Monday, April 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I am melting like a marshmallow on fire!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Advice to you Little Girl
You aren’t going to be his first, last or his only
He’s loved before, he will again.
But if he loves you now, what else matters?
He’s not perfect. you aren’t either.
The two of you will never be perfect
But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice,
He treats you as his Wendy, treat him like Peter Pan
Hold on to him and give him the most you can
He is not going to quote poetry,
He’s not going to be thinking about you every moment,
But he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break.
Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, don’t expect more than he can give.
I am not an expert, my dear,
Just appreciate and try not to expect.
Wish to have the guts to tell him what this heart really feels,
I'll expect for the worst, Que sera sera.
Lastly,here's a tip of advice:
Try not to over-analyze.
Smile when he makes you happy
Yell when he makes you mad
Miss him when he’s not there.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
I want to.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
anak ko 15 years old ka na... really time flies so fast, parang kelan lang ur my baby girl, ur our cute ate.anak im too much proud and happy to have you.i want to say thank you anak for everything... i know things are difficult for us. u dont know how greatful i am to have u as my daughter.thank you for taking care of ur sis and bro...sorry im not there for u... love u anak ko ... continue to be good girl always ... love u ate ... i miss u HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE GASEL
- my mom
It's been 5 years since she left us and went to Dubai for work. 5 years not spending my birthday with her.
Monday, November 29, 2010
The Broken Vase
There was once a vase
On a shelf in a room
Kept there by a girl,
It was a family heirloom
The girl loved her vase,
Kept it spotlessly clean
And it stood on her shelf,
Until she was fourteen
Then her life got confusing,
Everything fell apart,
And though her fears where not voiced,
They were felt in her heart
"I hate you" she shouted
As she picked up the jar
And hurled through the air-
It didn’t fly far
With an earsplitting crash,
The old vase hit the door
And split down the center
As it fell to the floor
Her brief rage now over
She saw what she'd done
And tears flooding her cheeks.
Croseed the room at a run.
She realized too late
What she'd done had been wrong;
It wasn't the vase that she'd hated.
But herself all along
She smashed something precious,
Because she was stressed
But how can she fix it?
She'd just try her best.
And so, armed with a glue gun
She toiled by not
To mend the old vase
And put matters right
With the next morning came,
The girl looked at the vase
And a smile appered,
Upon her tire face.
It was no longer perfect,
No need to pretend,
But now stronger than ever
It would last still the end.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
My first ever composed Ilonggo Poem
Ikaw ang bumihag sining akon dughan
Ginatamdan ko, kaanyag sang imo larawan
Sa imong ginikanan, di mahambal ang kalipayan
Bangud sa kaputli mo kag kasidlak
Ang akon dughan dayon mo napabuslak
Ang imo yuhum, wala gid sang katulad
Batyagan mo man ayhan ining gugma nga tampad?
Ining akon tingog, ari ginapabati
Ining akon balatyagon, daw init, nagatagi-ti
Akon palangga, kuntani ikaw magkari
Ako magahulat lang sa idalom sang lubi
Ikaw ang kalipay nga indi gid mabayran
Bisan ano pa kasanag sang ila pangalan
Paghigugma ko sa imo wala sing katapusan
Kag ikaw lang, pinalangga, ang akon pakaslan.
Thank you to the one who edit this. If you want to suggest title, you are free to comment:)