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He's my friend and I consider him as my best friend but I don't think he considers me as his best friend probably just a close friend from high school, the one he can lean on when he has problems with one of his girls and he never see me as any special just a FRIEND... Sometimes just being a friend hurts, because he forgets you whenever he's fine and happy again. Sometimes I thought I am being used, though I know that he does not intend to, and I know that I'm being unfair as I write this, but in some ways we are different. I have a best friend name Dredd and I'm being unfair to him as the other friend of mine being unfair to me. Let's call my friend, Bart. Bart is a friend of mine way back from high school and at some point I don't understand why we became friends, I mean we are so different from each other, I'm quite sassy, brutally frank and a snob, and he is this nice guy, a friend to everyone and very sweet, it just happened that we became cl...

Once upon a time, there's an ordinary girl named Psyche, she felt miserable and alone, the people around her did not understand why she acted that way. Psyche grew up differently from others, she lived in a dark and cold house called home of horror. She's with her wicked witch mother and ogre brother who often ignored her and hate her. Psyche needed to shut her mouth whenever she was home however she was given a freedom to visit the kingdom for once a year, where she found friends and enemies. One day Psyche ran away from home, all she had brought is a pen and paper, she wrote everything that happened to her while she was wandering around the kingdom and enjoying her full freedom, her thoughts. her miseries and her feelings. She even wrote poems and stories. Then a God had been sent to save a miserable girl, Eros had bump on her but without his prior knowledge that that girl was the one he needed to save. When Psyche saw him, she had fallen in love easily, Eros became her ...

Friends... Hello... Actually I don't know how to start this, 'cause I'm not actually sure if I have any readers at all, I can't say that I'm a professional blogger, neither a successful one, because I really don't know if there's someone who's reading this, well if you're reading this please do leave a comment. I actually write this letter because I'd like you know that I'm open to answer all your questions, if you one and to know about your problems, but to make everything clear, I'm not trying to intercede with your life, it's yours! Let's just say that I'm being your friend here and if you need a shoulder to cry on I'm just here and I would listen and I won't complain. That's what friends are, right? perhaps I can give you some advice, or maybe I can help you to move on. I hope you get what I mean. Just leave me a comment and I'll get in touch with you! RED <3

"Never tear a book, because once you did, you can't read it again." My dad used to tell me when he's still alive. He didn't like seeing us tearing it apart, because for him it's the greatest possession a person can have. Books store knowledge that none can give. It takes us to places we never dream of, and books inspire us. I guess loving books and reading are the only things my dad and I share in common. For me my books are my best friends, unlike my other friends, they're not fraud and they don't betray me or leave me behind, they neither bad mouthed nor back stabbed me. My books listen to me, they comfort me when I'm in sorrow and they do understand me all the time, plus they're always by my side, through my ups and downs. Books are not just objects. We thought that they're JUST OBJECTS, but NO! Books have feelings too, they cry and get hurt as well. They also howl in pain, whenever they are being thrown out. Who said that they don...

I've been Psyche who has no LOVE. I've been trapped in a house called Home of Horror. I have a wicked witch mother and an ogre brother who make my life worst. I have ran away from that home and met Eros who's supposed to save me but he have saved the wrong girl. The inspiration I have, have been gone a long time ago. The opportunity of a life time have been wasted. I am a soul without Love and Joy. I return to the Home of Horror and spend my life in the dungeon where my wicked witch mother used to lock me up. It is cold and dark, nobody would stay alive inside for fear eats them alive but fear can't touch me. I turn into someone. I am full of fury, envy, greed and blood lust. I am a butterfly with dark wings, that means bad luck for those people who see me. I am Little Red. Wicked witch mother had let me see the world again, but everything has changed. The sparkling fountain that I love has changed into a bloody fountain. The kingdom that I adore was now gloomy. Tr...

November 23, 2009 - Fifty eight people were killed at Maguindanao and Thirty four of those people were journalist. Today we are commemorating the Maguindanao Massacre. It's the most tragic event happened in the Philippines, three years ago. Some were being burried underground still fighting to live for their love ones, but those heartless people who shot those innocent people with a machine gun, never had a second thought about killing those people doing their jobs. Haven't they thought about the families those people would left behind? I guess not. Three years ago, I was a sophomore high school and a journalist, who wrote for our school newspaper. I had no idea what's happening in the world that day. I had no idea that fifty eight people were killed while I was at school, solving math problems, reading endless paragraphs and studying the human body, though I was a school journalist, it never crossed my mind that I'll pursue it as my career one day. I am a Broadc...

I'm reading Paulo Coelho's book Veronika Decides to Die and you know it is the best book I have read. It's about Veronika who decides to die, I know you would ask why she decided to do that, my only answer to that is she's tried of her life. Of course who won't be tired doing the same things everyday? You wake up, brush your teeth, comb your hair, drink coffee and go to work. It is a monotonous life, even I would be bored to death like her, but of course you would say that she's to shallow to commit a suicide besides she's too young and probably you would say that she's being insane. Yes, her action is so crazy... But what did it meant to be crazy? Veronika asked the same question to Zedka. Well Veronika was put into an asylum after she failed to kill herself and I'm just curious why did they put her in an asylum if she's perfectly normal and she had no manifestation of being insane thought her action is pretty crazy but she's not a madwom...

Trick or Treats!!! Are you ready to knock on your neighbors' door to Trick or Treat? 'Cause I am... As a kid having lots of candies is a success and I never failed to have lots of it. So go get your costume and start right now so that you won't miss a single sweet... Happy Halloween Everyone :)))            

... I'm just new in this kind of business, actually it isn't a business at all. If my job would be a blogger one day I won't consider it a job, it's a hobby because I love what I'm doing. If you love something and if you enjoy it then don't call it a job, because a job is something you don't like to do. I never thought that someone would read my works because I thought that my works are just wastes and stupid. Why would they read my work? Who am I anyway? I'm no one who's very curious and always seek for answers. I never thought that someone would appreciate it. You know when I looked on my stats I can't stop being emotional. My tears tumbled down my cheeks, because of joy. I'm overwhelmed and I can't still get over about it.... I even thanked God for giving me such wonderful readers that appreciate my works, without them I'm so sure that I would be an epic fail... Thank you, thank you and thank you... May God bless you an...

Angels... An Angel is a supernatural being or spirits found in various religions and mythologies. They are servants of God and a guardian spirit. Do you believe in Angels? I do believe in them the way I believe in fairies, wizards, witches, werewolves, vampires and mutants. Would you believe me if I told you that they exist? I guess not. Only little children still believe in such things, right? But I still believe in them though I'm already sixteen. Angels... Ever since I'm young I do believe that angels are real. Each of us have angels that's what I belive, but other say that once you reach adolescenes and adulthood your angel would leave you, but I don't believe in them. Angels can't be seen by the naked eyes, but you know our angels are just beside us even if we can't see them and they never leave our side even we are already grown up. Actually our angels increased in numbers as we grow. We just don't noticed it. Our friends are angels, the...

My friend, Mark used to call me a dreamer and a destiny believer. I wonder what's wrong about it. Actually there's nothing wrong. Who cares if you believe in destiny, in soulmates either in fairytales. We have different perspective and opinions in life, just like Mark and I. What you believe defines who you are, so don't be shy and feel like the whole world hates you because you are kinda different from others. Be proud on what you believe just like me. Like what I always tell, we have our own fairytales, but sometimes it just don't have a happy ending. But do not lose hope 'cause something is meant to happen in your life. I'm a dreamer and a destiny believer, and I'm proud of it.  

Are you ready to face the future? My answer's NO! I'm not and I won't never ever be ready. They said that I'm too immature to face the reality of life, because I'm too childish, self centered, sensible and too fragile that in a very slight push, I'll be broken, perhaps yes and on the other hand no. I know how dangerous the real world is. It's like the land of waste written by some author. People let strangers care for their children and they let them inside their houses, but they don't know that most of the time, we let strangers into our lives that causes pain and anger. Hurt and Pain is some sort of twins. They are both part of our lives and part of reality that I need to face bravely and that's only the beginning. Our parents prepared us, all these years so that one day as we soon take our own roads to travel we'll be aware what's ahead of us. While travelling we will soon find out what roles we play in each other's lives. Some...

I have this favorite band from Florida and they are called Before You Exit, and I love them so much for making such nice music that no one can do, they had the soul that I'd never seen from other bands. I'm just one of their fan who's really affected about every updates they did. You might say that I'm obsessed with them, and I admit that! As one of their fan I'm really happy for them but on the other hand I'm also in deep sorrow that something had changed in their band. The McDonough brothers are really good but without Thomas (drummer) and Braiden (guitarist) it feels that their band isn't the same anymore. Whenever I read their post on facebook, I want to burst in tears, especially when Braiden said that he's working on some new projects and lots of fans react and then some assumpted that he's really leaving. Braiden leaving the band? He can't leave BYE! I love BYE so much and I don't want them to break up! and not seeing them in the vi...

Do you know the song Gotta Go my own Way? I'll give you a glimpse of that song...   I've got to move on and be who I am. I just don't belong here, I hope you understand. We might find our place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own way.   Sometimes we need to let go to find ourselves, to find what role we play in someone's life. There are times that I don't feel like I don't belong for I always feel that I'm out of place. In order to find who we are, sometimes we travel, sometimes you just want to be alone with God, but I. I don't know what I should do.   That song came from the disney's hit movie, High School Musical wherein Gabriella feels she's beeing cheated by Troy. Then there's this part that Gabriella asked, "What about trust?"  yeah, what about it. All along you give your trust to that person, but when the most tragic thing happen between the two of you, that trust would mean nothi...

This is where I belong... I always hope that there's another world like Narnia or wonderland that I could be part too. They say that I live in the world of fairytales, but I couldn't see what's wrong with that. If in this world I'm no one, probably in that world that I dream I'm someone. Perhaps in that world I'm the nice one, but that's so impossible. I'll always be the villain who always die at the end. I'd rather live in fantasy than in reality, because though there's war and tragedy there would always be the happy ending. In reality life's always been unfair. There would always had something beautiful to look after but in reality there's none. I don't care if fantasy is full of lies at least they are beautiful lies that comforts you and encourage you. Fantasy is the place where I truly belong, where I do not need to pretend. I don't care if they call me insane, who cares this is me. I do believe in fairies, in happy en...

Some relationships work and some not. I'm not a love expert, everything I write is based on experience and observation. I really don't know why some relationships don't last. I still believe in fairytales and happy endings. Maybe there's something that's why it does not stay long, perhaps they can't handle everything between them anymore. My brother had no perfect relationship. Whenever he is about to have his own family and be in the most exciting chapter of his life as an adult, everything falls back. I think it is my brother who has a problem or probably both of them. Sometimes I wonder if my relationships would be like his, or if I'll have my own happy ending like Cinderella and Snow white have, but I was still in doubt. Sometimes I found myself afraid to be in a relationship because of everything I see. I'm being a coward. Some relationships work because they try to defy all the obstacles that are trying to keep them apart, isn't that wha...

Are you a teen? I am sixteen years old and I could say that I'm a young adult. Do you still remember the changes that occured to you? Because I still do.  Going to the stage of adolescenes, we learn to be responsible in every action we do. We make decision that could be best for us, but are the teens today really like that? We, teens are very far not like that. Philippines' national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal said that the children are the hope of the future. But I'm afraid that he is wrong. Teens today get involve with PRE-MARITAL SEX that cause unwanted pregnancy. If there is UNWANTED PREGNANCY there would be abortion. Teens today are involve with DRUGS. They take cocaine, mary jane and other prohibited drugs, that RUINED THEIR LIVES and their RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR FAMILY. They take drugs not for health purposes but to get high and forget their miseries, but they don't know that their happiness would only be temporary, it won't last long. Teens...

Happiness is the most sought after goals in life. Of course all of us want to be happy and there are many ways to be happy in life - whatever we have, where ever we are and whatever we do. Sometimes we tend to be chasing some material things because we think that can make us happy, but as always said, happiness is a choice. It is how we see things. I am surprised that simple things such as these can make us happy. We often thought happiness is difficult to achieve because we think happiness is just some job promotion or a game show prize or a brand new car. Indeed there many ways to swerve off the path of anxiety, anger, fustration and sadness into state of happiness once more or several time throughout the day. These are my thr3e rules for happiness: 1st rule is to dedicate EVERY FIRST OF YOUR LIFE to God, such as giving the first part of your morning, your first priority to every decision you made and the first place in your heart, because with Him we can't fulfill our goals...

When I was young my mom used to hold my hands. Where ever we are going out she would take my hand and hold it tight so that I won't be away from her. Sometimes I would force to take away my hand because I felt a little bit embarrassed, but as I grow up my mom begun to let go off my hand little by little, so that I could stand alone and be independent. If ever I get lost I would find my way no matter what. Now that I'm in the climax of my life as a teen I began to yearn for that hand that made me felt safe and secured. Whenever my friends and I would hold hands, I felt the same whenever my mom would hold mine, but as we part away the security and the safety we shared began to fade. It's like a string being cut, but once you were together again and you were holding each others hand the string was being attached once more. I want somebody to hold my hand the way my mom hold mine. I want to feel the security and the safety my mom used to made me feel. A hand that whenever ...

  Are you the type of person that when you see someone more beautiful than you. You suddenly get mad talks about them more often and sometimes you bad mouth them? Sure you do. You are insecure in other words. I know that most of us get insecure, even I. No need to pretend that you aren't because it is just natural especially for us girls.   In this world we are living, we see people differently, perhaps for some of us see that person not pretty for having a feline eyes and a pale complexion or probably she is for having a flat nose and brown eyes, but who cares.   You also see your self differently, right? You feel that you are not good enough, but actually you are more than enough. Maybe by now you are standing in front of your mirror and staring at your reflection. Tell me what you see, are you good looking? Are you slender or fat? Are you tall or small? Have you seen the beauty you are searching? No, might be your answer. Well, true beauty can't be see...