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Worst Day

I know that you already knew about the love affair between Louanne, Prits and Prots because I already posted it on my blog. The journey of love between the three of them continued. One day, Prots and Prits had an L.Q or what they call as lovers' quarrel. I was very happy for them because I am the kontrabida in their love story. Prits said that she doesn't love Prots anymore. She also said that she really hate him. I was really happy. I realized that she was not kind of person( a slut ). Few days later, Prots approached Prits. He asked Prits to forgive him. Prits immediately forgave him. They became together again. I lost trust to Prits because I hate people those who made promises that they can't do. And she doesn't care about me. They don't care about my feelings. I told myself, " Why did she come into my life? ". Ever since we broke up, my life became miserable. My grades decreased because of him. I was very excited to see him everyday. I am very mad at both of them. They ruined my life. Am I crazy? Yes, Iam. I was crazy in love with Prots BEFORE. I can't understand what's happening to me right now. Even my best friend? I can't believe this!!! Now I can prove to myself that she is really a slut or what they call as G.R.O or Guest Reltions Officer. She stole my boyfriend. I don't like her anymore. She is such a liar. I always put into my mind the saying, " Don't fall in love with your best friend's " ex". If to kill is not a sin, I would have killed them before. I will expose her true attitude to the public. She is just pretending to be nice. But the truth is, she is very flirt. I promised to myself not to have a friend like her again. I don't want to be a slut like her. I hid her identity because I have still a conscience. I have still a fear in God. I don't want to commit a sin because of them. The more I see her flirting to my " ex- boyfriend ", the more I am hurt. I'm very very angry at her. She's the one I trusted a lotever since, but she broke that trust. Now she ask for forgiveness? What a non sense question! I know that every people should forget, but forgive her? No way!!! There is no such way that we could build our friendship AGAIN. Friendship needs trust. I won't put my trust on her again. She is the one destroying my trust to her. She would make the greatest mistake in her life if she continue doing this. She is not only liar but she is such a traitor. She always report me to Prots. Prots also defended her. Their relationship is prohibited in UP High. Supposed to be, they are now suspended from school. But Karla didn't report them. They should thank Karla in doing this. If I loose my patient, I, myself would report them. They are always doing PDA. I hate PDA. Prots makes me remind of my father. He was like Prots(chick boy). My father left us and went with another girl.
Badminton...

Badminton is the favorite sport of almost all Upians including me. I like playing badminton because it's very easy to play and at the sane time enjoyable. Playing badminton is also good for the body. It is really my favorite sport. In fact, I am one of the players in our school. I joined the badminton competition during our Intramurals. Even before, i joined a lot of competitions in our school. Our lesson today in P.E is all about badminton. I;m very sure that my grades for P.E for this grading period will not decrease because i know badminton by heart. Playing badminton is my passion. It also becomes my hobby. I like to compete with people who are the best in playing badminton. Who knows, through badminton, I can reach for my dreams and become successful! I can have my own family and we will have a better life. Oh! I'm just dreaming. It is very possible to happen someday. Even though I'm thin or small, i can do great things llike smashing very strong. On March 23, 2007, during our P.E class, I was very excited because I knew that we would play badminton. I dressed up quickly and ran to the athletics office together with Gizelle for us to get the most beautiful rocket. I chose the violet rocket because they say, it is very nice. It's true! I had a nice game. It was our practical exam that will serve as our Periodical Test in P.E. I practiced together with my classmates so that I could get a perfect score. I practiced with Queenie, Cielo, and Gizelle. Cielo hit the shuttle cock strongly. The shuttle cock went out to the street. Thank God we have another shuttle cock to replace that. We played again. We were all laughing at Cielo when she hit the shuttle cock again strongly. It almost went out of the street. Our game was continuous. Until it's time for me to play. I was mot nervous because I already practiced and had a stretching and I was confident. The game went on smoothly. Ms. Maquilan was my competitor. The game ended. I got a perfect score. They said that our game was very nice. I said it's because of my rocket. My classmates also used my rocket because they wanted to be perfect also. I was very happy for them because they also got perfect. I continued playing badminton. When I am playing badminton, I forget about my problems. I rested a while and watched the others play. I drank a lot of water from the sink because I sweat out a lot of water from my body. I should replace that so that I would not lack water in my body. I continued to play even though I was very tired. The bell rang. I stopped playing and returned the rocket at the athletics office. Later, I decided to go home. I lied down to bed and rested. I slowly closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Sinulog Festival

Sci-Tech Week

Family Day

During the Family Day, we were very busy preparing for the tent, our costumes for our presentation, etc. with the help of some parents, our tent became the most beautiful tent. We were not expecting that to happen. In the first part of the event, we had a mass. It was drizzling during the mass. We know it was a blessing from God. After that, I was very worried about Leejee. She wanted to commit suicide. I thought it was just a joke but she bought a blade from a nearby store. She was very worried that the PDA top five might tell her mother about the PDA something. Leejee and George's parents didn't know yet about their relationship. Her worry increased when George' parents arrived. Thank God the PDA top five didn't tell them. She waited for her mother. The time of our performance of the folk dance came. We wore our costumes. Successfully, we did it very well! Leejee was still worried because her mother had not yet arrived. We went into our classroom. Accidentally, Leejee was wounded by the blade that she bought. There was a lot of blood coming out from the cut into her finger. She almost fainted. She had a fear in blood. We searched for an alcohol. We saw an alcohol on George's seat. We gave it to her. We searched for a cloth in her bag. We found a cell phone there. It has a camera. We thought it was Leejee's so we took pictures on her. We didn't mind her at all. We were very busy taking pictures. We went to the soccer field in the AS Grounds to watch the game. We got bored and went back to the classroom. We saw Leejee lying on her chair. We didn't care about her. We went to the tent to see if it's time for us to eat our lunch. We brought the cell phone with us. Reiner saw the cell phone. He said it's his. We were very embarrassed but at the same time angry. We were very angry at Leejee because she didn't tell us that it was Reiner's cell phone. She let us to be embarrassed. It's time for us to eat. The mother of Leejee came together with her brother, Lehmar. Leejee was still in the classroom. Her mother and her brother searched for her. They met when Leejee went to the tent. After that, we had a lot of picture- takings. They were so many games. I saw my former classmates there because their brothers and sisters are students of UP High.
A Wonderful Day

Sunday, March 25, 2007
My Worst Christmas Party

My Love Story

What Friends Mean To Me

Being A First Honors

All About Myself





















Hi! I’m Louanne Mae Cadungog. I’m 13 years of age. I live in 0977 La Guardia St. Lahug, Cebu City. I came from a broken family. My father covets another girl. The girl got pregnant. My father didn’t ever go back to us. After their separation, my mother was very depressed. She grew thin. She didn’t eat. My father broke our communications with him. He went to Zamboanga together with the girl who was pregnant in that time. My mother is the only one supporting us right now. We are four in the family. Accidentally, while I was cleaning in our house, I saw a letter from the bag of my mother. I read it. It was from my tita, the sister- in- law of my father. She said that my father brought the girl to their house. The girl was pregnant. His brothers are all very angry with my father. They said he is the black sheep in the family. Until the girl bore a child. My father let the girl rode in our motorcycle, which was bought by my mother. My mother grew angrier. She went to Zamboanga to confront my father and the girl. When she reached there, she saw my father and the girl. She attacked them because of her anger. If my grandparents and relatives were not there, maybe she had killed the girl. In fairness, my mother is prettier than her. They said my father was potioned by the girl because the father of the girl was an albularyo or what they call in English as the quack doctors. The girl was also from Aurora, Zamboanga City. If I have the chance to confront her, I would slap her on the face. When my mother attacked the girl, my father defended her. My mother got the motorcycle from him because it was hers. The girl fought back to my mother. My relatives also defended my mother. She stayed there for how many nights to settle the problem. She went back to Cebu with the problem unsettled. She wanted to ask support from my father. Months passed, all of us went to Zamboanga. I saw my father there but I didn’t see the girl. My father acted like nothing was happening. He toured me by riding on a tricycle, which he borrowed, from my uncle. He said that we would go to the city. But instead, we went to the house of the girl. There, I finally saw the girl. She talked to me nicely. I returned to her the doll that she gave me during my birthday. It’s as ugly as her. I controlled my emotions because my father would surely scold me if I would do that. We went downstairs. I saw my father taking a bath in the comfort room. The girl took me to her grandmother who was drying the seedlings of jackfruit. I was scared at her because she was very old and her hair was very white. She let me kissed her hand. The girl forced me. If I would write my life story to Maalaala Mo Kaya, my story would probably be the best story ever. Through this tragedy in my life, I learned a lot. I become a strong person in my generation. I can stand on my own now. When I finish high school, I would like to take up the law course because I want to be a lawyer for our father to be put to jail because of withdrawal of support.
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