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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.

I am a bird living in a marvelous and exquisite cage and it is placed near the window, and from where I am, I could see the sky. I watch it changes its color everyday. Sometimes the sky is blue and clear like a canvas which you can paint anything you wanted, but sometimes, the sky is grey and it cries like a child. I always get frightened when I hear the thunder scolds the sky or when the lightning hit it, because I know that it is in so much pain. If only I could hug and save the sky from the cruelty of the thunder and the lightning maybe it'll stop crying. There are also times that the sky is purple and looking so lovely with its twinkling stars hanging from above, and shining so brightly. I envy the sky because it is so wonderful that it could change colors like that. I wish that my feathers can change color too, the way my mood shifts, but I am not as special as the sky. I am just a bird. One time I saw my kind sitting outside the window, and he seems tired, but he is...

God has given us our senses, even the common sense, and scientist define this senses. We have our eyes that let us see the beauty of the world, our ears to hear pleasant words, our nose to appreciate the fragrance of the flowers and other stuff, our tongue to taste all those delicacies and to speak of good things and lastly our skin to feel, but there are times that we don't use it very well.While some of us are lacking it and they are wishing to have complete senses. So how do you use your sense? I used mine differently and in a wrong way, that's why I pretend, while other people are wishing to have what I have. For me, they are lucky because they are not able to see or to hear or to feel the ugliness and the meanness of this world, that's why most of the time I wish I am, them, but of course I am still thankful for being complete. There are times in my life, well most of the time to be honest, when I pretend to be deaf, so as not to hear all those stupid things other...

I was driving gleefully towards the beautiful State of HAPPINESS. I passed along a beautiful meadow where cows were grazing, and then I passed into an old stone arched bridge like the bridges in old movies. The river I passed by was glistening and it was calm. It was a beautiful day to drive and to go on a road trip. My windows were down and the warm breeze of summer kissed me.The road was smooth and it was just a straight road, no right, no left, just straight ahead. I was enjoying the view that I forgot  to look on where I was already going and when I returned my gaze on the road. I was surprised because it was a different road already. How did that happen? The road was already rough and there's no meadow, but a place full of tall, thorny weeds, and the trees were leafless, and it's branches were like claws.The breeze was cold and it gave me chills so I closed my windows, but even the windows were icy and it could give you  frostbites. I wanted to step the breaks, ...