Sometimes you may have mga kaibigan that talk about being Lesbian or gay or bisexual is just nasty and plain gross,but It's not nasy at all.It's your personality and you control it no one else.There's no problem for being that.If you are then well i hope you have mga kaibigan who apprecite who you are and how your like. My best friend is a guy and yes I have a crush on him but Just today I found out that he was bisexual.At first I was shocked but the truth is that I don't really care.I pag-ibig him just they way he is and he will always be the best's friend i could I have ever had.He's special to me and I will not leave him because of that.He will always be that sunlight that shines my araw every afternoon.He may be made fun of but he has me and who ever makes fun of him I will fight them.I don't care if it's against the rules or if I can get arrested for it I pag-ibig him for being my best friend and I will protect him no matter what.If you make fun of this artikulo and put that people like that are nasty I swear I will ulat you no matter what,but for those who care..thank you for caring...Thank you...
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my puso is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look pasulong to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my puso is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look pasulong to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
