The Toughest, yet the best year

                In every year, there have been new challenges that we face every now and then. Some might be easy, some might be tough, yet we still need to conquer them all. This year, our 3^rd year days, have not been an exception.

                Every now and then, we ask ourselves what we were doing. Sometimes, we don’t have a clue on what we should have done, or what we should never do but how could we learn and take a step forward if we would be hindered by different possibilities? By chances? How could we learn if we’re afraid to try? How could we improve if we would just sit back and don’t do anything? There’s no way around, and that’s what have been thought.

                Being spoon-fed by teachers is just like inability to move themselves. If us, students, couldn’t learn alone, then, we wouldn’t learn how to be better people that could help our society. Spoon-feeding is the total opposite of our classes, especially in English. They teach us, yet we learn ourselves. Even if they leave us, we know what to do.

              Everything has basically changed because of this year and this year’s teachers. It’s not that I wanted to compare them but you could definitely see the difference in diligence, generally.

                Before, English was just like a burden for me. It was some sort of additional projects, additional one hour of classes, since elementary. It’s not that I hated English, it’s just that I can’t find myself liking, nevertheless loving, the subject. But everything has changed right now.

                I have learned a lot of things, and most would be treasured. I have experienced a lot of hardships and surpassed them all. Most of the things were enjoyed, even though they should be worked hard for. This third year, especially English III, is one of the best, if not the best, is one of the best I’ve ever experienced.

                Memories would last forever and English III had given me a lot. Those speech activities that took the efforts of our group were so memorable. The jazz chant, the recital of the Passionate Shepherd to his Love and the Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, the conventional speech choir and the individual recital of the oration, were all done. It took effort, but of course, all of those weren’t wasted.

                Memories would last and would be cherished forever, just like how English III, especially Ma’am May, would be in my heart. All the lessons taught, either intellectually, emotionally, or morally, would be kept inside my mind, and of course, my mind. 

Sincere Sorry

006A Sta. Cruz St. 

Tanza, Cavite

February 10, 2014

Dear Mama, 

          Ma, I know that I have done bad deeds against other people, most especially you, but I hope that you could forgive me. Sorry for all those mistakes that I have done and I hope that all of those would be cleared out. You have done too much, yet I couldn't even reciprocate even just a few. I hope that you understand my sudden mood changes because of tiredness but I also know I couldn't use that as an excuse. I hope that you wouldn't get that mad at me everytime those happens but being rude whenever I'm in a bad mood is almost automatic for me. Sorry. 

         Everytime we would have an argument, I always end up in the losing side and get annoyed. Sorry for that and I hope that we would have less arguments in the future. I don't want a big fight to come and bother our family, especially if the cause would be me.

     Everytime I'm untouchable and unapproachable, I hope you could bear with me. Sometimes, automatically, I get mad when I'm interrupted while doing my works and unconsciously bother you. Sorry for that. 

        You have made enough sacrifices. I don't want you to do more tough things. You deserve a rest. Again, I'm truly sorry. 

Terribly sorry,

James

Am I just an ordinary guy? Good thing, I’m not.

      I was an ordinary guy. I never knew what made me special. I was just a guy who transferred to a different school when I wasn’t mature enough. I was stuttering for every single word I said since I wasn’t even familiar with that environment. 

        I reacted just like any other person would have. 

       I studied lessons whenever I needed to. I had done everything just like any other person would have done. I didn’t even have confidence. I didn’t even have a talent or a subject, a thing where I would excel at, before. 

       I saw other people and I saw my characteristics at them. I’m at a point in my life when I’m too low, even in a point when I didn’t even trust myself. 

       I’m not fvcking special, for goodness’ sake. 

N.O.T.F.V.C.K.I.N.G.S.P.E.C.I.A.L

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N-ever-endingly immature though I want to change, and be mature, for my own betterment.

O-pen to people who want to befriend me, who want to be close to me, who want to know me, but I’m always hesitant to do that for other people. 

T-enacious with things that are special with me though I hate people that are too clingy. 

F-rightened to take the first step and initiate actions, though deep inside me, I wanted to do it so badly. 

V-ulnerable to sharp words from insensitive people though sometimes, I wanted to hear them for encouragement and to prove myself from them. 

C-urious to find all answers to all questions I shouldn’t even have sniffed my nose into even though my mind tells me not to do so. 

K-ind to people who understand me, my character, and my attitude, though I’m the total opposite to those who had totally misunderstood me. 

I-nclined to things that I seriously put my effort into though I’m too lazy to put up decency on my efforts. 

N-oisy, loud and annoying though I also easily get annoyed to people with those characteristics. 

G-lad everytime someone gives me positive comments regarding what I do that sometimes I hate myself for being so flattered. 

S-eeking for attention though I’m not demanding it. 

P-roud, and always proud of being an otaku, no matter how far the circumstances would go. 

E-xcessively happy everytime I did the right thing to do then realize that I went overboard with my celebration. 

C- an’t help but to always feel left out whenever something happens though I don’t even know why. 

I- nterested in things that caught my attention in my first glance and almost give no attention to those which failed to do so. 

A-ddicted to Math, and anything related to that though when I was about 4 years old, it was the only thing that I hated too much. 

L-azy enough to not do a single important thing in a single day. I’m lazy enough that even if you give me a whole week to do easy homeworks, I’ll still do it the day before it’s needed. 

       All of those might not make me special. In the 7 billion people in the world, It’s too improbable for a person to have the same name, same looks, and same characteristics as mine but that goes for the other people as well. 

       All of us are different and unique in some way. There are always differences from people to people, cities to cities, and countries to countries. That’s constant. 

       I don’t even know what sparked this but I started to believe myself more and more after each day. I seriously changed if you compare me from my start in this school up to now, I could see my poor self about 2 years ago and I felt that I was just crap. 

      As I said, all people are unique in one way or another and I think that I realized that that’s why I changed. I don’t know when or how but it all just happened. Yes, I’m definitely special, in a way. 

       What makes me stand out, I think, is how I believe that I am me, and that no one has the right to change me from acting like James Allen Dy, acting like who I really am. I battle out frustrations like James Allen Dy. I overcome depressions like James Allen Dy. I enjoy myself like James Allen Dy. I study like James Allen Dy. I do everything just like James Allen Dy. WHY? It’s because, James Allen Dy is me. 

      I wouldn’t change myself just because someone has told me to do so. If I would be proud about something, that’s the pride of not changing myself, and also stand for my own right and own good.

        I found myself. I knew me. I am special. 

I Love Them Too Much that I Don’t Know What to Do Without Them

Dear God, 

       This is a poem to show you, Lord, how much I wanted to thank you for giving me the extraordinary parents that anyone would love. 

“Lord, thank you for giving me something so precious

They were the people who made me self-conscious

Of my actions that might have been too obnoxious

Lord, they also helped me from not being too anxious

Of the future actions that I would surely do,

Those actions that I definitely, could not undo

Even when I was a little kid at the age of two,

They didn’t waver at my peskiness even just a few.

They were the people who showed me the way

They didn’t miss a step, they did it everyday

Every time I cried, they knew what to say

Every time I stumbled, they didn’t go away

I take my hats off for the guidance they showed me

They’re so precious to me, I don’t know how to thank thee

I know this is not enough to request for this plea,

But I want to see their faces full of glee

Please let me show them that I could get a degree”

       Yes I know that a poem would never be enough to thank you but I don’t know how to give my gratitude to you, Lord, for how much you have blessed me with wonderful parents. I knew some people who, unluckily, had their parents pass away, that’s why here I am, thanking you for the opportunity you have given me to enjoy every moment I’m going to spend with them. I had had so many blessings but I don’t think that there is something better than having such lovely parents. I could go miles and distances just to prove to you, Lord, that I’m sincere in thanking you. 

       The people with parents that had passed away were left grieving, and in tears. Seeing myself in that situation had caused me to go haywire and not think of that again. I couldn’t imagine or I wouldn’t want to imagine, just yet, how my life would turn out without them by my side, every now and then, helping me with my problems, no matter how tough it is for them already. 

       Just before I was born, they were already having enough troubles with some things. They’ve got two children before me, they were having problems with my mom’s pregnancy, and other things, but they decided to push through and give birth to me. That’s enough sacrifice and that was even when I was born. They had enough hard times, and I can’t help to think that I am continuously adding to that. I definitely want to change that. 

       After I was born, they decided to take care of me, even handling my peskiness when I was a little toddler. They sacrificed their time just to guide me and pave the way for my future. They literally, and figuratively, did everything just for me. 

       They were my foundation and nothing or something is going to change that. Most of the things that I know, most of the time, morally, are all thanks to them. They taught me how to live my life for myself, and for others. They taught me how to live my life to the fullest. 

       They are always there for me, whenever I’m emotionally unstable. They are always there whenever I’m having problems with my studies, with other people, and with friends. They were never absent when I needed guidance. I don’t really know what to do without that guidance. They are always standing beside me and ready to catch me whenever I would fall. 

       Yes, we often get to arguments. Sometimes, I do the wrong things and I couldn’t help but to go into arguments with them. I think that it is unavoidable but I try my best to quickly say sorry and make up with them. I quickly try to erase the mistakes that I have done and learn a lesson from that, that I also learned from them. 

       There’s no other people’s presence that could change and make the same impact in my life just like theirs’. They’re always going to be the largest part of my life. They are my parents and no matter what happen, even if the dinosaurs revive, even if Hitler comes back to life, even if writers stop writing mangas, even if the animators stop animating animes, I will always love them and deep inside my heart, you could see them there. 

A loving son

What Must Have Transpired for You, Regrets, to Come and Bother Me Now?

       Time just flew so fast that I cannot help but to feel blue. I had made things happen that never once in my life again, I would want to see come true. Life’s just been miserable, that I don’t want to repeat those mistakes. Now, they’re starting to haunt me back, giving me nightmares. 

       Oh, Regrets, what have I done, for you to do this to me, to scare me in my dreams and to bind my shadows down?

       I forced myself to transfer schools, without knowing the consequences of going far not just from my home, but also from my second home. Don’t get my idea wrong, there is no way that I would regret learning and experiencing and facing challenges here in this school. It’s just that I let my friends hanging, without a last high-five, without saying a proper goodbye, and even without shedding a single tear. 

       We didn’t have a proper communication, only in Facebook where we rarely talked, if not never. That was just too improper, and too immoral for my stand against myself. I should even have said something to them before I went away and not be with them anymore. It’s just too regrettable, that I know that even if it was just a little bit, they cared for me, yet I wasn’t able to bid them a proper farewell. 

       Regrets started to swallow me up in the vacation of 2nd year when one of my classmates was about to go to Canada. I always saw and talked to her since she was also studying in CavSci. She had a despedida party on her home and all almost all of her classmates, including me, were invited. 

       I didn’t know that it would be that tough, to face them, even just stand straight in front of them. My confidence was shattered even before actually seeing one of them. Good thing the day ended pretty much quickly that I didn’t need to talk with them that much, though I prayed I could have talked to them so that I could face them normally. I failed though. 

       Tie me up and I would just want to lie down. Hide from the consequences that came back and haunted me down. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t find a step. It shut me down, the scarce of courage had really brought me down. 

       I gave up, I stuttered, then gained my confidence back. 

       Meeting them wasn’t unavoidable. I live too close from my old school that sometimes, even if I go home late, I could still see them walking away from school. Sometimes we exchanged ‘hi’s , and sometimes we just passed by each other. 

       I bet that it was a non-issue for them anymore. I thought that they didn’t even care anymore. Time just flew so fast that I cannot help but to feel blue. I wasn’t able to say a proper sorry until about 2 or 3 years later. Right now, I could face them normally, talk to them with ease, and share our stories. 

       I couldn’t deny that it was my fault since it really was. I regret that I needed them to approach me so that I could just talk to them. All I could do now is try to approach them and initiate the conversation to make up from previous mistakes but if I had done something before, then there’s no pain in my heart. 

       Just last night, I had a conversation with one of my friends in elementary. I felt so happy about how she wished me good luck about my studies. I bet starting from that night, every time I would face them, it would be a bright one, full of promises, just like a sunrise that wouldn’t stop shining brightly. 

       Just one thing to remember for some people who have done something wrong: Don’t dwell on your mistakes too much. You could forget it once you have said sorry. Forget your mistakes, but take the lesson. Don’t be too shy and initiate the conversation once you’re wrong. Be strong, be confident, and be brave. 

       “I believe in second chances, I just don’t think that everyone deserves them”. 

       Try to be you. You deserve a second chance once you show your true self. Don’t put a mask on. Be confident about your own personality and your own self. Just be true until it’s too late. If tomorrow never comes, you are in trouble. 

Changed My Life? Maybe Yes, or Not?

I started to stutter. I tried my hardest not to lose my focus especially while talking to him. I tried to recover myself from the star struck I am continuously getting without even talking to him yet. Good thing I can hear some sounds from firecrackers to relieve myself from nervousness and stress. By the way, this was an evening of December 31, a New Year's Eve. 

I might sound like a stalker but I knew his house and that’s where I set my appointment. First, it would be easier to fulfill my purpose and so giving me the advantage. It wasn’t half-bad for him either since I didn’t require him to travel. Spending his special day with me is such a blessing though.

As I said a while ago, it was New Year’s Eve. Spending it in Japan was terribly amazing though. I had few a lot of detours in Japan. Stepping my feet in Japan is like half my mission though to have the quest rewards, I need to finish it a hundred percent.  

            I stood outside his house, waiting for his response, while watching the fireworks light the whole city up. It was a fantastic view. If you think of it as a tip for the waiter, it’s like enough for a whole month pay already. I might say it was a blessing in disguise that he was half an hour late for our appointment.

            He opened the gate up and let me inside his house.

"Hi Good Sir. I want to thank you for responding on my invitation and even celebrate the new year, your birthday, with me. I want to have a talk with you about certain topics, most likely, your ongoing masterpiece, Oda-sensei.

“Drop the formalities, my dear visitor. I am always ready to accept invitations even they are in my special days. Calling me Oda-sensei and having my work, One Piece, being called a masterpiece, is such an honor.”

            Oda-sensei, or Eiichiro Oda, for me, is a part of history, not just for Japan, but also for the whole world. He had written the highest-selling manga (Japanese comics) of all time, One Piece. In my perspective, Eiichiro Oda had made the most impact amongst the ‘mangaka’s.

            *Note: A mangaka is to manga just like an author is to a book.

            Now, to continue with our conversation,

            “No, not really. One Piece is truly a masterpiece. No matter how you look at it, that manga has influenced lots of people’s lives. Most fans even refresh a hundred times every Wednesday evening while waiting for a new chapter release.”

            “Oh, now. I’m really glad to hear that. Knowing that One Piece fans are waiting second by second for the new chapter release pleasures me. I just hope that you’re not disappointed every time I take a sick break.”

            “You know Oda-sensei, we might get a little bit pissed off but all we can do is wait and pray for you to recover. You’re like our savior, you know”

            “Your praises make me feel good too much. I’m really glad that you think of me that way. I need to try better and harder so that I can please you guys, the best fans in the world, more.”

            “Don’t mind us, sensei. Just take care of your health and every effort would be appreciated.”

            “By the way, James, oh wait, what should I call you, James or James-kun?”

            “James would be fine, sensei.”

            “Ok, James, why do you fans even like the way I write my stories? Why did you choose me for this interview?

            “Oda-sensei, you have the best tactics in writing that I had ever seen in my life. You mad history, Oda-sensei. You are the best mangaka for me and I think that wouldn’t change for a while. You have written the longest manga and the views and the copies sold aren’t wavering down. In fact, it keeps rising and rising. No one could deny that.”

            “I have a question, James. I know I still have a room for improvement so that I could entertain you fans more and I just want to know what exactly is it in my writing that my fans, generally, or you, personally, like?”

            “Your ability to write cliffhangers without pissing off anyone is one of the reasons. You can write stories continuously without getting out off the plot and staying in the topic, you never get lost. You never go against what you had written before for better plot. You find ways to improve everything without breaking anything. All in all, I just admire the way you write. You have an exceptional talent.”

            “After hearing someone praise me like that, I don’t even know if I can’t get flustered after this point of our conversation.” *both laughs out loud*

NOTE: The next part of the conversation would have something about One Piece’s, Oda-sensei’s manga, plot and everything Oda-sensei would be saying regarding the possible happenings is not true, except if we have the same minds. XD.

            “Oda-sensei, continuing with our conversation, after One Piece’s latest chapter, which is chapter 733, what would we expect of our protagonists, the Straw Hat Pirates, to do? I know I might be going unfair against the other fans but it really excites me.”

            “What excites you, exactly, in the on-going plot?”

            “Uhm, I mean Law is in Doflamingo’s custody and Luffy is trying to save him. I mean, he is clearly an underdog against the warlord Doflamingo and the way you showed things pretty much clear up a Zoro vs. Fujitora, a swordsman match-up. Now, Sanji is pretty much in deep trouble vs. Big Mom’s pirate crew, maybe, Big Mom’s even there. Franky is in a fight against Senor Pink and Usopp and Robin are on their way against Sugar and Trebol. Then, you just showed signs of dead being alive, through Sabo. I just think that this might be your breakout arc after the timeskip. Everything is so epic and I’m just literally giving my reaction of the current arc. The epicness never ends.”

            “Ok, I think that I might spoil some stuff with you and I’m giving you bits of details. To start off, SABO is definitely alive and he’s going to get the Mera Mera no Mi, his and Luffy’s brother’s devil fruit. That might be a little bit obvious though. Zoro would be holding off Fujitora though would be losing in the end. Franky, Usopp, and Robin would be successful. Sanji is doomed but let’s see if he could survive. For Luffy, I have no comment. That’s the main event. All you can do is wait. Sorry but that’s all I can give.”

            “Oda-sensei, do you want me to hate on you. “

            “James, please no. I just can’t give you all of the details.”

            “I’m just kidding, Oda-sensei. I would never hate you.”

            “Phew. By the way James, want to see the framework of the new chapter?”

            “Sure. Thanks a lot, Oda-sensei.”

            They went to Oda-sensei’s workshop.

            “Wait, Oda-sensei, Sabo’s going to show up the next chapter? Really? I’ve been like waiting for that since chapter 731 where he was about to show up. You know, this would be like one of the best chapters ever. Thanks, Oda-sensei”

            “That was what the fans wanted and I would reciprocate the support you give me and also, read the next parts a little bit quieter. What you’re going to see is true. There are no flukes. We want to lessen the spoilers, you know.”

            “On your command, Oda-sensei”

            “Hey, stop talking like that, James. I just showed you the next chapter upload and it would be uploaded later too so it’s not that bad.”

            After the tour to the workshop, I went to say goodbye.

            “Oda-sensei, seriously, I enjoyed this a lot. Thanks for the warm welcome and helping me and make me look forward more to your manga. The story is just the best though I think Kishimoto (Naruto’s mangaka) has a better looking workshop though.”

            “Hey, James, are you serious?”

            “Of course not, you’re the best in each and every way. By the way, unfortunately, I need to say goodbye and I need to go back on my home.”

            “Thanks for the visit, James”

            “Oda-sensei, I might return though. See you again. Don’t forget that there would always be a fan looking forward to every chapter you release.”

            That marks the end of my adventure and talk with Oda-sensei. By the way, if you didn’t understand because of the unfamiliar names, I was just asking for a spoiler of the future chapters.

Evils Falter.. The Journey to the Paradise Begins

Evils Falter.. The Journey to the Paradise Begins

Once, there was a notorious group of third-year students in CNSHS. They called themselves Heaven's Devils. In one way or another, they were always too flashy regarding breaking the rules. They had 10 members including their leader, who is the worst of them, is named Teach. The other members were Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, and Francis.

After a school day, well they usually just slack off it, they met in Teach’ house and went to get some drinks. (alcohol) They broke the law. After drinking, all the members of Heaven’s Devils slept in their leader’s house yet they woke up in a place they weren’t familiar with. They found themselves in a dark forest with only the top of the mountain (the mountain is in the forest) visible. It was too bright, it shines too much that they can’t handle its rays.

Then, a stranger appeared in front of them. It resembled an evil demon (well, it was pretty redundant to emphasize its appearance). They wondered what that stranger would do and even if they are evil in their own ways, they still shivered in the appearance of the demon-looking stranger. It was intimidating.

Shocks were sent into their spines after the first word uttered by the stranger. It was pretty normal though. “Leave,” that’s what the stranger said. The group then replied “How?” The stranger then commanded them, “Follow me.” As they followed the stranger, they went deeper into the forest and in their shock, they reached their school.

  

Upon their entry on the gate, they saw souls lingering around there. They thought that it was their school, the same school yet it shows the evil side of it. They were having goose bumps just seeing their school in an evil way. The stranger, noticing that the group was scared, told them that this isn’t even the start yet and what they’re seeing here is not even the appetizer. They haven’t stepped out of the starting line yet.

They now entered the school gate and that marked their entry on the Ante-CNSHS. As they went deeper in the Ante-CNSHS, they saw a devil which looks less intimidating than the stranger. He was named “Die” though. Even being less intimidating than the stranger, they were still too scared on his presence. He’s still a devil after all. They saw ‘Die’ using his logbook and transports to incoming souls to somewhere, maybe somewhere they really belong.

With the help of the stranger, they were able to pass through the guard without being investigated, well they would have found a way or another since they are still living.

As they went on their journey unto the Ante-CNSHS, they saw a long line of students carrying huge watches, wristwatches. It was gigantic and they can see in the students’ reactions that the wristwatches were too heavy. As they tried to approach the stranger, they couldn’t since they didn’t know how to start it, neither call him by his name. The stranger noticed and introduced himself as “Change”. That was a weird name. They asked Change about how long the students would be carrying the load and why were they asked to carry that. He explained that they would be carrying it until they go home, and until they go to school the next day again. That was to emphasize that they should go to the school early since they always come to school late. ‘Change’ added that they can’t remove the gigantic wristwatch.

Paul shivered. Peculiarly, he saw himself in the line of students. He was saddened that he would be receiving the torture he is seeing. He surely didn’t want that. With that on his thoughts, he decided to change for the better. He disappeared and ‘Change’ whispers to himself, “ONE DOWN!”

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

Before entering, ‘Change’ explained that CNSHS was divided into three sections. 1^st is the Excessive Love for Things (not actually bad), which is composed of the first two circles. 2^nd is  the Too Weak of Love for Good Things, which is composed of the third to sixth circle. The 3^rd is the The Excessive Love for Bad Things, the last three circles.

They now entered the realm of EVIL CNSHS. They went into its 1^st circle. They entered hell. The 1^st circle was called “The Noise” which is excessive love for noise. The students in this circle are those who can’t hold their noise down. They can’t stand not speaking or making a noise.

As a punishment, they would be isolated in a room surrounded with white walls to emphasize that they are alone, without someone to talk to, without someone to be with, without someone to tease. If they dare to speak a word complaining, more so just making noise, the amount of their stay would be doubled. This station is circled in the LRC.

Out of naughtiness, Michael, one of the members of the group, started looking at all the rooms and surprisingly, saw himself in one of the rooms. He was left clueless. He didn’t want that too. He wanted to change. He disappeared without anyone knowing. His groupmates wondered for a while but they stopped looking for him, by ‘Change’s’ order. “Two Down”

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

The group continued their journey, though they’re still wondering where their other two group members were. They proceeded to the second circle, the Glutton, which is excessive love for food and drinks. The students here are those who can’t even fight the desire to eat food even when it’s not allowed. They are punished by staying with all the food wastes around them that smells so bad. They can even see the normal students in Canteen eating food normally as they suffer more. Again, just like how Paul and Michael disappeared, Jonah disappeared without leaving a trace and feeling guilt. He got his urge to change his behaviour and left the group’s journey.

 *Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

Even with less three members, they continued their journey. They passed the first section of CNSHS and they were about to go to the 2^nd one.

They entered the 3^rd circle, the Hard-headed Rule Breakers, with too less obedience that is being guarded by Ms. Rejas, a teacher they knew too much. She had punished them for a lot of time now.

The “hard-headed”s are forced to bang their heads onto harder rocks with feeling only half the pain so that they could have the ability to break all the stones given to them which amounts to about 1000x they became hard-headed in their entire life. That’s what would happen to the hard-headed. Continuous bowing down of their heads represent submissiveness.

All of them, the 7 group members + ‘Change’ saw Francis suffering from that but not experiencing the same trauma, the other group members weren’t moved that much and decided to continue the journey while Francis decided to fall back and change. “Four Down,” Change says.

Rule breaking includes Vandalism and Cutting classes.

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

They entered the 4^th and 5^th circles quite instantaneously. The 4^th circle was composed of students who don’t make efforts to clean their place or even mess it up more or the “Litterers”. The 5^th circle, on the other hand, was composed of students who don’t make efforts to make assignments or even scan a page of his book in his house. They even go as far as forging their parents’ signatures. Both of the circles represent sloth.

The punishment for the students in the 4^th circle was that they would lie down on the field and be poured down different types of wastes they didn’t even make an effort to clean like snacks and candy wrappers and softdrink and plastic bottles.

On the other side, the punishment for the 5^th circle was quite light. In the classroom, books, papers and pens would be scattered and that they need to write, study, and review for the entirety of their stay on the 5^th circle. Elijah and Jacob, the sloths, decided to change for the better.

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

The too much lack of respect was what they encountered after entering the sixth circle in the gym. They see students kissing the feet of everyone they meet. Isaac, Isaiah, and Gabriel were starting to falter already but Teach isn’t even in the least, moved. The students in the 6^th circle, the Disrespectful, are those students who didn’t show enough respect for the other students, the teachers, their parents, and even other people they encounter.

‘Change’ then explained that that isn’t only the punishment they receive. They also see their opposite sides in the mirrors before they were even able to go and kiss the people’s feet. They would need to learn to respect themselves first. Isaiah was terribly moved by the punishment and decided to change though he left a message to the other three. “Notice ‘Change’? His presence is depleting right now. Find it out”.

*Paul, Elijah, Isaac, Jacob, Jonah, Isaiah, Michael, Gabriel, Francis, Teach

Intrigued by the message, Gabriel decided to keep an eye on ‘Change’. He was not able to do that though because of the next circle they entered. It was too dark. They could not see anything except for the path they are taking. This was the 7^th circle, the Envious. The students here are those who give too much love for the material things or characteristics the other people have, in a bad way. Gabriel, who was struck in the heart after seeing how the envious students gets punished, disappears without being able to relay the message on the other two. He wasn’t able to say goodbye.

The mood gets heavier and the atmosphere gets darker. That’s what Isaac noticed. He was left with Teach and ‘Change’. They proceeded to the 8^th circle, the Violence. He didn’t feel good about this. He was the most violent among them. Cries, moans, scolds from parents, that’s what they could hear. Even though they couldn’t see it because of the dark, ‘Change’ explains that the students in this circle are constantly beating up each other. Those who only have the strongest will to surpass the violence would be able to get out of the beatings, yet not the circle. Harsh Bullies and people who use violence against themselves are to be punished here too. This was stationed in the Guidance Office and Isaac suddenly disappeared. ‘Change’ is starting to lose his energy right now and Teach is the only one left for him to finish his job.

Going on to the last part of their journey, ‘Change’ tells Teach to get ready since this would hurt him a lot. The last circle, the 9^th circle they would enter is “The Cheaters” stationed in the office. In here rest the cheating students FOREVER. They would see cheaters getting caught by teachers and suffering the same fate as them. They are even shown cheating students failing miserably in life, living in depression, smoking, and dying by drinking alcohol. It hurts to see that the same people as them are suffering too much but they are still forever locked in the 9^th circle.

Teach was totally moved. He didn’t know why but hearing from ‘Change’ the punishments the students were receiving, he wanted to change. ‘Change’ really helped all of them. ‘Change’ changed them and he wanted to thank him but he was not able to. He disappeared already.

‘Change’, on the other hand, has already rose back up to heaven and whispered to himself, “It’s really though portraying a devil” but he needed to. He was praised above because he was able to change the “Heaven’s Devils” to “Heaven’s Angels”

The Heaven’s Devils lived perfectly. They didn’t do anything that bad now. They strived hard and worked hard.

Is txting ruining ur knwldg abt da Eng. language??

             30WwzZ ph0w$zzZZXSH. It's truly a pain in the eye, even I can't hold it anymore. At its first surge, I  cried, LITERALLY. I just can't see the point of making your text messages and chat conversations longer than what you should. But texting isn't all about being j3j3, keep in mind that that's not the only thing we do when we text or chat.

              BRB, JGH, JK, IMO.... and more. In your first meeting with those words, you would be stunned by how creative people are just to spend less time in replying or starting a conversation. Nevertheless, these words are quite a necessity for humans now, not that I'm saying we couldn't live without them, but it would be tough for us to make conversations without those words.

               Since I seldom text, I really am not particular to how people text in these days. After the spread of "jejemon", I really had not much of news on how people text so I would be basing it on my chat conversations in Facebook. (I think it's not that wrong since I can imagine myself texting just the same way as I chat with my friends in Facebook.

               Misspelled and abbreviated words are certainly the most common issues regarding texting/chatting. I don't have a misconception about shortening words since people have many reasons and I THINK that less knowledge about English would even reach 1%. Most of the reasons must be to shorten the time that they could use and to emphasize that somewhat, they really didn't have the energy to reply to the person they're talking to.

                As I assumed a while ago, I think a little less than 1% of Filipinos shorten their replies/words because of their lack of knowledge and I think that those other 99% would have their knowledge unaffected. I think it's too light to affect the knowledge of the people. Maybe a little spelling problems would occur but I think that the basic grammar knowledge would just stay the same.

                Texting was not even created to diminish the knowledge of people in English Language, nor to shorten words or replies. Mostly, it's just for communication purposes. Maybe the creativity of the people only became a factor to the disease that's been in us now. No one could be blamed. We haven't seen the extent of the worsening of the knowledge of the English Language, if there are so I think that as long as we keep in mind everything we know about English Language, our knowledge of it should not be decreased.

             

Was it worth the wait?

15..14..13..12..11..10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1.. "Sembreak na!"

The clock ticked and its hands reached 5 and 12. We screamed together like we needed to get out of the haul and party before the world ends. We acted like there was no tomorrow even though our awaited moment was just coming. The shouts of success, that's what I heard before we separated. Just as I said goodbye to the room I spent almost 5 months with, I thought of the week to come. That week, that break, that would give me the rest that I truly needed. 

The wait for this span of days was too long. It was thrilling, too thrilling to think that there would be 10 days that I would get to sleep, without school works bothering my tired mind but was my sembreak really worth the wait? Was it worth all the hype I gave it? ow Would it be fun?

Oddly enough, the teachers gave a little more than nothing of sembreak works. I was too happy that for my beloved sembreak, I could get the chance to relax and to enjoy myself. By relaxation, I mean to enjoy myself outside our home but what happened was the entire opposite. Even though it was fun, I just stayed the whole break inside our house, scanning my news feed, eating, and irregularly going out to play some ball.

Six eventless days had passed. Nothing special happened. I spent my days doing the same things again, all over again. I enjoyed it but it was truly troublesome not to do anything new. I was the least satisfied with my routine. Without Facebook, I didn't know what to do. It felt like it was the only thing that I had. I can blame myself, I know, because I could have done my assignments yet I didn't. I was too lazy. That first week was crappy boring.

Then, by October 31, I decided to my homeworks. I was so proud of myself since it was still 4 days before the classes resume. I know that for other people, they won't be even proud, I mean they would even deny the heck of it, but I am truly happy for that. It felt like I reached a milestone though it would still be tough since we would be going to the cemetery the day after.

Meeting my relatives weren't totally new for me. Yes, we meet only occasionally but still it wouldn't have far intervals but this year was truly a different case. There was some sort of conflict between my relatives and it was relieving to see them pray together, eat together, commemorate the spirits of the dead together and to see them back to how they were back before.

The next day, I did all the other works needed to be done. I was so proud that I had one free day to spend though I just spent in reading mangas. I did not hate it, but I could have studied for that one free day. I just frowned and told myself, in the same evening, "seems like being industrious is not just cut out for me."

Yes, it was totally worth the wait. I got what I wanted, which was rest, but it was rather boring. The semestral break had really relaxed me and that's what I really needed. It was not that fun but at least it gave me what I want.

Am I Trembling?

                Many people were left clueless, in awe, and shocked. What was that feeling that turned their lives at 360 degrees? What was that peculiar sensation they felt? They were left with no words to utter. Their lips were left petrified. Their mouths were shut. They were terrified as what that sensation could do. It was all or nothing. Take it or leave it. It's joy or sorrow. It's heaven or hell.

               They were afraid to take the first step. They were afraid to miss that JUST ONE chance they have. But some are just really making fools of themselves, forcing themselves to believe that they are just stuck in a dream that is a sure no. They were stuck in their own daydreams, in their own daydreams, where their goals truly lie. Love makes cowards. Love makes strong people. Love turns all impossible to possible.

               Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. A single soul that can’t be torn apart. That two bodies, whatever they do, their soul still sticks. Even if they quarrel, even if they wage a war, nothing would happen because destiny will surely do the right thing. Make the two bodies inhabit the same soul they should be into. Make them cherish their mutual feelings with each other once more. Give them their joys and take back their sorrows. That is love. An all or nothing bet that has a 50-50 chance of a heaven or hell.

               "In love, everything is possible.” Even those strong people you know can bend down to their knees and cry. Even the cowards can stand strong and fight for their love. Being in love is horrible for most people. People are too vulnerable. Their chest opens and their heart beats irregularly. The chest opens, love goes in. Love goes in, you get messed up. Love messes you up but when you overcome that challenge, it would be the best feeling ever. It’s really hard, falling in love. It’s really hard, facing that inconsistent feeling. You can be the happiest person and the saddest person when you’re in love. It’s really tough, especially when you’re crying just because of that inconsistent uncontrollable feeling. It’s truly the strongest feeling ever.

               I’m stuck, staring at her, looking at her face while my heart beats faster. I’m stuck in a daydream where we are together. I feel comfortable every time I’m with her. I feel happy every time I talk to her. I feel the best every time we are together. Maybe this is love, maybe this isn’t. Nevertheless, my heart had made its decision. My heart is ready even if I fail, even if I’m rejected but my mind bugs me. I’m asking myself if this is true and all the answer I get from myself is yes. Maybe this is love, maybe this isn’t, maybe my mind is confused, but my heart is not. So I guess, I’m truly in love.

           “There probably isn’t any meaning in life. Perhaps you can find something interesting to do while you are alive. Like how you found that flower. Like how I found you”- Orochimaru of Naruto. I found you and I was struck. You helped me understand the meaning of this life. I felt shocked. I was surprised and stunned. You serve as my inspiration, and you shall never be my distraction. It’s fun being in love, but it’s better having an inspiration in the same name. I was distressed before I met you. It was tough with you, but it was tougher without you. People in love tend to have butterflies in their stomach. They also tend to change their outlooks in their life. How ironic. Love is uncontrollable yet we are being controlled.

          “Love is good. It changes people, for better or for worse. You could look at it as your chance to change. The best kind of love helps you grow up”-Misawa Mitsuyoshi (Mi-chan) of Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun. Maybe that is the reason why I wanted to love. Perhaps, I wanted to change, not thinking whether it is for the better or for the worse but I think love is doing some good changes on me. Perhaps, I wanted to grow up. Perhaps, I wanted to mature. It helps, I know. But it still hurts. It hurts that my mind still hinders me from staying exceptionally strong.

           I have no right to look for a perfect girl, I am not perfect. No one has a right actually. I just have to look for someone compatible with how I act, with how I speak and how I look into people’s lives. Actually, I found someone who I think is compatible with me. She makes me happy. She’s not my life but she’s part of it. We’re not yet the two bodies inhabiting the single soul but she was the one who opened my chest and messed my life up, in a good way. She was the flower that I found.

        “Did you know? God decides when people get to be lucky or unlucky so everything balances in the end, I don’t believe any of that. It’s a bunch of smokes and mirrors. Still, I have been thinking lately. If meeting you was the lucky moment, it balances out everything else that’s happened. Only good things have happened, since I met you” – Yoshida Haru of Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun.

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams". -Dr. Seuss.

The Play of Destiny: Evils fall; Heroes rise

Juliet Capulet, who was the only daughter of a wealthy family in Verona fell deeply in love with Romeo Montague, who came from a very poor family. They secretly meet every night under the light of the moon even though Juliet was already engaged to Brutus of Rome, Julius Caesar’s heir to the throne. Their never let their parents know about their relationship for the Capulets strongly believe that they have to protect their honor and dignity.            One day, Julius Caesar who came from a different kingdom, went to Verona in search for new knights to add to his troops. He wanted to take revenge on Macbeth for killing his brother. Even those who are not of royal blood were required to join. Since Romeo was one of the strongest in his village, he was chosen to be part of the alliance against the uprising tyranny of Macbeth. The night before Julius’ ships leave, Romeo sneaked into Juliet’s garden, just below her balcony. They exchanged vows and promised not to love another person beside themselves.            The next morning, the knights were assembled. In the most enormous ship stayed Julius Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Mark Antony, Romeo, MONTAGUE, and the other knights of Verona. The ships sailed heading to the Dunsinane castle where the tyrant, Macbeth resides. On their third day, an unexpected storm came and destroyed their peaceful voyage. They ended up on a small island of fairies. They noticed that this island was destroyed and abandoned so they didn’t fear whatever the fairies have in store for them. Romeo, who was seeking for help, encountered a boy named Lysander. He was surprised to see a fairy named Puck behind the enigmatic boy. Romeo saw it in his eyes that the boy was suffering from grief. Lysander told Romeo about the tragedy that their kingdom experienced under the evil hands of Macbeth. Oberon, their king, ruled peacefully over that kingdom until Macbeth came to destroy everything they had. Oberon was assassinated and all the other residents were killed from the forest fire except Hermia, who was held captive. Also, Lysander and Puck survived because Macbeth’s troops missed them.  Lysander suddenly felt enraged and wanted to take revenge on Macbeth. Romeo revealed that the purpose of their voyage was to also take revenge on Macbeth for killing Julius Caesar’s brother, Duncan.            And so Lysander joined the troops with the permission of Julius after narrating the story behind the destroyed kingdom. However, they have a big problem: the ships were totally wrecked. Puck had an idea. He used his abilities to repair and restore the broken ships. The ships sailed immediately to finally end Macbeth’s evil reign.            Meanwhile, Macbeth and Prospero, the thane of Cawdor conversed. Macbeth asked about the planned ship wreck. On the other hand, Prospero was capable of supernatural abilities because of Ariel, his powerful servant spirit. He eagerly informed Macbeth that he was successful in causing the storm for the ships wreck. Suddenly, Prospero thought out of the blue. He asked, “Your highness, what is the purpose of all these destructions?” Macbeth answered, “Duncan took my twin and mother away from me. My father died of grief after. When I grew up, I became the thane of Glamis, and followed every order King Duncan commands. One day, a battle between this kingdom and the Norwegians emerged. After the Norwegians have been defeated, I encountered three witches who told me of some prophecies. They foresaw that I will become the thane of Cawdor and eventually become the king. Even before I could go back to the castle, Lennox and Ross, the noblemen told me that the current thane of Cawdor fought for the Norwegians instead and that I will become the thane of Cawdor. I told my wife, Lady Macbeth about it and without a second thought, she convinced me to kill Duncan and so I did. I poured poison in his ear, without anybody knowing except me and my wife.            Fortunately, no one knew who the killer was. I became the king afterwards. I was successful and so I did not waste any time. I destroyed Oberon’s kingdom in search of my twin and MOTHER, but they weren’t there. Now, people have turned their backs on me. No one would support me nor follow every command of mine.”
            Even before Julius Caesar’s ships arrive, Puck placed an enchantment on their ship to make them invisible. When they got there, Puck flew away, heading to the castle immediately. He went to the sleeping Hamlet, Macbeth’s son, and poured love’s potion on his eyes. The first person he’ll see when he wakes up will be the apple of his eye. Then he left in search of Hermia. He found her sleeping on one of the cells, alone. He woke her up and told her about his plan. The plan was to make Hamlet fall in love with Hermia and make him betray his own father. Even though Hermia truly love Lysander, she still agreed to Puck’s plan. After narrating his plan, Puck went back to Lysander and the troops. He also told them the plan but Lysander didn’t agree. Meanwhile, Hermia’s cell was next to Hamlet’s room so she decided to make a noise to wake Hamlet up and get his attention. Hamlet woke up and the first person he saw was Hermia and he immediately fell in love with her. He confessed his love and Hermia took advantage of the moment. Then she uttered these words “My dear Hamlet if you truly love me, deny thy father and refuse thy name” and Hamlet said “I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Hamlet.”  Instantly, Hamlet opened her cell. They went back to the shore of Scotland to open the gates for Julius Caesar and his knights. They started invading the kingdom and some people prepared to set the castle on fire. Knights versus knights, slaves versus slaves, and the officials went for Macbeth’s head but Prospero and Macbeth’s knights went on their way. Only Julius was able to reach Macbeth. Julius and Macbeth finally had the chance to face each other --- without any help from any other knights. Macbeth knew that that moment would come so he prepared a poisoned sword for him. The fight started and Julius earned the first hit. Then Macbeth said, “What did your brother do to my twin and my mother?” “I have nothing to do with them. My only concern is my brother. How could you kill a man so noble and kind?” said Julius. “LIES! Your brother ruined my family and now you’re ruining my castle?” Macbeth shouted, ready to strike Julius again. Julius then earned a huge wound from this attack and caused bothmen to drop their own swords. Meanwhile, the castle started burning down.Not knowing which is which, Julius accidentally took the poisoned sword and got stabbed Macbeth this time. Before Macbeth fell dead, he realized that Julius took his poisoned sword.  Julius, not satisfied with this, decapitated Macbeth. Meanwhile, Julius’ men were winning over Macbeth’s followers. When everyone saw Julius carrying Macbeth’s head, they finished the bloody war and started leaving before the castle burry them all alive.  Julius, on the other hand, felt weaker and weaker. Not long after, he fell dead while the other officials including Brutus, Cassius, Mark Antony died as well.The knights hurried back to their ships and Puck undid the spell under Hamlet. He was the only man standing after the ships had left him.
On their way back to Rome, the knights decided to make Montague their king after Julius Caesar and everyone else died. Montague, knowing that there was treaty between the Capulets and Julius Caesar decided Romeo to marry “Capulet’s niece who looks exactly like Juliet”. Romeo strongly disagreed upon hearing this for he knows Juliet is still waiting for him but at the end, he knew he can do nothing about it for Montague told him Juliet was already married.When the day of the wedding came, Romeo was still in deep melancholy. He knew that by this, he would be breaking his promise. The Romans warmly welcomed the Capulets. Everyone was celebrating for Romeo and the mysterious girl are being wed together with Hermia and Lysander.
At the altar, Romeo was secretly hoping that he isn’t supposed to marry a woman besides Juliet. The door finally opened for his bride to come forth. His heart was pounding as this lady walked down the aisle. When he was finally face to face with her, he felt some kind of connection. He lifted her veil and discovered that he already know the woman. She was the one he was waiting to be married with.

                                                                                                        

TeacHERO

                 

                      As I take my first steps, as I missed that ground, as I was preparing for the new year, I remembered them, the heroes of the last year. Who can forget what they did? Who can forget their sufferings? I bet no one did. It must already be tough for us, but how about them? It's tougher for them. Let's give our heroes something they would never forget.

               
                          They take their jobs seriously. They might be scary at times, but they've got a really big heart.They might be scolding us but that's for our good too. They might give us hard exams, but that's for us to study. They might give us lots of home works, but that's for us to learn. They might be absent at times, but let them be pardoned. They are also people. People that might already be sick of seeing us, teaching us, every now and then but still pursues to help us.

                  They might not be there when you took your first step. They might not be there when you uttered your first word. They might not be there when you first stripped. They might not be there when you first stood up after stripping, They might not be there when you got scolded by your parents. BUT, they are there to guide you on you road to be a professional. You might hate them in your school days but one day you would realize, "Where might I be if I didn't meet them, the precious heroes of my life?"

                 

                 Yes, they do teach but that's not the only thing that they can do. Going to school from home, saying goodbye to your parents is an everyday scene. As you travel, you think of school and you think of them, your parents and your second parents. As you reach the school, don't be shocked when you see your parents. Your second parents are just there, waiting for you, and wanting to help you. You spend most of your day with them, your second parents. It's about time that all of us should start thinking of them as our second parents. They make their efforts to help us or make us happy but we also need to make an effort to make them feel special.

                   Make them feel special. Be sure to show yourself, who already blossomed, to them, to those people who planted you, who took care of you, who sacrificed for you. They helped you a lot. Pay them just a little. Show them what you've got. Prove them your worth. Prove them that you're worth it of their

sacrifice. Show them the fruit of your labor. SHOW THEM THAT THEY ARE YOUR INSPIRATION.

                   Students, give glory to them. Give glory to the people who had taken care of you. They deserve it. Our teachers who had a hard time teaching us but they didn't give up. Just as they didn't give up, we shouldn't too. Let us directly go to the path of success because I'm sure that our glorious teachers would never lead us the wrong path. Even if they did, they would have done it for a reason. FOR US TO BE INDEPENDENT OF ANY OTHER PEOPLE'S DECISIONS. THEY WANT US TO MAKE DECISIONS ALONE. Those are really the things that would be useful in life.

                    Glorious days are for glorious people. I just want to greet you, Happy Teachers' Day. I want to thank you, if I could just thank you endlessly, I could already have. I'm in debt. It should be your time to shine, teachers. OUR TEACHEROES.

Things Change

                 "Fair is foul and foul is fair; hover through the fog and filthy air."

             
                  Eveything in this world changes. Nothing is permanent, well except for change. This was one inferred in one of the lines in Shakespeare's Macbeth "Fair is foul and foul is fair". This was said in the end of Act 1 Scene 1 by the three evil witches.

                 What did the witches mean? From fair is foul and foul is fair, it can be inferred that the good things (fair) will turn into ugly things (foul) or foul things would turn into better. Changes, no matter what the circumstances are, will still happen, even if it would be for the better or for the worse. Just like Macbeth, who would expect that a man as noble as him would be resorting to evil deeds?

                 It could also mean that the beautiful things hide an ugly meaning. One of the examples is Macbeth. That's being pretentious. They tend to show different personalities to others, if not, sometimes, the impressions of people for them are different than what they really are. They hide "foul deeds" under their "kind acts".

                 It could also show two different outlooks. The three witches know that their plans, their prophecies, will just cause bad happenings. But even so, Macbeth still flamed the bait. In the point of view of the witches, their plan was really bad but in Macbeth's point of view, it was beautiful for him.

                  All in all, that line set the tragedy of Macbeth. It foreshadowed the evil deeds that Macbeth would do in the play. To be a king in expense of the lives of Duncan and his chamberlains is one. He even ordered to kill Banquo and Fleance, and Macduff's family. The tragedy would have never happened without Macbeth doing what was said in the line. From a fair noble leader to an ugly foul tyrant.

The Excitement in the Top

             The highest point of excitement, the most intense scenes, and the biggest part of the story; all of those are in the climax. It gives the thrill to all the readers. It has the highest point of tension, the most intense scenes, the drama, and everything that would make the readers definitely react. Imagine a dish without its most important ingredient. That's how bad it would be, or even worse, without the story's climax.

              One of the brilliant Shakespeare's works is "A Midsummer Nights' Dream." It was said to have fruit of his learning and the expansion of his imagination. It's climax was the proof.

              If I were to choose the climax of "A Midsummer Nights' Dream", I will choose the part with the four lovers' confusion. I believe it was in Act 3, Scene 2. Instead of Puck putting the love potion to Demetrius' eyelids, he placed it in Lysander's. That Puck mistake sparked the confusion. To correct that mistake, Puck placed the remaining potion in Demetrius' eyelids. But FOR ME, that backfired.

              Why did it backfire? Since both the Athenian men now loved Helena, they fought for Helena's love. Hermia got mad at Helena too. Lysander and Demetrius got into fight, as well as Helena at Hermia. The supposed to be a physical fight became an emotional one with bashing, harsh words, and throwing their ugly memories.  Then Puck, ordered by Oberon, stopped the fight between the two men.

               It has the most thrilling moments. It is the most intense part of the story, It has the highest point of excitement. It threw the most emotions. This has the largest impact in the plot. It gave the readers ane asy understanding of what the play is. It clearly showed the meaning of the story. It is the most important ingredient of the master dish that Shakespeare cooked. It is the climax.

Forgive =/= Forget

            FORGIVENESS. Big word, right? That's a word almost everyone knows but it has a lot of impact and a lot of POWER. Can you imagine how hard to ask for forgiveness is? or even just saying "Sorry"? But despite the hardness of saying sorry, it is actually harder to forgive. When I'm talking about forgiveness, I mean not those half-hearted temporary forgiveness, what I mean is the acceptance of what the others did wrong and of course, yourself.

             Then they are saying that it's easy to forgive. They also say that the best way to forgive is to forget. It might be the best, well for others' cases. They seem to forget the happenings that hurt them and that's it. Boom! They're like new once again and it's like nothing really happened. That's how easy life is, for them. But try to look at it in a different way. Isn't forgetting just an escape? It seems to me that you're just trying to escape the problem and not resolve it. It's just how I think about it though.

              But I have to admit, forgetting requires courage. The courage that is greater than asking for forgiveness.It is not that forgetting only takes a second, a minute, nor a week. It might be an escape, but it is not painless. One of the things that I don't like with forgetting is that, you just let the people who did wrong against you be free from their wrong doings. It's like that you let them go without making them realize that what they did was wrong. And what happens after that? You forget, they escape, they would do wrong again, and then you would forget. So what does that imply? If you forget, you would just escape TEMPORARILY. Things will start to haunt you down too. I am not saying that forgetting is really bad. It's just that it's not the best.

              Forgiving means you accept their repentance. You would make them repent for their sins. Forgetting means you would forget what they did wrong without them making an effort. Forgiving =/= Forgetting.