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Exonerate me for I will outstandingly upsurge this passive lady at this point of time…
Da,
How are you now? I overly miss you these days.
Way back 2000 was the foremost year that you got all-out to be the best person in the classroom which was packed with newly primary graduate similar to us. For four long years Da, you were in that position that not a soul could ever tell you that you are pathetic or messed up. People are liked you. People knew you. You do love yourself, identical to narcissus’ admiration to himself and you told me that you could feel the existence of God very near on or after you. You never had uncertainties with your family’s concern. No snuffle from your lovers. You find studying irresistible. You were awarded time and again as the best theater actress in our school and in an intercollegiate competition in our city those days. You were beauty queen intellect and you have been a faithful friend to me. I miss the way you talk to me like a six-year old child. I miss your manner of mourning for now we both know that you’re not able to shed tears. I guess you are now an introvert or maybe you are just so busy that you do not have time to sob in front of my face once more.
At present I can still see you grinning though there are *depths beyond those. I cannot still figure out why. So I could say that some grins are fake smiles and some fake smiles are grin. High school living is over. After that, I didn’t see your genuine beam again. They are all false now. What happened to you Da? Where are you now? It has been a long time since I last saw you kneeling and praying so hard for a friend like me. I find it hard to talk to you again because you’re always ignoring what you fell…what you really feel. When will you be true to yourself again? When will you boost yourself? What is the problem? How could you do that to yourself? Where is the respect that you’ve put in your heart eight years ago? Where are those promises that you will let me see you succeed when you enter college? Is it me who is expecting too much? Or you who did not do your best to be what you want to be?
I would like to see you more often. I would like to be with you alone. I will wait for your answers to all questions I uttered lately. You have been so quiet these years. I can feel the pain that is in your expressions but I am also aware that you don’t want to talk about it right now.
One month more and you are out of school. You should cheer-up young lady! You are about to enter a new ambiance which will enable you to show-off your abilities and discover your strengths. Promise me that you will never be shy again. Please tell me that you will do your best now. Let me know that you will never be inferior and you will forget your painful past experiences. Offer me that genuine smile once more like when you are in your innocent high school memoirs. Never let anyone hurt you again and never let mistakes degrade you the second time. Grow up from those things! You have the power to fix it. You are forgiven so it’s better to forgive yourself also. This is a perfect time to put everything in order. You are free now. Move on! Be who you are and say what you feel. I won’t do anything to hurt you again.
*I love you. I do respect your whole being.
*Yourself
Exonerate me for I will outstandingly upsurge this passive lady at this point of time…
Da,
How are you now? I overly miss you these days.
Way back 2000 was the foremost year that you got all-out to be the best person in the classroom which was packed with newly primary graduate similar to us. For four long years Da, you were in that position that not a soul could ever tell you that you are pathetic or messed up. People are liked you. People knew you. You do love yourself, identical to narcissus’ admiration to himself and you told me that you could feel the existence of God very near on or after you. You never had uncertainties with your family’s concern. No snuffle from your lovers. You find studying irresistible. You were awarded time and again as the best theater actress in our school and in an intercollegiate competition in our city those days. You were beauty queen intellect and you have been a faithful friend to me. I miss the way you talk to me like a six-year old child. I miss your manner of mourning for now we both know that you’re not able to shed tears. I guess you are now an introvert or maybe you are just so busy that you do not have time to sob in front of my face once more.
At present I can still see you grinning though there are *depths beyond those. I cannot still figure out why. So I could say that some grins are fake smiles and some fake smiles are grin. High school living is over. After that, I didn’t see your genuine beam again. They are all false now. What happened to you Da? Where are you now? It has been a long time since I last saw you kneeling and praying so hard for a friend like me. I find it hard to talk to you again because you’re always ignoring what you fell…what you really feel. When will you be true to yourself again? When will you boost yourself? What is the problem? How could you do that to yourself? Where is the respect that you’ve put in your heart eight years ago? Where are those promises that you will let me see you succeed when you enter college? Is it me who is expecting too much? Or you who did not do your best to be what you want to be?
I would like to see you more often. I would like to be with you alone. I will wait for your answers to all questions I uttered lately. You have been so quiet these years. I can feel the pain that is in your expressions but I am also aware that you don’t want to talk about it right now.
One month more and you are out of school. You should cheer-up young lady! You are about to enter a new ambiance which will enable you to show-off your abilities and discover your strengths. Promise me that you will never be shy again. Please tell me that you will do your best now. Let me know that you will never be inferior and you will forget your painful past experiences. Offer me that genuine smile once more like when you are in your innocent high school memoirs. Never let anyone hurt you again and never let mistakes degrade you the second time. Grow up from those things! You have the power to fix it. You are forgiven so it’s better to forgive yourself also. This is a perfect time to put everything in order. You are free now. Move on! Be who you are and say what you feel. I won’t do anything to hurt you again.
*I love you. I do respect your whole being.
*Yourself
***ijo, eto na yung request mo! paxenxa na sa mga wrong "gramming"! Sayo na ito, remembrance!hehe! Tago mo ito ah para di mo limot na may isa ka pang mommy...
-ako-
*madalang lang nakakpansin nyan saken haha!
*idea yan ng isang friend ko!
*after all, mahal ko parin pala sarili ko =)
*ako parin to ijo mejo busy lang!
---this manifesto is from my best mommy;)
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