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08jennyrish · 6 years

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Characters Dan at Jet mag bestfriend isang araw mag kasama si Dan at Jet tinawagan ni Jet si dan lasing si Jet tinanong ni Dan kung ok lang ba sia “pare pangako mo sakin pag namatay ako gusto kong ikwento mo kay dad ang mga pangarap ko at ipaintindi mo sakanya na kaya ko nagawa lahat ng to para sakanya “ ang sabi ni Jet sa kaibigan niya nagulat naman si Dan sa inabi ni Jet “ano ka ba!! ano nanaman ba ang nangyari!!? “ tanong ni Dan “nakipag break saakin si Kyra ...pare d ko na kaya si kyra nalang ang nakapagpapatino sa akin”naiiyak na sabi ni Jet d na nakapag salita si Dan ng biglang bumagsak si Jet “ jet! pare ok lang ... halika dadalhin kita sa ospital wag mo kong iwanan pare !” sumisigaw na sabi ni Dan sa kaibigan habang dinadala ito kotse... SA OSPITAL hinihintay ni Dan na lumabas ang doktor sa ER ...”Family of Jet Morbentora?” tawag ng Nurse “Miss kaibigan ko po sia wala po ang magalang niya nasa abroad po “ pagpapaalam niya “kakausapin na po kayo ng doctor tungkol sa kalagayan ng pasyente “ pag inform ng nurse kay Dan “thank you”dumating na ang doctor “doc ang pong kalagayan ng kaibigan ko? ok lang po ba siya ?” bunagd niya sa doctor”kinalolongkot kong d na siya mag tatagal he suffers from brain cancer we could have treated it but its too late his been keeping it to him self for more than 2 years now and he has one month left to live im sorry but there’s nothing we could do now “ sabi nga doctor “doc may paraan po bang mapahaba pa ng unti ang itatagal niya ?” tanong NI DAN “we still have to run some test “sabi ng doctor “doc pls gawin nio po lahat para mapahaba pa ang buhay ng kaibigan ko !”pagmamakaawa ni Dan ngumiti ng malungkot ang doctor at tinappik sa balikat si Dan “pwedi mo nang makita ang kaibigan mo pasayahin mo lang siya dahil yan na lang ang magagawa mo para sakanya “ naawang sabi ng Doctor ngumiti lang si Dan at pumasok na sa kwarto ni Jet pero ang d alam ni Dan na kinausap na ni Jet ang doctor bago makausap ito ni Dan nakiusap c jet na wag sabihin kay Dan na may 5 araw nalang itong itatagal sa mundo kaya baga paman makapag salita si Dan ay inuanahan na ito ni Jet “anong pinakagusto mong gawin na tayo lang ang magkasama for a whole day ?” nakangiting tanong ni Jet sa kaibigan “gusto ko makasama ka ng pang habang buhay” mangiyak ngiyak na sabi ni Dan kay Jet “bro gagawin natin ang lahat para mapahaba pa ang buhay “ pangako ni Dan ngumiti lang si Jet at nagtanong ulit “ano san tau pupunta bukas?.. ung tayong dalawa lang ha” tinitigan lang siya ni Dan at iniisip kung bkt parang wala lang para sa kaibigan nia na mamatay na to pero inintindi nya nalang ang kalagayan ng kaibigan at pinagbigyan ito “punta tayo sa tambayan natin “ naka ngiting sagot Ni Dan “yown haha dala ka ng foods ha” masayang sabi ni Jet sa kaibigan at may nilabas na maliit na gintong kahon at binato kay Dan “oh ano toh?” tanong ni Dan na aKmang bubuksan na ako kahon pero pinigilan ito Ni Jet “wag!! wag mong bubuksan yan maari mo lang buksa yan pag wala na ako !!” gulat pero nakaka lokong sabi ni Jet ......

TAMBAYAN

mahigit na isang oras nang naghihintay si Dan kay Jet sa kanilang tambayan naiinip na ito akmang tatawagan na niya ang kaibigan ay bigla naman itong dumating na madaming dala sinalobong naman ito ni Dan nagtatakang tinanong si Jet “ano nanaman tong mga toh bat ang dami ?” ngumiti lang si Jet “bast!! tulungan mo nalang ako DTo kumag!” pabirong sigaw ni Jet...nang matapos tulungan ni dan c Jet sa mga dala nito ay napansin niyang ang mga dalang bagay ni Jet ang mga paburitong pagkain at mga laruang nilalaru at kinakain nila nung mga bata pa sila natuwang tumingin si Dan kay Jet “mga paburito natin toh ah!”ngumiti si Jet at “babalik tau sa pagkabata “ makalokong sabi ni Jet “ano ka !! time traveler!!? baliw !!” pabirong sigaw ni Dan tsaka ito binato ng choknat na ito namay sinalo ni Jet kamit ang bunganga nito “yown!!! 3 poooweeeennnhtsssss !!!!” sabay na sigaw ng dalawa at nag tawanan ang nahiga sa damuhan at ng matapos mag tawanan ay nakatingala silang dalawa sa lang walang nagsasalita nang biglang mag sa lita si Jet “ Dan naalala mo pa ba nung tinangka kong magpakamatay at dinala mo ko dto sabi mo dto na ako magpakamatay at ikaw pa ako matatali ng lubid sa puno ?” lokong tanong ni Jet sa kaibigan “pero d natuloy dahil tinanong mo ko kung anong pangarap ko “ nakangiting sabi ni Jet na nakatingala parin sa langit nakikinig naman ng mabuti si Dan na inaalala pa ang nakaraan “tinanong mo ko at ang sagot ko d ko alam at sabi mong d pa ako pwedeng mamatay dahil d ko pa alam ang pangarap ko “ nagtatakang sabi ni Jet sa kaibigan dahil d nia naintidihan ang ibigsabihin ni Dan sa sinabi nia “anong ibig mo sabihin sa sinabi mong un?” tanong ni JET kay Dan “ dahil d ka pa totoong nabubuhay kung wala kang pangarap sa buhay ... at dahil d ka pa totoong buhay d ka pweding mamatay ” tulalang sabi ni Dan sa kaibigan “ so pag may pngarap na ako pede na ba ako mamatay ?” lokong tanong ni JEt na hinampas na ni Dan sa noo “bakla ka talaga...ang tanong may pangarap ka na ba ?” tanong ni Dan “ oo ...meron na “ makabulohang ngiting sabi ni Jet sa kaibigan “at ano naman Un ?” naghahamong tanong ni DAn “ ang pangarap ko ay makasal ang bestfriend ko sa babaing pinakakamamahal niya kahit wala na ako sa kasal nila “ nakangiting sabi ni Jet kay Dan nalung kot naman bigla si Dan pero d ito pinahalata kay Jet “napakaimposible naman ng panagarap mo pare!!” naiilang na sabi ni Dan biglang sumeryoso si Jet at tinitigan sa mata si Dan sa mata “pangako mong tutuparin mo ang pangarap ko pare” seryosong sabi ni Jet kay Dan “ pare naman !” umaangal na sabi ni Dan “ ipangako mo pare!” medyo napapalakas na sabi ni JEt “ cgeh na nga oo na pangako ko sau at inaga mo pa sa bato “ pingako ni Dan ngumiti naman si Jet at naglabas ng isanmaliit na kahon at binigay kay Dan “ oh ano nanamantoh” tanong ni Dan “buksan mo” malumanay na sabi ni Jet binuksan naman ito ni Dan at ang laman ng kahon ay sing sing “pucha pre nababakla ka na ba saakin?” natatawang sabi ni Dan na nakatanggap ng batok mula kayJet “tuleg para sa mapapangasawa mo yan !” sigaw naman ni Jet “salamat pare punta ka sa kasal ko ha “ masayang sabi n Dan “ cghe ba basta bat ikasal ka na bukas para makaabot pa ako “ nakangiting sabi ni Jet “ ano ka ba pre aabot ka pa sa kasal ko wag mong sabihin yan na parang malapit ka nang mamatay dahi pinapangako ko sayong gagawin ko lahat para humaba pa ang buhay mo” seryosong sabi ni Dan d na nagsalita si jet at ngumiti na lang lumipas ang mga oras na nagtatawanan at nagkwekwentohan ang magkaibigan hangasa pag uwi.....”oh anong plano mo bukas ?” tanong ni Dan kay Jet “im gonna spend some time with dad and tell him about my condition”sagot naman ni Jet “woi...dahan dahan sa english d kaya ng brain cells ko “ biro naman ni Dan “tuleg talaga toh ...cghe uwi na ako ingat ka ah” pagpapaalam ni Jet pero ang d nila alam ay ito na ang huling pagkikita nilang dalawa

KINABUKASAN

nagising si Dan sa isang tawag tinignan ni kung sino ito ang dad ni Jet “hello tito napatawag po kayo” bati si dan sa dady ni jet “Dan iho wag kang mabibigla “ kinabahan bigla si Dan sa mga narinig mula sa ama ng kaibigan “ wala na si Jet iho “ naiiyak na sabi ng dady ni jet d makapagsalita si Dan sa mga nangyayari d na nakasagot at nabitawan ang telepono at napauopo sa sahig at umiyak ng umiyak ng maalala nia ang binigay ni Jet na kahon sakanya ay Tumayo ito at hinanap at ng mahanap ay dali daling binuksan at nakitang ang laman ng maliit na kahon ay isang papel na may lamang sulat binasa ito ni Dan ..

LIHAM

“aaayyyy its me Jet your one and only best motherefing best friend in the whole fudging world dont you dare forget that ok ? even when im dead... i wrote this because i know that my time with you is not gonna last long i wrote this because i wont be able to tell you this in person i was meaning to tell you this when we have our own family but i think that’s not gonna happen because i have cancer ...d ko sinabi sainyo to dahil alam kong pipilitin nio akong magpagomot pero alam ko sa sariling kong d na ako gagaling pa kaya sinulat ko para sabihin sa yong di nakipag break saakin si kyra nalaman kong mahal nio ang isat isat kaya ako nakipag hiwalay sakanya mas gugustohin ko pang maging masaya kayo dahil alam ko namang d na ako magtatagal nsa mundong ito at sana tuparin mo ang mga pangako natin sa isat isa at pakisabi na rin kay dad na mahal na mahal ko sia .....

Dan wag mong kakalimutan ung sing sing na binigay ko sau ah !!...para kay kyra yan gusto ko siya ang makatulyan mo ...wag mo kong kakalimutan mahal kong kaibigan

nagmamahal ang tukmol mong bestfriend Ps im not that good at writing farewell letters kaya pagpasensyahan mo na hehe “ natawang naluluha si Dan ng mabasa ang sulat Ni Jet “kht kelan talaga Jet mamatay ka na nga lang” napapailing na bulong ni Dan

6 YEARS LATER

ikinasal si Dan at Kyra at nag karoon ng kambal na anak na lalaki pinangalanan nila ang mga anak nila ng Jethro at Aidan ...tinupad ni Dan ang pangako niya kay Jet na pag nagkaanak ito ay iapapangalan niya ito sakanya at laging ikenekwento ang mga masasayang alala nilang dalawa sa mga anak ..

THE END

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Au revoir, Arsene - BBC Radio 2 presenter & Arsenal fan O'Leary says farewell to Wenger

Arsene…

I won’t lie to you, I cried last Sunday – twice. I knew I was going to. The first came as you – our manager of 22 years – were applauded onto the pitch through a guard of honour in the bright May afternoon sunshine (my sunglasses luckily masked this, and I might have muttered something about hay fever).

By the second time though, the tears were proud, wistful and 60,000 strong. It was like we’d all watched the end of The Shawshank Redemption en masse.

For once, nobody left early to beat the notorious traffic, and the attendance announcement didn’t lie. The place was packed and nobody was going anywhere fast.

You, in turn, graciously strode out to the centre circle, arms aloft, to give and receive the thanks and respect you have deserved for so long, but has at times (at least in the case of the latter) been cruelly lacking.

After a 5-0 walloping[1] of our ‘nearest rivals’ Burnley – a relatively unimportant but emotionally crucial win – for one final time you were embraced like the departing semi-conquering hero you are.

‘All I’ve ever known’

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For someone who has been an Arsenal fan since he was five, it’s odd that in many ways the only manager I’ve ever really known is you.

I’ve been an Arsenal fan since 1978, when I watched the team I have come to love go down to an inspired Ipswich Town, 1-0 in the FA Cup final.

With both parents moving over from Ireland, and having little if no allegiance to any team or area, I pretty much had my pick.

At the time, most kids where I grew up supported Ipswich, who were enjoying an incredible period, but I chose the boys in yellow.

Why? First, I thought they were the underdogs. I wasn’t a bright child, and more importantly, Arsenal were a big London Irish team, both on and off the pitch, so they suited my upbringing and identity perfectly.

But spending every second weekend in London didn’t mean I got to see them regularly.

My family were born and bred in the sports of GAA, so growing up I was more likely to be watching my dad hurling on the fields that will be forever Ireland of Ruislip and new Eltham.

My grandad wouldn’t even let me watch ‘English’ sports, including, oddly, athletics!

By the time I could scrounge tickets to see Arsenal, it was the late George Graham/early (I don’t think there was another era) Bruce Rioch period.

I went along happily, and by that I mean I was happy to be there. Highbury was such a glorious ground to watch football, and to rub my eyes and watch Dennis Bergkamp and Ian Wright in their pomp quickly became more than a novelty, it was love.

But to all intents and purposes, I’ve only really ever known you as our manager. Which is, I guess, why the love, respect and admiration runs so deep.

So much is made of the ‘Arsene who?’ reaction that, in truth, we ALL had when you turned up at the club in 1996.

But you did so much more than just make sure Wright and Paul Merson put down the Mars bars and started eating broccoli, (the pair of them treating the vegetable like you had brought it from outer space).

You took a very gifted, but aging team, and added a belief, drive and deft hand in recruitment that saw a still big club win three titles quickly, including two doubles and our Invincibles year.

It seemed the success would be never ending, we got drunk on it – and then, the world changed.

‘The footballing world changed’

As the era of English football went from the time of the honest pro to the world of the remote, media-trained, PR-controlled global superstar, young, understandably ambitious men had their heads turned while ruthless agents plundered.

Maybe, with the stadium move your hands were tied, maybe you didn’t react quickly enough, maybe you thought you could carry on and find the gold for £500,000 here, £3m there.

The magic stopped working though, and we started watching the same movie, year after year, a few great players, but a fragility that set in and somehow didn’t go away, an early-season flourish followed by a late winter slump that saw us crash out of the FA Cup and the Champions League, and then the desperate dash to finish fourth.

Although a recent respectable run of three cups in five years is nothing to be sniffed at, we all know we haven’t been competitive enough in the league for quite some time.

The problem is that with the immediacy and ‘Fifa-isation’ (that’s a real term, by the way) of the modern football fan, there is no room for barren periods any more. We now live in a world of extremes.

Players and managers are either awful or they are brilliant, fans expect unconditional loyalty one way, but feel well within their rights to boo – and a lot worse – to high heaven when it’s not going our way.

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There’s a lot made of the game moving on and you being left behind. If that is true (and I’m not sure for the most part it is) then it’s been in one main area: money.

You always seemed like you have seen yourself as a steward to this club, part of its DNA. Now we are as much the club you have built as vice versa.

I read a great comparison once which likened you to a German in the Weimar Republic who ordered a steak in a restaurant and nipped to the toilet, only to find, on your return that the price had gone up 30,000 Reichsmarks.

You simply didn’t seem to respond to the economics of the modern game. You seemed aghast by the prices – and who wouldn’t?

The problem is that the money is there and if you don’t compete then someone else will… and they have.

Yes, some of those models have been artificially created and bolstered by Russian and Middle Eastern oil money and nobody questions that you know more about football than most fans (by most accounts, by your own admission, it’s all you do. You are probably watching a Congolese second division match as we speak which makes a lack of spending even more infuriating).

At times it was obvious what we were lacking on the pitch.

Your model of how to manage footballers is all about empowerment, the carrot and not the stick. Let the players go out there and express themselves to the best of their ability and that holistic and artisanal approach will win out.

This model is predicated, however, on those players being up to the task in the first place.

Virtually every one of those Invincibles comes across like a well-rounded, emotionally grounded and intelligent human being. Those kinds of footballers are the exception not the rule, which makes your mode of success so hard to maintain.

‘The right time to go?’

Is it the right time for you to go? Probably not. The day which would have done your incredible legacy justice would have been 27 May 2017 when we upset the odds and defeated Chelsea, both physically and tactically, as you won a record seventh FA Cup and the club’s 13th.

I have no problem with people who said we needed a change, because we did.

There’s no hypocrisy in praising you while also wanting a new direction, and as sad as I am to see a proud, stalwart of the game go, I too am excited to see what comes next.

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I feel sadness. I am a romantic, and the idea of a manager who has been with a club for 22 years appealed to the sense of tradition I love and see disappearing in the modern game.

But my overall emotion is simply of pride, of a manager who has changed a club beyond all recognition, but still retained its tradition, its values. Have you been perfect? No.

But you have done nothing but devote a large chunk your working life to make the club that is so now imbued with your DNA a success.

So thank you, Arsene. And au revoir…

‘The brilliant revolutionary who refused to change’[2]

References

^ After a 5-0 walloping (www.bbc.co.uk)

^ ‘The brilliant revolutionary who refused to change’ (www.bbc.co.uk)

BBC Sport – Football

Au revoir, Arsene – BBC Radio 2 presenter & Arsenal fan O'Leary says farewell to Wenger was originally published on 365 Football

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