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A girl was standing in front of me, she had a pretty face, wearing beautiful dress and shoes so expensive. A guy adored her, love her and cared for her. She was popular, she was rich and she was intelligent. As I watched her,  my chest tightened and there's needle pricks in my heart. I clutched my chest and I was gasping, gasping for air. I felt I was being swallowed by darkness, but when I opened my eyes I was at in the ocean, drowning. My lungs slowly filled with water and there's light above, but even how hard I try I could not reach it. Something was pulling me below, and I was screaming although bubbles only came out. I was sinking and drowning, and images of her, kept flashing before me.  She was standing in front of me, smiling. She had a pretty face, wearing beautiful dress and shoes so expensive. A guy adored her, loved her and cared for her. She was popular, she was rich and she was intelligent. She had everything I wished for and here I was in the depths o...

Competitive and sensitive she is, And most of the time she frowns. She snarls and roars like a tiger, Little things are big things to her, Neither past nor present is her friend. One day she's in the mood, then she'd be saddened. Tones that are high are screams to her. Hush and she'll thought you are cursing her. Speak to her, and she'll think you're a know-it-all. Ignore her and she'll considered you a show off. Beware of this girl, for she might devour you. Little you know, she's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Today, I'd watched Heneral Luna since I was really curious before because of what my classmates and friends were saying. Aside from that I'd read a couple of good reviews about how great the film was, and to tell you the truth it was REALLY, REALLY, REALLY GREAT! Heneral Luna, is indeed a must watch film, because it's an eye opener. You would be aware of all the conspiracies during those times and you would learn something that we couldn't learn from school, since what we learn from our history subjects were very limited and I was really moved by the story, because it wasn't just about Antonio Luna. It was about the Philippines in general, its government, its people and its history. Like long ago we believed that Emilio Aguinaldo was behind our freedom and he had fought for it so hard, but in reality he was just taking credit for it from the real heroes, like Gilderoy Lockhart (from Harry Potter). If I was Aguinaldo I would be ashamed and probably my conscienc...

We are strangers to each other when we first met and we came from different worlds. My world is dark and full of mysteries, while your world is colorful and lively, but both our worlds are magical. We are like witch and faerie from the books we have read. Two different people who came  from different worlds, but bound by the almighty gift of heaven, FRIENDSHIP . I never really thought that we'll end up as best friends, because we have different principles in life, and we are very opposite from each other, like protons and electrons. You know that I have tried my best to ignore you and to keep away from you, but we are like magnets with opposite charges and attracting each other. The charges between us is somewhat very strong that it seems impossible for us to be separated, and I actually find it a little absurd. I never even thought that our friendship would be everlasting, because you are a jerk. You always thought that you are right and my sentiment is irrational and nonsens...

Today I've finally spoken out and today I've poured out all my rage. Today my world has flooded with tears and today I've thought about my death. Tomorrow I'll be dead . Tomorrow I won't be crying anymore and I won't be laughing out loud because I'll be dead . Tomorrow I won't be holding any pen and write about memories because I'll be dead . Tomorrow you won't hear me say anything about how badly you dress and by that time you won't find me reading again, because I'll be gone. Tomorrow  I won't see the street lights again as the bus went uphill neither will I feel the cold breeze brush my cheeks as I let the wind in the open window, because I'll be a cold and numb corpse. Tomorrow I won't hop off the bus happily like a kid and I won't be able to walk down the road up to the church at night, because I won't be existing anymore. Tomorrow I won't hear the mass ever again because I'll be a soul drifti...

Draw your sword, And cut my head. Take my heart, And crash it in your hand, Do not remorse, I need no wake, Bury me six feet under, And let me rot in there. No cries will be heard, No words will be exchanged. Let me rest in peace, And leave at once.