debut

You are invited!

Mar & Alice Banta

request the honor of your presence
on the

Debut Celebration

of their daughter,

CHICKLET,

on Saturday, the 19th day of June
year two thousand and four
at six oclock in the evening
at the

Garden Tent
Garden Oases Restaurant
Porras Street, Bo. Obrero, Davao City

How Birthday Parties Started

The tradition of birthday parties started in Europe a long time ago. It was feared that evil spirits were particularly attracted to people on their birthdays. To protect them from harm, friends and family would come to be with the birthday person and bring good thoughts and wishes. Giving gifts brought even more good cheer to ward off the evil spirits. This is how birthday parties began.

At first it was only kings who were recognized as important enough to have a birthday celebration (maybe, this is how the tradition of birthday crowns began). As time went by, children became included in birthday celebrations. The first children's birthday parties occurred in Germany and were called Kinderfeste.

People are like stained-glass windows.

They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,

but when the darkness sets in,

their true beauty is revealed

only if there is a light from within.
~ Elizabeth Kubler Ross ~

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Reflection

Look   at   me
You   may   think   you   see   who   I   really   am
But   you'll   never   know   me.

Ev'ry   day  it's   as   if   I   play   a   part
Now   I   see  If   I   wear   a   mask
I   can   fool   the   world
But   I   cannot   fool   my   heart.

Who   is   that   girl   I   see
Staring   straight   back   at   me?
When   will   my   reflection   show
Who   I   am   inside?

I   am   now
In   a   world   where   I   have   to   hide   my   heart
And   what   I   believe   in
But   somehow  I   will   show   the   world
What's   inside   my   heart
And   be   loved   for   who   I   am.

Who   is   that   girl   I   see
Staring   straight   back   at   me?
Why  is  my  reflection  someone  I  don't  know?
Must   I   pretend   that   I'm
Someone   else   for   all   time?
When   will   my   reflection   show
Who   I   am   inside?

There's   a   heart   that   must   be   free   to   fly
That  burns  with  a  need  to  know  the  reason  why
Why   must   we   all   conceal
What   we   think,  how   we   feel
Must   there   be   a   secret   me
I'm   forced   to   hide?

I   won't   pretend   that
I'm  someone  else  for   all   time
When   will   my   reflection   show
Who   I   am   inside?

When   will   my   reflection   show
Who   I   am   inside?