New to Blogging

Posted: March 8, 2011 in Uncategorized
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Yes, I am new to blogging. This is my first time to blog (and this is my first post; if I have blogged in the past, I don’t quite remember) and it took me some time to decide which provider should I use. After researching for free blog providers, I came up with whether I should use wordpress.com or livejournal.com. The two provide equally good features but I guess wordpress is better.

I am a starter in this field and so I might find myself struggling in many things especially so that I am no computer wiz. So if you’re a newbie like me, or still in the delusion of whether to blog or not to blog, why don’t you just stride to the “yes” part of your brain and start blogging using wordpress.com? Let’s update each other later if it’s worth it.


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I am not talking about my neighbor who has gone into trouble by trying to interpret the command “love thy neighbor as you love thy self” into a much higher, holistic and grandiosely romantic conundrum and a hide-and-seek scenario; so that when was caught, he fled, as in F-L-E-D, for fear of a bolo (big knife) that might end his happiness forever.

Neither am I talking about my friend, who had developed a multiple personality disorder and had fallen in love to his another personality – and now, he Read the rest of this entry »

Bridge on Broken Dreams

Walking on a bridge
That leads to nowhere
While pain lingers around
Catching every step I make.
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Aking Pagsinta

Posted: July 10, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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Aking Pagsinta

 

Ang iyong karikta’y sadyang kahali-halina
Panlabas mong kaanyuan ay maganda
Panloob din nama’y lalong dakila.

Mga haplos ng iyong mapagpalang kamay
Nagpapalakas sa kaloobang matamlay Read the rest of this entry »

Part 2

“Narinig mo ba yun?” tanong ko kay Merian, feeling ko nasa alapaap ako. Palabas na kami ng school building. Katatapos lang ng subject namin. “Sinabihan nya ako ng maganda ako.” Pinagsalikop ko ang aking mga kamay at dinala sa aking digdig at gumalaw na parang nanginginig. Kilig na kilig.

“Heh, kanina mo pa tinatanong tanong yan. Tumigil ka na nga bruha ka,” saway sakin ni Merian.

“Inggit ka dahil di ka sinabihang maganda ni Janus, my love?” biro ko kay Merian. Read the rest of this entry »

Revelation

Posted: July 9, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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This is just a simple poem about someone who admires somebody but unable to express.

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Revelation

How will I say the word
Of my passion and love
Of what my mind tells
Of who my heart beats?

How will I say the words Read the rest of this entry »

Ang Kuwento ng Pag-ibig

Part 1

“Ang gwapo nya talaga!” may kilig sa aking boses habang tinitingnan ko ang larawan ni Janus. Naglalakad ako noon kasama ko si Merian papuntang skul. “Haist, kelan kaya nya ako mapapansin,” at aking ipinikit-pikit ang aking mga mata na parang nahihipnotismo, sabay imadyin. Nilandian ko pa ang paglakad.

Hawak-hawak ko ang isang ginupit mula sa school newspaper na larawan ni Janus. Pinagtyatyagaan ko kahit mga newsprint lang ang mga picture nya sakin. Nahihiya naman kasi akong piktyuran sya, saka isa pa, wala akong pang-piktyur. May selpon nga ako, wala namang kamera, yun bang, pang text and call lang. May laro din pala, snake-snake.

“Hoy luka-luka….ret. Tumigil ka nga sa kaiilusyon mo,” Read the rest of this entry »

Romansahan

Posted: July 9, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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Romansahan

Bawat hagod sa aking katawan
Anong sarap aking naramdaman
Sadyang hindi ko mapigilan
Mga ungol ng kasiyahan. Read the rest of this entry »

Admirer

Posted: July 7, 2012 in Poetry (emotional flush)
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This is a poem about somebody who admires someone but finds no courage to go and speak to that someone.

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Admirer

Hiding in the crowds
Admiring you from afar
Looking at your beauty
Searching for your heart.

Unspoken words for you Read the rest of this entry »

Part 3…………. Last Part

She was bewildered of what she discovered about her husband. The medical laboratory result, the killings, missing husband. “Gawd!” she cried. “Where are you, demet!”

She tried calling everyone she knew asking if they saw her husband but everybody said, no.

“Hello!”

“Yes?” said the other person on the other line of the phone. The last person she knew her husband would had gone to.

“This is Sophia, may I speak with Dan?”

“Oh, thank God, Sophia! This is Nancy.”

Dan is Sam’s father and Nancy is his mother.

“Dan is out. Sam is here and he is just in his room. I’m worried about him. He drinks and sleeps the whole day. He won’t even eat. He’s a total mess. Read the rest of this entry »

Kill to Write 2

Posted: July 6, 2012 in English, Kill to Write
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Kill to Write
Part 2

“Where am I?” asked Sophia when the gag in her mouth and the blindfold of her eyes were removed. There was the sound of horror in her voice.

Her eyes were adjusting from the light coming from the bulb above. They were in an empty room with only two televisions and a table where the tvs where placed. There were two people in the room. A rugged looking person in front of her with the gag and the blindfold in his hand, and another guy who had a big scar on his right face near the door. He was smoking and was playing with the smoke he puffed.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” Her gaze jumped from one person to another. Read the rest of this entry »

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This is a product of a challenge given to us by Padre, our leader in Literati. The challenge was to come with with a story in English with this opening paragraph:
For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.
So here is the story. I do not know if I made justice or not. The only thing I know is that there’s pretty much of a blood loss. Epistaxis!
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KILL to WRITE

Part 1

For the past 25 years of my life, I’ve only written two short stories. It’s not for lack of imagination, though. My head is always bursting with ideas to write about. My failure – if you can call it that – can be more attributed to damage control. And conscience. It always boils down to conscience. You see, I do not like writing for the simple fact that if I begin to write, I will have to kill.

She was stricken by what she just read. Her heart sank. Her legs were wobbling and were about to collapse anytime. Sweat started to form on her forehead and in her body. The cool breeze of air coming from the open window that made the curtain dance was not helping. She took a deep breath. Read the rest of this entry »

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This poem was made for someone. A request actually. Although Im not good with poems, I was able to come up with this one. It’s no excellent one, nor a pro made, but even then, I hope I met what that guy wanted me to say in this poem.

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Second to None

Blind eyes and deaf ears
Only hues and selective words to hear
Folded knees, indifference
A dupe’s love’s essence

But am I also a fool
Getting hit and ruled Read the rest of this entry »