in this story. heart so that you will understand," the father Some nights back, a boy was reading advised. aloud a poem entitled " To the Filipino Youth" "at Is Youth? By: Ken Hualde (IV-Einstein) —f I -A A –.— +- "Youth is a child at play, It's rich taught w r' - .131L f" uric w 00W ewa 1"a d4e4&v 4 se4ar4 d Ae4~, 71w# myth qe w &Ae a o4ed &,,w "a OW& d-d rOW4 at ae 4a6 51Z16" 4& eke WWra e" dee Ard -4609 de 40 4 alai 9'" 9& 71wa 57a& eamea Boat q aed 4et oza" 4 PW &W dudV Itm " Od a pow# 6T 7d, pd vaww4 at de ead 4 ffm uut4w 7Ud NO hot 4 9dd to ", 4e a C44*" d4d 4 74 w4 ffw * a a4a otm ma& a ,44d 14&a a et j, rule ?v4r Vow awe = 444e you6W& 4 ea de Butane Vq#w4 oat de Aerim r aw o", But those moments we shared together Can no longer be there You left me all alone With nothing to hold on to Ever since you walked away You left me thinking of you all the day I wish I could turn back the time And once again, you'd be mine. But I know better We cannot be together We are not meant for each other We cannot stay forever. I know you're only a past A past I wish to last I'm sure it's already goodbye Saying it with tears in my eyes. .JL ~3 Vv c,- l _]L V V "JLA IL %-JJL By: Shanen Abrasosa (4-Einstein) I swear I won't cry When the pain draw nigh But tears will surely fall from nV eyes "en the truth be keeps from my sight. I swear I won't cry When friends desert me by In moments of deepest hurt A plaintive voice whispers in the night. I swear I won't cry If the world turns up-side-down Fora pair ofbands will break the fall And strengthen the heart of agal. What Is Youth? By: Ken Hualde (IV-Einstein A. I i, ~cwwi ii,_, thc 1)( )( [~~ W thy: ~heif selecting tilt[ bo,A. Lt_, ViJ, c)al, ill~ eyes happened to rest on )ii, wlit,.;h was unobtrusively tucked in the corner. The author, it said, was Ibrahim Jubaira. Does the name ring a sound to you? I selected a quiet nook in the library and settled down to im ;4 : A read what the author has written. Ah, it's about youth! Well, everybody knows what 'Youth' is. Even myself is a youth, I muttered to myself. This is no big deal, I said. I snapped the book close, but suddenly a question raised in my mind. Do I really know the very essence of that word? Does everyone in school do? Again, I flipped open the pages of the book and read. Yes, youth is just a simple word but it means many things to a lot of people.. Let me share to you what I read from Mr. Jubaira. "Youth is the most wonderful, the most perplexed time of life." This idea is well explained in this story. Some nights back, a boy was reading aloud a poem entitled " To the Filipino Youth" with correct stressing and enunciation. When he got through he turned to his father and said that he knew to be a Filipino, but what is youth? His father thought for awhile and then said: "Youth is the grey imperceptible dawn that precipitates the morning, the wet foggy mountain sides and misty hilltops, the sparkling dew on the grass, the wild untrimmed vegetation of life, its carefree undergrowth." The father gave his son a very poetic description of the word. Yet the son said, "Really, Dad, what is youth?" So the father continued. "Youth is the first dance you have had, the first stealthy date, the first nervous kiss. It's passion burning like fire. It's holding hands in a semi-private room and talking with your eyes, because mere words have miserably failed. It's tossing in bed, remembering stolen scenes between young lovers. It's possessiveness and jealousy and petty quarrels." The bov insisted, "Oh, come on, Dad, that's for lovers. I'm still nine years old!" "Okay. Listen, child, think with your heart so that you will understand," the father advised. "Youth is a child at play. It's rich laughter in the rain and vigorous running in the sunlight. It's also the child's broken ankle or a lost coin. It's candies and rubber bands and other little things in the child's pockets." "Youth is a boy or girl laughing and crying on the face of this earth. It's bicycle and bus rides and movies and hitchhiking and reckless, aimless wanderings." Now the father turned to his boy and asked if he understood what he was talking about. It was beautiful, more beautiful than any poem. The boy answered that there were parts about mountain sides and sparkling dew that were a bit confusing. Confusion is part of youth said the father. He told his son to grow up and he'd understand. Growth is also part of it. I remained on my seat and was in deep thinking long after I closed the book. Wow, that was nice! Did the son understand the word after all? I doubt it. What do you expect from a nine-year old boy? He's still a youth! Youth to me then, is enjoying life.