It's 11:53 pm, let's make it fast.



I miss a certain guy so much. He used to ask how I was doing, had I passed my requirements, was I getting along with the others... he showed me he cares. He used to tell me he knew I can, that I just have to believe I can. He believed in me. I miss him.

When I first saw him, I had the impressions that he's the kind of person that would make everybody happy. He was smiling. I was new to everything, but, seing the others cheering when he entered, I knew I wasn't wrong. I'm happy.

Sometimes, when our class do stupid things, he tells us something stupid in return. He would sing to us Dora The Explorer's or Teletubbies' theme songs. Even though he would always tell us to grow up, we never seem to listen. I bet it was hard for him, looking back now, Adelfa was a chaos, but united. It was fun while it lasted.

During the Humanities Week Celebration, since I was never athletic, Dadoods made a deal with me. I was my class' contestant for Ms. Humanities. It wasn't all bad. He helped me all the way. He prepared for almost everything. During the pageant, I'm very proud to say that my second Dad was the only teacher visiting his students. He checked on me and Marcgell, giving words of encouragement. He even brought an electric fan for me, promise!

It wasn't just Humanities Week. Not just Buwan ng Wika, or Nutrition Month... He would always look after us. Even though he would tell us to grow up, he gave us minimal chance to do so. I'm not sure if we were scared, or, maybe we just didn't want to "grow up", but, he never failed to help us, whatever the trouble was.

I miss him. We lost the Folk Dance just a while ago. And, believe it or not, I had a dream of him the night before, he was complaining about something in our routine, I'm not sure...

I guess it was right when he said it's time to stop depending on him and stand on our own feet. But, this time, we failed. . . I'm sad.

Our Dadoods is very talented.

Labels: emo, random, school

It's 11:53 pm, let's make it fast.



I miss a certain guy so much. He used to ask how I was doing, had I passed my requirements, was I getting along with the others... he showed me he cares. He used to tell me he knew I can, that I just have to believe I can. He believed in me. I miss him.

When I first saw him, I had the impressions that he's the kind of person that would make everybody happy. He was smiling. I was new to everything, but, seing the others cheering when he entered, I knew I wasn't wrong. I'm happy.

Sometimes, when our class do stupid things, he tells us something stupid in return. He would sing to us Dora The Explorer's or Teletubbies' theme songs. Even though he would always tell us to grow up, we never seem to listen. I bet it was hard for him, looking back now, Adelfa was a chaos, but united. It was fun while it lasted.

During the Humanities Week Celebration, since I was never athletic, Dadoods made a deal with me. I was my class' contestant for Ms. Humanities. It wasn't all bad. He helped me all the way. He prepared for almost everything. During the pageant, I'm very proud to say that my second Dad was the only teacher visiting his students. He checked on me and Marcgell, giving words of encouragement. He even brought an electric fan for me, promise!

It wasn't just Humanities Week. Not just Buwan ng Wika, or Nutrition Month... He would always look after us. Even though he would tell us to grow up, he gave us minimal chance to do so. I'm not sure if we were scared, or, maybe we just didn't want to "grow up", but, he never failed to help us, whatever the trouble was.

I miss him. We lost the Folk Dance just a while ago. And, believe it or not, I had a dream of him the night before, he was complaining about something in our routine, I'm not sure...

I guess it was right when he said it's time to stop depending on him and stand on our own feet. But, this time, we failed. . . I'm sad.

Our Dadoods is very talented.

Labels: emo, random, school