Pagdaong (2025) Movie Script

Life is like a clean sheet of paper,
Ready to be filled with a story
that will heal a fleeting prayer.
Letters and verses bring forth smiles,
Flowing with the melody
of the thoughtful wind.
Yet behind them are hidden lines.
Traces of longing asleep in the dark.
There is pain in the ink that drips
from an enduring heart,
Stories that can no longer be erased,
on pages full of sorrow.
Hello there?
Is anyone home?
Anyone home?
Ah maam!
Good thing you caught me.
Please sign here.
Thank you.
Okay.
Each step she takes is like a flame
slowly rising to meet the night.
Every movement of her body
is a secret longing to break free.
Her hips draw forth a tender sweetness
each curve, an unspoken call,
a silent ache of desire.
Her feet brushed against the sand,
as if telling me to come and follow.
Her eyes gleamed with teasing fire,
her lips pulling promises from the air.
Each soft gasp, each subtle curve,
she seemed to dare the night itself.
One important thing to
keep in mind when writing
is the use of specific articles.
They help bring abstract ideas to life.
For example,
The day is beautiful today.
If you use specific articles,
The golden rays of the
sun touched her cheek,
And left a glow both warm and meek.
For now,
let us go back to our works.
If there are parts that
need to use specific articles.
And thats it for the lessons for today.
Thank you.
Take care everyone.
Hello, I was the one
who sent you the request letter
Jade.
I was thinking
maybe youre a busy person
and does not want to respond.
Critic, huh?
I don't believe in critics.
Look for a different job
that does not rely on
insulting others artwork.
Of course.
You need critics.
All your works should
be put into a discourse.
Aside from that,
we help in explaining
your works to the readers.
Otherwise.
Otherwise, what?
Otherwise, your poems
are just lines and words
grouped together.
Without meaning?
Its not my fault
if you cant understand
where my works are coming from.
Its simple,
they are not for everyone.
Art should not
be selfish.
My works were never selfish.
Again,
its not my fault
that you lack the capacity
to understand them.
You want something easy?
Here lies the critic,
once so alive.
Quick to judge what others strive,
Yet never birthed a work his own,
Like a tree
in fullest bloom,
adorned with grace and flowers
yet void of fruit.
A poem is not made
by writing and printing it.
It has to reach someones heart,
or touch someones life.
How will that happen
if you are too indulgent
to your works?
Art isnt meant to be explained.
But it could lose its meaning.
There is a bigger world
waiting to be served, Luna.
Said who?
What school do you go to again?
Nuestro College.
Why?
You sound somewhat familiar.
He must be your professor, right?
Tano.
Mr. Crisanto Balaquiot.
The most hypocrite person you'd ever know.
I can't believe he is teaching
something about the world.
Why are you so stubborn?
Youre already good in writing romance.
Dont push your poetic nonsense anymore.
But why?
The markets just not buying
your overly deep language
in those romance novels.
Even if you create the best piece of work.
If the people cant understand it,
It could lose its meaning.
It should connect to the readers.
There is a bigger world
waiting to be served.
Its not even that deep--
There's no way
my publishing house
will release this kind of work.
Look,
we dont need to make
this hard for ourselves.
Whatever sells,
That's it.
End of story.
You can do that later.
You have plenty of time to do that.
Stop doing that now.
I told you to stop doing that, right?
What the hell?
My love, Im sorry.
Sorry, I didnt mean to.
Love. I really didnt mean to.
My love, Im sorry.
He doesn't know what love feels like.
Doesnt know how to appreciate anything
except what they
think they should feel,
or what they want to feel.
And now he teaches
on how to serve the world?
Come on, Jade.
Don't you find it pathetic?
But he isnt the person your
poems in that book are referring to.
Well,
not, entirely.
Theres nothing to about it here.
Thank you,
for visiting.
You
are the moon that lights my night.
Your smile alone
makes my heart take flight.
Your voice a song divine.
That fills my dreams
and stirs this soul of mine.
Only with you have I felt such bliss,
My once-silent heart.
Now sings because of this.
Where is she?
How long must I drift
through endless space,
A nameless world in a boundless place?
A planet with no orbit to call its own,
Its sorrow vast as the stars unknown.
She is a star
beyond my hand,
A light I see but cant command.
Each move you make feels like a dance,
The motion of your hand
is music to a heart that aches in silence.
Within this dance, your gaze so deep.
A tale is born, one sweet to keep.
With every step you take,
the world trembles,
like a prayer that never ends.
Though Im not part of your laughter,
Im but a shadow just
to watch and linger.
To see that smile upon your face,
is joy enough Ill always embrace.
Your voice is like a song
like a lullaby to a lonely night so long.
With every step you
take, the world trembles,
like a prayer that never ends.
When I close my eyes.
You are the tune that Im hearing.
Even in my dreams, I do not stop listening.
Hi, maam!
Look at you all being so productive!
Oh, I didnt know, there
was something like this.
- Natural water resources?
- What is that?
I wonder why they are called like this?
Natural because they
already exist in the nature.
Hmm, how about the sea?
Of course the sea is a natural resource
because it gives tourism, jobs,
and most of all, food!
Can we go to the groto?
Huh?
Hmm... okay.
Just dont go to the deep parts, okay?
Hey guys! Wait a minute.
Lets clean these up first.
Dont worry about these
anymore, go with them.
Thank you, ma'am.
Take care, okay? Dont
go to the deep parts.
Yes, ma'am.
AC?
Elly?
JL?
AC?
JL, Elly, where are you guys?
Where on the earth are these children?
I told them not to go far.
Naughty kids.
Ouch!
AC? JL? Elly?
What are you doing here?
What happened to you?
I got leg cramps.
Are you okay though?
Ouch!
Sorry.
It really hurts!
Hey, look at me,
You can do this.
Ill count one to three, okay?
One, two, three...
Just go and sit down please.
Relax your foot first.
Steady, steady,
May I ask, whose library is this?
This one?
The ARMY funded and built this.
I just volunteered.
Are you a teacher?
Nope.
Im a writer.
Writer?
What do you write about?
Just whatever that comes to mind.
What do you mean by that?
Whatever it is to write about.
Sorry.
Its okay.
Are all writers like that?
Mysterious?
Of course not.
This is embarrassing.
Dont be shy!
Tell me what you write about?
I write.
Poems.
Is that why
you have
spoken word and poetry camp?
Which one here, hurts?
Uhm...
Here.
Whats your favorite food?
Why are you asking?
Nothing.
Just asking you random questions.
Why, are you a chef?
Oh, Im not.
Because, I thought
youre going to cook for me.
Chicken,
Fried chicken.
See, so ordinary.
There's nothing special
with being a writer.
Thank you.
Rest your foot first, okay?
- I need to get going.
- Huh?
Are you sure youre going?
Ella, my name is Ella.
Luna.
It was her sign that
she wants to meet again.
It wasnt love.
Who cares?
Who cares on how love starts?
The world around me, lush and green,
a peaceful sight, a gentle scene.
The wind that whispers through the air,
a tender song beyond compare.
Its touch upon my skin, so kind
brings calm and ease to heart and mind.
How beautiful this earth can be.
The waves are gentle, so inviting
the clear waters are simply breathtaking.
[spoken poetry continues]
What are you doing here?
Why? Am I not allowed here?
Not really.
See.
I cooked for you.
Hmm...
Its burnt.
What is it like, being a writer?
Why are you laughing?
Whats funny with what I said?
Youre always laughing at me!
Hey, thats not true.
Life is still normal,
Just the usual
I still sleep.
I take a bath.
I eat,
I even wash my plates.
We just like...
Writing.
Thats it.
But of course, writers
look at the world differently.
Right?
Theres depth!
Sometimes.
But you dont need to be a writer.
To have a different
perspective about the world.
We just differ in our
ways of understanding.
And...
The way we express our feelings.
For others,
painter,
or sculptors.
Even engineers and architects.
Even you.
A very talented dancer.
How did you know?
Come on, Luna,
Make me a poem.
Ive never heard one.
Theres one earlier in the poetry camp!
I knew it, youre no listening.
Please?
Make me a poem
please?
Nope.
Are you going to tell me,
how you knew I was a dancer?
Or...
Im going to kiss you.
Come on!
The water is cold!
Come with me! Lets go!
Your kiss, a wave upon the shore,
a surge that leaves me longing more.
Like moonlight drowning out the night,
You leave your warmth like silver light.
Your hips the shape of
an hourglass of grace,
where every grain falls sweet and paced.
And like the bells at midnights call.
They whisper soft through shadows thrall.
Wake and meet the kiss.
Are you saying that
Ella made the first move?
Why would that matter?
Obviously.
She is younger than you.
And so?
She cant do that.
Why are you all so concerned
about the age, or
who started first?
Or even gender, for that matter.
When youre in love.
Everything is nothing.
Looks like youve got a long way home.
Maybe you should get going.
Do you worry about me?
Thats rather surprising.
Why did Ella leave you?
I tried to stay away from her.
You are the moon that lights my night.
Your smile alone makes
my heart take flight.
Your voice a song divine.
That fills my dreams
and stirs this soul of mine.
Only with you have I felt such bliss,
My once-silent heart.
Now sings because of this.
Why?
- Is it not good?
- Of course not.
It really is so sweet.
Dont worry.
When I get better in this.
I will write you a better poem!
Whatever it is,
as long as its from you.
Ow, it hurts.
- Ouch...
- Why?
What happened to you?
Not--
- It's noth...
- What is this?
I bumped into a cabinet.
- Whats that?
- Where are your group mates?
Dont you guys have practice?
Come, lets find them.
Ella...
Theres something you need to know.
Do you write too?
Uhm.
Im still studying it.
Its a good thing you got interested.
I got inspired by Luna.
Why not,
stay the night here?
I dont want this anymore.
Let go of me!
Let go! You are hurting me!
You really like making things hard for me!
Stop!
Ella?
How do you put up with this?
I don't even know.
Im scared.
I cant breathe.
You animal!
You animal!
You animal!
You dirty animal!
You shameless animal!
Lets go. Lets get out of here!
Come on, lets go.
Luna, lets go.
Let go of her!
Luna...
Im sorry, Luna.
Im sorry.
Im sorry. I didnt mean it.
Luna, lets leave please?
Im sorry.
Leave him.
Come, come.
Come inside.
Sorry, its dirty.
But come in.
Its just temporary that were here.
The important thing is...
Youve escaped that demon.
A wave in the middle of a storm.
Silent, yet the heart is sharp and warm.
Can change the direction
of the winds song.
Even walls crumble
to your touch so strong.
It was never love.
You just used her!
You just used her to escape
from your miserable life!
Yes! My life is miserable.
I was blinded and fooled
by the wrong person.
But when I met Ella,
I started to feel again.
It started to feel
that I have a life.
I started to choose myself again.
I did not use Ella, Jade.
I did not fool her.
Every thing that I felt for her was true.
But, she still left you.
She will come back.
I know she will come back.
Thats why you still continue to write?
Youre hoping that
it might reach her?
You dont get to decide how I feel.
What makes you think
that she still thinks of you?
That she still feels something for you?
You know nothing, Jade.
Oh, I know.
I know youre still imprisoned
inside the memories you have of Ella.
And she will never come back to you.
Sorry, the rain got me.
I told you, just tell me where you are
so I can fetch you.
Its okay.
There are people there.
Its kinda weird so I just left.
Who?
No one.
Just a random lady.
Are you good? Lets go?
Okay.
Guys! Lets take a picture!
Ella!
She must be a writer?
I wonder what she is writing about?
I heard she is a volunteer
at the ARMY library.
Huh, wheres that?
I made a mistake,
I shouldnt have mentioned you to her.
I shouldnt have said anything about you.
What are you even doing here?
Nothing.
I just happen to pass by.
I just visited the...
the, uh, Groto...
Do you like her?
No?
Its fine with me if you tell me
that she is the one you love.
- Jade...
- I saw the two of you.
Jade, I need to go
Ella...
I knew.
But I still chose to stay.
She was just confused, thats why.
I let her to understand
things on her own.
I hoped that in the end...
She still chooses me.
Babe?
What happened to you?
Im okay.
Im okay.
Can you...
take a picture of me?
Sure.
But when youve recovered, okay?
Did you drink your meds already?
Thank you, Jade.
Make sure that I look pretty there, okay?
How can you still laugh?
Is it funny to have your picture taken?
Or joke about your sickness?
Meanwhile, every day and every night,
I cant think of anything else but pray
that you wont disappear.
I want to get mad.
I want to get mad at Luna
I want to get mad at you!
Because I missed the moments.
That are supposed to be ours.
But I endured that.
And Im happy that you are here.
Im happy that you came back.
Because youre the one
thats important to me Ella.
But to lose you?
Thats something I just cant handle.
I really cant.
Ella.
I cant, Ella.
Everything must come to an end.
There are happy days
you think will last forever.
The park was filled with endless sound,
Yet in one corner, peace I found.
Silent as the moon above,
You watched and guarded with quiet love.
Suddenly, I felt the cold winds sweep,
I wonder if you too felt it deep.
All the way as I made my way home,
Its only you I wanted to call my own.
Its a shame that all things must end,
Like autumn leaves that fall and bend.
Though I wither, I cannot show,
Yet you remain the memory I know.
Now I am ashes in twilights glow,
Carried by winds that brush you slow.
At night, Im the shadow of the moon,
Quietly watching, always in tune,
Keeping guard over
you till dawns first light,
You are the shooting star
that passed my night of doubt,
Leaving a glow within my
heart, no shadow left about.
In every breeze, your
farewells softly play,
Like roses blooming beneath
the moons gentle sway.
I cannot claim you, like
waves boundless and free,
Yet you cleansed the shores
of my heart full of prayer.
Fate penned this fleeting dream we share,
With stars above that forever flare.
The light from the East
brings a journey anew,
A morning refreshed,
bathed in skys tender hue.