D, v.2

I don’t know exactly what I want to say.

But I know, your silence makes me like you even more. There’s something in you that makes me want to know you even better, that makes me want to take care of you…

…so please let me.

D.

your silence makes me like you more. :D

Just a Thought.

Because of an incident yesterday, I realized I could be reaaaally slow in understanding messages.

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A lesson for all of us.

Goodbye, Marky Cielo

You became a familiar face to us since your Starstruck days. I always enjoy watching you on TV, especially when you dance, and it always leaves me mesmerized. We were shocked to know that you left this world too early. Until now it hasn’t sunk in our minds that we’ll never see more of your dancing prowess anymore. It deeply saddened us.

Thank you for sharing the world your talent, though it’s only for a while.

We hope you are happy wherever you are. We’re praying for you and the ones you left behind.

You’ll always be remembered, Marky. Hasta la Vista.

I’ll try again.

I love watching fireworks.

I love the wind on my face, especially if it’s the last days of the year.

I love Spider – Man and I wish I could meet Tobey Maguire someday.

I love fishballs.

I love isaw more.

I love sitting at the far end of the jeepney.

I love iced coffee.

My favorite heroes are: spider-man, superman, green lantern, the flash and batman, respectively.

I love playing arcade games.

I have a tendency to repeat myself.

I love playing arcade games.

I suck at car racing, but I still love it.

I always use spider-man-and-venom combi when I play Marvel vs. Capcom

I love cereals. Yeah, cerealicious is one of the best things to ever exist.

I am a huge choc-nut freak.

I once scored 100 points on videoke for singing Barry Manilow’s “Mandy”, and it never happened again. That proves the thing was broken that time.

I am a huge fan of Westlife, and Mark Feehily (who turned out to be gay) was my first crush.

I used to be seen as “the kid with a bright future”. Again, used to.

I entered the most prestigious University in the country without having a clue that I could.

I took up a degree program without even knowing what it is. Now, I love it.

I am a leftie.

I love reality shows and comic books.

I won’t go by a meal without dropping food bits on the floor.

I love Happy Tree Friends. Talk about cute violence.

I love going to toy stores even without having to purchase anything.

I private read even if it’s prohibited.

I love David Archuleta.

I hate elevators.

Have I said I love David Archuleta?

I want to join fear factor so that I will know what I am really afraid of.

I talk a lot. I blog a lot. I write a lot.

I have four basic things which I should have everywhere I go: a clean handkerchief, my wallet, my phone and my iPod. Lose one of these and I’m doomed.

Today, I want to be an advertiser. Tomorrow, I’ll have another dream job.

I'll try my best to be interesting for you.

I love watching fireworks.

I love the wind on my face, especially if it’s the last days of the year.

I love Spider – Man and I wish I could meet Tobey Maguire someday.

I… I know I won’t be interesting for you ever, so I’ll stop this foolishness.

For Superman*

We became friends because of the most awkward ways. If I can remember right, we’ve been introduced to each other for four times before you remember who I am. But I have always known you… you are the guy who swept me off my feet on my first day in high school.

I don’t even really know what to call you: if you’re my best friend or a mere acquaintance; if you are my closest guy friend or just a person to whom I decided to confide myself in. we are so close to each other that you know my dreams, and I know yours. But you’re so far that the longest conversation I had with you in person lasted for just a minute.

It was just recently that we sent messages to each other again, after a long, long hiatus brought about by your being a student nurse and my academic stuff. It’s all so different now, the way we view things and our topics for conversation. I have sensed that you and I have grown and changed a lot, and the things we used to talk about are not exactly the topics we want to be brought up now.

I tried to search my mind for something we used to talk about… I found the words you used to say to make me feel alright. Though I lost both phones wherein I used to save your messages, I can still remember the most special ones, almost word-by-word. I remember you used to worry because I always stay up late and you fear that I may become anemic, so you told me to go to sleep. You inspired me, and I was part of you as well. You make me sad, and you know how to make up on it. You were the person to believe in me, even when I myself do not. You are one of the best things to happen in my life. I loved you very much, and I think I still do. But things aren’t the same.

I miss the old you like heck. I wanted to talk with you again like we are just trying to know each other. I wanted to hear again from you those words you said to me, that I am important and you wish you could make me feel it. I just want us to be back to the way we used to. I want to go back to those times that I feel you really want to know me as much as I want to know you. I want to talk to you all day on the phone, talking about things which are not important at all but I treasure very much. I miss the days when we talk about our interests, dreams, favorite movies, songs and everything about superman. I miss the days when we used to be closer than we are today... those days when I think I am the only one you want to know more about.

Those days are gone. Whether it’s because you know me better now and the stage of knowing each other is over or simply because you don’t care about me anymore, I don’t really know. But one thing’s for sure – I miss the person who seemed to care about me and make me happy like no one else could. I miss you who shares with me his innermost thoughts and feelings, because nothing of those were left. I miss you, and I just don’t understand why things go this way.

Let me be the one you call
If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone…

That song used to be your song for me… I wonder if you’ve forgotten it already. But I did not, and I’ll always be here. Always.

Just got to let it all out.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! (INSERT EXPLETIVES HERE) @!*^#@*!$#@!

Still it's not enough. I want to tear you into pieces so I would not continue to fall for you like this.

THIS IS SO FREAKIN' WRONG.

I hate you. But I still love you.

I just wanna go to bed, slash my wrists and cry myself to sleep while listening to an emo song. Crazy, but that’s how I feel. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

You know how much I hate to turn this blog into an emo machine.

Of Present and Past Teachers

Yesterday I was going home when I decided to stop by Mc Donald’s UN and get something to eat. I went to the restroom first to fix myself when I heard a song that I thought is a revelation… the song “Burn” by Tina Arena. Hell, maybe the song tells me to go straight home and review for my freakin’ majors (to those who don’t get this, I’m sorry). So there, I went to the LRT station after fixing myself… and yeah, I did not purchase anything.

After I boarded the train, slept in the bus and rode the karatig, I went to a shoe store to buy another pair of shoes which I could easily wear especially when I am in a hurry (I am using my hi-cut Pony shoes so… it’s kinda hard and depressing to devote 10 minutes just putting my shoes on my overwhelmingly wide feet). After I’ve bought the cute pair at a surprisingly low price (I just hope the pair would last long), I decided to board the last ride so I could get home. Then, going to the terminal, I saw my grade five adviser, who is one of my favorite elementary teachers (there are two, the other one is her sister, who was my second grade adviser). I almost hugged her because I haven’t seen her for a while and I was happy that she still remembers me. Hell, if I was her, and I face 50 (or more) students every year, and was greeted by a student from more than half a decade ago, I doubt that I’d still remember that student, especially someone who was not even her top student. But she did, and she even remembered to say hello to my brother, who was also her student. I did not even realize how amazing it would feel to see my teacher who helped me decide what I want to be, now that I am almost reaching that dream (I just hope I’ll graduate). But still, I just have to thank her. Have she not included me into the list of participants in that press conference, I would have been just another student who still does not know what she wants.

…but right now, I still have to think about these professors in my major subjects if I really want to reach that dream, especially the one who wants us to burn. Geez, I really hope I could internal-combust in his class so he would not have to do the favor and burn me, alive.