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I am Ariel.
The world we live in is a lonely world. Here, true happiness is hard to find.
We are on a continuing quest for happiness. As we spend our days in this world, we look for things, places, people, and activities that help us forget for a while that we are in a lonely world. We mingle with people, exchange praises with them, laugh with them, or cry with them. At the end of the day, we still find ourselves alone.
True happiness is not in this world.

My first (and abandoned) blog:Mizundahstood
My second (abandoned) blogThe Road Less Traveled By
MY first serious project:Omniana Online. Interactive. Empowering. Initiating change.
My First Youngblood article.

Other cool links:
Listen to some music from my fave band--Rivermaya
The Interview with God Watch it. Be inspired by it. Share it.
Pathways to Higher Education.
Pathways Mindanao
Visit, read and help.

I just want to be a stronger human being.

.:Leave a Trace:.

The ones who are happy in their respective fields belong to a pool of people who stuck to their teenage daydreams, got in early and refused to quit, despite all the challenges and expectations of society.
Gino dela Paz, Phippine Daily Inquirer's Super Columnist

Kitchie Nadal

Alam mo ba ang nadarama, ng isang iniiwasan?
Alam mo ba ang naiisip, ng isang may sakit?
Mahirap isipin, ang mga bagay
Na di mo kinalalagyan, Na di mo nararanasan

Ngunit nandito ako, ipinakikita sa inyo
Ang aking sinapit, dahil sa natamong sakit
At nandito ako, umaabot sa inyo
Humihingi ng kalinga, hindi ng inyong awa

Maraming nagsasabi, sa huli ang pagsisisi
Ngunit kundi dahil sa pagsisisi, aral ay ipagsasantabi
May bukas pa para sa akin, may landas pang tatahakin
Mundo'y lalagyan ng kulay, habang ako'y nabubuhay


Aking nais, kaibigan ko, unawa't kalinga mo

Friday, September 30, 2005
The Artist
Yes, crooked lines.
Some more crooked lines.
A few words.
And some phrases, too.
Meaningless at first.

For now, with just watercolor.
Cheap watercolor whose shades
change right before your eyes
and colors fade even before
you're done.
Some figures.

Step, point, step.
And mincing steps.
Observe the feet of your
meticulous instructor.
Endure the pain
of the stomping
of your sweating mate;
on your foot
and her verbal lashing
when you take your turn,

Exhaust your vocal cords
until the piece is over
and your trainor's
long list of sharps and flats
you did
until you run out of breath.

As grains of sand
slip between your fingers,
a heap forms.
Ascending to a height.

Build your castle.

Ariel Lalisan

Posted at 03:11 am by aclworld

March 24, 2009   02:17 AM PDT
i like this one!! nice poem po!!!!!! god bless!!!

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Forgive me if my thoughts are shallow.

Forgive me if I have not fed your soul.

Forgive me if I haven't satiated your longing.

For I am human; I have imperfections.

This is me.

This is my world.

I am a lonely soul.

Would you join me here?

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