Ridge Ross De Veyra

Ridge Ross De Veyra: Hi! I´m Ridge! I´m a simple guy who likes to have fun all the time. I am a techie person and I like to help people with their problems... that is, regarding their gadgets.

Come and be random, have fun and be crazy with me! ;)

Rehab - Yan-Yan Alabado (Cover) Amy Winehouse by Yan-Yan Alabado

Rehab - Yan-Yan Alabado (Cover) Amy Winehouse by Yan-Yan Alabado

This is an amazing song. I hope you guys would like and download it. My friend'a an amazing singer. :)

When Hard Work Gets Paid Off

As I opened my eyes under the warmth of my sunny morning, I was already feeling anxious about the things that will happen today. Yesterday, I just received a warning from our class adviser regarding my place on the "Honor Roll". From that point on, everything around me became adverse of my typical school day. It seemed that the tables have turned.

First thing, I got not-that-high on our Chemistry quiz. It was heart-breaking because I crammed my head, stayed all night just to give myself a review about Ethers and what not. Actually, my score is satisfactory. However, I know I am better, I can be better, I can get higher. I really didn't know what was I thinking, and why did I let that happen. I was almost mad at myself for that. However, I've always kept in mind: I'm not gonna spend the remaining good days of my life, just for that one bad thing that happened. I am not that shallow!

Then, came the quiz on Economics. It was easy. I mean, I only had few mistakes, but still, it was disappointing. I guess, a bad message in the morning equals a bad omen for the whole day. A quiz on Trigonometry was also present. It was quite hard. The lesson is easy. Although, there will always be things in a test in which you are not sure of. What's more, there was injustice on the quiz. I can't believe our teacher gave those people who asked questions a minus one rather than the ones who were copying answers. Luckily, I got over with it this morning. For what reasons? That, I cannot tell yet. It would sound shallow and narcissistic

So, back to reality... Back to today. Obviously, I had to set my anxiety aside. There were still lots of activities that we had to do. One of which I will never forget is when me and my friend Aira Trinidad hung out at our Trigonometry teacher's office. It was fun there! He was accommodating and funny. I wish all teachers were like him. After that, well, there weren't that much actually. We just cleaned... that's all.

Until, it was the moment of announcement. Our class adviser started announcing the names from the 44th place. I was happy that everyone got very high scores. Although, I pitied those who went down. I don't like to mention their names. I know this is too disappointing for them.

The announcement continued on and on until it was on the Top 5. I am happy that I'm the 5th placer this first grading. All that hardwork with the guidance of God payed off. I am happy of the outcome. What's more, I am satisfied. Then it came to the fourth- my place during Junior year. I am so proud of my special friend Kezia Calderon for being able to achieve that place. She truly deserves it. Beneath her quirky attitude and her questions, lies a sophisticated woman who's about to break out of her shell.

Afterwards, our teacher announced the Top 3 and that was that. Then, I asked for our adviser to announce the people who got the highest grades for every subject. I am so proud, once again of Kezia Calderon for her best... although, I forgot what subject did she top. LOL. Christian Ain Bunuan and John Kennard Fronda made me proud too. For the first time, I hear Christian Ain's name to be the "Best" on one subject. She was the most excellent on our Economics class. Good job bes! Also, John Kennard, once again, she successfully won the crown of being the "Best in English". It seems all of her training for her Miss Pharmacy pageant thing paid off. All those listening, and memorizing the Q and A's of major pageants weren't no good! In fact, it has brought her an award that tells the truth, it tells that she truly deserves to be, and is, Best In English.

If there's one thing I'm kinda hating on the "Bests" was Computer. I was wondering why wasn't I the best in it?! I've been doing great there! Every hands-on exercises, I was successful. Even my best competition Gynard Alfonso didn't top that subject. I was pretty sure it was him and I who were competing for that place. However, it was his Brother Gyvard who got that name. It was really unfair. I feel unbiased. I asked our teacher this afternoon about that, it was because of that one slogan or poster making contest, whatever, in which we didn't win. But still, it seemed unjust. When I looked at the grading sheet a while ago, the top 4 even got higher grades on Computer than I did! It seemed so biased because; I am intelligent in Computer! I am good at programming! I know all the codes that we use! I know how to make  a program without even looking at our book!. It just makes me feel so "unright" for knowing that other people even got higher grades than what I got. And to think, that some of those people who got higher grades than what I did were the ones who were ASKING FOR MY HELP on our hands on and I even do their projects for them, ugh! It just makes me feel ****.

I wonder what was the basis of our grading? I'm pretty sure it's unfair. I am not mad at our teacher, I am mad at the outcome of the grades. They just seem so jargoggled.

However, if there's one good thing that comes out of this crazy mess, it is my new pride regarding wisdom or knowledge. No matter how high their grades are, I'm still the best in the application of the things that I learn from school. And therefore, I am proud to say,I am a learned and an educated person. Grades are just numbers. That's that.

Grades change, but the lessons you've learned from school, will always stay in your heart.

Tatak 2013 at It's 2012-est

“The keys of success are concealed everywhere. Be sure to have a bird’s eye view. For they are like opportunities. Once you see them, never hesitate to grab them.”

- Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

Today was quite an adventure. I really had fun!

Before I went to the training/seminar a while ago, I was hesitating on whether I should go or not. But, I’m glad I attended. I’d probably regret it for the whole day if I didn’t come.

I was almost late this morning. But I’m glad I still made it. They were registering a while ago when I got to school. The first that I saw as I entered the gates and stepped at our Plaza Maria was Kennard’s Harem pants. I was astonished. I’m glad she was able to find those pants that she have been craving for some time. She looked nice! Very dancer-like. Unfortunately, some of the people from school thought she was wearing pajamas. How ignorant! Then again, I can’t blame them.When you’re not familiar with something, you make think of it as something which is very different to what it really is. It’s not ignorance. Come to think of it, it’s mere innocence.

Then, I came to notice Kezia Calderon’s footwear. They were gorgeous and badazzled. They reminded me of the footwear of the ancient Greeks. Although, the ones that Kezia is wearing, are very fashionable. I don’t know why, but I seem to be attracted to anything related to Fashion this day, which is weird, because I’m not a Fashion person.

So, the program started with an action song as a prayer. To be honest, it was very awkward at the beginning. I mean, can you imagine people you don’t know teach you a dance which you are going to perform afterwards? As in, ASAP?! Although, we’re Catherineans! We’re good at adapting to changes and we are easily thought… well, at least that’s what I think. After some speeches and some introductions, we started our first activity. They called it Cinderella’s Shoe. In this activity, you are supposed to take off one of your shoes. The facilitators are going to swap the shoes into others and you are supposed to find your shoes, and at the same time, return the shoes that are given to you. Not to mention, we need to know things about the people who gave our shoes, and the people who we return the shoes. It was disturbing because I’m not comfortable taking my shoes off in public. However, I had fun! It really was quite an experience.

The next activity was fun too, although, I forgot what’s it called. The game was like “Open the Basket” game. We were supposed to look for two people whom we can shelter with our arms. On the very first round/call of the facilitator, we initially got eliminated. LOL. By the way, my partner was Aira Trinidad. It was funny and embarrassing. We had to go up the stage and wait for others to get eliminated. When they were done eliminating people, we had to show the ones remaining that we deserve to be with them. We needed to dance in front of lots of people, who were even younger than us- the ones who were present. Usually, I have stage fright- whenever I’m in front of people, I instantly get tongue tied or immobilized or what not. But today, I didn’t. I guess it was the spirit of fun enveloping me that I forgot about being shy. The only barrel of bad news a while ago was, I didn’t know what to dance- we didn’t know what to dance! Some of our classmates know some, but we don’t. So, all I did was, imitate whatever they were doing. Looking graceful or not, one of my primary goals were to get out of that stage. Luckily, I did. Although, some of my friends were still left. They weren’t allowed to go down yet and join the next activity.

The next activity was about finding our groupmates with specific animal sounds. Our sound was the sound of the turkey. It was hard because we had to be blindfolded. When I was blindfolded, it was frustrating. It was hard living in reality with darkness as the only thing that I am seeing. When we were allowed to take our blindfolds off and some of our stage friends were allowed to join us, we proceeded to another activity. It was about catching paper balls. It was the most difficult thing ever because: I’m not good at catching! I suck at sports. That’s the very reason I study hard. If I can’t contribute to society physically, at least I’ll be legendary in terms of wisdom and knowledge. And so, we were catching balls. I had a lots of faults. During the first throws, I wasn’t able to catch the balls. And my friend Christine Jewel Supan was blaming me for being physically incompetent. I didn’t mind her annoyance. It was actually true! And that’s something I’m not shy about. I’m not good at sports, I don’t care! I won’t die unhappy just because I can’t shoot, bat, hit, dribble, throw or catch balls. That activity was hard because we had to catch and throw multiple balls at the same time. We had to finish a routine with five balls. In the end, we succeeded. I am happy for my understanding groupmates and for our sheer focus on winning. After that tense activity, we took our recess break, which is provided by the facilitators. Thanks guys! I was full!

For our last activity, we had Amazing Race. To be honest, it wasn’t amazing because we didn’t won. However, it was fun. It taught us how great our team is on being sports. That tied-foot-thing game was extremely painful. However, it obviously was to teach how good do we coordinate with each of our teammates. I hope the other students grasped the lesson concealed. Afterwards, we had to use the sticks to transport paper balls on where the facilitators told where they were supposed to be. Once again, it was a psychological and mental test which measures how good are we in making in strategies and how well do we work with people we barely know. For the last part of the race, we had to look for scattered papers that concealed a message that we needed to tell to one of the facilitators. I think it was a test of honesty. Some groups crumpled other group’s paper and put it on the trash can. Obviously, that wasn’t being sport and honest at all! We were the sixth placer for the whole game. It didn’t matter what our rank was, as long as we all had fun!

There were other things that happened too in which I haven’t told yet. I think those are for me to keep private. Those facts/scenarios were about my friends and schoolmates whom secretly obscures pain and other emotions with the toothed laughs that exhibit on their everyday lives. I guess I don’t know them well yet.

Sometimes, it’s more fun to hang out with the people you barely know. They don’t judge you, and you don’t judge them. I guess that’s the beauty of having friends-you-haven’t-met-yet.

Suburbia

In south lies the crescent moon,

Floating dexterously on the  cosmos' starry lagoon,

Staring at earth in full brilliance,

Making all of it's spectators, feel in trance.

The silhouettes of human society cock overhead the slumbering earth,

Esprit couches shadowy, adverse the enkindled hearth,

Concord enshrouds terra firma with dense ligature,

While divergence roams, inquest for nonchalance in human's nature.

Peace slithers beneath the streets,

Among the houses, under the lamp posts, everywhere, amistice hits.

Accord is an unsang transcendent subjugator that hinders the isolated society,

It is a patronizing metaphorical entity that brings humans' sodality into deep harmony.

Yet, unbefitting all the imperturbability, roams hostility,

Underneath silence screams humans' careless cry,

An urban jungle concealed under the darkness of silence,

Obscured, yet, made legends out of its absence.

Man's vague notion furnishes it's fallible polish,

It brings the world an amalgam of both allure and blemish,

It cultivates tradition and culture, intertwining the past, present and the future.

It, then, just goes to show 'change' and 'difference' is the blood of human's nature.

Glee Summer Nights (Official Music Video)

I just love listening to this song. It reminds me a lot of a stereotypical musical high school movie.

Oracle: The Message Of Iris

The blessings of Iris shall soon be here,

Be brought to a girl, who lives in fear.

A cloud of golden plumage shall mark its coming,

Soon, thy maiden's wounds will be closing.

Troy: Heel’s Ran Red

Obvious and evident from the story or the screenplay of the movie itself, Troy is an epic story based on one of Greece’s National Epic—Iliad— which is written by the infamous Blind Poet, Homer. The story follows a young Trojan prince, Paris, who abducts the wife of King Menelaus, Helen. The aftermath of Paris’ actions is the Trojan War which ends up on the bloody death of Patroclus, Hector and Achilles, and the burning of the city, Troy.

            From time to time, I have witnessed lots of epic movies which feature the amazing myths and wars of Greece. However, no Greek-action movie— besides Wrath of the Titans and The Lightning Thief—has ever captured my attention and put me into a deep trance of amazement like this. The whole movie taught me how much could a father do and risk for his son’s sake, morale indisputable on the scene where King Priam—Hector’s father— ransomed his son’s body— A dramatic scene where King Priam even had to lose his pride and kiss the hands of the man who killed his son, just so he can get it. Beneath all the action and romance that the movie conveys, lays a drama about how much a person could do, just for the sake of the one he loves.

            Romance was incontestably evident in the movie. As witnessed, love between Paris and Helen, Hector and Andromache, and Achilles and Briseis was present.

On my perspective, I consider the affair between Paris and Helen, foolish. No matter how much they truly loved each other— whereas, both felt mutual— it still seemed that they were taking things too fast. Paris, abducting Helen— considering that Paris is even said a PRINCE of Troy— it was a very absurd thing to do for someone who is august. Then again, keeping in mind the mythological background of Iliad, the root cause of this problem is Eris, and her Apple Of Discord. Her actions during the wedding feast of Thetis and Menelaus resulted into war that led to a bloody ending, therefore, Eris, is to say, the one to blame.

The strength and the passion of the love of both Hector and Andromache to each other are unambiguous to the movie. When Hector was about to go to a duel with Achilles, he gave Andromache one last farewell. He was sure of the probability that he might not return again after his fight with Achilles— he was aware that his wife might be widowed afterwards, leaving his son, a life without a father.  By means of this, I am able to see how much Hector loves his wife, how much he is passionate about giving his family a happy life. Unfortunately, he died on his duel, living his Andromache lamenting for his poor husband who was given a miserable fate.

The romance between Achilles and Briseis somehow shares the same fate of the affair Hector and Andromache. When the Spartans have invaded or ambushed the city of Troy using the wooden horse, King Agamemnon kidnapped Briseis. When Achilles went to save Briseis, he was shot in the heel— the very weak spot of Achilles, in spite of his invincibility and invulnerability to physical weapons— resulting to his death, the death of this fine hero whom has exhibited strength, courage and goodwill throughout his time in the battlefield. Nonetheless, his death was not worthless, for his sacrifice led to the greater good of Briseis. Therefore, this proves a quote that I once read from the book Kane Chronicles: The Red Pyramid; “There is no losing… NOT EVEN IN DEATH”

            Another thing that I witnessed on the movie was how much Achilles valued his friendship whit Patroclus. A stereotypical warrior to me is someone who never even heard the word “friendship”. When Achilles have decided not to join the battle anymore— nonetheless, Patroclus wanted to fight— Patroclus dressed up as Achilles and went to fight Hector and his troops. That scene on the story reminded of a part of the book Percy Jackson and the Olympians 5: The Last Olympian where Silena Beauregard, daughter of Aphrodite, dressed up as Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares. It was exactly similar to the story of Patroclus; because Clarisse didn’t join the battle in front of the Empire State Building, Silena dressed up as her and led all the cabin members of Ares to the battlefield. Silena too, sharing the same fate with Patroclus, was killed by the enemy. It took me some time only to find out that the part where Silena dressed up as Clarisse was based on this part of the epic, where Patroclus dressed up and moved like Achilles. Having killed by Hector, Achilles was enraged that his cousin and his bestfriend was killed by Hector. Achilles’ anger resulted to his duel with Hector, ending into the bloody, but noble death of the Trojan prince, Hector.

            The last part of the story was about the Trojan horse. It appraises the infamous folly of the Trojans when they brought the wooden horse— obviously, a creation of their enemies— to Troy. It shows the ambush of the city of Troy by the ingenious Spartans, and the poor fate, the burning of the city. Moreover, it brandishes the death of poor king, Priam by the hands of, in which I find greedy, King Agamemnon. Agamemnon was killed by Briseis— a simple act of defense of the poor maiden, whom from the start was kidnapped by the Spartans. The ending also commences the story of Aenid, the epic of the Roman writer Virgil. I am pleased to see that they were able to exhibit the exit of Aeneas on the burning of Troy. However, I find the artist who played the role of Aeneas a bit too young for his character. When I read a summary of Aenid, I always pictured Aeneas as a middle aged man. Moreover, I wasn’t able to see Ascanius, his son— whom was supposed to escape with him. Nonetheless, I’m still delighted that they are able to link the movie to the preceding story, Aenid.

            Troy is a successful epic movie in which, I know, people will love to see over and over again. It is a movie that is able to showcase drama, romance and action and is able to showcase the value of friendship and family. I know, someday, this movie will have a remake, in which I assure now, will be as successful as this one.

            What’s more, the creation of the Greek writer, Homer, truly is a sight to see, and a note to never forget. I will be expecting for more movies which is, one way or another, similar or related to this. As for now, I am pleased with what I saw here, and on the other Greece-related movies that I watched. Kudos to Wolfgang Peterson for this wonderful movie.

We Bought A Zoo: A Movie Worth Paying For

I have watched lots of movies in the genre: Drama. I have loved most of them, for they did not only warm my heart, caused a great change on my emotions, but also, for they have served as an eye-opener for me. You see, that's my basis on whether I like a movie that I watched or not. If it has become an eye opener for me, or made either a minor or major aftermath on my emotions- moreover my life, then, I can say, I like that movie!

A while ago, I have just witnessed an enticing movie entitled We Bought A Zoo. It is a dramatic and a kind-of comedic movie that speaks the story of how a widowed father left with two kids- a young girl and a teen-aged boy- face on the consequences on buying a shut-down zoo. With the money that Benjamin Mee(played by Matt Damon) have earned, and with the help of the old crew of the zoo, they renovated and successfully reopened it, despite the struggles they have faced during the process.

Moreover, beneath the struggles of fixing the zoo and what not, lies a drama between a loving father and a son who seeks for his father's attention. It is a stereotypical story of a father and a son who are in conflict with each other, yet resolves their burden with each other in the end. Also, it is a depiction of how patient a father is to his son, no matter how much unbecoming they may become.

The story gets more conflicted and dramatic when they moved to the zoo, in which, Dylan Mee(played by Colin Ford) did not agree upon. This is the part where he gets mad at his father for forcing him to live there, to live away from his friends. In my opinion, I don't blame him! Putting myself into those shoes, I would've felt the same. I would've been kinda mad at my father too if he'd force me to live on a place somewhere I don't like, moreover, somewhere away from civilization, somewhere away from my friends. The only difference is, if I were forced to live in a zoo, I wouldn't mind. In fact, it would be a privilege to me. Imagine yourself owning a zoo, that would probably the best experience in your life!

Drama is not the only thing that the movie conveys. It also exhibits a romance, in which I find peculiar. And by peculiar, I mean, nothing like I've ever seen. The way Lily Miska(played by Elle Fanning) seemed so perky and all, and was always trying to get the attention of Dylan, it was, I guess you could say: cute. The story between the two, where Dylan ends up chasing Elle was so savvy. I am noted on what Dylan said on the scene where it is raining and he is outside the window of Lily. Whereas, he ended saying the words "I love you". It was so cute! Never have I seen a fine masterpiece that is able to make me feel this way. Kudos to Cameron Crowe for an amazing movie that is able to touch the hearts of more than a thousand.

I shall soon be watching more movies which may be similar to this one. I await for a movie that causes a great causatum in my life. As for now, I am happy with what I've seen. Having said this, I can say, We Bought A Zoo is an enticing, mesmerizing, amazing, touching and satisfying movie that you just can't resist to miss. Every scene is a precious moment captured you sure don't wanna miss.

Melodramatic Mythological Mania

Readers, it's been a while since I've blogged. I miss this! Throughout the days where I don't have anything to speak my thoughts out, I was in utter disaster.  But now, I'm back. A while ago, I have planned to talk to you about the problems that High School keeps bringing me- I planned to tell you how bad can High School be... sometimes. But after watching the movie Wrath Of The Titans a while ago, things has changed.

First of all, let me tell you about the movie itself. It is about Perseus saving the world from the wrath of the infamous Greek Titan; KRONOS. Kronos was risen when Zeus( played by Liam Neeson) was captured by Hades, his brother, and Ares, his son. Zeus, and all of the gods became vulnerable to pain, mortality and death ever since the people of Greece have stopped on praying on them anymore- the very act that gives them power. At first, I was astonished to see some of the gods die- turning to ashes then carried off by the wind. My heart sank when I saw one of my favorite gods, Poseidon, die- to be the first one to be deceased among the big three. I know, the Greek Mythology is just a compilation of stories... it's just that, sometimes, I just can't resist on thinking that the deities and the other entities in there are real. Sometimes, I think the gods are real... although I know, there's only one God. And he cannot be replaced.

So, back to the movie, when Zeus was captured, Poseidon told Perseus everything about it. He also told him to look for his son, Agenor, whom he told will help Perseus find 'The Fallen One'. He gives Perseus his trident, the very thing that he used to create the horses in the world... and also earthquakes. When Perseus found Agenor being held as prisoner by the gorgeous, Princess Andromeda, he tells him about his father's death and everything that had happened. So, they set sail for The Fallen One whom Agenor names Hephaestus, the Greek god of metallurgy and fire. They reach his fortress until Ares came in and killed the Forge god- leaving Perseus, Agenor and Queen Andromeda alone on the Labyrinth, which Hephaestus designed himself to keep people from easily going to the deepest part of Tartarus.

Meanwhile, on Tartarus, Zeus apologizes to his dear brother Hades for banishing him in the Underworld. Before Hades could forgive his brother, Ares, blinded with rage and power attacks them all... and that's the part when Perseus, Andromeda and Agenor reached the heart of Tartarus. Even though the three have saved Zeus, it was too late, for Kronos has risen.

When they reach the 'campgrounds' of Andromeda and her troops, Zeus was laid for rest. Afterwards, his brother Hades comes inside on his tent and saves him from the grip of death.

On the other hand, Perseus asks for his brother Ares to duel with him on the place nearest to heaven- Parthenon. They battled to the death until Perseus was able to retrieve the Master Bolt of Zeus. With the Pitchfork of Hades, the Trident of Poseidon and the Master Bolt of Zeus, he was able to recreate the "Spear Of Trium". The weapon that is said, to be used by "The Big Three" to defeat their father, Kronos. Perseus, like any hero, was able to defeat the titan Kronos.

However, in the end, he had to say goodbye to his father Zeus. He used up all his powers on helping Perseus and saving his brother Hades. As for Hades, he lost much of his powers when he saved Zeus from death and when he was helping the mortals on their battle with Kronos.

Now, I know this movie is generally classified as "Action", but, it almost made me in tears. During the whole movie, I was completely mesmerized. Aside from the fact that I'm a complete Greek Mythology fan, the story was awesome.

One of my favorite scenes was when Zeus apologized and forgave his brother Hades on Tartarus. Zeus was very godly and dramatic and all, while Hades was being a young brother who just seeks for his brother's affection. It was very dramatic. It made me want to have an older brother, someone I can all bro and consider as my bestfriend. That scene just goes to prove that no matter how hard brothers fight, in the end, they will always forgive each other... for they love each other.

Another was when Hades saved Zeus from death. He used up most of his powers just to save his brother! It was very touching! No matter how big was the sin of Zeus on Hades- by banishing him on the Underworld- he still forgave him, and in fact, saved him. And the fact that they still managed to joke with each other on that scene, it just showed me how close they were, and they are, to each other. When they set foot to battle the two-headed, six-armed creature- I think they're called Gegenees. I once read about them on the book Heroes Of Olympus: The Lost Hero I think.- I just caught a vision on how much fun it could be hanging out with your brother... having fun and all. I wonder what does it feel to have a brother too.

And of course, on the last part, when Zeus was dying... I felt the pain that Perseus felt. Losing your father on the very last moment, when you're that close to each other... it was just the most painful thing in the world. Although I am not that close to my father too, I still love him... and I don't wanna lose him. I still owe him on my life.

All in all, I can say, Wrath of the Titans is a mesmerizing movie that shows you how much can a father sacrifice and weep for his son. How much he'd rather lose some of his things in life, just to make his son happy. I saw that in the movie. I saw that in Zeus. And now, I wonder, if ever the deities were true, what would it feel like to be a demigod??? Would you be mad at your godly father? I don't know. Moreover, I saw how far can a son go, just to get the attention and affection of his father. As evident on Ares, a son would do anything to make himself his father's apple of the eye.

Truly, a father's love is the greatest pride and honor a son could have.

Time will pass. And I'm sure, the worlds is full of people with creative minds. I will be, and always is, expecting for a movie like this. I hope someday, I will be watching another greek mythology-based movie that is able to exhibit opposite genres such as drama and action and what not. As for now, I am satisfied with this movie. It has left a mark on my heart- about a father's love- and it will remain there as long as reality exists.

I Am Green

I Postpone A New Friend

Readers, this has been quite a day. And honestly, I don't know how to describe it. Things were both fun and frustrating. If I were to put it on my own words, I'd say, this day is below typical- meaning very frustrating, - and above sorrow- meaning, there are some good things even though, the bad part was a lot bigger.

I had fun kinda making Joseph Rubio and Gynard Alfonso... well, I hope, "jealous". Thanks for the support pareng Lord Emill Fernandez  and Justin John Pagalunan. Of course, the whole thing was just a joke. Although, I get this feeling like I'm enjoying what was happening. Well, of course, I did. I was only saying their names, but it felt like I was telling them: "Hey you! Stay away from my GILR!". Then again, if you understand the ebb and flow of events very well, you'll notice that it's not actually a good thing... especially for Kezia Calderon. I mean like, she's a girl for crying out loud! She deserves more respect than that. Kezia has been an underdog for like, three school years or more. And for someone who likes her a lot, it hurts to see her being treated that way, being used, being laughed at, what not. What's worse, I feel like I'm the meanest, the baddest, the worst person in the whole world. I was the reason she's, like, "being used". It sucks. She probably hates me by now. I planned to say sorry to her a while ago, when we were going home, unfortunately, we had an accompaniment, Jennie Rose. I just hope, by tomorrow, we'll have an intimate or at least, an alone time with each other, so that I could personally apologize to her.
Kezia, I know, someday, you'll be reading this. If ever I forget to say sorry, I hope you'd accept my apology here. I'm sorry. I guess, it's probably the worst thing that I've done to you. I've been a jerk, a bastard, I'm sorry.

Then, Aimee Layno made a bold and notable outstanding statement this afternoon. Let's get things straight, "notable" does not always mean good. Remember that people. If  the word "crush" can have many meanings, then, so can notable. I was to speak in front of the class a while ago, when Aimee suddenly said something that made the whole class laugh at me. Please, don't get me started  with her words. These are the times when I just wanna forget things. It was very embarrassing and frustrating. I mean like, even our teacher laughed at me. Sure, that's a sign of fame, or at least, getting noticed. But I don't like it! Rene Zellweger once said, "No matter how bad things go, we still must maintain our standards". I think, that's what she said. I don't actually remember. I just paraphrased her statement.
I don't exactly hate being told like the teacher that they compare me too. It's just that, we barely look alike! Sure, by the first time I saw him, I saw myself in him... but not my face. He reminded me of myself when he first went to the class for a practice teaching. He was like me, shaky in front of may people, doesn't speak well under pressure, and awkward and move-y in front of the class.. but that's that!
Usually, when Aimee tells that joke, or when someone tells that joke, I'll just laugh or deny it.  But this time, I was kinda mad and very sad. I was so embarrassed! I hate it when my damn classmates do that to me- laugh at me for shallow reasons. It is so annoying! I didn't continue on speaking in front of the class a while ago. Or should I say, I didn't even speak anymore. I held myself back. I was quiet about what happened a while ago, allowing my emotions to fully sink in to me.
Aimee, I am your friend. Next time don't do that to me. Your a human. And obviously, you know that! I hate getting embarrassed, especially in front of the class, and with the teacher. I know you'll feel the same when someone does that to you. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who does things to people which are similarly done to me. And, I'm not mad at you. I'm just frustrated. If you read what this article contains, it's just a simple compilation of my emotions of what you did.

Readers, we all hate being embarrassed, especially in front of the class with the teacher in it. So please, if you ever feel to embarrass someone, just... just don't do it. The winds of karma blows worse than what you did the first time. Remember that! And guys, to all of you out there, there's only one word I want to sink in to you tonight: RESPECT. Girls, they're like diamonds, they're very precious. Never take them for granted. Instead, respect them. You never know, someday, man might only be the ones to walk on earth and girls... they'd be nowhere to be seen. What would you feel about that? I myself would be devastated. I don't wanna lose girls that I like and not like. It's like, they link everything. Life is an ecosystem, and without them, the whole chain of life dies.

Walk Alone

Readers, it's been a while since I've blogged my heart out. It's just that, I was busy. School. It has been keeping me busy during the past days. But now, well, I'm back... Hopefully, I'll always be.

I don't actually like revisiting the past, so, I'm just gonna tell you guys about what I feel about today. There are only two things which are bugging me- it's about family, and friends.

It's been two years since I saw my parents. They've been busy working hard in abroad. I miss them. I miss them a lot. Everytime, I go to recreational places and see other kids, or worse, my classmates with their parents, their whole family, having fun and all that, I get kinda jealous, or let's just say: envious. I know, it's not a good thing. But sometimes, we just can't stop our emotions. And scientifically speaking, our endocrine system is an 'involuntary' system. Which means, I can't control the production of hormones, the very blood of our emotions. Yesterday, when me, my cousin and my sister were in Jollibee, I saw my classmate and her family. I don't know what I was feeling, but I kinda had a tugging sensation that made me wanna tear. I was thinking, "What if I was in the position of my classmate?". What if I were with my family, eating at fastfood, going to mass together, having fun on parks and what not? Then again, I know that won't happen. If you're thinking that I live on a crazy messed-up world, you're probably right. My mother and my father, they're like... on a "Feud". They're not exactly, fighting, or directly fighting. They just seem to lose their feelings for each other. My father doesn't trust my mother side... especially my grandmother. As for my mother, being merciful, kind and caring and all, she doesn't seem to hate my father, even my father side's family. If my father would try to separate us from her, I don't know. There's a possibility she won't let it happen, and there's a possibility she'll let the opposite thing happen. She respects the right of my father to have us, she doesn't wanna keep us away from our father. As for my grandmother, she hates everything! She hates us, my mother, my father, everything! If there's only one thing she really appreciates or cares about, it's her old life back in the barrio, where she used to live -where we used to live. My parents are not here, so, usually, I'm not the kind of guy, who's on full family mode. Time, experience and my friends have molded me to this kinda-morbid type of person who prefers to be clueless about things, and not care a lot.

I really miss my parents. I miss my mom, I miss my dad. Even though I leave in this messed-up crazy world and acts as a bastard son all the time, deep inside, I'm a puny, a little boy who can't survive this world without them. Readers, since we are all teenagers, I know, there are times you kinda hate your parents. I tell you this, never let that hate turn into a grudge or something worse. You'll only know how much you love you're parents, when they're exactly gone. Treasure your parents, no matter how much they annoy you sometimes.

As for my friends, it seems they are more bastard and phony than I am. This afternoon, I've felt ignored... again. I hate it when my friends do that! I am not a school icon, but I have friends, they may not be a lot, but they are enough. Sometimes, in life, you don't need a lot of friends, just enough. For that 'enough' are the ones that you can actually call "True Friend".
I belong into two cliques on the school, the "The Virgins", the one that I've been telling you, and "Lunatics".
My friendship with the other members of the Lunatics began one full moon- we were having so much fun, reliving youth, playing like we are still toddlers and acting crazy and all.
Now, there are times, when I think they don't need me anymore. There are times when they talk to others, and not include me. Whenever I wanted to join their conversation, they ignore me. That's what I hate the most, because I choose them over my two other best friends, Kennard and Christian- my two bestfriends from "The Virgins". I guess I have poor judgement over my friends, because I always choose the ones whom will make me frustrated than the ones who'll always make me laugh.

Sorry for this Aira Trinidad, Kezia Calderon, and Reynold Feliciano. I hope you respect my right to judge you, or to at least tell what I feel here. Internet is my only happiness. I can't hate people directly, or tell them what I feel about them, so I tell it here.
If you're ever reading this, I hope you won't give me a bad reaction. I hope you'll stay rational as always. It's just my expression of emotions. Nothing more, nothing less.

Readers, if there's one thing you need to be keen about, it's about your friends. You never know if they're like your names, who'll stay with you forever, or, if they're like foggy thing on your breath during winter, which will fade away, at a blink of an eye.

"Pagkain ng Gulay Ugaliin,Araw- Araw Ihain"

Ang batang malusog,

Sa tamang pagkain nabubusog,

Sapat na nutrisyon kinakain,

Upang malusog na buhay, iyong aanhin.

Pagkain ng gulay, dapat ugaliin,

Wastong nutrisyon, dapat intindihin,

Buhay nati’y alagaan,

Sapagkat tayo, ang pag-aasa ng bayan.

Mga saktong gulay,

Dapat nasa bahay,

Araw-araw itong ihain,

‘Wag kalimutang kainin.

‘Vitamin A’ na pampalinaw ng mga mata,

Dapat kainin ng mga bata,

Nang paningin ay luminaw,

At ng bumuti pa, ang iyong pananaw.

Kumain ng kamatis,

Nang kuminis ang kutis,

Ang gulay ay ‘di lamang pampabusog,

Ito rin ay pampalusog.

O gulay! Ako sayo’y saludo,

Dahil sa’yo, gumanda ang buhay ko,

Ako’y hindi lamang busog,

Kundi rin malusog,

Umiwas sa sakit,

Nang buhay ay maging kaakit-akit,

Dahil sa gulay,

Makulay ang buhay.

Poem: Cheating

Gracious am I to those who I sit with,

Without them, I’m lonely as a kid,

Dumbfounded will I be in their absence,

School to me, will lose its essence.

 

Math, Science, English or Chemistry,

Things to me will seem easy,

Whatever happens we will survive,

As long as together, we thrive.

 

Gracious am I for you’re with me,

My gratitude, I shall send, for bringing me glory,

Someday, you shall be repaid,

When in need, I’ll come to your aid.

Oracle: Wits

Obscured wits will soon be unraveled,

Explore the labyrinths that are never traveled,

Beware those who are on top,

To the deepest pits, they will drop.

Oracle: Fides

Brace yourselves, to those who’ll hold the pen,

You shall enter the brain’s torturing den,

Time shall perish in your very grip,

Wisdom will be your endless reap.

Diary: Neglection’s Den

High School. It’s probably the best place to be ignored, to get neglected, to be on oblivion. I’m not a loser, but I experienced that lot in High School. I don’t know, perhaps it’s natural in every school that you’ll go, or, the people on school are just naturally neglecting.

I don’t feel much good today. I don’t know, I guess my moods are just reflections of the weather today. A lot had happened since the last day I blogged. I’ve been experiencing, well, let’s just say, not-much-luck. I want to tell everyone what I’ve been keeping into myself, but unfortunately, I’ve gotta let them sink into me first. Readers, there’s only one thing that I wanna talk to all of you about, today. It’s “Neglection”. If there’s one thing I hate the most about my life in High School, it is getting ignored.

Of course, we all do hate getting ignored. I’m a kind of person who easily ‘not-cares’ about things in life. But this one, I just can’t seem to let it go. I’m not those kind of shallow people who likes to have the spotlight all the time, but I just clearly hate being ignored.

When that happens to me, I silently leave the room metaphorically wearing a mask. I always wear a mask. I always do that. I guess, I want people to get confused about the real me. I put on this happy face or something, but deep inside, I feel the opposite way. I don’t know if I do a good job about that, but it doesn’t matter. As long as I can do that, that’s what matters most.

This afternoon, I’ve been ignored so many times, my emotions were like cable wires connected to a desktop’s CPU—tangled. First, when I came to school, I noticed some of my friends- Jophel, KC Quiben and Danber Joy Villanueva, gathered somewhere near the school gate. I went to ask some questions, and to say hi, but unfortunately, I’ve got the worst feedback ever- I got ignored. “Hello! I’m Right here! I exist!” Those were the words that I wanted to tell them, yet, I held myself back. The school year has just started, I don’t wanna start a fight this early.

The only thing I was able to do, during that moment, when I was invisible, was to leave, silently. I felt embarrassed. Although, I assure myself, people like them, will never make me feel that down. I guess I’m embarrassed or feeling down not because of them themselves, but because of what they did to me. I really don’t like being ignored.

Call me shallow for telling this, but as I’ve said, I don’t care. I mind my own business. And what people say about me, those are not my business, therefore, why should I even bother caring?

I can go a lot with this, this “neglection” thing! Unfortunately, I am busy. I’ll blog better soon. And readers, if you ever get neglected all the time, it doesn’t mean that you’re a loser. Some people are just pathetic enough to not notice that might be, could be, and, is, happening around them.

And by the way, Christine Supan and Kezia Calderon, take note on what I kept telling you a while ago. A man is not defined by his actions. Man can never be defined out of everything. You can never foresee and foretell things about me unless you get to know me better. Not because my actions are girlish, it doesn’t mean, I’m not a man. You don’t have the right to judge me. I hate it when my manliness is being questioned because of my actions. Honestly, when we were talking a while ago, telling me all those presumptuous stuff, I was kind-of mad. But of course, I wore my mask. I don’t people see me enraged again. You don’t want getting foretold, I don’t like that too.

P.S. Readers, I tell you this, we all don’t have the right to judge someone unless we get to know them better, the real them! Just like science, you need to prove your hypothesis about someone, before you conclude to it. We all don’t want to be prejudged. So, in order to forestall that, we shouldn’t be presumptuous about someone.

Diary: Our First VIP Invitation

On special occasions of our school director- like Sacerdotal, Birthday and what not, the students of Saint Catherine’s School, barely get invited. Mostly, it’s only the choir members or the dance troupe members who get a chance to be a part of the special celebration of our dear school director. But, ever since the school bid its farewell to our previous school director, Mnsgr. Vicente Emilio Tugadi HP., and aided our great welcome to our new school director, Rev. Fr. Ted Lasso, things change.

Last Friday, our school principal has publicly announced the invitation to both the Juniors and Seniors from the Science Sections. Of course, we, the Theresians, the ones who barely get invited into this kind of event are very much thrilled to go.But, there’s a catch. Each of the Senior students must wear a classic Filipino garment respectively a Filipiñana Gown and Barong Tagalog for the girls and boys.

Preparing for this event reminded me a lot of my very first JS Prom. The way I had to get a Barong Tagalog by the last minute brought me a nostalgia last February when I had to rent my Tuxedo days before our prom was about to be held. Right now, I still haven’t returned my “Barong”. Well, I tried a while ago. Unfortunately, when me and my sister went there a while ago, the door was locked. And I didn’t want to try to open the door again because I know, I’d look like an ignorant trying to get inside a brick wall.

So, when I was preparing myself this morning, I realized that my Barong was too big. I felt kind of annoyed because, this kind of thing often happens. Moreover, I also found out I that I had no white T-Shirt prepared. I didn’t wanna wear the old one because  I know it would look like I’m a hobo half-groomed for the very first time. So what I did was, I looked for anything that can be turned pure white all over my bed room. The only thing that I found was my old SCS Dance Troupe Batch T-Shirt, which has printings on it. I thought of wearing that shirt the other way around, but I was still able to see the printing silhouettes on the shirt. So, due to my desperation of making the shirt look white, I wore my white shirt. I was very comfortable. I felt skinny, and I like it- which is weird, because I really don’t like being so fat. If it isn’t for the ‘barong’, I’d look like a complete fool.

When I was going there, I saw Kezia go to school too. While I was on the tricycle, I was thinking: “Yes! Finally! I’ve got another chance to spend even just a few minutes or seconds with her.”. I immediately told the driver to pull over wherever ‘coordinates’ we were. I really wanted to walk with her to school. Everytime I do that with her, I always feature a stereotypical romantic High School love story about a couple who always go to school together, then they become the talk of the whole campus. Sterotypical, you got that right! When we made it beside the church, the only people we saw were the other guys from the class. I was shy to go inside because I know, they’d make me feel out of place… as usual. Kezia served as my confidence blanket. At some moments, I was proud to show to the other guys that Kezia and I goes to school together. I don’t know why. Perhaps, I was trying to make the guys who have a crush on her jealous. When we saw our other classmates, we immediately got in. Everyone looked gorgeous and handsome. I really felt like it was PROM again!

There weren’t many seats on the church so most of us decided to go wherever usherettes told us to go. But in the end, our butts landed on the chairs outside, at the school’s ‘plaza maria’. Of course, everyone were being impatient and “hungry”. Some of us seemed disappointed that there weren’t seats reserved for us, when in fact, we were invited. After a few moments, minutes, hours, whatever!, our adviser told us there were six empty seats inside. I wanted to go, I wanted to attend the mass. My friends, the ones who make me confident whenever they’re around, they were gone. They were inside the church already. I know, I am a bit exaggerating on my statement a bit… I’m sorry for that.

I felt like a fish out of water because it seemed that I am the only guy in the middle of gossiping girls. While they were talking, I was like: “Oh man! Damn it! Crap! Why the hell am I the only guy around?! Darn it!”. I was kinda mad. Then, Christian and Jophel popped. That was the time, I felt confident hanging with the girls again. Not to mention, even with Kezia around, I wasn’t feeling good hanging out with them.

After a few talks, I didn’t seem to mind what time it was- or how long was the mass. When the mass was over, I saw my friends. Boy, was I glad to see them! I felt like I was bumping to a childhood friend whom I’ve never seen for so long time.

When it was chowtime, tables seem to have turned the wrong way again. I mean, there were some problems. It was hard getting rations of food because there were a lot of visitors. Some of our friends decided to go to Jollibee instead. But me, Aira, Jophel, Reynold and some of our friends, stood up for what we believe in. Or at least, what our stomach believes on. LOL. We almost had a chance to get our rations when the commandant of the school’s CAT Officers to tell us, both students and teachers,to let the visitors get their lunch first. We had no right to complain, because he was right. I didn’t care much about that actually, because I wasn’t that hungry. Although, some of us, and some teachers were obviously mad for that. If there’s one thing I can say about that, Rev. Fr. Ted already saw us on our lines. Why bother sending us back?! That kind of seemed pathetic.

In the end, we managed to get out lunch. It was very delicious. We had two turns on the rations. LOL. I guess it’s what you can call: ‘making things efficient’. Seriously, we’re not always in this kinds of occasions, so we took the freedom of eating everything we want. I guess that’s what you can say ‘perks’ of being invited.

There were some other things that happened too. But honestly, I’m not in the authority to tell that.

So, in consolation for that, I’ll just show you some photos:

Diary: A Day of Sandwich of Good and Bad

Readers, this is just a late article about what happened yesterday. I was going to write one last night. Unfortunately, I passed out during my power nap. So, here is my article about yesterday:

The morning was not the best one I’ve had. There were so many errors and mishaps that happened. I really didn’t like it. On the afternoon, it was the same. I wanted to be invisible on that day. It was the worst day ever. And ironically, Friday is my favorite day, and yet, it made me feel very worse.

Fortunately, during the last part of the day, tables have turned. Everything have been the best things with my life. When I got there,FOOD! Princes brought the most delicious spaghetti ever. They brought watermelons too, which were perfect for our day at the resort. What’s more, Princes’ mother was there. I felt like my mother was there too. I am a big fan of considerate mothers, which are like my mother, and Princes’ mother. When my friends came, such as Aira, Jophel, Kennard and the others, it was swimming time! I had fun. What’s more, I had the guts to show off my flabs. LOL. At first, I was shy, then, I saw my friends took their shirt off and I though: “Oh What the Heck! Let’s get to skins!”. So, I took off my shirt, which is clearly not me. When I’m in front of my classmate, I’m usually the guy with a lot to hide.

When Colleen got there, it was another Chowtime. The cake was delicious. The meal was great. I really was full. Gladly, I wasn’t like Kennard who got cramps. She wasn’t able to walk. Christian and I had to carry her up to the cottage just so she can sit and relax her muscles. And, oh yeah!, I forgot to tell you, with Reynold’s Olympus underwater camera, we took photos. But that’s to be blogged on the other day.

But Kennard was not the only one who got a unfortunate sudden turn of events, there was Princess Diana Daquioag too. She almost drowned. I didn’t exactly saw what happened, but they told me she almost drowned. It was a good thing that Princes’ all-caring and loving mother was there. She took care of Diana and helped her get her composure back.

When our friends started going home one by one, we knew home time was near. When Princes’ mother decided it’s time for them to go home, we also decided to go home too. At least, partly go home.We took a shower. It was funny at the bathroom. We all took a shower at the same time. Girls and guys, at the very same shower room. Some were shirtless, some were not. It was like were racing against time on the art of taking a bath.  Unfortunately, the shower did us no good. Our hair still felt rough due to the chlorine on the pool water, so did my skin- which I didn’t tolerate because I try to keep my skin smooth.

When we were all dolled up and ready to go home, I found out that one of our classmate is not going home. Dane Mark Concepcion. He says he’s afraid his parents might get mad at him. Duh! That’s the consequence of not asking for permission. He decided to sleep on his friends’ house, on Princes’ house. Honestly, I’ve been through much worse family problem, so that didn’t seem to be a big of a deal. Although, the not-going home part, that’s something I never wanna experience. Come to think of it, if he didn’t go home, then his parents are twice as mad than they were before when he didn’t ask for their permission. Then again, who am I to speak, I really don’t know the whole story.

When we were going home, Princes’ mother gave us a ride. We stood on the back of their vehicle, in which, I don’t know what do you call it. I am not much on vehicles, so as long as I can ride on them, that’s the only thing that matters- I don’t care about the names. We got home very early. Travelling on the evening, beneath the darkness, it felt good. The cold air damping on my face felt twice as good. It really was the best day ever.

 

So now, here are some pictures that were taken from last night. The rest, you’ll see it on my upcoming articles:

People had so much great time.

Every event is a photo opt..

Lara Labitoria and Me. I’ve had so much fun…

LOL. Who took this picture?!

I was trying to get a photo inspired by one of their photoshoots on ANTM that I once saw. It was on Cycle 11, I think. Gladly, Kennard was able to do that pause.

What was I doing here?! LOL

I don’t know what to call myself…LOL

Oh yeah baby! I’m a hunk on the chest. I wish I had abs, or at least, just a fit body. LOL

As I’ve said, friends have perks. And of course, friends are our perks themselves.

A SENIORLY FAREWELL TO THE DEAR SENIORS

Dear Seniors

In not a moment too soon, you’ll be giving your beloved Alma Mater- Saint Catherine’s School your sincerest “Adios”. Therefore, I would like to wish you luck for your upcoming cruise to your next journey, college.

It is such a misery that SCS will once again lose one of their prized students. But what can we do? Life is short. High School is like a four-staged metamorphosis; you start your journey as freshman, and continue to the next chapter of your life as seniors. Still, on the so-infinite period of time that fate has given us to be with you, it is without-a-doubt, we could say, that you gave done great jobs in helping the school flourish to its best state. I mean, who could ever forget your year? You came here to seek knowledge, and education here has not only given knowledge, it has also given you memories that would last in our photographic minds until the “End of Time” comes. On the sophomore year, where you became free, the time where you have shown to the school the essence of your presence. When you were juniors, the time to shift from mature to amateur, it is when the embossment of the products of your fruitful maturity during the third stage of your “four-staged-metamorphosis” has begun to exist. And now, now that you’re seniors, all I can say is, “who could even neglect the changes that you have given to Saint Catherine’s School?”, or the footsteps that you have left, you have been leaving, and the footsteps that you are about to leave.

But my dear seniors “BRACE YOURSELVES”. As you now take the next chapter where everything revolves around your studies, I warn you, be careful. For every journey, there is always the rigid and the smooth; it is up to you whether you’ll maintain the smoothness of your journey and whether you’ll turn the rigid journey to the smoothest that it can be. Life is all about failures. So if you somehow manage to fail, don’t keep in your head and let it haunt you, it will slow you down or somehow cease you, put it beneath your toes and use it as a ramp, a ramp that will help you reach even the most unthinkable.

We, the juniors, your successors, promise to follow your footsteps. We promise to continue what you have started and be good role models like you.

God Bless and Good Luck as you once again unravel another part of your life, And Kudos for your successful reign on the Catherinean Youth.

Sincerely,

The Juniors

Do I Really Deserve You?

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

Every time I walk on the corridor,

I always wait and hope for the girl that I adore,

Hoping that she would see me,

And praying that I’m the only one she’ll see.

 

Every time I walk beside her classroom,

Everything around me seem to bloom,

Everything becomes gloomy,

And I start to feel happy.

 

But all those feelings are now gone,

For my despise for her has just began.

“My dear dear Inspiration,

You are now my Persecution.”

 

When I was loving you, happiness was what I always gain,

But now, the only thing that I receive is pain,

Pain that I get when I see that you’re both together,

Together lying in the arms of each other.

 

Sometimes I hurt myself,

But I’d just stand up and ask my self,

“Do I really deserve you?

Are you worthy of a guy who’ll always be true?”

 

At 1^st I thought that, with those beautiful eyes,

You will never tell me lies.

But I guess I’m incorrect,

For those of yours, I did neglect.

 

How I hate the way you hurt me,

Putting me in a cage and never setting me free,

“Do You Hate Me?” or “Do You Hate My Love?”

“Or Perhaps, It’s me that you don’t wanna have?”

 

But I should not bother,

What you feel for me should not matter.

It’s you that I should ignore,

Not those people who cares for me by knocking on my door.

 

Goodbye Temptation,

Perhaps, I should thank you for my persecution,

For it helped me realize that I should give you my farewell,

Farewell to the girl, whom I thought would always make me feel well.

 

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Goodbye “I Love You”

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

Perhaps, now’s the time for me to stop loving you,

Maybe all this time, that’s what I should have knew,

Perhaps, I should say goodbye to my Inspiration,

And say hello to Persecution.

 

Though when I see you in the out,

You’re the one who always shine out,

Though when I feel Blue,

You’re the one who makes me happy, and you’re the one who sets my sadness through.

 

But I should come into my senses!

I should give my soul something that cleanses.

Something that would help me forget you,

Something that would cleanse away all this feelings which should know be through.

 

Though, then again,

My love for you I should lengthen.

For heart, beauty and brains is hard to find,

Plus, I’ll never know if what I’ll find would be also kind.

 

Goodbye My Love!

Even though you’re the best thing I’ve ever have.

To you, I should never care,

On what you do, I should not even mind to be aware.

 

Though there’s these forces that always stop me,

They make me wonder if I should really set you free.

Should I still love you?

Loving you-is that what I should do?

 

Aargh! Now I’m bewildered,

With these informations that I have gathered.

Shall I Love you? Shall I love you not?

Ooh I hope you can help me and tell me what.

 

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Juvenile Amity

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

I once had a Crush,

She always made me blush,

She always smiled at me,

And always made me happy.

 

She was my inspiration,

Whom I always had an affection,

She was just a teen,

A teenager at the age of fifteen.

 

She was very smart,

A lover who uses the mind than the heart,

She knew what was right,

And the wrong that could cause a fight.

 

She was very pretty,

From the outside and the inside of her body.

She was gorgeous from the outside,

Especially in the inside.

 

She had the nicest lips,

And the nose that had the best tips,

She has the softest voice I’ve ever heard,

For she was the prettiest girl from the herd.

 

She was very brainy,

The very criterion that kept me happy,

Science nor Math,

She’d solve them without asking “What?”.

I loved her with all my heart,

To her, I did not want to apart.

But Amity,

Did she feel for me?

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My dear guarding angel

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

My dear guardian Angel,

Thank you for guiding me,

Always making me Happy,

To keep me away from Hell.

 

Thank you for teaching me,

The things that I could do to make everyone Happy,

For bringing me along,

To the path that taught me to differentiate what’s right and wrong.

 

But most especially,

Thank you for showing me,

The grateful things that the Lord has done,

To each and everyone.

 

This is all I’ve got to say,

During this moment while I pray.

I’ll pray to you again,

AMEN.

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