CDKADA GO: Colegio de Kidapawan Acquaintance Party Year 5
It was fine and
cozy night afternoon yesterday, when the gymnasium was filled with smiling faces.
The start of classes in June ushered a lot of hope for all students. Great hope to get good grades and have lots of fun and excitement too. The acquaintance party is one of those exciting chills. But I don't think it provided a nice avenue for old and new students to be acquainted with each other.
It was jammed by two bubbly masters of ceremonies, Ma. Coleen and Peter Jay. The program opened through an invocation.
It was a showcased of various surprises starting with the game introduced by the outgoing CSC President. Then it was followed by the Transformer, Generation X contest. The guideline is that each department must have one male and female entry. It must be real male and female identity. The gymnasium went on an uproar during the transformation of the contestants from male to female identity and female to male identity.
The party was colored with the different intermission numbers of the bands and dancers of CdK.
I hope everyone enjoyed it.
Tsk tsk tsk...
STUMBLED AND DOWN
Some trees grow less leaves and branches...
Some clouds grow separated from each other...
Some love don't even grow.
There is a sad fact that lingers my canvas. I can no more see blotches of ink. My blurred vision provokes my eyes to rest. Have I lost my contact lenses with reality? Why must there be a love like this when its paints and happiness are untitled?
No break up... But she's now with another guy. She left without a word [leave me hanging on air]. It's obviously over. She already forgot that I existed and was still her boyfriend. Of a girl who seem to care but when I'm not she'll just say "I don't care".
I really hate myself for always thinking her and for dreaming of things which could never come true. What a scarlet truth! You have to know her secrets and lies. S***! This is not what I'm expecting.
I feel so sorry. I guess I didn't really make her capable of love for whatever its worth.
Did I just throw away something- and- someone I love?
Well, it's another worthless try. I know. That's how lifes game is played.
Cath, I had loved you more than you think I would, but I feel sorry that you've lost your chance to be loved more than you would ever feel in your life after this."
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