Hey there. So I said that I won’t be entertaining declamation piece requests. But then I was moved by some of the comments of my dear readers and blog visitors that I can’t help but grant them. I feel happy knowing that I was able to be of help.

So today, I would be posting some but I would have to redirect you to the source. I don’t want to get all the credit so I have to route you to where I really got the pieces.

This post is for you, guys. (:

** Disclaimer: Again, I want to remind everyone that I am not the author of any of the declamation pieces that will be posted here.

The Lost Girl

I am a girl, young in heart and in mind…
I am carefree, I enjoy doing nothing
but play,play and play…

I seldom go to school but hmp! nobody cares!
Instead,you will see me roaming around
standing at the nearby canto,
or hanging around at the sari-sari store
standing beside the jukebox stand…

One day I asked I asked my mother to teach me
how to behave, to live, and appreciate all the
beautiful things in life.
Would you like to know what she told me?
She said… " Can’t you see, I have to hurry up for my
majong session! " So I turned to my father to console me.
But what a wonderful word he did tell me…
" Child, I have to finish my overtime work…Here’s 500 pesos,
go and ask your teacher about that question…

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I Killed Him Because I Love Him

Honourable judge, gentlemen of the jury, people of the Philippines judge me, am I guilty or not guilt?

But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.
There was a young girl seventeen years of age with a curvaceous body 36, 24, 26, a long hair and sizzling eyes.
Being rich as she was she studied at an exclusive school.

Oh my gosh! I met this guy. He's the best player in our basketball team, and he's the heartthrob of our school.

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Am I to be Blamed?

They’re chasing me, they’re chasing, no they must not catch me, I have enough money now, yes enough for my starving mother and brothers.

Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me. Very well, officers? take me to your headquarters. Good morning captain! no captain, you are mistaken, I was once a good girl, just like the rest of you here. Just like any of your daughters. But time was, when I was reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived honestly in life. My, father, mother, brothers, sisters and I. But then, poverty enters the portals of our home. My father became jobless, my mother got ill. The small savings that my mother had kept for our expenses were spent. All for our daily needs and her needed medicine.

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Tonight’s sky is very clear.
There are a lot of stars.
But I still feel like something’s missing.
And then I realized, I was looking for the moon.

Maybe this is also the exact same reason I am finding it hard to let go.

I may be in a happy crowd or in a joyous get-together, but I am yearning for something that is not there.
Something that I’ve been planning to let go yet I never really wanted to.

What is it I really wanted?

Let’s have a break from all my “this-post-does-not-necessarily-have-any-deeper-meaning-but-I-just-want-to-make-you-curious” posts.

Today, I am just going to share what I dreamt last night. [:
And I’ll try to make this post short, as well.
Here it goes.

I’m already married.
Well, that’s what and how I felt in my dream.
I’m already living with my husband… and with his mom.
In real life, I would not like that to happen.
Well, I really had nothing against it in my dream, though. I and his mother got along just fine.
Other than being married and living under the same roof with his mother, I am a housewife… yeah. Just a housewife – which is something I never really wanted to become in real life.

Anyways, every time my husband comes home from work, he would give me a small pack of Ovalteenies. (You can search it up on Google if you are not familiar with this) Just one pack. Nothing more.

This just became our everyday routine.
He goes to work.
I’m left on the house.
He comes back from work.
He gives me a pack of Ovalteenies.
And the day is over.

There’s not even time for a “couple chit-chat”.

One day, he got home and gave me the pack of Ovalteenies.
He then went straight to the kitchen.
I got something out from my room. It was the Ovalteenies from the other day which I haven’t eaten yet. And then I thought that eventually, pack of Ovalteenies will just then pile up.
That’s when I realized I got sick of how monotonous our life has become.

I got the chance to talk to him in private.
I went straight to the point and told him that I am no longer happy with the way we are. And what’s with the Ovalteenies every day? He could’ve given me something else for a change.
He was also kind of upset and he said something back. I just forgot what it was.
The next thing I remembered was that I really felt sorry for what I said.

The next day when he returned from work, I apologized to him.
He then got something out from his pocket.
It was another pack of Ovalteenies.
He handed it to me and said:
“I am also sorry. I just thought that you’d love the Ovalteenies since this is your favorite. I’ll try to understand you better from now on.”

I was moved. I hugged him saying that I am the one who’s sorry and that I am the one who needs to understand him more.

And that’s the end of my short dream.

In life, we don’t usually notice the small things. What we don’t know is that the simplest actions are actually the ones that mean something more.

Take a look around you.
There may be a lot of Ovalteenies life has to offer that you failed to appreciate. [:

I’ve got this feeling I need to go somewhere…

Somewhere I can find peace…

THAT kind of peace.

I’m not referring to Never Land this time.

I just want to go somewhere.

Just somewhere.

Even if it means I’m going by myself.

And when I had my mind set up to where I’m going to go,

rain falls.

…

I will still go..

Maybe not this time..

Maybe on some other day..

Or some other night..

And maybe with someone.

You were supposed to be a dream.. a beautiful paradise.
A land of hope and happiness.

I nurtured the thought, hoping that someday, all of these would come.
I know that I am not supposed to take care of you.
But deep inside, I really want you.

But then, as this grew deeper inside of me, you made my anxieties grew.
I can’t just get you out of my head. You’ve been bothering me every time now.

Before I clearly realized it, I created a monster.

You ate my peace. You gave me a lot of confusions. It’s starting to hurt.
I can’t escape from you for you always find your way to get me. You’ve been lurking behind the shadows. You’ve been visiting me on my sleep. You’ve been haunting my whole life.

Even if how much I wanted you, I just have to get rid of you.
Destroy you before you completely devour the whole of me.

It’s hard for me to kill you so I have to find some other way.

I buried you, hoping that you would just rot there in time.
No, you’re not dead yet. You were just buried alive.

The confusions and anxieties slowly grew smaller. Peace is slowly coming back to me and I’m slowly getting my life back in order.

I hoped this would just go on.

But no.

You’re also slowly making your way out of the ground.

Please no.

I just can’t have you back in my life now.

So no.

Please stay buried for the moment.
Please just stay there.

So that if ever the time comes that I would stumble upon you and decided to dig you up, I won’t get affected by your existence anymore… that you can haunt me no longer… that I would want you no more.

So please.

Stay there.

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I was supposed to point to a third person but decided to use “you” instead of “it”.
This could be figurative.. but who really knows? ;)

Happy birthday, Jesus :D
Merry Christmas, everyone!

Thank You, Lord God for the gift of family, friends, life.
Thank You for my ## years of existence.
Thank You for all the experiences, for all the people I’ve met, for the blessings, for making me ME.

Thank you, dear family for always being there, especially to my ever supportive parents.
Thank you, little sister for the letter. I find it so sweet.
For the relatives who were here, thank you so much.
I really had fun and I hope we could get together again some other day. [:

Thank you, friends who spent the day with me.
Thank you to those people who helped buy and prepare the oyster. XD
Thank you because I was able to light some candles.
Thank you because I had fun at the plaza.
Thank you for the food and drinks.
For the time, talks and all, I appreciate them so much.
Thank you for staying up late.. or actually staying up till early in the morning.
Thank you for watching the sunrise with me, although there really was no sun. XD
Thank you all for the greetings – all are read, appreciated and actually “documented”. :p

I hope that this would be another fruitful and fun year.
To everyone, I hope to have you until the end. [:

Love lots.

God bless always. ^^

I’ve been reading old blog posts from my other blog – ChurvAYA and came upon this one. Reminds me of hmmmn.. ;]
Anyways, I’ll be crossposting this one here ~

I did like you.
Well.. I still do.
I just like you like you, not that I am in love with you.
Well, I love you.
But not that kind of love.
I know you are not mine.
And it’s really okay if I don’t own you.
But this uneasy feeling of knowing you belong to someone else…
Not that I am jealous.
Not that I want you for my own.
Maybe I’m just scared…
Scared that you might drift away from me.
Scared to lose you… even if you are not really mine.
Maybe I just learned to keep you.
…
You are special..
And maybe I was kind of hoping that I was special for you, too.
…
I have been thinking,
That maybe when it was in another place and time,
It could have been the two of us.
…
Not that I was wishing we will end up together..
Not that I want you for myself..
But then again..
Maybe…
Just maybe…
I actually do.