Broken Whispers

Once a man had died.

He was alive; but dead inside.

His heart was broken like a fragile glass.

By a lovely, but tormenting glass.

And so, he whispered to himself,

“None I shall love, other than myself.”

And thus, his soul was dead.

For his love is gone for the days ahead.

In darkness he lurked, like a nocturnal bat.

The lovers he saw, did he shot.

For the man was mad,

Not to the girl, but to the love he could’ve had.

Until one night, when he walked alone,

In the eerie darkness where the moon never shone,

He met a woman whose beauty’s so rare:

Of velvet lips, rosy cheeks and skin so fair.

 Once again, the man felt amity.

His sorrow is gone; again he is happy.

Gone are the days where he roamed the darkness.

For his soul thrives, in luminous brightness.

Yet, fear still creeps on his spines.

“Will she be mine?”

His thought inquires.

He fears of getting broken; in pain he tires.

And so he asked the young lady:

“Girl, will you be mine?”

He knelt in front of her

Awaiting for an answer.

“Yes I will. A thousand times yes”

At last! Did the girl confess!

She hugged him like he was a plush toy.

And for she thought the man, be her bundle of joy.

 And soon did the man knew.

He was starting love so anew.

He broke his whispers to his redeemed heart.

And he was happy. For its pieces be never apart.

Home Away

June 13, 2013. It was the day I left my hometown. It was the day I parted with my sister whom I grew up with for the past 14 years and my mother, whom always had my back ever since I was in her womb.

            

A gloomy feeling met me as I woke up on our tight soft bed. As I proceeded with my daily routine, that parting feeling that you get when you’re going to leave someone special to you kept me preoccupied throughout the early frosty dawn.

            

As we proceeded on our day, we went to the school where my father has enrolled me. As we asked the school administrators to pull out all of their requirements that I gave and ask them to return the amount we paid, I started feeling that “sense of goodbye”— an emotion in which I cannot explain to myself.

           

As we practiced our patience on the bus stop, a serene kind of sorrow swept upon me. Already, I was having this uncanny “goodbye” king of feeling. I wanted to shed tears for I know I will miss my friends, my sister and most especially, my mother. I know that months, or probably years will stand between us before we meet each other again.

           

As the corpulent pale bus stood in front of us, I knew it was goodbye. I knew it was time to part with everything I grew up with. As I rode the bus, as my mother told the driver where to leave me, I was able to hear her broke off inside. It was like every word she said was a hell block of ice— so heavy and so cold. I wanted to look at my mother’s eyes. I wanted to see what her soul was emotionally concealing. Yet, I was incapable. She wore a pair of sunglasses; and that made me wonder. Did she wear it on purpose so she could keep her pain a mystery? Was it her way of being strong for me? Before the bus took off, I hugged her so tight and bid her my goodbye and told her that I love her. I knew, time will stand between us, until we meet each other again.

           

June 13, 2013. It was the day I left my hometown, my friends, my sister and my mother. It was the day, I was homeaway.

            

Payphone( Catherinean Cover)

Hey guys! This is my latest single! LOL.

Just kidding! Anyways, readers, let us watch this fine woman as she spread love and beauty by singing her heart out. She really showcases how talented Filipinos really are! Thanks!

The Catherinean Chronicles

Here's a video montage of some clips that we shot at school. It's quite cheesy, but I don't care. I hope you guys would have fun watching it.
My purpose here is that I wanna introduce you to my world. :)

Ridge Ross De Veyra

Ridge Ross De Veyra: Hi! I´m Ridge! I´m a simple guy who likes to have fun all the time. I am a techie person and I like to help people with their problems... that is, regarding their gadgets.

Come and be random, have fun and be crazy with me! ;)

Rehab - Yan-Yan Alabado (Cover) Amy Winehouse by Yan-Yan Alabado

Rehab - Yan-Yan Alabado (Cover) Amy Winehouse by Yan-Yan Alabado

This is an amazing song. I hope you guys would like and download it. My friend'a an amazing singer. :)

When Hard Work Gets Paid Off

As I opened my eyes under the warmth of my sunny morning, I was already feeling anxious about the things that will happen today. Yesterday, I just received a warning from our class adviser regarding my place on the "Honor Roll". From that point on, everything around me became adverse of my typical school day. It seemed that the tables have turned.

First thing, I got not-that-high on our Chemistry quiz. It was heart-breaking because I crammed my head, stayed all night just to give myself a review about Ethers and what not. Actually, my score is satisfactory. However, I know I am better, I can be better, I can get higher. I really didn't know what was I thinking, and why did I let that happen. I was almost mad at myself for that. However, I've always kept in mind: I'm not gonna spend the remaining good days of my life, just for that one bad thing that happened. I am not that shallow!

Then, came the quiz on Economics. It was easy. I mean, I only had few mistakes, but still, it was disappointing. I guess, a bad message in the morning equals a bad omen for the whole day. A quiz on Trigonometry was also present. It was quite hard. The lesson is easy. Although, there will always be things in a test in which you are not sure of. What's more, there was injustice on the quiz. I can't believe our teacher gave those people who asked questions a minus one rather than the ones who were copying answers. Luckily, I got over with it this morning. For what reasons? That, I cannot tell yet. It would sound shallow and narcissistic

So, back to reality... Back to today. Obviously, I had to set my anxiety aside. There were still lots of activities that we had to do. One of which I will never forget is when me and my friend Aira Trinidad hung out at our Trigonometry teacher's office. It was fun there! He was accommodating and funny. I wish all teachers were like him. After that, well, there weren't that much actually. We just cleaned... that's all.

Until, it was the moment of announcement. Our class adviser started announcing the names from the 44th place. I was happy that everyone got very high scores. Although, I pitied those who went down. I don't like to mention their names. I know this is too disappointing for them.

The announcement continued on and on until it was on the Top 5. I am happy that I'm the 5th placer this first grading. All that hardwork with the guidance of God payed off. I am happy of the outcome. What's more, I am satisfied. Then it came to the fourth- my place during Junior year. I am so proud of my special friend Kezia Calderon for being able to achieve that place. She truly deserves it. Beneath her quirky attitude and her questions, lies a sophisticated woman who's about to break out of her shell.

Afterwards, our teacher announced the Top 3 and that was that. Then, I asked for our adviser to announce the people who got the highest grades for every subject. I am so proud, once again of Kezia Calderon for her best... although, I forgot what subject did she top. LOL. Christian Ain Bunuan and John Kennard Fronda made me proud too. For the first time, I hear Christian Ain's name to be the "Best" on one subject. She was the most excellent on our Economics class. Good job bes! Also, John Kennard, once again, she successfully won the crown of being the "Best in English". It seems all of her training for her Miss Pharmacy pageant thing paid off. All those listening, and memorizing the Q and A's of major pageants weren't no good! In fact, it has brought her an award that tells the truth, it tells that she truly deserves to be, and is, Best In English.

If there's one thing I'm kinda hating on the "Bests" was Computer. I was wondering why wasn't I the best in it?! I've been doing great there! Every hands-on exercises, I was successful. Even my best competition Gynard Alfonso didn't top that subject. I was pretty sure it was him and I who were competing for that place. However, it was his Brother Gyvard who got that name. It was really unfair. I feel unbiased. I asked our teacher this afternoon about that, it was because of that one slogan or poster making contest, whatever, in which we didn't win. But still, it seemed unjust. When I looked at the grading sheet a while ago, the top 4 even got higher grades on Computer than I did! It seemed so biased because; I am intelligent in Computer! I am good at programming! I know all the codes that we use! I know how to make  a program without even looking at our book!. It just makes me feel so "unright" for knowing that other people even got higher grades than what I got. And to think, that some of those people who got higher grades than what I did were the ones who were ASKING FOR MY HELP on our hands on and I even do their projects for them, ugh! It just makes me feel ****.

I wonder what was the basis of our grading? I'm pretty sure it's unfair. I am not mad at our teacher, I am mad at the outcome of the grades. They just seem so jargoggled.

However, if there's one good thing that comes out of this crazy mess, it is my new pride regarding wisdom or knowledge. No matter how high their grades are, I'm still the best in the application of the things that I learn from school. And therefore, I am proud to say,I am a learned and an educated person. Grades are just numbers. That's that.

Grades change, but the lessons you've learned from school, will always stay in your heart.