Six days of Madness; HE IS YOURS ALONE

 "I can't write as good as I can today.. for in my heart is total sadness... I can't think straight. There are teardrops rolling down my face and I can't find the exact words that can express how I truly feel."




It was a year or two since the day we first met. I can't remember the first words we spoke, the first glance we had, the first things we experienced... but I can say, I cherished the few moments we had. The guy whom my first impression of being useless and irresponsible belonged to. I haven't really appreciated him, until we became group mates. We were asked to do a play presentation portraying 'Where we came from' in our Values Education class. I was chosen to be Eve. He also played a big role in that play. I am actually not that good in remembering past. Especially when I've decided to forget it. But it makes me smile to remember a scene from that day. A memento of extreme happiness.  A moment when I realized, I was wrong. He is a good man after all. After some time, unfaithful things had happened. Wrong circles of friends, unwanted criticisms... and a lot more uncertainties. But in the middle of everything; You were my crush, I admit. The only glimpse of my freshman year was our spin the bottle game wherein I was forced to admit that fact. 

Nothing special: that's how I think you will define the first part of this article. I never intended to write something which pertains to my past school experiences... 'cause I consider it awful. Right now, I could say: "High School life is not that happy comparing to what most people told me."

Days, weeks, months.... and almost a year; that's how I calculate the time we are not close but friends. I did not expect us to be more than that. Behind my every smile are rivers of tears that brought me a frozen beating mechanism hear in my chest. I became a sort of man hater. I am a man hater! I was deceived by so many promises. And I've learned lessons from them. I started to hate every lad. Even you... I never considered you as a friend for quite some time, instead I've looked after you as a competitor. As someone whom I should defeat. Someone not supposed to be my friend.

If I am going to state every detail of our past, I would be cruel to everyone who's wise enough and interested to read this write up. So, here's lately...

All of the guys in our class are non-sense to me. They seem like plastic wrappers, cans or even just like germs and a lot more stupid stuffs. But my view changed...

It changed the moment you showed me kindness and care. The moment you saw me through in my worst. The moment you don't let me down and make me calm before I totally explode. You're like the last blossom of an exotic flower... You're the last hope. The last chance. The one and only.

4th day of March, present year. The day I disregarded the thought of seeing you as an enemy in this battle. The day I confessed to my self the hidden smiles you bring through your sweet voice. The way you make me feel secure when you're around. The day you told me you admire me too when we're on Year 1. The day you told me your first impression about me.The day when I became a semi-bitter. The day you made me blush...

The day I've determined my exact feelings I have for you.

The next day, you started to become my inspiration. You made me sing as if I was great. You made me laugh as if I've got no problems. You were knowing me better... I felt an ease in my deep flowing sadness. I was looking at every aspects to determine if there can be possibilities.

6th day of March, 2011. You make me feel better. You said I'm beautiful no matter what. You told me you hated me for I'm so kind. You said you're gonna cry if i die. Told me you're gonna miss me if I'll be missing. Asked me if I regret loving, You have hidden the mere truth that I AM JUST A FRIEND AFTER ALL.

The day after, March 7, The moment you saw me... You smiled! We were together as if we are so close. Thought I am someone to be treated as a nice friend....

8th, I cried. I've lost the thing that connects us. The thing that helped me become close to you.

And now, 9th of March year 2011. Everything was lost. It was fast. I was just looking into your brown eyes then.... sooooommmm..... NOTHING'S LEFT!

I've tried to become 'ME' in front of you. But someone got mad. Looked at me as if I was just a piece of dirt in her finger nail. Tried to shoo me away with her sophisticated eyes. She tried to pull you way distanced from me. This day, you helped me... You're with me. You're so kind and had done the good things a friend can do. But to my surprise, it was another start. Start of a messy sequence of my life. I got mad!

I've tried to cheer my self up... But I can't!!

My mind was so puzzled, I can't manage to smile. To stop this thing... I think the best way is to avoid you.

I didn't talk to you though it's hard. I've forced my self not to look at your face. Not to see you as I pass through the aisle. Not to hear your voice.

And before I totally end up everything... I find a way to spend the rest of the hours of this day to tell you things I want you to know. That conversation will be the last one we will ever have. I will not talk to you. It's hard. You said sorry and I apologized. Everything will not be the same as the way they used to be. It was destroyed by this world's cruel judgments. I did everything to talk to you, though honestly, I hesitated. I called your name for the last time. Cried the last drop of tears that I will cry because of you. Thanked you for giving a wonderful meaning of Life. 

I am hurt. I am passionate. I am truthful. I chose to forget you; not to hurt my self but to make other people happy. You told me,we both don't deserve this... and I strongly agree...

Exactly 10:15 PM and 10 sec this night. Our conversation ended. It was the last. 

"Sori tlga ha."-the last phrase he told me. 

From now on, I'll pretend as if I do not know him. As if he's not there. As if.. I don't...

Someone to forget

...as If I don't like him.



"Every story has an happy ending, if it's not yet happy; It's not yet the end.





-Justin Mae Lico Aguilar

The JS Promenade 2011; If I am not in love with you

18th day of February, year 2011; A night of celebrations, exquisite beauty and love. It was indeed an exceptional day for me, my friends and my co-leagues. But what is really exemplar with that night are my wishful thinking and my sweetest hopes.

I hope he’s there, I hope I look fine, I hope my make-up is all right, I hope everything to be ok… and hopefully, 

I wish he’d dance with me…

As I was about to step out of the car, what I felt was an uneasy psychological state or the so called nervousness. “Thank God, I am not late!” it’s an achievement for me not to be late that night. How I look like is what I am not after with… but its how he would look at me and what would he say about it.

I guess, it’s an additional tenseness if you are the one to start that big event. I was the master of the ceremony that very evening. Watching out if I muffle out words, speak up wrong details, my voice is fine and if I am in good posture. Having a glimpse of his face is enough to boost out my confidence and enough to supply me strength.

The night formally started, lights, music, ladies in their pretty gowns and gents in their tux and of course   -    him. Seeing him smile; what more can I ask for? But there’s still a question that puzzles me. Every now and then, I keep on telling myself, “NO! I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM!”  But if I am not in love with him, what is this I’m going through?

Part by part, all that I think of is him. But my mind was settled out for some other things to be mindful of. As I was preparing for the grand cotillion, I was worried if I make mistakes. And in the run of the beat, I did… I did… But it was no big deal for me. Though people seems to notice and appreciate me that night, and even though some keeps on stepping on my evening dress, all I assume is what to do in case he asks me to dance.

Finally, the socials began. Fastened in my seat, don’t know if he bothers to ask but still… I admit I was hoping. –Just like any other girl in that hall, I know they were also looking forward in having that one yet incomparable dance for the night.

After some time, I felt like sitting in the corner and saying, “hmmm, he’s not planning to dance with me.” If I were to state if he was the first one, who asked me to dance that night, it would be obvious and that this whole thing would be useless.

What I eventually hated that night is this very sheepish guy. The guy who was supposed to start the fun and make up my night. Other than he made the opposite of it. But to my surprise, I felt that extraordinary feeling… the thing they so called- the spark!

The question is, to whom?

Since the shamefaced man missed his chance to dance with me, my first dance is a fun-loving guy. Second is this humorous friend of mine, followed by my past crush, my close friend’s boyfriend, then the guy that treats me like her little sister, my baby like friend, then a lot more guys… But him? Will he mind? Will he even mind to ask me for a dance?

I don’t know what to feel. Anger? Pathetic? Sadness? “Aaaaaaaahhh!!! Why do I go so foolish!

The night was about to end… I can already feel the emptiness within. A cold feeling that urges me to response to an emotional state in humans characterized as a loud utterance of emotion or known as cry.

To think that it would be a fantasy to imagine your arms around my waste… If I am not in love with you, then why can’t I explain this feeling? Why is my heart aching?

“30 minutes left!”- It makes me want to break into pieces!

“Well, I guess I have to give up.” That’s what I said to myself. I have to stop my illusion. And just as I was about to take the weight off my feet, he grabbed my hand!

I was surprised! And if he just noticed, I turned pale, it’s like my world stopped for awhile! Whooo! Can’t breath! My heart was beating so fast! Can’t believe it’s actually happening.

At last, my night was completed. Never thought the prom would be this astonishing. It was a night to learn by heart. You may think, it’s nothing special… It’s just a dance. An artistic form of nonverbal communication- a moment when I told him everything I can’t tell. A moment when I, I asked myself again… “If I am not in love with you… then why do you make me smile like no other man can do?”

Who’s that guy?

Well, he has a sweet nature befitting an angel.

Him and I

Ang JS Prom 2011; Kung hindi kita mahal

Ika-18 ng Perero taong 2011; Isang gabi ng selebrasyon, gabi ng pinagsama-samang kagandahan at pagmamahal. Tunay ngang ang araw na yon ay isang di malilimutang araw para sa akin, sa aking mga kaibigan at sa iba ko pang mga kamag-aral. Pero ang totoong kakaiba sa gabing iyon, ay ang aking mga mapaglunggating pag-iisip at ang aking matatamis na pagbabakasakali.

Sana nandun siya, sana ayos lang ang damit ko, Sana maganda din ang pakakaayos sa akin, Sana maging okey ang lahat… at sana,     

 sana isayaw niya ako…

Nang hahakbang na ko palabas sa sasakyan, nakaramdam ako ng isang hindi mapalagay na pisolohikal na estado ng tao o ang tinatawag nilang nerbyos. “Salamat sa diyos! Di ako late!”  isang pambihirang katuparan para sa akin ang hindi mahuli ng gabing yaon. Hindi ang kung ano ang itsura ko ang bumabagabag sa akin sahalip ay ang kung ano ang sasabihin niya kapag nakita nya ako ang syang pinaguukulan ko ng attensyon.

Sa tingin ko, mas higit pa ang kaba lalo na kung ikaw ang magpapaumpisa nh ganong kalaking pagtitipon. Ako ang host ng mga oras na iyon. Nagiingat na hindi magkamali, iniisip kong ayos nab a ang boses ko o ayos lng ba ang pakakatayo ko. Isang sulyap ko lang sa kanyang maamong mukha ay sulit na para lumakas ang aking loob.

Pormal na ngang nagsimula ang gabi, handa na ang ilaw, ang musika, mha naggagandahang diag sa kanilang gowns, mga  matitikas na lalaki sa kanilang mga tuxedo at syempre – siya. Ang makita siyang ngumiti; ano pa nga bang mahihingi ko? Pero mayroon paring isang katanungan na paikot-ikot sa aking isipan. Maya-maya, sinasabi ko sa aking sarili, “Hindi, hindi mo sya mahal!” Ngunit kung hindi  ko sya minamahal, ano itong pinagdaraanan ko?

Bawat sandali, iniisip ko siya. Ngunit kinakailangan ko pang ituon ang aking panahon sa mga bagay na nagaganap nung prom. Habang naghahanda para sa cotillion, nagaalala ako at baka mamali ako. At ng nagsimula na ang tugtog, Nagkamali ako.. nagkamali ako… Pero hindi iyon malaking isyu para sa akin. Kahit na maraming nakakatapak sa gown ko, ang pinagtatanto ko ay kung ano ang gagawin ko sa oras na yayain nya ako at isayaw.

Sa wakas, binuksan na ang socials. Tila nakasinturon sa aking upuan, inaamin ko… umaasa ako. Gaya ng iba pang mga dalaga sa apat na sulok ng hall na iyon, nagiintay ako para sa isang sinple ngunit hinid maikukumaparang sayaw sa gabing iyon.

Matapos ang ilang sandali, nakaramdam ako ng damdamin na tumulak sa akin para masabing, “hmmm, wala syang balak na isayaw ako.” Kung sasabihin ko kung siya ba ang unang sumayaw sa akin ng gabing iyon, magiging madali na sa inyo ang hulaan kung sino iyon at mawawalan na ng saysay ang paglalahad na ito.

Kung ano ang pinakakinaiinisan ko ng gabing yun ay itong napakatorpeng lalaki. Ang lalaking siya sanang magiging first dance ko… Siya sana tong maguumpisa ng saya at kukumpleto sa gabi ko. Kabaiktaran ang ginawa niya. Pero sa aking pagkagulat, nakaramdam ako ng isang di natural na pakiramdam., naramdaman ko ang bagay na kung tawagin ng iba ay – kuryente!

Ang tanong ay kung kanino?

At ng mawala sa kamay ng torpeng binata ang makasayaw ako, ang nagging una kong kasayaw ay isang nakakatuwang magmahal na lalaki, pangalawa ay ang nakakatawa kong kaibigan, sumunod ang aking dating hinahangaan, ang kasintahan ng matalik kong kaibigan, ang lalaking itinuturing akong nakababatang kapatid, at marami pang ibang binata.Pero siya? Maiisipan niya kaya? Maiisipan niya din kaya akong isayaw?

Hindi ko alam ang dapat kong maramdaman! Galit? Pagkalungkot, kaawaan ang aking sarili? “Aaaaaaaahhh!!! Bakit ako nababalisa ng ganito?!

Matatapos na ang gabi, nararamdaman ko na ang pagkatigang sa loob. Ang malamig na pakiramdam na nagdudulot sa akin na humantong sa isang reaksyong emosyonal ng mga tao na nakakarikterasa sa malakas na pagsasawalang kibo ng emosyon o mas kilala sa pag-iyak

Ang isipin na nasa bewang ko ang kanyang mga kamay … Kung hindi kita mahal, Bakit hindi ko maipaliwanag ang aking nararamdaman? Bakit ako nasasaktan?

“30 minutes left!”- Gusto ko ng mabasag sa maliliit na piraso.!

“Sa tingin ko, kailangan ko ng tumigil..” Yan ang sinabi ko sa sarili ko.. Kailangan ko ng itigil ang pagpapantasiya. At ng balak ko ng maupo, hinila niya ang kamay ko.

Nagulat ako! At kung hindi niya napansin, namutla ako, parang huminto ng sandali ang oras at mundo ko. Whooo! Hindi ako makahinga! Ang bilis ng tibok ng puso ko! Hindi ako makapaniwalang nangyayari yoon.
Sa wakas, nakumpleto din ang gabi ko. Hindi ko inaakalang magiging ganun ka di malilimutanan ang prom. Isa itong gabing dapat na maalala ng puso. Marahil masasabi niyong, walang espesyal… sayaw lang yun. Isang anyo ng hinid pasalitang pag-uusap- sandali na nasabi ko sakanya lahat ng hindi ko masabi sa pamamagitan ng mga salita. Sandaling tinanong ko ang aking sarili, “Kung hindi kita mahal…. Eh bakit napapangiti mo ko ng sobra na hindi kayang gawin ng iba?”

Sino ang lalaking yaon?

Siya, siya ay isang matamis na anghel na depinisyon ng saliatng pagmamahal.

..."Kung hindi kita mahal..."

isinulat ni: Justin Mae Lico Aguilar

Reasons to love Someone

I keep on asking some people, why do they love me...  But they say,"I can't find the exact words to explain it." Then, I asked my self... What's the reason to love someone? And while thinking about him, I've learned some of the million reasons to love someone...

Justin Aguilar

 1. Because you acquire the most magnificent smile I've ever witnessed

 2. Because through all my imperfections, you still find me perfect.

 3. Because you always say the right things.

 4. Because no matter what I do erroneous, you can't get mad at me.

 5. Because you assume I could by no means do something wrong.

 6. Because you make me feel so safe in your arms

 7. Because you make my heart leap when I see you

 8. Because you are the most straightforward person I know

 9. Because you and I can speak about no matter which

10. Because you make me feel whole
written by: Justin Mae Lico Agular

"Him" and Justin Aguilar

What I learned from My Parents

Since my parents divorced, I lived with my mom life to death. Grew up under her skirt but soon learned to come out of my shell. But all these years, all I’ve lived with ended up to what keeps us alive. Mom is paralyzed-age 34 while I work-age 17.

Living with dad away taught me how to answer the phone, send out mails and receive packages. Back when I’m 6 mother carries me around her office where she writes, edits, and prepares electronic documents. Sitting around the corner I always send Daddy faxes. And so the story goes.

Inspired by the words “Study Hard”, I graduated college at 16. And with this acceleration at school, companies put me on the top of their lists. But living this life isn’t that easy, an accident made my life miserable. A betrayal perhaps, during our commencement, a friend or should I say ex-friend set us up to a car accident.

And so my mom can’t work and I’ve got to find job as much as possible. A job not needing months of trainings but can give immediate hiring. And so I contact those companies that offered me high ranked jobs and luckily most responded and asked me to come for an interview. But I have no time and the hospital is giving me more pressure. Then, a supportive company that knew about my situation hired me as an Administrative Assistant.

Job is easy, answering the phone, filing documents, Data entry, researching and almost same job with my mom before. What’s the difference? My daily salary is greater than my mom’s monthly salary. Food and bills all paid by my company plus beneficiary bucks for me. Anyway, they should have to, because as a confidant knowing almost everything about the company, confidentiality is what it takes to stay.

All thanks to my Mom and Dad. I may have bodyguards, live in luxury and don’t have much concern with what I may be needing the next day but I sure wish they’re still together and that’s when I can say I’m truly happy.

written by: Justin Mae Lico Aguilar

-a product of my mischievous imagination.

Being Inspirational

Assuming your the topnotcher, write an inspirational message to your classmates who are not doing well.

Justin Mae Lico Aguilar

If I'm the topnotcher, my message would be:

Believing that you can be the best, is the first step that can surely help you to strive and have the courage to study. I admit, being on top is never easy... You have to make effort and always make sure that you maintain your grades. Studying in City High is indeed hard. But having a strategic way of studying, having a good time management and knowing your priorities; you'll see in yourself that you could do better.

I believe none of us here are not good in class, it's just that sometimes, we let laziness rule. Receiving negative feed backs from your parents may have been putting you down every now and then... but what's the good thing to do about it is to get up and do more. If you think preparing assignments, completing your notes and having a perfect attendance is enough, well actually it isn't. What you need is a capital letter E which stands for 'Effort'.

Listening. The first basic factor you must learn to do. Through it, you can pick up words of wisdom and perhaps it can change your view in life. In some stories I've heard, some student's does not want to be noticed by their parents, teachers or friends at all times. But based on my experiences, no matter how hard it is for you to believe, listening can help you in a lot of ways.

Think positively. That's the next one you need to practice. Having bad vibes around you is not a clever idea. Thinking positively gives a big hand when it comes to setting goals. In aiming high, you must set your goals and try your best to fulfill everything. A great example would be- finishing our book of life. Our ultimate mission is to comply with all the needed contents that will make this complete. Without a positive mind, we'll never have a positive outcome.

Be brave. Never let your weaknesses put you down. Always remember that there are always persons who can help us in times of deep crisis. Be brave enough to stand up again. You may lose everything that you pursued with sweat and tears sometimes, and incase that happens to you, always be strong enough to overcome it. Never take it as the end.

Never lose hope. Undetermined persons never succeed in their lives. Do not give up! Grades may be the reason for people to say something about you, but despite that take note: 'Grades are just numbers.' It doesn't really measure  how smart you are. Because it is a fact that you can never measure a man's wisdom through reading his report card.

The last thing you must not forget is- Hard work. It is the sum of everything. If you're hard working enough, I bet you can also be the own star you want to see lighting up it's flare on the sky. Listen, be optimistic, and do not lose hope; those are some pointers you must note.

Guys, in being the best that you can be, you must do everything that you can do. It's never to late to change. There is still tomorrow, do better- start now!

Blogger: New writer’s best friend

Have you ever felt the need of having a friend? Someone to boost out what you feel and experienced or something that can treasure your thoughts for a lifetime? 

A certain way to express one’s deepest self, record thoughts and ideas that take part in many different functions is the diary. Diaries are extremely varied, from business notes, to records of weather and day after day individual events, to personal searches of the human psyche. It is a record formerly in handwritten set-up with distinct entries organized by date reporting on what has come to pass over the track of a sunlight hours or further time. They may possibly also be embark on for organizational purposes that play a role in many features of human society, as well as government documentations, commerce ledgers and military records. 

They’ve been people’s best friend for a long time. But as years pass by, people changed all the way through their habits of living and trending. At the present time only a small number of individual may have it due to busyness and lack of time. But within this transformation is the creation of high technologies that are said to be helpful in our living. A component of it includes an extension of the term diary which means a printed publication of a written diary and may also refer to other terms of journal including electronic formats known as blogs.

Blog is a form of website, frequently maintained by a being with usual entries of commentary, similes of actions, or additional matter for instance graphics or video. Entries are usually put on show in invalidate-sequential order. Through this, writing what you feel is effortless and uncomplicated. Plus you can place styles and backgrounds that you like to fill in your blog with the spirit of your emotions.

At the present time and age, blogging is the newest best friend of the era. A person can type in his own opinions in a blog. Web sites may it be all the way through an online account such as  Blogspot, Multiply, Friendster, Facebook, and MySpace makes it easy for you to check over piece of writings or articles over and over as much as possible, as a result decreasing the requirement of writing materials. Blogging is essential that in a minimal time, your blog is accessible for understanding or browsing on the Internet. Blogging now helps to throw light on the design of writing in all-purpose seeing that it is not restricted to any further extent to authors and writers of publications and tabloids.

It is possible to write blogs regarding to manufactured goods, tourists spots,historical places, events, occasions, books, eating places, cafés, restaurants, employment, job openings, auditions,  casting calls, animals, home and health, scriptures and religious gatherings or groups concerning God. Posting poems, stories and important dealings are moreover achievable. That’s why blogging is also considered a helpful source of information.

Blogging does not intend to replace paper works (newspaper, tabloids and magazines) though it is nearly possible. Nevertheless blogging will surely be known at this point and will keep on dominating till the coming years.

by: Justin Mae Lico Aguilar

After the rain

 

After the rain by: Justin Mae Lico Aguilar

A maiden who found a rainbow after the rain- Men Suit designer who won the Design Star Award Ceremony after being inspired by her dream.

As rain starts to pour, a drowsy feeling comes and sleepy head knocks off. As it drops down to her face a scene fills the air moving to a set full of irises and exotic flowers. Pulled by fruit fairies and gnomes with a delight of true peace and serenity the maiden breathe in the aromatic air that captivates her soul.

 As her eyes closes sound of giggles and small talks appeared and laid in front of this woman was a man wearing a three button suit and she began asking herself at where is she. An orchestra playing, all men wearing men suits and ladies dressed elegantly. 

As she steps a foot forward, everything faded away and all that’s left was a pair of an exotic shoes that fits exactly in her feet. Puzzled of what may come next she searched for an outlet and found a key, moving on the lady fell in to a deep pit. Trying to stop from falling she bumped into a mirror. Strange things happened and her clothes changes as she ran from one door to another. 

As the sound of drops stopped and bells ringing loudly starts she followed a melody of a singing choir. Bright lights shatter in her face and there she is walking in the isle towards a man wearing a wedding suit. 

As her tears start to fall in her face the each droplets erases the details of the setting, all are like paint dripping and as her consciousness returns she woke up still with tears but seeing a design of the three button suit she draw created a golden summer smile in her face, took a deep breath and got dressed for a Design Star Award Ceremony. She won and named the design “The Rainbow” -after the rain. This Fashion Designer continues her legacy and is known for creating best suits for men so as exotic shoes. 

A momoire of my SUMMER JOB! -Article for Ragnarok

Living today’s generation is never the same as before. People in any ages are attached to machines promoted by the newest technologies that indeed make life easier. One example of this is the computer. An item used to communicate, access with friends, receives input, stores and manipulates data, and provides output in a functional format. Most of all, a lot of public uses it for pastime like playing online games.

A particular example of a famous online game that is mostly wanted in this day and age is Ragnarok. Habitually referred to as RO. It is a massively multiplayer online role-playing game or MMORPG created by GRAVITY Co., Ltd. It was primary on the rampage in South Korea on 31 August 2002 for Microsoft Windows and has in view of the fact been on the loose in many other locales around the world. To a large extent of the game's mythos is based on Norse mythology, but its approach and settings have been inclined by a wide variety of intercontinental cultures. The game has produced an animated series, Ragnarok the Animation, and a follow-up game, Ragnarok Online 2: The Gate of the World. Player characters work together in a 3D environment but are symbolized by 2D character sprites for front, back, side and diagonal facings.

Like me, I used to chain myself in a chair playing Ragnarok. Literally means the ultimate battle between gods and giants concerning all creation, which conveys the end of the world as it is known and nearly all life. With it, I keep on enjoying myself each day as well as spending hours or even up to midnight. Why is that so? Well, it’s because I find it as a way on how to escape with my problems. Also a way to relax myself after all the brain wrecking things I encounter in my work. At some point a friend of my mine asks what so special about it. Then I told him to try it to for him to find out. He then discovered what’s amazing regarding it. And now I and my friend pass it on to our acquaintances and in that case we get pleasure from the online game. It is indeed special to me that all I wanted to gain each day is a whole new version of it. I am on no account bored with it, and I know I will never be.

It sure is good to have fun and lighten up by playing Ragnarok but we are obliged to first be familiar with our boundaries and always commit to remember the stuff that we must prioritize.  But if you are looking for a good line of attack to wine up and would like to play a amusing online game, my suggestion for you is Ragnarok.

Ang LCHS sa paghinog ng panahon

Upang makamit ang mga pinapangarap, inaasam at minimithi sa buhay, kinakailangan nating tahakin ang isang daan. Landas na magbibigay ng pag-asa at aral di lamang para tayo ay matuto kundi para narin humubog sa ating pagkatao. Ang landas na tinutukoy ko ay walang iba kundi ang paaralan. Ikaw,anong landas ang iyong tinatahak? Masasabi mo bang tuwid ito at tama ang yong paroroonan?

Ilan lamang yan sa mga mahahalagang katanungang malimit ng maisip ng mga kabataan ngayon. At ako, habang dahan-dahang tinatawid ang daang makipot, natagpuan ko ang isang lugar na puno ng kaalaman at naghahasa ng anumang taglay mong mga kakayahan. Anong lugar ito?

Ito ay ang Legazpi City High School o LCHS. Noong una, ni hindi sumagi sa isip ko na mag-aral dito. Ayon sa kwento-kwentong narinig ko, itinayo ang paaralang ito sa dating imbakan ng basura. Hindi ko lubos na maisip kung papano nila nagawang matuto sa kabila ng lugar na kanilang pinaliligiran. Nalaman ko din na hindi ito kailanman hadlang sa mga taong pursigidong matuto.

Sa pagkakaalam ko ipinundar ito ng dating Mayor na si Ginoong Noel Rosal,asawa ng kasalukuyang Mayor ng ating lungsod na si Ginang Geralsdine Rosal. Nagumpisa ang LCHS sa mahigit kumulang na isang daang mag-aaral sa unang taon. Noong umpisa palang ay aktibo na sa paglahok ang paaralang ito sa mga patimpalak na pang-akademiko. At hindi lamang sa akademiko umangat ang nasabing paaralan. Maging sa mga tagisan ng kakayahan ay nagpamalas ito ng kahusayan.

Dumaan ang isa, dalawa, tatlong taon. Nakumpleto na ng LCHS ang apat na taon. Nagtapos na ang unang grupo ng mga mag-aaral na naging parte na ng City High sa pagbuo ng mga hakbang patungo sa tagumpay. Sa panahong iyon, papasok pa lamang ako sa parehong paaralan bilang isang freshmen. Madaming bago at masasabi kong hindi maikukumpara sa elementarya. Dito nakakilala ako ng mahuhusay na guro na siya naming maipagmamalaki.

Naalala ko pa nga, nang minsang may magtanong kung saan ako nag-aaral, ng nabanggit ko ang pangalan ng aking pinapasukang paaralan ay samu’t-saring magagandang reaksyon ang aking nakukuha. Ito ay sa dahilang itinuturing nila ang aming paaralan bilang isa sa pinakatanyag na paaralan sa lungsod ng Legazpi pagdating sa galing sa pakikipagsabayan sa antas ng edukasyon ng mga nasa pribadong paaralan sa sekondarya.

At habang naroon ako’t natututo napagtanto ko na kami mismo ay nagiging bahagi ng LCHS habang lumilipas ang bawat araw ng pagkatuto. Gumagawa din kami ng sariling lamat sa kasaysayan n gaming paaralan sa iba’t-ibang paraan. Natatandaan ko pa nga nung minsan ay isa rin ako sa mga kalahok sa mga patimpalak. At habang nakasalang sa mga pagsubok na ito. Naramdaman kong pasan ko sa aking mga balikat ang pangalan ng aming paaralan. Natuto akong gumawa ng mga bagay na hindi ko inaasahang magagawa ko. Natuto akong maging malakas sa kabila ng mga pagkabigo. Natutunan kong tumanggap ng pagkatalo. At sumuporta sa mga kasama kong nakaabot pa ng Nationals. At ako mismo, masasabi ko sa  aking sarili na naging parte ako ng kasaysayan nito na patuloy na nadaragdagan taon taon.

Sa aking akala, iyon lamang ang matutunan ko. At hindi rin ako humihingi pa ng labis sa kaalaman. Ngunit dito, saksi ako sa pagbabago ng pagkatao. Naging isa ako sa mga nabago. Nabago para sa ikabubuti hindi lang ng aking sarili kundi pati na din ng mga taong nakapaligid sakin. Sa LCHS nakasalamuha ko ang mga  taong maituturing na tunay na kaibigan. Ngunit gaya ng marami meron ding mga taong dapat iwasan.

Sa kasalukuyan, humihigpit ang patakaran at standard ng aming school. At kung dati ay dalawang silid paaralan lang ang City High, ngayon ay mahigit na ito sa walo. Madami ng pagbabago mula ng dumating ako sa landas kong ito. sabi nila mas hihirap pa daw ang aming pagdaraanan. Lalo na’t itinuturing na kaming isang ESEP Curiculum. Madami na ding idinagdag na mga patakarang hinding hindi mo dapat suwayin.

Ngayon, nasa ikatlong taon na ako sa paaralang ito. Mabigo man ako sa minimithi ko, hindi parin ako titigil sa pag-abot sa mga bituing ipinangako kong aabutin ko kahit anong mangyari. Kung ang LCHS nga ay umangat mula sa dati nitong kalagayan, inaasahan kong magagawa ko din ito sa aking sarili.

Kung ihahambing sa prutas na nahihinog ang Legazpi City High School, ito ay isang prutas na araw na lamang ang hinihintay upang mahinog. Matamis at maganda ang textura’t kulay. Pero sa lahat ng prutas na nahihinog, ang LCHS ang prutas na hindi kailanman mabubulok kahit gaano pa katagal ang lumipas na panahon…

Isinulat ni: Justin Mae Lico Aguilar

The Stray Cat

Born sickly, I was prohibited to stuffs that have fur or going to dusty places. For that certain matter, I never got the chance to have the thing they call- Adventure. A big stall next to our library is my very own classroom. I have private teachers and have advanced classes too. Societal gatherings, theater, parties and other social activities are the things that comprise my daily schedule. Different from what they call normal.

            As what I usually encounter, this morning I got out of the car and heard someone saying, “Look! It’s the only daughter of Mr. Milan!”

            Another girl replied, “Yes she is! I’ve heard she gets everything she wants since her dad is a museum owner and they run a lot of businesses.” And that just made me look down and frown. I wish what they said was real. They may want to be in my shoes but they just would regret it in the end.

            “You know it’s hard to be Tasha Milan.”, stated Potch as Pitchie stands at her back. I smiled as the fact that they’re the only things I’ve got runs in my mind. I treat them as my sisters, though they are just the twins of my dad’s long time co-worker in our company.

            “It’s your dad again, isn’t it?” asked Pitchie. I shook my head and continued walking to the center of my art gallery. It was a big day for me. Everyone was taking a pretty close look at my work of arts; my passion, my emotions and my emptiness.

            “You did great!” said dad. “And I am grateful to be your father.” He added.

            While strolling in the place, I found out that outside the gallery was a garden. I stood directly glimpsing white roses and breathing in fresh air. I recalled every memoir of my childhood.

            Later on, I saw this white cat near the side of the pond. As I try to get closer to it, Potch whispered, “Don’t get near it, it may run!” I am about to listen to hear advice but I saw the sad creature weeping and in its blue green eyes, I can feel the pain caused by a limp in its hind leg.

            I took of my scarf and gently wrapped it to the cat’s body. “No! Stay away from that cat!” shouted Pitchie.

            “Your lungs! Your weak lungs! You…you’re sick!”, she worriedly stated.

            “Can we have her?” I asked. Her face was saying a no, and I start to pout.

As she saw my glittering eyes about to drop a tear, she automatically told me, “Ok, ok… We’ll keep her.”

“But if Mr. Milan knows about this, we’re dead Pitchie!” Potch reminded.

“I’ll take care of it. Promise dad won’t know.” I said.

“Aha! Let’s use the vacant room near your bedroom as her home.” said Pitchie. For me, it was a great idea. Potch held the cat into her arms and we drove the cat to our mansion. We hid her inside the picnic basket and slowly sneak it in to the vacant room. We medicated its leg and gave it some food.

“Aren’t you afraid to get seriously ill again Tasha?” Potch asked me.

“No, not at all.” I responded. I wasn’t afraid because the cute face of the cat enlightens my mind. Plus it was the first time I got to get near a cat.

“What should we name her?” Pichie asked happily. 

“Mary! Let’s name it Mary.” suggested Potch.

“Naa… Let’s call it Claire.” Said Pitchie.

“Uhm, how about Maire?” I asked them, asking for their support.

Both of them agreed to call the cat Maire. We took good care of Maire. Feed her luxurious cat food and got a personal trainer for her to well-trained.

It’s been quite awhile when we became busy with that stray cat we found. We treated it as if it was really ours. It was also a puzzle to all of us why instead of being in the worst condition, I become lively each day.

The time that dad knew about it Maire also came. It was the time when I was in the garden painting the playful cat. I was terrified of what dad will say about what I did. I was preparing myself- taking a deep breath and facing my cheek, ready for a slap. But in its place he did not got mad. He asked me, “Is that the cat in the painting we entered in the charity fair that was sold for $192 million during the bidding?”

I never thought he’d recognize. But he actually did. I did not receive any hurtful words or even a snap in the face.  Taking the cat away from me did not cross his mind although he limited my time with Maire.

I was so happy of the sudden changes that are happening in the run of my life right now. Until, I felt different. I didn’t realize that I was too busy with this stray cat that I even forgot having time to be with the persons who are always there for me since then. Potch never passes by our yard neither Pitchie. They only come during weekends unlike before where they are always beside me whenever I need them. I didn’t take the present scenario negatively, “Maybe they’re just busy.” I always say.

            Days, weeks, months passed by. The faster time goes by, the shorter the time I spend with Pitch and Potch. Maire grew and learned much by this time. One day, while busy reviewing the files and papers for my class, Maire was playing with a ball of yarn. The air is filled with Mozart’s music then suddenly… “Ahhhhhhhh! Ahw! Ouch!” I cried.

            I fell off the chair and couldn’t remember anything… until I woke up seeing dad beside me whereas I am lying in my bed. I feel cold and my hands are shaking. I saw a big bandage in my leg and there I knew I was bitten. Pitchie and Potch are also there, bothered of what may happen to me next. I got sick for some time, find it hard to stand alone and even walk.

            Maire was then brought to the veterinarian where she is to stay for rehabilitation. I was sad to know about it but sadder to know that despite all of the good things we gave her, a scar is what’s left for return.

            Pitchie despondently talked to me. She was saying a bitter goodbye. “Why??! Why are you moving away?” I asked. She was teary-eyed; no words came out of her mouth. She turned around weeping and ran away.

            “Potch, tell me what happened.” I ordered. She can’t look straight to me and there I knew something was really wrong. I grabbed Potch’s hand and said, “Everything will be fine right?”

            “I don’t think so Tasha.” She slowly uttered. “Your dad blamed us of what ensued to you. She didn’t even let us explain… I- I am sorry Tasha. But we have to move away. Forgive me for saying this but your dad is so cruel to us! He threatened us that if we won’t move away, our father and our businesses will suffer the consequences.” She added.

            I was shocked saying, “What?! This can’t be!!!” I hurriedly got my phone and called dad, I said, “Dad we have to talk.”

            “Is this about the cat? Well baby, don’t worry. Later, I’ll fetch the cat from Doctor Francisco. I’ll buy Maire treats plus I’ll buy your cat a nice mat where it can lay down. Isn’t that a great news honey?” dad spoke fast.

            “It isn’t dad. I want my friends back, not that stray cat. Dad, why do you have to take them away from me? It’s not their fault anyway. I’m the one who forced them to take that cat even if I know it’s wrong. Pitchie even sacrificed everything she have the moment she dais, ‘Ok, ok! We’ll keep her.’. Dad I promised her and Potch that I’ll take care of everything. They are more than a friend to me. The two of them are beside me whenever I find you unexplainable with All these stuffs you want me to be who I am not. Dad, I love Potch and Pitchie. And if I were to choose, I’ll choose them over that stray cat. Daddy, please don’t sent them away. They’re the thing that’s left for me. The one who always go for whatever it is that makes me happy. Please dad!” I tearfully replied.

            Dad was sorry about that. I am so happy to know that he granted my petition. I, Pitchie and Potch are now ok. We do the things we used to do together before. No furs, no yarn and no bites. Thru what I experienced opened a new chapter to my life. It made me realize that things who makes you happy for now doesn’t mean to make you happy till the end.

            In the other hand, Dc. Francisco fell in love with our adorable, cute little fellow Maire. She asked me, “Are you still gonna get your cat? If not please let me have her.”

It was a pleasure to me to know that Maire has a new home.  Where it is possible for her to get what she really wants. Though I’ll miss the time when I found my dress torn out by her paws, didn’t sleep well because of her noisy meows, sneeze continuously because of her fur and lose my appetite all because of the smell of her poop. But one thing I thank God for letting me found that stray cat. Because that cat thought me to appreciate the people who do great things for me and see it myself how true to me my friends are.

“Tasha, thank you for all of this.” said Potch.

I smiled and replied, “No. don’t thank me. I am the one thankful to both of you. You two became great good friends to me. Giving me the love that my father lacks and helping me out in different obstacles I face since then. Thanks girls!”

Pitchie stated, “Stop it Tasha. Don’t be too emotional. Oh, you’ll always be hurt in the end if you think everyone will do the same as we do.”

“I know I am weak but I know you guys are never gonna hurt me. I trust you two Pitchie.” I said.

The three of us then learned to be careful of whomever we meet each day. We always place in our minds that friends should be able to never give up.

Betrayal is never a chance it is a choice and as humans, we should highly pursue to appreciate something other people around us do for us. Because we may not know it is worth their everything.

By: Justin Mae Lico Aguilar