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Submitted by arvin95 on September 3, 2010 - 11:32pm.tagulaylay ng isang makata't manunulat
Submitted by noelbarcelona on September 3, 2010 - 12:35pm. blogHINDI NA ako magpapaliguy-ligoy pa. Ang pagiging manunulat dito sa atin ay isang pagpapagutom, kung hindi man, ay tuwirang pagpapatiwakal sapagkat binabarat, o manapa'y hindi binabayaran, ang bawat salita at pananda, ang bawat pangungusap, parirala at talata, ang bawat taludtod at saknong.
Napakasakit na isipin na hindi mo ikabubuhay sa Pilipinas ang pagiging makata at manunulat; at ang tanging kasiyahan mo na lamang ay ang mabasa ang iyong pangalan sa isang lathalain o tula o sanaysay o balitang iyong isinulat.
Cassandra: Akala ko pag-ibig Ko......Mapang-akit
Submitted by cassandra on September 3, 2010 - 10:38am. Hiwalayan NotesAkala ko Pag-ibig ko
para sa iyo
ay walang katapusan.
Pero di pala,
pagkat darating
ang araw na ako ay lilisan.
Sa dapit hapon ng iyong
buhay gusto ko ako lang
ang iyong kapiling
kasama ng ating mga naging
supling
Limang taon ng pagsasama
walang ibang nais makasama
kundi tanging ikaw lamang
na sinisinta.
Pag-ibig ko man minsa'y nalito
pasesya na kung ikaw ay
aking nabigo
First time
Submitted by auau on September 3, 2010 - 9:43am. unang blogWelcome to meee! :)
Ako ay isang computer programmer sa IT dept ng isang bangko dito sa Ortigas. Mahilig ako sa computer games, mga tula, kwento, pagkain (maliban sa gulay), gala at adventure,at marami pang iba. Marami akong pink na gamit: bag, payong, damit, ballpen at si bading, ang aking laptop.
Ako ay isang prinsesa, ang pinakamamahal na anak ng dakilang Hari ng sanlibutan. Isa ako sa tagapagmana ng milyong-milyong bituin isinaboy niya sa langit. :))
Food for the Soul from Ampot
Submitted by ampot on September 2, 2010 - 7:25pm.Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4
THAT SAD SONG
Submitted by eden on September 2, 2010 - 1:41pm.Its melody eats me
Deep down...so deep
Beyond my imaginings...
Beyond these creek of feelings
Whenever I hear it
It makes me very weak
I wish I could still hold on
But my tears start to fall
That sad song that once was happy
That sad song that makes me now lonely
Coz you are no longer with me
And you're now with somebody
I want to turn the radio off
But I can't afford to do it
My ears wants the lyrics
My heart still loves the beat...
Like I'm still loving you now
THE ONLY GIRL I KNEW
Submitted by eden on September 2, 2010 - 1:25pm. poemShe was just a simple girl
With small circle of friends
Never been to disco
Never been to drinks
Everyday is a blessing for her
Each time she wakes up
The flowers in it's bloom
Makes her day up
She was just a simple girl
Oh the only girl I knew
Who does nothing yet makes me wonder
Why I feel this swirl in my mind
Her innocent laughter lingers
Her smiles makes me weak
I should know that this simple girl
Simply stole my heart that quick
TIPO KONG BEBOT (Halaw Kay Paul Curtis)
Submitted by Allanjohn Andres on September 2, 2010 - 12:19pm.Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE
WHY I LOVE PAZ LATORENA’S “SUNSET”, MORE THAN LILIA QUINDOZA SANTIAGO’S “THE VERY LAST STORY OF HULI”
Submitted by tessa on September 2, 2010 - 6:34am. MORE THAN LILIA QUINDOZA SANTIAGO’S “THE VERY LAST STORY OF HULI” | WHY I LOVE PAZ LATORENA’S “SUNSET”SUMMARY:
SUNSET
Paz Latorena
twilight...
Submitted by tcsnrsr on September 1, 2010 - 7:40am. love | Writingi've been writing a lot lately, i miss the feel of the paper on pen and writing at a dizzying pace. i think i write a little more as the night deepens, my head would be swimming in thoughts and my hand would try to catch up with it. come morning as i try to decipher the scribbles its hard to tell coherent thoughts from the next. i think its different now that i actually feel tired. old age, i guess.









