Quotes straight from my cellphone!

Technology.
They give me the best of evrythin.
And I'm lovin evry minute of my beybeh.
It's not what you think it is, this so called 'beybeh' is none other than my cellphone!
Well, let me share to you some of my favorite stored messages in my inbox. ;p

This one was the oldest. It came from *rujay a.k.a. ate love*

thngs money cant buy:
+ gettin 2 a clas late & realizing da prof isn't der yet
+ lying on da grass & staring at da sky
+ a perfectly delivered punclyn
+ a hartfelt lafter
+ dancing n da rain
+ waking up early n da mornin and findin out dat skul has bin canceled
+ passin a test u wer ur goin 2 fail
+ watchin da sunrise & sunset
+ singin n da shower
+ m8ng som1 lyk u

Happiness isnt bout money. 8s every lil thing around u! Luv and appreciate!

Here is another one from *my bro*. ;p

Tru meanin of LOVE:

F 8s bcoz of his eyes or body, 8s NOT love. 8s LUST.
F 8s bcoz of his intelligence or insyt about life, 8s NOT love. 8s ADMIRATION.
F 8s bcoz he cries everytym u try 2 leave, 8s NOT love. 8s PITY.
F 8s he makes u 4get 2 study & slip 8s NOT love. 8s INFATUATION.

LOVE is wen u do not know y u sim 2 b attracted 2 a person. Coz love has 8s reason.
And dat reason is unknown. xD


This one is from my classmate *riza*. Got to keep this one.

Nurses' defintion of LOVE:

-- Luv s a disease of man's anatomy, comunicable wid no etiology, once frustrated results 2 allergy.
-- Congenital symptoms reveal ANOREXIA; lack of appetite may lead to INSOMNIA, f u wont b careful may lead to COMA, n 8s malignancy, luv wil lead to no treatment, nor can we dscover any mdication, but in love's addiction, a KISS is an emollient & a tranquilizerto heal disappointments. ;p

Stil from *riza*

I knw y pipol laugh...
Dey laugh bcoz 8 hurts so much..

And its da only thing dat wil make it stop hurting. -- ROBERT HEINLEIN

This one is from *momi melai*

Sumtyms..
ul fynd sum1 u can share secrets wid. Dey r called BESTFRIENDS.
ul fynd sum1 u share swit and intim8 moments. Dey r called SOULMATES.
ul find sum1 hu cn myk u laf & cheer u up. Dey r called ENTERTAINERS.
ul fynd sum1 hu knocks u off ur feet. Dey r called CRUSHES.
ul fynd sum1 hu annoys u & teases u but u ac2aly dont get mad. Dey r called SPECIAL.

& sumtyms ul find out dat dey r ONE and THE SAME.

This one is from another classmate of mine. *porferia*

NURSING diagnosis ng mga inluv:

miss mo= alteration n comfort; pain @ da chest are related 2 missing sum1
ksma mo xa= risk 4 dehydration related 2 our perspiration
snagot kna= increased cardiac output related 2 happiness
pg ng away kau= slip pattern disturbance related 2 luv quarells
pg nag break= imbalanced nutrition less dan body requirements related 2 NPO 4 1 mo. secondary 2 breakup.

Here are from *christian*

"most of wats bein said about me by other people doesnt really say about WHO I AM, it tells more about WHO THEY ARE"


"pretendin2 b frends wid da 1 u luv is lyk breathin underwater. u cant hold it too long.
f u do, u wont make it out alive"

I have lots more but I'l share it to you some other days. ;p

Predicament of an unwanted child

“Mama, where are we going?” six-year-old Sophie asked. In her arms was her favorite doll, which she named Dorothy. That was the last gift her father had given her before he died. And to her, it was very special. She has the same short golden curls and ocean blue eyes paired with long thick lashes just like his father. She loved his father so much.

“You don’t need to know. Just remember to be at your best behavior. And I mean it.” Mrs. Herbert looked at her child sternly. “I’ll be right back.” With that, she got out of the car.

Little Sophie was in the van with her nanny, Ms. Dela cour. The child looked at her caretaker with deep innocent eyes and asked, “Why does Mama seems to be mad at me at all times, Nanny? Did I do anything wrong?”

The concierge can’t help but feel pitiful to her acquitted girl. “Nothing, my dear. Let’s just try to understand your Mama. Maybe she’s tired.”

Mrs. Herbert came back to the car. She glanced through the vehicle’s window. “C’mon. Remember, best behavior.”

With that, Sophie, her mother and Ms. Dela Cour proceeded to the building. Inside, there seems to be a celebration. The small place is full of people. It was nicely decorated with magnificent lanterns that hung over the ceilings. A banquet was placed in the center of the room.

“Take care of her.” By the way Ms. Herbert said that was she meant it badly. The nanny clasped her hand to the child’s. “Stay right beside me. We don’t want any bad thing to happen won’t we?” The child nodded as a sign of confirmation.

Thirty minutes passed by and more people came. Sophie played with the other six-year old children.

A mean kid suddenly grabbed Sophie’s doll. “Hey, that’s mine!” she exclaimed. The kid just laughed. “It’s mine now. “ With that, the kid tossed the doll and stepped on it. “Give it back!” Sophie was now hysterical. It was his dad’s last gift to her before he died. It meant everything to her.

She grabbed for the kid’s hair and started pulling it. “My hair! Ouch! It hurts! Daddy!” the cruel toddler screamed. Soon, all the people were staring at the small fuss. A forty year old man emerges out of the crowd. Then Sophie’s mother followed. “What is all this about?” the man asked. The kid ran to his father’s arms and faked to cry. “It was her fault Daddy. She started grabbing my locks for no reason. She’s crazy!”

All eyes seemed to be glued on Sophie. “No, it’s not true. She began with-“ Her mother did not let her finish. “Apologize, Sophie.” She looked at the child intently. Sophie knows that look. Her mom’s mad. Real mad.

Sophie took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” the kid said sarcastically.

Mrs. Herbert turned to the man and asked for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, Sir. This would not happen again.”

“You better watch your child, Ms. Herbert. Or I’ll fire you if you mess with my daughter again. C’mon, honeykins. I’ll treat you to an ice cream.” “Really? Thank you, Daddy!” the kid said victoriously.

The crowd began to disperse. In no time, everything was back to normal. But not to Sophie, it wasn’t.

“Bring her to the car now Ms. Dela Cour.” Ms. Herbert commanded. The nanny obeyed and brought the child outside. Sophie picked her wrecked toy on the way and sobbed.

“Mama is going to punish me again. It will hurt a lot, Nanny”, the child continued to weep. “Nanny’s here. Don’t worry.” she assured the toddler.

When Ms. Herbert came to the car, she turned the key to ignition and drove it home quickly.

When they reached inside the house, Sophie kept grasping for her caretaker’s dress. She won’t let go no matter what.

“You can go now, Ms. Dela Cour. Leave us and Sophie alone.” Ms. Herbert directed.

“Don’t do anything painful to the child again, Ma’am. I’m begging you.”

“She’s my child and I can do anything to her. Now go!” Without any hesitation, she grabbed the child harshly. Ms. Dela Cour had no choice and left the room.

“What did I tell you before the party Sophie?” Her voice sounded calm yet Sophie knows that her mom is furious with her.

“B-be at my best behavior.” Sophie was frightened of what is going to happen next.

“But what did you do?” Ms. Herbert continued to ask. “You ruined everything. You were stubborn! Always stubborn!” she raised her voice at her.

“But she is trying to ruin Papa’s gift for me, Mama.”

“Did I tell you to speak, huh?” She slapped the child.

“You know what? It was your fault why your father died! You were so obstinate! At your 6^th year party, I just wanted a simple gathering, but no, you want to go swimming! You told your father to have a beach party! And then what? You swam across the sea and you started to drown. Your father came to rescue you! He died saving you just because you were so persistent from the very start! It would not have happened if you didn’t ask for a beach party! Your dad should still be alive by then!”

She slapped the child again. And again. And again.

“It was your entire fault. Your fault!” Sophie’s mom was screaming it all over again.

Sophie shrieked for the pain. The fact that her mom hated her all the time since the accident happened was more painful than the blows her mother was giving her. She wailed harder. Her mom hates her. It hurts all so much.

Ms. Dela Cour tried to stop the dispute. It was enough for the little girl. “Stop it! Stop it Ms. Herbert! You’re harming the child. It’s causing her too much damage!”

Sophie was at last freed from her mother’s clutches. Tears were streaming at her tiny cheeks. “Mama hates me. She doesn’t like me at all.”

“Hush, dear child. Go on to your room.” Ms. Dela Cour said sympathetically.

“I’m out of here. I don’t want to see that child’s face right now.” Ms. Herbert suddenly said. She stood up and left the room. Sophie followed her mother.

“No, Mama. Don’t leave me!”

“Sophie!” called Ms. Dela Cour. But the child didn’t budge and continued going after her mother.

“Stop following me!” Ms. Herbert screamed. They were outside the house now.

“No. Mama, tell me that you love me.” Sophie pleaded.

“Go back inside the house!”

Ms. Herbert crossed the street to her parked car. She needed a time alone. She can’t take the pressure. She heaved a heavy breath.

Unexpectedly, a car screeched into the corner. There was a shriek of pain before a sound of crashing happened. Ms. Herbert turned around to see Sophie, her child, lying lifeless at the street. Blood was all over her petite body.

“No... No, please no!” She hurried to her daughter’s motionless body. She was not breathing. She was dead.

A few seconds passed and Ms. Dela Cour got outside the house to find out what happened. The scene of Sophie resting on the road with Ms. Herbert sobbing beside greeted her sight. She was surprised and approached them wondering what happened.

“She followed me. Even after I told her to go back. How could you be so stubborn Sophie?” Ms. Herbert continued weeping.

“I never want to lose you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Sophie. Mama always loved you. She just never showed it to you. Mama had been so bad. She kept blaming you for your Papa’s death. I’m sorry Sophie.”

Ms. Dela Cour stood there too stunned to move. “Poor child. She just wanted her mother’s love.”

-END-

Whispers from the Past

This one I made out of boredom.

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Our professor in mathematics, Mr. Prime, was discussing about one-sided limit when the school bell rang. It signaled the end of the class and the day as well. Mr. Prime gave us loads of assignments to answer at home. Great. More homework. I heaved a sigh. Arithmetic isn’t one of my favorite subjects, and I have no talent whatsoever in finding out what the value of x in the expression (x+y)=c.

I tucked my calculus book in my new pink shoulder bag, then went outside and proceeded to the loud hallways. Somehow, it felt weird being all alone. It’s been two weeks after it happened. The memories are still fresh. Maybe it’s just because a bit unusual for my side. A girl, who looked familiar, but I wasn’t able to remember her name waved at me. I smiled back at her.

The sky was dark, and the air was humid. The weather seams to be overcast when I’ve gotten out of the building. This looks bad. I haven’t been able to bring my umbrella today!

I jogged towards the school’s main gate to wait for my sundo, Manong Lucas, to pick me up. I wonder why he’s late today. It’s kinda odd why he is still not here.

I made my way through the jam-packed students. Seems like everyone forgot to bring their umbrellas.

When a raindrop fell from the sky, the small waiting area became more crowded. Minutes later, raindrops started falling.

My cell phone rang. I was told that Mang Lucas had a flat on his way and that it would take time before he would come and get me. More good news. Students would come and go but still, the zone remained congested.

Thunder boomed upon the sky. It made the fine hairs at the back of my neck tingled. A careless guy, bumped unto me. I lost my balance, but then, strong masculine hands supported me. I turned around to see his angelic face inches before mine. His expressive eyes stared intently on me. I glanced away. He still loves me-no doubt about it. “Ugh, thanks” was the only words I can utter that time.

I really didn’t notice his presence there. “No, prob. You forgot your umbrella again?” he smiled showing his dimples on both cheeks. I giggled. “Yeah”. He always makes me laugh. I missed that about him. “I would gladly share mine with you” he said I looked at him keenly. He sounds so serious. He still hasn’t changed. The same Ian I have loved before. But things change. Things you don’t even expect to happen. And the thing is, you have to accept it and move on.

A bolt of lightning followed by a clasp of thunder roared on the sky. The rain poured down heavily now. The deafening waiting area now stood serene. A few students were only left.

“I could take you home if you want”, he insisted. I smiled. “Sure, why not? And while were there, you can tell me about this new girl you liked”. He chuckled. “Nope, I still don’t have that yet”.

With my hand on his, we walked the path to the bus stop, I sighed heavily. “How nice to freshen up my past!”

-END-

Can't cry hard enough

I hate things like this.

I just hate it.

Why can’t someone you treasured most have to go away?

Why can’t they just stay?

I was so happy back then.

Why would this have to happen?

I know I’m not making sense at all.

I just feel like I have to let this out.

Ugh. It sucks. I’m crying again.

Those happy moments seem to disappear just like that?

I don’t want them to go.

We were so happy.

So happy.

I cried.

The night before they leave.

I just don’t want them to leave.

I woke up early, about 5 in the morning.

To bid them goodbye. Though I don’t wanna.

I cried again.

Ugh. These tears will never stop pouring.

I hugged them one last time.

One last time.

I can’t hardly see.

My tears were blinding me.

And then they left.

Just like that.

I can’t stop my tears. Everything seemed so fast.

I didn’t realize, I fell asleep after they left.

I remembered what happened.

And these damn tears came pouring again.

They were gone.

They left.

These tears will never stop.

I'm a bad girl.

I’m a bad girl.

I do things on my own.

I cut classes.

I don’t eat my veggies.

I speak what I have in mind.

I have my own law.

Others may hate me in things that I do.

The things that I say.

The way I dress, how I mix and match my outfit.

The time it takes for me to bath.

How I am a slow-eater. ( if there was a word )

How I tie or let my hair down.

Why I am so obsessed with surfin and chattin on the net.

Why I always wear my fave jewelries.

Why I hate math.

Why I love emo and punk.

And the list goes on.

But in spite all this, I refused to change.

Or let someone change me.

Because this is who I am.

Whether you love or hate me.

I’m keeping it real.