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THE LIBRARY

December 6th, 2007
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For people who have the passion of reading and writing, the library is a good refuge. (I’ve mentioned something like this in my second blog entry: nice to meet me!) Anyway, in my younger days, as in my grade school days, I never visited the library. In high school, I visited it more often because it’s where my intelligent classmates where! They often times share their assignments! I only borrowed a book once (except for my textbooks of course, those were required) in my research subject (that was a requirement as well). So there I was, I never really took good use of the library in my eleven-year stay in my school. I was young and didn’t realize the value of reading. Maybe the people in school and at home taught me the benefits of reading but stubborn as I am, I never bothered to go and explore the library. I only started to appreciate reading when I went to college, where the library is an open one. Where you have the freedom to choose books that excites your passion. Today, I still have that burning passion in me, that’s why I often go to the National Library or even spend hours in a bookstore at the mall.

Reading is a very good tool for someone to succeed. It pays when you know a lot! Someday, I dream of putting up a library in my place, where everyone can make good use of the learning materials inside. It will be a wonderful way to encourage learning. There will be the traditional sections and a reading area for kids!

Well, I’m keeping my fingers crossed!

Blast from the past, Readings, Thoughts

Stubborn me

October 15th, 2007
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F.R.

I dug this poem I made in high school from my baul yesterday. I remember I made this as an assignment in one of my English classes. My teacher told us to make a poem that rhymes. Never really amused by those poems that’s why I made a different one.

MY FRIEND

I have a friend whose name in Frank
He has a pet which is a fractured frog
Wherever I visit him in his frame house
I bring fresh insects to feed his frog

Frank and I are not free from work
That’s why we go out only on Friday nights
To fill our tummies in a French restaurant
Or at home to eat fries and frozen snacks

Whenever he is frustrated or frightened
He will knock on my door frowning
And when I open my front door
He starts to smile because on my hands
Lay a plate of delicious fried chicken!

I got a C minus! My teacher got angry because I did not follow her instructions.
I wanted to justify that the FR rhymes. But I shut my mouth and accepted, yes.. stubborn me!

Blast from the past, Poem, Thoughts, Writtings