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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, May 11, 2007
She Brought Home a Gold Mine

She used to live in a shanty
   with nipa roof
   and bamboo walls,
   and soil for a floor.
She used to look so shabby
   in hand-sewn clothes
   and an old pair of shoes,
   which, all, her mother once wore.
She used to be poorer than the rats
   she would run after
   and smash with a broom.
But everything has changed
   since she met Mr. Jones.
Now life for her (and the neighborhood)
   suddenly became easy
   as Mr. Jones—it seems—
   is a man so generous and wealthy.
No trace of a poor lady can be seen
   as she walks around the town
   with a tall, white man.
The smile on her face beams with pride
   as her head she holds high.
But never had she heard of the stories
   passed on from mouth to mouth,
   of what she might had done
   to bring home a gold mine.

Ariel Lalisan

Posted at 03:16 am by aclworld

November 30, 2007   01:29 AM PST
thanks bruce....:)
October 6, 2007   11:27 PM PDT
wow, great poetry! this sounds so good!

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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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