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Reminiscence

It is a normal Tuesday night. A night that I found myself free from school works that I am usually filled with. As a familiar song plays to my soundtrack, I found myself thinking of you yet again. I wonder how you are doing. Or if I ever cross your mind. But I know that I’m far from the list of people you think about. Maybe.

As the song goes on with the rhythm and lyrics I am very much familiar with, what happened between us flashbacked before me, vividly and vague at the same time.

I still remember the words that you have said and the promises you have sealed for me. I still remember the first time that I talked to you and how it felt so casual and easy, I still remember how it became one the things I cannot live without. I still remember the first day you told me you love me, how I thought that you were just messing with me. I still remember the days when I was just watching you afar while you perform on stage and how I became the girl with the loudest of screams in the crowd. I was so proud of you. I was so proud of the fact that the boy performing on that stage was mine and mine alone.

I still remember the nights where we utterly missed each other it drove us crazy. And that one night where you couldn’t take it any longer that you decided to ask my mom if you can take me out. I still remember how miraculously, she said yes. I still remember how it felt like to be embraced by you. How you held my hand tightly as if someone would take me away from you.

I still remember the way you looked at me, the way I could feel the intensity of your love for me by just those beautiful eyes. I still remember how you would always patiently wait for me in bookstores, in football practices and even in shopping. You’d always be there to nuzzle my hair whenever I finished.

But the most vivid memory of all is how you slowly faded away from me. How you dreadfully approached oblivion. I still remember the day that I didn’t receive anything from you anymore. No more hugs, long messages and love that felt so true. Nothing. I still remember the grief. The grief the last time I saw you. You were with the new girl everybody was talking about. We had an eye contact but after a second, you trained your eyes back at her, putting me yet again into peripheral.

I still remember the last time we talked; it was the first time after the break up. You barely even noticed me, just a casual how are you. I still remember how you didn’t even wait for my response to you. You looked very different. You shaved the sides of your head and had your ears pierced. Your shoulders are broader and buffer and you wear this smug smile as though you’re the king of the world. Looking though how you clumsily put your ketchup in your burger or how you unintentionally look at your watch every ten minutes, I realized that you haven’t changed all the same.

It felt that the clock has already chimed millions of 12 midnights signaling another day. But in truth, it has only been eight months. Eight months and it feels like you have been kept in me, in my past for countless of years. As I dive deeper into the pool of thoughts, it feels as though you’re still with me but in reality, you’re far from getting near.

It is a normal Tuesday night, a night that I found myself free from school works that I am usually filled with. And as the song slowly comes to an end, it dawned upon me that I should be moving on to the next track.

[when-anxiety-hits]

Defying Gravity

     Recently, I’ve been “attached” to the song “Defying Gravity”. It was from a musical play entitled Wicked where there was a segment when two witches were arguing. Then they began singing “Defying Gravity”.

     I think the reason why the song became appealing to me was because of the lyrics. In my perspective, I see this song as an expression for the want of independence. Independence in the sense of decision making and liberation from the standards of society. She wanted to be free from her bitter past that a certain wizard made for her. She wanted to destroy the restraints of what was keeping her from being herself- her true potential. She was tired of being too limited. She was tired of playing on someone else’s game.

In other words, what she wanted was freedom. 

Something has changed within me Something is not the same I’m through with playing by the rules Of someone else’s game Too late for second-guessing Too late to go back to sleep It’s time to trust my instincts Close my eyes and leap

     Sometimes, I think of myself as that witch. Well, not literally but in comparison with her dreams. I’ve noticed that the standards of our society are too suffocating. This present society pressures lots of individuals. It pressures us to conform to its stricken standards. Because we are too vulnerable to this kind of influences, we tend to comply too much to the point that we lose our true self. We lose our true colors. Even though society tells us not to be afraid to be ourselves, through its standards and judgments, it indirectly tells us that we should hide our real attributes and pretend to be someone else. Someone who is famous. Someone who is labeled as “beautiful”. Someone other than yourself. 

     Isn’t it cruel? We are labeled in an unwanted and unnecessary sense by this world. This world and society limit us. It keeps us tangled in its sugar-coated weapons such as social inferiority, insecurity, self pity, self demoralization and other related issues pertaining to self. Aren’t we tired of this? 

I’m through accepting limits ‘cause someone says they’re so Some things I cannot change But till I try, I’ll never know! Too long I’ve been afraid of Losing love I guess I’ve lost

     Don’t we want something else not from this society? Don’t we want freedom? Even though freedom is also being labeled nowadays, at least we got something that cannot be restricted and something whose possibilities cannot be limited. 

     Sometimes, it’s not bad to defy the stereotypes, as long as you’re still staying inside the rules. The concept of “defying gravity” doesn’t always mean rebellion. Sometimes, it’s a plea for liberty. It’s a request for something new- something like clean, fresh air. It is sometimes a necessity too. Why? Because sometimes, it can be a headstart for us toward change, hope and success.

[when-anxiety-hits]

Contemplations

Dear Dad,

           Now I can breathe with ease after reading your letter. Your response made me feel so loved and safe. You do not know how happy I am to hear your opinion in this matter. This surely is a big step for me and I'm glad you wholeheartedly gave your viewpoint in such a fatherly reflection. My perception with this issue is greatly affected, in a good way.

           I'm glad that you think Bob and I are compatible with each other. I believe that those attributes can greatly strengthen our relationship. Since we can't really define love, no one could actually tell whether or not it can influence the extent of a bond between two individuals. But for me, I think you are right. I think that love can make, in the long run, a very stable relationship especially if it is the kind of love at the right place, in the right time with the right person. But nonetheless, love is not the only attribute that can make marriage stable.

           I have discussed with Bob the factors that you have mentioned in your letter. He also had the same contemplation as I have. Honestly, I know that those factors will affect us greatly once we made a  lifetime commitment with each other. What I have greatly considered among those aspects is whether two individuals are mature enough to marry each other. Honestly, I am guilty when it comes to this subject. I have thought about this many times and have come to the conclusion that I'm not really matured and stable enough to engage myself in such a commitment. How could I say such a thing? There were five factors mentioned, right? With all honesty Dad, I still fear that I won't be able to deal with those problems. I still have so much to learn and I know that I still need more experience when it comes to dealing with my own problems. I am still not familiar with the real struggle of financial stability, cultural gap, our differences in religion and most especially, our soon-to-be in-laws. Before I can truly say that I am ready, I think I need to experience those problems first-hand.

           The thing that really bothers me is the feelings I have for Bob. Will it not change? Will I still be able to have the same feelings towards him for years to come? Will he be loyal to me? Will I be able to accept it if Bob cheats on me? Will I be able to forgive him? Will I still be able to love him back? There are so many questions going on inside my head and most of them are these doubts. Quite an example of a confused teenager, eh?

           I know that Bob is a really good man and I believe that he loves me. But, is it really the right time for  us to get married? Before I have read your letter, I was 100% sure that after we graduate, we will get married. Now, seeing these pluses and minuses, I think that we should think about this decision more deeply. I think that our past decision was a bit rash. It was significantly influenced by our emotions, not really applying some careful logic. You were right about me being too young, having unstable emotions. Bob and I will think more comprehensively about our plan to get married. I promise that we will put serious thoughts about this matter.

           Despite all those mixed up things, I thank you Dad from the bottom of my heart for being so supportive. I almost cried when I read that despite of what I choose,  nothing is going to change with how you feel about me as your daughter. You were right about so many things and I'm glad that I have decided to listen to your advices. I'm not a perfect daughter.  But no matter how reckless I am, I am beyond joyful that you love me for who I am. Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for trusting Bob too.  I want you to know that I trust your words to such extremity that I base my decisions on them.

As always, thank you for everything Dad. I love you with all my heart.

Love,

Kit xx

[reginemads-blog]

A pinch of independence and a whole lot of nostalgia.

I never thought that being able to type this blog post right now would be real. Just a few months ago, I was so full of frustration while contemplating where I would study for college, or if I would even study outside of Baguio City--the place where I grew up for twelve years. It was indeed one of the hardest decisions I had to make for myself--or my parents for me, rather. Having to get up each morning with the immediate thought “What now?” was honestly the most difficult bearing that I had to deal with. But here I am right now, about to leisurely express to you, dear reader, about how I got here, currently studying in a university that was honestly not even one of my choices and is six hours away from home.

I can still remember how apprehensive I was before stepping into the classroom where I would be answering questions that would determine whether I will be accepted into the university or not. College of San Beda and Saint Louis University were the only options I had then, due to the fact that my father did not want me to “carelessly” spend large amounts of money just for entrance examination fees. Little did I know that my mother would stand up for me and have the guts to talk to my father about me studying away from them, and that I would be needing the self-determination and independence that college would offer. And so my mother and I eagerly packed our bags and promptly headed to Centro Escolar University Makati Campus so that I could catch up with the scheduled entrance examination at 1 o’clock pm. 

Leading my story with a fast pace, I unexpectedly passed. As I held the pink paper wherein my result was shown,  I knew then that my college life just kicked off. I started to have these constant reminders in my head that would just “pop” out of nowhere saying, “College is not a joke”, “Don’t be immature”, and God knows how much more reminders I have in my head even until now. 

Life really knows how to push me off the narrow path where I so carefully walked on and into the depths of the sea I fall. And now, it’s all about how I figure out how to get back to the surface and survive, or just choose to give up trying and drown.

[divergentchristian]

VISION

This was my speech last December 3, 2014 in my Communication Skills 12 class. We were required to make one about one object we have that could describe our first semester in our institution. Well, the object I chose was my eyeglasses.

so, here we gooo…

VISION 

"Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others." according to Jonathan Swift.

So I have here my eyeglasses. It was given to me by an Optometry student named Veronica Simpao last July 2014. It was actually one of my must-haves that had a big purpose as I make it through my first semester in college.

Well, eyeglasses play a very important role in the life of a person who has an eye problem. Apparently, it is significant to a person like me. It helps my eyes function well and see things clearly specially when we have our class discussion and I needed to read from afar. It gives me a clear vision. Not just that, it also helps my eyes adjust and prevent excessive light to pass through my defective cornea. That is how important it is for me.

Now, let me share my feelings about my first semester here. On my very first five months in this institution, there were random factors that stressed me. Time management, school stuff, and independent life were some of those things I had to adjust to. Eventually, what I did was to complain, complain, and ofcourse, complain. But as I ponder about it, I realized that the very reason why I was experiencing hardships is because of one thing: VISION.

Hellen Keller stated that "It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision." It is very important for a person to have a vision. It provides the direction necessary to guide the choices we make for our future careers. It seems like a light that shines in the darkness as we find our ways to success.

There is this weekly event I used to attend to. One of the speaker said, "Don’t expect a positive life if you have a negative thinking." The statement really struck me by heart realizing that I should not worry because I am assured that before I arrive at my future, every solution is already prepared for me. Everything is perfectly planned.

By that, I have realized that I have to stop complaining and start focusing on my dreams. I have always wanted to be in the medical field and I have to pursue it. I have to pursue my vision. The best years of our lives are not behind us. The best years of our lives are right in front of us. So I should focus on my vision and keep in mind that life is a never-ending cycle of trusting the Most High.

How about you, what is your vision in life?

[yourtoothfairy]

Lack of self confidence

Oral speech namin. Waaaaah di ko talaga kaya e. Feeling ko walang lalabas sa bibig ko pag ganun e. 60% pa naman siya sa exam namin:(((( gooosh! Di talga ako ready sa mga ganyan e:(. Sorry PAPA GOD. Sana wag niyo po ako ibagsak sa mga subjects ko ngayon PAPA GOD. Pleaseeee;( wala talaga ako confidence pag ganun e. Iniisip ko kaya ko to. Pero nanghihina ako sa huli e at aayaw na ako.

[imnotluckybutimblessed-blog]

11 Ways to Forget your Ex-boyfriend: A BOOK REVIEW

  11 Ways to Forget your Ex-boyfriend:

A Book Review

  Presented to:

Arniel S. Castante

Faculty, Centro Escolar University

Makati Campus

In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements

In ComSkills 11

Communication Arts and Skills 11

  By

Vicente, Meryl Elizabeth D.     BSP1C

September 24, 2014

  11 Ways to Forget Ex-boyfriend

Written by HaveYouSeenThisGirl, story plot and typographies by Denny R.

May 15, 2011 – April 27, 2011

  Abstract

            Sena, is a typical girl who just went a break up with Allen. She is still in love with Allen, even though he hurt her so much. Then, one day she notices that someone’s placing a piece of paper inside her locker with an advice on how to forget her ex-boyfriend. Will this help Sena to forget Allen, or this is just one of the reasons to stay in love with him? Find out what will happen to Sena. Is she will be happy and know what is the real reason behind their break up or not.

                Introduction

Sena is getting mad in herself, because she can’t forget his ex-boyfriend Allen. She met him in a school festival, 3 years ago. They spent time with each other until they knew the strengths and weaknesses of each other. Sena started to fall in love with Allen and she confessed it to him and she was shocked to know that Allen has also feelings for her. Their relationship lasts for one year and she cannot believe that it will suddenly get lost.

  4 months ago, Sena and Allen had a time with each other together. On that day, he broke up with Sena because he told her that he likes someone else. She cannot accept that Allen can throw away all the memories they had for 1 year.

  One day, when Sena went to her locker and open it she was shocked when a small paper fell. The first note says that “Your ex-boyfriend is not worth it. It’s not easy for you to forget him so that’s why I’m here to help you. Every week, she receives a paper with no name of the sender. It is stated in that small note, some ways to forget her ex boyfriend:

Put away all remnants that remind you of your ex.

 Make his name a bad word.

Do new things that will keep you busy.

 Indulge yourself.

 Meet new people.

Entertain suitors.

Go out on a date.

Have at least 3hrs call with a guy you dated recently.

Enjoy his company.

10. Evaluate your feelings.

  Sena will try to do this with the help of her best friend. Her best is always there by her side until Sena can say that she’s finally move on with Allen. Then suddenly, he met a guy, named Trey. Trey was sent by Allen to also help her in her moving on process.

        They were always together. They became good friends. Trey always texting and calling Sena to know if she is okay and doing well. Weeks pass, there always a note that she receives. After receiving the last note, the 11th way. There is also another piece of paper together with the 11th way that Sena receives. It stated there that the person behind that ways is her ex boyfriend, Allen. After some months, Trey is now Sena’s boyfriend.

  When Allen and Sena, had a time to talk again with each other, he confess to her the real reason behind their break up. He had a severe heart attack that can lead him to death. He broke up with Sena because he don’t want to let her feelings for him to grow deeper, because he know that sooner or later, he will leave Sena. He go to America for a heart transplant. But the doctor said that there just a 20% chance that he can survive. He gave this 11 ways to Sena because he want to see her happy and smiling before he die. Someone told Allen that percentage is just a number and believing is the real deal.

  Nothing is impossible when you have faith and hopes with you. When you feel you’re in between of life and death, don’t be sad because you’re in the most safest existence. You’re in the arms of hope. Feel it and dare to believe.