"When I was six years old I met him in the playground and he came up to me with a daisy, just the one, and knelt on both knees and asked me to marry him. So I pushed him over then ran away. Two days later he came over and asked if he could play cops and robbers with me and from that day on we played everyday.
At 11 on my first day of Secondary school I was so nervous but at lunch time he came to find me, and we sat down and ate lunch together. We did this everyday for an entire year. You were the first person I told about everything, about my crushes, about my lessons and about all the people I hated, and when I was 13 and thought I was the only one who had never been kissed, you offered to show me how, and by the tree in your backgarden we shared our first kiss.
At 15 we went to our first proper house party, and I got drunk. Even though I made a fool of myself you were there to help me stand strong. You didnt judge and you didnt make fun.
Over the next year we began to seperate, made different friends. I got my first serious boyfriend and you went through quite a few girlfriends. And then it got to May and that meant the prom. Everything had been arranged, I'd been getting my outfit for months and then the day before I found out my boyfriend had cheated on me. The first person I turned to was you. You turned up at my door with a bouquet of roses and a vintage 1950's car.
I laughed that night
I cried that night
We had three glorious yars together, when everyday I would smile. Even on the last when your mother stood up, in the church infornt of your coffin and began reading from your diary:
"I saw you when I was six stood by the bench in a blue checked dress and daisy shoes and I needed to give an other daisy just because.... Becuase i loved you from that day on"
His wedding vows written the day after prom, that I will never get to hear."
Sige na, ako na mahilig magpost ng stories. Haha...
Boy:I saw her today...
Girl:I saw him today...
Boy:It seems like its been forever
Girl: I wonder if he still cares...
Boy:She looks better than before...
Girl: I couldn`t help but stare
Boy:I asked her how she was
Girl: I asked him about his new girlfriend
Boy: I`d choose her over any girl
Girl: He`s probably happy now
Boy:I couln`t look at her without thinking i would cry.
Girl: He couldn`t even look at me...
Boy:I told her I missed her...
Girl: He told me he missed me...
Boy: I meant it...
Girl: He didn`t mean it...
Boy:I love her
Girl: He loves her...
Boy: I held her
Girl: He gave me a friendly hug...
Boy: Then I went home and cried...
Girl: Then I went home and cried...
Boy: I lost her
Girl: I lost him
Boy: *Sigh*
Girl: *Sigh*
Read this "HATE letter". It is so funny and creative. This is a loveletter from a boy to a girl.... However, the girl's father does not like him and want them stop their relationship......and so..the boy wrote this letter to the girl..he knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter..
1 "The great love that I have for you
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3 grows every day. When I see you,
4 I do not even like your face;
5 the one thing that I want to do is to
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to
7 marry you. Our last conversation
8 was very boring and has not
9 made me look forward to seeing you again.
10 You think only of yourself.
11 If we were married, I know that I would find
12 life very difficult, and I would have no
13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14 to give, but it is not something that
15 I want to give to you. No one is more
16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17 able to care for me and help me.
18 I sincerely want you to understand that
19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20 if you think this is the end. Do not try
21 to answer this. Your letters are full of
22 things that do not interest me. You have no
23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25 I am still your boyfriend."
So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES", meaning-only to read 1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.21.23.25. (Odd Numbers) So..Please try reading it again! It's so smart & sweet.... :)
Madami na siguro sa inyong nakabasa nito pero like ko to! haha
October 22, 2010 naganap ang huling themed party na aatendan ko. “True Colors” ang theme niya. 4:30 ng hapon, nagpunta sa bahay ang ilang TNP para mag-ayos-ayos. Natutuwa ako sa mga itsura naming habang nagpeprapare. Ayon.
6:00 na ata kami nakarating sa school. By that time, inasikaso na agad namin yung play. Maayos naman yung naganap na play. Nagpapasalamat ako sa mga tumulong sa amin na maging successful ang play na iyon. Thank you guys!!!
After that, party party na! Picture taking na din.
Madaming awards din ang pinamigay nila sa nasa party. Ang pinakanakakagulat na prize ay yung natanggap ko with UDA. ‘Di ko ineexpect na bibigyan nila kami ng token of appreciation. Thank you SC!
Hanggang sa umuwi na kami ng gabing iyon, 11 pm.
A small guy named Pedro is late for class again.
When the teacher sees him, she shouts, “Pedro! You’re late again!”
Apologetic, Pedro says, “Sorry, Miss.”
The teacher asks, “Why are you late again?”
Pedro answers, “Oh, Miss, It’s because of my watch. It’s always late.”
And then the teacher says, “Pedro, if that’s the only reason, please advance your watch!”
“OK, Miss, OK!” as he turns his watch dial. “There,” he seemed satisfied, then continues, “Bye, Miss!” He leaves the room and the teacher says, “Where are you going?”
Pedro smiles, “Well, according to my watch, it’s dismissal time.”
-- from Kerygma Magazine September 2010 issue
ang pwede lang bumasa nito ay ang mga gaganap para sa themed party na play. spoiler pag binasa ng di performer ang script na to. Ang bumasa na hindi kasama sa play, sasasakitan ng tiyan at-- alam niyo na kung anong susunod doon. 'Wag niyong sabihang di ko kayo binalaan!
MVP High- St. Sebastian
Sossy High- St. Cecilia
Rebel High- St. Augustine
Brainy High- St. Teresa of Avila
Nice Guy- St. Lorenzo Ruiz
Narrator: It was November 1, All Saints Day. A party was being held in heaven when St. Peter suddenly realized that the key of heaven was missing. He went ballistic.
Peter: The key!!! (Everyone turns to his panicked face)
All: (*gasp)
Jesus: What happened, Peter?
Peter: The Key to the Gates of Heaven is missing!
Random Saint: How can this be?
Jesus: Calm down Peter, now, tell us what happened.
Peter: I was checking the attendance of the party-goers when I noticed that the key wasn't where it was supposed to be! In fact, it was nowhere to be found!
Jesus: How did you lose it?
Peter: (starts to get hysteric) I don't know! Oh no, no, no, noooo!!! One moment I was holding it, then....poof! Gone!
Random Saint: Whoever did this must be found!
All: (agrees)
Random Saint: What if it falls into the wrong hands? Heaven might go in jeopardy!
Random Saint: Lord, what do we have to do?
Jesus: The key must be found.
Peter: But where to find it?
Jesus: The real question is who will look for it. Now, I’ve come up with a plan while we are discussing the lost key. I shall choose five of you, one from each kind to represent each kind to find the key.
Peter: Who are these people You talk of, my Lord?
Jeses: The Almighty Father will help Me choose. (looks up)
(àSpotlight)
(5 Saints, strike a pose)
5 Saints: Lord, if we’re going to do this, as it is according to Your will, we’re going to do this right.
Sebastian: Bring it on!
(crowd disperses)
Cecilia: So, what do we do now?
Teresa: I suggest we look for clues. Let’s gather information from St. Peter first.
All: (agrees)
Sebastian: I have a better suggestion. Let’s split up. Cecilia, Teresa and I will talk to St. Peter. You two, go to the gates and investigate. (Cecilia, Teresa, Sebastian exits)
Lorenzo: (while walking) So, Augustine! How are you today? What are you listening to?
Augustine: (ignores)
Lorenzo: (mimics a talking mouth with his hands) O sige, ‘wag kang makinig sa akin!
Augustine: (removes headphones) Oh, I’m sorry. Did you say something?
Lorenzo: Never mind. Let’s just look for clues. (searches) This silence is awkward. Say, Augustine, why did you become a saint? What’s your story?
Augustine: Well, never did I imagine that I would be a saint. I led a sinful life for a long time. I never listened to my mom. I indulged myself with women and alcohol. Then my mom knocked some sense into my empty soul. I saw the light and immediately felt the Lord’s grace.
(St. Monica walks by)
Monica: Hi, sweetie!
Augustine: Hi mom! I’ll be there for dinner. Roast me a chicken!
Monica: Sure thing, honey. If I can’t find a chicken, I’ll roast St. Peter’s. why don’t you bring you friend over there?
Augustine: Okay mom. See you later. (Monica exits)
Lorenzo: Hey, what’s this? (sees a clawprint)
Augustine: A claw print. It probably belongs to St. Peter’s chicken. It is the only chicken in heaven.
Lorenzo: I know that! But what’s the one beside it?
Augustine: A footprint? Hey! That might be a clue for us to find the key.
Lorenzo: Come on, let’s tell the others about this.
Narrator: Meanwhile, Sebastian, Teresa and Cecilia are in St. Peter’s room, rummaging his things.
Sebastian: Have you found anything?
Teresa: Nope, there’s none so far.
Peter: Where could the key be? Chick, do you remember where I left it?
Chick: Buck-ak!
Peter: Really? Where?
Chick: Buck-ak!
Cecilia: It’s useless talking to your pet chicken now when we’re on a crisis here. Back in the old days when we were still alive, my parents would spend money to find such a precious thing! (plays the piano)
Sebastian: So you’re rich.
Cecilia: Yes, I was. But money can’t compare to the love I have for the Lord. As a matter of fact, on the night before my wedding, I was converted to Christianity and offered myself to God. My fiancé knew that I would not let go of my faith. In the end, he and his brother was also converted to Christianity.
Teresa: You lived a comfortable life, Cecilia. In my case, I am a rich kid too, yeah, you can say that. But since then, I’ve already known my life’s purpose. At the age of 20, I entered the convent. In there I was comfortable, yes, but I sensed that Christ disapproved of it. Together with my friends, we followed a life of true solitude; we were in complete seclusion from the outside world. We called ourselves Discalced Carmelites. (silenced. Continue searching)
Sebastian: Hey Peter, why don’t you pick up your trash?
Peter: (picks it up) That’s not trash! That’s the lace of the key of Heaven! (hysteria)
Cecilia: I think we’ve found a clue.
Teresa: Wait a minute. There’s something beside the lace. It’s a clawprint.
Lorenzo: (enters with Augustine) You found one, too.
Augustine: I think it belongs to Chick. You should keep your rooster in a cage.
Teresa: What do you mean by, “You found one, too”?
Lorenzo: We found one beside a footprint. Augustine and I thinks that it may belong to the culprit.
Cecilia: Let’s take a look at it. (all exit)
Narrator: They all went out of St. Peter’s room to take a look at the footprints at the gate. As they were on their way to the gates, they saw St. Anthony, patron saint of lost things and missing persons.
Sebastian: Hey, you guys! Isn’t Anthony the patron saint of lost things? We could ask him for help. Maybe he knows where the key is. Hey Anthony, what’s up?
Anthony: Nothing, just looking through stuff.
Cecilia: Do you happen to have a key?
Anthony: Oh sure thing. I have lots of keys. The key to what door are you looking for?
Sebastian: (sarcastic) The key to your heart, maybe.
Anthony: Awww. Thank you. (realizes the sarcasm) Hey! That’s not funny at all.
Teresa: (Sigh) What we are looking for is the key to the gates of heaven.
Anthony: What?! The key is missing?!
Sebastian: So, St. Anthony de Padua,
All: Pray for us.
Sebastian: Oh, I think this belongs to me. (grabs the quiver) I remember those days when I was a guard of Emperor Diocletian. I was already a Christian but the Emperor doesn’t know it. I baptized and healed behind his back but later on, he discovered my secret. I was sentenced to death by being shot by arrows but I made it out alive. But you know what they say, second time’s the charm and I died at my second persecution.
Lorenzo: You were persecuted too?
Sebastian: Didn’t you just hear the story?
Lorenzo: I was also persecuted. I was in Japan with my fellow missionaries to preach about God but the Japanese officials did not approve of our teachings.
Cecilia: What happened next?
Lorenzo: I undergo all kinds of water torture. They wanted me to renounce my faith but I told them that even if I have a thousand lives, my faith will never waver. Before I knew it, I was dead. The end.
Anthony: That’s an inspiring story. I want to stay longer and chat but I have to go and deliver these to their owners. Bye, guys!
Teresa: We should probably go also. Let’s not stick around and just find the key. Let’s go see that footprint. (goes to the gates)
Peter: Hey, that’s my footprint!
Augustine: This sucks. It doesn’t mean a thing at all. It’s like we went back to the start. What do we do now?
Lorenzo: Don’t worry you guys, there’s still hope. The Lord is with us. (Looks up. Spotlight)
Cecilia: What is that over there? (points)
Peter: It’s chick’s feather and another clawprint beside it. (a bush nearby shakes. They approached it carefully and Chick comes out.)
Chick: Buck-ak!
Peter: Chick!
Augustine: Goodness! That chicken almost gave me a heart attack! Peter, I’m warning you, keep it in a cage or I’ll roast it.
Teresa: How can we possibly find the key when that annoying chicken is always popping out of nowhere?
Lorenzo: Easy, easy. It’s just a chicken.
Peter: It’s not just a chicken. It’s my chicken.
Augustine: The only good chicken is one on a plate. Speaking of plates, I’m hungry. Let’s head out to my place. Mom’s roasting chicken. (all agrees except Lorenzo)
Lorenzo: But what about the key?
Sebastian: We’ll look for it after we eat. (all exit)
Peter: Lorenzo let me leave Chick with you for a minute. I’ll have to run an hourly report to the Lord. Catch up with you later. (exit)
Francis: (enter) Hi Lorenzo, how are you? Oh my gulay! What’s wrong with Chick?
Lorenzo: Is there something wrong with chick?
Francis: Why, yes! Just look at him! He’s going hysterical!
Lorenzo: What’s wrong Chick?
Chick: Buck-ak!12
Francis: He said he ate something he can’t get out of his system.
Lorenzo: So what if he ate something? Any normal animal would eat anything.
Chick: Buck-ak!
Francis: Chick swallowed the key of heaven and is having a hard time digesting it.
Lorenzo: Asus, un lang pala eh!—What! You swallowed the key! (goes in hysteria)(towards Francis) He swallowed the key! Oh, no! Can you translate for me?
Francis: God sent me here to do just that.
Lorenzo: Chick,give me the key and no one gets hurt.
Chick: Uh-uh.
Lorenzo: Chick,give it back.
Chick: Uh. Buck-ak! (runs away)
Lorenzo: What did he say?
Francis: You have to catch him first
(the other four arrives and sees Chick running…)
Sebastian: What’s up, Lorenzo? Found anything yet?
Lorenzo: Yes! Now catch that Chick!
Cecilia: But, why?
Lorenzo: The key! Hurry!
Teresa: Looks like the chick is running 20 mil hr!
Sebastian: In English, please, Teresa
Teresa: Don’t you get in? He’s running fast!
(The five runs after the chick…)(Exit)
(Lights off… lights on)
(The five appears very exhausted.)
Augustine: Did you see it?
Teresa: According to my calculation, his distance, which is half of his mass times velocity squared, would not be very far from us.
Sebastian: In English please, Teresa.
Teresa: I’m saying that chick`s only there. (Chick comes out of the bush looking relieved)
Cecilia: Where`s the key? He`s not holding it.
Lorenzo: I forget to tell you that he`s not holding it. It was supposed to come out of his other end.
Cecilia: Eeww!
Augustine: Cool!
Cecilia: Since it`s cool for you, you get it.(Augustine picks the chick and inspects it)
Augustine: How am I supposed to get it out of his system? Why don’t we just slice it, take the key and then roast him. That way, we can get what we`re looking for and have a nice dinner.
Lorenzo: Stop it, Augustine! Be nice! Besides I think it’s already out.
(looks at the bush …the others will follow)
Cecilia: Eeww! (Lights off)
(Lights on)
Crowd: Hurray for the champs!
(choir singing)
(The five raises the key in triumph)
God: Well done, my children. You are learned to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, knowing that you’ll find the key one despite your difference, you’ve shown that you can be united and make use of your talent for the good and safety of many. Now enjoy your night. Party on Josephians! Whoop! Whoop!
