tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147467772011-11-09T09:19:10.578+08:00See what you can of these tiny bits of my mind and heart, comprehend it if you can, and even drop bits of your thoughts if you may.Lord DJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00787771739482932338noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14746777.post-1156843948307296832006-08-29T17:30:00.000+08:002006-08-29T17:32:28.310+08:00

I have ridden the bus that dayAs the rain washed the filth awayPeople whose faces I knew notFilled the bus in that crowded lotI have ridden the bus that dayFaces there were grim, few were gayWhich came from youth's untarnished dreamsWhich reached beyond gloom to joy's gleamI have ridden the bus that dayFelt nothing bad would come my wayBut the conductor barred the doorTo peasants needing to ride

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Pondering LifePeople say I'm ahead of my timeThough sometimes I'm behindPeople say I'm intelligentThough sometimes I lack itI wished I could live up to allof their and my expectationsBut sometimes I falter and fail(sometimes)Feeling like a fool and a failure(sometimes)They say I know so many things(sometimes)Though I lack in worldly knowledge(sometimes)I thought I could do everythingBut no I

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(This is a short story that I have written. Please read.)Eva awoke due to the disturbing noises of the City. Brum, brum, the jeeps and cars would say. Brum, brum. She stood up, trembling, and looked around her. Oh, what a nightmare, she thought. It had been three years since she ran away from her home. Grandmother must have been worried about her. She wished she did not run away from her home in

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As I am writing this, I have only to sleep another night and I will become 13. And what a dreadful number! For THIRTEEN means teen and with the coming of this supposedly winding stage of life is the fading of my young years. For being 1-12 years old is great, with all its privileges and pampers.You can still go to the yearly Free-Dunkin’ Donuts Day if you are 12 (though I did not go to get my

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Politics- the theory and practice of forming and running organizations connected with the Government.Or so it seems. The Philippines had been run by politicians as far back in the mists of time. From the general governor to the president, all are politicians. The politicians are supposed to serve the people as the Democracy says. Yet it seems to be the reverse, the people are serving the

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