Forgive and Forget

      It's one of those fiercely sunny late-December days that might you think it's warmer than really is. I thought it would be a perfect day today but totally isn't. And I watch the light shoot through the windows. Blazing and bright, the environment looks like God Himself decided to drop in and decorate the place, like He's letting me know that maybe, just maybe, He might forgive me for being one of the biggest, most horrible sinner that ever lived. Not so. I think it's kind of nice that He'd send the sun as a signal, nice that He'd consider forgiving me.

     God. Forgive those people who murdered animals to end up like this. Duh, fried chicken? Sympathy for chickens! Condolence, I have eaten your eggs.....I'm sorry, my father will slaught you....Don't worry chickens , if I can kill all the butchers in the world....Hi chicks, nice and healthy mothers, I will bring her in the kitchen... I know it's so wrong!? I don't think so... It's a food chain, isn't it? I inspect my plate. Duck or chicken? Chicken, I think. Sorry, can I finish you up? Of course! Duh... Whether I like it or not & whether you like it or not.. I push my plate away after I finished eating fried chicken. I'm full. I'm really satisfied of what I have eaten.

I'm More of A Number Person

     I'm more than a fact person; I'm more than a number person. I ask myself, my nonsense self but it makes any sense. How do you cram the last fifteen years into a few paragraphs? How do you make people remember from the beginning all the way to the end? How do you help everyone understand how wonderful it was and how horrible it was and how everything it was?

    So, I say, I came up with a rough few statistic in an attempt to capture my life experience in the best way I know how. In the two years I attended University of San Agustin, six years I attended Sambag Elementary School, currently attending West Visayas State University- Integrated Laboratory School, there were

         5600         pencils
        10000        pens
        200000      caffeine fixes
        4700          book bought
        364            books lost
        32              books stuffed in garbage disposal
        14              books thrown out of moving vehicle
        63000        homework assignments
        3               dogs who ate them
        45100       poor study habits
        310           science experiments
        152 000   unfortunate experiments with objects
        14200      bathroom passes
        15000      lame passes 
        2999        test passed
        234998    rumor passed
        458          stupid boyfriends (FRIENDS!)
        622          psycho girlfriends
        64000      crazy dreams
        312          phone rang
        10            times phone confiscation
        3083        test taken
        2000000001   tears cried
        2000000001   tears dried
        3000000         lies
        5000000         truths
        250000           changes of clothes
        450000           change of personality
        103                 fake kiddie tatoos
        4                     languages spoken
        1000999        secrets
        38000            papers written
        100000          instant messages
        247               games lost
        742               games won
        78                 teachers
        A trillion        lessons
        74                awards
        10000          friends
        70000          hugs
        A zillion       words of encouragement
        315             success stories
        zero            regrets  ........

     No circumstances could  I ever adlib. No problems can't be solved. Not all secrets are revealed. Some secrets are hidden. All of my memories are sealed but as I grow old I believe that my memories will remain chained in my mind. It's my life. I can't really tell you how happy,sad,horrible and wonderful life is. But I can say that life is one of the most precious gift I have.

            

Picture To Burn

State the obvious

I didn't get my perfect fantasy

I realized you love yourself

More that you could ever love me

So go and tell your friends

That I'm obsessive and crazy

That's fine, I'll tell mine

You're gay and by the way

I hate that stupid old pickup truck

You never let me drive

You're a redneck, heartbreak

Who's really bad at lying

So watch me strike a match

On all my wasted time

As far as I'm concerned

You're just another picture to burn

There?s no time for tears

I?m just sitting here planning my revenge

There's nothing stopping me

From going out with all of your best friends

And if you come around

Saying sorry to me

My daddy's going to show you

How sorry you?ll be

'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck

You never let me drive

You're a redneck, heartbreak

Who's really bad at lying

{ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/taylor-swift-lyrics/picture-to-burn-lyrics.html }

And so watch me strike a match

On all my wasted time

As far as I'm concerned

You're just another picture to burn

And if you're missing me

You better keep it to yourself

'Cause coming back around here

Would be bad for your health

'Cause I hate that stupid old pickup truck

You never let me drive

You?re a redneck, heartbreak

Who's really bad at lying

So watch me strike a match

On all my wasted time

In case you haven't heard

I really, really hate that

Stupid old pickup truck

You never let me drive

You?re a redneck, heartbreak

Who's really bad at lying

So watch me strike a match

On all my wasted time

As far as I'm concerned

You're just another picture to burn

Burn, burn, burn, baby burn

Just another picture to burn

Baby burn

My Cousin and My Bestfriend

    What are you doin' there???

 What is this thingy?

  THE SF ADDICT

   ANOTHER SF ADDICT

                   Sorry bhez!! Hahahaha!! The hell I care!! I need to put your picture here....With no license.... Bleeeh!!!

Princess Hours

In the Watering Hole

         The sun has stopped shining, but the air still feels oddly warm, heavy and damped. I push open the doors and immediately the eyes are on me, the hands hiding wide, smirky grins. I hear someone murmur, & my head whips around. "Shut up, Slavic Nomads", I hiss. I can only imagine what they're thingking, what they're saying.

         It feel wierd to see someone coming at you(not actually). I don't want to look, but I can't stop my self. I turn and see him surrounded by a clot of guys. His hands are doing a come-here-Philip sign. I ignore it & I say, "Let's go home Dylan. It's already 6:30 PM."

         Dylan snorts and says,"Okay.Okay.Okay.Whatever!" And he asked,"Do you have a mountain of homework Dude?" 
         "Oh, my!", I say, with mock horror. I sigh & I soften my expression.

  
          We go home immediately. I drink some whatever-beverage in refrigerator. I go straight to their house because I want to stay in their balcony. It's windy & I'm very comfortable when I'm there. Now, we have to enter the balcony. He brings a pitcher of red tea & I bring the glasses & biscuits. There are no stars. There are no moons.


           He doesn't stare and look at me. Suddenly he is shocked by something but I don't know that something.


          "What happened? Is someone playing a joke on you? Did someone dressed up like you?" I ask him consecutively.
           "Yes! A joke! It's a big joke!" He laughed enormously & he jerks his head.

       

           "You're crazy and jerk! I thought it's already true." I respond quickly. I almost laugh, but my marble mouth just isn't mobile. I though, to be or not to be- that is the question. And after you answer this question, you'll die.

Afternoon Stars On The Spot

         I met the Dark Queen of the Damned. I leaned on her shoulder."You have the coolest eyes". She smiled but didn't answer. Here comes the Empress of the Undeads. She's a not-quiet-normal human. She asks, "Look like a Gothic?" I say, intrigued,"Oh! What kind?" She's doing her best to look creepy."Madness. Mayhem. Malice." She might be sixteen & three quarters, but my friend says she's an old soul. I cross my fingers & whisper a teeny little prayer in my head: Please, God, do not let me make an idiot of myself this afternoon. Let me have a little fun.

         Almost immediately, the Empress starts dragging me over to every reasonably guys who doesn't already know her. She runs around taking bad pictures w/ her camera. I hear someone says that she's a slut. As if it's my fault that someone thinks that she;s a slut. I ignore them, talking to this person & that person, trying to relax and have a good time, but I feel like I'm far away & watching UAAP Volleyball on a TV screen. She is getting sick of me being so gloomy.

       With me is Mr. Cleinfelter. He sits beside me & he pokes me always. I can't believe that I ever went out with him. I want to jam my finger into my ear & scratch the memory of my brain. I slap his hands & walk away. I can hear Cleinfelter laughing behind me & I wish I'd thrown my juice in his face or something dramatic like that. But the drama queen stuff is the Heiress of the Dust & cleinfelter knows it. It's why he likes to bother me.

               

        Cleinfelter smiles & puts his arms to my hair."Your hair is very smooth." Then he rubs his hand onto my hair assuming that his little brother. I know when I'm being played, but complement cheers me anyway- that what kind of dork I am.

I Love Them

Freaks On Town

          I spent my night with my best childhood friend Dylan. We played Word Factory. I thought he's weak in this game. I'm so over confident & I lose in first round. It's okay, in the second and third round I won. I'm a pro when it comes to Word Factory. I have my evidence. My framed certificate and a gold medal will blow your eyes. I'm the champion for two consecutive years in ILS Hinampang.

          After an hour, Franz finally arrived with his stupid Bieber shirt. I told him, "Justin Bieber is gay". He shrugged my shoulder & he shouted, "Philip, you're just jealous. Atleast! He's handsome. I told him with a grin, "Don't worry Franz, he loves you." I'm always talking with this manner when we're in war. Actually, he's just an avid fan of Bieber. I can do nothing.

          After some several discussions, we played scrabble. I won, of course. I looked at Dylan & said,"Did you see my HALO?" He answered,"What the hell do I care, idiot? Just get the hell out of here!" He paused and added,"Joke!Hahaha...." Letting out a deep breath,"Oh crap! Wet mouth, get some dry toothbrush." He said gleefully,"How cool is that?" I replied,"So cool!" I had noticed that Franz was so quiet. Did he eat some witch's apples? I blurted, half-irritated, half-concern, I screamed,"I thought you're talkative." No reactions from him.

          It's already 10:38PM. We were already bored playing Scrabble. So we decided to watch "The House of the Glass". We find it very exciting. But that house is my dream house. The architecture and location are very nice. It is found near the ocean, stood near the cliff & near from the road. Daydreaming with that house. "Oh! I wish it would be mine." I thought.

         After we finished watching the movie, we washed our face & went to sleep. "Ugh! I can't believe I slept with that crap!" I whispered to myself. I'm happy when I went to sleep because I'm alone in my bed. Franz said,"Goodnight Poy.." I replied with soft voice,"Okay, you can just sleep there like a mute wimp & be scared Franz because if you're not praying before you sleep, 50% chance that unusual creatures will stare at you." I added,"Goodbye Dylan, I forgot to say those words." I continued,"I will watch.......you........die. Hahaha!" I laid down comfortably and covered my face with my own pillow. I fell asleep.

SPS Agency: Personnel Files(Agent#3XD_LOLZ)

DOB:       Aug.20, 1995
Height:      5'5"
Hair:         Blue-black
Eyes:        Dark Brown

Demeanor:
                   Cheerful, ever-positive & w/ strong sense of self. A bit on the clumsy side, though. Devil-may-care, laughs in the face of danger.

Childhood:
                  Mother, housewife and businesswoman. Father, driver, specializing in taxi. Franz and Dylan were rebellious kids, always taking dares and breaking bones. The word curfew confounded them.

Education: 
                  Graduated elementary--- Sambag Elementary School. Got most of his smarts from the streets, books, schools and teachers. Record breaker in Mathematics. He got perfect scores in Intermediate Algebra periodical exams. Specifically, first, third and forth.

Status:   
                 Single and loving it. Not seriously entangles with someone but his entangled with Zaila Marie Hortillas and Inna Francesca Gomez because of some certain reasons..

Assets:   
                He's a fast learner and thinker. He loves arithmetic, it means that his expert in Mathematics. Volleyball player, a setter and libero, most talented & ball chaser. It sucks, he always suffers from fatigue because of that ball chasing thingy. LIPS!? As usual... I FORGOT!! BEST SERVER.... Peace out JP!!

Drawbacks:
                 Can one be too perfect? Still can't dance. He can be evasive and secritive. May have something to hide. Can you say Mississippi? I am lost.

Current Residence:
                 A resident evil of the dead road. Lots of color, lots of incense, lot of junk foods. Not actually dead. Duh!!!

Favorite Song Quote:

                 "And when I got home before I said "AMEN". Asking God if he could play it again."
                                                                                                                         -Taylor Swift

                "And I know you wish it was me, you wish it was me, don't you?"
                                                                                                                         -Taylor Swift

Favorite Movie Quote:
                 "Once upon a time, there were three different girls who grew up to be three different women. But they have three thing in common. They're brilliant. They're beautiful. And they work for me. My name is Charlie,"  -Charlie's Angels

SPEAK NOW

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in
On a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl

I sneak in and see your friends
And her snotty little family
All dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

This is surely not
What you thought it would be
I lose myself in a daydream
Where I stand and say:

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said "speak now"

Fun gestures are exchanged
And the organ starts to play
A song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains
It seems I was uninvited
By your lovely bride-to-be

She floats down the aisle
Like a pageant queen
But I know you wish it was me
You wish it was me, don't you?

Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said "speak now"

[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/speak-now-lyrics-taylor-swift.html ]


Don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
Your time is running out
And they said, "speak now"

Ooh, la, oh
Ooh, ooh

I hear the preacher say
"Speak now or forever hold your peace"
There's a silence, there's my last chance
I stand up with shaking hands, all eyes on me

Horrified looks from
Everyone in the room
But I'm only looking at you

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in
On a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl

So don't say yes, run away now
I'll meet you when you're out
Of the church at the back door

Don't wait or say a single vow
You need to hear me out
And they said, "speak now"

And you say
Let's run away now
I'll meet you when
I'm out of my tux at the back door

Baby, I didn't say my vows
So glad you were around when they said
"Speak now"

ILLUMINATI: Reyjohn's Wish

   The murky room became colder. I saw her eyes & raised an inverted cross. She was being taken by some blood curling spirits. She dropped the inverted cross on the ash and oil. She laughed enormously. Her voice changed into an IMP! Specifically, Cain, Nero & the most beastly beast, it's Lucifer. At first, he is very very handsome. Then, he turns into a demon, TRUE COLOR! After several minutes, he becames a dust in the wind. I forgot what happened next. I woke up and sleep again. It's just a dream. SO AMAZING!

Balikbayan Box (Nov.30)

    Honestly, Im humble!!(ows) Really!! There are lot of things that I can do to his/her hands. You don't need to discover this because I know you cannot reach it's roots. I am totally disgusted with myself but I still love my real and reel self.

   My uncle's balikbayan box has finally arrived--- crap humongous brown paper that speaks of every mother/father's longing, children's toothless grin & every Filipinos selfishness(pagkamarot). I don't need to explain more. I have received an item.

 Whitening soap!! I really love my uncle. He really  understands my situation. I am teased, bullied and scoffed. I am sick of this stupid things. Atleast, I am admired by those antagonists because of my smoot dramatic transition. But I still get stage frights, butterflies in stomach and panicky nerves.

 By the way, I already received my Nutella, Toblerone, Cadbury, etc. Melamine, Mad Cow Disease & Salmonella are threats. I knew already, it will vanished through time. No worries!!! I am confident that these stuffs are not filty. The most important is I can eat Chocolates & mallows.

 

                        "Talk is CHEAP. Deeds are PRESCIOUS."