Prelude 12/21

Why do you cast your spell of love upon me?
To see my writhe in front of you?
Dearest love, you are very fleeting



Dearest love, why do you make the pain so heavy? Yet you make the enjoyment just as fullfilling
I'd do anything to be in love always


Is it too much to ask to be your slave, dearest love?
Or is it just for the weak at heart?
Bright love, thee wears thou name etched on my love-giving heart
I praise you and show off your name steadfast as if thou was art


Dearest love, lend me thou ears to where you can hear the song of romance.

Miss Murder
April 15, 1991
Aries
Astigkadasm
ChakChakChenes
Queenbees
2-6
1-2
Maranaw
Lila
Kalalleng
Mutya
Kristal
Araw
Gladiola
K-7
Green and Brown
Vanilla
YFC
Pep Squad MCGS '05
Culture Club
Mini-Theatre
Sports Club
Tennis
Golf



Days of the Phoenix
  • Rock Ed Philippines
  • White Band
  • End Poverty-Phils
  • Teri Guanio
  • Candice Tiongson
  • Ana Palomo
  • Bea Policarpio
  • Nikki Jurado
  • Andy Rapista
  • Archie Barbasa
  • Rina Andres
  • Gianina De Leon
  • Gab Madrid




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    6.19.2006

    Oh Darn. Ang daming nangyari. Seriosuly, its like what? June the 19th. Haha.

    June 15th

    Bullshit. I really thought Sports Plus would like show the Brasil vs Croatia game. Duh. Nakalagay sa schedule. Damn it. Argh. I never cursed this often since.. 6th grade! Fuck. (or was it 7th) Anyway. I stayed up darn late. Oh yeah, thats wrong, I DIDNT EVEN SLEEP.

    Argh. Anyway, past is past, i cant really do anything about it anymore. So yeah, I just went to school at around 6:30. Oh, I never really thought at 6:30am, the grounds of Miriam College High School will be filled with screaming, laughing, hugging, and some depressed students. Imagine. Its 6:30am. Even my friend, ana was early. She arrived around 6:38. (HAHA. 38)

    And I was early. EARLY. I was never early for school, except when I was in the 3rd grade. You know, when i was still riding a school service. Arriane and Chari are my new classmates. Im from 2-6. The next best section. (yeaah... right)

    June 16th:

    Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. I'll take back my word. THIS moment is the time where I cursed so much i hated myself. (Haha) There I was, running and gasping for breathe. I could feel my bags slowly slipping out of my fatigued body. Damn it. Its the 2nd day of school, and im friggin late.

    June 17th:

    Its my late grandmother's birthday today. :) Happy Birthday Lola! :) I hope you can read this (if St. Peter got an internet connection there).

    I went to the cemetery at around 5pm along with family and aunt. (My mom and aunt got there faster, cause my sister was like.. slow) Anyway, when we got there, there were bbqs and mcdonalds waiting for us to masticate them. Oooh. the smell of french fries. daarn. Soo goood.
    We went to church afterwards.

    Oh yeah, i ate some isaws. :) its good. :)

    We celebrated Father's Day since my sister needs to work, my brother needs to go to a debut, my dad needs to play golf, I need to eat, my mom needs to rest. So, we went to eastwood to eat and buy my brother decent clothes to wear.

    Afterall, hes carrying our name, Sam. We cannot let him get seen with a stupid shirt or whatever.

    June 18th:

    I did NOTHING.

    June 19th:

    As much as I wanted to go to sleep, I cant. I dont know why. Really.

    Anyway, frickin diagnostic tests. Theyre driving me nuts. my fave was the test for English. Aaw. I miss Mrs. Rayala. I want her to teach me. Shes like the best English teacher we ever had. Seriously.

    Im still looking for my S.R.A, florante at laura, and my algebra book. It was summer when i lost them. Darn.

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    My dad's leaving for states tomorrow. He'll be back on the first week of July. Aaaaw. I wanna come. I wanna buy some Old Navy, Claires and some Gap stuff. Im gonna miss him. :(

    ANYWAY. i need to do something. so.. whatever. :))


    What follows as the whitest lace of light
    just begs to be imbrued?

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