The High School Journal [Entry.#4]

Disclaimer: I happen to find this old journal of mine way back 2^nd year high school just weeks ago. I’ve decided to post the entries here because this has been the mirrors of my passion for writing before. Bear with me for some grammatical errors.

Salamat

Maraming paraan para magpasalamat
Pwedeng sa salita, sa gawa at sa panulat
Pero di rito nagtatapos ang kabaitan
Sa halip, ito ang simula ng tunay na pagkakaibigan
Kung alam mo lang sana ang tuwa ko
Nang makilala ka’t maging bahagi ng buhay ko
Kaya nga’t napakasuwerte kong tao
Para bigyan ng Diyos ng kaibigang tulad mo
Sana’y magpatuloy pa ang iyong pagpapasaya
Sa mga taong nalulungkot at nangungulila
Para sa’kin ikaw ay isang taong laging maaasahan
At halimbawa ng isang tunay na kaibigan
Kaya sana’y hayaan mo akong pasalamatan ka
Sa pamamagitan ng likha kong simpleng tula
At sa pagtatapos ng aking pagsusulat
Nais kong iparating sa’yo ang aking isang milyong pasasalamat

(My signature goes here)

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I once considered myself loner, perhaps being an only child can really bore you to death. Having friends for me is like having a complete meal a day; somewhat an essential part of my being which would be incomplete without it. I’ve had lots of friends; I have lots of them. Yes, I valued and loved my friends; and I can perfectly say now that I still value and love each and every one of them.

You’re one of them, right?

The High School Journal [Entry.#2]

Disclaimer: I happen to find this old journal of mine way back 2^nd year high school just weeks ago. I’ve decided to post the entries here because this has been the mirrors of my passion for writing before. Bear with me for some grammatical errors.

My Website.com

As the Internet goes around

Everything can be found

Some became addicted

Some became dependent

 

But for me it’s still the same

Behind my weaknesses and pain

Even though I’m very amazed

I still felt very crazed

 

As the surfing became my ritual

I made a site for a while

T’was on Freeservers.com

And I made all of it alone

 

The site was dedicated to her

My one and only inspirer

By the name britneyasia.freeservers.com

I knew that my life will go on

 

(My signature goes here)

 

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This was one of my many absurd entries on my high school journal – and yes, it was dedicated to Britney. What the heck? I loved her – and still love her up to now! On the week when I accidentally found this journal, and upon reading its contents, I remembered this one; I chuckled silently in our living room. Then when I went online, I checked the site. Haha! I was surprised to see this:

Yes! It's still running - well, some of the features aren't already. I did that site way back in high school, so again, bear with me with its irritating grammatical errors. LOL! Check the site!

 http://britneyasia.freeservers.com

The High School Journal [Entry.#1]

Disclaimer: I happen to find this old journal of mine way back 2^nd year high school just weeks ago. I’ve decided to post the entries here because this has been the mirrors of my passion for writing before. Bear with me for some grammatical errors.

2 Faces of LIFE

As we all know, people often say that there are 2 kinds of persons living here on Earth; the abuser and the abused. Based on my experience 1 year ago, I wrote a poem regarding it and also about what I am experiencing right now, a total of 2 poems. And here it goes…

A Poem (1)

I loved my friend.

He went away from me.

There’s nothing more to say.

The poem ends,

Soft as it began –

I loved my friend.

This was based on my experience one year ago. It’s about my former bestfriends who had left me. Left me because they don’t want me to be their bestfriend anymore. I don’t know why and I don’t know what to do that time. And thank GOD there’s someone right here who filled my longing of having a bestfriend. Their names are Daryl and Jeffrey, two people who had been there for me when I was sad and lonely. So, as a token of gratitude, I dedicate to them this Journal and also this short poem that I wrote…

For My Bestfriends (2)

Every person in the world

should have someone like you.

To share a special moment with

or tell a secret to –

There would be joy in every heart

and gladness would abound

if only every person had a bestfriend,

like you, to have around.

(My signature goes here)

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This was my first entry on my journal – mushy for just a bestfriend you may say? Yes. I don’t deny that. I loved them – they became a part who I was and who I am now. Well, wherever they are (even the ones I’ve named), I hope they still remember me..

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