A DSSPC To Remember

                   

     I was sitting inside the four corners of the classroom with my radio broadcasting team. We were very busy practicing our script for we thought that as we rose from these sturdy chairs, we'll start our voice show. I was a bit nervous that time because first we were not even complete. We were only five to present a 5-minute radio broadcast that was supposed to be seven. Second, we're in trouble in terms of our sound effects; we'll be using a phone that should be a laptop and lastly, I really feel that my heart turned out into a speaker that plays a bass boosted song that goes 'boom'. I feel like I can collapse anytime I wanted to.

     A woman popped out all of a sudden. She started talking about herself then their school's achievements (like who the heck cares?) and the topic we will tackle. Probably, she's the lecturer. I ignored her first, because I wasn't pleased; her foundation was uneven and her hair was messy. Second, she's not prepared because her presentation was only showed at Microsoft Word, not on PowerPoint, and lastly, I just don't like her airy aura. I just turned my eyes to hunt some hot guys (I'm being treacherous to my crush) when suddenly I spotted one and luckily, he's sitting on the 5th row while I'm on the 4th! (Hallelujah!)

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     I looked at his face. His eyes were somewhat small, I guess he's half Chinese. He got fair complexion. His lips were small too, and it's red! At first, I thought he was wearing lipstick, but his red lips were all natural. He got that pointy nose and he was wearing eyeglasses that really turned me on! He sensed that I was eye-raping his face so he smirked and I was a bit shocked so I quickly turned my head back to the lecturer. I felt my temperature got high and as I see my reflection on my phone, I saw myself blushing! I glanced at him once last time and he was smiling!

     Anyway, I really did my best to listen to the lecturer, but she was so boring that I yawned. (I'm so sorry) Oh, I am the secretly arrogant in the room, I told myself that I don't even need her lectures because my school paper adviser had a copy of it, besides, we're the best radio broadcast team and I see that my teammates agree with me for they're not listening too.

     At last! She ran out of saliva. We were given one and a half hour to create and practice our script. We proceeded to the second floor and occupied one room for one school. Well, we're prepared so our script was done so all we have to do is to practice it. After some minutes of "intense" practice of lines, we delivered it to the judges straight in their faces. As I expected, good feedback were given to us and some downsides like, we're incomplete and one sound effect doesn't suit one's voice, but overall, it was good!

     We stayed at the lobby while waiting for our school paper adviser and luckily, there's the one whom I encountered in the lecturer's room. I see him stare at me in the corner of my eyes and I also felt that he was going to my direction and dang! He was at my back, staring far from nowhere. Well, I stayed calm and stood up. He said 'hi' to me and I said 'hello'. He stared at me for some seconds until I felt the awkwardness. I waved my hands near his face then he went back to the reality and composed himself quickly. I saw him blush and my goodness. He turned out into a tomato! I laughed so hard that you wouldn't think that there's no more tomorrow and said that he's cute when he blushes. He just replied 'thanks'. My friends we're coming at my side so he said goodbye and then he turned out into a cheetah. OH BOY, I FORGOT TO ASK HIS NAME!

     On our way to DSSPC, I can't help but to think of that guy. There's an urge to myself that I want to know his name and I really felt that he'll be a good friend. The contest was held and the awarding ceremony followed accordingly. I'm so happy for him that their school bagged awards just like ours. I saw him smile at me so I smiled at him too. I really want to ask his name when he waved his hands at me saying that they need to go. I felt sad, I thought that this was the perfect chance to ask his name, but time doesn't allows us to do so. Maybe I'll just see him next year... Oh how I hate you fate.

Snapshots of the Past

     Everytime I hear his name, his wide smile fills up my mind. His sparkling eyes that stares at me gives me chills. I like his boisterous laugh where you can see his hundred teeth that you even need to wear sunglasses so your eyes wouldn't be hurt. His weird voice that makes my heart skip a beat everytime he sings (especially when he knows that he's out of tune), his jokes that makes me laugh even though it's not funny. He goes there beside me, just staring on what am I doing. He even threw me pick-up lines that makes me blush. He's so good to me whenever I feel nobody does. He's the only who cares for me when no one did. I like everything he does, I like what's in him. I LIKE HIM.


     He cheered me up when I was down. He treated me like a princess. He let me feel special even in a short time. Questions are conquering my mind again...


Is he the one for me?
Will I experience what my friends does?
Can I relate myself to them more?
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     I left them unanswered. I want HIM to answer it for me.


"Yes, I am the one for you. The one you've been waiting for so many years. Yes darling, we'll experience what they are doing but we'll do it more better than them. You'll relate yourself to them more for we'll be making our very own love story that will be written in the history."


     Of course, I am daydreaming! Probably, it may happen on some books, but never in the reality. I'm used to it, to be hurt. Three rejections. Three big rejections that almost ruined my life. When I attempted at my first, I stopped myself for I am too young. The second one, he doesn't like me, but my best friend, he does. The third one... he ignores me and he really torn my heart. In this fourth attempt, I wish he'll never break it for it took me years to heal it...


     Oh! He's my source of joy. I don't know why, but I'm extremely happy when I'm with him. He's the one who usually wipes my tears; he gives me his words of wisdom. He always wanted to reach out for me that makes me feel that I'm special to him. He said that he's happy with me. Is it? Am I special to him? I hope so...


     But the only permanent in this world is change.


     After one month of sweetness, everything is just a memory now. His sweetness turned into bitterness. I can still hear his sweet lines, but that's not for me anymore, but into somebody else. He's the one who wipes my tears but now, he's the reason behind it. I see him happy, but I really hope that I'm still the one, the one behind his smiles, but definitely not. He found someone better than me! He sees that I don't care, but deep inside myself, I'm holding back my tears. I'm breaking inside. I thought he's the one. He helped me to move on for my third attempt. He told me that he's happy with me. I thought there's a SPARK between us, but I think, I'm the only one who feels it. We used to do what we usually do everytime we're together, but now, he's doing it with someone else.


     Hey, I'm sorry! I was serious on what we we're doing, but it was just a fling for you. Yes, a fling. All this time. I thought there was something, but there's none. I thought you're the heaven's sent for my agonizing heart, but no. You weren't. Everything was scripted; you manipulated me, gave me false hopes... how dare you to play with my heart... Well I'm moving on for I am tired of this. Fourth attempt, failed. No, I won't stop loving for the sake of loving me back. I will come back stronger... and thank you for the memories, it's just a snapshot of the past now.

Usually Sacred

     "It is very alarming that we know more facts about our idols than the policies of our school and our parents' guidelines.", says a friend of mine. Yeah, she has a point. It's true. For us? Does it seem right? I know that some of you are confused but most of us teenagers do this, most of the time.

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     I still remember those cold nights and a candle was our only source of heat and light. We were there in a room, praying the rosary. There's an interaction wherein mother says the lines and we answer back. I can hear Mom's sincerity while saying the prayer, so do I. My younger brother caught Mom's attention, all of a sudden for he keeps on yawning and there's his pair of eyes, blinking, showing no interest in what we're doing. Mom just gave a death glare. I don't know how should I react for we stopped for a while. I just showed no emotion at all. I saw my brother, stunned. After a few seconds, he finally realized that what we're doing is a sacred act -- praying so he sat down properly and he composed himself quickly. Mom just flashed a smile and we continued the prayer peacefully.

     The next day, we prepared everything before we go to school. The packed lunch, our  bags, and even ourselves were ready. Even the elementary school bus was there. I look at my brother's eyes, and I can see he's terrified. I saw mother's flaming eyes because of what my younger brother did. Well what did he do anyway? There he was, standing in front of the mirror, doing poses because he was so jolly. He used the rosary as an accessory. Mother shouted at the loudest voice she could...

"Are you possessed by a demon? Why are you wearing the rosary?! Only possessed people wear that!"

     My younger brother was left there, standing.

"But Mom, i-it's the n-new trend!" he replied, stammering.

"I used to be slapped whenever I try to do those things! Can't you see? It's sacred! Remove that rosary or I'll do something you wouldn't like." my mother's response.

     My younger brother removed the rosary fastly as his tears fell down to his face. His face turned red for he was ashamed; thinking if our schoolmates heard it. I wiped his tears and left the last words...

"It will be alright." and then we left the house.

     That night after the incident, my mom usually talks to us to ask how we were doing in school after we pray the rosary. It's like a family meeting, but I really feel that this one's different.

     "What happened to the new generation? Is this the way how you respect the holy things? By using them as an accessory? As far as I know, rosary necklaces, rosary bracelets is an all new trend in the market. But wearing them without the blessing of the priests will bring you nothing. So wearing it simply means that you're displaying it. For what? Good compliments? That you're so religious that you should go to heaven? Mentioning about religious, your standpoint nowadays is always like this, 'the more religious things you wear, the more religious you are!' But the bottom line is, do you even go to church to attend the mass? Now, being a part of the new generation, you should know your limitations as well as the DO's and DON'Ts." Mom told us. We we're there, quiet and our head faces the floor. Mom's right. Respect begins with respect because sacred things turned out into usually sacred.

The Light Fades Out In Her

       "NO! Don't tempt us to eat that. We're prohibited to eat or  drink something cold and sweet." she said irritably. Why is that she's always short-tempered? Maybe the reason why is that the  cute kid keeps on blurting out that he wants to share his scramble with us. Why is that so? I don't even know. The kid just wants to share what he got then she got irritated all of a sudden? Well I guess she's on her period, but that doesn't mean she can't control her temper. I really felt sorry for the kid for I saw his face turned blue. He's didn't do anything wrong, besides he's nice, he got that bubbly personality that shows his innocence so how come she got irritated to this little angel? The light fades out in her.

     She's nice, yes. She's good at speaking for she had a good accent. She threw her lines perfectly, she's still wearing the same shirt that labels her personality, she's still my friend, but why is that I felt something unusual; it seems like something changed. I can't figure it out at this time, but there's something wrong... I guess the light fades out in her.

      After some hours of bustling training, we performed our voice show. We recorded it and we decided that we'll practice more. We need to polish everything, but we're only given one day to polish it, but it ended up now, unsatisfied on what we've executed. Even though I wanted to practice more to perfect it, I need to follow my schedule for this day. I'm still deciding to attend the meeting or go home and take a rest. My conscience tells me to attend while my body tells me to rest. I asked her opinion...

"Aattend ka ba sa meeting mamaya?" I asked her.

"No." she said coldly.

"Bakit?" I asked her again.

     Questions started running through my mind. My curiosity drained when I heard her answer...

"Kasi ayoko, saka 'di pa ako nagpapaalam kila Mama." she stated while packing her things.

     I was left there. Standing. Is she still my friend that has the eagerness to serve Him? Why does she turned out like this? What happened to her? I remained silent for I'm sensing that she'll say something more.

"Pinag-iisipan ko nga 'rin pala kung iiwan ko 'yung TK. Besides, hindi naman ako kawalan eh." she continued.

     My heart broke down into pieces on what I've heard. Why? Why did she turned out like this? Is there something wrong? I don't want this feeling, I felt my sweet smile cleared out rapidly and it turned out into a bitter one.  I feel like, I'm the reason why she turned out like this, but my mind says that I did nothing wrong to her. Why all of a sudden? Oh yes! The light fades out in her.

     I still remember the tough times when she badly need our prayers for her special someone that occupies half of her heart. As her friend, I included her someone into my prayers, every night and day, sincerely. My effort paid off, her special someone got a little stronger. I saw that she flashed a smile into me, and her eyes is like telling me "Thank you". I just winked at her and we went to the church for our practice.

     She wants to be updated on the organization at all times, she gets angry when she's not informed. She's an active member. She's great because she never says "NO" to new experiences that welcomes her. I guess her faith was going strong. She's leaving her shell already. She interacts with other people and I love to see her bright aura. Her light shined and left the darkness. She's improving. 

I really hope that her attitude continues. Until...

"NO! Don't tempt us to eat that. We're prohibited to eat or drink something cold and sweet." she said irritably.

     I don't even know what happened, who changed her like that, when and where did it took place, why and how. I don't want her to stay in that way, I know that I need to do something because the light fades out in her.

Let You Go

                   

          At first, I did what I think that's right.... to let you go. To avoid you. To forget you because it's like you're telling me that it's for the better even though you didn't approach me or anything. Maybe because that's the only way to move on. I did it. I did what you wanted me to do. But at least once, have you ever asked yourself if I liked what  I did? 

          Sometimes, I don't know why does my heart keeps on fooling around even though it knows it hurts. Don't you know that while I'm following what my mind says, my heart shouts "Can't you just hold on a little bit longer?"

          Sweet. But deep inside, while I'm following my head like a robot that everything it commands, I kept following, my tears are dropping a little bit and my heart do break into tiny pieces. Bits. I keep on asking myself, "I didn't give up but you already did. Why is it like that?!"

          But they say that "There's no perfect love. Everything should face struggles. If you get tired or refuse, just let it rest and it'll come back again." I look forward that it may happen. But it didn't. Even though I doubled my effort. tripled it too I guess... but I waited for nothing. I was so sincere when I expressed my feelings for that letter but you ended it up being a joke. It's so damn hard to bring back those days when we're still talking to each other and we do some stuffs together. I'm so sorry. It was my fault too. I shouldn't expect too much. I should've hold on. I shouldn't let you go. I shouldn't forget you and kept still. I should've fight for you for that you may fight for me as well... I-I kinda like you that time... I shouldn't let you go.

                               

Loss: To Feel or Not To Feel

               

     My memories come as isolated snapshots now, a kaleidoscope of colorful fragments that somehow add up to a MAN I once called MINE. I accept the loss in stages, quietly closing one door and moving on to the next. Healing is a process, gradual and slow.
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     How do I keep this from being a life long lesson? How do I keep it an isolated incident something so over aching, so devastating, so pervasive in my life still? How do I keep from being crippled by it? The answer, I believe... If there is such a thing as a concise answer to such questions is to slowly learn to live with the loss and not under it, to let it become a companion rather that a guide. I won't say this is easy; I know how hard it can be. But I also know it can be done, and I know the comfort that comes from hearing how other coped with similar challenges and fears. It'a like a loud sound in an empty house, it echoes on and on. The sounds of silence left to echo without response, become more haunting than the actual words. 

     This time, though the pain refused to stay underground. As the initial shock of separation wore off, I began to cry with a ferocity that, quiet literally, one night brought me to my knees. It didn't matter that I was the one who walked away; I still felt abandoned and completely alone. 

     It hurts me more than I can express to hear he's still hurt. He asked me, "How are you?". After a pause, I said I'm doing fine. I asks how he's been, and he says "Fine". Another pause, and then we say goodbye. 

     I remember what he gave, what he made, what he did. What we were to each other, what he taught me, what I learned at him. That he made things, that he made words, that he fed me with so much love. Where he had dreamed of going, what our first words were and how he had quarreled with me. 

     I am fooling myself when I say he exists now only in the photograph or in the outline of my hand or in the armful of memories I still hold tight. He lives on beneath everything I do. His presence influenced who I was, and his absence influence who I am. Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide. Loss is our legacy.

Women are SPECIAL ♥

           

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

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Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked,

"God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the
place where love resides.

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Dear Public Servants...

 Dear Public Servants,

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          Well, what do you get when you boast something? Aside from being famous for the clothes you wear, its brand, the designer, the materials used for making those clothes and the amount of money you guys paid for that lavish dress you'll just use for only half a day, what else? Nothing, right? I know that you're all like, "So what are you fighting for?" or "The heck is your problem?". Don't pretend that you know nothing! You guys do this, all the time.

          Why you guys can't be simple? Why do you always think that you should always look perfect to the public? Don't you know what your positions are and your purposes for this country? Let me remind you that you are not models but public servants. You guys are attending SONA, not Grammy's nor FAMAS'. You guys aren't even in Hollywood. You guys should know your limitations and don't you know that the way you dress up reflects your personality yet you guys always want to show off! Can't you just be contented and keep in your big brains that "I just want to be presentable but not in an extravagant way... I'm a public servant, not a dummy so why wear these lavish clothes?". (Prudish? If you say so.) Your standpoint is always like the more expensive clothes you wear, the more popularity votes you get. There's more! You always want to brag that "Hey! Your dress is so cheap, so do you. Look at mine, this is what you call class and elegance!" Oh shut up. It's on the person's way of carrying that dress! (Well, if ithe shoe fits in, feel free to wear it..) Showing off your souls to the public is what you call SIMPLE? Geez, seriously? That's what you call simplicity? (Mind if you'll just wear your bikinis and trunks... Wouldn't it be better?) All I can say is that being simple is hardly even from you, right? (Truth hurts. Yes)

          Enough with that! Instead of buying clothes that costs a million you'll just wear for only half a day, why not donating it to some organizations or raising a feeding program, why don't you? With that, you've helped the less fortunate, another deed with sense! (Seems legit.)

          We've had enough. Good thing our President thought of an idea on having uniforms to avoid extravagance. I hope that he'll make a move about that... Let's just wait in the 2014. Hope you guys didn't use the money of the country you guys collected from taxes for your stupid dresses...

                     

Sigarilyo pa! (Story for Lk 14: 1-14)

                            

          Nakakainis, hindi ko alam kung bakit ko pa kailangang pumunta dito. Marami na naman sila eh. Kaya na nila 'yan. Dapat kanina pa ako nagpapakasaya sa bahay nila Mark. Pesteng GRADUATION ni Macky! Hindi ko tuloy pwedeng ilabas 'yung sigarilyo ko. Baka makita ni Dadz. HMFFT! Sabik na sabik na akong humithit ng sigarilyo. Oo, BABAE ako. Eh anong paki niyo? Eto ako eh. AKO SI JANE. Hah. Inosenteng-inosenteng TRESE at sa edad kong 'to, marunong na akong mag-yosi. Salamat kay Mareng Rona at tinuruan niya ako.
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"Iha, ayos ka lang ba? Parang 'di ka mapakali." bungad sa akin ng isa pang peste sa buhay ko, ang tatay ko.

"Oks lang ako Dadz. Ge, upo na kayo 'dun. Bibili lang ako ng pagkain ko." pagsisinungaling ko sa kanya. Buti pinayagan niya ako. Nagbigay pa ng extrang pera si Dadz para bilhan niya ko sila ng pagkain. HAH! Asa naman siya! Ipang-hihithit ko na lang 'to ng sigarilyo. Mas masaya pa.

          Lumapit ako sa tindahan. Bumili ako ng dalawang kaha dahil alam kong kukulangin ako kung isang kaha lang ang bibilhin ko. Kinapa ko 'yung bulsa ko. Tanging cellphone at wallet lang 'yung nakapa ko. ASAN 'YUNG LIGHTER KO?!

"SHIT! Naiwan ko 'yung lighter ko!" napailing na lang ako. Naiwan ko sa bag ni Mama 'yung lighter shit! Sana 'di niya makita, baka paghinalaan niya ako na naninigarilyo ako...

"Teh, may lighter pa kayo?" pagtanong ko sa tindera.

"Wala na iha." sagot niya ng may pagkadismaya.

"Putangina! Nagtindahan pa kayo kung wala kayong lighter!" sagot ko ng pabalik na may pagkainis.

" 'Di ba't masyado ka pang bata para diyan?" pag-usisa niya.

"Wala akong paki sa opinyon at nararamdaman mo! Leche ka! Tindera ka lang! Oh eto pera! 'Nang matahimik na 'yang bunganga mo!" sagot ko ng pabalag.

          Hindi naman pala lahat ng mangyayari sa araw na 'to eh puro masama. Bakit? May nakita akong matanda na nagsisigarilyo. Nilapitan ko siya at sinabing..

"Tang, pasindi naman oh." sabi ko.

"Ganyan na ganyan 'din ako nuon." sabay sindi sa yosi ko.

"Oh tapos?" pag-usisa ko.

"Trese 'din ako 'nung una akong humithit ng sigarilyo." sabi ni tanda.

          Hah! Wala pala 'to si tanda eh. Ako nga, nakatikim na ako ng shabu 'nung Grade 5 ako at natutong uminom 'nung Grade 6. 'Di kapanipaniwala ano? Eh 'di 'wag kang maniwala! Paki ko sa'yo?

"Kinse ako ng natuto akong magsugal." sabi ni tanda.

"Oh? Ako na yata ang pinakamalupit makipagpustahan sa amin eh. Hah!" pagmamayabang kong sabi.

          Napailing si Tanda. Aba, ayos 'yan.

"17 ako nang magkaroon ako ng syota.." sabi niya habang nakatitig sa mag-asawa na naglalakad.

"Ako nga, naka-ilan na eh!" pagmamataas ko.

"Ang sarap sa feeling ano? Parang may caretaker ka na mahal mo 'din... Feeling mo ligtas ka sa tabi niya. Na kayo na para sa isa't-isa.." pagpapatuloy ni Tanda.

"Naging mag-asawa kayo Tatang?" tanong ko.

"Hah. 'Yun lang. Hindi kami naging mag-asawa. Ang saklap no? Siya 'yung first love ko na 'di ko inaasahan na tatagal kami ng 12 na taon. Bakit kami 'di naging mag-asawa? Kasi ano nga ba ang magiging kinabukasan niya sa akin? Eh buong buhay ko, isang lang akong janitor hanggang sa takasan ako ng kaluluwa ko." pagkukwento ni Tanda.

"Wala ho kayong promotion?!" pagsasalita ko habang nagpipigil ng luha.

"Wala eh. Grade 3 lang natapos ko. Naiinis nga ako eh, Pati janitor kelangan graduate ka eh maglilinis ka lang naman! Hahaha! Pero nag-aaral uli ako, scholar ba." tuloy niyang pagkwento.

"Eh asan na po 'yung syota niyo?" tanong ko.

"Ah. Ayun, nakapangasawa ng mayaman. Eh wala eh. Kung mahal mo, pakawalan mo." saad niya.

          Doon na bumuhos ang luha ko. Hindi ko alam kung bakit.

"Bakit niya ako pakakasalan, eh kahit bisyo ko 'di ko na kayang ibili para sa sarili ko. Last na yosi ko na 'to. 'Di na kasi ako makakabili uli." sabay tapon sa yosi niya.

          Lalo akong umiyak. Humahagulgol ako sa harap niya. Sa 'di kalayuan, magiging katulad niya ako kung 'di ako magseseryoso sa pag-aaral ko. Ayokong mangyari 'yun. Ayokong mangyari 'yung dumating na 'yang araw na lilisanin ko 'tong mundo eh walang iiyak para sa akin. Na dahil 'di ako nakatulong sa pamilya ko, na bulakbok ako, kababae kong tao. Na puro yaman sa lupa lang meron ako dahil sa mga kaibigan ko.

"Pasensya ka na iha., napa-MMK tuloy ako sa'yo. Nakikita ko kasi sarili ko sa'yo eh. Hahaha! O siya, mauna na ako!" pagpapaalam ni Lolo.

"Kawawa naman si Tatang, pambisyo niya na lang, 'di niya pa maipambili." bulong ko sa sarili.

          Narinig ko ang mga palakpakan. Nagsimula na pala ang Graduation. Napailing na lang ako nang makita ko si Tatang nang makita ko siya sa stage.

                       "Valedictorian for S.Y. 2012-2013, Lolo "Felix" Cabayungan!"

Narinig kong maghiyawan ang mga bata. "Lolo! Lolo! Lolo!"