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Monday, November 17, 2008
@ 8:13 PM


Soon be Over.

Whatever happened in the previous post is history. No one could ever change it. And I'm over it. :) Seriuosly.

PAASCU's not so bad afterall. I just hate the fact that whenever a teacher would randomly pick a classnumber, it would always be mine. Ano bang meron sa 21? :|

I just hope I'd be ready for whatever happens tomorrow. I can't let it happen again. It's too embarrassing. Why the hell can't I express myself whenever I'm called to recite? :\ Really, I don't know why. But words seem to come out perfectly whenever I write. I mean, I could've avoided the stuttering and the um's, you know. A while ago, I mean. It's just.. weird. =))

I will forever remember Mr. Pablo Neruda. And our English discussion a while ago. :)) Everyone's been babbling about it.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

I was, honestly, on the verge of tears while the video was playing. I could feel my eyes hurt for staring at the text being flashed in front of us.

I cannot believe that I could relate to it. Really.

I hope my dad would allow me to be at Tapa King tomorrow. I miss II1 already. :( All these schoolstuff makes me ignore most of them. :\ Ugh.

I badly want to change the layout again. :)) I just want to try something different. Ohwell.


OH! Before I go make sandok the rice, HAHAHA,

To those who would want to make my last retreat memorable, meaningful and.. special, all you gotta do is send me a letter. =)) Kahit "Happy Retreat!" lang. Swear. =))) Desperado eh. THANKS. HAHAHA.


Oy, joke lang. To talaga o. =))))))

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