Archive for December, 2005

“…O come and let us sing..”

Monday, December 19th, 2005

Napadaan na naman kami nung Sunday sa may st scho (malamang, talagang lagi kaming dumadaan ron hehe) at mukhang may event na nangyari at maraming kotse sa loob at labas ng campus. wahehe. Ano na namang mahalagang pangyayari ang pinagdiriwang ng aking mga fellow kulasas?

Theories:

Family Day kaya? Eh wala na nun diba?? Nung second year ata nawala yung pagcelebrate ng family day sa st scho… Yup. Naalala ko pa siya. Nirename nilang “PTS Interaction” ung event, meaning Parent-Teacher-Student Interaction lang. Yun lang. Hindi pwedeng isama yung buong angkan sa PTS unless parent mo siya haha. Ang korni! Grabeh. They were super duper strict with the policy! Hindi pinapasok yung ate at kapatid ko. Tas ung one meal and one drink rule, nag aaply pa rin so walang masyadong feast or anything. Haha. Kudos to Sr Rebecca for breaking family bonds! haha

Baka naman may thanksgiving mass? Nah. Not probable. Thanksgiving masses are scheduled at the end of the schoolyear, not the actual year. Tska hindi naman sinasama yung family sa mass na ganun eh.. institution siguro pwede pa. hehe.

Hmm. Paraffle? haha!! Bakit biglang yumaman agad ang st scho at biglang namimigay ulit ng kotse?! ha? ha? Bumalik na ba ang “Paandaran” days ng st scho?! Sheesh. eh gabi naman ginaganap yun nung grade school ah. haha. Nirevive daw ba. Tas kakanta sina Sir Joey (ei! belated hapi bday! ang tanda niyo na) tska si Dadioh ng “The greatest love of all” eewie. Ang korni ko na. In short, its very unlikely that our school would ever hold that kind of contests (kahit bingo ata parang mali eh… immoral ata kc gambling? ewan).

Baka naman nagbago ang ikot ng mundo at biglang nagkaron ng FAIR sa immaculate grounds of our alma mater?! huhu.. if that were the case, then pinagkaitan talaga’t pinag iinitan ang batch namin. Lagi na lang kaming dinedeprive of our happy high school memories… *tampo* di kami babalik sa reunion sige kayo… haha

Ewan!

diaz

Monday, December 19th, 2005

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I’m losing my best friend
I can’t believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you’re letting go
And if it’s real
Well I don’t want to know

Don’t speak
I know just what you’re saying
So please stop explaining
Don’t tell me cause it hurts
Don’t speak
I know what you’re thinking
I don’t need your reasons
Don’t tell me cause it hurts

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Don’t speak
I know just what you’re saying
So please stop explaining
Don’t tell me cause it hurts
Don’t speak
I know what you’re thinking
I don’t need your reasons
Don’t tell me cause it hurts

It’s all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are…

You and me
I can see us dying…

are we?

-don’t speak by no doubt-

numb

Monday, December 5th, 2005

Grabe!! Ang tagal ko ng di nag-uupdate dito.. ngayon lang ako nakapag internet after almost two weeks ata.. tas andaming messages sa inbox, nakakatamad basahin.. grr…

What’s new? Well, second sem na ng freshman year ko dito sa peyups. And I can honestly say that time flies by so fast.. in a span of 5 months, memorize mo na yung mundong kinagagalawan mo sa unibersidad, tapos magugulantang ka na lang dahil babaguhin mo na naman ang lifestyle mo pagdating ng second sem.. huhu… subjects ko ngayon chem 16 lec and lab, math 53, env sci1, philo 1, eng 10 tsaka pe3 sd… haha.. as if you care.

Pasensya na po sa makakabasa nito at napakamiserable ng tono ng entry na to.. Well.. I think only my closest friends know how down i feel kapag depressed ako.. sobrang malaking contrast sa usual peppy (tama ba?) perky self ko.

. . .

Nakakafrustrate pala when you realize you’ve done something you thought was okay then pero ireregret mo after some time. Tama nga ang sinasabi nila na you only realize the true value of something once you’ve lost it. And it hurts when you know there’s no chance of getting it back. You feel hopeless and shattered, and the regret you feel will linger until time helps you forget.

Regrets, but..

What’s the matter of wanting something more?