Gloria really loves ERAP!
How she really loves to make an issue out of ERAP’s name. She’s just making ERAP an scapegoat for the masses’ outrage to oust her.
Ang hERAP kay Gloria, hERAP na hERAP siyang pagtakpan ang KAKULANGAN at KAGULANGAN niya sa taong-bayan
The masses want her out! Gloria is too sticky to her post longing for an extended term! She’s trying all excuses possible to save face. Had ERAP not abide his marshmallow heart and had fights for what is rightfully his, then siguradong walang hERAP na mahERAP ngayon!
Si ERAP ang tunay na “GLORYA” ng masang Pilipino!
MahERAP bang ispellingin yun!
Monday, April 27, 2009
GLORIFIED LAW
According to Gabriela party list Representative Liza Maza and Bagong Alyansang Makabayan (Bayan) secretary general Renato Reyes, the decision to acquit American marine Daniel Smith of rape was due to the maneuverings of Malacanang and the US government.
Job well done to our president!
Never mind the rules of law! Only here in the Philippines can you find that rules are made to suit the one that administered them!
THE ADMINISTRATION RULES!
GLORIA IS THE LAW!
PERIOD! :-C
Job well done to our president!
Never mind the rules of law! Only here in the Philippines can you find that rules are made to suit the one that administered them!
THE ADMINISTRATION RULES!
GLORIA IS THE LAW!
PERIOD! :-C
GOVERNMENT NEVER SUPPORTED NICOLE FROM DAY 1
Gloria is not anti or pro Filipina!
Her only crusade is self-interest.
Self-gain is what matter most!
Gloria is Nicole’s idol! She’s oozing with self-interest forgetting the sacrifices of those who fight for her justice.
Perhaps Nicole believes that Uncle Sam is a better kababayan than her Auntie Glo, whom from the start has never treated her a Kapamilya nor even a Kapuso!
Her only crusade is self-interest.
Self-gain is what matter most!
Gloria is Nicole’s idol! She’s oozing with self-interest forgetting the sacrifices of those who fight for her justice.
Perhaps Nicole believes that Uncle Sam is a better kababayan than her Auntie Glo, whom from the start has never treated her a Kapamilya nor even a Kapuso!
RISE AND RISE OF THE ARROYO’S HOUSE
With the forthcoming entry of First Gentleman Jose Miguel Arroyo’s younger sister – Ma. Lourdes Arroyo – as a party-list representative, the House of Representatives is becoming more of a home for the Arroyos.
Ma. Lourdes will soon join the President’s sons, Pampanga Rep. Juan Miguel Arroyo and Camarines Sur Rep. Diosdado Arroyo, and her brother-in-law, Negros Occidental Rep. Ignacio Arroyo in the House.
If Max’s boasts a house that fried chicken built, Gloria likewise is proud to have built her own house of representative with NO PRIDE at all!
Kamag-anak Incorporated leads her house…
Ma. Lourdes will soon join the President’s sons, Pampanga Rep. Juan Miguel Arroyo and Camarines Sur Rep. Diosdado Arroyo, and her brother-in-law, Negros Occidental Rep. Ignacio Arroyo in the House.
If Max’s boasts a house that fried chicken built, Gloria likewise is proud to have built her own house of representative with NO PRIDE at all!
Kamag-anak Incorporated leads her house…
Romeo and Juliet
Remember not the pathos of our plight
Or the tears of our too-youthful end.
Mourn us not, for we became a light,
Eden shining still through deathless night,
On all who first pure love would comprehend.
Judge us not, although we chose to die,
Undone by beauty such as few have known,
Love so perfect one could not reply
In words less meteoric than its own.
Each life must wend its way towards death and pain.
Though we died young, our story will remain.
Or the tears of our too-youthful end.
Mourn us not, for we became a light,
Eden shining still through deathless night,
On all who first pure love would comprehend.
Judge us not, although we chose to die,
Undone by beauty such as few have known,
Love so perfect one could not reply
In words less meteoric than its own.
Each life must wend its way towards death and pain.
Though we died young, our story will remain.
Watch Them Bleed by kayla
I slit my wrists to watch them bleed
as I think of how much you mean to me
but now you’re gone and I dread
all these memories in my head.
I’m glad you can’t hear the voices in my head
because they tell me to go ahead
go ahead and slit my wrists
as I think of our first kiss.
Everyone knows but they can’t tell
just how much this feels like hell.
They know I love I know u don’t
And I’ll still love you when she won’t.
All this pain was caused by you.
The love we had you said was true..
Then one day you took it away
Was there anything I could say?
Baby I miss you baby i love you
But u broke my heart
now you must watch it BLEED…
as I think of how much you mean to me
but now you’re gone and I dread
all these memories in my head.
I’m glad you can’t hear the voices in my head
because they tell me to go ahead
go ahead and slit my wrists
as I think of our first kiss.
Everyone knows but they can’t tell
just how much this feels like hell.
They know I love I know u don’t
And I’ll still love you when she won’t.
All this pain was caused by you.
The love we had you said was true..
Then one day you took it away
Was there anything I could say?
Baby I miss you baby i love you
But u broke my heart
now you must watch it BLEED…
Risk
To laugh, is to risk playing the fool.
To weep, is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another, is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings, is to risk exposing our true selves.
To put your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss.
To love, is to risk not being loved in return.
To live, is to risk dying.
To hope, is to risk despair.
To try at all, is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken,
Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they simply cannot learn, change, feel, grow, love, live…
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves.
ONLY THE PERSON WHO RISKS IS FREE.
To weep, is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another, is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings, is to risk exposing our true selves.
To put your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd is to risk loss.
To love, is to risk not being loved in return.
To live, is to risk dying.
To hope, is to risk despair.
To try at all, is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken,
Because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow, but they simply cannot learn, change, feel, grow, love, live…
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves.
ONLY THE PERSON WHO RISKS IS FREE.
The Dummy by Michael Mack
In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.
Where wasted hopes and dreams abound,
A wrinkled man with life near end,
In hopes to have at least one friend,
Fashioned bits of wood and things
And made a dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on end,
Conversing with his only friend
And found delight within the fact
That he controlled it's every act.
He told it how he never had
A chance, since all his luck was bad
Although he'd tried so to succeed -
The dummy nodded and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance
Had never given him a chance,
And wasn't it a crying shame
That he was always held to blame
When everyone knew, oh so well,
That life is but a living Hell,
Controlled by lust and power and greed?
The dummy nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival saints,
That dummy sat through all complaints
And, with each little expert tug,
He'd droop his head or bow or shrug
And give some comfort to the man
Who held his lifelines in his hand
And helped to fill a lonely need
When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility increased with time
As did the old man's phantomime,
And feverish fingers pulled with glee
The dummy's dance of misery.
They never left each other's side
Until the day both stopped and died.
We found them lying, hand in hand,
The dummy - and his wooden friend.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Left alone in the past
Left alone in the past
Forgotten friendships buried, never meant to last
She walked away from me
Why couldn't I foresee?
Time standing still
Another way to deal, another pill
The sky is gray with hate
One thing tore us apart, your fate
Now what will you do?
Who will confide in you?
Remember the times we shared?
Remember how well we paired?
The consequences are tough
You only knew how to treat me rough
Who is next in line?
Will you, too, break their spine?
Look at what you've done
This time I will stand in front of you, I won't run
Don't bother me anymore
All you touch, you tore
What you wanted, you took
Now I glance back, I take one last look
You left me alone in your past
Forgotten friendships buried, never meant to last
Forgotten friendships buried, never meant to last
She walked away from me
Why couldn't I foresee?
Time standing still
Another way to deal, another pill
The sky is gray with hate
One thing tore us apart, your fate
Now what will you do?
Who will confide in you?
Remember the times we shared?
Remember how well we paired?
The consequences are tough
You only knew how to treat me rough
Who is next in line?
Will you, too, break their spine?
Look at what you've done
This time I will stand in front of you, I won't run
Don't bother me anymore
All you touch, you tore
What you wanted, you took
Now I glance back, I take one last look
You left me alone in your past
Forgotten friendships buried, never meant to last
Lost And Found by Johnny
There is a storm in my heart
It tears my inside apart
I am bleeding and I am hurt
Like a wingless little bird
Then it turns dark
And for a moment I see
The pain that was inside of me
And on a journey I embark
In search of answers
In search of truth
In search of understanding
In search of you
My guiding star in darkness
Like a little stream in the desert
Everything about you seems flawless
But that is what causes the hurt
Your perfect features do not belong to me
You do not deserve my chains
You need to live and see
What it means to be free
So spread your wings and fly away
For I can not fulfill your dream
But if you should fall one day
I'll guide you and be that little stream
So go and discover it all
And know that wherever you go
Whatever you do and might feel
The only thing you need to do is call
It tears my inside apart
I am bleeding and I am hurt
Like a wingless little bird
Then it turns dark
And for a moment I see
The pain that was inside of me
And on a journey I embark
In search of answers
In search of truth
In search of understanding
In search of you
My guiding star in darkness
Like a little stream in the desert
Everything about you seems flawless
But that is what causes the hurt
Your perfect features do not belong to me
You do not deserve my chains
You need to live and see
What it means to be free
So spread your wings and fly away
For I can not fulfill your dream
But if you should fall one day
I'll guide you and be that little stream
So go and discover it all
And know that wherever you go
Whatever you do and might feel
The only thing you need to do is call
The Forever Friend by Artur Hawkwing
On my own, but mostly the savannah,
Where the tumbleweeds fade away and die,
Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals,
The glistering waters of the high seas
Of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam.
I looked around but you weren't anywhere...
You used to say that you would never die,
But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.
Now the sea is wild with despair,
Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,
Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.
I saw you at the end,
You and I, brother and sister of nature,
Brother and sister of heaven and earth,
Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,
Bitterly falling one after one into a river,
Then the river of life turned red in blood.
My eyes watched in horror.
Slowly and deadly your heart became poisoned,
You disappeared without saying good-bye,
Not a word came out of your mouth.
You became like desolation in its grave.
When once the skies were a realm of stars
And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,
You were there to share the calmness;
But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass
And only the savannah remains.
Where the tumbleweeds fade away and die,
Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals,
The glistering waters of the high seas
Of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam.
I looked around but you weren't anywhere...
You used to say that you would never die,
But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.
Now the sea is wild with despair,
Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,
Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.
I saw you at the end,
You and I, brother and sister of nature,
Brother and sister of heaven and earth,
Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,
Bitterly falling one after one into a river,
Then the river of life turned red in blood.
My eyes watched in horror.
Slowly and deadly your heart became poisoned,
You disappeared without saying good-bye,
Not a word came out of your mouth.
You became like desolation in its grave.
When once the skies were a realm of stars
And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,
You were there to share the calmness;
But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass
And only the savannah remains.
I Can See The Pain by Nikki
I still see your face in my dreams
It hurts and it doesn't help at all
I still want you in my life as crazy as that seems
I want you to catch me when I fall
I still remember the first time we met
There was something so different about you
Your friendship was something I wanted to get
That smile when you said hi to me was so new
Out of no where you called me on the phone
I wanted to sit there and talk to you forever
You were so new, so crazy and unknown
I just knew that our friendship would never sever
Two years and we are barely holding it together
What happened to the way this all used to be
I never wanted you out of my like ever
I sat there for a long time pretending not to see
We decided to go out and make it all all right
It didn't work out of course we knew it couldn't
We couldn't even really stand each others sight
It shouldn't end this way but it did and I shouldn't
I miss you and everything you were to me
Ten years from now we will look back on it all
We will be older and finally be able to see
That love will stand the test of time and never fall
It hurts and it doesn't help at all
I still want you in my life as crazy as that seems
I want you to catch me when I fall
I still remember the first time we met
There was something so different about you
Your friendship was something I wanted to get
That smile when you said hi to me was so new
Out of no where you called me on the phone
I wanted to sit there and talk to you forever
You were so new, so crazy and unknown
I just knew that our friendship would never sever
Two years and we are barely holding it together
What happened to the way this all used to be
I never wanted you out of my like ever
I sat there for a long time pretending not to see
We decided to go out and make it all all right
It didn't work out of course we knew it couldn't
We couldn't even really stand each others sight
It shouldn't end this way but it did and I shouldn't
I miss you and everything you were to me
Ten years from now we will look back on it all
We will be older and finally be able to see
That love will stand the test of time and never fall
Never Alone by Rodney Belcher
I feel you in the morning
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make
You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look
Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever
Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love
Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone
When at first I awake
Your thought is with me
With each decision I make
You'd been around forever
Since the first breath I took
Now I have to go on alone
But for love, I need not look
Cause by what you bestowed
In our short time together
Will last in my heart
Forever and ever
Although you've left
And now walk above
I'm never alone
I'm wrapped in your love
Enjoy now your long waited reward
Feel peace that your love continues on
What was taught to me, will be taught to mine
Cause you live on in me even after you've gone
Thursday, April 16, 2009
RULE OF GLORY
Who do you think among democratic people – who’s in his right mind – would want a marshal law that will enclose his freedom???
Marshall law is not essential, had our elective and appointed leaders done their share of work and sacrifice their personal interests, then perhaps, democracy will attain its goal to liberate its people from sufferings, difficulties and wrong doings.
Had our leaders satisfy the needs of our people - had they care enough especially to our less fortunate brothers and sisters - peace, unity, and economic stability is highly feasible
But with the hands that lead us now, expect NO GLORY! For Gloria herself is the marshal rule that darkens our mission, ruins our dreams, destroys our hopes, and devastates our belief and obliterate our fortitude for a better tomorrow.
Hail No QUEEN Bee! Shear her wings … Trim her down to pieces …Marshall HER RULE …
GLORIFY HER NO MORE!!! Let not her tiny size obscure your lucid mind… for in my mind, she even doesn’t deserve a second thought nor a second glance…
Marshall law is not essential, had our elective and appointed leaders done their share of work and sacrifice their personal interests, then perhaps, democracy will attain its goal to liberate its people from sufferings, difficulties and wrong doings.
Had our leaders satisfy the needs of our people - had they care enough especially to our less fortunate brothers and sisters - peace, unity, and economic stability is highly feasible
But with the hands that lead us now, expect NO GLORY! For Gloria herself is the marshal rule that darkens our mission, ruins our dreams, destroys our hopes, and devastates our belief and obliterate our fortitude for a better tomorrow.
Hail No QUEEN Bee! Shear her wings … Trim her down to pieces …Marshall HER RULE …
GLORIFY HER NO MORE!!! Let not her tiny size obscure your lucid mind… for in my mind, she even doesn’t deserve a second thought nor a second glance…
BIRTHDAY GLORY
President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo’s 2009 simple birthday celebration is actually an understatement!
I find nothing special to celebrate nowadays as there are so much suffering around and people in general is downheartedly affected with financial burden.
The President’s call for unity and volunteerism, her birthday theme, must be given significance. President Gloria must be in unison with majority of constituents to step down voluntarily without further a do, or leave her kingdom as soon as her term expires without any qualms or second thoughts.
Go Gloria go…
You’ve got to go…
Now!
I find nothing special to celebrate nowadays as there are so much suffering around and people in general is downheartedly affected with financial burden.
The President’s call for unity and volunteerism, her birthday theme, must be given significance. President Gloria must be in unison with majority of constituents to step down voluntarily without further a do, or leave her kingdom as soon as her term expires without any qualms or second thoughts.
Go Gloria go…
You’ve got to go…
Now!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
The Champion
In the vast expanse of a timeless place,
Where silence ruled the outer space,
Ominously towering, it stood,
The symbol of a spirit war
Between the one name Lucifer,
And the Morning Star, the ultimate of good.
Enveloped by a trillion planets,
Clean as lightning and hard as granite,
A cosmic coliseum would host the end
Of the war between the lord of sin and death,
And the Omnipotent Creator of man's first breath,
Who will decide who forever will be the Champion.
The audience for the 'Fight of the Ages' was assembled and in place.
The angels came in splendor from a star.
The saints that had gone before were there: Jeremiah, Enoch, Job.
They were singing the "Song of Zion" on David's harp.
The demons arrived, offensive and vile, cursing and blaspheming God.
Followed by their 'trophies' dead and gone.
Hitler, Napoleon, Pharaoh, Capone,
Tormented and vexed and grieved.
Waiting for their judgment from the Throne.
Then a chill swept through the mammoth crowd and the demons squealed with glee,
as a sordid, vulgar, repulsive essence was felt.
Arrogantly prancing, hands held high, draped in a sparkling shroud
Trolled by demons, Satan ascended from Hell.
Then Satan cringed, the sinners groaned!
The demons reeled in pain as a swell of power like silent thunder rolled
With a surge of light beyond intense, illuminating the universe,
In resplendent glory appeared the Son of God.
Where silence ruled the outer space,
Ominously towering, it stood,
The symbol of a spirit war
Between the one name Lucifer,
And the Morning Star, the ultimate of good.
Enveloped by a trillion planets,
Clean as lightning and hard as granite,
A cosmic coliseum would host the end
Of the war between the lord of sin and death,
And the Omnipotent Creator of man's first breath,
Who will decide who forever will be the Champion.
The audience for the 'Fight of the Ages' was assembled and in place.
The angels came in splendor from a star.
The saints that had gone before were there: Jeremiah, Enoch, Job.
They were singing the "Song of Zion" on David's harp.
The demons arrived, offensive and vile, cursing and blaspheming God.
Followed by their 'trophies' dead and gone.
Hitler, Napoleon, Pharaoh, Capone,
Tormented and vexed and grieved.
Waiting for their judgment from the Throne.
Then a chill swept through the mammoth crowd and the demons squealed with glee,
as a sordid, vulgar, repulsive essence was felt.
Arrogantly prancing, hands held high, draped in a sparkling shroud
Trolled by demons, Satan ascended from Hell.
Then Satan cringed, the sinners groaned!
The demons reeled in pain as a swell of power like silent thunder rolled
With a surge of light beyond intense, illuminating the universe,
In resplendent glory appeared the Son of God.
Night Thoughts by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Oh, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn,
Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted,
Who with radiant beams the heav'ns adorn,
But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not, ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,
What far travels ye have hasten'd through,
Since, within my loved one's arms delaying,
I've forgotten you and midnight too!
1789.
Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted,
Who with radiant beams the heav'ns adorn,
But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not, ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,
What far travels ye have hasten'd through,
Since, within my loved one's arms delaying,
I've forgotten you and midnight too!
1789.
Those lips that Love's own hand did make (Sonnet 145) by William Shakespeare
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate"
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet,
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
"I hate" she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell - is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying "not you."
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate"
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet,
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
"I hate" she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell - is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying "not you."
Will You Just Let Me Be! by Jen Fox
For each step I take
I will think of you
after all your just the dirt
grinding up in my shoe.
How much I hate you now
for all the things you done
for you could never know
because I hate you a ton.
You make my heart bleed
every time I see your face
and my fist tighten
when I think of this waste.
Rage fills my soul
every time I hear your name
anger fills my mind
knowing nothing can be the same.
I'm still building back up
after you tore off all ties
but I tell you it is for the better
because I'm sick of your stupid lies.
Pity yourself all you want
I don't care anymore
but I tell you time heals all wounds
and complaining is becoming a bore.
Your not fooling anyone
when you come to school with your stupid smile
we all can see you're faking
because time takes awhile.
Why do you expect everyone
to look at you as they walk by
your know different then anyone
this is something you don't understand why.
I am not stupid
so quit and leave me alone
quit calling me a stupid b**ch
and live your life on your own.
You are no part of me
your the one that broke all ties
I don't give a damn anymore
I'm sick of you keep saying your goodbyes.
Give up already
because you're really getting me pissed
I don't care what you think of me
so would you learn to let me be.
Stop calling me a b**ch behind my back
your just mad because I now don't want to be your friend
I didn't want to give up but you gave me no choice
so now I gave "the queen her highness" the end.
I'm sick of you
you hurt me more then you think I hurt you
stop blaming me for what has happened
because I'm sick of feeling this pain by the things you say and do.
Why do you even care
can't you just ignore
after all your the one that can't forgive
this is really becoming a bore.
Come up with something new
after all it will just be another lie
but at least you will have something else to do
besides always saying goodbye.
Blah blah
I don't care
will you please just end this now
because I'm sick of you saying I wasn't there.
Stop taking things out on me
this is something you could never see
its the truth though I tell you
so will you just let me be!!
I will think of you
after all your just the dirt
grinding up in my shoe.
How much I hate you now
for all the things you done
for you could never know
because I hate you a ton.
You make my heart bleed
every time I see your face
and my fist tighten
when I think of this waste.
Rage fills my soul
every time I hear your name
anger fills my mind
knowing nothing can be the same.
I'm still building back up
after you tore off all ties
but I tell you it is for the better
because I'm sick of your stupid lies.
Pity yourself all you want
I don't care anymore
but I tell you time heals all wounds
and complaining is becoming a bore.
Your not fooling anyone
when you come to school with your stupid smile
we all can see you're faking
because time takes awhile.
Why do you expect everyone
to look at you as they walk by
your know different then anyone
this is something you don't understand why.
I am not stupid
so quit and leave me alone
quit calling me a stupid b**ch
and live your life on your own.
You are no part of me
your the one that broke all ties
I don't give a damn anymore
I'm sick of you keep saying your goodbyes.
Give up already
because you're really getting me pissed
I don't care what you think of me
so would you learn to let me be.
Stop calling me a b**ch behind my back
your just mad because I now don't want to be your friend
I didn't want to give up but you gave me no choice
so now I gave "the queen her highness" the end.
I'm sick of you
you hurt me more then you think I hurt you
stop blaming me for what has happened
because I'm sick of feeling this pain by the things you say and do.
Why do you even care
can't you just ignore
after all your the one that can't forgive
this is really becoming a bore.
Come up with something new
after all it will just be another lie
but at least you will have something else to do
besides always saying goodbye.
Blah blah
I don't care
will you please just end this now
because I'm sick of you saying I wasn't there.
Stop taking things out on me
this is something you could never see
its the truth though I tell you
so will you just let me be!!
To a Stranger by Walt Whitman
Passing stranger!
you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you,
your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass,
you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you,
I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you
you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you,
your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass,
you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you,
I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Cha-Cha
In rejoinder for the ChaCha issue, is it not quite obvious why nowadays, it was again revitalized at the house of representative and find who’s the one determinedly initiating to push it through? Come to think of it, had Chacha materialized, who has so much to gain?
I am tired of hearing the Cha-Cha business! It has become a perennial issue when I don’t even know if an ordinary Juan or Maria is familiar or does even comprehend what Cha-Cha is all about. Conceivably, CHACHA has its own advantage, depending on how people will be benefited. If a ChaCha resolution is beneficial to many and serving not just one people or one family, it deserves a chance to be thoroughly evaluated and perhaps, give it a go. Nevertheless, ample of time is needed for its study and acceptance, not just for our lawmakers, but more so, for Filipino people in all walks of life. Timing is significant so as not to defeat its noble intention.
It is likewise necessary that our populace could have better understanding of what CHACHA is really all about and what the public has to obtain from it to appreciate its value and approve its purpose. Let the next administration handle the settlement of this issue so as the present leadership may not be adjudged as bias and has self-interest.
If the palace will allow their supporter to press on the matter, I can help but believe that our present leadership is quite a patron of Lacoste, wanting for more when for a fact, they have more than enough! For me CHACHA means a CHAse for a CHAste Leadership that to this day, remains a dream for many youngsters in search for a better Philippines.
I am tired of hearing the Cha-Cha business! It has become a perennial issue when I don’t even know if an ordinary Juan or Maria is familiar or does even comprehend what Cha-Cha is all about. Conceivably, CHACHA has its own advantage, depending on how people will be benefited. If a ChaCha resolution is beneficial to many and serving not just one people or one family, it deserves a chance to be thoroughly evaluated and perhaps, give it a go. Nevertheless, ample of time is needed for its study and acceptance, not just for our lawmakers, but more so, for Filipino people in all walks of life. Timing is significant so as not to defeat its noble intention.
It is likewise necessary that our populace could have better understanding of what CHACHA is really all about and what the public has to obtain from it to appreciate its value and approve its purpose. Let the next administration handle the settlement of this issue so as the present leadership may not be adjudged as bias and has self-interest.
If the palace will allow their supporter to press on the matter, I can help but believe that our present leadership is quite a patron of Lacoste, wanting for more when for a fact, they have more than enough! For me CHACHA means a CHAse for a CHAste Leadership that to this day, remains a dream for many youngsters in search for a better Philippines.
Bloody Murder
In riposte to the March 17, 2009 PDI article Bloody Murder, it leaves me in awe why of all unresolved carnages cases, the Dacer-Corvito slaying took precedence over other more important killings.
I am not saying though that their death has no relevance (for no one deserve such a ghastly demise no matter who you are and what you have done) nor rather has its significance to the lives of Filipino people in general. At this point and time where almost everyone is experiencing and suffering from the end result of the current global crisis, I could hardly understand, why after so many years, said case had been instantaneously resurrected. Government’s effort (with so much expenditures involved) (politically or otherwise motivated) to prioritize giving justice to the annihilation of Dacer and Corvito is somewhat overstated sending a negative impression to the integrity of its purpose to convict the mastermind, selectively pinpointing to Senator Lacson as the perpetrator, who we all knew has an endless dispute with Malacanang’s big bosses. It is but right for the killers to pay for their crime. Nonetheless, at this moment, any action enforce is very untimely just as the untimely death of the two victims. Isn’t it too late for the administration to take steps and show a great deal of concern only now?
It is often said Justice delayed is Justice denied – Perhaps, if only, we are not aware of the feuds going on between the concerned parties engaged in this state of affairs, we have legitimate issue to settle and fight for. We are not innocent and stupid kids to go along with whatever games our public officials (elected or appointed) wanted us to play with! I do really sympathize with the victim’s families.
Losing a love one leaves an excruciating pain in our hearts. But, it pains me more had such instance been used just to delight the whim and wet the appetite of an adversary defeating the sacredness of its purpose. I still believe, in time, without the doubts, truth and justice will take its toll… In HIS time…
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