Thanks for the Memories

            Old photographs and places I remember. Just like a dying ember that's burned into my soul. Even though we walk the diamond-studded highways, it’s the country lanes and byways that make us long for home…

            Whenever I see these photographs in wall posts, they always remind me of this song. Of course, who won’t get nostalgic whenever you see those photographs of memories that we had in the past ten months of school? I’m sure you all guys have something to reminisce before we end up this chapter. Those things that made us stumble and fall – things which made us sad and down in the dumps. Those things that brought us in high spirits and things that changed the way of life. They’re all worth remembering, aren’t they?

            I remembered the day when we all gathered in the multi-purpose hall for the annual program for the National Schools Maintenance Week. I saw those same old familiar people in the same old familiar place, so nothing is out of the usual run of things. In fact, everyone is undoubtedly keyed up to another season of classes. And so it happened when it was the third of June to officially start off the regular season.

            I entered the season as an ordinary stud since I haven’t got any accolade to brag about. Seeing old familiar faces from the previous year and a few new acquaintances so I braced myself and got ready to rumble hoping that somehow I will be on the same pedestal like the so-called Elite Ten. But luck hasn’t been so kind to me, so that spot remains as elusive as an NBA Championship.

            But the conquest has yet to unfold by the time when our fate crossed with one of the most dignified mentor in this institution. More than enough knowledge was shared; thousands of ideas were taught. But what is the most significant is the wisdom and motivation. For the past eight months of daily session at four, our young minds were not just instilled with aptitude but nurtured with good manners and right conducts as well. What makes me inspired is the reality check, wherein some points in our lives were talked about in relation to the concerned lesson.

            The flow and harmony of daily discussion really favors me a lot, especially when we were hurled by series of interrogation in which your mind will surely turn upside down and you’ll really have your wrinkles visible. There was this instance when I totally dominate the oral discussion, leaving them with eyes wide open unto me.

            English III not just taught me to be inspired to carry on with my studies but it also taught me how to let go and find the right one. It’s pretty obvious in my previous blogs how sweet and sore it is to feel affection for someone who doesn’t love you the way you love her. Actually, a stupefying revelation was unfurled on our Thursday afternoon class (13 February 2014). She (I will no longer mention her name ‘cause it’s too obvious) was asked who in this class she wanted to give up – and it’s ME. THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME CRY. HOPE THAT SOMEDAY SHE CAN REALIZE HOW PAINFUL IT IS. I LOVED HER MUCH BUT WHAT DID SHE DO IN RETURN?

            Despite what have transpired, I finally found the ONE. YES, SHE’S STILL THE ONE THAT MY HEART SPEAKS AND MY MIND DICTATES. I LOVE HER.

            For that, English III memories will indeed be kept in our hearts and minds and will last for a lifetime. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES.

Blog 4.4B: Apology Letter

Dear Lorrie,

                Sorry is all that I can say – times gone by and still. Words don’t come easily like sorry, like sorry. Forgive me is all that I can say – times gone by and still. Words don’t come easily like forgive me, forgive me.

                Oh, my dear Lorrie, forgive me for what I have done before. Forgive me for all the issues and matters of concern which lead to some rumors regarding you and me. Indeed, you’re too exasperated of what have transpired before, but I can’t help myself but to love you and be loved by you. But it seemed that I can no longer do anything, ‘cause your irritation truly runs through your veins.

                I remembered the day when I was captivated by your look. You were my classmate since second year, but it was only this current school year when you startled my world. I was so glad to sit behind you, not knowing where your things are. It was the 14^th of July 2013 when I finally fall in love. I desperately needed someone to love and be loved, and won’t you believe it? It’s you, Lorrie. You are the one that my heart speaks and my mind dictates.

                But it seemed that you show an early sign of rejection. I still persist, but my persistence had gone too far. You got extremely annoyed and irritated, especially when I gave you a Bear Cuddler on your 14^th birthday which you returned after a couple of days. You even blocked me in Facebook so that I could no longer keep in touch with you.

                “Wag kang magsorry tumigil ka na lang pwede ba.” That was the last message of yours last October 9 at exactly 9:22 PM before you blocked me a week after. And for your own wish, yes, I let you go. I won’t be a stubborn in your life. I surrender.

                I hope that you can find the right and ideal guy for you. I’m prithee much sure, that guy would be the luckiest in this world. Once again, please forgive me Lorrie. Forgive me. Forgive me.

                Love,

Robin

Blog 4.4A: Love Letter

Dear Roxandra,

                It’s been almost three years from now when I first saw you. I can’t even figure out how delightful I am since it’s my very first time to step up in this institution as a freshman yet, your beauty is the one who captured my hungry eyes.

                I remembered the day when you startled my trembling world. It was the 23^rd of May 2011, exactly a month before your 13^th birthday when I first met an appealing young girl. If my memory serves me well, you’re in a green shirt with a shade of yellow – this caused too much bewilderment on my part of whether you’re a sophomore or a newbie like me. From that very moment, I can’t help myself but to stare at you. Despite several people roaming around which blocked my sight, I still find a way to keep my eyes on you.

                Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to see you again. The horde had gone crowded and crowded as we inch the final day of school maintenance week. I was in deep melancholy and desperation, for I won’t be looking at your dazzling charm again. I have waited for you for so long ‘til the classes began. Day by day, I was desperately hoping to see you, but I failed. I thought you were just a companion of a newbie, but I can’t imagine how ‘cause you look like a cool, teenage girl with the most stunning look; or you’re maybe a sophomore. Of course, as a freshman, I keep on hesitating to go upstairs just to sneak a look at every quarter to see you. I don’t even know your name.

                But it was September when I realized that we were just under the same sun. In fact, you were just right there adjacent to our quarter. I’m from Nitrogen and you’re from Oxygen. I was totally delightful that when I got home, I rushed to open my laptop and checked out my Facebook to add you. You accepted me right away. That was the time when I can say that I’m the most blissful man in this world.

                From that very moment, we always talked to each other every single night. In fact, we didn’t last a night without having a single chat. And it was the 3^rd of October when you actually filled up my senses. Wanna know why? ‘Cause that night was when we had our longest conversation of three hours and 24 minutes. Yes, I keep a record of those, but those were just part of history.

                But my gladness and delight had turned out to be doomed as someone walked in your life which startled your world the way you startled my world before. You were easily hooked up and captivated by him. If I remembered it right, it was October 15 when he first mentioned your name in front of us.

                “Guinoo… ‘yung crush mo sa O,” he mentioned in jest.

                “Sino?” I replied, as if I don’t know anything.

                “Guinoo, ‘yung artista sa Channel 2,” he stated.               

                “Ah! Okay… oo, siya nga… siya na nga,” I replied with delight.

                But that simple talk would change the world. And yes, you fall in love and so he did. In fact, it was 11-11-11 when we had an educational trip. Unfortunately, we’re not in the same bus. I was with the guy whom you loved and I can notice that he didn’t even keep his phone all day long. He was texting you and you replied as well. That very moment, I felt a sign of love affair.

                And I was right. MARCH 27, 2012 turned out to be your MOST SPECIAL AND MEMORABLE DAY. I won’t be mentioning why, ‘cause it’s prithee obvious.

                In fact, your relationship had gone stronger as we set off to Baguio on the summer of 2012 to attend a youth seminar camp for almost a week. It seemed that there’s no single minute of the day when you’re not with him.

                Despite those sweet moments that you cherished, still I am here waiting to be loved. But all I can do is to wait, but I guess it’s all over.

                I tried to forget you, but the feelings from within are still persisting. Yes, I’m here once again, asking for your love – not because you’re single again, but to mend your broken heart and be here to love and cherish you much more than how he did.

                Now, I’ll ask you, “Could you be my one and only?”

Love,

Robin