It was a Christmas present from my Dad. Isn’t it awesome? But my new phone is useless, I haven’t texted anyone else besides my Mom. How can I be happy if I don’t used my phone so often? I only use my phone as an alarm clock, so I said to my self that I’m going to ask my friends phone number and text every now and then, to tell you the truth I only have 69 contacts on my phone.LOL, “69” you get the point, and half of it are my relatives, I really don’t have a life. The only textmate I have is Balance Inquiry.
Dad was so worried that my old phone is so old that my friends at school pick on me that’s why he bought me a new phone, actually all I want for Christmas is my very own room. But we haven’t moved out yet, so that can wait, basically I don’t have a Christmas wish list because all of my wish will never be granted anyways, my wishes are too expensive and impossible.
When we were looking for my new phone in MegaMall around Mandaluyong, Dad went in to every store that sells phones, my feet were so sore that I couldn’t catch up, and after 3 hours I finally decided what kind of phone I want but it was out of stock, so we search again, then we bought that picture above, a LG KM5555, mom was telling dad to buy me a “myphone”, what a cheap woman. In the end I didn’t have the phone I wanted but this smartphone is enough for me, it has a ringtone creator, how neat! Now can use my favorite songs to be my ringtone.
This beat is just too dang catchy. DI-DI-DI-DIPLO.
YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO FORGIVE ME FOR MY HORRID VOICE, I THINK I’M SICK AS WELL AS INCAPABLE OF SINGING OTL
INTRO: Blog and follow. Blog and I just reblog and follow. Blog. Blog.
HOOK: I reblog and follow. I reblog-blog-blog-blog-blog and follow. And I ‘like’ a lot of posts from the blogs I follow like there’s no tomorrow. If I smile at your posts then I’m bound to follow.
This is tumbl-tumbl, tumbl-tumbl, tumblr. Tumbl-tumbl, this is tumblr. This ain’t just another, just another, site where you posts a bunch of statuses that no one really cares for.
VERSE ONE: If I say I like your blog it means I honestly do, even if you spaz on idols which is probably true [OMG!]. Cuz I do that with them popstars. Take ‘em. Ship ‘em. See I let out the fanboy in me, too.
But sometimes though, I spaz on posts, my followers unfollow but they just don’t know. Wanna leave, huh? I don’t need’ja. Cuz I’mma still be ‘FOLLOW’-ED like a MOVIE STAR.
I’m all about my bias no one’s comin’ between us. If anybody’s tryin’ to, then I get meaner. Yeah, I get meaner. Cuz they’re with me, bruh. My bias and myself make up my OTP.
You hate me? Just unfollow. Cuz I ain’t even mad, bro. But leave my blog alone, cuz for all the blogs I’m really feelin’, this is what I’m gon’ do.
I wanted to do declamations again. I really do and I wanted it to be the title above. It’s such a great piece.
here’s the whole piece:
vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s
"Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged.Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?
Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.
Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippon’s discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father’s side pleading. “Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” I pulled my father’s arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.
The door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “Are you Captain Luis Santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “Yes,” said my father. “You are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.
We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating,
Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “Consuelo… . Oscar… . Consuelo… . Oscar… . Consuelo… . Oscar… .” we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father hanging on a tree… . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten before he died… . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! Everything went black. The next thing I knew I was nursing my poor invalid mother.
One day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding-dong, ding-dong!” It was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her the way to the hide-out.
Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “Boom, boom, boom, boom!” Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, “I’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “No, Oscar. Vengeance, it’s God’s,” said mother.
But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. “Vengeance is mine not the Lord’s”. “No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.
Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but vengeance is sweeter. That was five years ago, five years… .
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s… . It’s… . God’s. . It’s…”