Sunday, September 21, 2008

Short Story

Sunrise

The "bell" is ringing and it says that the class is dismiss.

“Class dismissed”, said by Ms. Locsin.

I stared at her and ask myself “is this Ma’am Josie?” together with the noise of my classmate, Becky is shouting, my lazy best friend.

“Bea, let’s go. I don’t want to be late on my date,” she said. Then I looked again on Ms. Locsin face, waiting for some reaction.

“Shocks”, Becky said silently as she saw Ms. Locsin turn her head on our direction. I smiled. “This is it”, I said to myself.

But seconds later, their’s no such word comes out. Sometimes, there are times that we need to bring handkerchief and prepared our selves if ma’am Josie will give us advice. She doesn’t want for all of us to engage in any relationship at our early age.

She says, “you are still young and there are many things much important than that. Don’t think that I made a decision for you, but ….”

One simple knock was interrupting our attention. We turn our eyes on the door and Dr. Raffy, the tall and handsome resident doctor in our school.

Ma’am Josie, stand up and left the room together with Dr. Raffy as if we are not there.

“Let’s go”, I whispered to Becky. She smiled and then we left the room.

Ma’am Josie is my idol, she is beautiful and smart. She is in the high standard of living, strict but also kind person. Sometimes, we are joking but there’s also a limitation. Never mention about having boyfriends because she will never stop advising you.

She is twenty five years of age, and eight year is our gap. For me, Ma’am Josie is a picture of a young one. Even though she is deep and there’s always angriness in her speaking.

She is really kind; I think that while I am walking to go home. When I’m reviewing my lessons, Ma’am Josie is still on my mind. I noticed that she is more different from these past few days. She’s like frighten, lonely and it seems that she had a great problem deep within. I want to help, like what she did to me, three months ago.

August 19, in Subic…. Class 3A had a field trip. And just like those past years, she is quietly smiling while joking with us. I am silently sat on the back side of the bus, together with my best friends, Becky.

“Bea, let’s go, let’s swim,” the bus arrived at the resort. We are not yet arranging our things but Beck was so excited to swim.

They are all happy and I silently go far a little bit from them. I sat on the seashore.

“The sunset is beautiful, right?” Ma’am Josie uttered from my back. She sat in my side. Then there silence between of us. I don’t want to talk, because I don’t want her to see me crying so I changed my position.

“But you know, sunrise is much beautiful”, she continuously speaking. Maybe she means that there is a hope in every challenge.

And my shameless disappear. I can’t control my tears from fallen.

“Talk to me”, she said “forget that I am your teacher now.”

“Ma’am …” this is the single word I spoken. She embraced me.

And while I’m crying I tell her my problems. I tell that my boyfriend, Ruben passed away because of car accident. She gave me a chance to outspoken my feelings.

“Did you think, Bea….” That death doesn’t mean to lose hope”, I am shock to what she said. And she looked at my eyes.

“Things are happened. Ruben is passed away and yours tears makes him uncomfortable because he saw you crying.

We are still on that position, when I smiled and feel some happiness because there’s no such pain in my heart. Right! There’s a hope.

I stood up and shout, “There’s a hope!” while we are staring at the sunset I turn my eyes to Ms. Locsin face. I notice that there’s a smile in her lips and she is happy.

A month later, Ma’am Josie did not come to our class. They said that she is in the hospital in Manila. She filled a leave.

One day, some teacher was talking about Ma’am Josie and I heard that she passed away after six months of surviving in her illness. On the past three months up to that day, she never told us about her condition.

I stopped walking when I saw that there is a man in Ma’am Josie’s room. I silently enter the room and I see Dr. Raffy who is facing the window and staring at the sunset.

“The sunset is beautiful, right?” then he look at me.

“But sunrise is much beautiful, isn’t it?” I replied and smiled at him. In my heart, I know Ma’am Josie want me to use as a way to give a hope to Dr. Raffy.

“because, it gives another hope”, he softly said. I stepped forward to his placed and embraced him. I let him cry as what Ma’am Josie did to me.

“Doc, did you know that Ma’am Josie will not be happy if she will see you crying.”

Then after a few minutes, DR. Raffy stop crying and have some smile in his lips.

WE left the room happily and we look together at the sunset.

“Tomorrow… I will watch the sunrise, and I know that he will also do.”

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Essay

The Real Me


"If only someone could go beyond the inner recesses
of my souls, then i could manage to change myself the way
I want it to be."

My peers have known me for being a shy, silent, conservative and a very passive individual. But never did they know that I also had trouble getting along with others. There was time in my life that I was a loner. I once secluded myself from anyone's company. Somehow, I have changed a bit, I've got friends now, but they're not enough. Having them did not permit me to unlock the door to my heart. I always think that things are much better when they are kept unsaid.

People would always praise me for my humility. They just don't know how my other side brags about whatever achievements I have had. Seldom would you see me feel neither happy nor triumphant over my accomplishments. But here, I want to show them off to the rest of the world. It’s just that I can’t do it bluntly because I don’t want to ruin the image that had settled in people’s minds that I am this ever-sweet girl who can never be so humble. But the truth is I am boastful, arrogant and proud.

I have never lost any competition. Do you know why? It’s simply because I have never participated in any. I’m afraid to compete for I don’t want to experience the pain and the embarrassment of losing. I’d rather not try than lose for to lose would mean death.

I don’t tell people what I truly feel about them. I just keep it locked inside me. Whenever I’m angry with someone, I would never confront him. My actions would just show my anger. But most of the time, I won’t show them. Instead, I would still treat them nicely and good although I want to explode in anger. I can really become hypocrite whenever I intend to.

I have never uttered the words “I love you” to anyone – not even to my parents, siblings, friends or to anyone dear to me. It’s just so hard to express especially to that someone you’ve chosen to commit your whole being. It seems as if part of me is being taken and that I want to avoid the feeling of being rejected and get hurt in the end. Again, I’d rather not.

I am cheater in the fact that I always think that everything’s going alright, that I can handle my problems well and that I don’t care much if I’m going on the wrong direction. And yes, I am a great pretender. Nobody had ever seen me cry. I want others to see me as an insensitive and a strong built girl who is capable of taking care of things by her.

The more pain I feel, the more I feel depressed and frustrated. There’s no one I can turn to share mi miseries. Of course, there may be some who are always behind me, but I don’t know how to open myself. Not because I don’t trust them, but how can I trust others when I myself don’t know what trust is.

Recently, I thought I found the person who would teach me how to trust. Even if I regarded myself as clever and picky, I didn’t know how I ended up with a fraud. The goddamn messed up my life and became an addition to my frustrations.

I don’t enjoy this kind of situation that I am in now. My heart is filled with mixed emotions: anger, pain, heartaches, sufferings, frustrations, miseries and a thousand else. I think I’m almost at the brink of insanity. I can’t hold on, anytime soon I will fly into a rage. I’m losing grip of reality. I wanted to be outspoken, strong and confident and I wanted to be somebody that I am not. That’s why I envy people who speak of what they feel because they can breathe easily and live life at its fullest, unlike me.

Right now, I do hope that there would be somebody who can figure out my real being. If someone could go beyond the inner recesses of my souls, then I could manage to change myself the way I want it to be.

How I wish that this revelation would lead me to try reaching out to people. All I need is your help and your support. Will you?

Poem

Poverty

Because of you I learned
to face the challenge,
to see the truth,
to stand strong, and to be success.

I work hard to flee from you,
to live at the fullest,
to in cure you and rescue
my life in the darkness.

Through my strength and courage
I fulfill my ambition,
though I am a poor,
of all things.

Poverty!
Are you my inspiration or
my weakness?
Do I need to escape or
allow you?
How would I overcome you?