Jose Gervic Labe Jr

Jose Gervic Labe Jr Poems

Jose Gervic Labe Jr Biography

I was born on the cold quite evening on May 5,1993 at Naghalin, Novalls, Tanjay, Philippines. At age 27, I am now more than what you will find on my birth record. I consider myself a dreamer, a writer, a designer, an artist, a programmer - but not to the maximum extent. I dabble on a wee bit of all those aforementioned. I can write, draw and sketch, do digital design, understand and do HTML, create landscapes, and others that I find interesting to do. Delving into my life's background, ours is a family of seven with my parents, me and my brothers and sisters. I am second among the five siblings. I always wanted to stay with my family but I separated since I went to other city for college. Living alone is no joke. I have to take care of everything before and after school. School years were the toughest. I struggled every day and often skipped meals just to save money for school expenses, books and projects. I can't even remember myself sitting at our University cafeteria for some snacks nor running and playing around at our University gym with a brand new pair of shoes. I often felt envious of my peers and classmates for having all those things which I do not have. But I realized that I'm not in school just for all of that. I have to think and consider deeply how my mother and elder sister sacrificed and chose to leave my younger siblings just to find a 'care-giving work' to shoulder most of my schooling finances. Although I have a full scholarship (that's how the university says it, but it's not really full since it only covers up to 21 units of my load and I have 30) for graduating as class Valedictorian in High School, We're not privileged materially and this was what fueled me to study harder. I studied Bachelor of Science in Accountancy at Foundation University. And guess what, this course is not a joke but rather a curse that prohibited me to sleep most, no, all of the time. But I don't like to tackle more about that, it's how it is and I had to deal with it. Despite all these, I managed to excel and earned recognition during my first and second years. However, that was only until everything seemed to be a meltdown. My dreams seemed to collapse and I can't help but cry in seclusion after my elder sister announced that she was pregnant. Not only that, I lost my scholarship because I have one primary subject that I failed to reach the cut-off grade. It was a tragic moment for me and I dramatically lost the urge to pursue it. So I stopped schooling and spent my arid and unfruitful months at home. Months had passed and boredom hit me. Although I have books, paper and pen as my only companion, I realized that I needed to find and do something meaningful. I headed back to the other city and tried to find a decent job. I got hired as a Call Center Representative in one of the prestigious BPOs in our place. Although I had some frightful moments especially when dealing with angry customers, the experience was terrific. I am paid well with the job and I felt that I had achieved one great thing in my life - helping my parents. We could pay our debts, buy things that we can't afford before, and feel the abundance of life. Things went way better-off. Good things and blessings doesn't end there. I received a call from my grandmother (my late grandfather's sister whom I dearly call Auntie, since she isn't married until now) inviting me to come to her place in Manila (the Philippines' capital) . She was actually dismayed at the notion that I quit my studies and decided to send me back to school with her own expense. Also, she is living alone and needed a hand on running errands. She offered to shoulder the plane fare, traveling expenses and all. I acquiesced at first then accepted her invitation. I prepared my school transfer certificate and other credentials then tendered resignation on my Call Center job. Fast forward to my stay in Manila, there was a feeling of awkwardness and home sickness because everything was my first time - first time to ride in a plane alone, first time to stay far away from home, first time to stay in a city with all the hustle and bustle, and first time to meet my grandma. Not to mention the language that I had to speak. While waiting for the university to accept me, I spent my spare time scribbling, writing and composing poetry pieces. My stay there was fine but the university was not what I expected. It's terrible! We only had few sessions and mostly no classes on some of my subjects. I felt that I am not learning at all. Because of this, my grandma decided to have me transferred back to my original university with her continued support. I was relieved after hearing this. I can finally go home. Years fleeted in haste and I finally got a degree. Seeing myself march towards the stage was way unexplainable. It was my happiest day that I can finally grasp my most coveted diploma. Although I graduated not on the first program I took, I still felt accomplished. I got a degree on Bachelor of Science in Business Administration Major in Management Accounting. This will be my gateway to various doors of opportunities beyond. Presently, I am working on one of the known companies in our place. I won't say that I am not satisfied with my current work but I continuously seek for many better opportunities - a greener pasture. I believe that there are always great and better things life offers. I'll just let time unfurls what future holds for me, otherwise I'll find a way. I am always guided with the quote by Milton Berle, " If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door. https: //flecksofvariedcolors.blogspot.com)

The Best Poem Of Jose Gervic Labe Jr

Enough Rizal!

Enough Rizal!
-A poem tribute to our National Hero, Dr. Jose P. Rizal


Enough Rizal, Enough!

You quenched our thirsty land
With pristine blood gushed from your left hand.
Thirst for freedom, the famine for liberty
From tyrants' claws, oppressors' captivity.


Enough Rizal, Enough!

You watered this land with your fervent sweat
You brought us shelter beneath your silhouette.
This land that witnessed the cries and weeps
Of children and women under tyrants' whips.


Enough Rizal, Enough!

You shed you pale blood from your young veins
Sought vengeance against tyrants' demonic reigns.
This verdant land that once was crimson,
Overflowed with blood of soldiers and men in prison.


Enough Rizal, Enough!

Your marmoreal body will prove and suffice,
You rendered your strength - you sacrificed
Your life for the utmost dream of this loved land
So dear and fragile as the sand.


Enough Rizal, Enough!

You've carefully etched in our hearts and soul
That every life that's taken, every life had its role.
You've tenderly carved each words you said
To die a hero is to die victorious instead.


Enough Rizal, Enough!

Let your soul rests in serenity, beneath cerulean skies
Your quest for freedom is complete, we'd reaped the prize.
Your name will forever live in our hearts, in generation's tale
Especially the words you dearly said in your 'Last Farewell'.

Copyright: JOSE GERVIC LABE, JR.

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