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Hatred Angry On the Verge of Madness A Pessimist Complaint Who Are You? Suicide Note Yin and Yang A Cat Named War What Happens during a Full Moon Sweet Flame Or Live Like Hell A Childâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Innocence Alingasa

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re â&#x20AC;&#x153;There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.â&#x20AC;? -Siddhartha Gautama

Hatred -krivin-

What will I do to make you happy? When all my deeds are wrong as what you’ve always seen You make me feel like I’m just a kid But you’re still giving me a lot of things to deal with. Why have you given me these heavy loads? When all you do is push me at the end of the road You’re underestimating me And because of a little error, you mock me endlessly You’re here, but it seems that you’ve already left me Your mere presence is blurry You left me when I badly needed you And all of these were just nothing for you I want to punch you and ask you if it hurts I want to kick you while saying bad words But I don’t want to turn out like you Because I know I am more than you You would hear no word from me I will not even beg anything from you I’m not like you, and you will see How well I am living independently

Angry Roshelle Novie L. Cabrido

Angrily smile, Mistrustfully trust, Doubtfully give , Dubiously prove, Irefully love, Infuriatingly say, I am angry.

A Pessimist’s Complaint FN Cinco

On The Verge of Madness Alyssa Clenuar

We are on a rollercoaster, we are happy We wake up in each others’ arms and cuddle through the sheets We paint each other’s on a canvass, we like it We look into each other’s eyes and we see our future of happiness When we’re far away from each other, it’s like years I long for your soft hair and lips as I remember you You touch me and draw me to the obscenity When the skin collides, it’s like riding on insanity You drive me miles away from sadness and steer me towards craziness Can’t stop, wouldn’t stop, and don’t dare to stop The flaws in you aren’t noticeable, and I don’t want to We breathe in love, we live because of love You leave a drowning note, you want to leave me No, don’t turn back now, I dare. No, I can’t handle You belong to me; spare yourself for me and only me Heal yourself and return to me as a whole, the only one I love.

How our reality is so twisted Fantasies begin to arise instead There’s no such thing as nice people Only ones who take advantage of you as an “apple” Not all people are honest But they lie just to add jest They are certainly a few activists But the passive ones bring them down like archivists It’s a dog-eat-dog world And there’s no such thing as just “lords” Not all standards are good in our eyes Because people are like ice They judge you no matter what There’s nothing to worry about that Happiness seems like a joke And sorrow comes at our yoke Behind every optimism hates A pessimism that waits

Who are you? Roshelle Novie L. Cabrido

Long ago, I love you. Years before, I trust you. Months ago, I care for you. Weeks before, I miss you. But now, who are you?

Suicide Note akosiePoi

Thank you, Mom and Dad... For treating me like yesterday’s leftovers, For always comparing me with my obnoxious brothers, For the discouragement, and you don’t even bother To notice my accomplishments and endeavors. I’ve never been your favorite, ‘cause I was sickly and weak You loath my presence, and just last week You told me I was adopted, that you found me on the streets. Thanks, Mom and Dad; I hope you die in your sleep! Thank you, teachers... For the lower-than-hell grades and awfully bad marks, For the insults and abuse, though I tried so hard To please you, to obey you, to flatter you with words For a positive feedback I have never since heard. “You’re disappointingly stupid!” my Math teacher said, And the whole class broke into laughter. With that being said,

Thank you my teachers, for the worst school days ever! Don’t fret, I’ve arranged for all of you to drown in a river!

And thank you, babe... For the love that never was, never has, and never will. For pretending that you love me, ‘cause it wasn’t even real, What you said you felt for me, it wasn’t even true. Thanks for toying with my feelings, and by the way, f**k you! Say my thanks to my bestfriend, will you? He’s really got it good, You look so cute together, like a bitch and a sucker should! Oh, what’s that? He’s not yet home, you say? Silly me! I forgot to tell you, he fell from a cliff yesterday.

Thank you, everyone, for being part of the show, Sorry, it ends tragically, but perhaps, you should know... As I end this story, this miserable life of mine, Don’t expect me in heaven, for in hell I will dine!

Yin and Yang April Cahucom

Anger, pain, and hatred – when we come to think of these

emotions, we can only picture out destruction, darkness and grief. We often forget that all things are created for a good reason. Behind anger, pain, and hatred lies truth, strength, and love.

Anger might be the source of destruction. It can create a different person out of you. But from anger comes truth. Ironic as it may seem but in most cases, we can only express the truth when we are angry. Anger seems to boost our courage. When we are angry to a certain person, we seem to think of nothing but to truly feel about him. It is like an imaginary force that pushes us to speak the truth. Pain is an incorruptible part of one’s life. From pain, we learn to develop our strength. Once you overcome it, you regain a new equipped with new strength. Pain creates a stronger person out of us. Hatred as they say is an unexpressed love. We tend to hate those people we actually love. We tend to show people that we love them by hating them. We can say that hate is an introverted way of showing our love and care. Anger, pain and hatred, most commonly are just snarled feelings. If we let them control us, create the consequence they can do, and assent them imbalanced, surely it will create schism and havoc among people. But if we know how to vindicate and nullify our extreme emotions, everything will fall into its place and we’ll have a balanced and peaceful life.

A Cat Named

WAR Michelle Valdez

There was a time when the earth was rumbling with bombs and explosives. It was the climax of the long war. Here, we follow a man. This man has survived the long war by gathering small scraps of food and medicine. Time came where he had picked all the food around him and so he decided to leave. He decided to go to the borderline where trucks of supplies lay untouched because of being bombarded by bomber planes. As the man went to the borderline, he stopped where a house once stood. At this place he could hear a ‘meow’. Curious, the man went closer, and there he could now clearly hear a cat meowing. He traced where the sound came from and found a black cat with green eyes under a small pile of rocks. It must have been trapped when the planes bombarded the place the previous night. He knows about the rumors about black cats and how they bring misfortune to anyone that sees or owns them. The man thought that the war itself was already misfortune and that it would not be bad to have a companion along the way. He saved the cat and noticed that it had a small injury on its right front leg. So he took some medicine from his bag and treated the cat. He continued to walk to the borderline carrying the cat on his arms. He then found a small piece of bread, and even though it was moldy, he took it. Sunset came and as usual the man could hear the nearing sound of war planes and decided to find shelter. He found shelter underneath the rubble of an abandoned house and was about to eat the small piece of bread when he saw the cat watching him. Even though it was not enough for him he shared the small piece of bread to the cat. Midnight came and the thundering sounds of explosives could be heard at the borderline. The sun came up and the man did not see the cat. He went outside to search for it. When he was about to give up, he found the cat. It seemed that the cat wanted the man to follow it, and so the man did. At the borderline, the cat went to a truck and stayed there. As the man went to the truck he felt tears of joy in his eyes. The truck was filled with food and medicine. He buried the two soldiers who probably died during the previous night’s bombardment. With the supplies the truck provided, the man survived the war until it ended. He was soon picked up by the soldiers of his country. A soldier had been staring at the man and his cat and asked, “Why did you keep the cat, when you could have eaten it? It’s just an animal.” The man smiled at the soldier and said, “If I had killed this cat, then I would have died long ago. In a place where people kill everyday, every life is important, no matter how small.”

What Happens During a Full Moon akosiePoi

Full moon. Oh, the irony. Tonight is just one of those nights. The cold wind is blowing north of the park, north of where I’m standing. Full moon. Such an irony. A lot of people still think bad things happen during a full moon; that the forces of evil grow strong during this time of the month. I chuckled. If they only knew… I glanced at my wristwatch, and it showed 10:49. Just then, a gust of cold wind blew, and I shivered.Good thing I’m wearing my trench coat, or I would have frozen to death. I’ve already waited for nearly two hours. If this wasn’t such a– Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone coming, and I looked at his direction. The man was about 5’11 in height, blond, and was dressed for a late evening jog. Right on schedule. I’ve repeatedly seen this guy for a week now to not predict what he does during his evening jogs. I knew that when he reaches the park, he slows to a stop and stretches his legs. I also know that he spends an average of twenty minutes sitting on one of the benches, admiring the birds and the quiet of the night. I scoff. While he took his time relaxing on the bench, I also took my time walking in his direction. My heart pounded on my chest, and I started to sweat even though the temperature was near freezing. I paused for a moment and exhaled deeply. I shook off the feeling and pressed on. “Excuse me…” I said. He looked in my direction and, judging from his expression, got excited upon seeing a guy approach him. “Are you, by any chance, Professor Salzburg?” I continued to ask. “Why, yes, I am Albert Salzburg. But you can call me Al”, he said, gesturing for me to take a seat. From the way he smiled and gestured, I’d say he fell for my good looks. This is too easy. “Well, my name’s Jasper, and uhhh, I was wondering if I could be your lab assistant at the university. Fred Pierson kind of told me you needed one, and I’m also in need of a job”, I told him. “Oh, yes, I do. And I do remember Fred. He is such a good student,” he said, and I wondered if Fred has become more than a student to this bastard. “Oh, so you’ll help me?” I asked. “Hmm… okay. I’ll help you. But I’m warning you, I’m kind of fond with boys… if you know what I mean…” he said, as he put his left hand on top of my legs. “Oh, that’s okay,” I said, trying to hide my discomfort. “But I can’t start yet tomorrow; I’ve still got another job to do.” “Oh, and what job is that?” “You!” I said, and two bullets from the silenced semi-automatichidden under my coat found their way to his torso. His face registered shock, and he fell on his back to the street. “Why?” he barely got out. “Well, let’s just say your past caught up with you,” I replied, as I finally planted another bullet right between his eyes. I looked around, and was satisfied that no one else was in the park. To make it look like a robbery, I frisked his pockets for his wallet, removed the contents, and dropped his wallet on the ground. Looks like another one of those homeless people on the road will be happy tonight. I was already starting to walk away when my cellphone rang. When I answered the phone, someone spoke through. “Is it done?” “Yes, and you should probably delete this number. Leave the payment where I told you to.” I said, and the caller hung up. Full moon. I smiled. After what just happened, the superstitions seem only fitting. And I continued walking away, thinking about where I’m going to dispose the now-empty gun and my gloves.

Change My Mind Endearment Adik Distance in the midst of love Exceptionally Ordinary Hear Here Sunrise First Stanza, line two i Love you to the moon and back epilogue peek i swear snowflake kalipay letters laughter blaster nice to see you again

ater â&#x20AC;&#x153;Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.â&#x20AC;? -Steve Maraboli

Change My Mind Jay Miguel M. Alacha

I hate you I change my mind I hate you more I change my mind Now, you are the one I hate the most.

ENDEARMENT Alas! I am happy you already knew, But wait, how come that I am feeling blue? Was it because I give you a clue? A clue that underlies a confession of hating you, That may be itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s the exact opposite of

Emmanuela A. Lague

Every time we meet My mind is really restless I am just so happy To see you around.

what may heart is telling you. Now let me do it again, I love you I change my mind I love you more

I keep thinking If you notice my ways If you feel me The way I feel you.

I change my mind Now, you are the one I love the most.

I hope we can get acquainted And you will make the first step To know me And to love as well.

Distance in the Midst of Love Jessa Krista Cambangay

I never thought of this We talk a little less

Adik Ratel Joy Fuentes

Gapangita ka bag amiga? Sama ni Joy ang pangitaa, Diba mabuang ka. Magsakit imung tiyan ug kinatawa, Kung siya mutingog na. Aduna pud usahay nga ikaw gapakatawa Apan siya ga-nganga ra Magminghoy gyud ka kung wala siya Sa iyang katawang hastang giloka, mangita ka Ug sa mga matang mahait kung manipat na. Anaa pa siya’y mga linyang, “Babalik ako sa mga panahong waala ng dahilan ang mundo para paghiwalayin tayo” Aguroy inday, maka-utot gyud ka. Siya ang taong effortless kung magpakatawa Ug ang taong mutoo bisag ilad pa. Kung sumahon: 20% bungol 30% buta 10% matam-is 2% maistoryahonon 8% mahibalak.on 1% chismosa 3% maanyag 6% palakatawa 5% iring 15% mapahiyomon Sa sayon nga istorya siya 100% ADIK!!! Gapangita ka bag amiga? Ayaw si Joy kay maADIK ka.

We see once in a blue moon, But still able to hold on. The less I see you, Ignites the feeling of sore The more I miss you, Sends you kisses for sure. Days seemed weeks, Weeks seemed a year when I miss you But a day seemed an hour, An hour seemed a minute when I’m with you That’s why I cherish every second with no adieu Wherever we are, wherever we go Feelings are kept so sure Distance keeps each other grow And preserves the love so pure....

Exceptionally Ordinary Jessa Krista Cambangay

Not a prince-charming type In a Cinderella story Nor a knight and shining armor In a Shakespearean poetry No gold, no title But I fell in love in a subtle. A simple shy guy is his trademark A guy whose name’s Clark Infamously ordinary, that’s him Quite irksome he may seem.

Hear Here Jay Miguel M. Alacha

Hear me now, I mean listen to me, Listen carefully I imply every word that I will say. Take it if you want it, Leave it if you desire the opposite. Now are you ready? Take a deep breath I will only speak the truth, Nothing but the whole truth. Here it is, “God Loves You!”

He came unexpectedly Making me flabbergasted Checking my feelings randomly Realizing that I was beloved By an ordinary man Who makes no ordinary me And that begins the mystery.

sunrise John Cris M. Ebabacol

I pray for mornings Let the daffodils drown me I live for music Let it embrace the world. Life’s a gift I’ll paint each day with a rainbow Life’s a present I’ll open it slowly. Let there be good mornings I’ll smile whenever I open my eyes Never will I say goodbye For it will always be,”See you later!”

I Love You to the Moon and Back Reng-Reng

For being so true For being so strong For being so lovable I love you.

First Stanza Line Two

For making me happy

Jessa Krista Cambangay

For making me dosed with inspira-

The glow of the light so bright

tion

I remember memories of you

For making me smile again

Hugging me tightly with all our might

I love you.

And by looking at each otherâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s eyes I can feel the love coming through. All of a sudden, complete darkness came And it surrounded me with pain.

It is really my luck That you came back I want you to know that I wasnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t shocked

I looked for you in blinded vision

When I realized that I love you to the

Come take me out of this oblivion

moon and back.

Yet in my mind I knew you left me. Somehow this emptiness was mended Everything has turned into gladness For someone came and lit the way And proved to me that first stanza line two Will forever just be memories that stay.

Peek Epilogue Epilogue By: EcArgYrAm

Peek

Waking up seeing that bright sunlight, the wind blew rushing through my soul, remembering those days I used to caress his head upon my lap. He seemed so warm and alive, back then when he used to cheer everyone around him. But everything changed. Now, all I could see around him are flowers and all things that are white. His face looked so peaceful but everyone had their tears marked on their faces. His mom even got her hanky so wet that it looks like she needs another one. Every person in the area sees this moment sadly. They think of it like it was too early for him to leave everything. On the other hand, they look at it as harmony with God. He was my friend, best among everyone else. Time flew and we didn’t realize it could be something more. He was my crush, puppy love, and will always be my first and last love. He was seven years older than I was. We played every single afternoon after class during preschool. He played as the father and me as the mother. And every other child along the neighborhood took part as our children, aunts, grannies, etc. When he reached high school, he managed his time just to fetch me up no matter how distant our schools were. And eventually, he graduated. One cold night, on our way home, I noticed his silence. Believe me, it felt so weird and very unusual. I reached to grab his arm to get him to face me. He was staggering that I didn’t really get what he meant. There were words like “us”,

“childhood”, “feelings”, and “I’m very nervous now.” But the only words he said that hasn’t left my mind were, “Be mine.” I was born on the 13th, month of January. He always had a plan that involves everyone in the celebration. But he never fails to tease me every time that date falls on Friday. He was consistently good in irritating me. Despite his annoyance it feels good being with him, always. On the 14th day of the following month, I finally told him my response and it seemed so official. He held my hand and gave me a card that says, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” For years, we were together. At work, my phone suddenly rang. It was a call from his mom. She said that he suddenly passed out immediately after lunch. I rushed to the hospital and heard the doctor talking to his parents. I heard the doctor murmuring something like “cancer”, and something about “dying”. And that he needs to rest, take medications, therapies, etc. Everything went blurry I could not hear anything anymore, their voices were slowly diminishing. He was so stubborn in taking the needed therapies. But every cycle ends in many different ways we never expected. Two years after the doctor’s diagnosis I am here standing distant from him. Looking at the crowd crying over this moment as that very same day he held my hand. My hands were now shaking that it felt I could hardly carry my feet further. I was crying myself! Everyone gave their support and smiled before me. I crossed the distance. Everything happened so fast that the next thing I heard was, “I, now, pronounce you husband and wife.” He looked at me and everyone applauded for a kiss.

i swEAr Juicy Jean P. Reyes

Snowflake

The road is set for us to take

MyrrhChant

And every moment is ours to make

The clouds from the earth’s view is sinister enough With those bulky piles of cotton at bay The dust on land caught up the wind To those regal forms, they fly and not stay.

Happiness might share a long travel I swear, you truly are my angel. Keep our memories alive and treasured Here in my heart, it can’t be measured Even when stars would start to fall Now and forever, I would catch them all I swear to him who makes my day I swear I’d love him faithfully To God, for lending him to me Thank you, will always be my way

You, whose bodice was formed by dirt, Were crystallized as you touch hands with Cold Then, ever fleeting together with thousands like you Will fall down again when your homes unfold. Dancing with the wind, your band would go With mesmerizing designs, you would fall as such Enticing the ignorant of your forms, but fools Won’t freeze by just your pirouette of touch. How you felt when you prance in the atmosphere, Was it glee because you were with your friends? Was it grievance because you’d fade away soon When a slight tinge of warmth determines your end? Oh Snowflake, you are indeed curious one Why go and embrace your very own loss? Alas, He gave no chance for another path I’d catch you then when our paths cross.

Young crystal of ice, I hope you faded free of regret For I saw tears in my hands when you collided with Death.

kalipay (PART II sa “KAGAHAPON”:) Juicy Jean P. Reyes

Let’s define “kalipay” Kalipay ang taklob sa nawung nimong gamugtok Nilabay si crush oh, imong mata gapitok-pitok Uy! Makarelate man dayon si ate ug si kuya Relaks diha, dili kini gugma-gugma Diri sa MUST Daghan gayud happy-happy Sa bisan asang dapita Ug bisan unsang kursoha Paboran sa nako akong pinalangga Information Technology, kurso kong mahiwaga Bisan tuod kini uber-uber makasunggo Kaguol o kalipay man, call it “Halu-halo” Didto napud ta part oh Sa atong mga pyutyur inhinyero Ilang kalipay nga kurso Lima ka tuig kumbati, todo-todo Ang kalipay dili mabayran Sa kabatan-onan nga alagaran “Class, keep quiet!” wow, pina-seryos man Si titser naka puhon, magtudlo’g kaayuhan

Ug di sila magpaulahi Sa eksperimentasyon, bongga pirmi Hehe! Tawa nalang ta ani Pambato sa “CAS”, siyensya kayo mo dani! Mao sah kana ang akong sampulan So true gayud diay ang akong nasayran Ang kalipay, dili lang sa gugmagugma Matud pa ni Lola, madagmaan kini sa pag-iskwela.

letters Dili Magpasaba

There is only you in this world, Only you; a precious treasure to hold. As I dreamt upon the starry night; I wonder where you are tonight; Lines and creations were written, Enjoying the smile you’ve given; Now, reminiscing such memories till then. Sadness you tore apart, And you gently hold my heart; Life, now is clear to see, Cause you came and found me; Everything now has its directions, Done doing fake affections; Owing this to an angel, who’ve brought good intentions.

Life, at some point is a matter of twists and turns, of choices and chances, and of risks and sacrifices. We may at times feel as if the odds have never been on our favor, or we may also tend to be scared knowing that we’re too safe and have been out of harm’s way for quite some time. But life is indeed like that, full of mysteries and of uncertainties. For this year’s literary folio, we would like to give it back to the ones who are behind the Trailblazer’s continued effort and service- the students. As we celebrate 30 remarkable years of sharing the vision of love, happiness, and hope, it is but right that you, our beloved readers be a part of it. Looking back to the years that have gone, a mix of emotions and a collection of stories that have been etched through the pages of the publication’s history; holds true that stories we’ve shared are not just merely printed on paper for any fancy purposes, but the stories we had with you tell more about life and all the things that come with it. The folio indeed tells not just simple stories, but of reality and of love that is made visible. As our way of saying thank you, we picked a number of entries to be given much desired recognition for their brilliant work of art. The short stories, essays, poems, and artworks that you’ve made have completely moved us and made us realize that more than being a part of the publication is the greatest joy to feel your unique stories that are represented through the various forms of art you’ve managed to share. A clash of the elements, that’s how we call it. May you feel the heat come rushing down; Feel your hearts freeze, Let the earth embody, And be blown away With the stories you’re about to read. Anyway, these after all, are our stories.!

Randulf A. Agcopra Jr.

MESSAG THE CH

Joshua Ramon C. Copino

Everyday of our lives, such emotions, whatever these are, can be satisfying and or disappointing. The feelings that we usually have, from time to time, will pave way to rocky roads of downloads and tempting sweets of lifeâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s happiness. In this Reflectionsâ&#x20AC;&#x2122; 2013, happiness, angers, sadness and Indifferences, talk a lot about air, fire, water and earth respectively. Indeed, this folio is a collection of the emotions that we have, surely bound into one. LAUGH, for this would make your day, A day that has beauty in bounty. SCREAM, if you feel like the world is running after your patience and ego. It is giving off the negativity in you. GRIEVE, as if youre ever loved pussy has left you. Then wipe that tears away from that blissful eyes. Above all, stay calm. The best way to replenish you sense! Mix your emotions! Clash these elements now!

GE FROM HAIR

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blank dear diary you should have listened excruciatingly missing trapped fear of the past, memories of a nightmare i can pinapangarap pardon me, i plea 19 sunset safe and sound the end trade drop it off scary wilderness manang courage

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“What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.” - Chuck Palahniuk, Damned

BLANK Emmanuela Lague

Alone in a temporal world Mind and heart are collapsing Don’t even know How to survive the uncertainties.

Dear Diary Juicy Jean P. Reyes

Self-pity, jealousy, greed, Laziness and all temptation In the world Always forced to do so

It is Sunday First day of the week Everyone is praying solemnly Yet I see him staring at me

Sleepless nights, seeking love And peace Desperate to be heard Even money can’t buy

The next day is Monday Undoubtedly my heart seems gloomy I feel it freely I feel it painfully

Feeling that is so hard to fathom So difficult to conquer And all you can say is, “I can face all the problems in life, But not this one – emptiness.”

It is then Tuesday I meet him in an alley His eyes has something to say He is awkwardly coming near me Wednesday as the succeeding day And I have nothing to say The feeling that I have for him I wish would vanish along with the rhythm Fifth day is Thursday The petal-laden aisle is ready Fresh flowers are set They’re happy, I bet Friday is on our way I just sit and think deeply What is this I am feeling? It’s always him I am dreaming

Saturday is the most awaited day My heart is dying as I follow their way The couple shares love blissfully Unfortunately, just as the bride’s maid I stay So sad, it’s their wedding day!

Excruciatingly Missing You Should Have Listened Trexy Jemimah Macabasa

Her head in her hands while her body shook Unable to control the damage she took In a corner, she whimpered, bawling her eyes out While he goes unnerved on what her problem’s about He should have those eyes checked, I always say Can’t he see what’s gotten her into dismay? What are they made of? Blocks of wood? This time they’re over – that I understood He spends each night with a different girl While she sleeps alone in her lonely world Still she trusts the bastard and chants “It‘ll be fine” She shouldn’t have suffered had she not been benign She pretends to be blind about the actions of the dope And sticks to him still, she clings to her hope That someday he’ll revert to the man she once loved Not minding the fact that her joy was robbed If he only listened to all this friends pieces of advice If he only paid attention, we’d be seeing her smiles, yet He still kissed temptation now her heart’s hard to mend She smile when she saw you but it’s hard to pretend It’s awful... your loss... if you only listened.

Jessa Krista Cambangay

Excruciatingly Missing How crazy it feels to miss you Even lonesome and tears can’t undo The tears roll down on the pillow Like a glimpse of a splash of a hallow Every night of everyday like this until I see the person I miss Looking out the window Hoping for you to come and show But sadness and tears go bound Because now you see I see around If I could just let this go like a rain Then I’d surely heal the pain Let me feel you Oh, how I wanted to dream about you Holding hands walking to nowhere And embrace you with no fear If only I could let my imagination come true I will make it colorful with all hue Words unsaid, feelings unexpressed All brought me up to this mess Open my eyes and let me see The beauty I used to seek To the banding wind and careless whisper Right into the arms of my lover.

Jason Basiculan Where am I? These were the words I said as I woke up. I could feel the stiffness on my neck and joints as I rose up. It seems like I’ve been asleep for awhile. For what it’s worth, I’m trapped within these four cornered walls. No paint, no details. It appears like an abandoned stock room. As I look up, I saw a ray of light flashing through a small window. Damn, I can’t reach it. I can only raise my hand to the windows direction. Bit by bit, my hands got closer and I felt cold air rushing through my fingers. I immediately stepped backwards and fell to the floor. I tried to compose myself but fear instantly took over me. Still shaken, I got up and observed the room again. I can’t let this fear control me. I went closer to the bed and it seemed to be worn out. Someone must have been using this before, but who? I searched for clues, but the room was too dark to see anything. Instead, I used my hands, feeling every corner of the tattered cloth that’s been laid in front of me. Then I felt that one area of the bed that was damp. It seems like something has been spill led over by accident. I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I tried to smell it. It took me awhile to do it for I was afraid to know the substance, to know the truth. I took a deep breath and grabbed the cloth. I couldn’t smell anything; maybe it was water, maybe it was sweat, but at least it was not something morbid. I tried to stand up, and reached the wall beside me when suddenly, I felt something weird. I couldn’t stand up straight. It felt like I drained all my strength. With no possible option, I lay back to the bed and tried to regain my stamina. Then the door opened. My parents were there. They hugged me and told me that everything was going to be alright. Happy as I was, when I opened my eyes, it turned out to be a dream. I’m still stuck in this stupid room. My frustration escalated. At this point I was more angry than scared. I tapped at the wall, feeling its texture, finding more clues when I felt imperfections on the walls. It felt like they were carved or something with a predominant pattern. As I tried searching other areas, I felt the carved pat-

terns again. What did I get myself into? God help me! Bullets of sweat gushed throughout my body and tears started to fall from my eyes. I couldn’t help but cry. Someone might hear me and realize that I’m awake so I covered my mouth hoping that things would get better. I don’t know how many hours have passed, how long I have been standing in this corner. I looked up again and saw that the light from the window is getting brighter. Hope began filling my heart. Few minutes from now, I might see clearly and help shed light to this torture. As I patiently wait, this mystery is starting to unfold. Darkness turned to light and I was shocked. I couldn’t believe it. The carvings on the wall were human scratch marks with blood stains on them. I became speechless. Paranoia set in and I was trembling in fear. I can only hear my heart beating like drums. The room started to move in circles. With no hope left, I screamed and yelled, “What do you want from me! Get me out of here! Help me! Someone help me! I heard a clunk behind me. The door opened. A large man came over and grabbed me. I struggled to set myself free, kicked his feet and managed to set myself free. Adrenaline started to flow through my veins. With every force I got, I punched him and knocked him on the floor. I quickly ran towards the door. As I got closer, bright light was beaming out. I took a few steps out of the room when I saw an old lady. She gently touched my shoulder and said “It’s gonna be ok”. Her expression was different. It seemed like she felt my pain. I was moved to tears and I hugged her with hesitation. As I cried on her shoulder, I felt pain on my neck, a pain that seemed familiar. I looked to my left and saw a needle. Within seconds I felt numb. I collapsed but I managed to grab her skirt. My eyes got heavy and I couldn’t feel my body. With an ounce of strength left I looked up to her and asked, “Where am I?” She replied, “Don’t worry, it’s gonna be ok.” She walked off and the man brought me back to my room. Gasping for air, I cried and whispered, “Answer me! Please answer me!”As he laid me back to the bed, I saw an inscription on his uniform. It was blurry but I managed to read the last part. At that moment, I knew what was going on. I couldn’t believe that this is happening to me. I stopped resisting and curled back, crying. As he went out of the room and locked the doors, I whispered the words “mental facility”...

Fear of the Past Memories of a Nightmare Renz Osa

Fear of the past Memories of a nightmare Sealed in a person’s mind Afraid to happen again Wind blows furiously Rain pours so hard Memories of the tragedy Stirring the old fear in their hearts

i can -krivin-

How am I suppose to fly? When all I wanted to do is to cry, cry for the day when you left me, how painful it was for me. Where am I suppose to fly? If I only have a black sky,

Not worth remembering The crying and grieving For it is a memory of a nightmare And fear of the past

filled with emptiness and sorrow, thinking you’re not there for my tomorrow. How am I suppose to fly? If my wings are clipped and went dry from waiting for you to come, waiting for you to offer your hand. When will I ever fly? I just couldn’t remember the memories of you and I I don’t have happy thoughts no more because you’re already gone and left me for sure.

Pardon Me, I Plea! Jessa Krista Cambangay

What have I done? I’ve caused pain to someone

PINAPANGARAP Junella Therese B. Espejon

The stupid me who’s so childish Gets everything what I wish But this one I got wasn’t good

Masyado nang marami ang nangyari Hinanakit at poot, hindi na ito pagkukunwari Mga luhang nasayang dahil lamang sa’yo Hindi mapapalitan ng kahit na ano

This heart can feel the throbbing

Pero kahit ang puso ko’y sinaktan mo ng masyado Pagmamahal na nadarama’y hindi kailanman magbabago Sa isip, puso’t maging sa imahinasyon Tayong dalawa pa rin hanggang ngayon

Let’s start all over again

Marahil ikaw at sila ay nagtataka na Kung bakit hanggang ngayon hindi kayang magmahal ng iba Ni tumingin sa iba ay hindi ko magawa Wala nang mas hihigit pa sa’yo, aking sinta Sana’y dumating ang araw na tayo na lang ulit Masasayang alaala’y ating ibalik Sa paglipas ng panahon pagmamahal ko’y hindi kukupas Mga labi ko at yakap, ikaw pa rin ang pinapangarap

mood I’m sorry as I plea Let’s have some coffee or tea And maybe have more love to gain I want to go back to the place where I live In you arms as I hid The comfort and security Is what I feel in you through eternity...

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Christine Joy C. Baang,

It was such a calm peaceful afternoon as I sat beside a window. Feeling empty, I enjoyed myself looking outside… seeing the leaves fall from trees, the serene picture of the world I haven’t seen the past year. My mom handed me an old newspaper, dated August of the previous year. There was something in her eyes as she looked at me; pity I guess. There was something written in the headlines about two people who met a horrible accident. It seemed to me that she was about to cry when she held my hand. Feeling the grief and despair I’m in… I knew she, too, is suffering. I had a terrible accident, they said, about a year ago and I was in a state of coma. My family had nearly given up on me but still hoped I would come back. And I really did, fortunately. This all felt like I have been given a second chance by God to live my life anew. My memories weren’t really that bad that I would forget everything but still it was kind of vague. What I had forgotten was the reason I got into that total misfortune. Even when I had fallen in a deep slumber for such a long time, it never rotted away my memories of him. Yes, him… the person I had ever loved all this time. As I slept, I dreamt about it all. Flashing like a movie and like reading a book for the second time around… it seemed I was living it again. Just like any other love story you’ve heard, we started as friends and never really thought to end up into something more than that. Though I was the bitter kind of girl – I believed in “all eventually ends” – I thought to myself why not give it a try? Maybe out of fear of disappointment, I don’t want to expect anything stupid such as us lasting. Enjoy the moment while it’s there and have no regrets. Then, we had forsaken being friends on the 19th of the month. You see, that guy really caught my attention… that guy who would seldom say he loves me, but when he already do, it sounds the sweet-

est thing ever... that guy who would say he misses me a lot then take it back if I wouldn’t say I am too… that guy who would purposely get on my nerves but then holds my hand when I’m already mad. He was one of those few people who only looks me in the eye but can tell if I was really fine. We do like betting and having the loser do some silly consequences to suffer from. What’s funny is, I never won, not even once. What a wonderful memory to reminisce, isn’t it? We are a couple who act like friends, and that’s the best thing about us. You know what it’s like, when you’ve found a true friend and a special someone at the same time and on the same person? It just suited my personality perfectly. He and I like to travel together every now and then; it would always be the moments I would like to relive again and again if given a chance to. We were happy, though there were small things we would fight over, everything stayed well. Mom was about to leave the room but I held her hand and looked at her with eyes full of unexplainable and unfathomable sorrow. She must’ve understood because she embraced me tightly. I was falling apart, deeply wounded inside. I lost him. No matter how hard I may cry my voice would never reach him anymore. “It’s not your fault my dear” she said, but I knew it was mine. “ Let it go, don’t blame yourself for what happened to him” she added, but then again, it was only I to be blamed and no one else. For long, I cried on her shoulders. Today was the 19th of the month… a day of our start way back years ago. “It’s going to be okay” Mom said trying to comfort me. “No, it won’t… because he’s never coming back” I said in a loud voice. Then, out of nowhere a familiar voice startled me saying “I was never gone… It was you whom I thought were not coming back.” Surprised and unable to grasp what was going on, he just stood there with a silly smile on his face, red roses in his hand. “Happy Anniversary and Welcome Back” he whispered. I smiled back and thought how stupid I was for getting the wrong idea. A new start but we never really ended, you think? Hmmm… should I give myself the chance to believe on things that lasts? Why not?

Sunset John Cris M. Ebabacol

Turn down the lights Let the wind blow me away

Safe and sound

For now that you’re out of sight

Roshelle Novie L. Cabrido

I wouldn’t want to live another day.

It’s a perfect love story and a perfect melancholy, Unending grasp of love, devotion and eternity, Ceasing heroic tune of solitude and memory, I’m finally safe from that chaotic destiny.

Turn down the bed Let the darkness swallow my heart For now there’s no more tear I can shed I wouldn’t want to play this part. Turn back time Let there be light For now let me live like a mime I wouldn’t want to hold on tight.

You’re part of my bucket list every now and then, Keeping you as my amulet and treasure you as my shell, Am I the missing Juliet and are you my ever loving Romeo? Or are you the prince of my dreams that I ever longed for? But that sarcastic evening of pale and exasperation, Mr. Anger arrived and ruined the emotion, Despair made me left behind Goodbye my sweet sound of lullaby. The spirit of passion, love and delight, Was twanged with the antagonism shadow of wrath, Set free without me my dear Mr. Happiness, You can now sleep safe and sound.

TRADE PDT

The End Irene Joy B. Dayo

Once upon a time, I created a love story Where there was only you and me In a pretty castle, we two lived You were the prince and I was your princess. We were so happy and tough Problems were just easy for us, we could laugh We vowed that we will be together Until the last chapter we called forever. You promised me that soon we will tie the knot I thought it was true but it was not You told me that we will build our kingdom But you just ate your words like a burger with ham.

He met her, she ignored him She noticed him, he found another Who says life is unfair? When everybody has his own despair He had the money, she had the love He had the love, she needed the money Love is immaterial; the more you give it away The more it becomes a part of you. He got her pregnant, she bared the pain He left his family, she had nothing to gain Everything went as it may Karma will do its way. Every decision had its cause Every cause had its purpose In every action that we made There will be an equal trade.

It was unknown to me That a witch came and intervened our happy story She cursed you and made you bad You then hurt me and I cried so hard. I thought the “happily ever after” is for us. But now, our “once upon a time” has to end Like a usual make-believe fairytale Where the last part has always “the end”.

DROP IT OFF Jay Miguel M. Alacha

What pushes a tear to fall? How heavy is a single drop that we cannot afford to hold it, that it rolls down our cheeks and leads to a total break down? A tear speaks an emotion that we want to express that words fail to do so. Itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s more than a drop of liquid that is running down our countenance. It is composed of feelings at its peak, waiting to burst out at that exact moment, pushed not by an external force but by an internal force of great and uncontainable sentiments. Often times we try to hold on those precious droplets because we want to hide the genuine emotions and try to appear as strong as we can. But the truth is we are humans, existing in a place where gravity is present, that everything covered is pulled down so as to reveal the reality of all these things. There is nothing wrong with getting hurt and savoring pain. Emotions are in us, itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s not out of us. Thus, what is in us is the one that pushes that single drop to roll down. But as it rolls down, something happens inside us, walls of self-seclusion are also breaking apart. For as we shed those valued beads of tears, we are letting the whole world know that something in us is too heavy to bear that we cannot contain it anymore, so we let it go and let it run down our face. As those drops of liquid make their way on our cheeks, we feel the weight, and it is heavier than we thought, that even the strongest man alive cannot bear the weight of those light beads of tears. For a single drop of tear carries the heaviest burden that no man can bear, a burden that is impregnated with the strongest emotions of every human being. As human as we are, made up of spirit, soul, and flesh, there is no way out of hiding or holding on. Let those droplets of precious liquid run down, for there is no point of blocking a powerful force and holding a single tear to fall with gravity at our opposite. For in shedding some, it is becoming a burdensome. Let if off and DROP IT OFF.

ScaryIrene Wilderness Joy Dayo

Have you ever experienced being alone? Like you’re in an isle where there is no one to talk to and to share your problem with? It’s really miserable, right? I, for one, felt that too. It is similar to being sealed in the box, so helpless to see light through the darkness, so hopeless to seek help through the loneliness and so suffocated to gasp even a single breath. In my four-year stay in college, I learned a lot of things from several painful and tough experiences. And honest to say, most of those painful and tough experiences that I am talking about emit from the times where I was alone. I have experienced tough things alone that are really unendurable. Have you been in that place where ytou are out of solution and wherever you go, you will just end up crying? If you try to ask me, I would say I’ve been there. I’ve been so alone that I even cannot turn to my parents. These people are the only ones I would turn to when my darkest hours arrived, but that time I could not because I know they cannot solve it too. There were times that I was just so clueless of solutions and I was so alone. Cheerless to say, the pain was endless. At times, I am really coward, sensitive and so tactless that hating myself is all I could do. There are also times that insecurity enveloped me, that when I’m alone, it would eat me. That’s why I really hate to be alone but maybe, no one can’t help being one. When I am alone, there are various thoughts that actually popped up inside of me. I once thought negative things that hurt me a lot like being a disappointment to all people around me. It might be because I can feel it at times that they do not like me and no one loves me, that I’m alone. Everytime I think I am a disappointment, I would ask “why would I care?” It’s so painful to fight so hard when you know you can’t do it. It’s so hard when you live to the people’s expectations. There was this one time that I was watching the season three of The Vampire Diaries, a famous American television show. Then, Elena (lead female character) asked Damon (one of the male lead characters) on why wouldn’t he show how good he is to other people? Damon then answered “When people see you’re good, they will expect and I don’t want to live to anyone’s expectations.” True enough, when people see your goodness, they will start to expect more from you and that’s the sad and hard part of it. Believe me or not, I experienced that a lot of times. I really longed to experience those moments where I could be myself, free from expectations and assumptions of other people, where I could move freely and where I could say “I’m happy”. I want to experience the times when no one would care about my flaws, like I could say “Oh, why would you bother if I’m late in class?” Sometimes, I wonder if what it feels like an ordinary student, an ordinary girl whose grade is just a mere problem, an ordinary girl who is just simply happy. Being alone may mean sadness, longing, a lot of agony to think about or perhaps, it may mean pain. Yet, we cannot also hide the fact that it is when we are alone where we find ourselves, we come up right decisions for ourselves and we perceive realizations. There this one time that someone broke my heart and I was left with the broken pieces. The pain is like an injection which gives an unbearable pain while taking something that is part of you. I once felt a heartbreak and I moved forward, alone. In that pain and in that loneliness, I learned my lesson.

Elemental love walk, fly, sail rich, poor the cry of the heartbroken as we know it chase me on forever, love senescence the writer panginabuhi my bestfriend everyone's disturbing emotion kiss from a rose pale beauty

“Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life’s goal.” -A. Saleh

Elemental Love hataki_viruz

If love is like water Peaceful as it goes deeper Showing life’s wonder That makes you ponder.

Walk, Fly, Sail If love is like an air

Jay Miguel M. Alacha

You can find it anywhere

We will walk in journey

But you must be aware

Of wonderful dreams and visions.

‘Cause true love is rare.

And I will slowly turn them all to reality,

If love is like an earth

as both of us are surrounded with

You know it’s just beneath

great solemnity.

Taking away your breath As it moves to make a rapid heartbeat. If love is like a fire It chooses someone to inspire And hastens his desire Tickling someone to inspire

We will fly to a place where we see views of you and I. A place where I can invade your space as I relentlessly touch your beautiful face. We will sail in a memorable voyage bathed with countless memories. And we will write them all in a page Of life’s greatest travel in the most unforgettable time of age.

Rich, Poor Roshelle Novie L. Cabrido

I am rich. My pocket is thick with bills I can buy expensive cabanas Go shopping and buy branded clothes Eat more than three times a day Drive leisurely and luxuriously Travel and tour abroad Live in a mansion or stay in a five-star hotel Wear dazzling and stunning diamonds and gold jewelry Sleep in a comfortable bed But now I’m here in the hospital Bedridden, sick No shopping, no right-outs No relatives, no friends In times of happiness, you are with me. Now, where are you? Come, I’m rich. Am I really rich? I am poor. I only have a coin in my purse. I can only afford bargained T-shirt Eat at most three times a day Drive a jeepney to feed my hungry family Live in a small hut with my happy family I strive for my needs to feed my

children. Go to church on Sundays I am happy and free. Loved by my friends and my family Now, I’m here in my house, Celebrating my birthday with a bowl of pancit. In times of difficulty, they are with me. I am poor. Am I really poor?

The Cry of the Heartbroken hataki_viruz

I never thought I’d fall on you You just took my heart out of the blue My life you made new This feeling seems so true But we’re not each other’s destiny From those words you said that day And now I’ve been astray Hoping for new light each day How dare you broke my heart away Without a hint to make it okay

Know It As We Know FN Cinco

The life that the people live in is full of complexities. Although these intricacies are what makes the very existence of each human being interesting, it is unconsciously unavoidable that a certain person might live in a boring, standardized, and deceptive society. People are so focused on what is acceptable, “good”, and just. The mistakes are then classified as trash in the eyes of the “upright” people. Yes, it is right to be good. Yes, it is wrong to be bad. But think about it: is it fair? Is it justifiable to the people who unintentionally made a mistake? Who are you to judge them? Who are you to give certain rules? Who are you to trick them with that stuff? Why won’t you stop pretending that you are perfect? Why are you blinded by these norms? Life is a stage, darling! The logical answer would be like, “So there could be order in things.” Yes, that is important also, but the main point, again, is why we don’t give chances. Still, one may say that each person deserves it, but we must always remember that chances are fragile. Once chances are given, one could never gain it back once it breaks one’s trust and expectations. Maybe, for that matter, norms do matter. It could hold a society together even in the brink of downfall and in the art of deception. That’s why be extra careful with chances and opportunities. People are so busy eyeing other people to make the next false move. Ah, deception. Be extra careful with people who take advantage of you. These people are certainly cruel and they won’t hold back once they already find something valuable. Be extra careful with people who are too smart with their tongues. It is really up to you if you will let yourself be convinced with their statements but please do not forget that you are free to think for your own, too. Decide on what makes you happy even if it might result to saying painful goodbyes or disappointing other people. They don’t run your life. You do. Nevertheless, consider the mistakes we have committed and are yet to commit. It is the inescapable constant of life. These are not trash, but experiences. People learn from it to better their future. The old will then give advice to the meek and young in this progressive yet distressed world. Welcome to the “world” of this world. If you don’t know how to handle it, then you are a loser.

Chase Me on Forever, Love Alyssa Rikka C. Clenuar

The land I am standing on is my car that steers me into my dreams. It allows me to hunt each of them down and feed on my hopes at the same time. I rape, if that is the appropriate word, with or without consent, everything on earth whether inanimate or animate. Funny, but true. The world is my playground which I share with everyone. I own this and it doesn’t have a title; I wouldn’t permit one. I am free to run on the sands of the beaches of the Virgin Islands, to trek to reach the Cristo Redentor of Rio de Janeiro, to play with the doves in San Marco Square of Italy, to surf on the roaring tides of Hawaii, and other activities one can do such. Truly, God gave the greatest thing on earth to me – freedom. Independence of what you want to do; freedom should be defined that way and not on the mind-set of the society and bounded by the laws of the land where it has limitations. True, everything has their restrictions, but I beg to disagree when we converse on the liberty of a human being. One can speak either in a blunt or a dull way without others frowning upon it. If he utters in a way that nobody can understand and should be laughed at, don’t discriminate him. One can fuel his balls to stand up to what he believes in without anyone telling him it’s wrong. If he believes that Obama is the Supreme Being and no other gods, allow him. No other creature may be able to behest you because you have your own way of thinking that does not follow any trend. It’s like telling a person not to breathe. We celebrate birthdays because age doesn’t restrict us from getting old. We meet our lovers for destiny allows us to. We go to school because we believe a successful and educated man has to pass through schooling. We think from a range of critical to inaccurate because our mind can sometimes be on its peak either way. We hate politicians, teachers, classmates, and siblings because we have that tickling madness sometimes. We post status messages on Facebook or randomly tweet on Twitter just about anything because we can be oftentimes fickle and childish. Sometimes, when we go a little mad, we often say words that are very inappropriate, for we are humans whose emotions are easily stirred.

All of these are because freedom permits us to do such things.

You live on what you believe.

My Bestfriend My Bestfriend “If love is for real, it will change you into someone you never thought you’ll become.” He’s a perfect catch- cute, smart, gentleman. He’s got everything. He’s the dream of every girl in the campus, but sadly he’s a she. Ron Saavedra, third year Mass Communications student, my best friend. I’m ashamed to admit but I’m one of those girls who wish him to be a real man. Foolish it might be but I do have a crush on my best friend though we both like men. Ron and I are friends for almost one year now. We don’t keep secrets from each other. I know everything about him, from the root of his hairs up to the tip of his fingernails. Our friendship was in real good terms, until Kian came. Kian is one of my suitors. Among them I like Kian the most. However, Ron doesn’t like him for me. I always ask him why but he just won’t give me a proper answer. For one month I’ve been asking him to give Kian a chance ‘cause I already planned to accept him, but he’ll just give me a blank stare and walk away. “Ron, why don’t you like Kian for me? Maybe you like him too that’s why you don’t want me to accept him.” I asked him mockingly. But instead of answering me, he just stared into my eyes. In that moment, I felt something is burning inside me. I don’t understand why but I have never seen that look from him before. From that day on, Ron closed off his communications with me and it bothered me much ‘because I felt guilty with what I did. It’s been almost one month since Ron treated me like this. I feel like I lost half of my being.

After a month and a half, while walking in one of the school’s corridor, I accidentally bump into someone. I didn’t notice his face but his voice is familiar as he said sorry. But it can’t be, that voice is too masculine. I looked back to see who it was. I saw a familiar figure. My heart beats faster, but my mind is saying that it’s not Ron. The one I bumped into was a straight guy. It can’t be him, so I walked back with disappointment. Later that day, I received a text message from Ron’s friend. “Hey Kira, Ron wants to see you tonight, 8pm at the open field.” My heart beats fast again, faster than ever. I don’t know the exact reason why, all I know is that I’m excited to see him again. My class ended at 7:45 in the evening so I immediately went to the open field. When I was half-way to the rendezvous, I feel a sudden shift of the ambiance. While I was walking, I can hear the song Lucky of Jason Mraz playing. As I went nearer, I saw the same figure I bumped in that morning. I thought I was in the wrong place. As I was about to leave… “Kira!” it’s the same voice. How does he know my name, and the way he calls me, who is this guy. When I faced the mysterious man, I saw a complete resemblance of my best friend Ron. I looked at him straight to the eyes. It was the same eyes I saw one and a half month ago. “Ron, what happened to you? Why are you acting so manly?”, instead of answering me, he kissed me on my forehead. His kiss makes me feel like I’m on flame. I looked at him with a puzzled look. “Kira, I know it’s hard to understand what’s happening but there’s one thing I want to tell you. I love you. It’s hard to believe but it’s true. You changed me. The day you asked me if I like Kian is the day I realized that it’s you I love and not him. That’s why I don’t want you to accept him. I want to forget who I was and face the future with you.” Ron’s words leave me speechless.

Senescence Kevin Ray Albert Dajan

How I wish I could bring back the good old days Those teenage years and childhood plays, How I wish time won’t pass away I badly need those moments to stay Now that I’ve grown old and here comes the dawn I’ll be missing all those years that are gone, And how I wish I could turn back the time It’s impossible, it would be a crime. I guess I have to face the reality That all won’t stay young for eternity; Even the trees lose their leaves when they get old, Sp as the stars that turn black and cold Growing old isn’t that bad after all It’s just like learning to rise each time you take a fall, Like it’s a new world that I’ll have to face A new beginning of this life’s unending pace

The Writer MyrrhChant

His outward guise may fool you be An elder, shaking from his toes With hairs of white, and wrinkled skin Inside those dusty, baggy clothes But what’s inside him makes him more Than just an old man in the street His mind sees things that no one else does He perceives more than what our eyes meet A child, for one, transforms into A mayor’s past within his sight Then, he picks his paper and his pen Initiating magic as he writes He recoils memories as paragraphs go Turning them to newer tales Creating a new world inside those sheets Each story is revealed as his pen leaves trails Hitting two birds in a single shot, He makes a living with the gift he adores And when given the chance, he’d write to the world ‘Bout how thankful he is; how he can’t ask for more.

First thanks to my mother dear and father dear for the endless love, 24/7. To my mama ding and lola, my closest cousins, my whole fam and friends from A-Z, BIG HUGS!

TY also to my BFFs who never failed to listen to my melodramatic lifestory: paolette,vianney,katrine,pring,v anessa,yessah; to my long live wansikat amigas: charish,brendalou,hope,tinang,kath,princess,lionel,aiko. To my thesismates: shiela,tina,rhiza,jakjak. To marie ann, gee and all TCM seniors, MU-MARCHA NA JUD TAH! To ma’am angela noot, I love you, ma’am. To 4-G,SUTCMS,SCAS,TCM and CAS Department,ma’am anj,sir ramir,sir pagon,ma’am rosal, salamat! To The Trailblazer family *trail BEACHES and weirdo group*, you will ALWAYS AND FOREVER be part of me. Pagbutihan n’yo! To ma’am maris, thank you for taking care of me, ma’am. Xoxo. ♥ To yellow baller, I’ll pray for your happiness ‘til CHAPTER FOREVER. aisheteru, GOODBYE! ∞ To you, thank you. c u in the future. ♥ RENG-RENG loves you all. ‘Til the next blog. Kudos to the graduating! \m/ *hilak ang peg. haaha* - irreplaceable_justforirene.tumblr.com -

Like the theme suggests, this school year’s been a rollercoaster-ride-of-emotions for me, and I expect another rollercoaster ride this 2013(pwede japun SeaDragon nalang imbes rollercoaster!=D). At this point, I would like to thank my sponsors(ahem!=D) : - The Almighty; walay makalabaw sa imu...a big THANKS for everything! - Lahat ng Kapatid sa Iglesia ni Cristo; kapit lang, mga igsoon...hapit najud! Anyways, onward to 2014! - Papang,Mamang,and the rest; 4 the Lab-en-Sooport! love u all so much! - Thrill-blazer(heheheh!); 4 my notepads,playlists,and all-the-other-things-money-can’t-buy! - Bestfriends,close friends,classmates,teachers, and the in-betweens; DANGHAG salamat!=D - Kay MichaelCrichton,RickRiordan,JKRowling,BobOng,ManixAbrera,KaJo&Budjette,etc.; TY! - Kay Gloc9,RyanHiga,D-Trix,SamTsui,IanEastwood,BryanPuspos,LandoWilkins,etc.; TY also! - Kay Inspiration(ahe-ahem!!!XD); kung nasa’n ka man, kahit text man lang!=D (pangau.akangkhaiaqngnyunumbah...eheheheh!) - Ug sa TananNagbasaAningReflections’2013Karon; MARAMING,MARAMING SALAMAT! =D Oops, hapit na mag.150 words. G2G,guys! C.u.wen.I.c.u! =D - akosiePoi/ePoi_2014 -

SALAMUCH is all that I can say to my Sponsors, haha! Bitaw, :t-D t<3To PEREZ&REYES FAMILY – for the every day Lab en ker.. Papa.Efren, Mama.Lyn, Kuya and Sis.Michelle .. I owe you my exo.face and thank you for being my strength and everything..sa kanunay LOVEyou.I <3 <3 To THE TRAILBLAZER femeeli- for a never-ending support and a worthwhile stay.. <3To BSIT-Rawr fRENZfries (kaRenGuibone-AldeSabido(aka2012)-VinceMendtiola-PaulGuingguing-athanLaput-BertwinRomero) - Madams (kaRRenJalog, BabingRivera, LeaBerigay, KristalBatino, & SusiAque).. IT3R2 (cla Joana, chris, pearl, ronnel,ronnie,harry,maike,joy,simon,j.bolos,sam,..marami pang iba =),IT3R143 IT4thyr (kay CecilleMantos nga pina.request.ug sa.iya.mga.batos..haha!) Thanks.Many! <3To my special ka.berks (criszellamartirez(myPangoy), HS-batch-Lumbians’07, Jasper(m8), Manoy(bespren), Cousins) sa wala na.mention, agay..kaluoy.HAHAHA! bitaw friends, LabyUuu! =D <3To my 3n1, (brother, bestfriend, boyee) Khen Naps, Salamuach.for.the.wonderful.days, for.the. L-O-V-E, & for understanding ur maldita <3 5254.. ICH LIEBE DICH <3! Hehe.rot ^_^ TO MY ONE AND ONLY, Papa Jesus, I OWE YOU MY LIFE AND THESE PEOPLE THAT I HAVE. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!! =) - juicyjeanperezreyes -

I would like thank my sponsors Nike, Adidas, Puma, Penshoppe, Bench and Belo hehe joke. And for the 4th time I would to thank everyone especially to my family to my Mama, Papa mga Ate and Kuya to my friends TCM seniors and to the people who inspired me to be better and to God who has given me so many blessings this year you ROCK!!! To my special girl ARIG you were the best thing for me you’re so sweet and special thank you for everything.ILY:* - boikaging9 -

To God: thank you so much for giving them to me; My Family, friends and all those people i have met along the way. I am also grateful and thankful for giving her to me. Thank you for everything! To my Beloved Family: Thank you so much for the Unrelenting love you’ve gave to me. I’m so blessed for having you guyz in my life. Thankx a lot!! I LOVE YOU MOM!! To my Acolithus Family: Guyz, thx sa tanan2x ha..hope to c u ol soon.. “One’s an ACOLYTE, Forever will be an ACOLYTE”. To My Special One: BOM thank you so much for the unconditional love you’ve gave to me, for all the support and understanding. Thankx a lot!! I LOVE YOU BOMMY KO! AJAH RaVeN!! ..-xx*=“RaVeN_BoM_23”=*xx-..

GOD knows the people I would like to thank, the people I pray for all the time who made me who I am today, I couldn’t imagine life without all of you being a part of it. My utmost thanks to my family and my “acclaimed” families also (medyo daghan daghan mo), always know that all my love goes out to all of you. To my TCM family, who never fails to inspire me, especially to ma’am Anj who made me realize a lot of things, thank you for everything. To strangers who turned out to be my good friends,thank you for sharing your smiles and laughs with me. And “but of course” ers! To my TRAIL family, my GOD! ambot ninyo! haha!, kabalo namo kung unsa tamo ka love. I wouldn’t want to give out names, you know who you all are and how much I love all of you. Ug ikaw, haha! salamat sa tanan, we may not be “officially” together pero - NhoJoshie ♥ you all! -

Hi Otakus! Welcome to my arena. Welcome to my safe and sound life. 1st of… arigatou gozaimasu to my BS TCM friends and classmates. From 1k5(slights), 1k6, 2k2 beloved (gangnam style) and to my current circle of folks 2k4. Esp. to 2k2 for d’ 18 roses and d’ successful play of Gumikan sa Bugas. MSAO, YABS, to my highschool kakilalaz, salamat. 2nd of… thank you to my Trailblazer family. For my 2nd year in trail, I learned na… wala ;)(CEBU !) for the fuds? D’ aircon?.. to Ma’am Sy as well, thank you. 3rd of… gracias to my cousins, aunts, uncles esp. to Cabrido, Valdez, Gamayon, Kiunisala and Lim family for the preparation during my 18th bday. Salamat for being w/ me evrytym I need U. 4th of... to my mama & papa , To my manghud(s) Rap, Jun, Plong thank you so much. U are my all next to God. To my lola in heaven, Wo Ai Ni.. 5th of… to My Angel, My Savior, My listener, My Provider, My Friend, God. I owe this beautiful life to you. ~May d Odds be ever in ur favor. jeez ~ ~Sayonara~ - NovienBem -

Salamat sa akong Ginoo. Salamat sa akong amahan,inahan,magulang ug manghod,mga iya-an ug uyo-an ,mga ka-igagawan ug kaparentehan. Salamat sa akong ikaduhang pamilya, TLRCFWC, BRIDGES (cheerlyn,wang,dui,vel,rr,t’ lourdie, t’ chel,boy,r ald,janrey,pol,dar,den,tin,pril,nel,jing,karen ug sa mga uban pang mga manghod ug magulang), accountability partners ug sa mga inahan ug amahan sa mga kabatan-onan. Salamat TRAILBLAZER, ma’am maris,ed. board and staff. Salamat sa akong mga batos sa eskwelahan sukad pa sa sinugdanan: ece4A&B, ug hangtod karon: rob,aljohn,almar,haidee,kar,kenny p., sa tanan EMT3P2, EMT2P1, sa mga naclassmate nako sa uban kurso,salamat pud sa among chairman sa DEMT, sir salvaña ug sa mga instructors nako sa EMT. Salamat pud sa imo nga nagbasa ni-ani nga folio. God bless you! Phil. 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. BLESS GOD! #jarbreaker - missionNiJayMiguelAlacha -

Thanks everyone for reading the folio - khai -

From the inner part of the veins inside my heart, I would like to thank everyone… For all the love, understanding, support and most of all for my greatest motivator-MY ALLOWANCE: Espejon-Bullecer-Valdevilla Family For all the learning, bonding and TRYING moments: Trailmates a.k.a BEACH-ers! Hugs! For all the help, learning, happiness and moments of truth: SPAnians, Frienemy B (whom I truly missed!), SpEd 1x1-3x4 and in betweens, teach-ERS! And MUSTeans For all the FUN and LAUGHTERS: DCALL For the WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT, SERMONS and CONCERN: Good Looking Beast, Sir Ravin, Miss Lelia, Ma’am Bern, and my mama’s Mom For all the pain, joy, support and comfort: Miss J- Precious Jula missed you a lot! For loving me like how I wanted to be loved and for making me feel like I’m the one <char!>: Manang Kitkat <3 For everything(daghan na kung i-enumerate): Salamat, Day ( Mama Bibing diay) I sooooo LOVE YOU jud! And for giving me all these: Almighty Father, I am nothing without you  - Precious Day Jula -

Mah, pah, tian, kuya, salamat sa pagpalangga, pagsabut, sa supporta, ug sa inspiration.. labyo!^^ Mug, phone, dictionary, silence, sandman, utok, kasing-kasing, salamat sa mnkcjgjyaefatdsxhavjxt.. Batibotz, salamat sa mga kabuang, sa trust, and for just sticking around sa mga gilabay na katuigan.. Yfc, salamat for being my family, for making me travel to places, sa pagpabusog sq spiritually, ^^ Wancee, salamat sa mga hagik-ik, mga trip, ug sa tanang masking tape nga nahatag ninyo.. Trail, salamat sa paghatag skug higayun nga magpasalamat, haha.. Sa wala na.mention, salamat sad sa.. ahmm.. GODbless2x.. Lord, salamat sa kusog, sa freedom, sa kinabuhi kadaadlaw, sa gifts of talent (?), sa higayun mka.skwela, Sa smiles and challenges kinabuhi, and for allowing me to meet these people.. salamat sa tanan.. - Salutes, ALi -

I would like to express my gratitude to everyone around me who makes my life worth living: God, my family, ECE 4, DOTA boys, Go girls, Team Boss Grill and Domo. - F.S.LewL -

I wanna extend my heartfelt thanks to the following: My parents and family for the support (rooots!!), sa ako BS-Chem family.. hehe and of course kay God.. If not because of Him, dilikokasulatanikaron.. Special thanks kay Aljury and Mary Grace for the support during saaku application.. (harhar lng.. hihi) Lastly, sa Trailblazer Team, thanks for accepting me sainyong team.. hehe (samganalimtan.. sasunodnlng.. hihihi but thankful jpn ku san.u) God Bless guys.. >>hataki_viruz<<

To GOD be the Glory!! First of all, I would like to give THANKS to our Almighty GOD for showering me blessings in my life. Second, to my Trailblazer family for accepting me and giving me this awesome opportunity to showcase my talent and knowledge in this particular field. Third, to my Mama who always supports me no matter what I do, to my beloved Father, to my sweetest niece, En-en. Lastly, to my Circulo de Entablado family, to my bes Hannah, satatlongitlog namely; Hector, Judy and Sunny, to my ARCu family, to my Lang Krisha, to Pads Rommel and MadsNeslyn (next fiesta and b-days ha? E-invite japnko, LoL), to Pre Ren-ren, Sir Dave and most of all to Dr. Glenn Reyes. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. I wouldn’t be here without you guys. Love lots to you all!! Mmmmuuuaaaahhh!!! - krivin Una sa tanan, gusto nako ipadayag ako nag uros2x na gibati na kinutlo gikan sa kinalawman sa akong kasingkasing... gibati para kaninyo ... : D System.out.println(“Thank you God sa blessings na emo gihatag kanaku O: ) “); Weeeee!!.. Sa akong pamilya labi na kai Mama ug Papa.... Salamat sa baon na inyo ginahatag.. na ako rpung igasto pangDOTA .. HAHAHA!.. ( Jowk rah bitaw!! ..) di bitaw .. salamat guyz.. Hehehehe.. Rowww : ) Kai Ate Aiko ug “Johanna Ericka“ ECE na siya!!.. ( sus!! .. pa special mention pjud.. x) )  salamat.. sa support.. diay? .. :D Ug sa akong maidlut, magahi ug matarung na mga “FANS” (HAHAHA.. atik ra) sa BSIT – 3R2 .. long legs .. :X long live diay :D Ug sa mga nukus na naglutawlutaw sa R2 ... Midel, Riche, Irwen, Janu, Gandhi!!!.. isa ra ako masulti “Matteo” tol HAHAHA!!!.. sa tanan .. ( too many to mention ) .. long lib .. God Bless!! Salamat pud sa Trailblazer Family sa pag dawat sa ako.. Hehehe.. Thank You ... Hari Got Two : ) Cam Sum Need Ahhhh.. Yeahhh!! : )) - [Z] [N] Yongtoyz [E] [R] -

As I am still a newbie in the TrailBlazer team, I would like to thank those people who supported me on these endeavors. First, I thank God and my family for being there for me. I want to extend my thanks to my D’Moirunes, my beloved TCM 1k4, Batch Apocalypse, friends not mentioned, and my Trail family. You are part of why I came this far, and I really feel blessed for it. You may ask yourself since when were you able to help me, but you each played a part and gave a reason for me to be here. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I send all my love to you, dear reader, too! God bless you ;) -Trexy Jemimah B. Macabasa (MyrrhChant)

Thank you, The Trailblazer!

- icylle & quennie -

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