Recognition Day

March 28, 2007

My very first time to attend such event for I’m an awardee for the Most Outstanding Girl Scout of the year. It started with a procession followed by a simple prayer led by Mrs. Aguilar. After the prayer, the singing of the National Anthem and our school’s hymn.

I’m the only one who wore this Girl Scout Uniform that causes me to become very awkward. Not only because of the uniform but most of all, I don’t have my Mother/Father to accompany me on the stage.

The time came when I have to climb up the stairs and go on the stage. Every step felt weirder and weirder. Then Mrs. Cabual came and accompanied me from the stairs, to the stage and back to our chairs. I would like to give her my best gratitude for being my temporary parent for the day.

After the special awards, the Honor Roll from First Year to Third Year. As the name is called, more and more parents and students from the crowd are leaving the gymnasium. When the Third Year Students are called, there are over 30 persons left causes us to cheer our fellow classmates. Although few people are left, we’re still very happy to celebrate our Recognition Day.

“Life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it.”

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“Life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it.”
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We were kindergartners then. I was a kid; we were kids, specifically playmates. I stared at him silently as he draw superman on his notebook. I wish he was my friend. I couldn’t resist but stare at him all the time, wishing we’ll be together until the end of time.

Kindergarten days passed by silently. I was a grade-schooler; we were grade-schoolers, specifically classmates. I talked to him about our assignment while staring at his face secretly. I wish he was my friend. I couldn’t control myself as he brushes up his hair whenever he plays basketball. He grew up to be a good kid, just like any other good kids do. I couldn’t resist but stare at him all the time. Wishing we’ll be together until the end of time, wishing that this so-called “time” would never end.

I never know we’re already in high school. We eventually became friends. I’m a freshman; we were freshmen, specifically seatmates. I confronted him about our new lesson in algebra and he taught me easily. I wished we will be closer. I wish I was a boy so that I could be with him all the time. I couldn’t help but be bothered by the certain emotions mixing inside me. He developed into an enigmatic guy, just like any ordinary enigmatic guys which girls love to drool over with. I couldn’t help myself from wishing that we’ll be together till the end of time that we’ll be buried together when we die.

We graduated from high school. We became the best buddies in college. I’m from Block I; we were from Block I. Specifically best friends. Once, I asked for his opinions about this guy who’s courting me. He just replied, “If you love him, then you should open you heart and accept him from what he is.” Then he nodded and walked away. I admit and I know I love him. I wish he loves me too, so that he will be jealous. Jealous, so that he could blabber his real feelings for me when he lose his control. I wish we’ll be together like real lovers… I once attempted to say my feelings about him, but even before I started, he said he should go because he was supposed to meet a girl. I was broken. I wish I never love him. I wish I could forget all the things about him. But the feeling in my heart shouts that I should still love him, because life will never be called life unless there is no love existing on it. I’m still wishing.

Years passed and we graduated from college and we both got a job. I worked in a bank; we worked in a bank. I was surprised and ashamed of myself when he said he was going to be married. I was more of being broken than surprised and excited. I know I have to move on and find a new guy. But how? You know, half of my life on Earth was with him, loving him… Wedding day came and he said “Wow! You’re here! Any escorts?” I smiled painfully and secretly hide the hurt in my heart. I wished we’ll end up marrying in a church. I wish he was mine, and I’m still wishing.

Decades passed and we both grow into healthy individuals. We both gained our own families. You know, every great stories ends up with someone dying on the end. In short, he died. And I’m telling you I accepted it naturally because he’s my best friend. On his interment, his younger brother brought his journal and read some parts of it… I was stunned…

“June 1, 1978. We were kindergartners then, I was a kid; we were kids, playmates, coincidentally. I stared at her silently as she brushes the hair of her doll. I wish she was my friend. I couldn’t resist but stare at her all the time, wishing we’ll be together when we both grow old.”

His brother flipped pages and began to read again. While me, I’m starting to cry. He continued…
“June 7, 1980. Kindergarten days passed by silently. I was a grade-schooler; we were grade-schoolers, classmates, coincidentally. I talked to her about the previous episode of our favorite show which I missed last night. She grew up into a pretty girl, like any other pretty girls do. I couldn’t resist but stare at her silently all the time, wishing we’ll be together until the end of time, wishing that this so-called “time” would never come to an end.”

His brother started to sob and he still continued.

“June 14, 1986. I never know we’re already in high school. We eventually became best friends. I’m a freshman; we were freshmen, seatmates coincidentally. I taught her about our first lesson in algebra and I know she hardly understands it but she still thanked me. I wish we will be closer. I wish I was a girl so that I could be with her all the time. I couldn’t help but be bothered by the certain emotions mixing inside my whole. She developed into a talkative yet smart young lady, just like any ordinary talkative and bright young lady do. I couldn’t help myself from wishing that we’ll be together until the end of time that we’ll be buried together when we die.

His brother almost collapsed and his older sister came in and continued.

“June 21, 1990. We graduated from high school. We became the best buddies in college. I’m from Block I; we were from Block I, specifically and coincidentally best friends. Once, she asked me for an opinion about this guy who’s starting to court her. I was hurt. I knew I loved her ever since we were still in the sandbox playing together. I answered a very ugly and corny statement and walked away after so that I could hide the tears in my eyes. I wish we’ll be together like real loves do. I attempted to say my feelings about her but she suddenly remembered her project in English and worked on it right away. I was broken. An English Project might be better than me. I wish I never love her. I wish I could forget all the things about her. But the feelings in my heart yells that I should still love her, because life would never be called life unless there’s no love existing on it. I’ll continue wishing.”

I felt my husband caressing my back and telling me to be calm. His sister continued…

“June-August 1996. Years passed and we graduated from college. I worked in a bank; we worked in a bank. I met Clarisse and I got attracted to her even if I still love my childhood friend. I know I have to move on with my own life and I will marry Clarisse even if I don’t love her. So we end up marrying each other. Wedding day came; I was more of depressed than excited. I know I have a new partner and I know I’m so lucky to have Clarisse by my side and I have to move on but HOW? Half of my life on this world was spend with her, loving her, my childhood friend… She came to our wedding day and I asked her for a gift or if she has a companion with her. She just smiled. I think she was happy for me. I wish she’ll be the one who’s wearing the most beautiful gown today. I wish she was mine. I’m still wishing…”

Everybody in the church was listening silently and I cried out all the pain in my heart. Her sister read the last two entries on his journal. He rarely writes on it these past few years.

“June 28, 2002. Today, it’s exactly six years after I got married, Clarisse and I broke up because of a major problem, she said she didn’t love me anymore and that she cannot raise two kids easily. That’s it. We had two children and both were still young. I have to tell you something no one else knows… I have a colon cancer… What should I do? God please help me… I’m only 28 years old yet I am so depressed…”

After two years… Three days before he died, this was his last entry…

“August 1, 2004. Now I’m here in the hospital, my youngest is sitting by my side. I’m bald, you should know. I’m waiting for my time and I know I’m already prepared. Thank You God for giving me a chance to experience life, to learn how to love and be loved. I hope my childhood friend would come before You get my soul and judge it. After I die, You know I would still love her. I never fall out of love for her really; she’s the girl I used to love even from the start and I would never fall out of love for her. God, please help me to reach her with my wings… Goodbye and I love you.”

All the people were crying for good. They all got a lesson, and they were contented with what happened. My husband accepted the fact sincerely. Before his coffin was taken down, I dropped a white rose and whispered. “I hope you could reach me with your wings… I love you…” I smiled painfully and thanked him for the 30 years we’ve shared together.

P.S.
nakailang tissue ka?

queckie taho and bogurt(hahahawalakangpakialam)

Little Twin Stars

This pair of characters was introduce to me by my Titas. They said that this was popular in their times. Haha! They are soo cute! My hanky is the only Little Twin Star product in my Closet.

Little Twin Stars is a pair of characters made by Sanrio. The little brother is called Kiki while the elder sister is called Lala. Kiki has blue hair, while Lala has pink hair (sometimes, Kiki’s hair is brown, while Lala’s hair is blonde). Both have a birthday of December 24. They were introduced in 1975 and enjoyed popularity in the early 1980’s.

Though the mystical twins were born on the Star of Compassion, they “pass[ed] the time wondering about life on Earth, the planet they had heard so many stories about. With permission from Mother-Star and Father-Star they set out for a visit to Earth. Lala’s star wand led them on their journey. Ever since they arrived they have been spreading happiness to everyone they meet.

The characters make cameo appearances in 2004 on the front cover of
“Tomoko Kawase” Tommy February6’s second album Tommy Airline and in her video for the song “MaGic in youR Eyes”.
Source:Wikipedia.org

Oxygen

Oxygen. We need Oxygen To Live. We need each other to live. We Oxygen, Love Each Other. I Love Oxygen.

This year, many things happened in a four-cornered room. The room of III- Oxygen.
The first thing is that some of my classmates from last year was transferred to another section and one, transferred to another school.

I remembered the first day of my third year days. I was sad. Is being sad a good start? No. I should’ve been happy for at last I will celebrate another year with my classmates.
After a few months..

The second thing that I won’t forget is the departure of our classmate, Meg. Many students have been sad. She is a good classmate. We presented a show for her. Me and all of my classmates and some teachers, except for some Bakal Boys cried.
It only proves that Oxygen Loves Each Other.

Then..
The so-called mini concert of III-Oxygen. It was fun. We performed for an hour and many students and teachers of Honorato C. Perez Sr. Memorial Science High School performed. We depicted the traditions and fashion from the 60’s to the Modern Times. We got a high grade.
The Show made us bonded even well. Our relationship became stronger.

Few Months later..
Cheerleading was announced by our teacher. We insisted on one group but she wants two groups. Cheerleading would almost destroy our relationship but we didn’t want that to happen. The Performance day arrived and the other group won. I can sense that there was a little disappointment from their faces. For me, whoever won the contest from oxygen would be good.
It only says that nothing can break our relationship.

Hours later..
Christmas Party. Ma’am Hilado is the best adviser we ever had. She said that at first, she was proud of the past batch of oxygen but now she says, she’s proud of her advisory class because we are better than them. The Christmas party was so much fun than the last two christmas parties of our highschool life. It was enjoyed by every soul of a student in oxygen.
Every soul of an oxygen student is very close and loves everyone.

No matter what happens, Oxygen will continue to help, care and LOVE each other.

-mrgfdc