Young Love.

It was 8:00 pm. Dinnertime was over. The dishes were done, the Tables were clean and everything was in its right place. Everyone was either watching TV or minding their own business. While I, on the other hand, was busy trying to sneak out, trying to quietly close the door so no one would hear. My heart was pounding so loud my own ears could hear it, my hands were trembling nervously as I held the knob and closed the door behind me. At that instant, I jumped over the fence and ran as far as my feet could take me. I knew I was going to get in trouble, but I didn't care, It was too late to turn back anyway.

I was running towards our meeting place, that park behind her house. My foot treads and my heart was thumping in unison. The moon seemed to be following me, looking at me, as if blessing me on my daring deed. The stars were nodding with approval and support, cheering me on. The winds were calm, and the trees swaying to the gentle breeze. The road was empty, and so was my heart. I needed to see her tonight, there wasn't any time better than tonight. My heart was aching for a glimpse, even just for a second. I was racing towards the park, holding on to her promise she'd be there.

I arrive. The lamppost was glowing red, reminiscent of the red sun. I catch my breath for a second, let Oxygen catch up with me. Wiping the sweat off my brow, I was Trying to calm down. Where could she be? What's taking her too long? I was trying to be patient, even if I know they could be looking for me any second now. Then I heard footsteps. From the shadows I find someone walking on the stone pathway behind me. I knew that face. Without warning, we ran towards each other and clutched each others' waists. We kissed like we'll never see each other again. That minute felt like eternity, an eternity where I'd like to stay in. I lift her and spin her around, and kiss her once more. With her touching my face, it melted the anger in my heart. My prepared sermon was reduced to saying "I love you. I'm sorry". I felt her tears touching my cheeks, as she reciprocated the same words. It was perfection, a glimpse of heaven in my arms. But my stay in heaven was going to be cut short.

Someone was shouting her name, frantically running towards us. "Who is that you're with? Get back here this instant!" It was her grandmother. This was not a beautiful sight. No warm welcomes and pleasantries. Without warning, we ran. We ran away from her, laughing. Laughing at our foolishness, laughing at her at the same time. Reckless at it may seem, we didn't care. We ran even though we know we'll get in trouble. We ran away from Logic, We ran from away from Walls. We ran away from the world. It was only she and Me. Nobody else.

Looking back, Young Love was so good. Where age didn't matter, where money or social status was no object, where priorities were not necessary, where time was abundant, where friendship was the cornerstone, and. where gossip was nowhere to be heard.

Where it was all about Love.
Nothing else. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Next. Part Trois.

Tuesday, 28th of July, 2009.
I was sick since Saturday and didn't attend school until Wednesday. Turns out, Theology week was around the corner, and I was nominated by the 2COE1 class of THEO03 to be the Essay Writing Contest Representative. I was very flattered, of course, and very surprised to know that they knew I "wrote stuff". I was going to defend my "title(?)" as "Essay Writing Contest Winner" (WTF, that sounded lame). As soon as I got back to school, July 30th, I asked Ma'am Clarence about it. And I was given the Theme:

"Dominikanong Pinunong Lingkod:
Tagapagpalaganap ng Katotohanan at Kapayapaan sa Sang Katauhan."

Yeah. Letran loves this Tagalog thingy-s. Another WTF! moment. Like I did before, I began deconstructing and reconstructing the statement and translated it into English.
So, my closest translation was:

"The Dominican Servant-Leader:
Herald of Truth and Peace to (Humanity/Society/Mankind)"

So there. I started working on it. It is by far, the HARDEST piece to write about. I cannot elaborate it much, for it is already self-explanatory (and the typical "giving examples" isn't really my style). So, i made a critique of it. I emphasized the role of a Leader in current Society and current events. And also, that a LEADER should be a SERVANT. I learned in THEO2 that Jesus was a King, yet he Served! He was a Leader, but he Followed. I didn't care about the Dominican thing much, as it isn't really important in my opinion. Anyone, regardless of Religious Sect, Race or Gender, should understand their roles as Leaders and Servants.

The Essay was on Tuesday, August 11, and I was not really ready for it. I sat and wrote, two whole pages, but it still wasn't enough. Turns out, there was a unwritten rule that you can only have 2 papers, but I contested that It was not written in the Mechanics and that a writer should be "free" on how long he wants to express his Ideals. I convinced them and let me continue on another paper. I had the longest essay in the Contest, I was the only one who had multiple papers. The Latter part of my Essay kinda broke down, i was writing in circles and repeated too many cheezy "Pro-Letran" statements. (*ugh*)

I recieved word about the Awarding Ceremonies on Thursday, August 13, but I wasn't able to attend (probably I was too busy hanging out with friends). I just planned to ask one of the Professors next time. I was hanging 'round ICST building (harrasing passers-by), when i saw Ma'am Maningas, my THEO2 Professor. I asked her about the contest and told me (she thinks) I won. But I checked the Posts and asked around, there wasn't any proof yet.

So Friday, August 19, I asked Ma'am Clarence about it. And Yes, I Won. I Won... Second Place. I was quite surprised i won but dismayed that I didn't achieve three consecutive wins. I recieved an Envelope with something in it. I was even more surprised and dismayed when i found out what was inside. A small box of assorted mini school supplies, a magic pencil (if you grew up in the Philippines, you probably know what that is) and 3 colored pentel pens.

Yes, another WTF! moment. Honestly, i felt kinda insulted, as i think i deserve even just a certificate. I was not after money or anything, but i just wanted some proof that i entered this contest and won second place. Maybe it was even better if they gave me nothing at all. I'm not being a primma donna, i know i should be thankful, but knowing how much heart and soul i pour in every piece i write, it just feels it wasn't worth the effort. Well, life's like that.

I still hope there will be a Next. Part Quatre, though.
I'll never stop, Coz I can never stop.

Past. AAM.
Present. Letran.
Next. The World (still dreaming.)

See Ya 'round.

*Thanks to EVERYONE who gave their support and prayers and to those who believe and STILL believe in ME. I LOVE Y'ALL. PEAYCE.*

~Migs.Miggy.

Trial By Fire.

Run, We Run.
Never gonna look back,
Never gonna Stop.
Run, as fast as we can.
Running from each other.
Running from ourselves again.

We're the ones who stay away,
but we're the ones who get hurt.
We're the ones who set the flame,
but we're the ones who get burned.

In this Trial by Fire,
the plans have backfired,
the tables have turned.
We try to hurt the ones we love,
but end up hurting ourselves more.

We put some space between us,
this distance is what we need.
If I stay with you,
My heart will just bleed.

* I can't write anymore.
I've been stuck at this piece for so long that I've given up.
This is a Trial by Fire. All that's left to do is burn.*