tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/MokoFeed2009-11-10T00:59:07+01:00tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/buhay_malaya~2255169/arlenetan20042007-05-12T07:14:26+02:002007-05-12T07:14:26+02:00 <p><span>minsan isang makulimlim na hapon</span></p> <p><span>huminto ako para mag-isip</span></p> <p><span>malaya nga kayang matatawag ang buhay ko?</span></p> <p><span>kung sa tuwiran kong pagpapahayag nagiging pipi ang ilan</span></p> <p><span>kung sa pagsilay ng ngiti sa aking mga labi</span></p> <p><span>dulot nama'y pighati</span></p> <p><span>kung sa paggawa ng kabutihan </span></p> <p><span>nakikita ng iba'y kasamaan</span></p> <p><span>kung sa pagsuot ng disenteng saplot</span></p> <p><span>kalaswaa'y pilit sinisilip</span></p> <p><span>kung sa taimtim na pagdarasal</span></p> <p><span>pilit na ginugulo ng kadiliman</span></p> <p><span>kung ang kapiranggot na kaginhawaan</span></p> <p><span>nakikita'y karangyaan</span></p> <p><span>kalayaan.. ano nga ba ang tunay mong </span></p> <p><span>kulay at kahulugan?</span></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/buhay_malaya~2255169/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/stupid_emotion~2255158/arlenetan20042007-05-12T07:12:38+02:002007-05-12T07:12:38+02:00 <p><strong></p> <p>when there is love, there is pain</p> <p>but when love is gone, the pain remain</p> <p>the ironies of love i cannot imagine</p> <p>this might be real since i can feel</p> <p>though i longed to be alone</p> <p>inner peace is quite unattainable</p> <p>but why am i still unfree?</p> <p>where is liberty and where is love?</p> <p>why i am still stuck in pain?</p> <p>why do it hurts still?</p> <p>when everything seems so real...</strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/stupid_emotion~2255158/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/title~2255147/arlenetan20042007-05-12T07:10:40+02:002007-05-12T07:10:40+02:00 LETTING GO... <p><strong><span>WHEN THE KISSES ARE DRY</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND WHEN SMILE IS FAKED</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>WHEN VOICES ARE INDECIPHERABLE</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND HAPPINESS IS DEFEATED BY PAIN</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>LET IT GO THOUGH IT DEEPLY HURTS</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>WHEN TRUTH IS IGNORED AND LIES ARE EMBRACED</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>WHEN PROMISES ARE FORGOTTEN</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND LOVE IS LOST</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>LET GO THOUGH IT DEEPLY HURTS</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>WHEN CARESS ARE NOT RECIPROCATED</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND PRESENCE NOT WELCOME</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>WHEN TEARS KEEP COMING</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND SMILES ARE SELDOM SEEN</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>LET HIM GO...</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>WHEN TRUST IS BETRAYED AND SELFISHNESS ARISES</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>WHEN THOUGHTS ARE WORTHLESS</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND PASSION FADES LET HIM GO...</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>FREE YOURSELF FROM THE BONDAGE OF PAIN</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND GRADUALLY BID THE PAST</span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>OPEN YOUR SOUL TO NEW BEGINNINGS </span></strong></p> <p><strong><span>AND TEACH YOUR HEART TO BEAT AGAIN</span></strong></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong><span>(para sa iyo bhe! i love you...)</span></strong></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/title~2255147/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/time_log~2255083/arlenetan20042007-05-12T06:47:24+02:002007-05-12T06:47:24+02:00 <p><strong><br>On Monday,<br>when I think of you,<br>I palpitate with glee.</p> <p>Come Tuesday,<br>how I wonder<br>if you ever think of me;</p> <p>By Wednesday,<br>you are in my thoughts<br>while doing errands little,</p> <p>And Thursday,<br>I often think of you<br>while munching peanut brittle.</p> <p>On Friday,<br>I think of you<br>before I get too busy,</p> <p>And Saturday,<br>all this thinking of you<br>starts to make me dizzy!</p> <p>On Sunday,<br>keeping you in mind<br>seems the best thing I can do...<br></strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://arlenetan2004.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/time_log~2255083/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>