<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:28:17.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Gawa Ko</title><subtitle type='html'>lahat ng mababasa nyong posts dito ay ako mismo ang gumawa, kaya walang kukuha ng walang paalam, OK?!? palo ko kayo sa pwet!!! kung di naman pwede yon.. demanda ko na lng kyo o i-wish ko na malasin kayo.. so magpaalam muna ha!!! u've been warned! ~_~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115526814701690559</id><published>2006-08-11T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:59:32.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not because of someone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not because of peace of mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not because of things i bought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even of the nice &amp; funny story i read... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor the chocolates i ate.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you wanted me to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you don't know that, do you?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*** composed on August 11, 2006. just now when i was reading &amp; posting at PBA forum, i stumbled on this thread "CONFESSIONS: CRY YOUR HEARTS OUT..." when these words materialized in my mind just like that! and they kept pouring out as i typed... ddktd to someone special... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115526814701690559?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115526814701690559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115526814701690559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115526814701690559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115526814701690559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy.html' title='Happy...?'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115042681229247933</id><published>2006-06-16T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:21:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Side of Me (First Love, Rebel, Angst  - Yr.1995)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okei, before i continue.. i would like to warn you guys that some of the poems here contained some offensive words. if you can't take it, you may skip this part. i was 17 when i composed these poems.. 1995: the time i met my first love and also the time i rebelled... so please excuse the use of such language. i was just full of angst that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give Me A Shot"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A shot of "MP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A puff of smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boy, how i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this ain't a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The burning sensation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;through your stomach pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes you laugh &amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the same time cry a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you're shivering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;don't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just take a bit of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or have a taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All your problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;will vanished for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and after a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it'll make you smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A shot of MP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A puff of smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey! wait! this ain't a dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't take a coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This makes you swirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or it'll make you twirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't that a good feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very sickening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I want more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But really sad to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't have anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*composed on October 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ddktd to all my frenz that time. "MP" is short for "empi" which is the shortcut for Emperador Brandy. my friends and i used to drink these most of the time when we hang-out; also one of the faves is Gilbeys. we named our lil puppies according to these drinks: "MP" (the brown one) &amp;amp; "Gilbeys" (the white one)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more poems to come...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115042681229247933?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115042681229247933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115042681229247933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115042681229247933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115042681229247933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/dark-side-of-me-first-love-rebel-angst.html' title='Dark Side of Me (First Love, Rebel, Angst  - Yr.1995)'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115037811264644026</id><published>2006-06-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:54:00.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mr. Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang tagal na kitang hinihintay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bakit ang tagal mo naman..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ilan beses na kong nasaktan ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akala ko nga sila na&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yun pala hindi pa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelan ka ba susulpot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pag puti na ang buhok ko?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kapag uugod-ugod na tayo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kelan ba? Naiinip na ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangkaterbang luha na yata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ang naipon ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baka pagdating mo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pwede mo ng gamitin 'tong pang ligo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basag na basag na ang puso ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baka kung kelan nandito ka na, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wala ng buhay toh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadating ka ba o hindi na?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabihin mo na ng maaga..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;San lupalop ka ba talaga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gusto mo ba ako na ang maghanap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukang tinatamad ka lang ata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O di mo lang alam kung san mag uumpisa..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pakibilisan naman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naiinip na ko sa paghihintay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sakaling magkita na tayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meron akong regalo sayo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wag mong kakalimutang hingin toh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isang malakas na batok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa sobrang kabagalan mo, hmph!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*this poem is ddktd to sis INA, my sisters, all single RB Ladies and all my friends who are single! the story behind this poem is this: this afternoon, me &amp; sis INA were chatting on msn when we suddenly came to this topic of "Mr. Right".. i dunno how we got there.. but while chatting on that, these words materialized in my mind, so fast that i need to type it at once on notepad.. i told sis ina that she gave me an idea &amp;amp; that i am composing a poem (or song?) already while chatting with her.. nywayz, that's how it goes. hope they like it =^_^=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;** ahaha! okei! i'd just like to straight some things out. this poem is just for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! i just did this in a spur of the moment. i know ladies won't do this in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they'd rather be alone than to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait or look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the so-called right one. we don't even know if that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mr. Right"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really do exist! as they say, nobody's perfect! *grins* somebody must have just invented this word, not because they found the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfect or right man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but because that someone who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfect for them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (even with all the flaws) found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if the poem offended anyone in some way, i am truly sorry... i won't take offense on any comments here, so no worries! =) i did the poem in a sarcastically-funny way to let you all know that this is only for laughs! so peace!!! mwaah!!! =^_^=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115037811264644026?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115037811264644026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115037811264644026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115037811264644026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115037811264644026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-mr-right.html' title='To Mr. Right'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115037188821647397</id><published>2006-06-15T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:25:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperating Days (Health, Family, Love - Yr. 1994 Poems)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i composed these poems when i was here in Brunei. i was 16 yrs. old that time.. i graduated highschool when i was 15 yrs old. my parents brought me here for 1 year vacation. my health is quite suffering that time so they asked me to rest first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"D-I-A-R-Y"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;D - d'best (coz it's always there for me);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I - impressive (coz it truly can keep a secret);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A - and above all of this, it is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;R - reliable friend, I had throughout the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y - years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*compose on July 10, 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ddktd to my cousins &amp; my diaries... based on my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Diary (There's No One In The World)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in the world can compare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my one &amp; beloved friend;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who's always there to give a care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it will never be my fiend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no one in the world could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as trustworthy as my diary;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who always stay here beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And keep my secrets faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no one in the world could give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fun &amp; help while I live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no one in the world could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as concern as my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no one in the world could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as understanding as my diary;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the biggest advantage of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It just listens &amp; doesn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no one in the world could give justice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I die without peace;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there's no one there to stand for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It will be there to do justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And in the end when I am gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And if I die in peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All the secrets that i had keep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Could only be revealed by my 'Diary'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*composed on July 10, 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ddktd to my sisters, cousins, friends and all those close to me.. they are my diaries. also of course, &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is also ddktd to my &lt;strong&gt;Diary&lt;/strong&gt; itself (those notebooks i wrote into and all my online-blogs)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My Love is Deaf, Mute and Blind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Love is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when someone criticized him, or telling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me his faults &amp; wrong attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I've often found it difficult to believe,&lt;br /&gt;so I will purposely ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when he pass by, my heart stops cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;feeling numb &amp;amp; can not even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;utter a single sound or word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever I see/finds something wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp; not good about him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still cannot stop my love for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've often found my eyes closed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as if I'm afraid to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the truth &amp;amp; not seeing the reality of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... for my love is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deaf, mute &amp; blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*this is the 2nd version of my poem "Love is deaf, mute &amp;amp; blind", revised on October 25, 2004.. i just modify some of the words here. this poem was loved by my cousins, aunt &amp; friends. 3 of my guy friends in Pateros even memorized each stanza for each of them, and they called themselves "Deaf", "Mute" and "Blind".. from this, you would know already who memorized each of the stanza. they even recite the poem to me once, i was so flattered! until now.. Yr. 2006, i received a message from 1 of my aunt (who is 1 month &amp;amp; 1 wk older than me only), asking for a copy of this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you ask me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If someone ask me, how do I describe myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll probably answer "I am what I am".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If someone ask for deeper and new description,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll answer with glad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I am human &amp;amp; one of the most beautiful creation of God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But if an artist ask me: "How do you describe yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll probably answer: "I am one of God's masterpieces.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*composed on November 18, 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115037188821647397?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115037188821647397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115037188821647397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115037188821647397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115037188821647397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/recuperating-days-health-family-love.html' title='Recuperating Days (Health, Family, Love - Yr. 1994 Poems)'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115036905237796382</id><published>2006-06-15T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:59:58.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age of Innocence (Crushes, Puppy Love, Friendship - Yr. 1992 Poems)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i composed all these poems when i was almost 14. that's the time when i started composing/writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, no other than you&lt;br /&gt;Who simply knew my joys &amp; blues...&lt;br /&gt;But thinking of you hurts me too,&lt;br /&gt;For you were the one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hurts me true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one you've done&lt;br /&gt;was like the second, too.&lt;br /&gt;Revealing my secrets that I've told you...&lt;br /&gt;Then, you asked for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;And I forgave you;&lt;br /&gt;Letting all the pains passed through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time you've done it again&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I could still forgive you, my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't blame you for doing that&lt;br /&gt;coz there goes a saying about that "Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love unexpress is useless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you overdo it,&lt;br /&gt;is it none of my business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I know, you say "Sorry",&lt;br /&gt;but remember you've already done it.&lt;br /&gt;What are the use now of those words&lt;br /&gt;when you already broke the swore..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friend, I say, before you act&lt;br /&gt;please, think first of my future "react"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ddktd to my friend when i was in highscool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Get it!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the girl can't express her feelings,&lt;br /&gt;she wrote a poem to make it easy.&lt;br /&gt;To the boy she like, she dedicate it,&lt;br /&gt;and gave it to him after she finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw the expression &amp; puzzlement on his face,&lt;br /&gt;and wondered if he gets the poem's message;&lt;br /&gt;She saw the boy in deep thinking&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe he get it", she keeps on saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute, he returns the poem&lt;br /&gt;He said: "I didn't get the message of your poem"&lt;br /&gt;He adds: "Please explain the meaning of it"&lt;br /&gt;She said: "But you're already acting it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hidden Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a girl who loves a boy,&lt;br /&gt;But the boy doesn't know it;&lt;br /&gt;He thought it was only a friendship,&lt;br /&gt;That can't turn into such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl hide her feelings for him,&lt;br /&gt;but found out, it can only add to her misery;&lt;br /&gt;So she decided to tell him what she felt,&lt;br /&gt;But just blush when she saw his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she know she can't do it,&lt;br /&gt;so she just keep it in her heart so deep.&lt;br /&gt;Can you help this girl to express her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;And remember, the name is M.J.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* haha! it's pretty obvious that this poem is based on my experience. i forgot who's the "boy" though... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My Love is Deaf, Mute &amp; Blind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... when someone criticized you or telling your faults&lt;br /&gt;and wrong attitude to me. I've often finds it difficult&lt;br /&gt;to believe, so I will purposely ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when you passed by, my heart stops cold,&lt;br /&gt;and I feel like a dumb. I found it hard to express the love I have&lt;br /&gt;for you and can't even utter a single word or sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... whenever I see or found something wrong about you&lt;br /&gt;and still keep my love for you. I found my eyes closed as if&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to see something bad about you &amp;amp; as if I'm blind from "Reality"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for my Love is... Deaf, Mute and Blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this is the 1st version of my poem 'My Love is Deaf, Mute and Blind'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love's Life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;When you passed by, I don't care much&lt;br /&gt;When we look at each other, we just smile&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we just walk by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally, we met again&lt;br /&gt;We talked, and then you called me "friend"&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then our friendship starts;&lt;br /&gt;We're always together &amp; never been apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long &amp;amp; happy years went by&lt;br /&gt;Still you care for me so much&lt;br /&gt;Then you said you love me so&lt;br /&gt;And strange! I feel the same also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been lovers for long, sweet years&lt;br /&gt;And we're so happy; no fears and tears...&lt;br /&gt;But then one day, you've been so cold&lt;br /&gt;"Let's call it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quits!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, to me you've told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated you for what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Coz you took my heart &amp; now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;"Another girl" is the reason why you left me&lt;br /&gt;And now we treat each other as an enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be a stranger in my life once more&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like the way before&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, there'll be "no more"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends, Bestfriends &amp;amp; Lovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this poem is based on my friend's experience when we were in highschool. i made this poem for her... also, on yr. 1995, my friends from Rizal loved this poem that much that they wanted to turn it into a song. they will just modify it a bit they said. unfortunately, before they can even start doing it.. something happened and they disbanded *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115036905237796382?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115036905237796382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115036905237796382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036905237796382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036905237796382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/age-of-innocence-crushes-puppy-love.html' title='Age of Innocence (Crushes, Puppy Love, Friendship - Yr. 1992 Poems)'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115036847009222679</id><published>2006-06-15T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:48:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Sleep...</title><content type='html'>I wanna sleep through the haze of light...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep &amp; keep my eyes shut tight...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shut down all the noise outside...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shut it til the morning light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A furry company by my side...&lt;br /&gt;to watch me til the sun rise...&lt;br /&gt;I will go to that place I love...&lt;br /&gt;And control them all with my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep &amp;amp; go to that place&lt;br /&gt;to find adventure &amp; solace...&lt;br /&gt;A place where reality ends...&lt;br /&gt;A place without any demands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's hazy,&lt;br /&gt;My breathing is deep,&lt;br /&gt;Dozzing... Drifting...&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of dream...&lt;br /&gt;My body relaxed,&lt;br /&gt;As I slip endlessly&lt;br /&gt;Right into that valley of dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*composed on July 05, 2002 (12nn - 12.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words slipped slowly through my mind while I was at the office; feeling very bored and yeah, sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115036847009222679?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115036847009222679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115036847009222679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036847009222679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036847009222679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wanna-sleep.html' title='I Wanna Sleep...'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115036800895224937</id><published>2006-06-15T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:41:23.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy, Stormy Night</title><content type='html'>The rain falls hard,&lt;br /&gt;Down through the streets...&lt;br /&gt;Washin' our window panes...&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be a time for celebration&lt;br /&gt;but why's the heaven's so angry..?&lt;br /&gt;Thunder bellows...&lt;br /&gt;Lightning strucks...&lt;br /&gt;The heaven's cryin'&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;What makes them grieve like this&lt;br /&gt;up there from afar..?&lt;br /&gt;Thunder rumbles...&lt;br /&gt;Furiously &amp; continously...&lt;br /&gt;Lightning strikes&lt;br /&gt;as if they want to hit on something...&lt;br /&gt;I can almost feel its anger,&lt;br /&gt;its grief and its tears...&lt;br /&gt;If I could only do something&lt;br /&gt;to relieve its misery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*composed on December 05, 2002 (11.07pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words strucks me when i was about to sleep one night... i'm quite scared of the lightning.. so i turn on the light; went to my table, and just wrote all these stuff to subsides my fear and while these words' still on my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115036800895224937?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115036800895224937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115036800895224937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036800895224937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036800895224937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/stormy-stormy-night.html' title='Stormy, Stormy Night'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115036745996674076</id><published>2006-06-15T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:30:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Away</title><content type='html'>So happy when they were together,&lt;br /&gt;Til fate pulls them apart...&lt;br /&gt;The love they shared together,&lt;br /&gt;is now fadin' into the past...&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes that used to twinkle,&lt;br /&gt;is now shedding some crystal tears...&lt;br /&gt;As he drifted away slowly,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; finds someone who's near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*composed on September 21, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words just popped-out in my mind when i was inside the car.  my father picked me up from work that time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115036745996674076?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115036745996674076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115036745996674076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036745996674076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036745996674076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/drifting-away.html' title='Drifting Away'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115036699000992748</id><published>2006-06-15T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:24:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens Next...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever happens next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll never know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The feelings I tried to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is yet to show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heartbroken &amp; disgust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All wrapped in one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The love I thought would last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is about to taunt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fromt the start, I should have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shouldn't trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If this one didn't work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will be left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And bites the dust...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*composed on September 19, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;these words just materialized in my mind while i was eating lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115036699000992748?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115036699000992748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115036699000992748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036699000992748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115036699000992748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-happens-next.html' title='What Happens Next...'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29745126.post-115035570610824324</id><published>2006-06-15T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:18:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabi Ko Nga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula sa kras&lt;br /&gt;Nauwi sa pag ibig&lt;br /&gt;Puso kong dati'y nananahimik&lt;br /&gt;Muling bumilis ang pintig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na sanang pansinin&lt;br /&gt;At baka muli lang masaktan&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit puso ko'y sadyang pasaway&lt;br /&gt;Eto nga... nahulog na ng tuluyan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Sabi ko nga...Ayoko na...&lt;br /&gt;Umibig pang muli...&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko nga...Sobra na...&lt;br /&gt;Ang naranasan na sakit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit bakit ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Nandito ka&lt;br /&gt;Bakit di ko mapigil?&lt;br /&gt;Puso kong nananahimik&lt;br /&gt;Binulabog mong muli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganda na sana...Masaya na...&lt;br /&gt;Nahanap ko na ang tunay na pag ibig&lt;br /&gt;Pero bakit ganon?&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang don lang pala&lt;br /&gt;Ang kayang ialay sakin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit totoo ang nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Di na pwede pang ipilit&lt;br /&gt;Puso mong tunay man magmahal&lt;br /&gt;Ay meron ng nagmamay ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay...&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko nga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*composed last February 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;ddktd to someone special... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29745126-115035570610824324?l=mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/feeds/115035570610824324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29745126&amp;postID=115035570610824324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115035570610824324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29745126/posts/default/115035570610824324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mga-gawa-ko.blogspot.com/2006/06/sabi-ko-nga.html' title='Sabi Ko Nga'/><author><name>MJ Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01560004371843049914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/8662/mj102906qh5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
