haizt...ngaun nalang ulit aku nakapagbukas ng blog...
dami nman kz ginagawa...wala pa ku maicip na ibsng ilalalgay sau..!!!
i want to creat a story of mine..!!!

Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit.

Rest if you must, But don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns, 

As every one of us sometimes learn,

And many a person turns about,

When they might have won, had they stuck it out.

Don't give up though the pace seems slow.

You may succeed with another blow.

Often strugglers have given up

When you might have captured the victor's cup,

And you learned too late when the night came down,

How close you was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out,

The silver tint of the cloud of doubt.

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,

It's when things seem worst that you

Mustn't Quit!

Life is a Journey

Life is a journey through many terrain

From gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain

From an ocean of love to a jungle of hate

From Mountains of glory to canyons of fate.

There's a highway for joy and a highway for sorrow

A Road for today and a road for tomorrow.

So choose your path wisely and walk with care

If you follow your heart, you'll find your way there.

I've been to the garden and planted seeds there.

I've been to the desert and felt the despair.

I've swam in the ocean and drank of it's wine

I climbed up the mountain to touch the sky.

I went to the canyon and started to cry

I've traveled both highways, both today And tomorrow.

I've basked in the joy And wallowed in sorrow.

My Path has been chosen and I've walked it with care.

I followed My heart and I'm on my way there

So I'll just keep walking till I find what I'm after.

To Mountains and oceans and Gardens of laughter.

Anytime you need a Friend

Friends

The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another.  Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.  

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.  The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.