#5 The Amazing Ming-ming

        At first, I was so confused on what the play was all about. I can’t hardly understand on what was going on between the four characters who were simultaneously speaking all throughout the play. All I knew at first was that Ming-Ming was dead and that she was able to know the truth about the life of her family-her mother, her grandmother and her uncle.

       It was until the middle part of the play that I slowly understand the real situation. Ming-Ming’s mother had two failed marriages. The first one was a marriage fixed by her family with a much older man and was a politician. When she went to Manila to study, she fell in love with an Economics professor. Their relationship was kept secret. Ming-Ming then was the fruit of their forbidden love. However, the professor left the country when he almost died after her soon to be husband knew that they had a relationship. Her pregnancy was kept secret. Next was her arranged marriage with a distant relative. The man believed that the child (Ming-Ming) was adopted.

    I only learned a little about the story of Ming-Mings’s uncle and grandmother. I only knew that they loved each other yet Ming-Ming’s grandmother was married to her lover’s elder bother at the age of 14. The marriage was arranged by her family to end a family feud between a clan with political powers. Ming-Ming’s uncle became a trained guerrilla and lived miserably in the mountains. He stood as a father of Ming-Ming and was so particular with discipline.

     Lastly and most importantly, I also learned the real life story of Ming-Ming. She grew up that she never felt the love of her mother and the man whom she thought as her father. Her grandmother was the only person whom she can run to. When she left to study, she was never a good student. She learned mean things that some teenagers nowadays also do. Sad to say, she was commanded to return home and then she was kept and locked in a cold dark room for a long period of time. With her stay in that room, the only person she considered as her “friend” was a shadow who sends her meal from time to time. Her “friend” was a guy with a gun in his waist that shimmers in her dark room. Being alone in the room might be the reason why there came a day that her so called “friend” was dead on top of her. She drank valium and alcohol that caused her death. 

   

       As a whole, the play was so amazing and well presented. Even though I was confused in the beginning part, when I started to understand it, I realized how wonderful it was. The play was presented artistically and uniquely. The only thing that marked in my mind was that Ming-Ming was able to know all the truths, her family’s unrevealed secrets and the reasons why she died, only when she already died. She was only given the chance to listen to her mother, grandmother and uncle only when she died. I imagined that what if Ming-Ming never died, could she still know the truth behind her family’s past? Generally, the characters portrayed on how they were able to deal with love and liberty.

#4 “Some Days Stay Gold Forever”

                It was on the 24^th of March year 2012 when my high school days officially ended. It was my special day and one of the most memorable days in my life. It was the day of my graduation.

with the top 5 students :)

                It was a bright sunny day and it was an ordinary day like any other day. I woke up that morning with a big question in my mind, “What seems so special about this day?” and “Is this day even special?” Before taking a bath, I first cleaned my ears and trimmed my finger nails and prepared my shoes, dress, toga and cap, and those necessary stuffs and put them on my bag. I, together with my sister, left the house around 10:30 A.M. because we will be going to a salon to have my make up and get my hair relaxed. We then ate our lunch at Big Ben and immediately went to La Salle so that I can change. When everything was already settled, I went to the Jubilee Plaza where most of my fellow graduates stayed. We did a lot of picture taking, we praised each other of how handsome and pretty we were, we hugged each other of how grateful we were and we talked about what will happen next.

posing with my classmates :D

                The program started beyond 4:00 in the afternoon. I was so excited to march in the aisle but when I was able to do so, I felt so nervous because there were a lot of people who filled the gymnasium and might be staring at me at that very moment. The program went on. The distribution of diplomas followed that took so long since 272 students graduated. Then my name was called and I received my diploma and my medal for the loyalty award and then bowed at the center just in front of the big crowd. When the recognition of honors and awards followed, I felt so happy when my name was called as the third honorable mention and then one of the Jose Rizal Honors’ Society awardees of the graduating batch. My parents went to the stage with tears in their eyes as a sign of joy and I know that they were proud of me for receiving an award that I have been working hard. Before they left, they kissed me, a kiss full of love.

awarding :]

                After the program, we did a lot of family picture taking.  My guest, a very close friend of mine, was also there to take pictures with us. I was also able to exchange hugs and kisses and farewells with my best friends. I cried a bit knowing that for almost three years of being together, we will be separated. After a while, we parted with each other so that we can celebrate with our own family. It was not really a special celebration but it was still a perfect one. We just ate at Tita Fannies. We ate a lot knowing that the program lasted for almost five hours. We then went home after dinner. Sad to say, our celebration was not complete since one of my sisters was not with us because she was in Manila.

with my best friends <3

with my family <3

my achievements

                My graduation is the best! It was the day that my hardships and sacrifices really paid off. It was the day that my achievements were recognized. However, I missed my high school days being here in college. I am in the process of adjusting myself in the new environment. I just enjoy every second as I always did in high school and as the song goes, “ Some days stay gold forever…”

               

#3

"Their" Real Existence

If someone asks me if I believe that the dead communicate the living, my answer would be practically a yes and a no. No because first and foremost, I haven’t experienced that someone dead wants to talk to me or wants to convey a message and I am not hoping that it will happen. However, there’s also a part of me that answers yes. Based on some the books I have read and some movies I have watched, ghosts, spirits or souls really do exist in the living world. Dead people who returns are the ones who most likely to communicate and disturbs human beings. Someone might feel glad because his/her departed loved one communicates to them but usually almost all will feel really scared to experience a moment like that. Memories are also reminisced when a dead communicates. 

        Honestly speaking, I easily get scared when stuffs are getting creepy especially when I am all alone at night or even in day time. Every time I experience being afraid, what I often do is to pray the Lord's Prayer and Hail Mary believing that bad spirits will be driven away by the prayers I recited. Also, when others say about their scary encounters, I easily get afraid that I even imagine myself experiencing the same encounter and that what probably am I going to do at that moment. Often, I also have scary dreams and nightmares. 

        Whether these ghosts and spirits stuffs are true or not, I have been hoping and still hoping 'til now that they do not exist in our world. 

#2

It's All About the Real Me 

          I was totally called human when I started to exist in this world and it was on the 7^th day of February year 1995, the day when I was born. I am the third of the six children of Edwin Jumawan Tayros and Aida Gaid Tayros. 

My favorite pastime is watching television. I am not a studious type person and I think I will become one just because I am a college student now. I love playing volleyball. I have been playing this sport since my first year in high school but it was on my junior year that I realized that playing volleyball became my passion. I also love playing Ultimate Frisbee. I learned not only how to play but I also learned to make new friends and to make new teams after joining this kind of sports.

Others may say that I am a strict person but I guess I am not. Others also say that I am a silent person but honestly, I talk and laugh too much. But I guess I can describe myself with just only one word-simple. I don’t care if others judge me. I don’t care on what others might think and say about me. If they judge me, then go. I hope they can justify their opinions about me because for me, whatever I do and say reflects who really I am and one thing I am sure of is that I will never change for them. 

In my early years, I had been a silent and shameful type of person who wanted to be alone. However, everything changes when I got my new circle of friends, whom I called best friends. My best friends are Jamedah, Suai, Sittie Ayman, Mary Grace and Kyla. I really do love my best friends despite our differences in religion, our cultures and traditions, our likes and dislikes and most especially our personalities and attitudes. We are six in the group and we called ourselves BAMPYS which stands for Boys, Anime, Manga, Parties, Yema and Sports. I am so grateful to have them not just because they are my best friends but also they are my sisters, comforters and advisers. They were with me during my ups and downs and me with them during theirs. Unfortunately, we were separated during college and I know for the fact that each one of us will have new companions. It might be sad but we’ll take it positively and at this point, what matters most is on how far and how united we are to keep our bond and our friendship stronger.

I was not born in a well-off family yet I am raised very well by my parents. My family is poor and in fact my father is a maintenance personnel in La Salle Academy and my mother’s a housekeeper. Obviously, my father works to feed eight mouths. However, it was still a blessing for me that my father works at La Salle Academy because I studied there since kindergarten until high school. I studied in La Salle in twelve years being a scholar student.

Most of the people say that Lasallians are rich for the fact that LSA has a high tuition fee but it’s not true for me and for some. I have studied there for twelve years and within these years, every day is a struggling day. My family had a lot of problems most especially on what to eat this day and what about tomorrow? How can we buy this and that if we had only little money or if we have no money at all? Luckily with the guidance of God, my family was able to surpass those problems. I am also blessed that my classmates and friends and even my teachers and my mentors understand the situation of my family and that they were able to help and support me. 

Honestly, my father is my inspiration. He is the source of my courage and strength to face each day of my life. There were times that I saw my father working around the campus and all I can feel is how proud I am to have him as my father. All my achievements in life, I offer them to my father. I strived and studied hard to repay his love and sacrifices for us. I am so happy that I achieved a lot because I have him, my beloved father. I belonged to the top ten of our graduating batch in elementary, I joined the volleyball team for girls in high school, I became a sports writer and editor-in-chief in our campus newsletter, I joined some on and off campus competitions and luckily won, and I graduated third honorable mention in high school. Lastly, I was so blessed and thankful that I passed the DOST Scholarship. Behind these achievements are a million thanks to the person I loved the most, my father. With his presence in my life, I will still be continuing to aim high like an eagle ready to surpass the strong winds, the obstacles in life.

Being here in college is really a big challenge for me and for others as well. Being here in a new environment is too hard yet I want to prove myself that whatever happens, I want to stand on my own feet and face the struggles of my everyday life. I know that a lot of hindrances, obstacles and problems will come but I know for the fact that God is with me and nothing will be impossible with Him and the least thing I can do is to work hard and to be true to myself.

#1

I Stopped Saying "Thank You" to my Parents

I was thinking about someone whom I stop thanking with. Honestly, my parents are the persons I forgot to thank. I was thinking that no matter how my parents did good things for me as much as others do, I intend to stop to say ”Thank You” to them.

        I just realized on how foolish I am by not thanking my parents, my own flesh and blood. It’s really that ironic that I was able to gratify other people yet I haven’t to my parents. The thought that came into my mind is that I was able to stop thanking them because of some reasons like I am just ashamed to do so, afraid that I won’t get any response from them and a feeling of awkwardness might happen.

        Not that I am not proud of my parents, not that I was not raised very well by them and not that I haven’t even said “Thank you to them ever since. It’s just that I have no guts to say these two magical words, “Thank You”, to them.  Honestly, the only time that I can only thank them is that when there’s an activity at school like Tribute to Parents, Parent-Child Activity and the like and the sad thing about it was that I can only thank them through letters. But deep inside me, I want to thank them personally yet my mouth cannot speak. And one thing that I am sure of is that I am not that brave enough to do even a simple thing for my own parents.

        From this point, I just realized what a mean daughter and person I am. I dared to thank other people yet I even cannot thank my own parents. A feeling of regret arouse within me. Deep inside, I want to shout to the whole world how thankful and grateful I am to my parents for making each second of my life meaningful but I just couldn’t do it. I just learned that special persons like them deserve to be thankful with. It’s never too late to change and I can prove to myself that I can say “Thank You” to my parents again at the right place and at the right time and I believe about the song, “Some days stay gold forever…”

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