AWAYIN MO NA LAHAT. WAG KANG KAIBIGAN KO.
.maraming salamat dahil di mo ko pinapabayaan kahit ganito ako. mahal na mahal ko po kayo Daddy :’>
.at happy father’s day sa “daddy” ko. si kuya wilzon. haha. pati rn kay “father” kuya wekkie. mahal ko kayo mga daddies. XD
.sa biological father ko, i have no idea of who you are, what you look like. if you’re dead or what, where you are. but still, i thank you. yun lang. kung nasan ka man, dyan ka nalang. hahaha. lels. joke larn. XD
.happy father’s day sa mga tatay niyo. at happy birthday na rin kay Rizal. haha ;D
*gusto kong mgtype eh. XD
OK. Lunchtime. Pinag-uusapan ang college life isang lunchbreak.
Karen: Wapin ne. Nan kayang course ko?
Carlo: Ay teh, alam ko na course mo.
Carlo: Damu… DAMO. DAMOO. Tutulungan mo akong kumain ng damo. DAMOO diba, para sosyal.
Registrar: Bakit ngayon ka palang nagpa-enroll?
Ashley: Para po suspense.
Ang adik talaga ni Ashley eh. First day of school nagpaenroll. It was a bit of a disappointment ‘cause napunta siya sa Cana. On the bright side, though, okay parin. Kasi at least, GNC parin siya. And katabi lang ang room niya.
Tsaka ang saya kasi kahit magkaiba ng section, magkakasama parin ang mga bobas pag lunch. Those moments when the boys bond together are priceless.
Ma’am Faith: What do the roots of trees do with the water?
Ace: They swallow it.
—Mrs. Ma. Elizabeth Morales
Sa bawat araw na dumaraan
Ano nga ba ang tunay nating dahilan?
Ang magsilbi ba para sa sariling kapakanan
O patuloy na mabuhay sa maling katwiran?
Gising na bayan, tayo ay magkaisa
Buksan na mga mata, palitan na ang dusa
Dahil hatid ng umaga ang isang bagong pag-asa…
Pakinggan niyo ang aming musika
Ang himig para sa tunay na pagkakaisa.
Kapayapaan ang aming tanglaw,
Kabataan… ITO ANG ATING ISANG SIGAW.
Basagin na ang palaisipaan,
Ang sagot sa suliranin na bayan.
Kung lahat ay tatayo, iwaksi ang sarili
At wag ng magtago…
To be performed on June 21, 2011 for the 150th birthday of Dr. Jose P. Rizal
Tomorrow is a brand new adventure.
We’re seniors now; new subjects, new teachers, new classmates, new classroom. Before the end of March, these new stuff really seemed futile, and we never bothered ourselves about these things. We never worried whether or not Physics will be more “nerve racking” than Chemistry, or whether or not our new teachers will ever be similar to our previous ones. No. We never did.
We still sang. We still joked. We still laughed. Why bother about school dilemmas? We knew we had each other. Everything will seem easy and fun in the light of the friendship all of us share. They are nothing.
They’re not really what our high school has become all about. The way I look at it, high school has been about each other, about friendship, and about following our hearts. So what if we had different interests and talents? We still fit in, like jigsaw puzzle pieces— like a mystery cipher that even Robert Langdon can never figure out how it works. We are different notes, various bits of music put together to form one song. Together, we are our own song. Together, we sing this song.
We love this song. See, this song is the magic we shared.
See, it’s a song, a magic spell, a wish come true. Call it whatever you like, but it will still remain a miracle to all of us.