All people die. This is what we learnt in our subject Philosophy. All people wither out like a flower, no matter how they shine like the sun, or sway like a bamboo. In the end, we are all only a dandelion that will fly away little by little.
Thus, I want to say something for my future self who is already 6 feet below the earth or to the future me who is inside a beautiful container. No matter where I am when the time passes, this is for you.
You have been the type of person who always tries her best in everything. You shine like a star when you want to and you dim like an old light bulb if you want to. You are like the beautiful sunset who I always admired, a night sky full of stars, and a blue clear sky who always made my day.
You are a brave girl who fears bugs and spiders, you are a girl who is almost blind, and a girl who is an epitome of hyperbole. Furthermore, you have a kind heart, too kind that your father deemed you as guillible. For that reason, your father worried for your choice of path of being a lawyer. Where you need a stone for a heart, however, you have a vase for a heart, which really does not suit your profession. But despite that, you made it and became one of the most high rated lawyers.
You may be left this world, but your kindness, smile, and laughter will always remain at our heart. You may have left us but you will be always in our heart.
You are a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul. Bea Cassandra De Leon, left this scene at xxx xx, xxxx but she will be always a gem that will continue to shine even at the heavens above, like a sun gracing us with her smile.
A birthday. When you heard this word, what comes in your mind? Smiles? Sweets? Or maybe even the happiness of a child? But did you know? To a certain child it was a hell in disguise that can give you a lesson. A lesson you did not know until this life throw it to you.
My name is Bea Cassandra De Leon, and I would like to prefer myself as a puzzle. A puzzle easy to solve, easy to manipulate. and easy to adapt in any situations. I am ready to disassemble myself immediately like puzzle scattering in pieces to survive. And when I say “survive” I did not mean a survival of the fittest. But a survival of a mere naive child. A child who does not know anything about life but complaIain about it. That is the type of a child and puzzle I was. And let me tel you a story where this puzzle almoat did not get solved and destroyed beyond repair.
Education. A word that I always disliked. As this word was always aligned to school, And what does school meant to me in the past? Hell, that was school for me. However, at those times where I was always taking my education for granted. The narrator of this long movie tried to take it away from me. Maybe to teach me a lesson or or to make me suffer, but all I know, that it helped me to become a much more sturdy puzzle than I am today.
November 30, a day when I was born. I cannot really remember what year or what age I was when this happened, but I can still remember the horror and how hard the narrator broke me into pieceslike a fragile vase and not as a puzzle. It happened years ago, I think I was in my elementary days, Grade five or six. As I already said from all my works, I always thought that I was curse for always having a war when it comes in my birthday, thus, having a fear of my own said birthday.
However, when we moved here in Cavite, it slowly changed. But despite that, my worse fear and enemy still happened. It was still all smiles and laughter when the sun was still awake and standing up while singing its praise in our own little world. Yet, when the moon stood up ad pushed the sun away from its throne, where the wolves bared its fang to little, young me. I don’t know where, why, and how it started but I can remeber that my father became an active volcano from how he acted that night.
He was outside our home, asking for help from our neighbors buthe was ignored. I do not know why he was asking for help so angrily but I was crying while hugging my little sister, scared out o my wits why it was happening again. Thinking if I did something wrong for God to punish me again like that. And the clock waved its hands and all I can see through my blurry eyes, was my family and I (with my fuming father) inside a van in Anabu Coastal. It was llike three in the midnight and the exact words of my father was:
“Babalik na tayo sa Pasig, ‘wag na kayo mag-aral dahil reklamo lang kayo ng reklamo.”
That’s what he said to me and to my little sister who was shivering like a leaf. And those words that left my father’s mouth made something click inside me.
“Hindi na ko mag-aarral? Panona yungfuture ko? Pano na ‘ko magkakaroon ng trabaho?”
That was the night that once again shattered me and put me back into pieces like a puzzle I am. However, tthe new piece in my being was education. Ever since that day, I was scared of losing my ability to go to school, despite hating the thought of going to school. Ever since that birthday of mine, I started to do my best when it comes to academics, and I try not to take for granted the education that is being given to me for free.
It taught me a lesson, gave me a punsihment, and a gift that I will never forget. It might be bad for my mental health, but for me, it made me tougher and ready for another event in my life that will shatter me again and put me back into pieces once again.
In a museum full of various masterpieces, there was one painting that caught my eyes. It happened a month ago, I was bored back then, when I suddenly thought:
“Why not check it out?”
My friends, Jewel and Shaine, have been talking about the K-pop museum, more specifically Seventeen. Thus, I researched it. I found out that even though the group name is Seventeen, they only have 13 members, it was called Seventeen because 13 members plus 3 sub units (vocal, hiphop, and performance) plus 1 as a whole group that sums up to 17. Therefore, making thire group name Seventeen.
So, I checked it out. The museum was called “Seventeen World”. It was full of their songs, performances, arts and other masterpieces they created themselves. However, there was one painting that caught my heart and grasp it tight like a vise. It was a painting of a man and that painting’s name is “The Angel, Cheater, and Rabbit”. He likes to cheat when it comes to playing games and he is a rabbit when he smiles! Additionally, he is an incredibly handsome man, like an angel if i say so myself. Now let me describe his features.
He has a fair, white skin, it is flawless with no blemishes nor freckles. Furthermore, to compliment his skin, the creator of this world gave him pink lips, so pink that it reminds me of a cotton candy. For him to see, he uses his two round eyes, they are as black as the abyss that I always fell into whenever I stare at his beautiful jewels.
Just like Snape at a fictional novel and movie Harry Potter, he have a wavy, shoulder lengted, sea of black hair with a freebie of a pair of black eyebrows. And for him to breathe, he has a nose that is not pointed or flat, it is only in medium size that really suits his pretty face.
It is Yoo Jeonghan of Seventeen! My idol, and my husband in my delulu mind.
It was a beautiful museum full of wonders that I want to discover, a museum that I want to live in, and a museum where my idol and husband lives.
There is a person who lived through two identities and through the word of God and his book, the same book who made her sacrifice her life’s greatest gift, her lover.
Teodoro Ilogan in the morning and Dory Hernandez in the night, a one hundred and one year old gay man who is now called as “Lola Dory” or “Lola Doring”. Her faith in God was admirable, it was as fierce as a lion and as sturdy as the Kavach. Though she lived as a gay man, a preference that is being pushed away by the bible and by its followers, that did not stop Lola Dory to not only embrace herself, but also to live a life where she did not regret anything.
Moreover, in a picture where it was only black and white, and brown and torn, there lived Lola Dory who fell in love with a man named Tony Hernandez.
He was a man who loved Lola Dory genuinely and passionately, passionately so that Tony does not like it whenever Lola Dory tried to search for another man. This man was not only her love but her soulmate. Soulmate who was driven away, a soulmate whose soul did not have any mate anymore. All because of Lola Dory’s belief.
"Pero ang nakalagay sa bibliya, ang lalaki ay para sa babae, hindi para sa kapwa mo lalaki. Kaya ang ginawa ko… pinag-asawa ko ng babae at ipinakasal ko.”
Those words became a line, a line in which for Lola Dory became her saving grace, but for Tony, it became a rope which pulled his soulmate away from him. Lola Dory could still remember it as clear as a day. Her used to be Tony, slept with her on his first wedding night. However, Lola Dory pushed him away.
Although Lola Dory did that, it was not out of hatred nor envy, but love. She loved Tony so much that she wants her soulmate to have a good life and to have a family. Thus, even if making a sacrifice and sadness in her own story, she pushed Tony in a cliff to let a woman catch him.
Lola Dory’s story was full of sorrow and irony. She lived with her sister, her nephews and nieces lives near her, she said she is not lonely because of them. But she lived a life where she needs to fend for herself, despite living in a plcae full of her own flesh and blood.
Furthermore, she used to live a life full of gold and luxury where she owned four parlor shops, but because she had a stroke, she needed to sell them. Not only that, her twenty-five beauticians already left this story and left Lola Dory alone in this wide and merciless world. Because of this, Lola Dory sometimes wondered why her? Why was she left alive in this lonely world? And the conclusion she made was:
“Mahal ako ng Panginoong Diyos kaya hindi… ako kinukuha hanggang ngayon.”
Lola Dory might live a life where people found pitiful, colorless, or full of regrets but for Lola Dory. It was a life where she did not regret anything despite being full of irony.
The personal narrative that i read was written by Danna Kurt C. Sahagun, her literacy was entitled “Triumph in Christ: The Ultimate Prize”. This event in her life is not unfamiliar to me, considering we had been two peas in a pond for two years now and had been sharing stories of our life to each other. However, this is the first that I am going to read a story about her that is written by herself. Before I show my opinion to the world, let me tell you the summary of the story.
As a friend of Diana, i knew she was religious and carpet competitive, so it is not a surprise that she joined a battle of the minds about the bible. It was full of fun, voices, and hardship, but Despite that, she raised as the victor, like a son who rode and shone brightly at the world. And now, I will react to her story.
Let me first discuss first the structure. Her literacy have 8 paragraphs that consists of almost five hundred words. Her structure is nice, however, her margin was not consistent.
Second, is her mechanics. Whereas I did not see any errors or faults at this part. Furthermore, she even used words that is not common for a story. Nevertheless, I think it is a good and wise choice as it really shows how wide her vocabulary is. In addition, the way she placed each punctuation marks with precise, makes her literacy easy to read, since as her reader, I had time to breathe and take a break.
Additionally, she used different kinds of transitional devices had connective devices that made the story organise and coherent. Thus, the ideas were not scattered.
And lastly, is her story itself. As I said earlier, this is not a new chapter of her life for me as i already knew this page of hers. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed her story like a puppy munching on a sweet treat. It was like emerging myself in a cold water, for the reason that she told her story once again, but this time with more colors, creativity, and for others to read.
I could still remember that special day, a special day for my mother and a hellish day for myself. It happened last year in the month of April, where destiny moved its hands and made magic. Magic that made me fight a war between two things that is important to me, my mother and my exams.
I was in 11th grade when it happened, the moon landed in the middle of April when my mother happily announced that we will be having a road trip for three days. Yes, I know that I should be happy since I could travel and all. However, the problem was there. If I go on that trip (and it’s not a simple trip, it was my mom’s BIRTHDAY trip) then I won’t be able to take my quarterly exam. Of course, my mind, which is a rock didn’t hesitate to tell my mom that I won’t come since I will have an exam on that day. And surprise surprise, my mom sulked.
Thus, I immediately asked for my friends’ advice about this dilemma of mine and they told me to go on that trip since it’s special for my mother. And so, I came with them and that made my mother happy like a puppy who got a treat (which is enchanting, especially her smile).
And BOOM! My era as the Dora the Explorer began.
I woke up at 1 o’clock A.M. and started to prepare myself for the day (or midnight). That was a morning where the moon still hasn’t slept and the water from the Antarctic Ocean is welcoming my body as I bathed. After my family and I got ready, We entered a van and started exploring.
We first arrived at a grape farm located in La Union. The farm was kind of small but they grow beautiful grapes as they hang from the ceiling. Furthermore, they give out free samples of wines (grapes and other fruit) and grape juices. The juice was so good! It was like a bomb of grapes burst in my tongue! But here's a tip, drink the juice immediately, because if you don’t it will taste like alcohol (wine).
Second, is the Ilocos Sur. We drove through a bridge where there’s a logo of “One Ilocos Sur” with a hand pointing at the top. It was really noticeable since it was gigantic. The scenery there was like Aphrodite, with the water and the sky was clear blue, and the mountains were green.Yet, the ground was sparkling because of the heat, so I stayed in our van to protect myself from the scorching ball of lava.
And the last destination was the Baluarte Resort and Mini Zoo located at Ilocos Sur in Vigan. My eyes were wide as a saucer when I arrived there. It was a place where the lava lived, but nevertheless, my smile reached the skies. There, I saw and felt different kinds of animals.
My eyes first met a baby deer. It was so cute! It was like a giant puppy and they were really nice! But their fur was tough as a mountain. The second animal that I met was an ostrich and it was scary as hell! It was glaring at me like I stole their eggs and it was like they were ready to pounce at me anytime soon. Nevertheless I admired them. The third animal I met was a camel. They were so tall and majestic! They stood proudly through the dusty, sandy land as they ate the greens offered to them by the visitors. They weren't that cute as the baby deer, but they were like a gem! The next animal that my eyes spotted was a zebra. They look so cool in real life! They look like a pedestrian line. And the last animal that I met and who also caught my heart was the white lion. I can’t remember their name but that lion was like royalty! It sat like a queen and stood like a king. The lion was nice but still scary, it was like Michael Myers, silent but deadly.
Those trips lasted for four whole days. But those days was worth missing the test (but I took them right after I got back to school). I was like Snowwhite in those four days. I did what I wanted and met many types of animals and talked to them like they are humans. However, those four days were one of the best moments of my life.
She went to Pasig Elementary School and Malagasang I-G Elementary School for her Elementary education, and Gen. Tomas Mascardo Nation High School for her High School education. She is the Hermione Granger of the family with her brain and hard work to reach her goals and to maintain it in such a young age.
Her name is Celine Bianca De Leon, a girl who already live for fifteen years in this vast stage. She came in this world on the twenty-eight day of the first of the twelve chapters of the book, year of two thousand and nine. She entered the door of this world at the City of Quezon. Her parents are Cecilia De Leon as her mother and Bobby De Leon as her father. She also have an older sibling whose name is Bea Cassandra De Leon.
In the past, she used to be a dwarf. A small height and a deep brown skin. She used to have curly bushes and a small neck. She used to adore wearing tight clothes and shirts that have short sleeves, and she used to cling to his father. But now, she evolved to a kind-of tall teenager, long silk hair, and a skin of light brown. She’s still on the chubbier side, but that just adds to her charms. She now wears clothes that fit to her and clothes that is considered as fashionable for this generation.
Celine had a nice childhood. With a loving family, enough food to eat, and toys to play with. Her parents regards her as their lucky charm. As when she was born, wealth began to pour into their household, thus, she was treated with a golden spoon in her mouth. But despite that, she led a humble and nice life.
Celine, her name, like the vitamin, gave energy to her family, specially to her older sibling. Even though they fight like cats and dogs, they love each other even if they sometimes act like it was disgusting to express their love to each other.
Celine was never fond of books and rather prefer music and movies than the abundant amount of texts in a piece of paper. She loves Taylor Swift and Blackpink, she may even have an obsession at this point. Her favorite color now is violet, just like her one of favorite desserts which is Ube.
Corn, corn, corn, that’s what she always think of. One of her favorite foods is corn. She liked it with butter and cheese, simply boiled with salt, or as binatog. Any kinds and forms of corns will be devoured by her when she sees one. Her favorite dish is sinigang as it sang its song in her taste buds. And her favourite dessert is a cookies and cream ice cream, as she feels ae if she’s gliding on a mountain whenever her tongue touches the cold treat.
Celine used to live in Pasig when she was young. There, she was a spoiled kid, getting what she wants, throwing a tantrum if that is not the case. Her mother spoiled her rotten, buying any toys that the girl wants, any clothes that she grabs, and any food that her mouth desires. That’s why, some of her peers and her older sibling thinks she is a spoiled kid who does not know self restraints. This continue, until her father decided that it was enough.
When she was a thirteen year old, her father always stopped her mother from buying things that Celine will not need. Hence, she saw her father as the villain in her movie, always the man who hinder her to her happiness, the man who have a steel of a fist, and a man who is hard to persuade.
However, as years passed, she understood why the villain did that. The villain wanted her to learn how hard it is to earn and save money, how unnecessary it is to keep buying toys that she does not need any longer. So, the villain in her movie became a teacher, a teacher who sometimes is violent, but taught many valuable and important lessons to her.
Now, she lives in Cavite and is already in ninth grade of her education, she is a student who is active in her club, an academic achiever ready to reach the stars, and a daughter who is willing to sacrifice for the sake of her own family.
She is the main character in her own movie that just started her own story.
You can define me as sculpture. A sculpture who encountered many carving tools and artists that shaped me for who I am today. And now, I will share those tools who became the materials for who I am today in this enormous museum.
The first carving material is my science teacher aka my adviser who was my gouge. My belief changed when I was in fifth grade. It was a cold, summer day and my science teacher suddenly asked us if we believed in forever. Of course, as a young sculpture who loved fairy tales, I proudly said that I am.
“Walang forever. Ang lahat sa mundo ay may katapusan, kahit ang mga gusali at plastik ay nawawala. Ganoon din ang pagmamahal at kabaitan.”
Those words that he said became a coloring pen and a gouge that sculpted my head. Another knowledge was given to me and my perception of the word “forever” changed forever.
Afterwards, it was a year later when another tool bared its fangs to me and it was a mallet. I was in my sixth grade and it was a hot, sunny day. I was sweating buckets and I’m fanning myself like a madman when another revelation flew down to me like a dove. When suddenly, a woman entered the classroom. I was seated in front so I could clearly see her. She introduced herself as a person of the church (I can’t clearly remember if she was a nun) to guide us for our kumpil. And then, she dropped a bomb on us (well, at least for me) that changed my belief or perception for my whole life.
“Ang pagtwag kay Jesus na Papa Jesus ay mali. Dahil si Jesus ay ang ating kapatid, at ang Panginoon ang ating ama. Kaya ang Papa God ay tama, pero ang Papa Jesus ay mali.”
And back then, I fully believed her. Because if you thought about it, Jesus is really our brother, while God is our father. Thus, I stopped calling Jesus as Papa Jesus. However, the bomb didn’t stop there because this time she dropped a missile.
“At sa pagdadasal, pagdating sa anak ang inyong kamay ay dapat nasa inyong tiyan at hindi sa dibdib. Dahil sa tiyan nabubuo ang isang anak at hindi sa dibdib.”
Once again, my belief or perception changed since that day. Whenever I pray, when it comes to “of the son” my hand is at my tummy and not on my chest. Therefore, the mallet shaped my heart.
Time passed by like a hawk, and I was already in my eighth grade and a flat chisel came in front of my eyes. Those were the times when I was really hooked on Facebook. Like a gossiper looking around for juicy news, my eyes and hands are always on my phone and scrolling in the said app. And there, I encountered a war between two netizens about the topic Death Penalty.
Like a narrow alleyway, I was favorable at this punishment. Yet, that stranger changed my mind.
“Oo, masasama silang tao na maraming ginawang karahasan sa iba. Pero deserve ba talaga nilang mamatay? Paano naman ang second chance? What if na falsely charge lang siya? Or ginawa niya yun dahil wala siyang choice…”
The stranger’s comment goes on and on, but those words stuck to me like glitter. They shone through my narrow mind and opened it to become more accustomed to the enormous museum. Because of those stranger’s words, not only did my belief change when it came to the Death Penalty, that stranger was the flat chisel who carved my eyes to see the wider scope of the museum.
After a period of time, the clock started to work again and four years have passed and now, I’m in my twelfth grade, where I need to decide for my future career so that I can choose a course for my college. And it was a drill press that pierced through me.
My family and I were going back home and we were inside our car. I don’t know how, but our conversation took a turn about my chosen course, which is Political Science. And surely enough, my father expressed his worry.
“Sigurado ka diyan? Ang lambot-lambot ng puso mo tapos magla-lawyer ka? Baka naman mamaya, iiyak lang yung kalaban mo tapos iiyakan mo rin?”
My father questioned me like a private investigator which my younger sister laughed at. My father only heaved a sigh.
“Pero kung yan talaga gusto mo, wala kami magagawa.”
I thought that was the end of our conversation, but his next words pierced into my whole being.
“Pag naging lawyer ka, dapat kaya at alam mong depensahan ang kliyente mo. Example nalang, pag nakita mong nadapa yung kliyente mo, dapat kaya mong patunayan na hindi siya nadapa.”
Those words were the drill press that pierced and carved my whole being. I wanted to be a lawyer to be a hero for every Filipino citizen, however, my father made me realize that if I become a lawyer, I will be a hero to the other and a villain to another.
Those few tools shaped me as a beautiful sculpture who I am today. They may be few but they made me change my habits, thinking, perception, and belief to a better version of it.
Thus now, I am a sculpture who was made by different artists with the use of different carving tools that can face and any flash of the cameras and phones that may come in my way. Because those flashes will become my carving tools who will once again pierced through my skin and prepare me to another museum.
When I was a child, I was always scared, terrified even, whenever my birthday came by because my family was always in disaster during my most delightful but curse day. However, we my family and I moved here in committee, with you for my birthday disappears slowly like a dandelion.
It was a chilly morning of November thirty, two thousand and five, it was my birthday. Yet, the fear for my birthday was still lingering in my soul, it was a shackle that refused to let me go. But Despite that, I forced my body to get up that day. My feet dragged me into our living room, were asked my family is waiting for me. Dread filled my whole body, thinking it will be another hellish birthday. However, my parents happily announced that we will celebrate my birthday in Sky Ranch that is located in Tagaytay. Thus, here we are, in my family’s car, my dad driving towards Sky Ranch.
Fun was an understatement, it was the best, and if I say best, I mean best, BEST birthday of my whole life. When we arrived at Sky Ranch, my family and I scanned the area first period afterwards, me, my sister, and my mother go the rollercoaster. It was so fun and exciting! On the other end, my father was trying his best to win a gigantic banana in a shooting game. He spent three hundred pesos before he won. Then, he waited for us to finish the roller coaster, excited with his surprise.
My mother was so happy when she saw the gigantic banana (it was an airfield toy), and my father bragged about his talent in winning games. Later on, my father won a pink shark stuff toy for my sister and a pink Unicorn stuffed toy for me.
In due course, my family and I are on a restaurant, after that, it was time to go home. Needless to say, the gigantic banana made our lives hell because it won’t fit in our car, but despite that, it was the first birthday or i didn’t cry nor think that I’m cursed.
My name is Bea Cassandra De Leon. I was born on the thirtieth day of November, year two thousand and five at Quezon City, Philippines. The woman who gave birth to me, the woman I call "mama", is my mother named Cecilia De Leon. The man who fell in love to my mama's charm is the man I call "daddy", is my father named Bobby De Leon. I also have a demon as my little sister name Celine Bianca De Leon. I have a complete and loving family that I am thankful for. I am now living for eighteen years in this world. I have a dream that I want to reach, I dream to be a protector and the server of law and justice. I dream to be a lawyer, a lawyer who is blind just like the Goddess of Law, Themis.
I went to Pasig Elementary School and also to Malagasang II Elementary School for my first to sixth grade. I went to Gen. Tomas Mascardo Nation High School, also know as GTMNHS for my high school education. And Gen. Pantaleon Garcia Senior High School, also know as GPGSHS for my senior high school education. I used to live in Manila, in Pasig to be exact when I was a child. However, when I was in my fourth grade, my family and I moved here, in Cavite to have a better life.
In this story of my life, I want to share a certain event of my life that changed me.
I have a fear, a fear of making new friends. For the reason for this fear of mine can be traced back when I was in my eight grade. I have three female classmates whom I consider as friends. I was an academic achiever back then (I am still now), while my three female friends were not. They are the type of students who enjoyed life and they did not care whatever their grades are.
They were my first female friends who stuck me. We are like a KitKat bar. It was a dream to me, a dream as the blanket who hides the nightmare beneath it.
I unvel and discover the blanket at the beginning of second quarter of my eight grade. We had a project for our MAPEH subject, it was Arts back then and it was on Tuesday. I was at the restroom, washing my face off from the make-up (our project back then needs a TON of make-up). While I was washing my face, I heard a group of girl talking beside the restroom, and I recognized those voices, they were my three female friends. I thought they were only mocking themselves because of their ridiculous make-up, but I was dead wrong.
When I exited the restroom, I heard them talking about me. Saying how I was a good answer sheet for letting them copying off of my homework, how I was a good supply shop for letting them always give them papers and ballpens for free, and how they can always, and I mean always, let them make me their servant. They were laughing so hard, while I was on the other of the restroom, my eyes producing waterfalls. But I can not cry, I hold back my sobs and rushed back to our classroom where I pretended I did not heard anything.
That was the moment I changed for the worse. I stopped trusting people, the fear of meeting new people slammed itself to me, and I developed a skill pretending I was fine and happy. Even though that I knew I was being used, I let them hang out with me. I was disgusted by myself. I was sticking myself like a glue to the people who was only using me, I let them walk over me like a pavement, I let them make me their personal piggy bank. I wanted to flew back then at the blue sky and just let myself feel the fresh air. Maybe that's the reason why I always fancy birds. Because they have the wings of freedom that I do not have.
When the Corona Virus striked, it was the end of my eight grade. The COVID-19 was a villain but a hero for me. Thanks to that virus, I was able to escaped from the clutches of my nightmare, I was able to stay at my safe place. However, at the same time, COVID-19 also nurtured my fear of socialising.
Then, two years passed and now, I'm a twelfth grader whose fear is slowly dissipating. This happened when I was in my eleventh grade. I do not know if it was destiny or just a coincidence, but my classmate in sixth grade, seventh grade, ninth grade, and tenth grade, became my classmate in my eleventh grade. For me, those four years that we became classmates are not much. We were not close and I do not consider her as my friend but only as my classmate. Her name is Ashly Jewel Valencia, she was born on the second day of the February, year of the thousand and six. When her eyes met my back, she immediately ran to me and hugged me, I guess she was so happy to see me. But I was not excited nor happy, why would I? We were not friends. However, that did not last long. There is also this one woman who suddenly flew and made her way to my heart, her name is Shaine Capua, she was born on the eleventh day of February, year of the two thousand and six.
She was a bubbly and friendly girl, she was an opposite of me. She was like a tank who crushed in my walls. These two became my friends. At the first quarter of our eleventh grade, Jewel, Shaine, and I were both in Set B. But when the second quarter came, our friend group added another girl named Danna Kurt Sahagun, she was born on the twenty-eight day of October, year of the two thousand and five. She was in Set A, another academic achiver like us three. And thus, we became the four musketeers.
At first, it was like repeating the nightmare once again. It feels like I was on a fluffy cloud, floating in a clear, blue sky, enjoying my friends love for me. I was hesitant to let myself be open again. But destiny gave me good friends this time. It felt good whenever they looked for me before they take a picture. It felt good whenever there is a group project that needs four members, we will all look together. How in Triple I, where we can have new members they immediately count me as a new member. It feels good that I want to cry. It was the first for me. First for me to have friends by my side. Friends that I can rely on, and friends that I'm willing to help wholeheartedly.
This time, I'm not being used. It's funny how sometimes I felt like I'm using them. They are so smart and pretty that they are so reliable that I just want to cry and thank the God above for giving them to me.
This is the most memorable event that have a place in my heart and soul. They are like my blue sky and green garden, they are my safe place.
I want to thank them for breaking me out of my shell. Because of them I am now becoming the best of myself. Because of them, I opened my eyes to a new world where I also can have real friends, friends that won't see me as a piggy bank but for someone they can see as a friend.
To someone who had a similar experiences as me. Do not give up, just like love who comes and not being chased, it's the same for friendship. I'm not a beautiful girl that can attract people to me, so I'm thankful for my three friends who stick by my side. Because of them, I now have more than five friends. So, if you are someone like me who can't trust people. Trust me, you will also meet someone who is worth your time and love. Maybe not as a romantic partner, but partners who will stay by your side who will tease you to make you smile. Partners who will squeal with you when you talk about your favorite stuffs. Partners who will stay up all night with you to study for the upcoming exam.
