You know how bored I am, right? =)) I’m like whoa-yeah thingy here in facebook where I post crazy things on the wall of my friends. I hope you do understand me in a situation like this. . . . I just miss the fun with my friends. ( oh well.

I just watched <AGAIN> <out of boredom> this movie in star movies: The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. aaaannnddd… yeah… As usual and out of boredom again, I get beautiful songs from movies I watch. This song really sounds awesome and the lyrics just moves me. I know that you know why and how. After all, you guys are the only ones who understand me as I am.

FYI, I made this post because I was inspired of that someone who keeps checking my blog. To whoever you are, thank you. At least I know, someone bored like me still thinks to check a boring blog like mine.

THE CALL by Regina Spektor

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
‘Til it was a battle cry

I’ll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything’s changing
Doesn’t mean it’s never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You’ll come back
When it’s over
No need to say goodbye

You’ll come back
When it’s over
No need to say goodbye

Now we’re back to the beginning
It’s just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can’t feel it too
Doesn’t mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
‘Til they’re before your eyes

You’ll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

You’ll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye

This song… It just touches my heart. ♥♥♥

Well, I hope guys that you’ll make a good summer vacation.

Bye.

~Laila017~

Inspite of all the requirements that I have to finish, today is still a very special day for me. Just know it by yourself. Anyways, no matter what happens, like what they say, I’ll do my best and think positively! Go! hahahaha….

While I was surfing the net, I saw this very touching quote. I just can’t help it whenever I read this.

For every heart that finds true love, there is a heart that cries…

For every dream that is reborn, there is a dream that dies…

For every day filled with sun, there is a day of rain…

For every hour filled with joy, there is an hour of pain…

For every smile upon a face, there is a tear to cry…

For every fond hello to say, there is a sad goodbye…

I really love this quote. I love this. I can’t help myself. I dunno why.

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This is a Pisay song from my friend. Song and lyrics by someone and music from Manny Villar’s ad. The very first time I heard this, I laughed out so loud! rofl! hahahaha…. :p

Nakakuha ka na ba ng grado na basura???

Nagsunog ka na ba ng kilay hanggang umaga???

Yan ang tanong namin, 2.5 nga ba ang passing???

Naisip mo na ba ba’t nag-aaral ka pa???

Todo effort tayo ba’t walang nagbabago???

At mas mabuti pa nga kung natutulog tayo!!!

Pisay Life ang tunay na mahirap…

Pisay Life ang tunay na puro pasakit…

Pisay Life ang may kakayahan na malimutan ang sariling pangalan!!!

Ang buhay Pisay ang magtatapos ng ating Kasiyahan!!!

As Kristine Yu said, this doesn’t really mean that we hate Pisay. This is just for all the requirements piling up all at the same time! [results to cramming] Anyway, Pisay really helped a lot and I met new friends because of it. Yay! Whoa! I love Pisay, but not when it kills us mentally especially during Hell Week!

So Hyper today because there’s Ice Cream!!!!

What’s the date today? January 16, 2010. Guess na lng why I love this day including tomorrow.

~Laila017~

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just departed from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting.

“Yes, sir, I just caught a World full of people down there. I set me a trap and used a little bait. I knew they couldn’t resist. Got ‘em all!”

“What are you going to do with them?” Jesus asked.

Satan replied, “Oh, I’m gonna have fun! I’m gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I’m gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I’m really gonna have fun!”

“And what will you do when you get done with them?” Jesus asked.

“Oh, I’ll kill ‘em,” Satan glared proudly.

“How much do you want for them?” Jesus asked.

 “Oh, you don’t want those people. They ain’t no good. See, you’ll take them and they’ll just hate you. They’ll spit on you, curse you then kill you. You don’t want those people!!”

“How much?” He asked again.

Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, “All your blood, tears, and your life.”

 Jesus said without hesitation, “DONE!” Then He paid the price…

 - Isn’t it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the World’s going to Hell?

- Isn’t it funny how someone can say “I believe in God” out and still follow Satan?

- Isn’t it funny how you can re-post a thousand jokes through blogs and they spread like wildfire, but when you start posting messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

- Isn’t it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

- I pray, for everyone who re-posts this, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

- If You Love God and are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you… ~Re-post this as

“Read only if you have time for God”

*Repost from www.youaresostranger.tumblr.com

I hope you’ll all do the same. Let’s all welcome 2010 with God!

~Laila017~

Enjoy!

~Laila017~

The ending will surprise you.

Take my Son….

 A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, fromPicasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art..

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

 About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, ‘Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly… He often talked about you, and your love for art.’ The young man held out this package. ‘I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.’

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in th e painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.. ‘Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It’s a gift.’

 The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home,  he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. ‘We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?’

There was silence…

 Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, ‘We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.’

But the auctioneer persisted. ‘Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?’

Another voice said angrily, ‘We didn’t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!’

But still the auctioneer continued. ‘The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?’

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. ‘I’ll give $10 for the painting…’ Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

 ’We have $10, who will bid $20?’

‘Give it to him for $10. Let’s see the masters.’

The crowd was becoming angry. They didn’t want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. ‘Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!’ A man sitting on the second row shouted, ‘Now let’s get on with the collection!’

 The auctioneer laid down his gavel. ‘I’m sorry, the auction is over.’

‘What about the paintings?’

‘I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

 The man who took the son gets everything!’ 

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: ‘The son, the son, who’ll take the son?’ 

 Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything. 

 “FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE…THAT’ S LOVE”

 God Bless.

~Laila017~

This is the video from my friend, JM Sytangco, which was her news report on our SocSci Current Events. This is, from the title, the truth. As far as I can remember, I already watched this from somewhere, but I can’t recall it anymore. One thing I know: this is a very touching story. When I watched this, I just realized how lucky I am now and that I should be thankful and contented with what I have. I want to share this with all of you. Bye.

*Chester: Sorry if I did the same as yours.

~Laila017~

This is again a forwarded message from my teacher, Tchr. Jovie Montilla. Hi Ma’am! I hope you’ll enjoy looking at these pictures and the beautiful message on it. Thanks!

“Tilt your head to the left. :D:D:D”

Wow! Beautiful Pics. I hope you enjoyed them. More pics to come! Bye Guys!

~Laila017~

I wanna share to you [again] a forwarded message from my teacher (old school). *It’s up to you if you wanna believe this.

*lol. Sorry for the title. I changed it to ‘Ma’am’ since the ones talking here are girls. I’m out of my mind now. Like what I said, my mind (brain) is flying! lol. :D:D:D

The Secret

One day, one friend asked another,
‘How is it that you are always so happy?
You have so much energy,
and you never seem to get down..’

With her eyes smiling, she said,
‘I know the Secret!’
‘What secret is that?’
To which she replied,
‘I’ll tell you all about it,
but you have to promise to
share the Secret with others.’

‘The Secret is this:
I have learned there is little I can do
in my life that will make me truly happy
I must depend on God to make
me happy and to meet my needs.
When a need arises in my life,
I have to trust God to supply
according to HIS riches.
I have learned most of the time
I don’t need half of what I think I do.
He has never let me down.
Since I learned that ‘Secret’ , I am happy.’

The questioner’s first thought was,
‘That’s too simple!’
But upon reflecting over her own life
she recalled how she thought a bigger house
would make her happy, but it didn’t!
She thought a better paying job
would make her happy, but it hadn’t.
When did she realize her greatest happiness?
Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren,
playing games, eating pizza or reading a story,
a simple gift from God.
 
Now you know it too!
We can’t depend on people to make us happy.
Only GOD in His infinite wisdom can do that.
Trust HIM!
And now I pass the Secret on to you!
So once you get it, what will you do?

YOU have to tell someone the Secret, too!
That GOD in His wisdom will take care of YOU!
But it’s not really a secret…
We just have to believe it and do it..
Really trust God!

 
Just Pass It On!
        I just did I hope you do too.

Forwarded (copy-paste) – Jovie Montilla [CLE teacher]

Hi Teacher Jovie! I hope you can read this. I miss you so much. See you soon at MS! Byebye!

I know your bored again, so I will finish it now. Bye! Good Luck!

~Laila017~

The use of -*****- doesn’t mean a bad word. I just use it for a hidden word that only my friends know. I can’t say it publicly but what happened I can share. Okay? So guys please don’t think I’m saying a bad word. I don’t even say such words like that. Thanks.

~Laila017~

Of course everyone knows Taylor Swift’s song “Love Story”. I got the title from that. Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy reading this forwarded email from my friend. I know it sounds so *** but it really touched me.

*Sorry for the “****” thingy. I’m getting used to it now. lol. [also lol] )

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A girl asked a guy if she was pretty. The guy said No.

She asked if he would want to be with her forever. And he said No.

She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry. Once again he replied No. (

She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears were streaming down her face. The boy grabbed her arm and said…

You’re not pretty. You’re beautiful.

I don’t want to be with you forever. I need to be with you forever.

Lastly…

I wouldn’t cry if you’ll walk away. I’d die.

[awww...those touching words...:((]

~Laila017~