it is all about me

All About myself

At 12:05 pm in the 20th day of Febuary in the year of the Lord-1991, in the town of Maracas Lahug, Cebu City born this handsome & lovable boy named Carlo B. Carmen the 3rd child of Mr. & Mrs. Anselma & Cornelio Carmen.I am now 17 yrs. of age,presently residing in Tikyan Road, Upper Sampaguita, Banilad Mandaue City. I finished my elementary years in Cabancalan I elementary School & my high school years in Cabancalan National High School. I am now a 1st yr. college student of Center for Industrial Technology & Enterprise (CITE) taking up Mechanical Technology. Amidst of the many problems that have come my way, I still remain strong. Like a stone that never defeat no matter how many times you stepped on it.It may crack 7 lose its beauty but still the dignity remains. I was born & motivate in this world holding my characters, special skills & my ability that makes my life beautiful & challenging. I am a person who carries a value of patience, hospitality & understanding. I know how to act little in front of anybody in speaking of jokes & I have a sense of humor. Unfortunately , inspite of all that values, the other side of me is a loner person & its happen to be that way. I know how to operate lathe machine, loves to play basketball, badminton, tennis & a little bit of chess. I'm good when it deals with music because i was blessed to have a good voice for me to sing. honestly speaking, I dont know how to swim,in terms of bicycle, I dont know how to ride in the road. I used to bring my pen everywhere I am in the corner of this world because I believe that this pen will lead me to mysucceed, to go on & strive hard to reach my goals. My knack is to draw & to sketch houses. I believe that this will bring me to my bright future. I see myself ten years from now that I am a successful Architect, a setted man living with my own family.
I am hopeful that one of these days, I will be able to finish my desired course with the help of our Almigthy God and as well as th support & motivation of my family, friends, more than friends.

Famous Writers and Poets

When you read a classic, you can't help feeling overwhelmed by the author's depth of thought. Legends such as Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Rudyard Kipling continue to dominate the world of literature. Remarkably, many celebrated writers and poets of previous centuries did not have strong educational backgrounds! Yet, they left their distinct mark on English literature and language. Mark Twain, Samuel Johnson, and Christopher Marlowe contributed a great deal to the English language. Marvel at the power that great authors wield over words

Funny People
Laughter is serious business. Getting a room full of people to burst into peals of laughter is not everybody's cup of tea. Yet, great comedians like Rodney Dangerfield, Groucho Marx, Dane Cook, and others manage to leave their audience in splits every time they crack a joke. But you don't have to be a famous stand-up comedian to make light conversation. Whether you are in a mood for a good laugh, or you want to be the center of attention at your office party, quotes from funny people can be handy.

Political Leaders
You may think that political leaders are power-hungry bad hats who never fulfill their promises. But the truth is that without revolutionary political leaders, social and economic progress would be unimaginable. Political leaders have an aura that compels the masses to follow them. They also envision a glorious future for the common good. Martin Luther King Jr. dreamt of a society devoid of racial prejudice. Winston Churchill led his country through the World War. Gandhi's philosophy of non-violence saw India through her freedom struggle. Thus, a leader aspires for his nation and guides people to realize their dreams.

religious things

God Speaks to Each of Us


God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he's formed us then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:

Driven by your senses, dare
To the edge of longing. Grow
Like a fire's shadowcasting glare
Behind assembled things, so you can spread
Their shapes on me as clothes.
Don't leave me bare.

Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread.
Simply go no feeling is too much
And only this way can we stay in touch.

Near here is the land
That they call Life.
You'll know when you arrive
By how real it is.

Give me your hand.

I'm anime lOvEr

When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.

"We do oridnary things,Extra ordinarily well"

The Guy You Work With

What you want more than anything
is to grab the zebra in your jaws.
Forget the job. Forget teamwork.
Roll the nature film,
You''ve seen your neighbor
in his flashy car.
You've heard the whispers
of bonuses for others
delivered behind locked doors
like secret Mason handshakes.
You just need five minutes or so
of stalking in the dry Savannah grass.
And then one good sniff of your prey
nibbling weeds by a small lagoon.
What better than a slow creep
up behind that unknowing striped back
as deliberate as sharpening a pencil.
And then the pounce,
the real law of the jungle,
you with your fangs around its rump,
it braying in agonizing terror.
What you want from life
is to trot back to your den in triumph,
zebra intestine flapping in your jaw
like spaghetti.
So they don't pay you as much as the next guy.
You're at the point now
that if they paid you in zebras
that would be enough.




Always for the first time

Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
It is there that from one second to the next
In the inviolate darkness
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occuring
The one and only rift
In the facade and in my heart
The closer I come to you
In reality
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room
Where you appear alone before me
At first you coalesce entierly with the brightness
The elusive angle of a curtain
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare
Before them a T-square of dazzling light
The curtain invisibly raised
In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in
It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep
You as though you could be
The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you
You pretend not to know I am watching you
Marvelously I am no longer sure you know
You idleness brings tears to my eyes
A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures
It's a honeydew hunt
There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest
There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette
Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings
Flaring out in the center of a great white clover
There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy
There is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absense in hopeless fusion
My finding the secret
Of loving you
Always for the first time



When You Are Old


When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his his face amid a crowd of stars.