I miss the Tandem!

It's been awhile since the MSKM Book 2 ended. I really love the show so much that I could not afford to miss a single episode. I've been watching it since its first book. The reason why I love watching it is because of the bigatin stars most especially the John Lloyd-Bea love team. I love their tandem so much and |'ve been an avid fan of their tandem ever since their first and experimental love team in their first teleserye together in Kay Tagal Kitang Hinintay. They have a unique kind of chemistry which makes their fans nakakakilig. Now that's MSKM has ended, I'm just looking forward to their upcoming show together (if there is). I hope that MSKM will have another sequel in completion of the MSKM Trilogy. I heard rumors and nes on TV that MSKM is the last soap of John and Bea, I hope it's not true because I'm gonna protest! Hehe, just kidding but seriously, I can't imagine John nor Bea working with another pair. For an avid fan like me, I just hope that there will be lots of projects for the two being together.

i hate it when...

i hate it when im blue

when its hot

when i remember something bad

when im out in the sun

hahaha

just bored...

super addict

my co-CyberTropa is just driving me crazy

they already tell me that i am obssessed but hell no!
it is just..uhm, well, called fabatic, haha!

obssession to the max

kaila mo ug adik?

High school never ends!!!!

After three days of cramming, studying, praying and several sleepless nights, the senior's final examination has finally come to an end! How's the last and final exam in high school? Well, some were quite hard and some were a bit easy. I'm sure I'm going to miss the time when I have to cram up for a test or exam.
I am so happy that the exam is over but I feel nervous to the result of the exam. I hope the best, not just for me, but for the whole batch as well, especially class 4- Blesssed Rupert Mayer.

*** As we go on, we remember all the times we had together.

And as our lilves change, come whatever, we will still be friends FOREVER!!! ***

one day to go!

One day to go and exam will be over! Then I will graduate in high school (hopefuly!)

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

Don’t be fooled by me.

Don’t be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask.

I wear a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off and none of them are me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me but don’t be fooled,

for God’s sake don’t be fooled.

I give you the impression that I’m secure

that all is sunny and unruffled with me within as well as without,

that confidence is my name and coolness is my game.

That the water’s calm and I’m in command, and that I need no one.

But don’t believe me. Please!

My surface maybe smooth but my surface is my mask,

my ever-varying and ever-concealing mask.

Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.

Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.

But I hide this.I don't want want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weaknessesand fear exposing them.

That's why I frantically create my masks to hide behind.

They're nonchalant, sophisticatedfacades to help me pretend,

To sbield me from the glance tha knows.

But such a glance is precisely mysavation, my only salvation, and I know it.

That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love.

It's the only thing that can liberate me from my

own self-built prison wallsfrom the barriers that I sopainstakingly erect.

That glance is the only thing that assures me of whatI can't assure myself,

that I'm really worth somehting.

But don't tell you this.

I don't dare.

I'm afraid to.

I'm afraid you'll think less of me,

that you'll laughand your laugh would kill me.

I'm afraid that deep-downn i'm nothing,

that I'm just no good and youwill see this and reject me.

So I play a game, my desperate,pretending game

with a facade of assurance without.

And a trembling child within.

So begins the parade of masks--

The glittering but empty parade of masks,

And my life becomes a front.

I idly chatter to you in suave tonesof surface talk.

I tell you everything that's nothingAnd nothing of what's everything,

of what's crying within me.

So when I'm going through my routine.

Do not be fooled by what I'm saying.

Please listen carefully and try not to hear what I'm saying.

Hear what I'd like to say butwhat I cannot say.

I dislike hidding.

Honestly.

I dislike the superficial gameI'm playing--the superficial phony game.

I'd really llike to be genuineand spontaneous me,

But I need your help,your handto holdEven though my masls would tellyou otherwise.

It will not be easy for you.

Long felt inadequacies make my defenses strong.

The nearer you approach methe blinder I may strike back. D

espite what books say of men,

I am irrational;I fight against the very thingthat I cry out for.

You wonder who I am?

You shouldn't for I am everyman

and everywoman who wears a mask.

Don't be fooled by me.

At least not by the face I wear.