Wednesday, November 18, 2009

FIAAAA!!!!! I Love you!!!!

deeply in love w/ a woman
a woman i can't reach in thousand miles
a strong willed one
a can melt my heart w her smiles

Why can't I go near her
toward her radiant beauty
eyes that sparkle in the sky
that always see truth and not lies


ang emo ko ahahahha

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Novel analysis

The Pretenders

I don't Know where to start but here goes nothing!


At First of my reading to the pretenders I don't really get it but when i Read it for 3 more times I got the meaning of what they wanted to F. Sionil Wants to say, I just had a confusion at first with the flow of the story line because of its arrangement but when I got the meaning I found out that it was very important.

F. Sionil Used a ton of representation for what is in his mind about how the Rich sometimes think about the poor but sometimes the reality hurts and we are bound to see them in time and F. Sionil made me realize this.

Because of his Novel the pretenders and other saga of it might as well change the hearts of some people. The Novel The Pretenders is one of the best I've read on a filipino autor up to date yet

so i hope this conclude it .

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Hum014-A15

Hehehhe Time for some heart warming time because I love our class even though it had its ups and downs but each day of discusion is fun there is no day w/ out laghing in our class and I learn so much on writting my heart out on poems and my stories hehehhe.

Mom Eduarte thanks so much for everything you've teach us and for everything you have done for us.

Con you laugh too much but its ok laughing makes the heart ache go away hehehe keep on laughing

Arvin, Fi, Ciam Just stay strong and especially don't let Fi go berserk in the campus hehhe peace

Joh, Kim, Joan, and Rose just stay happy and joyous wahahhaha

Guys don't know what to say anymore sorry wahahhha just keep on doing your best and do it un till you go up to the top

remember " We have a drill that will pierce trough heaven and even if that hole became are grave victory shall be ours cause we have reach the top we are not just who we think we are we are the greatest of our best " thanks to gurren lagann wahhahaha

Monday, August 3, 2009

?????

No One Knows
What is their Destiny
For in this World
Their is no certainty
Maybe yesterdays friends
Will be tomorrows Foe

All are lost
My heart is Empty
For all the Betrayal and Enmity
Everything came to an end
In this world of Fiend
Am I just a pawn
In a war that had many mourn

My shattered heart
Can never be repaired
The deep wound
That was Left
Will always be Kept

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Servant Girl


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wahhaha this is kinda late this pic will show what i thought or my insight about servant girl cause for me the only thing that she didn't realize is that there is already some whose worried about her but not realizing it and hoping to the wrong person (still confused about the line anyway) so thats what i thought.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Marjorie Evasco


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Born into a family of teachers who were "always talking English", she was brought up and educated as a Roman Catholic and her formative years in school were spent under the tutelage of German and Belgian nuns.[2] Evasco and her family then moved to Manila. She finished her B.A. in 1973 from Divine Word College of Tagbilaran, Masteral Degree in Creative Writing in 1982 at Silliman University and her Doctor of Philosophy in Literature (Ph.D. Litt.) at De La Salle University-Manila. She became a member of the faculty at De La Salle University, while completing her doctoral degree in 1998.For many years, she was Director of DLSU's Bienvenido N. Santos Creative Writing Center.She is currently a University Fellow at the same university.

Evasco has received several Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards, National Book Awards from the Manila Critics' Circle, Arinday (Silliman University), Gintong Aklat (Book Development Association of the Philippines) and Philippine Free Press prizes for her poems and essays. Her poems have appeared in many important anthologies including Luna Caledonia and Six Women Poets. She has been published extensively in Asia, Europe and North America. She has also received various international fellowships; among them, a writing fellowship at the International Retreat for Writers in Hawthornden Castle, Midlothian, Scotland in 1991; a Rockefeller grant and residency in Bellagio, Italy in 1992; 10th Vancouver International Writers' Festival in 1997; International Writers'Program fellowship at the University of Iowa in 2002; University of Malaya Cultural Centre grant in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia in 2003; the Wordfeast 1st Singapore International Literary Festival in 2004 and the Man Hong Kong Literary Festival in 2006, and the XVIII International Poetry Festival in Medellin, Colombia in 2008.

(Source:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marjorie_Evasco)

F. Sionil Jose

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José was born in Rosales, Pangasinan, the setting of many of his stories. He spent his childhood in Barrio Cabugawan, Rosales, where he first began to write. Jose was of Ilocano descent whose family had migrated to Pangasinan before his birth. Fleeing poverty, his forefathers traveled from Ilocos towards Cagayan Valley through the Santa Fe Trail. Like many migrant families, they brought their lifetime possessions with them, including uprooted molave posts of their old houses and their alsong, a stone mortar for pounding rice.[1][2][3][4]

One of the greatest influences to José was his industrious mother who went out of her way to get him the books he loved to read, while making sure her family did not go hungry despite of poverty and landlessness. José started writing in grade school, at the time he started reading. In the fifth grade, one of José’s teachers opened the school library to her students, which is how José managed to read the novels of José Rizal, Willa Cather’s My Antonia, Faulkner and Steinbeck. Reading about Basilio and Crispin in Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere made the young José cry, because injustice was not an alien thing to him. When José was five years old, his grandfather who was a soldier during the Philippine revolution, had once tearfully showed him the land their family had once tilled but was taken away by rich mestizo landlords who knew how to work the system against illiterates like his grandfather

(Source:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._Sionil_Jose)

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

what is literature








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Literature is like a special treasure that has its different worth in each one of us.
For me Literature is my precius treasure that no one can ever stole same w/ knowledge for it is the only thing thieves can not stole from me.