I want to be, to be a better person
Whose will is firm and dreams within his reach
I want to be, to be a better person
With the truth that overpowers him
He knows how to fight for his glory
Against all odds, he battles for his right
He knows what limitations are
He can adjust to all of the changes
Yes I will be, I’ll be a better person
Who can withstand, withstand all contrary
With the light shining upon my armor
With my wings as strong as his wings
This was one of my original compositions. You know how I got it? I was so down. I got everyone down and failed with my outputs. Then, there was this tune that keeps repeating in my mind. It was a plain tune without lyrics that sounds desirable and full of hope. I went up of bed and tried it in piano and it sounds like a familiar tune. I made the lyrics on the spot and began singing it on my own. It felt great as if there was this power within me that awakens. At first I thought it was just an imagination but no. I performed better with my responsibilities.
Just as I thought, self- motivation is very important. I can’t explain it but it’s essential. You can’t have a productive day without your heart and faith on it.
When same situations happen, I just sing the song and I already felt refreshed.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
That Shimmering Gold
Grief was a terrible nightmare
As I hear these civilians groan
Filled my senses everywhere
But when I opened my eyes, I was alone
I grasped for breath and looked around
But there was nothing to see but black out
And there was nothing to hear no sound
So tried to utter words with my mouth
“Is anybody there?” I shout
And hoped, let there be light
So I used my eyes to scout
But no change was found in sight
Then, there came that roaring thunder
With the fearful flashes of bolts
An image of two opposing parties came clear
And in the middle was that shimmering gold
I tried to hide or run away
But I got nowhere farther
I don’t want to die but my life’s a stray
Then, I felt the courage within gather
I opened my eyes afraid
Then again, I thought I was alone
But now, three parties were lying around me
Including the civilians who groaned
I did this poem at night. It was my hobby. I didn’t know how it would be interpreted by others but the truth, it’s about humanity. When people fight over riches and power, innocent ones get affected. The one speaking is just a person who was aware of what happened.
Actually, I was planning to pass this for The Molecules but it didn’t get there. In every year I pass one, it always gets rejected. Oh well! Whatever happens It won’t stop my hobby.
As I hear these civilians groan
Filled my senses everywhere
But when I opened my eyes, I was alone
I grasped for breath and looked around
But there was nothing to see but black out
And there was nothing to hear no sound
So tried to utter words with my mouth
“Is anybody there?” I shout
And hoped, let there be light
So I used my eyes to scout
But no change was found in sight
Then, there came that roaring thunder
With the fearful flashes of bolts
An image of two opposing parties came clear
And in the middle was that shimmering gold
I tried to hide or run away
But I got nowhere farther
I don’t want to die but my life’s a stray
Then, I felt the courage within gather
I opened my eyes afraid
Then again, I thought I was alone
But now, three parties were lying around me
Including the civilians who groaned
I did this poem at night. It was my hobby. I didn’t know how it would be interpreted by others but the truth, it’s about humanity. When people fight over riches and power, innocent ones get affected. The one speaking is just a person who was aware of what happened.
Actually, I was planning to pass this for The Molecules but it didn’t get there. In every year I pass one, it always gets rejected. Oh well! Whatever happens It won’t stop my hobby.
The Loveliest Thing There Is
I asked an old lady on her rocking chair
“Am I not lovely?”
She just saw a painting when she tried to stare
“You are though I can’t seem to see”
I asked a stranger holding a briefcase
“Am I not lovely?”
He just laughed in craze
“You must be out of mind, I see”
I asked my friend whom I thought so dear
“Am I not lovely?”
He turned his back on me and started to clear
“You are, if close my eyes maybe”
I asked my mother who gave me birth
“Am I not lovely?”
“You are my dear though many can’t see
Because each of us contain, the loveliest thing there is”
Here is another poem of mine. It was a rush. It is about my mother. It is about how she made me see the world. It is about how she thought me to see things beyond the naked eye and understand imperfections.
The first three stanzas were about other people’s point of view. They show an example of people who only accept what they want. But then, the last stanza shows a mother who clears everything. It was really like my mother.
I was thankful to have a mother like that.
“Am I not lovely?”
She just saw a painting when she tried to stare
“You are though I can’t seem to see”
I asked a stranger holding a briefcase
“Am I not lovely?”
He just laughed in craze
“You must be out of mind, I see”
I asked my friend whom I thought so dear
“Am I not lovely?”
He turned his back on me and started to clear
“You are, if close my eyes maybe”
I asked my mother who gave me birth
“Am I not lovely?”
“You are my dear though many can’t see
Because each of us contain, the loveliest thing there is”
Here is another poem of mine. It was a rush. It is about my mother. It is about how she made me see the world. It is about how she thought me to see things beyond the naked eye and understand imperfections.
The first three stanzas were about other people’s point of view. They show an example of people who only accept what they want. But then, the last stanza shows a mother who clears everything. It was really like my mother.
I was thankful to have a mother like that.
It Makes Me Smile But Never a Joke
At last! We finished our newspaper. I gave tons of efforts to do help it done.
My only dream before was to have an English poem posted at the newspaper. I didn’t expect that more of it will come. I became the associate editor of Ang Molekyuls. Really, it was a tough job but it’s worth it.
Being part of it was never a joke. It is very hard but I experienced a lot and learned a lot from it. I get to meet more people and I’m so thankful for their respect. I already stayed on Saturday a lot in school and had overnights there. Also, I have travelled different places and attended different events inside and outside the school. There was more to writing when your part of it.
The most important of all was camaraderie. We are inside of own city with solid walls. We eat together and sleep together. We laugh and cry together. I felt so comfortable to be with them. Then, those who graduated already kept on coming back. We had never ending stories and interesting incidents. It was really something worth treasuring.
I don’t know. We have that understanding of each other. We talk without words and have conversations in silence but then, we understand everyone. We can be so silent or be the loudest thing there is.
No, it’s not about the extra-curricular points. I don’t need it. What I found in making newspaper was more. I found a company that I will never forget. I am able to sacrifice a lot of things because I care so much for it. Not just that, I also care for those who works hard for it. I don’t want to let anyone down.
In here, I get to achieve things that I was not able to achieve in the past. I get to do things that I don’t naturally do. I guess, with it, I can still do more in the future.
As of now, cash was so much of a problem. We already had collections, solicitations and even asked for donations but still it wasn’t enough. But I am happy we are able to cope up with the amount. Imagine, a cramming solicitation and donation let us able to have Php 11, 000 within 24 hours. Still, it wasn’t enough but I’m glad of everyone who wanted to help.
To speak of the contest, I won’t expect much because it was a harsh printing. Oh well! What matters is that we are able to do our part. True, I feel a little guilt I didn’t check on it the last time but we can’t return time. I will just help in escorting the next batches.
My only dream before was to have an English poem posted at the newspaper. I didn’t expect that more of it will come. I became the associate editor of Ang Molekyuls. Really, it was a tough job but it’s worth it.
Being part of it was never a joke. It is very hard but I experienced a lot and learned a lot from it. I get to meet more people and I’m so thankful for their respect. I already stayed on Saturday a lot in school and had overnights there. Also, I have travelled different places and attended different events inside and outside the school. There was more to writing when your part of it.
The most important of all was camaraderie. We are inside of own city with solid walls. We eat together and sleep together. We laugh and cry together. I felt so comfortable to be with them. Then, those who graduated already kept on coming back. We had never ending stories and interesting incidents. It was really something worth treasuring.
I don’t know. We have that understanding of each other. We talk without words and have conversations in silence but then, we understand everyone. We can be so silent or be the loudest thing there is.
No, it’s not about the extra-curricular points. I don’t need it. What I found in making newspaper was more. I found a company that I will never forget. I am able to sacrifice a lot of things because I care so much for it. Not just that, I also care for those who works hard for it. I don’t want to let anyone down.
In here, I get to achieve things that I was not able to achieve in the past. I get to do things that I don’t naturally do. I guess, with it, I can still do more in the future.
As of now, cash was so much of a problem. We already had collections, solicitations and even asked for donations but still it wasn’t enough. But I am happy we are able to cope up with the amount. Imagine, a cramming solicitation and donation let us able to have Php 11, 000 within 24 hours. Still, it wasn’t enough but I’m glad of everyone who wanted to help.
To speak of the contest, I won’t expect much because it was a harsh printing. Oh well! What matters is that we are able to do our part. True, I feel a little guilt I didn’t check on it the last time but we can’t return time. I will just help in escorting the next batches.
Monday, February 23, 2009
I'm With You
"It's a damn cold night, trying to figure out this life. Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new, I don't know who you are but I'm.....I'm with you." -I'm with you, Avril Lavigne
That is exactly how I felt when I first met him. Well, I don't consider him as a crush nor consider me being in love. Shall we define the feeling as "inspiration" to where it is the nearest? Now, shall I proceed to the details?
Once, there was a young girl but not little for her age, to be specific, she was nine years old. She was to enter a new school on fifth grade, a very different school from what she had used to. And so, the first day came and she finally met a set of new faces. The teachers and the administrators of the school was welcoming and warm. How about the classmates? They had a first bad impression of her. She was not accepted and even blamed for being bossy, selfish, ill-mannered and perhaps all of the negative traits that could be imagined. She thought it was the worst days of her life as she compared it with that"damn cold night."
Until one afternoon, she went down the stairs and a 6th grader greeted the girl and asked for her name. She said "Katrina" and from then on, they became friends for every afternoon they meet. The boy didn't know that she cheers up the girl in the middle of her nightmares. All he did was smile and greet and talk to her cheerfully. That is why there is no doubt that the girl was "inspired" by that boy.
Time passed, the girl had the strength to prove the people whom she really is and whom she was not. She was finally accepted step by step and not even one knows how. She kept it to herself as it grows inside.
Well, she told herself that she wants to be like the boy. She wanted to help others by cheering them up and letting them know she will be a friend to them. Actually, the boy himself, even if she considered him a friend, she doesn't know much about him. In short, he was a "stranger" to her.
Well, more time passed and the girl learned more about the boy. He was not so famous among the girls but he was a consistent 1st honor. She also noticed his amazing performing talent and interest in sports. And she still liked him when she reached 6th grade and the boy being the valedictorian of their batch. Since then, they became busy with other stuffs so they failed to communicate but the feeling stayed and still no one knows, not even her own best friends. Well, there may be flaws to other people but she was teased to another person and covered her emotions.
And so, the graduation of the girl was a day before a program called "Celebrate Writing." It ended early but she was not able to go home early as she wait for her fetcher. Actually, there were two who were left, the girl and the boy. They shared moments together and the only difference was to the boy, it's nothing and to the girl, it's something. Then, he was fetched first saying "see you next year?" The girl took a deep breath and said, "I won't be studying here anymore" He blinked and respond with "I see." It was a short conversation and it was the last time she talked to him personally.
The girl graduated the next day and she passed for the school and so she would be away but she still chatted with him rarely about nonsense things that make sense to her. Then, the feeling depleted, it won't do any good. She let time pass but still had the boy as an inspiration but not as much as before. Now, the girl was known to be me, counting the days she doesn't want to count. She knew that the graduation day of the 4th year batch of her school is the same day as the boy's graduation. As usual, he was an unbeatable valedictorian. She thought of the possibilities because even a few, she still cares for the boy and she's afraid they'll never meet again afterwards. She knew herself that she will miss the stranger who took her hand and brought her somewhere new that damn cold night.
That is exactly how I felt when I first met him. Well, I don't consider him as a crush nor consider me being in love. Shall we define the feeling as "inspiration" to where it is the nearest? Now, shall I proceed to the details?
Once, there was a young girl but not little for her age, to be specific, she was nine years old. She was to enter a new school on fifth grade, a very different school from what she had used to. And so, the first day came and she finally met a set of new faces. The teachers and the administrators of the school was welcoming and warm. How about the classmates? They had a first bad impression of her. She was not accepted and even blamed for being bossy, selfish, ill-mannered and perhaps all of the negative traits that could be imagined. She thought it was the worst days of her life as she compared it with that"damn cold night."
Until one afternoon, she went down the stairs and a 6th grader greeted the girl and asked for her name. She said "Katrina" and from then on, they became friends for every afternoon they meet. The boy didn't know that she cheers up the girl in the middle of her nightmares. All he did was smile and greet and talk to her cheerfully. That is why there is no doubt that the girl was "inspired" by that boy.
Time passed, the girl had the strength to prove the people whom she really is and whom she was not. She was finally accepted step by step and not even one knows how. She kept it to herself as it grows inside.
Well, she told herself that she wants to be like the boy. She wanted to help others by cheering them up and letting them know she will be a friend to them. Actually, the boy himself, even if she considered him a friend, she doesn't know much about him. In short, he was a "stranger" to her.
Well, more time passed and the girl learned more about the boy. He was not so famous among the girls but he was a consistent 1st honor. She also noticed his amazing performing talent and interest in sports. And she still liked him when she reached 6th grade and the boy being the valedictorian of their batch. Since then, they became busy with other stuffs so they failed to communicate but the feeling stayed and still no one knows, not even her own best friends. Well, there may be flaws to other people but she was teased to another person and covered her emotions.
And so, the graduation of the girl was a day before a program called "Celebrate Writing." It ended early but she was not able to go home early as she wait for her fetcher. Actually, there were two who were left, the girl and the boy. They shared moments together and the only difference was to the boy, it's nothing and to the girl, it's something. Then, he was fetched first saying "see you next year?" The girl took a deep breath and said, "I won't be studying here anymore" He blinked and respond with "I see." It was a short conversation and it was the last time she talked to him personally.
The girl graduated the next day and she passed for the school and so she would be away but she still chatted with him rarely about nonsense things that make sense to her. Then, the feeling depleted, it won't do any good. She let time pass but still had the boy as an inspiration but not as much as before. Now, the girl was known to be me, counting the days she doesn't want to count. She knew that the graduation day of the 4th year batch of her school is the same day as the boy's graduation. As usual, he was an unbeatable valedictorian. She thought of the possibilities because even a few, she still cares for the boy and she's afraid they'll never meet again afterwards. She knew herself that she will miss the stranger who took her hand and brought her somewhere new that damn cold night.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Life of an Excused Person Part 2
Well, it's the same as always. Hmm... I should be correcting that. Actually, everything is new! After knowing we top the elimination test then I got high on some of the PT considering the days I attended classes and now, I was shocked to see my card to be so far from how I started the year. Well, everyone got high anyway and so I'm happy for everyone.
Actually, the part two of this is about me and my best friend, Tenten. I was sad to hear that Blezz wasn't included but that's life. Anyway, we had been gone right after the RAT where I felt being an Oxygen for a week with my sister (although in real life we're not sisters) Dianne and my mother (although we all know she's not) Mafi. Well, I couldn't forget the way they accepted me and how they made me enoyed so much with them.
Ehem! Where was I? I was getting farther and farther from the topic. Haha! Though I am more pressured and nervous, I am actually more comfortable and expressive this days. Well, I didn't expect that I would be too casual with this entry but I love typing today, naturally.
It's about 2 weeks we're not in the class and on Thursday, we'll have the contest. To add more pressure, the next week, we'll have the PT! Well, those things are the ones making life exciting. (perhaps I have to prove it first to myself!)
I just want to say good luck to everyone for the excitement we each feel for our lives! Enjoy!
Actually, the part two of this is about me and my best friend, Tenten. I was sad to hear that Blezz wasn't included but that's life. Anyway, we had been gone right after the RAT where I felt being an Oxygen for a week with my sister (although in real life we're not sisters) Dianne and my mother (although we all know she's not) Mafi. Well, I couldn't forget the way they accepted me and how they made me enoyed so much with them.
Ehem! Where was I? I was getting farther and farther from the topic. Haha! Though I am more pressured and nervous, I am actually more comfortable and expressive this days. Well, I didn't expect that I would be too casual with this entry but I love typing today, naturally.
It's about 2 weeks we're not in the class and on Thursday, we'll have the contest. To add more pressure, the next week, we'll have the PT! Well, those things are the ones making life exciting. (perhaps I have to prove it first to myself!)
I just want to say good luck to everyone for the excitement we each feel for our lives! Enjoy!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
New Year, Newly Entered School and Newly Excused
This is my first week in school. Well, not exactly, since I was excused for the Math competition. We had only four days left and so the Friday comes. Sadly, I had fever so I am son feeling so well. At least, Tenten, Blez and I managed to go be 1st overall for the third year. I haven't attended classes the next week because of my fever so I got back to class 2 days before the test. I want to repeat that again, TWO DAYS BEFORE THE TEST WITHOUT KNOWING ANYTHING!!!
Well, actually, my first class day is already the long test in Analytic Geometry. It's not that harsh. No, no, NO! Well, I seriously, I don't know what to answer in most of the subjects. I'm over.
Well, now I'm back after the PT. I was sad because Blezz cannot join anymore. They even called it team if it's like that. Whew! Life's so hard!
Well, actually, my first class day is already the long test in Analytic Geometry. It's not that harsh. No, no, NO! Well, I seriously, I don't know what to answer in most of the subjects. I'm over.
Well, now I'm back after the PT. I was sad because Blezz cannot join anymore. They even called it team if it's like that. Whew! Life's so hard!
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