Friday, May 29, 2009

♥ I'm yours...would you be mine? ♥

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I’m yours

At first I ignore and tried to deny
Every time we talk, I tried to lie
I change direction each time you’re near
I don’t know what to do whenever you’re near


Every time you stare into my eyes,
I’m afraid for maybe everything are all lies
Because for you I don’t want to fall
That’s why I ignore you each time you call.


But now it’s over, I came to realize
Is it too late? Please hear my apologize
I don’t want to let go everything about you
And I take all risks just to be with you.


Now I’m yours, I want you to stay.
But do you still love me like you did yesterday?
And is it still me that your hears beats for?
Please don’t walk away ‘coz I want to love you more.





--> what a heck? why do i wrote this kind of poem?Hmmm.. Let me think..hahaha.. hindi ko din alam..inatake nanaman siguro ako ng kaimuhan ko..hehe xD..wala na rin ako magawa na ibang bago..hihihi:)) By tha way gusto ko lang po ipaalam sa inyo na super happy ako sa love life ko ngaun kahit parang medyo pang broken tong article na to..Sobrang saya ko with my boyfriend..Haaay ilang araw na lang monthsary na ulit namin,,Going stronger haha :x.Im so conteded with him..[sharing mode?]




Hon Qu

--> Advance happy monthsary po..thank you po sa love, care, understanding sa lahat po.Lalo lalo na pinakilala mo sa akin si God. Sobrang thankful ako sa kanya dahil ikaw yung binigay niya sa akin na boyfriend. I want to grow old with you. i Love you so much. I miss you alot. xOxO :*

I want you to know that "IM YOURS"

Thursday, May 28, 2009

"PEN"

Posted by ♥ mhiz-yhel ♥ at 6:59 AM 2 comments Links to this post

There are times, while I am sitting on benches in the Promenade, deep in thought. I can’t stop asking myself; “What is my purpose in this School?” Questions continuously revolve around my mind, like a thirst waiting to be quenched. Am I only just like one of those “common students” going to and from every minute, laughing, thinking, playing, to get and finish a degree? Am I only just like the others, paying their tuition fees every semester in the cashier’s office getting and realizing nothing after all? Or, am I someone who can contribute “little bits”, piece by piece from which everyone can benefit?

It is quite hard time for me to think of the answer for every question in my head. I am burdened by the thought that many students refuse to speak, and act, and even if they do, they balk at the slightest challenge against their stand. And realizing it, I said to myself that as a concern fellow, I can lend a help to make changes even in hushed way where everyone can hear the cry of my little voice.

It is my pen, and every moment I find its ballpoint rolling on every empty space of a paper as I write my draft, is as hard as lifting an object exponentially greater than my weight. It is a fact that one cannot tell what is his/her minds unless he/she chooses to prove its significance by exposing it and let others see. And I think that was my intention here. It is not saying things just to encourage others to follow what I am thinking, but to inform. And the rest is letting them interpret my thoughts on their own, then act the way they should.

And yes, I am certainly aware of the constant appraisals and criticisms that I, as a writer, will encounter every time my pen slides on the smooth surface of my outline- but that is normal. It is normal in the sense that pleasing everyone is not easy to achieve, because even a maximum of one’s effort may not be enough for it. And that’s the toughest part on my reality.

I may face burden but I am aware that I can manage all things. I know that I, together with my pen, am not alone in pursuing my objectives. I know that there is still a place where free and active minds are generated and nurtured till they find their own dexterity.
And as a student fond of knowledge and learning. I always do have a protective shield for facing trials in everyday’s challenging path. That is my purpose why I am here. That is me as a part of this school. It is my pen which symbolizes my aim as a voice constantly trying to elicit responses from the students trapped under a rule of silence. I must sat that a mark on the paper is enough when this calls for everyone to be more of what they are now.

And from now on, I am a pen. That is my worth…………
 

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