Pineapple Day!

Guess what? I’m feeling better now. Yehey! Thanks to Karlo Dindo “Choka” Manuales Torres. He is one of the wonderful reasons why I can now manage to smile and laugh. The other reason will remain a secret for now. :P

I’m so glad that at least I forgot the feeling of being confused and sad and mad even just for a short period of time. And the cure to my stinging pain was three slices of Pineapple fruit that costs P5.00 per slice. *grin

I was lucky enough to have met Choka at the canteen and was so patient of treating me anything I want. Hahaha! And so, when we stopped over Auntie Ynez’s stall, he found something that would really satisfy my appetite.

I could only say how Choka love me for real. And that will never be a lie. =) (Chos! Of course because we're friends.Ü)

PS: Now tell me how sweet my Karlo Dindo is. He's more like a brother to me. ♥

When confusion strikes and it knocked you down

I guess two of the greatest achievements in life are when you are able to control your temper against someone you hated the most and when you are able to control your feelings towards somebody you love yet you cannot have.

These two lived inside of me today. And as if they don't have plans of leaving me now that I really want them to be out of my system. Being in this state is not where I wanted to be. But at least I know how to control. Perhaps I know what's right from wrong.

I want to be free. Free from the feeling of being controlled too much.
I want to follow my heart. But my heart allows me to do what I must not do.

They said; never burst your madness over someone so you won’t get a heart attack plus a definitely ruined day. They said; always use your head over your heart to get rid of pain in the end.

Yes, I am presently doing that. But why am I feeling this way today?

Hah! I really don’t know. I don’t know. I do not know!

It’s as if my confusion before visited me once again.

Oh Lord, help me to fight against this feeling. I really need your enlightenment today. Please.

Sassy little girl ♥ Snobbish little boy

Once upon a time

There was a girl ranging from a sublime

A girl I met one school time

Whose eyes sparkle not just for a meantime

Then she started to fall

Not once, not twice but at all

She wants a 3-point shot to his ball

Ball of hearts, she wished he had recall

She tried as hard as she could

To win his heart for good

She strived best as she should

And prepared her heart to withstood

But this boy doesn’t mind

Feels like he’s just leaving her behind

A girl like her is such so hard to find

So he might as well be kind

***

A short poem dedicated to a faithful friend.

Autumn Cry

And with just one mistake

You threw me on that stake

What a mess did you make?

I’ll be living with this ache

You caused me so much pain

Oh please how could I gain?

It’s you I have to blame

You made me go insane

I won’t deny

I'll claim that I lied

Don’t tell me this is goodbye

I’ll truly have an autumn cry

You’re mad, I’m sad

I never thought what I had

Sorry, it’s my bad

But don’t scratch me like a pad


:'(

Innocent

I guess you really did it this time
Left yourself in your warpath
Lost your balance on a tightrope
Lost your mind tryin' to get it back

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything
And everybody believed in you?

It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent, you're still an innocent

Did some things you can't speak of
But at night you live it all again
You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now
If only you had seen what you know now then

Wasn't it easier in your firefly catchin' days?
And everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you
Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep
Before the monsters caught up to you?

It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32 and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did
You're still an innocent

Time turns flames to embers, you'll have new Septembers
Everyone of us has messed up too
Minds change like the weather, I hope you remember
Today is never too late to be brand new

It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32 and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did
You're still an innocent, you're still an innocent

Lost your balance on a tightrope
It's never too late to get it back

Today's his 151st Birthday

Today, during my History 141 class under Mr. Justin Jose Bulado, I learned about Jose P. Rizal and the things he made for our country, a lot actually. And today, is a very special day because today’s His day, though it isn’t declared as a national holiday.

Happy 151^st Birthday, Dr. Jose P. Rizal!!! =)

Why the flamingo is pink

"Oh I hate being brown!" cried Sam the flamingo. “Why can't I be pink? It's such a pretty color and not so dull and ugly as this brown.”

One day Sam and his brave flamingo friends said they were going to the dangerous pink lagoon. It had pink crocodiles which liked to eat tasty, brown flamingos. It was very scary, but it was their only chance to become pink.

They moved quickly toward the lagoon. Sam's heart pounded with fear as they got closer. Sam said, "On the count of three, we will all jump in together.  ONE... TWO... THREE... JUMP!" cried Sam. They all jumped in together.

They stayed in as long as they dared. Then, they jumped out.

"We're pink!" cried the flamingos. “We're actually pink! I like your feathers. Look at mine, they're pink, too." They talked excitedly about their feathers all the way home.

The next day, they were brown! "Oh no, we're this ugly brown again." When their feathers dried over night, they turned back to the ugly brown.

It was a very sad day for the flamingos. "How are we ever going to stay pink?" they asked. Sam looked up at the sky to make a wish and noticed there were pink clouds.

The clouds turned a darker pink as the day went on. Soon, it started to spit rain, but it wasn't normal rain, it was pink rain!

It rained harder and harder. All the animals scurried to their homes so that they would stay dry.

The flamingos refused to seek shelter because it was another chance to become pink.

The rain continued for seven days and six nights. All the animals stayed in their burrows, nests and homes. Only the flamingos stayed outside.

Finally, the rain stopped.

The flamingos started cheering because they were all pink. 

Even after their feathers dried, they were still pink.

And, that is why the flamingo is pink today!!

The End


***

Just this afternoon, around 2:48 pm, I had my story telling in our Literature class and it was like, “Oh myyy Golly!!!” I didn’t expect for a round of applause from everybody. With a blissful smile from my instructor after I ended my story, I could already say that I delivered it the way I wanted it to be.

My instructor, Mrs. Pilas, acknowledged and appreciated my confidence on how I presented the whole story in front of the class. Ma’am said that one male classmate of ours, carefully listened to me and stared at me without blinking his two eyes during the whole duration of my story. Hah! My classmates laughed and looked at me. Shivering, I grinned and covered my face with my visual aids for I was kind of ashamed. Hihi.

Okay. Above all, I just want to express and share my feelings on this little achievement I had for today. And of course, this little achievement will never be possible if He wasn’t present this afternoon, watching and guiding me as I again prove to the audience my skill in declaiming. All thanks to Him. To God be the glory! =)

Dreams get sweeter when you're at peace

♥ F and N ♥
~ Friends Again ~

‘Twas a fine Tuesday evening when I again thought of the painful words she threw on the inboxes of her friends who then was mine too. With the hurt that was still beating on me, I thought of sending one single message to the contacts on my phone, merely about her and my anger towards her.

I believed that expressing my feelings through it will let me forget the feeling that was crashing down on me. I really want the ache to run off from my veins even just for that night so I can concentrate on my history reading. From the moment she started to talk dreadful things about me, I didn’t take revenge by telling awful things about her just like what she actually did.

Suddenly, I received a text message from an unknown number. The digits looked very familiar. When I decided to open the text, it was her.

Surprised. Startled. Shivering.

I started reading her message. I really wasn’t expecting her to stoop down on me like that.

“Dreams get sweeter when you’re at peace, Nik. So I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

This is the middle statement of her serious and sincere apology when she finally asked for forgiveness from me.

Then, we exchanged thoughts and expressed each other’s side. It took us hours to finally be able to cut the conversation with a smile. Yes, with a smile. I bestowed on her the forgiveness she asked from me without tiny pieces of fake thoughts and white lies. I showed her real clemency. I gave her real amnesty. Swear.

Before I closed my eyes, I smiled. Before I slept, I thanked Him so much for enlightening us both. Indeed, He let us fixed the heart-trending issue I thought would never end. He made it happen because He wants His little girls to be happy. Thank you Papa Jesus. J

You'd become what you dream

Once there was a faithful dreamer

Fixing his plans on a cold December

Hoping someday he could taste the flavor

Of his wild imagination for his brilliant future

As he begin to paint a vague vision of his tomorrow

On an institution that colors his deepest shadow

It is a must for him to follow

The way that will lead him to see a place that’s yellow

He endure the aches, he face them all bravely

He never minds it all, instead he foresee

He continue to shape his life like a piece of sweet cookie

And dreamed that one day he’d finally be able to work in the city

One day when he was about to wake up

He was surprised with what he has become

His head with a toque and a white uniform he is wrap,

He stands up proud and said, “I am Chef Tom.”

Scream like a bugaboo

Back then I can remember

You and him were still together

Chasing sunshine love forever

Back when he used to see me never

Long ago he kept something with him

Hiding in a place that seemed so dim

But when he heard me sing that hymn

He left his girl, the one that’s slim

Oh please don’t react like that

You can’t do anything so don’t be sad

Oh please stand don’t sat like a cat

Don’t underestimate a pretty little brat

You said I’m insecure

Oh come on! You need a cure

You got so mad, you need a tour

Leave now so I’ll say bonjour

That silly text message you threw

I don’t care like I don’t mind you

Do what you want to do

Scream like a bugaboo

Stir-Crazy Girl

Maybe you get the impression

that I’m not as smart as you are

because I barely say anything.

I’m quiet, that’s true,

but still water runs deep, you know.

You’re always trying to raise a stink.

I want to kick up such a fuss on your face!

You need to learn that

a still tongue makes a wise head.

I don’t really mind

if I stirred you up so much!

You ought to know

how sarcastic you are

for reacting like you’re the one

who’s being referred to.

And then you tend to scare me

with your silly group message about me?

Oh come on girl!

Don’t be too stir-crazy!

They say stitch in time saves nine.

But I really don’t think I’d spend my time

just for a mean girl like you.

You don’t deserve

any of my precious time.

Please solve your own issues

because I don’t give a damn.