Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday by Click 5

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Hey you 

I know I'm in the wrong 

Time flies 

When you're having fun 

You wake up 

Another year is gone 

You're twenty-one 

Hey, M, we may not be in good terms but I pray that once you've opened your eyes, you'll still be happy. You're already 16, though.

I guess you wanna know 

Why I'm on the phone 

It's been a day or so 

I know it's kind of late 

But Happy Birthday 

I think that you may be asking why I still greet you and talk to you and stuffs. It's been three months or so, I also know  it's late, but Happy Birthday.

Yeah yeah whoa 

I know you hate me 

Yeah yeah whoa 

Well I miss you, too 

Yeah yeah I know 

I know it's kinda late 

But Happy Birthday 

I know that you don't like me now. But I surely know that you miss me, too.

So hard 

When you're far away 

It's lame but I forgot the date 

I won't make the same mistake 

I'm so to blame 

It's not that easy, now that we're not together. I promise that I won't make the same mistake when we part to be together, again. I know that I am also the one to blame.

So now you know 

Don't hang up the phone 

I wish I was at home

I know it's way too late 

But Happy Birthday 

Now, you know what's happening to me, please don't hang up. I hope that I'm with you. Happy Birthday.

Yeah yeah whoa 

I know you hate me 

Yeah yeah whoa 

Well I miss you, too 

Yeah yeah I know 

I know it's kinda late 

But Happy Birthday 

It's not that I don't care 

You know I'll make it up to you 

If I could, I'd be there 

It's not that I don't really care, if you only know how much I am to you. I promise that I'll make it up to you. If I could, I'd always be there.

Yeah yeah whoa 

Yeah yeah whoa 

Well I miss you, too 

Yeah yeah I know 

I know it's kind of lame 

But Happy Birthday 

I miss you, too. I know it's kind of awkward but I would still like to tell the world, Happy Birthday!

Yeah yeah whoa 

I know you hate me 

Yeah yeah whoa 

Well I miss you, too 

Yeah yeah I know 

I know it's kind of late 

But Happy Birthday 

To you

Happy Birthday to you, M.

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No matter how much I deny that I don't care, I still, and always will do.

Happy Birthday, M.

I miss you.

Catch the Pouring Rain

I would start a new story. And I'm pretty hoping to finish this.

Catch the Pouring Rain came from my name's initials. And I would also like to have the protagonist's name connected to mine. :-)

I would like to have a little twist on this. Maybe adding some fiction-ated characters may do - or not. I don't know, I still have to think of that, tho. Someday, I'll publish this and prove to myself that I can finish a story for the second time. Haha!

I hope to have readers and supporters for this. I don't know when I'll start but it would be as soon as possible, I promise.

Our Day : September 1, 2010

It really is our day. ACSHS reigns over schools, again.

Before off, I would like to share the experience I had last night-slash-midnight. I, with my co-artEEst Julius, did the fish costumes (Bangus and Tilapia) and sketched the under the sea background. We slept at around 4:30 in the morning and woke up at 6:15 AM. My gush, my service will arrive at exactly 15 minutes. Unluckily, I wasn't able to go with it, it was ahead of "my" time.

 

Back to the topic, we really haven't expected that it would really be Our day.

The dula-dulaan team were so exhausted and somehow-everything-hot for the morning (hot as in sun). Even our teacher, the director, was in-the-pick of boiling.


When we arrived at the venue at around 1 PM, we taught that maybe Our rival school will be the one to reign the event, again. Oh no, I do not agree upon that. Err (Erratically Really w-Rong).

I myself prayed for God's guidance for their play. That was when I knew that we will be playing fourth. Bestf Erika, S-airby and I watched the other school's play at (about) the front seats. Honestly, I was bored. (Okay, please, don't kill me. I've got frogs to feed!)

I've waited for three schools to finish and drum rolls for me, it is now our time to shine.


There was the black clothe covering the stage and when it was removed, I was totally M-E-S-M-E-R-I-Z-E-D. As in it was so ah-dorable.


After ours, I waited for Our rival's turn to have their feet on stage. Then there, their play was somehow not connected to the topic but I could say that they really were ah-mazing. Smiles. I even love their cool and hot drama!

We listened for further announcements and gratitudes.

The one that we've been awaiting for, the tally, the winners will now be broadcast.

(We were sitting at the middle seats - there were five of us - then I told them that we should sit with the others at corner so if, IF, we will be given the chance to win, we could shout and be glee together.)

The third place is being announced. Butterflies on my tummy. Woot! It is the rival school.

Second place, still not us.

In my very self, I really were expecting that we would be the champions. Even my other schoolmates! Haha!

First place ... the group number four! Angeles City Science High School! Blah, blah, blah.


We shouted our souls to the fullest as if we filled the whole room with irritating, shouting, high-pitched hurrays. Some of us even cried for happiness. At least the excuses were worth the win.

We brought the bacon!

Okay, kidding.

We brought home the bacon!

 When we arrived at school, we knew that even the research proposal-people won for the first prize!



I thank God for all of these blessings he gave us in a day. It is a very huge amount but I think and I know that we deserve it 'cause he really worked hard for it.

To God be the glory!

Whole, Half, and a Quarter

You know what that is? Think of it!

Clues:
(1) You need it
(2) You really need it
(3) You won't pass without it

Got it? It's paper.

I really can't stand people who are always asking for paper (ALL THE TIME)! Why? Can't they buy some of those themselves? If I know, they've got money and sometimes, they just spend their money for stupid computer games and stuffs.

A person spend cents and pesos to buy paper for themselves. Every coin counts.

Those parasites should be taught to be independent for themselves. The generous ones won't always be there to give them paper.

Plus, those generous ones should also learn how to NOT BE GENEROUS.

Your Course, Your Choice

Have you already picked one of your choice?

College life is really near and I am still not decided what course to have.

Architecture? Dental medicine? European Languages? Speech Pathology? Law? Economics? Fine arts? Oh my, goodness. Should I pick one according to my league or by salary? By my dreams or by my parents? Fun or work? If you're me, what would you have?

Many people say that I should take one connected to arts but I thought of maybe I wouldn't have work in a snap. I mean, maybe it would be hard for me to look for one, won't I? I'd love to have architecture and fine arts on top, really. But I do like to be a dentist and the other ones (specified above).

I've taken the entrance exam for the University of the Philippines and am still waiting for the results. I would really like to pass, who doesn't? I had picked architecture and dental medicine as the first choices for the two campuses I picked and had speech pathology and European language for the second choices.

Another reason for me to pass is that I would like to have a different life, a different place to stay besides Angeles and Bamban. I would like to have a different atmosphere and experience a life entering one of the most famous campus in the Philippines.

I will still take the entrance exam for the other universities like University of Sto. Thomas, MAPUA and etc.

This is the start of another decision making for my life. One wrong move then my life would be dazzled.

Double Loser

"Loser, loser. Double loser. Whatever. As if. Take a picture. Duh!" - The Clique

Note: I think that I'm being transformed into a new Massie-chist or the Pretty Comittee member (even if I really do not look like one, do I?). It's just that their style seems to be an IN in to my fashion. Especially when she's with her friends Alicia, Kristen and Dylan. It's just that, it's hard and somehow unlikely to ramp in your school wearing those clothes. You may be more like an EW or a DUH on your campus (or maybe they don't know anything about fashion!) Haha!

Fashion, for me, reflects the person's whole attitude. You agree? Or not that much? Well, some people dress like princesses or royals, some like simple-preppy-cool-glams, some like gothics or emotionals, and some are the (ones that I hate, they're EW: Eternal Wannabes) jejemons.

But I thought, how if someone dresses not the way he or she really is? And how if she does? It's pretty hard to conceptualize, right? Some people dress like royal even if they ain't one cause they're insecure of something.

The thing is, why don't they dress the way they really should? If they feel of changing their lives, why don't they strive to the top? I know that there may be some who'll get crossed and pissed about this but WHY DON'T THEY JUST SHOW THE REAL THEM AND STOP PRETENDING? Why don't they just stop bragging about stuffs in which they do not have or not them themselves.

The people who do those stuffs are DOUBLE LOSERS.
(1) They don't show the real them
(2) and they look like losers in Ew clothes.


PS. I give a bow to fashion (that's why I blogged about this)

His

Date written: June 5, 2010; Time: 12+ AM

Hey! It have been so long

Since I've heard his voice -

     the voice that my ears long for:

     every night and day -

His very sweet smile

Which gradually makes me weak,

Warmth of his hands

And his breath which totally fills

My flippy soul.

I've got no choice,

Well, I don't really have to choose either

Cause my heart is purely his.

Everytime I take a move,

Hisself buggles and tingles my very mind,

He's the one that always sinks in

To my dreamy dreams.

His laugh, the way he makes me laugh

Either way,

He's still the one of the bests that makes me really happy.

And everything,

Just everything about him

Makes me feel that he is my

Only angel in cool disguise.

Bittersweet was the story of my summer

But I guess,

And I know,

That the memories we shared

Will always be treasured in our hearts.

He would be my inspiration,

My life, my breath.

I am confident

That we will be together again, soon.

And soon enough,

His heart will forever be mine,

And my heart is solely his.

P.S. This one's straight from my diary and this is
the one that I've passed for "Hector of My Life".

P.P.S. I'm serious and I know that some knows him, too. :)