Happy Birthday to my one and only StELLaR…

One night, just once. To be with you and dance by this blistering stellar moon shade… Two populace, just you and me. Grazing upon the overdriven sky fireworks…Three words to let you know. “I Love you”, everlastingly it will be…Four letters to define this feeling. Years spent with you, cherished and treasured, bind me inside your arms… Five stories falling, falling towards you forever….ForeverSix senses failed. Looking over you, having this greatest view….Seven Doors, entrance locked, no exits. I will never leave you…Eight plus twenty more. A star to exquisite, a star to ravel in my heart…Nine chances. Floating above you, I will hold you close…. Ten seconds left until midnight. A moment to remember…Eleven twinkles. You’re more than life….Twelve minutes still. I’m afraid of loosing you…Thirteen times that I caught Fire. I’m melting in your eyes…Fourteen and counting. Days spent and months to keep…Fifteen years late. Lean on, celebrate and weep…Sixteen the sweetest perfection. Happy Birthday my love!!! Another year, another picture perfect memories….. 

 

Ces’t La Vie…. (Happy Birthday sa asawa ko!! Love you!!!)   

Failure by Design (Rendition by my own)

6:00-10:00 = feeling lonely, inside that sad place again.

 One and a half day isn’t really enough for me. My heart is screaming her name and my brain is instructing me to post this in my blog. Sick and sorry, can I blame myself. A verge of feeling this little procrastination. I’m out of everything without a word for nothing, absolutely nothing. Watch you through a one two window in a well lit room. I woke up, I saw you leaning up against our wall. No gas!?? I’m trying to work my gears. Getting inside my car and drowning myself with tears. My voice is soar; Sick sounding song, can I play it by myself??   This is a lesson in procrastination. I kill myself because I’m so frustrated. Every single second that I put it off means another lonely night I got to race the clock. I blame myself because I’m making things hard. This is one more late night song. And I’m so sore. I got no gas!?? I’m winding up my fears. This one more day on the verge of tears.  And now my head hurts and my health is a joke. Now I’ve got to sleep because my headphones broke. What say I go and crash my car??? An every time I leave I’m going to get the star. I’m another day late and one year older. I’m failing my design.Man, I’m lost……  10:00-onwards =  Still in that place….I miss my star……… Ces’t La Vie… *Dude, where’s my car??*               

Writing A Ballad About Their Lives….

A few secrets spilled from this day onwards. By counting backwards, I remembered something about this hush-hush with reference to our loyal pet, Joshua. Sadly, I can’t embark upon it more, the details are a little…..well….confidential. Yeah I know it sucks but I gave a promise to someone not to tell this and it’s kinnda okay for me considering this not to be more than a height of a star. My first reaction when I heard this was like “Our dog is mutating!!! Oh my God! Whatta Twist!!”  

Another peculiar blind-object for my curious readers. I’ll probably give my own names for this characters for their safety and for me to not break a promise to a friend. Let’s name my two main characters Adam Lazzara and Charmander (note: Charmander here is a girl) and name my two sub-characters Sal Villanueva (another girl, actually not that important) and Anthony Green. I persuaded Mr. Lazzara to tell me a little secret (Oh man! I’m sounding like Astrid…Pardon Ms. Pontillas) He told me the quandary of their relationship and how did they fought that night. He told me that he was feeling a little crazy about the way Anthony acted and spoke some fanatical gimmicks. Anthony told Charmander a little something about his feelings and other idiotic bullsh*t. Think about it, Anthony is in a relationship right now and his g.f is Ms. Sal Villanueva. Adam never knew, well Anthony never told him…Everything about breaking hearts, he learned from him, it’s true. Anthony never done it with style and grace like Adam do. But he already did a long term plans based on this mistakes.  

This made Adam angry and so the fight began between Adam and Charmander (weird isn’t it?) The fight night is not very clear to me but what the hell do I care.  

Safe to say, these weird issues isn’t far from over. I’m wishing that these secrets will not ruin any friendship whatsoever.  

“Okay I believe you, but my Tommy gun doesn’t…” 

 

Ces’t La Vie…. *Chill Winnie*   

      

 

            

Big things come in small packages (Ala Prom, Panic! At the Dance Floor)

Prom’s over, frankly speaking the evening was boring (Pardon 3rd year students) except for the dancing part (I’m such a bad dancer) and the bona petit’ chew-fest. Speaking of dance, I did manage to dance some gorgeous ladies but what fascinates me the most was my first dance with a star. When that moment came I was wishing that I could stop time and make the gravitational force pull us in an equilibrium state that’ll put the both of us in the center of the our own atmosphere. I was feeling some kind of an anti-gravity sentiment while the music was playing slow, her head against my shoulder, and my head against hers. The feeling was amusing and was very immense. I almost felt that we we’re the only one who was in the dance floor, then our principality broke the record. Ma’am Delo™ popped out of nowhere and informed me that my parents want me to go home in that certain instance. A job well did Ma’am, a job well done…  

There were many side-quests before the panicking at the dance floor. First quest, “the Hunt for the Teresian treasure…” The hunt was not really as hard as we thought, a little Soul searching here, a little pick- a- boo there and alas the treasure was found. ARBT just caught something despicable in that supposedly lovely spot. A formal masquerade party was turned into an indecent exposure of a dog’s smelly waste. Another indecency in the land of the rising lunch price. Did I just strike out the word “Indecency”? Well, who could better execute a well-timed indecency than “Ms. I’m invisible therefore I’m not going to wear my unmentionables because no one can see me, right??”… Back to the poop-a-holic topic. So we were sitting there wishing the things that we’ve become, something is missing. Then all of a sudden we saw this shady frog like object. “What’s that??? Is it a frog of some sort???” Rich quoted, “I’m not sure. We might as well get closer so we can have a better glimpse of it…” I added. We stood up, march down and gazed upon that object. We were inevitably shocked when we realized that this object was no frog, it’s a treasure worth a million shovels. Then it hit us, this might be one of the greatest discovery of all time. A lump of dog poo inside a formal masquerade party.  

Thing gets better when we saw some ladies wearing the strangest dress we have ever seen. We saw many weird gowns, dress and clothes that these girls are wearing. Here is a list of what we saw (and yes, I included ourselves because let’s face it, we did look stupid yesterday evening): 

1. A living gift-box
2. A living Christmas tree topping
3. A faith healer
4. “Uh, I tawt I taw a Puddy tat??? I did, I did taw a puddy tat!”
5. Rosalinda
6. With her pooch Polgoso
7. El Filibusterismo presents: Pepay
8. And Donya Victorina
9. Constantine (me)
10. Inspector Gadget
11. Jet Lee / D.I / bouncer (
    Richmond)
12. Office guy / librarian (Ben)
13. Nalugeng producer (Josh)
14. Jose Rizal (Jeff)
15. Machete (Carlo)
16. Teresa’s Best: Perya™ longganisa (Perya)
17. Michael Jackson
18. And others we dare not mention because of the morbid ness of their dresses…

 

 

Don’t worry guys, all of the people there were absolutely beautiful, they were stunning. The problem is they don’t know how to produce great combinations for their overalls. This all was only my opinion, no hard feeling people. This is my blog after all; I can post anything I want to in here… No virulence please….     Ces’t La Vie…                    

What a t(-)w(+)i(-)s(=)t!!!

Tomorrow will be our prom. Before everyone gets all excited, comes close to each shoulders and kiss their lovers lips, I thought that I should somewhat check the on goings in this small atmosphere of mine. If by any means you just have been struck by some sort of a thunderous bolt of fire and have read my late post (Kill Deal: vol. 1) maybe the little background of our subtle deal is somehow clear to you. If not, I advice you to go read it. Anyhow, many have proclaimed that my existence with her would be officially over. Keep on hoping guys, because I have just passed that stupid Math exam!  

What a strange twist of events. I sure felt a little nervous there *heart pounding*. Well, enough about that examination crapiness, prom will be tomorrow night and yet I don’t feel so prepared. My mask is ugly, my coat is untidy, my pants don’t seem to fit my legs, my shoes is cranky, I forgot how to tie my neck choker, I’m not sure if I’ll go to school with me wearing my dumb outfit and I’m not a good dancer either (20 ladies to dance in 1 night, Here I Go!!)   

1^st dance leaving me with this last chance…2^nd time to be feeling this upheaval…. 3^rd instance having a certain feeling of bliss…4^th possibility hearing this song without a note…5^th option to choose either ways…6^th senses fail; cry out loud, this wouldn’t last…7^th entrance through our own exits…8^th gestures to make you know how I do…9^th light out, broken by mending all over again…10^th glass shattered by broken number 9^th….

11^th street

. Division between rupture and hope…12^th regrets, well just forget it…..13^th Tuesday, Take it or Leave it… A deal to kill…14^th questions, still lingering….15^th shot to keep me on my ground….16^th bullet, never again for my valentine….17^th fear of loosing a star, loosing a stellar…18^th knife to cut me without having this E…19^th sin, written over blood stained tragedies…20^th century in making. 6 days before gaze over…21^st reason of changing. You might be just what I need…22^nd floor. An elevator open door, watching over you…23^rd photograph. Hiding a note “All I want is you…”24^th fragment that considers revising…25^th letter. From me to you…26^th mark. This spot is where it all began…27^thday, he’s spot is welcomed too…28^th ways on saying how much I Love you…               

 

 

Tomorrow I’ll start the night with my first dance and first time to catch on fire. I’ll be looking forward to it!!! See you at the dance floor… 

 Ces’t La Vie….     

Kill Deal: vol 1

For the past few days I have come across many speculations to contrive my intellectual being. There is this one event in our school that is called “The Deliberation” which gauge your psychic prowess to make a spoon fold into two parts. This however is exaggerated. The true rationale for this Deliberation is for the teachers to fully heal those unhealed brain stitches. Unlucky for me though, my brain-farts can’t carry so much mathematical modus operandi in a quarter so there you go. Looking past my marks the numbers in the card of mine were truly acceptable except for this area under discussion. Where is Pascal when you needed him!? Anyhow, all were 8s, raging from physics to English to Filipino and other more, period. What about math huh? Well it’s a cleaver. In other words an axe (Or Pa-La-kowl). Get it?? Got it??? Good?? The exact axeness of it will not be typed in here due to some humiliating reasons. 7 something is all I can give.  I came, I saw, I conquered the sir Carubio’s time. He spoke with me and my parents to discuss some informal issues. In fact, I was enlightened by his spiritual teachings. He told me that my grade in his subject is a no brainier. He said that I can easily raise it to his expectations which in my personal perspective melted my heart. How sweet of you Mastah Rappah.  Start spreading the news. Marking up this day which started my quandary; my relationship with my Stellar™ is rather affected by this series of unfortunate events. How you may ask??? Well, it all started this afternoon. While we were eating our hard earned pork-chopfull lunch, someone offered me a deal (I can’t remember who offered it, It was either Stellar’s™ mother or Stellar™ herself.) The deal is simple: I flunk our math examination tomorrow, we broke up. Simple, very very simple, simple yet grave. I don’t really know if I’ll pass this stupid math exam but I’ll make damn sure, yet again, that I will reign supreme and be victorious. My math book is waiting for me to open it. Read chapter 9: Combinatorics… Ow, so much for a solid relationship. Mathematics is taking this far more serious than I ever expected. I’ll do it for her, not for myself, not for other people but for her only.  “Wala ng laro-laro, totohanan na to’! Balik na sa kwarto, buklatin na ang libro…”  

Can someone gauge his true feelings for a love one? By passing a math exam? Can someone dictate you future with your love one?By commanding you to stay away and run??

Whatever, at least they’re concerned about me, or do they??? That I’ll never know….    Ces’t La Vie (I HATE MATH!!!!)

For my Stellar’s eyes ONLY

 I Love you so much. I don’t know if this will last but rest assured that whatever happens you’re still the light in this dark path of mine. You make my life very meaningful and make every moment of my life worth living. The enthusiasm that I feel while I’m with you is inexpressible. For me, you’re the most beautiful stellar of them all. I don’t think that I’ll survive my life without you by my side. As I close my eyes, the only image I see is your face with your eyes staring at me. Looking back at your eyes, I melt and I caught fire engulfed by the feeling that I might hurt you on one way or another. I fear that maybe one day you will be gone and I might not be able to reach your hands. But as for now, I’m going to enjoy every beautiful moment that I spent with you. I love you so much. You will always be my STELLAR… 

Ces’t La Vie…