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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Solitary Place



When this place becomes so gloomy, I wonder what happened. People are no longer the same. They become too busy meeting the deadlines, making paper works, doing tasks.  It’s no longer the same. Nothing left but only traces of what it has been before. Silence becomes so ordinary. Others become too self-centered.

This place I once called my second home slowly changes. The atmosphere is no longer the same just like before. I remembered how we work before full of laughter and cheers. When some meetings become a time for chit-chat. When we talk about random things without even noticing what time it is. When we just share each other's story without thinking that we still have exams for the next day. It loses its sense of glee and somehow, I dearly miss what this place was before. 

I remember before that when I open the door in the morning, what I would usually see are smiling faces of the people. But now, a frowning face is what would usually welcome me. I am trying to understand that people are not really the same. Perhaps, this is one of the changes I myself needed to face for me to be a better individual. Maybe God has plans why He allows things to happen, I sighed. 

I guess it’s not only me who noticed this change. Perhaps, they too observed it. But they dared to just keep it within their selves. I feel sad; I just miss them so much! :(


Monday, June 25, 2012

June 25th




Today, the sun refused to shine, it’s gloomy. Perhaps, the weather sympathizes what I truly feels today. Never did I think that things would turn out as what it is now. It’s beyond, it’s hurting and somehow I feel deep down inside that I am slowly sinking with this feeling.

It has just been 3 days since the last time we talked.  It was late afternoon then, he waited for me at the gate. Our eyes met and I feel that something within me is hurting. We walked until we reach the place where we intended to sit and talk. People are passing in our way. I feel like I’m floating at that time, feeling so lost that I don’t even noticed that we were walking together. Then, he started to talk and talk about what happened and started to say sorry over and over of what he did. I’ve tried explaining everything to him. Yet, he still insists that I should give him another chance.

After that, I thought that he would stop me. That he would no longer send me random text messages of how he feels with our break-up. That he would just let me move on. That he would no longer let me feel that my decision of leaving him is wrong.

It’s hard to be in this situation when what I truly feel that it’s enough yet, he still doesn’t want to give up. I feel so sad, hopeless and perhaps feeling so uncertain.  He always wanted me to be there for him when in fact how many times he took me for granted. He’s just so selfish, self-centered, and insensitive.


This time what I needed is time for myself. This is my first heartbreak and somehow, I now understand what others would tell me how it hurt to experience it for the first time. Behind all these, when broken hearts would be healed, I would be okay. He too would be okay, I sighed.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Soon-to-be-trip :)



It's a bright sunny Tuesday! I thought this day would be one of the boring-major-class I would experience. But this time, it was a day which turned out to be so exciting.

Yeheey! We just met one of our major subject teachers in our subject for Community Newspaper. He is Sir Ely Dejaresco, the current Editor-In-Chief of The Negros Chronicle, a local newspaper of Negros Oriental. Well, he really looks like a very busy person who has so many appointments such as meetings with eligible people in the society.

And, what makes me more excited was when he said we will have a trip at the “Island Paradise of Southern Philippines- Bohol Island” Hahahahah! How happy we are upon knowing about this trip that hopefully, a big hopefully, this out of town will push through :) 

I have never been to Bohol that's why I am so excited and as if I am awakened when I hear my teacher saying about it. Hahahahah! Chos :D

Here are some pics I've found at the internet which I really really hope we could visit in our soon-to-be-trip :)










Chocolate Hills with love :)






  Panglao Beach Resort :)












the famous Loboc River :D







I would love to see the smallest monkey in the world--- bright bulging eyes of the TARSIER ^^


I really hope that this trip would push through. :)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream


I just read this story and somehow it inspires me and so, I posted it here. Enjoy reading :)


This is a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’

“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’

“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’

“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.” Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”


“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow 
your heart, no matter what.”

in the rain










I like it in the rain no one can see I'm crying,

All the pain is hidden while I'm slowly dying,

The streaks on my face I can blame on the rain,

Hiding the lies and masking the pain,

The fear in my eyes is the only trace,

As the rain clears away every tear from my face,
The water slowly drips down from my hair,
In the rain no one need know that I'm even there,
Soaked to the skin every single part of me,
I love being in the rain as I'm finally free...

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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Solitary Place

Posted by Conney Mercado Murro at 3:27 AM 4 comments


When this place becomes so gloomy, I wonder what happened. People are no longer the same. They become too busy meeting the deadlines, making paper works, doing tasks.  It’s no longer the same. Nothing left but only traces of what it has been before. Silence becomes so ordinary. Others become too self-centered.

This place I once called my second home slowly changes. The atmosphere is no longer the same just like before. I remembered how we work before full of laughter and cheers. When some meetings become a time for chit-chat. When we talk about random things without even noticing what time it is. When we just share each other's story without thinking that we still have exams for the next day. It loses its sense of glee and somehow, I dearly miss what this place was before. 

I remember before that when I open the door in the morning, what I would usually see are smiling faces of the people. But now, a frowning face is what would usually welcome me. I am trying to understand that people are not really the same. Perhaps, this is one of the changes I myself needed to face for me to be a better individual. Maybe God has plans why He allows things to happen, I sighed. 

I guess it’s not only me who noticed this change. Perhaps, they too observed it. But they dared to just keep it within their selves. I feel sad; I just miss them so much! :(


Monday, June 25, 2012

June 25th

Posted by Conney Mercado Murro at 4:53 PM 4 comments



Today, the sun refused to shine, it’s gloomy. Perhaps, the weather sympathizes what I truly feels today. Never did I think that things would turn out as what it is now. It’s beyond, it’s hurting and somehow I feel deep down inside that I am slowly sinking with this feeling.

It has just been 3 days since the last time we talked.  It was late afternoon then, he waited for me at the gate. Our eyes met and I feel that something within me is hurting. We walked until we reach the place where we intended to sit and talk. People are passing in our way. I feel like I’m floating at that time, feeling so lost that I don’t even noticed that we were walking together. Then, he started to talk and talk about what happened and started to say sorry over and over of what he did. I’ve tried explaining everything to him. Yet, he still insists that I should give him another chance.

After that, I thought that he would stop me. That he would no longer send me random text messages of how he feels with our break-up. That he would just let me move on. That he would no longer let me feel that my decision of leaving him is wrong.

It’s hard to be in this situation when what I truly feel that it’s enough yet, he still doesn’t want to give up. I feel so sad, hopeless and perhaps feeling so uncertain.  He always wanted me to be there for him when in fact how many times he took me for granted. He’s just so selfish, self-centered, and insensitive.


This time what I needed is time for myself. This is my first heartbreak and somehow, I now understand what others would tell me how it hurt to experience it for the first time. Behind all these, when broken hearts would be healed, I would be okay. He too would be okay, I sighed.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Soon-to-be-trip :)

Posted by Conney Mercado Murro at 10:52 PM 0 comments


It's a bright sunny Tuesday! I thought this day would be one of the boring-major-class I would experience. But this time, it was a day which turned out to be so exciting.

Yeheey! We just met one of our major subject teachers in our subject for Community Newspaper. He is Sir Ely Dejaresco, the current Editor-In-Chief of The Negros Chronicle, a local newspaper of Negros Oriental. Well, he really looks like a very busy person who has so many appointments such as meetings with eligible people in the society.

And, what makes me more excited was when he said we will have a trip at the “Island Paradise of Southern Philippines- Bohol Island” Hahahahah! How happy we are upon knowing about this trip that hopefully, a big hopefully, this out of town will push through :) 

I have never been to Bohol that's why I am so excited and as if I am awakened when I hear my teacher saying about it. Hahahahah! Chos :D

Here are some pics I've found at the internet which I really really hope we could visit in our soon-to-be-trip :)










Chocolate Hills with love :)






  Panglao Beach Resort :)












the famous Loboc River :D







I would love to see the smallest monkey in the world--- bright bulging eyes of the TARSIER ^^


I really hope that this trip would push through. :)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream

Posted by Conney Mercado Murro at 12:44 AM 0 comments

I just read this story and somehow it inspires me and so, I posted it here. Enjoy reading :)


This is a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’

“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’

“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’

“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.” Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”


“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow 
your heart, no matter what.”

in the rain

Posted by Conney Mercado Murro at 12:09 AM 0 comments









I like it in the rain no one can see I'm crying,

All the pain is hidden while I'm slowly dying,

The streaks on my face I can blame on the rain,

Hiding the lies and masking the pain,

The fear in my eyes is the only trace,

As the rain clears away every tear from my face,
The water slowly drips down from my hair,
In the rain no one need know that I'm even there,
Soaked to the skin every single part of me,
I love being in the rain as I'm finally free...
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