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Nangita` Pud Ako sa Adam ko.
Nagahulat Pirmi ining mga Adlaw ko.
Naga-ampo Para Abton ko,
Ang Nagahigugmang Pares Aron
Makab-ot ang kalipayong gidasig ko kanimo.
Nia Pa ko Aning kasakit,
Nga galisod Pud tawon kog dala ug Atik
Naa ra kuno ka diri Parehas Ana` nila,
Pero Nah! Palihug, Asa man ka?
Nag-babag Pa jud intawon Ang
Nasinait nga Paglaum Alang niining
Gugmang tanan dili gusto nga mahimong kita.
~Deity
(slow mood)
Nais ko Paglapitin Ang distance natin,
Kasi Namimiss Po ni Adam si Lucy niya masyado
Kahit Never Pa Ako nakayakap sa mahal ko.
Nananaginip Parati Ako na kasama kita at kayakap.
Nangungulilang Puso ni Adam,
Kailan kaya mapagbibigyan?
At hahayaan na ang ating mga puso na
Nakikipaglaban, Pinapanalangin na mga Agam-agam
Ng iba tungkol sa’ting Pagmamahalan sana Ay
mawala na ng lubusan.
~Knight
By Cristymer Sheena Talatala Pimentel - Juego
“Honey, can I share with your popularity?”
Question: Love and Politics – and since when had these two words create such great harmony and benefit?
Answer: Since the POLITICAL TANDEM buzz paved its quintessence in getting votes. (tested and proven, sort of)
It may sound odd or perhaps devoid out of rhyme in this column a writer wishes to unravel but time itself clearly states hypocrisy is slowly conquering the minds of those wretched public icons, or personalities per se just being used by those so-called predators who only take advantage of their cited ill-fated preys.
Taking a peek back on the elections which transcribed 3 years ago, I found not the raging platforms presented by the politicians with all their politicking, or the choreography of their top-rating Miting de Avance, or their ala-Marc Anthony political Speech they tatter on stage, or the crowd they are able to gather. Rather, I have noted their POLITICAL PARTNER (or is it their inspiration? or their lucky charm? As to how they try to explicitly show) sitting right beside them or perhaps, holding their hand and raising it up while shouting “Vote for me!” –with the “celebrity” giving a forced cute smile plus, the pathetic nodding (opinion based).
The above mentioned scenario which is strategically used by the politicians seem to get into my nerves. I prudently know I hold no right to judge them on how true or how deep their feelings are. But assessing the value of their actions shown to the public with the “holding hands” and the “Will you marry me?” on national television seem to boggle my mind on the level of genuineness one politician gives. Were they really in-love? Or do they really want to marry “that” prey? I doubt.
I do not intend to scare our public icons from falling in love (to politicians, specifically). Loving is all good. I tell you. But it has to be taken not as an antidote to ones broken heart (or a pain reliever at that) which only seizes the pain for a while, then after a few hours, it hits u back like a jolt of lightning again, or a show-off to the whole nation that “Hey! This person is with me. I am sharing with the fame she has, if you love her, love me too. So please vote for me.” (duh!) The head is placed above the heart so it denotes its utilization above the latter. One must avoid itself from being deceived with ones real intention. Take time to listen not only to what your involuntary muscle is trying to imply, but try to consider the pulse of the masses, the opinions of the people around you. Sometimes, people are blinded with their emotions because they are prudently intoxicated with it, the shallow deeds are the one taken, and the supposed to be “regrettable ones” (which are only noticed by those who care about you) are being disregarded. But remember, regrets come in the end. And with it, there’s no turning back. You can never cry over spilled milk.
Ponder on this article for a while, ask your partner, hear your friends’ opinions. Ask this to yourself, “Am I really loved? Or am I just a face in a sample ballot?”
BALINSUGUAN Newsletter, Issue No.3, Page 4
The Official Student Publication of Public Administration Society
Rebuke me not in thine anger,
neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me; for I AM WEAK:
HEAL ME; for mah bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed:
But thou, how long?
Return, O please, deliver my soul:
Oh save me for thy mercies’ sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of Thee:
In Grave, who shall give Thee thanks?
I AM WEARY with my groaning;
all the night make I in my bed to swim;
I water my couch with TEARS.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief;
It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;
For to all, Thee hath heard the voice of my weeping.
Thee hath heard mah supplication;
He will receive mah prayer.
Let all mine enemies be ashamed & sore vexed:
Let them return & be ashamed suddenly.
Forgetful Lucy
Adam Sandler The Hukilau was the place
Where I first saw your face
We liked each other right away
But you didn't remember me
the very next day
Forgetful Lucy
Has got a nice caboosie
I used to trick you into
pulling your car over so we could chat
But my favorite time was
when you beat the shit
out of Ula with a bat
And we drove up to see Dr. Keats
And found out why Doug always
has to change his sheets
Forgetful Lucy
Cracked her head like Carrie Busie
But I still love her so
And I'll never let her go
Even if while I'm singing this song
She's wishing I had Jacquo
the walrus' schlong
Forgetful Lucy
Her lips are so damn juicy
How about another first kiss?
How many Rabbits do you see
on the
Aisle of View
There is a plant. It's out in the cold. But it appears to brave the weather. Believing that no winter lasts forever, it awaits the first light of the sun to shine down on its dying leaves. The sun is a star.
There is a star. It looks like a Deity from afar. It is a Deity. The sky is a big blanket littered with billions of stars. At night, the sky looks even brighter. The stars are watching.
There are billions of stars. Yet, between them is an empty space vast enough to swallow the lives of all men. There is one plant willing to be swallowed by that empty space. It is willing to uproot itself and transcend the boundaries that seem to tie it back to the lonely ground where it cannot even begin to reach with its leaves the proverbial warmth of the sun. It wants to get close to the star, to the sun. It will brave all burns.
There are billions of stars. Yet, between them is an empty space vast enough to swallow the lives of all men. It must be lonely up there.
And it's lonely down here, too.
Courtesy of: /shutupandlisten/
Forgetful Lucy // Indelible Adam **eh?
Yahow! :)
Satti, Manong Adam? ;p
***now tell me, how will i make this feeling grow? coz i really, really, really wanna make it grow. (err, metaphors. tsk)
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