... it's almost half past november and christmas is just around the bend...what comes to mind
when you hear of christmas? ... i remember...as a child... a new dress...a new pair of shoes...a new hairband...a new pair of pink socks . . . simbang gabi . . . not because of the mass but because of the puto bungbong and the bibingka...christmas carols...the kids singing sintunadong tagalog christmas songs...my favorite christmas song..."little christmas tree no one to buy you give yourself to me" (kawawa kasi yung christmas tree hehe) mommy cooking ham... her italian style spaghetti the best...daddy in pajamas...staring at the christmas lights......Mr Santa!!!! marami akong naipon kay santa claus . . . toys...toys... when mommy told me he wasn't real...i didn't believe her....i cried a lot...hindi nila alam hehehe hindi ko matanggap!!!! the next christmas nag hang pa din ako ng stockings....only to find out wala ng laman....iyak ulit ako!!!! ha ha ha ... Only then that i realized the true meaning of christmas... as you grow older ...kahit wala kang new dress matatapos ang pasko...I remember giving away an old orange bag with a duck patch... i hated that bag so much because i've been using it for 2 years...one christmas...mommy gave it away to a duro duro (karyoka in manila) vendor.... sobrang saya ng bata...imagine getting an old bag as a christmas present?...then i realized how lucky we are!!!!
... Till now I still miss santa!!!! terribly ....
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
november
my creative juices did not work for this month kaya wala akong maisulat..i will share na lang with you guys the first poem written by me ... elementary days.... walang title ito and i forgot grade 3 or 2 yata ako nun...nasa journal ko ito nai save ko pa!!!
fly...fly...fly...
up high until you reach the sky
no matter how hard...no matter how high
fly...fly...fly...
my friend please be like a bird
soaring high in the sky
unafraid of the wind..unafraid of the storm
fly..fly...fly...
yun lang yun diko nga alam kung matatawag yang poem hehehe
fly...fly...fly...
up high until you reach the sky
no matter how hard...no matter how high
fly...fly...fly...
my friend please be like a bird
soaring high in the sky
unafraid of the wind..unafraid of the storm
fly..fly...fly...
yun lang yun diko nga alam kung matatawag yang poem hehehe
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