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Welcome to my blog! My name is Psylocke Gaffud Antonio. I am 23 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, 20 hours, 7 minutes, 28 seconds old (whew!) and I have a great mom, a cool dad, and a cute sister. I learned HTML & JavaScript when I was 7 years old and have been coding stuff ever since. I'm now building my PHP skills by helping develop MAJ, the software that powers this blog.

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Familian Works
Saturday, Dec 11, 2004, 12:29 AM
My other poems that made it to the Volume XV, Issue 1, June - September 2004 issue of the Familian:

SCHOOL
by Psylocke Antonio

Every morning
I wake up early
Why am I suffering?
Why treat school so dearly?

I am in school now
How will I survive?
Nobody knows how
How do I stay alive?

Today we have a test
I reviewed the whole day yesterday
When do I find rest?
I am busy night and day.

Till I got my report card
I got high scores!
I really studied hard
I ran home like a horse.

My parents are very glad
Of course I'm happy too
School at all is not bad
And it makes me feel like new.

Now I love to go to school
And I always study my lessons
School is cool!
For so many reasons.


COLORS
by Psylocke Antonio

Red
Gets worries out of your head
Orange
Is indeed very strange
Yellow
Is a jolly good fellow
Green
Takes away all that are mean
Blue
Is always there for you
Indigo
Makes you ready to go
Violet
Is the best friend I ever met
Pink
Helps your heart not to sink
Brown
Never ties you down
Black
Will never turn its back
White
Will guide you with its light

And those that did not. I'm posting these here for record purposes:

IF YOU WERE GONE
by Psylocke Antonio

If you were gone
What would I do?
My tasks couldn't easily be done
When I'm not with you.
If you were gone
I truly believe
That all the things under the sun
Wouldn't be able to live.
If you were gone
I wouldn't be able to do anything
I cannot even possibly run
And I would cease to be a living thing.
So I will tightly hold your hand
And never let you go
If you ask for permission to leave our land
I will surely say no.


OUR DIGNITY
by Psylocke Antonio

Dignity of a human person --
This is important
And I have a reason
It is because nothing can top that
We all have our dignity
So let us respect each other
We shall greet each other happily
And do not think a simple greeting’s a bother
My message for you is:
We must give due respect to others
And do right things so we can please
The least of our sisters and brothers
For we all have our dignity
That includes you and me.

When I got my diskette back, I found out that they edited the poem Laborer even if they did not include it in the issue:

LABORER
by Psylocke Antonio

Being a laborer
Is not any easier
Than any other task
It is like a mask
For it shows who you are
If your dreams are far
Or if you’re contented
Or maybe always reprimanded.

You may look hot
Even if you are not
It depends on your job
You may make our hearts throb
Even if your words are always fake
And dear actor, teardrops you make
Or a smile on our face
Or our heart like running in a race.

You may look convincing
Whenever you are working
But please salesman
Stop selling everything to any human
Well, I cannot blame you
I see your point too
You desperately need money
To support your hungry family.

Fisherman, nice catch
You are a perfect match
With the fishes in the deep, blue sea
Trying to not be caught by thee
So the fishes are always new
And fresh because of you
Smelly fish in the market
That’s money in your pocket.

In our work, we should do our best
And be always better than the rest
Whether you like your work or not
You cannot anymore say ‘but’
For being a laborer is not tiring
If you are really enjoying
Work is extremely fun
So to school, we run!

This was what I submitted:

LABORER
by Psylocke Antonio

Being a laborer
Is not any easier
Than any other task
For it is like a mask
For it shows who you are
If your dreams are far
If you are contented
Or maybe always reprimanded.

You may look hot
Even if you are not
It depends on your job
You may make our hearts throb
Even if your words are always fake
And dear actor, teardrops you make
Or a smile on our face
Or our heart like running in a race.

You may look convincing
Whenever you are working
But please salesman
Stop selling everything to any human
Well, I cannot blame you
I see your point too
You desperately need money
To support your hungry family.

Fisherman, nice catch
You are a perfect match
With the fishes in the deep, blue sea
Trying not to be caught by thee
So the fishes are always new
And fresh because of you
Smelly fish in the market
That’s money in your pocket.

In our work, we should do our best
And be always better than the rest
Whether you like your work or not
You cannot anymore say ‘but’
For being a laborer is not tiring
If you are really enjoying
Work is extremely fun
So to school, we run!
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