Bago ang lahat hindi ako ang nag isip ng post na ito... si gerlpren ang nagsulat nyan sa blog niya sa friendster... kayo na bahala humusga... hahahaha pero be gentle sa mga comments dahil gigilitan ko kayo ng leeg pag bad ang sinabi niyo.... wahahahahaha..

itong post na ito ay sinulat ni gf para sa skul paper nila kaso pangit daw kaya ayun di na natuloy.... i was hoping we could boost her confidence sa pag susulat... thanks mga fellow bloggers... anak ng jueteng napaka supportive ko talaga sa gf ko... hahahaha


There are times, while I am sitting on benches in the Promenade, deep in thought. I can’t stop asking myself; “What is my purpose in this School?” Questions continuously revolve around my mind, like a thirst waiting to be quenched. Am I only just like one of those “common students” going to and from every minute, laughing, thinking, playing, to get and finish a degree? Am I only just like the others, paying their tuition fees every semester in the cashier’s office getting and realizing nothing after all? Or, am I someone who can contribute “little bits”, piece by piece from which everyone can benefit?

It is quite hard time for me to think of the answer for every question in my head. I am burdened by the thought that many students refuse to speak, and act, and even if they do, they balk at the slightest challenge against their stand. And realizing it, I said to myself that as a concern fellow, I can lend a help to make changes even in hushed way where everyone can hear the cry of my little voice.

It is my pen, and every moment I find its ballpoint rolling on every empty space of a paper as I write my draft, is as hard as lifting an object exponentially greater than my weight. It is a fact that one cannot tell what is his/her minds unless he/she chooses to prove its significance by exposing it and let others see. And I think that was my intention here. It is not saying things just to encourage others to follow what I am thinking, but to inform. And the rest is letting them interpret my thoughts on their own, then act the way they should.

And yes, I am certainly aware of the constant appraisals and criticisms that I, as a writer, will encounter every time my pen slides on the smooth surface of my outline- but that is normal. It is normal in the sense that pleasing everyone is not easy to achieve, because even a maximum of one’s effort may not be enough for it. And that’s the toughest part on my reality.

I may face burden but I am aware that I can manage all things. I know that I, together with my pen, am not alone in pursuing my objectives. I know that there is still a place where free and active minds are generated and nurtured till they find their own dexterity.
And as a student fond of knowledge and learning. I always do have a protective shield for facing trials in everyday’s challenging path. That is my purpose why I am here. That is me as a part of this school. It is my pen which symbolizes my aim as a voice constantly trying to elicit responses from the students trapped under a rule of silence. I must sat that a mark on the paper is enough when this calls for everyone to be more of what they are now.

And from now on, I am a pen. That is my worth…………


♥superjaid♥ said...

Teka!*punas ilong* hehe Ü ang galing magenglish ni ate michelle, la akong masabi, thumbs up!Ü

"pen is one of the most powerful thing on earth, it can give life or end life.."

October 2, 2009 at 11:07 PM
DETH said...

nice thoughts...
it was well written...naknang tokwa pati ako napapa-english aahahahha

October 3, 2009 at 12:07 AM
mr.nightcrawler said...

remember... jose rizal fought with a pen.. it's more powerful than you think :P

October 3, 2009 at 12:21 AM

wow saul! ^_^ tagal ko ding di nakadalaw dito ha..kayong dalawa na ulit pala...congrats! hoooray! pa burger ka naman?
anyway, magaling si gf sa larangan ng pagsusulat ^_^ i like her ideas...congrats!

October 3, 2009 at 4:28 AM
kheed said...

teka, nag over heat ang utak ko dun uh.. kelangan ko din bang mag englet? di na baka maubusan ako ng dugo.. pwede ko bang sabihin na sana pen na lang ako?

October 3, 2009 at 4:15 PM
Solo said...

Great! Well written eh. ;D Galing ng mga thoughts. ;D hehe

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October 5, 2009 at 3:26 PM
Basyon said...

Nose bleed here haha. ;D Ashtig nmn ni Michelle, galing mag-english. But i love the lesson and thoughts here. Keep on writing Mitch. ;D

Stories from a Teenage Mom
Mom on the Run
Chronicles of a Hermit

October 5, 2009 at 3:57 PM
saul krisna said...

@sis jaid
takte bakit? nose bleed ba? ako nga halos maubusan ng dugo sa kakabasa ng article niya... hahaha salamat daw sabi niya at "hi" daw...katabi ko kasi siya now...

@@ate deth
haha natawa ako dun ah... anak ng tokwa ba? salamat daw sa pag comment touch daw siya sa comment mo....katabi ko siya now eh

October 5, 2009 at 6:48 PM
saul krisna said...

@mr. night crawler
salamat daw sa pag comment sa post niya...

@ate meryl
naku ate kami na ulit at for good na daw..anyway salamat sa pag comment mo.... burger ba? hahaha next time na lang short sa buget(kuripot kasi ako) wahahahahahaha

hahaha natawa si gf sa comment mo.... overheat ba daw? beer lang katapat nyanpara lumamig agad

October 5, 2009 at 6:52 PM
saul krisna said...

wow thankis alot daw solo.... touch si gf daw sa sinabi mo

@mommy basyon
hahaha nose bleed din ikaw? hahahah anak ng jueteng parang dudugo na yata mga utak natin sa post ni gf eh.... salamat daw sa comment

October 5, 2009 at 6:53 PM
Anonymous said...

nose bleed...
tae! ang ganda kaya neto ate michelle. hehehe.. nice kuya! suportib eber! hahaha..

galing naman, makapag post nga din ng english sa blog ko. hahaha.. echos lang! :)

go ate mich! :D go go go! :) gudlak!

October 5, 2009 at 7:57 PM
Joni Rei said...

wooah! taba ng utak ni gf. nosebleed ako lol. ayos naman ah. gnda ng idea. nice :) ntpos ko hnggang huli. and bihira un mngyari lol. thumbs up for this! ^_^

October 5, 2009 at 8:38 PM
manik_reigun said...


pakitranslate? dont english me, im noseblood, k?hehe
di ako matalino, di ako palabasa, and im not like english, you know?

pero ang estilo nya ay pedeng pang nobela. magaling, malalim.
sulat lang ng sulat. ;)

October 6, 2009 at 12:57 AM
MarcoPaolo said...

mahusay siya bro.... sabihin mo keep it up! encourage mo pa... :)

October 6, 2009 at 9:57 AM
kosa said...
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Kosa said...

ayus na ayus naman ahhh.

by the way,
para kay michelle:
we need to appreciate first ourselves before the whole world accept and appreciate us.
One thing in this world that we can never eliminate are those negative things.
We can never please everybody... that is given all the time...

what matters is that we did our best and maybe next time we can do better.

dont be afraid for a rejection. we can always learn a lesson from being rejected... lessons taht we cant never learn anywhere else.

pero sa tingin ko, hindi naman ito marereject.... mare-reject lang to sa mga hindi makakaintindi.

October 6, 2009 at 11:36 AM
Summer said...

Aw! That's all i can say. Lupet eh! haha

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October 6, 2009 at 12:26 PM
TheCoolCanadian said...
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TheCoolCanadian said...


I read the article and I took the liberty to correct whatever needs correcting. There are many things need correcting and I've corrected them all. Please tell her that in writing, brevity is important. The fewer words to express an idea, the better. Also, the use of figures of speech should be appropriate so that the readers are nor confused.

"There are times, while I am sitting on benches in the Promenade, deep in thought."

1. This sentence is a dependent clause. A sentence should have a complete thought. It has to have a subject and a predicate. This opening sentence is incomplete. Also, a person can only sit on ONE BENCH, therefore, BENCHES should be singular: BENCH.

NOW, when you say: "There are times, while I am sitting on a bench in the Promenade, deep in thought..."

She has to add something to make the sentence complete. I will paste here a corrected version. In fact, I have corrected the whole piece, and whatever didn't make sense, I replaced them. I want to help her learn how to write. If she has questions on the corrections, let her email me and I'll be more than glad to help her.

The revised version:

There are times when I would sit on a bench along the promenade, my mind would wander into other places, into other worlds different from my own.

I would ask myself: “What am I doing in this School?” Non-stop questions keep bugging my mind, like a hammer pounding on a nail. Am I just one of those carefree students who treat university life as if it were nothing but one big party? Am I just like the others, paying their tuition fees every semester, then realizing later, that both time and money spent meant nothing at all? Or, am I someone who can contribute little things, piece by piece, where everyone can benefit from it afterwards?

It's not easy to find the answer. It bothers me when many students refuse to speak or act – even if they felt strongly about something. Yet, at the slightest challenge, they would suddenly hit the roof!

I know I can lend a helping hand to make changes without screaming at anyone. Even in whispers, a small voice can be powerful if it speaks the truth.

It is my pen, and every moment I let its ballpoint roll over a blank space on paper as I write my draft, it feels like lifting an object that is greater than my own weight. Writers' block can be devastating. But to let other people know what's on my mind, I will have to express it by saying it or by writing about it. This is my intention here: to let others know what I think and what I feel. My desire is not to persuade others to believe in what I write. The readers will be the judge. They may agree or disagree with me. Whatever reaction they might have after reading my piece, it would not be important. At least we are communicating. And that's the most important thing here on this planet: communication, reaching out to other human beings.

And yes, I am certainly aware that being a new, young writer, I will always be subjected to criticism and nitpicking. Others may like what I write, but some might not. It won't be easy to please everyone.

I may face some obstacles but I am aware that I can manage all things. I know that I, together with my pen, am not alone in pursuing my objectives. I know that writing is rewriting, and the more one writes, the more one gets honed. I know my writing will eventually get better.

Now, I know why I'm here in this school. I am now aware that this is where I belong. My pen will be my voice. And the students of my school will hear my little voice as it speaks the truth.

I am a pen. Let me challenge your mind.

October 6, 2009 at 1:25 PM
Jaypee David said...

kinarir ni coolcanadian ah.

October 6, 2009 at 2:14 PM
Summer said...

well, sorry for my previous post. I am not an expert on writing but I can say that we all have fair share on almost everything. Just keep on writing and reading. You'll get by and improve. Nobody started expert anyway :)


October 6, 2009 at 2:22 PM
saul krisna said...

@sis kox
naku mag popost ka ng english? ma abangan nga yun... salamat daw sis sabi ni gf... katabi ko siya now kasi walang pasok este tinatamad lang pala siyang mag linis ng putik sa room nila...

salamat daw ulit sa comment mo

@sis joni
hahaha natawa at muntik na siyang malaglag saupuan sa comment mo... di daw mataba utak niya.... at for your info walang mataba sa katawan niya... yatot kasi yun...

pang nobela? naku pinatataba mo naman ang puso niya baka sumabog yun... hahaha touche daw siya.... try daw niyang mag update ng blog niya....

October 7, 2009 at 9:09 AM
saul krisna said...

@bro marco
salamat sa comment mo... oo i-encourage ko pa... kulit kasi eh.... ayaw maniwala na okay naman yung sinulat niya...

@parekoy kosa
naku ako yata na nose bleed sa sinabi mo... hahahaha ENGLISH talaga..... salamat daw at huwag kang mag alala kai babatukan ko ito pag naging negative ulit.... salamat sa honest opinion mo parekoy....

October 7, 2009 at 9:12 AM
saul krisna said...

hahaha lufet ba ng post niya?

@cool canadian

ehem ehem... heto na ang the best na nag comment... naks naman may effort ka pang mag correct... binasa ni gf lahat ng payo mo... natuwa siya at tinanggap yun ng positively....

first timer ka sa blog ko kaya utang muna yung gift... hehehehe

grabe panu mo nalaman yung blog at post ni gf? saan ka nanggaling na pahina? hehehehehe

bro thanks talaga huh....

October 7, 2009 at 9:15 AM
saul krisna said...

@ parekoy jaypee david
oha full name pa sinulat ko... oo nga eh... kinarir ni cool canadian... first timer ka din sa blog ko di ba? next time na lang yung gift ... utang muna... pulubi ako now eh... hahahahaha

hahahaha nagustuhan ko yung sinabi mong "Nobody started expert anyway :)

nice yun ah... may tama ka dun bro

October 7, 2009 at 9:18 AM

tissue pls. dinudugo ako.

Magaling! Magaling! :) Pen is a great analogy. I thank you.

October 7, 2009 at 2:41 PM
saul krisna said...

musta na? mukhang okay ka na ah... good for you bro... teka tissue? hahaha baka kailangan mo na ng blood transfusion... hahahahaha salamat daw sa pag comment bro sabi ni gf

October 7, 2009 at 5:01 PM
iya_khin said...

(nose bleeding...)punas..punas...

gosh, i was driven deeply by the content of each context...duh..punas..punas parin...

and i agree...it all started from a simple pen and pen makes wonders!

SALUTE to you for being so supportive!...

October 10, 2009 at 9:25 PM

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