<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643572660954920456</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:02:09.063-08:00</updated><category term='poem of life'/><category term='poem for school work'/><title type='text'>my life... my story...all about me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643572660954920456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miracle_saver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386920252985040261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDhrTXdLK9U/ScOgDdR2AXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iwtkAdBhMJI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643572660954920456.post-6320729529601269449</id><published>2009-03-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:06.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem of life'/><title type='text'>Game Master</title><content type='html'>GAME MASTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cEciLLe aPsaY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is like a game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am the game master”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back year 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt and was broken down into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I picked every piece of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I have decided to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gm that’s what they call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game master???!!! Sounds interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That resembled my new identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with others,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t stop myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to play it over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game is on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new contender came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And entered in my battle field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i look at him keenly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing with him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he’s also a gm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me felt uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the role of a gm in my own game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew would be difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to continue the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something that needs to be change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contender falls in love with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And decided to quit as game master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became serious and determined,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That convinced me to stop the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with another gm seems so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m willing to adjust because of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game I used to know which is “love”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has come in real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking with the risk with him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so frightening,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I’ll be if he would leave me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its time for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is not blind… it sees more not less,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because it sees more it’s willing to see less”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote that i learned from Jordan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that’s what I lived”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iDhrTXdLK9U/ScOgDdR2AXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iwtkAdBhMJI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643572660954920456.post-7832498698389861912</id><published>2009-03-26T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:25:24.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile of True Reflection</title><content type='html'>The last time I played and I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m in a place of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remember while the battle is on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a man who puts a strike on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be stranger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years younger than me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the day I saw him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gave me the sweetest smile he has,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help myself but to give a smile in back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game I had the last time I played was over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the young man I met on a gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and wish that I’ll meet him soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with his arms and stay with him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hear what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And met him on another gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time he was drunk and caught him staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but I also finds myself staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gig was over and time to go home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sneak Sir’s eyes and together we stay until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a place where the four of us finds comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To chat and enjoy each others side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day we found ourselves falling for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courtship happened in a short period of time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet no single regrets reign in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being his girl seems hard at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to hide the relationship we had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sir and his friends in dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take no fear, we should be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we know we enjoy each other’s side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as days are running so fast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got used and understand everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his part I should understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke his promise to his friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke-up with his girl from the outside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even broke bottles of liquors and be against with Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for him to protect and be with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be as young as seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he acts like a man of every girls’ dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my doubts are all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m pretty sure for the love he offers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take this for sure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose you my dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you truly and not to be my toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my heart I offer you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a lot of care and keep it safe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And promise me you’ll have it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep your heart in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make you like treasures and cherish you forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I love you and that would be forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643572660954920456-7832498698389861912?l=cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/feeds/7832498698389861912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-of-true-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643572660954920456/posts/default/7832498698389861912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643572660954920456/posts/default/7832498698389861912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-of-true-reflection.html' title='A Smile of True Reflection'/><author><name>miracle_saver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09386920252985040261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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ginto.&lt;br /&gt;Sa buti ng loob at kabaitan mo,&lt;br /&gt;Puso ko’y natutunaw ng dahil sa’yo.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayo’y handing magbago alang sa’yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangako Yot ko, ako’y titino,&lt;br /&gt;Sa iyo buong puso ko,&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang ito’y pahalagahan mo,&lt;br /&gt;Nang di maagaw mula sa’yo,&lt;br /&gt;Alay ko sa iyo pagmamahal ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643572660954920456-6980557512022902466?l=cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/feeds/6980557512022902466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/2009/03/paglalaro-pagbabago-ni-cecille-apsay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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jud!ehehe..</title><content type='html'>What I hear, I forget&lt;br /&gt;What I see, I remembered&lt;br /&gt;What I do, I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m on the mood, I learned more. &lt;br /&gt;When I’m so sad, I don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;If I’m disturbed, I learned no more&lt;br /&gt;emotions of mine is in need in learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is an active process&lt;br /&gt;You and I interact&lt;br /&gt;You and I learn with the moods&lt;br /&gt;Is now holding till we reach the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hear, I forget&lt;br /&gt;What I see, I remembered&lt;br /&gt;What I do, I understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643572660954920456-160659090075092052?l=cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cecillelimapsay.blogspot.com/feeds/160659090075092052/comments/default' 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