Hahaha... after calling me bitch, the culprit who is fond of playing innocent is flying to Manila today.. hope he'll never come back.. the better. He even texted my sister. Girls should be careful of counter playing daw. Really?
I really wanna kill the crap!!! Thick faced crap!!! Damn him for acting like I was the total villain of his ever dreamed love story.Why not just let my serene world be ever tranquil? Why always crumple my world? I am so much better off without him.. he must have known that and I don't have plans to go back to his dungeon. Never again.
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Maybe he still doesn't know how he has been saving me all this time. I really do need a friend (for those whom I call ones were now gone and deserted me. That was life. Do I really have to be called a bitch, be humiliated and insulted before I get the idea that they are not worthy to be my con of friends.
Thanks to Jovanne- a friend through text and turned to a friend at heart. I have trusted him my blogger password even if we are still not that close? Oh, well, I don't even know why I have trusted him that much at first, I don't care. He even did critic my blog. I hope and bet that he's telling the whole truth.
He even was the first one to read my novel "DOTA vs GIRLFRIEND". Haha. If he was not lying that time, he said that it was lengthy but nice. See?, a nice friend indeed.
Thank you so much Jovanne (Ban2x) for being there for me when I needed someone badly. I really do appreciate your presence. You are one great friend Ban.
If you'll be reading this, your reply must be typed in the comment box below this post, OK? hehehe I'm really sure about that. Another favor; please make me a face book account. I forgot mine. hehe... I'm just too old to remember passwords. God speed Ban! God will bless friends like you. Miss you on this very moment. =)
Days before Dec.12, Ate Nadine, our Associate Editor, planned for Kuya Junrell's birthday celebration.
The plan is to make Kuya to over night in the TN office in the 11th of Dec. and we, the staffers, will stay in the CED Lounge until 11:50 to serenade Kuya when it's already Dec. 12, 2009.
We all tiptoed our way to the office. I brought the pancit for Kuya, they lighted the candles of his birthday cake, and together, with Kuya Marvin playing the guitar, we serenaded Kuya Junrell whom that time was already sleeping.
Kuya was evidently happy and shocked that time. He blew the candles of his cake and I was surprised that they all sang happy birthday for me too. Someone brought in a cake, and that cake was for me!
I was also shocked. I blew the (i don't know what's with that candle na dili man jud siya mapalong dayon. Dayon mosiga napud siya usob. Hahaha) candles.
I am happy. I'm seventeen!
The plan is to make Kuya to over night in the TN office in the 11th of Dec. and we, the staffers, will stay in the CED Lounge until 11:50 to serenade Kuya when it's already Dec. 12, 2009.
We all tiptoed our way to the office. I brought the pancit for Kuya, they lighted the candles of his birthday cake, and together, with Kuya Marvin playing the guitar, we serenaded Kuya Junrell whom that time was already sleeping.
Kuya was evidently happy and shocked that time. He blew the candles of his cake and I was surprised that they all sang happy birthday for me too. Someone brought in a cake, and that cake was for me!
I was also shocked. I blew the (i don't know what's with that candle na dili man jud siya mapalong dayon. Dayon mosiga napud siya usob. Hahaha) candles.
I am happy. I'm seventeen!
DOTA vs. Girlfriend
(Based on a true story)
By Catherine Quiao Dicen
I lie awake, looking at the ceiling, trying to recall the things that happened more than a year ago. Though hurt, I think I already have the strength to unlock the pain I hid at the bottom of my heart way back when.
Just when I thought I already moved on- it was then I realized that I’m a slave of the past. It’s so hard to get over- him.
High school is the best part of my student life (as far as I’m concerned… but my doors are not closed from the idea of calling COLLEGE the best part of student life… if it would be worth the call then why not?) Schoolmates, friends, best friends and classmates are just around the corner. Teachers are fun to be with and are most approachable.
I had a boyfriend then. I was still in third year high school that time. Young, energetic, unmistakably chubby, good at everything except Math (math is my Achilles’ heel). Because of the lost of communication between the two of us (and he really didn’t find ways to contact or see me) I joined a texting Clan.
It was my first experience to join such group which I don’t even know what is going to happen next. My classmate’s boyfriend, who was Allen, FORBIDDEN ELEMENT’S rhythm guitarist (it’s my band, I was the vocalist) gave me the clan’s profile. Out of frustration maybe, I sent the profile to the number below the clan’s name, who happened to be the founder. Minutes later, I was accepted.
After the founder has sent the confirmation message to everybody who stated this way “Please do welcome our new member Silver Magnum 09269754321”, messages have been flooding my phone. Most of the first who welcomed me were girls thinking that I was a boy because of my code name. They asked me for my NASL or name, age, sex, location. I replied this way, “Aya, 16, f, dgte.” I thought the girls were dismayed but instead, they texted or made a GM or group message stating that Silver magnum is a girl.
That was the start of it all. Guys came texting and welcomed me interestedly. It almost ruined my phone that every time I leave it and then get it to text, 30 messages flag the screen.
It was really enjoying that even at summer I just stayed at home texting not my friends but my clanmates. Then an unknown number flashed on my inbox. I read it and he said that he was interested about how guy members of the clan are so interested to me.
I was comfortable with guys actually. First because my best friends mostly are boys, I have a band and I’m the only girl member, my cousins of my age are boys, and one great factor- I don’t have a brother.
I told him that I don’t know, maybe it’s because I can jive with them and I know how to befriend them… it’s not new anymore. Then we became friends. I remember how we watch and talk about Kim Chiu and Gerald Anderson while they were still in Big Brother’s house. I told him that they would be the next big thing in show business. He replied, “And we would also be the same way…in our clan.” I know he was just joking then I rode with his joke and it started our friendship-with-trust stage. I called him “love team” and he too was calling me that.
“I am playing basketball, text you later”, was my message for him.
While in the game, I accidentally tripped on a stone at the basketball court. And that was that. End of my basketball career. My cousins brought me home. They all laughed at me when I told them that I still would like to play. They told me to rest and that they would win the game versus our neighbors for me. I was happy for the dedication.
I remembered that I texted him- love team. I got my phone inside my pouch and was, well, not really surprised to see 30 messages again. I read them all and replied just a few.
I read love team’s message, “Are you really sure that you play basketball?”
I replied, “Just finished playing, and it was the end, I sprained my ankle.”
I wondered why it took him so long to reply. Because of boredom, I fell asleep and was not aware of the time. Hunger woke me up.
“Oh, my! It’s already 2 pm! I just took my breakfast at 6 am.”
I rushed to the kitchen and ate to my heart’s content. My phone beeped. I read the message.
“’Just played basketball too. Sorry for the late reply, I played DOTA.”
“It’s OK. Boys are boys.”
“Are you sure that you played basketball?”
“Of course, you want proof. But if you really want it, please not now. I sprained my ankle remember?”
“I remember. I’m just wondering. You talk like a guy and act like a guy really. Don’t tell me you’re a lesbian?”
“Ha-ha, say what you want to say. But unfortunately, I have a boyfriend. To where the hell he is now, I don’t know. But all I know is that I have one and all are just too informal between the both of us, OK?”
“Sorry to have accused you. But that’s nice of you. You can really mix with us.”
“That’s one special talent, really. Guys are real beasts. It’s so hard to tame them when they are not approachable. The best way to capture their hearts is not through their stomach, but to act and be like them.”
That was based from my previous experiences- with friends, classmates, cousins and admirers. Did I really say that?
“I like the way you think. The ‘best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ is an old passé. I don’t believe in that really. Men are good cooks. But it is also a plus factor for a man to have a wife who knows how to cook.”
I don’t know if he was talking to himself or if he’s about to tell something but it was all cut out.
“I’ll text you later. I got to play DOTA. Hope you understand.”
“Yup, I will…(try to)” I replied as fast as I could so that he could still read my message. Boys who are thinking about games will really be thinking about it and will forget things prior to it.
It really is so boring to wait for someone to text you when his mind is still flying somewhere. What do I have to do? I thought for a moment then my phone beeped again.
“Sweet, I miss you so much.”, from my long lost boyfriend whatsoever.
“Oh, so you’re still alive?” I replied sarcastically. Actually, I lost my appetite to text all of a sudden.
“Is that what you are going to tell your boyfriend? Don’t you miss me?”
“Ah, really. Why would I? Do I have the reason to. Tell that to the marines! Get lost!” I replied out of anger.
He did not reply. Well the better. What would I squeeze out of that devil? I was about to turn off my phone when I read a message from love team.
“Why do I feel that you are mad?
“Is it that obvious? My god damned boyfriend texted me awhile ago like nothing really matters.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him to get lost.”
I really meant it. For him to get lost, forever, is I guess the greatest consolation I’ll have after all he’s done to me.
The week just passed like any other day. The band planned to join a ‘battle of the bands’ next week. Practice has been tough. My body is not like the way it was before when it comes to music. This jamming is draining all my energy.
“I heard that you will join the battle of the bands.”, texted my STUPID boyfriend.
“And so?” another sarcasm.
“I’ll be there to support you.”
“Oh great, really now? I don’t just ride into someone’s promise and swear it to your life that you’ll be doing that for sure, or else you’ll regret the day you let those words came out from your mouth.” I warned him. Promises are what I hate the most. Especially if it’s broken. Grrrr.
“I’ll surely be there. I won’t miss it for the world.”
“Or else you’ll lose your life!” He’s becoming very unbearable unlike before.
How did the days pass? That I don’t know. Forbidden Element is already in the room with our co-hopefuls. We have prepared for this day for a very long time and loosing is not in our vocabulary.
I texted the crap. He said that he was stuck in traffic and that coming right in time is merely impossible. I should have known better. Another excuse. Why not tell it directly that he can’t come? I really would like to tangle his neck. I hate him!
“Love team? Why did you not tell me that you are joining this battle of the bands thing? I’ll be there.”, his message after I narrated to him that my stupid boyfriend left me on dead air.
“Forbidden Element, you’re next.” , said the usherette while she looked at us one by one.
It almost knocked me off my chair as I heard her soft voice. We all headed to the stage as the band before us sings their piece. My hands are cold and trembling and I know that time that I have a fever. That’s no joke. Plus I have colds. How will I do this?
My band mates are all worried about me. But I told them that we have been working hard for this night, for this very moment of performing in the stage and not a mere fever could stop that.
It was then our turn. We set off the stage and was ready to perform. The audience were yelling as we started our song. I don’t know if they’ll understand why it was like that- I don’t feel well.
After we were done, I automatically got down and was barred by my classmates. They know very well that I was sick. I just smiled to them and headed to the waiting room when someone grabbed my hand.
“Hey! What is this for?” I shouted with joy as I recognized the face. Andrew! Love team.
“I know you were sick. Why did you still perform?” He asked and concern was evident in his eyes.
“I have to give justice to the labor we’ve been through Drew. Our practice sessions were no joke. And I have to do this for myself. But, thanks for coming. I thought you will not make it here.” I told him as he still hold my hand.
“I told you I’ll come, didn’t I?”, his face puzzled because of my statement.
“It’s just I’m used of people breaking their promises.” I looked at him intently.
“You look so beautiful tonight, love team. The most beautiful vocalist I’ve ever seen”, he smiled and showed his dimples. He just diverted the topic.
I laughed. “You’re the most handsome liar on Earth , Drew.”
He giggled then a line of sternness crossed his face. “Why do you have to be that very patient with your boyfriend? I guess he is abusing you and your goodness.”
I looked at him, confused. “I’m just waiting for my anger to outburst. Really, I’m loosing my nerve with this man. I don’t know if he even does care about me or what. Maybe he is too secure that he has this girlfriend he could run to when he is in need.”
“You certainly don’t deserve that!” He was angry but not with me.
“He’ll have his karma in no time.” I said smiling. “I’m just waiting for someone to save me from him.” I turned my back to Drew and started walking towards the waiting room.
We didn’t win but we were still happy that we got the chance to perform in front of a crowd.
I was lying religiously on my bed when my cell phone bleeped. Hoping that it was Drew, I got it at the table.
“I am so sorry for not making it there at the battle of the bands. But you know that I am the most proud boyfriend in the world.”
Really? I want to laugh. Of course, he really is proud. I’m just his decoration for what it’s worth. I didn’t reply.
My phone bleeped again. I read the message from Drew.
“For so long, I thought that you really loved your boyfriend, not ‘till last night.”
I was really puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”
“You need me.”
“Really? How sure are you?”
“I’ll save you from your boyfriend.”
“Really? You’ll save me? And what will you do?”
“You have to break up with him.”
“Why should I?”
“Are all the things he has done to you still not enough?”
“I’m just confused why you have to say that I need you.”
It took centuries before he replied. “I love you Ayanna.”
I was shocked. I told him that we have to meet up. He was I guess very early at the fast food restaurant because I saw that he was really bored looking outside the window.
“Boring, isn’t it?” I told him and he turned to look at me.
“Why do you have to do this?” he asked as if pain was in his heart.
“Do what?” I asked, almost whispering as he dragged the chair so I can sit.
“Making this hard for me.” He went back to seat.
“What are you talking about?” I looked at him seriously.
“Damn it, Ayanna. Damn it!” He said as he turned his back to me and stared at the traffic seen outside the window.
“I really don’t know what you are talking about. Please tell me!” I haven’t controlled a sob. We haven’t fought since. Never.
...to be continued...
(Based on a true story)
By Catherine Quiao Dicen
I lie awake, looking at the ceiling, trying to recall the things that happened more than a year ago. Though hurt, I think I already have the strength to unlock the pain I hid at the bottom of my heart way back when.
Just when I thought I already moved on- it was then I realized that I’m a slave of the past. It’s so hard to get over- him.
High school is the best part of my student life (as far as I’m concerned… but my doors are not closed from the idea of calling COLLEGE the best part of student life… if it would be worth the call then why not?) Schoolmates, friends, best friends and classmates are just around the corner. Teachers are fun to be with and are most approachable.
I had a boyfriend then. I was still in third year high school that time. Young, energetic, unmistakably chubby, good at everything except Math (math is my Achilles’ heel). Because of the lost of communication between the two of us (and he really didn’t find ways to contact or see me) I joined a texting Clan.
It was my first experience to join such group which I don’t even know what is going to happen next. My classmate’s boyfriend, who was Allen, FORBIDDEN ELEMENT’S rhythm guitarist (it’s my band, I was the vocalist) gave me the clan’s profile. Out of frustration maybe, I sent the profile to the number below the clan’s name, who happened to be the founder. Minutes later, I was accepted.
After the founder has sent the confirmation message to everybody who stated this way “Please do welcome our new member Silver Magnum 09269754321”, messages have been flooding my phone. Most of the first who welcomed me were girls thinking that I was a boy because of my code name. They asked me for my NASL or name, age, sex, location. I replied this way, “Aya, 16, f, dgte.” I thought the girls were dismayed but instead, they texted or made a GM or group message stating that Silver magnum is a girl.
That was the start of it all. Guys came texting and welcomed me interestedly. It almost ruined my phone that every time I leave it and then get it to text, 30 messages flag the screen.
It was really enjoying that even at summer I just stayed at home texting not my friends but my clanmates. Then an unknown number flashed on my inbox. I read it and he said that he was interested about how guy members of the clan are so interested to me.
I was comfortable with guys actually. First because my best friends mostly are boys, I have a band and I’m the only girl member, my cousins of my age are boys, and one great factor- I don’t have a brother.
I told him that I don’t know, maybe it’s because I can jive with them and I know how to befriend them… it’s not new anymore. Then we became friends. I remember how we watch and talk about Kim Chiu and Gerald Anderson while they were still in Big Brother’s house. I told him that they would be the next big thing in show business. He replied, “And we would also be the same way…in our clan.” I know he was just joking then I rode with his joke and it started our friendship-with-trust stage. I called him “love team” and he too was calling me that.
“I am playing basketball, text you later”, was my message for him.
While in the game, I accidentally tripped on a stone at the basketball court. And that was that. End of my basketball career. My cousins brought me home. They all laughed at me when I told them that I still would like to play. They told me to rest and that they would win the game versus our neighbors for me. I was happy for the dedication.
I remembered that I texted him- love team. I got my phone inside my pouch and was, well, not really surprised to see 30 messages again. I read them all and replied just a few.
I read love team’s message, “Are you really sure that you play basketball?”
I replied, “Just finished playing, and it was the end, I sprained my ankle.”
I wondered why it took him so long to reply. Because of boredom, I fell asleep and was not aware of the time. Hunger woke me up.
“Oh, my! It’s already 2 pm! I just took my breakfast at 6 am.”
I rushed to the kitchen and ate to my heart’s content. My phone beeped. I read the message.
“’Just played basketball too. Sorry for the late reply, I played DOTA.”
“It’s OK. Boys are boys.”
“Are you sure that you played basketball?”
“Of course, you want proof. But if you really want it, please not now. I sprained my ankle remember?”
“I remember. I’m just wondering. You talk like a guy and act like a guy really. Don’t tell me you’re a lesbian?”
“Ha-ha, say what you want to say. But unfortunately, I have a boyfriend. To where the hell he is now, I don’t know. But all I know is that I have one and all are just too informal between the both of us, OK?”
“Sorry to have accused you. But that’s nice of you. You can really mix with us.”
“That’s one special talent, really. Guys are real beasts. It’s so hard to tame them when they are not approachable. The best way to capture their hearts is not through their stomach, but to act and be like them.”
That was based from my previous experiences- with friends, classmates, cousins and admirers. Did I really say that?
“I like the way you think. The ‘best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ is an old passé. I don’t believe in that really. Men are good cooks. But it is also a plus factor for a man to have a wife who knows how to cook.”
I don’t know if he was talking to himself or if he’s about to tell something but it was all cut out.
“I’ll text you later. I got to play DOTA. Hope you understand.”
“Yup, I will…(try to)” I replied as fast as I could so that he could still read my message. Boys who are thinking about games will really be thinking about it and will forget things prior to it.
It really is so boring to wait for someone to text you when his mind is still flying somewhere. What do I have to do? I thought for a moment then my phone beeped again.
“Sweet, I miss you so much.”, from my long lost boyfriend whatsoever.
“Oh, so you’re still alive?” I replied sarcastically. Actually, I lost my appetite to text all of a sudden.
“Is that what you are going to tell your boyfriend? Don’t you miss me?”
“Ah, really. Why would I? Do I have the reason to. Tell that to the marines! Get lost!” I replied out of anger.
He did not reply. Well the better. What would I squeeze out of that devil? I was about to turn off my phone when I read a message from love team.
“Why do I feel that you are mad?
“Is it that obvious? My god damned boyfriend texted me awhile ago like nothing really matters.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him to get lost.”
I really meant it. For him to get lost, forever, is I guess the greatest consolation I’ll have after all he’s done to me.
The week just passed like any other day. The band planned to join a ‘battle of the bands’ next week. Practice has been tough. My body is not like the way it was before when it comes to music. This jamming is draining all my energy.
“I heard that you will join the battle of the bands.”, texted my STUPID boyfriend.
“And so?” another sarcasm.
“I’ll be there to support you.”
“Oh great, really now? I don’t just ride into someone’s promise and swear it to your life that you’ll be doing that for sure, or else you’ll regret the day you let those words came out from your mouth.” I warned him. Promises are what I hate the most. Especially if it’s broken. Grrrr.
“I’ll surely be there. I won’t miss it for the world.”
“Or else you’ll lose your life!” He’s becoming very unbearable unlike before.
How did the days pass? That I don’t know. Forbidden Element is already in the room with our co-hopefuls. We have prepared for this day for a very long time and loosing is not in our vocabulary.
I texted the crap. He said that he was stuck in traffic and that coming right in time is merely impossible. I should have known better. Another excuse. Why not tell it directly that he can’t come? I really would like to tangle his neck. I hate him!
“Love team? Why did you not tell me that you are joining this battle of the bands thing? I’ll be there.”, his message after I narrated to him that my stupid boyfriend left me on dead air.
“Forbidden Element, you’re next.” , said the usherette while she looked at us one by one.
It almost knocked me off my chair as I heard her soft voice. We all headed to the stage as the band before us sings their piece. My hands are cold and trembling and I know that time that I have a fever. That’s no joke. Plus I have colds. How will I do this?
My band mates are all worried about me. But I told them that we have been working hard for this night, for this very moment of performing in the stage and not a mere fever could stop that.
It was then our turn. We set off the stage and was ready to perform. The audience were yelling as we started our song. I don’t know if they’ll understand why it was like that- I don’t feel well.
After we were done, I automatically got down and was barred by my classmates. They know very well that I was sick. I just smiled to them and headed to the waiting room when someone grabbed my hand.
“Hey! What is this for?” I shouted with joy as I recognized the face. Andrew! Love team.
“I know you were sick. Why did you still perform?” He asked and concern was evident in his eyes.
“I have to give justice to the labor we’ve been through Drew. Our practice sessions were no joke. And I have to do this for myself. But, thanks for coming. I thought you will not make it here.” I told him as he still hold my hand.
“I told you I’ll come, didn’t I?”, his face puzzled because of my statement.
“It’s just I’m used of people breaking their promises.” I looked at him intently.
“You look so beautiful tonight, love team. The most beautiful vocalist I’ve ever seen”, he smiled and showed his dimples. He just diverted the topic.
I laughed. “You’re the most handsome liar on Earth , Drew.”
He giggled then a line of sternness crossed his face. “Why do you have to be that very patient with your boyfriend? I guess he is abusing you and your goodness.”
I looked at him, confused. “I’m just waiting for my anger to outburst. Really, I’m loosing my nerve with this man. I don’t know if he even does care about me or what. Maybe he is too secure that he has this girlfriend he could run to when he is in need.”
“You certainly don’t deserve that!” He was angry but not with me.
“He’ll have his karma in no time.” I said smiling. “I’m just waiting for someone to save me from him.” I turned my back to Drew and started walking towards the waiting room.
We didn’t win but we were still happy that we got the chance to perform in front of a crowd.
I was lying religiously on my bed when my cell phone bleeped. Hoping that it was Drew, I got it at the table.
“I am so sorry for not making it there at the battle of the bands. But you know that I am the most proud boyfriend in the world.”
Really? I want to laugh. Of course, he really is proud. I’m just his decoration for what it’s worth. I didn’t reply.
My phone bleeped again. I read the message from Drew.
“For so long, I thought that you really loved your boyfriend, not ‘till last night.”
I was really puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”
“You need me.”
“Really? How sure are you?”
“I’ll save you from your boyfriend.”
“Really? You’ll save me? And what will you do?”
“You have to break up with him.”
“Why should I?”
“Are all the things he has done to you still not enough?”
“I’m just confused why you have to say that I need you.”
It took centuries before he replied. “I love you Ayanna.”
I was shocked. I told him that we have to meet up. He was I guess very early at the fast food restaurant because I saw that he was really bored looking outside the window.
“Boring, isn’t it?” I told him and he turned to look at me.
“Why do you have to do this?” he asked as if pain was in his heart.
“Do what?” I asked, almost whispering as he dragged the chair so I can sit.
“Making this hard for me.” He went back to seat.
“What are you talking about?” I looked at him seriously.
“Damn it, Ayanna. Damn it!” He said as he turned his back to me and stared at the traffic seen outside the window.
“I really don’t know what you are talking about. Please tell me!” I haven’t controlled a sob. We haven’t fought since. Never.
...to be continued...
This is a BLACK BMW SPORTS CONVERTIBLE CAR... my dream car. Am I really that wishful? hehe.. I've been into this car fascination since I've read the novel El Paraiso. My gosh, the bidang lalaki is driving this kind of car. The type of pang-novel na boy is typically rich lang naman to own one. When will I be this rich din kaya to buy me a black BMW convertible. It's a car worth dying for really!!! Donations are available... hehehe, If you want to donate money for me to start investing on this dream of mine, well,well, well, that would be most welcomed.
Yes, I haven't joined the Inter-personal Relationship Churva of my most beloved The NORSUnian.... Oh my God.. I really imagined the fun we will have but sad that I was confined in the hospital because of the damn DENGUE. Next time I'll see mosquitoes around I will call the police! hahaha... really now?
I just saw the pictures and the videos of the IPR but they said that it was more fun to be there in person rather than just peeping the computer screens...ahw, poor of me... It was me and ate Diane who missed half of our lives for not joining the said IPR. It was really fun. The pictures are near to blasting because it can't contain the fun that the guys felt that time. While they were laughing and giggling and cackling the night away, I was home and shivering. That was too ironic. I know that they love it if we were complete but it was just really too unfortunate.
I was really sad. It was the last IPR of Kuya Junrell and some staffs and I was not there. I feel like I really missed half of my life with it. But I should not be sad. Pictures and Videos I think are enough to immortalize the camaraderie that was the main purpose of the IPR. I wish I had the chance to see DJ Rem dance "Nobody". The guys really prepared for their production numbers. It was really fun in photos and videos, how much more in person?
I just saw the pictures and the videos of the IPR but they said that it was more fun to be there in person rather than just peeping the computer screens...ahw, poor of me... It was me and ate Diane who missed half of our lives for not joining the said IPR. It was really fun. The pictures are near to blasting because it can't contain the fun that the guys felt that time. While they were laughing and giggling and cackling the night away, I was home and shivering. That was too ironic. I know that they love it if we were complete but it was just really too unfortunate.
I was really sad. It was the last IPR of Kuya Junrell and some staffs and I was not there. I feel like I really missed half of my life with it. But I should not be sad. Pictures and Videos I think are enough to immortalize the camaraderie that was the main purpose of the IPR. I wish I had the chance to see DJ Rem dance "Nobody". The guys really prepared for their production numbers. It was really fun in photos and videos, how much more in person?
When I was sick, guess what???, I've been hooked into reading Pinoy pocketbooks. I can't really believe myself. The act is just so addicting that I can read three pocketbooks per day. And thanks to Precious Hearts Romances for bringing the recent pocketbooks Ive read to life. They are "My Cheating Heart and Midnight Phantom". The former is to be starred by Jake Cuenca and Christine Reyes while the latter is to be starred by Rafael Rossell and Denise Laurel.
It really is an Oh my Gosh for me. I never thought that those books by Martha Cecilia will be televised... is that the right word? I guess I forgot my distaste for Pinoy Pocketbooks way back in High school. I don't even understand why my former classmates are really giggling when they are reading such books. Maybe it was just my excuse because before, I find it hard to comprehend Filipino texts than the English pocketbooks I'm reading which was so much fun. I thought there is nothing more enjoying than it... But I now stand corrected. We really have to check on stuffs that are Nationalistic and patriotic in terms also and we will be surprised how much our own native land has rise and soared when it comes to writing pocketbooks...Too much of Dan Brown will make us antagonistic and sort of (anti-Christ) which I hate to happen and too much of Sidney Sheldon will make us walking horrors...Though I also commend J.K Rowling and Stephenie Meyer for their unbelievable kills in writing, I also have to raise the banner of the Filipino Writer's Community. Rise and shine guys!
It really is an Oh my Gosh for me. I never thought that those books by Martha Cecilia will be televised... is that the right word? I guess I forgot my distaste for Pinoy Pocketbooks way back in High school. I don't even understand why my former classmates are really giggling when they are reading such books. Maybe it was just my excuse because before, I find it hard to comprehend Filipino texts than the English pocketbooks I'm reading which was so much fun. I thought there is nothing more enjoying than it... But I now stand corrected. We really have to check on stuffs that are Nationalistic and patriotic in terms also and we will be surprised how much our own native land has rise and soared when it comes to writing pocketbooks...Too much of Dan Brown will make us antagonistic and sort of (anti-Christ) which I hate to happen and too much of Sidney Sheldon will make us walking horrors...Though I also commend J.K Rowling and Stephenie Meyer for their unbelievable kills in writing, I also have to raise the banner of the Filipino Writer's Community. Rise and shine guys!
I never really had the idea when, where, and why I got DENGUE. Just to be sure that I didn't get it from home, is the fact that no mosquito is allowed inside our residence.
Well, I guess everything happens for a reason, yet, I still don't know why in the world I almost died because of it.
I was happy then..., My mama was always there for me...a couple of friends, and my "EXs". They were both there, frantic to get me some Type B Blood donor. I was really touched with there concern. They both cried!!!... I wish I could frame that very moment. They both look cute while they were crying because of me.
How I wish my other Ex was there to join them crying.., wouldn't that be cute?...
But the whole experience was really awful. Every 6 hours, they have to get my blood sample and have my platelets counted. The injections were terribly hurting me but I have to be strong for my mama. All this time, she had been my strength. It's even so hard to go to the CR because I always have to bring that dextrose with me.
I really love my mama. She really proved how much she loves me too. My TN family who has been so supportive and my friends. You really can determine your real friends in such times. No matter how busy they are they will find ways and time to be there for you. I've got no hurt feelings to those who haven't visited me. It's just that I appreciate more those who showed their effort in going to that stinky and full of negative aura place just to see if I am fine.
I am fine... As long as there are friends around, Dengue will just be an ordinary insect bite. hehe
Well, I guess everything happens for a reason, yet, I still don't know why in the world I almost died because of it.
I was happy then..., My mama was always there for me...a couple of friends, and my "EXs". They were both there, frantic to get me some Type B Blood donor. I was really touched with there concern. They both cried!!!... I wish I could frame that very moment. They both look cute while they were crying because of me.
How I wish my other Ex was there to join them crying.., wouldn't that be cute?...
But the whole experience was really awful. Every 6 hours, they have to get my blood sample and have my platelets counted. The injections were terribly hurting me but I have to be strong for my mama. All this time, she had been my strength. It's even so hard to go to the CR because I always have to bring that dextrose with me.
I really love my mama. She really proved how much she loves me too. My TN family who has been so supportive and my friends. You really can determine your real friends in such times. No matter how busy they are they will find ways and time to be there for you. I've got no hurt feelings to those who haven't visited me. It's just that I appreciate more those who showed their effort in going to that stinky and full of negative aura place just to see if I am fine.
I am fine... As long as there are friends around, Dengue will just be an ordinary insect bite. hehe
Is finding for love just like picking a flower on a garden?
On the splendor of dreams, romantic embraces and sweet goodbyes, love endows the beauty of life. Indeed, many says that it is the most wonderful feeling on earth. But how can this feeling be a destruction to some?
Many are deceived, others weep, some survive while several died. For love is a gift to one that is to be kept and cherished that one who is denied of it finds way to grasp it. Insane.
If you just think that it makes the world go round then you're wrong... The best way to feel that love is around is to oppose the aftermath... Stop hoping, stop dreaming... if you'll show the bad side of you then it will be the time people will see the best of you... try it...
Boys Like Girls -
Two Is Better Than One lyrics
I remember what you wore on our first day
You came into my life
And I thought hey
You know this could be something
'Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing
So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time, to figure out the best in my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two, is better than one
I remember every look upon your face,
The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste
You make it hard for breathing
'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
And finally now, believing
And maybe it's true, that I can't live without you
Well maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time, to figure out the best in my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two, is better than one
Yeah, yeah
I remember what you wore on our first day
You came into my life
And I thought hey
Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you
Maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time, to figure out the best in my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking
Oooh I can't live without you
'Cause baby two is better than one
There's so much time, to figure out the best in my life
And I've figured out with all that's said and done
Two, is better than one
Two is better than one.
Lyrics | Boys Like Girls lyrics - Two Is Better Than One lyrics
Following the world hit "Twilight", Stephenie Meyer has gotten to a whole lot roller coaster of creative ideas with the twisting of happenings in her novel's sequel "New Moon".
Readers and movie fanatics were anxious to watch the movie that would premiere on 11.20.09. The first movie was a world wide hit catching every people's attention to a love story of a vampire and a human. Girls were ever fantasizing their darling vampire Edward Cullen.
New Moon is expected to be somewhat a little controversial than Twilight for Bella will be torn between Edward and her best friend Jacob.
Watch the rivalry rise between vampire Edward and Werewolf Jacob this coming 11.20.09. See you in theaters!
My log wait is over. November 11 was the Philippine TV premiere of "The Legend Of The Seeker".Legend of the Seeker is a weekly American television series loosely based on The Sword of Truth novels by Terry Goodkind.
The series follows the epic journey of a young woods guide named Richard Cypher (played by Craig Horner), a mysterious woman named Kahlan Amnell (played by Bridget Regan), and a wizard named Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander (played by Bruce Spence) to stop Darken Rahl (played by Craig Parker) from unleashing an ancient and terrifying power.
The first episode was really breath-taking. Better see for yourselves...
I really don't why people are so overrated.
One time, I was done doing my stuff with group messaging when my crush approached me. I am about to send the message "Hi Langga" to my close friend when I had it to be send to via group messaging. And like I was so lame that I didn't know and didn't even remember what I texted when all replied, "Langga? nge, y man? Ikaw ha" And I explained to them the whole thing but others still didn't believe and it's like they put a malice to it.
Excuse me? haha... Why should I act that I am trying to make someone jealous just by doing the "wrong sent" excuse. For God's sake! Maybe that's the result of indulging to teleseryes and romance pocketbooks.
One time, I was done doing my stuff with group messaging when my crush approached me. I am about to send the message "Hi Langga" to my close friend when I had it to be send to via group messaging. And like I was so lame that I didn't know and didn't even remember what I texted when all replied, "Langga? nge, y man? Ikaw ha" And I explained to them the whole thing but others still didn't believe and it's like they put a malice to it.
Excuse me? haha... Why should I act that I am trying to make someone jealous just by doing the "wrong sent" excuse. For God's sake! Maybe that's the result of indulging to teleseryes and romance pocketbooks.
Just because I smile doesn't mean that I am not hurt..
Just because I told you I'll wait for you, it doesn't mean
IT'S FOREVER!!!...
Many people think that they have all the right in the world to insult you,
make you feel worthless, criticize you and worst to do it all right at your face...
I hate people like them, but I do my best to control my temper.Long before I was diagnosed with Epilepsy, back when I was in Grade 2, I felt that everything come easy.
That was August, we were practicing how to right cursive and I felt very sleepy so I took a nap. When I woke up, people were all around me and I was surprised that they rushed me to the clinic. My teacher narrated that they were all trying to wake me up but I didn't. My mother was there, she hugged me and explained that I was unconscious for many hours. I was shocked because I thought that I just slept and that's all.
Then the next incident came when we were having a fight with my classmate and when I punched him for defense, I felt numb and fell to the floor.Next time I opened my eyes,I was in the hospital. Mama was crying beside me with my grandmother letting me eat. My aunts and uncles were there too. I asked mama why I am there then she told me that I had a seizure that I had to be brought to the hospital.
I hated hospitals really. With the dominant smell of medicines and cries of new born babies, it just make me feel more sick.
The doctor came and conducted many tests and advised my mother to bring me to a neurologist. That was why we went to Dr. Diputado in Silliman University medical Center. When we got there, she examined me closely and made me sit on the bed and hit and my knees with a red stone on a spoon-like metal handle. Then they talked with my mother inside my doctor's office leaving me lying on the bed and looking at the different pictures of the brain.
When they got out, that was the time my mother and my doctor told me that I have an epilepsy-a serious case. But more is to be determined so me and my mother went to have me CT-Scanned. Nothing else was discovered so my mother felt a little hope.
But the following events were more nerve-wracking, all symptoms and all kinds of attack happened to me. My doctor gave me a lot of medicines which are all expensive, but it seems like nothing has changed. My mother was running out of hope but she was trying to be strong for me. The hospital seemed to be my second home.
I was not affected ignoring the stabbing pain in my head and stomach every time I collapse. It was nice that my family and my relatives do their best to make me happy. I also enjoyed calling my friends, watching TV, and staring at the window- with the dextrose connected with me.
Maybe because of the over flowing love that I felt on that part of my life then I was well.
It was so hard because I was not allowed to eat meat except fish, junk foods, ice cream and to drink soft drinks. It was like torture every time I see a gallon of ice cream on the table coz I know that they won't let me eat.
When my mama told me that the doctor said I was already certified well, which is 2 years of suffering, I was really happy because my mama let me eat ice cream.
My studies was affected but I still managed to be the first honor. I gained the respect and the sympathy of the people around me. I get every thing I wanted and my parents' favor then.
Now that I am already in college, with people around me not knowing all my sufferings because of a malady, I can't easily forgive them when they hurt me, I can't respect them the way they want to if they do the same way to me, and I still think that life is still unfair. For I lost almost half of my childhood when everyone had the chance to enjoy street games and be normal, while I was always in the hospital crying,and enduring all the pains of the medication. They were even fortunate and they still want the things to come their way.
I still don't understand them but I hope someday I will; for they don't know that CATHERINE is vulnerable too.
Just because I told you I'll wait for you, it doesn't mean
IT'S FOREVER!!!...
Many people think that they have all the right in the world to insult you,
make you feel worthless, criticize you and worst to do it all right at your face...
I hate people like them, but I do my best to control my temper.Long before I was diagnosed with Epilepsy, back when I was in Grade 2, I felt that everything come easy.
That was August, we were practicing how to right cursive and I felt very sleepy so I took a nap. When I woke up, people were all around me and I was surprised that they rushed me to the clinic. My teacher narrated that they were all trying to wake me up but I didn't. My mother was there, she hugged me and explained that I was unconscious for many hours. I was shocked because I thought that I just slept and that's all.
Then the next incident came when we were having a fight with my classmate and when I punched him for defense, I felt numb and fell to the floor.Next time I opened my eyes,I was in the hospital. Mama was crying beside me with my grandmother letting me eat. My aunts and uncles were there too. I asked mama why I am there then she told me that I had a seizure that I had to be brought to the hospital.
I hated hospitals really. With the dominant smell of medicines and cries of new born babies, it just make me feel more sick.
The doctor came and conducted many tests and advised my mother to bring me to a neurologist. That was why we went to Dr. Diputado in Silliman University medical Center. When we got there, she examined me closely and made me sit on the bed and hit and my knees with a red stone on a spoon-like metal handle. Then they talked with my mother inside my doctor's office leaving me lying on the bed and looking at the different pictures of the brain.
When they got out, that was the time my mother and my doctor told me that I have an epilepsy-a serious case. But more is to be determined so me and my mother went to have me CT-Scanned. Nothing else was discovered so my mother felt a little hope.
But the following events were more nerve-wracking, all symptoms and all kinds of attack happened to me. My doctor gave me a lot of medicines which are all expensive, but it seems like nothing has changed. My mother was running out of hope but she was trying to be strong for me. The hospital seemed to be my second home.
I was not affected ignoring the stabbing pain in my head and stomach every time I collapse. It was nice that my family and my relatives do their best to make me happy. I also enjoyed calling my friends, watching TV, and staring at the window- with the dextrose connected with me.
Maybe because of the over flowing love that I felt on that part of my life then I was well.
It was so hard because I was not allowed to eat meat except fish, junk foods, ice cream and to drink soft drinks. It was like torture every time I see a gallon of ice cream on the table coz I know that they won't let me eat.
When my mama told me that the doctor said I was already certified well, which is 2 years of suffering, I was really happy because my mama let me eat ice cream.
My studies was affected but I still managed to be the first honor. I gained the respect and the sympathy of the people around me. I get every thing I wanted and my parents' favor then.
Now that I am already in college, with people around me not knowing all my sufferings because of a malady, I can't easily forgive them when they hurt me, I can't respect them the way they want to if they do the same way to me, and I still think that life is still unfair. For I lost almost half of my childhood when everyone had the chance to enjoy street games and be normal, while I was always in the hospital crying,and enduring all the pains of the medication. They were even fortunate and they still want the things to come their way.
I still don't understand them but I hope someday I will; for they don't know that CATHERINE is vulnerable too.
After I've heard the stories of the survivors of the latest calamity that Philippines just faced, it really made me cry realizing how much they have suffered and it was like I was also there feeling their pain.
Loosing their loved ones and thinking how they could still recover from the the trauma really stings knowing that a few months from now, the yule tide season will start to cover the atmosphere. It would be very sad for the victims to celebrate this Christmas when it is all about being with the family and they have lost their houses and properties hey have worked for years.
But when I saw the child in the TV earlier this morning, I glared hope in her innocent eyes. She was interviewed by a reporter and she still managed to smile ignoring their situation- spending the rest of the days in the cold and unsanitary street. While others are busy queuing for relief goods and donations given by big-hearted institutions and companies, the child just fiddled around like nothing serious happened.
What's amazing with children is that they don't care about many things as long as they are still alive, every morning and every day that God has given will be another great day. Maybe that is why God loves children-for their innocence.
Now that the battle for recovery is still not over, let us extend any kind of help that we could offer to our fellow citizens in NCR. But the most significant thing we could do to help them is to pray to God. Just cast your burdens upon Him and He will give you rest. He will never abandon us. All we have to do is do our best and He will do the rest-that's for sure.
National Capital Region has been flooded all way out last September 26, 2009. Millions of people in the region suffered and several are still in peril as of this very moment because of the raging typhoon Ondoy. Cars, animals and even houses in subdivisions also felt the rage of Ondoy which is very evident in the damage of the said properties that might total to over a hundred million. Famous actors and actresses were also trapped in their respective homes seeking refuge on the roofs of their house.
Rescue Mission
As of the moment, the lack of rubber boats, trucks and rescue helicopters really hit the government. In the last three days, the television networks have been receiving calls from trapped people begging for immediate rescue, from people whose family member is still lost and from people who are asking for food and water for they are running out of it.
People from all walks of life were affected and so thus this means that all who were fortunate enough to not be affected by the flood be returning the favor and extend their helping hands to the victims of the calamity.
Rescue is taking so long because streets that would lead to the places are so clogged with dilapidated houses, ruined cars, and flood water that is why many thought that they were rea;lly abandoned all by themselves.
Many died
Pathetic people who were trapped in their houses with the flood turning to be five feet plus deep have no option but to accept death at that very moment. Several were caught in video struggling to survive opposing the surge of the flood but were unsuccessful and drowned. Others ran out of drinking water while others died because of hypothermia especially the infants and the old people who can't take the very cold weather.
Let's link it to the environment
The rich and the famous were not exempted with nature's anger. But let us check what we have done for the environment. Did the rich people use their wealth for environmental advocacy? To the victims of landslides in the mountain areas, did they do something to stop kaingin and illegal logging? Did the famous people in the showbusiness scene use their fame to promote environmental awareness? Now who is to be blamed?
Maybe, it's now time to stop thinking about ourselves and head Mother Nature's harsh wake up call for us all. We are living in this world, and, thus, she entrusted us the opportunity to live in a wonderful world for us to take good care of. What happened is that we are the ones who are destroying the wonderful gift that she has given us.
Now that it already happened, let it be a start of greater environmental concern.
Rescue Mission
As of the moment, the lack of rubber boats, trucks and rescue helicopters really hit the government. In the last three days, the television networks have been receiving calls from trapped people begging for immediate rescue, from people whose family member is still lost and from people who are asking for food and water for they are running out of it.
People from all walks of life were affected and so thus this means that all who were fortunate enough to not be affected by the flood be returning the favor and extend their helping hands to the victims of the calamity.
Rescue is taking so long because streets that would lead to the places are so clogged with dilapidated houses, ruined cars, and flood water that is why many thought that they were rea;lly abandoned all by themselves.
Many died
Pathetic people who were trapped in their houses with the flood turning to be five feet plus deep have no option but to accept death at that very moment. Several were caught in video struggling to survive opposing the surge of the flood but were unsuccessful and drowned. Others ran out of drinking water while others died because of hypothermia especially the infants and the old people who can't take the very cold weather.
Let's link it to the environment
The rich and the famous were not exempted with nature's anger. But let us check what we have done for the environment. Did the rich people use their wealth for environmental advocacy? To the victims of landslides in the mountain areas, did they do something to stop kaingin and illegal logging? Did the famous people in the showbusiness scene use their fame to promote environmental awareness? Now who is to be blamed?
Maybe, it's now time to stop thinking about ourselves and head Mother Nature's harsh wake up call for us all. We are living in this world, and, thus, she entrusted us the opportunity to live in a wonderful world for us to take good care of. What happened is that we are the ones who are destroying the wonderful gift that she has given us.
Now that it already happened, let it be a start of greater environmental concern.
This is not what I wanted, You were all that I needed
I'm sorry if I denied you
for all the sorrows covered, and the chaos I created
I'm sorry if I ignored you
From all this mess, I'm just the best for doin' hurting you
And all the lights, the stupid flights I did pull it through
"you were the one", I told myself but I was wrong
You were alone and I am in this commitment
I'm sorry if I didn't tell you earlier
My laughter that slapped you when you walked away
Those tearful laughters and bitter-sweet memories
that we shared under your blanket
the commotion we made when we danced inside your closet
with the blink of the yellow moonlight with the sunset
This is not what I told you, it just made you feel so blue
The doctor didn't prescribe you
for all the merry damage, this is not what I expected
My doctor didn't prescribe you
just today I learned to play this old guitar
the one you bought for me when we took our first flight
it wasn't so hard to sing alone with this teardrops falling over
That, I, guess was a year ago
And now I drowned with the droplets of blood that flowed toward you
when you packed your stupid bags with you
when you left under the rain
still the same... the most impaired...
And now that this is over, we could never be together
swear I haven't regret you, with all of this damned years
and all of my dried tears
Promise I did love you....
I'm sorry if I denied you
for all the sorrows covered, and the chaos I created
I'm sorry if I ignored you
From all this mess, I'm just the best for doin' hurting you
And all the lights, the stupid flights I did pull it through
"you were the one", I told myself but I was wrong
You were alone and I am in this commitment
I'm sorry if I didn't tell you earlier
My laughter that slapped you when you walked away
Those tearful laughters and bitter-sweet memories
that we shared under your blanket
the commotion we made when we danced inside your closet
with the blink of the yellow moonlight with the sunset
This is not what I told you, it just made you feel so blue
The doctor didn't prescribe you
for all the merry damage, this is not what I expected
My doctor didn't prescribe you
just today I learned to play this old guitar
the one you bought for me when we took our first flight
it wasn't so hard to sing alone with this teardrops falling over
That, I, guess was a year ago
And now I drowned with the droplets of blood that flowed toward you
when you packed your stupid bags with you
when you left under the rain
still the same... the most impaired...
And now that this is over, we could never be together
swear I haven't regret you, with all of this damned years
and all of my dried tears
Promise I did love you....
By Catherine Q. Dicen
Now let's all pretend that we love each other
When will you comprehend, that I hate you
Please don't look at me like you still love me
cause I know it's not true
When you told me it was the end
what did yo want me to feel and
what speech do you want to hear?
remorse and lamentations
seventy-seven days, forty-four missed out dates
you were not there
Chorus:
And I hate to, admit that you still have all of me
and I'm sorry, coz I know that, we were not meant to be
please end all this pretending, coz I know
you're still faking it, you are faking it
How do you want me to end our WASTED lOvE StOrY?
When you told me let's start again
did you ever think that you could fool me again
And I swear I hated you! hated me,
for being in this misery
Will this ever gonna end I told you let's not pretend
But you always knock me sideways and I'm down
(Repeat Chorus)
Now that we know it's the end
it"s funny that you look at me that way like you regret
everything you've done to me, but it's too late
I smiled at you and it was fake
Chorus II
Yes I hate to, admit that, you still had all of me
I'm not sorry, you never knew that, we were
not meant to be
I ended all your pretending,
coz we both know we'll be faking it,
Now let's all pretend that we love each other
When will you comprehend, that I hate you
Please don't look at me like you still love me
cause I know it's not true
When you told me it was the end
what did yo want me to feel and
what speech do you want to hear?
remorse and lamentations
seventy-seven days, forty-four missed out dates
you were not there
Chorus:
And I hate to, admit that you still have all of me
and I'm sorry, coz I know that, we were not meant to be
please end all this pretending, coz I know
you're still faking it, you are faking it
How do you want me to end our WASTED lOvE StOrY?
When you told me let's start again
did you ever think that you could fool me again
And I swear I hated you! hated me,
for being in this misery
Will this ever gonna end I told you let's not pretend
But you always knock me sideways and I'm down
(Repeat Chorus)
Now that we know it's the end
it"s funny that you look at me that way like you regret
everything you've done to me, but it's too late
I smiled at you and it was fake
Chorus II
Yes I hate to, admit that, you still had all of me
I'm not sorry, you never knew that, we were
not meant to be
I ended all your pretending,
coz we both know we'll be faking it,
we were faking it, this time we're faking it...
by Fly leaf
Tiny heart, stucked inside yourself, when will you open up for me?
I love you so, wanna meet you again, before one of us must go.
Chorus:
Your lips touched every hand but mine
In the shadows you slept fine
when will you get back to me? So we can rest...
Tiny heart, stucked inside yourself, when will you open up for me?
I love you so, wanna meet you again, before one of us must go.
Chorus:
Your lips touched every hand but mine
In the shadows you slept fine
when will you get back to me? So we can rest...
(Tidbits of the song I composed when I was still in High school
I forgot the other lines, Hope I could still find my copy)
By Catherine Quiao Dicen
Stop it don't you make me cry, WATCH ME DIE, and live in confusion
Make me believe that you won"t leave
Please help me find, MY ABOLISHED ILLUSION...
Funny how we see all our scattered dreams
Haven't we enjoyed all our childhood screams
Now goodbye has come in different means
Help me recover from this bliss
Now I still hope that you won't mind
Treat me blind, locked in my decision
I love you goodbye and just reach out or you and I
MY ABOLISHED ILLUSION
(this song was composed for my crush in high school who was then leaving for Zamboanga. Chords were still not laid but the melody caught the taste of my classmates. One day. I was surprised when my classmates sang my song, and they said they really love it. How was that?)
I forgot the other lines, Hope I could still find my copy)
By Catherine Quiao Dicen
Stop it don't you make me cry, WATCH ME DIE, and live in confusion
Make me believe that you won"t leave
Please help me find, MY ABOLISHED ILLUSION...
Funny how we see all our scattered dreams
Haven't we enjoyed all our childhood screams
Now goodbye has come in different means
Help me recover from this bliss
Now I still hope that you won't mind
Treat me blind, locked in my decision
I love you goodbye and just reach out or you and I
MY ABOLISHED ILLUSION
(this song was composed for my crush in high school who was then leaving for Zamboanga. Chords were still not laid but the melody caught the taste of my classmates. One day. I was surprised when my classmates sang my song, and they said they really love it. How was that?)
By: Fort Minor
"Where'd you go? I missed you so, coz seems like its been forever that you've been gone,
PLEASE COME BACK HOME"
"Where'd you go? I missed you so, coz seems like its been forever that you've been gone,
PLEASE COME BACK HOME"
Where were you???
If only it's okay to be with you again
then I'll give my life to have a moment with you
I know I was not good, but I know,
I could make things better
But how could that happen when all that is left is MiSeRy???
you left me without the chance to even say goodbye...
or to hug you and hold your hand for the very last time
If you only know how bRoKEn I am
Then you'll understand that I could risk all damn!!!!
If only it's okay
If only it's okay to be with you again
then I'll give my life to have a moment with you
I know I was not good, but I know,
I could make things better
But how could that happen when all that is left is MiSeRy???
you left me without the chance to even say goodbye...
or to hug you and hold your hand for the very last time
If you only know how bRoKEn I am
Then you'll understand that I could risk all damn!!!!
If only it's okay
"Though people change, LoVE remains the Same"
So you are reading???
- catherine
- so you were reading? hehe.. For convenience, just call me Cath,.. I'm a music-lover, I love reading books of any kind, I listen to rock music.. my greatest dream is to write, and be an author of my very own book.. Am I that wishful? hehe... Well, if you happen to be reading my posts...just have patience on reading them, ok? Nice blog hopping!