Guitar!

On December 19, 2012 at around 11 pm in the evening where in America it is 7 am Louise; my friend, asked for my help through skype. Troubled on how she could reach the other frets with her pinkie.

"Good Morning. Watcha’ doin’?" I asked.

"Good Evening...trying to learn on how to

play this guitar of mine." Louise replied.

"Want me to teach you?" I suggested.

"YES PLEASE!” Louise exclaimed.

" So... What part is hard for you?" I

asked.

“My pinkie’s too short to reach this part of the fret board.." Louise growled.

“You should stretch your fingers by pushing it against the guitars’ neck.” Said I.

“Okay. Thanks. I gotta go. Mum’s calling me to help in cooking.” Louise said. Changing her tone 

from cheery to gloomy.

Surreptitious Meanings

The ever so famous Mona Lisa has once again intrigued our minds. Everyone questioned - "Who is Mona Lisa?". What makes her so unique? So precious? and so expensive? What secret does it try to hide? All of these are now answered and compiled and is to be remembered. But what are those?

The smile. One of the most peculiar one's they've encountered. Saying that it showed six different emotions. The face itself, that somewhat reflects the image of the painter himself. Other researches have also mentioned that Mona Lisa and Leonardo had a special rapport. After several years; close to present, researchers have concluded that Mona Lisa had an ailment that made her smile seemed to look different. Her right side of the body was somewhat paralyzed.While with the paintings worth? It is no doubt worth tons of money. After getting stolen and all the other things that happened to it. It is a very lucky painting, since till this very day it is still in one piece.

Mona Lisa. Known to be one of the best paintings to be created by mankind. Not only because it is created by a known artist but also because it tells different stories. Stories that we could relate to our past.

Young Vincent and I

How would it feel to be toured or just to end the day with a historical person that you admire? If not admire, someone who you think you should know more?

Flashing back to the past, in the 19th century is where I met a young Vincent Willem Van Gogh. A thirteen year old lad in the town of Zundert in Netherlands is currently playing with paints on the sidewalk. Curious. I watched him until he felt paranoid and turned his back to me. Questioning glares were thrown back to me. He looked at me in a distinctive way.

"Have I done something to catch your attention? Or is it just that you think that I'm a queer boy or sort of bizarre kid?" A cold tone was what I heard from him.

"No not at all." I gave him a friendly smile. "In fact I find your work somewhat ravishing. Unique."

   He finally met my eyes and his eyes somewhat brightened. 

"What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter, and then the painting." Surprised I am. A 13 year-old lad speaking such ingenious quotes as if I were like talking to an elderly.

  He left me speechless for words. I then shifted my daze to his work which seemed like a doodle and not an actual work.

"It's nice." Was all I could think of saying to him. It's someone's point-of-view overlooking at the city at night and seeing the bright stars and the moon in a cool and breezy looking night.

"Starry, Starry Night" I murmured.

"That's a nice title. I could use that." Vincent stood beside me. "Say. Would you want a tour?" The young lad that seemed to be older than me because of his actions suggested he'd tour me around.

We started walking. 

"Where's your place?" I curiously asked.

"Our house is at Main Street, Markt 29." Not being familiar with Netherlands (especially in the 19th century) i just nodded.

We reached our destination. I stumbled upon two buildings.

"This is our house over here." He walks to were the door is.

"What about that tall red building over there? Is it another house of yours?" I persistently asked.

"Van Gogh's church." He blankly said.

"Vincent, brought a friend?" A somewhat older looking Vincent stood in front of us.

"Theo, this is..."

"Kim" I smiled. "Nice meeting you."

"And she's no friend. I just met her a while ago at Breda." Breda? Perhaps it's the place where I saw him.

"But my dear brother, it is unusual for you to be talking to strangers. Is it not." His brother Theo seems to be nice.

Vincent pauses. It made him think of what his brother just said.

"I guess...you're right."

We head to his room where paintings are placed everywhere. I noticed that most of them expressed too much emotion. Such opaque colours were used.

"Sad." Vincent started. "All my paintings depicts my feelings. When I feel such pain throbbing my heart I always pick a brush and just paint my heart out."

The day ended with Vincent and I talking about his paintings. One-by-one. I didn't got bored since art is art and I love art. What bothered me was the way he makes his paintings. Full of agonizing stories. It seems like he has made a future for himself since he tends to isolate his self from the others unconsciously. What if I was his friend? What would happen to the so called Aloof and Queer child of the Van Gogh family. 

What I've noticed. Most of us; yes including me, artists find it hard to express ourselves through words. Instead we take a pencil or a brush and start making something. I guess, I just feel like I can explain things more through what my mind sees. There's just something words can't completely adhere. Just like what Einstein said - "Imagination is more important than Knowledge."

10 Silhouettes of Violations

     We have our own dark secrets. And some of these are the violations we have committed. Admit it or not we all have done something unnecessary to society. At some times these traits of ours depict something in us that sometimes even we; ourselves, can't explain. 

    Silhouettes. It is defined as 'shadowed contour' or just simply as a shadow. A shadow appears when there is light and grows as the light moves in a different angle. The shadow is that gloomy feeling that anyone can feel. The light is that confident and zeal part of someone. But in every success tells a different story.

    The Valley of Violation. Filled with violations that I have committed. A summarization of what I believe I have done in the past 15 years of my entire existence. Many would question this violations. Especially the last part;because even I - myself, am not sure of it but I feel it.

    Cheating. First part of the valley. This is where mortals feel a 100% guilt in themselves. Cheating is a usual trait in every student. Guarded by the so called 'Judiciousness'.  Covered with dark clothes (still signifying the shadow) and eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you go, even without them moving it. They stand on top of the what seems to be a broken stone bridge. Two of them at the two ends guarding anyone who wishes to escape while the other is on top - making the overview. Anyone who passes the boundaries shall feel that burnt in their eyes even if there is really no fire is set to it.

   Tardiness. Moves and reacts slowly. I feel such tardiness in the way I think. And I believe that it is something not worth having. This part of the valley is guarded by a tall bulky man with horns as long as a bulls'. A friend of the Minotaur's. The mortals are to 'run' endlessly in the steep stairs. If one were to stop he'd feel the horns attack him at the back.

   Clutter. To be placed in one of the hollow holes. Filled with all the mess that you made ever since you lived. And is to be cleaned by that same person. There are no guards since it is too deep that only wall climbing creatures can come out.

   Carelessness. They are to walk endlessly on the string like path. They must not be 'careless for they might fall and repeat. None has so far succeeded. No guards are assigned, since it is not needed.

  Offensive Words. Speaking or telling things direct or indirectly offensive. With closed mouths they are to be trapped in the skulls. With small space they are sure to feel that 'I-don't-want' feeling. Hands are tied together to make sure that none shall hurt each other verbally nor physically.

   Lost of Confidence. No such punishment is placed since it is not their fault for being pushed down but for not trying, they are to stand individually at each post in the valley for everyone to see them.

   Slight Lose of Hope. The ground is shaking like there's a earthquake with a magnitude of 10. If one loses hope in living their feet are forced to walk off and let themselves fall in a what feels like eternity but is really just a split second then they will quickly go back.

   The eight path is Sadness. It has three barriers namely:

• Seclusion - when one has felt too much miserableness they seclude themselves from everyone. Not wanting to make 'contact'.
• Apathetic - losing of interest on anything or even anyone. And slowly has the feeling of dying since they have that thought that their lifeless.
• Neglect - losses all the caring towards others; even oneself. 

   Forlorn. Sad, miserable, dejected, despondent, unhappy, hopeless, desperate. All those combined.
   Lastly is the Minor Sanity. Trapped in a dark empty room. Away from anything and anyone. Sadness overfills the mortal that makes one want to feel insane. Feels all that miserable thing and wanting to hurt oneself and shall not hesitate to if he sees any sharp object. Though having a minor sanity, one still has that hesitation in suiciding since he is still in the right thinking.

   10 violations that I myself have experienced. And from one to be free of all of these struggles is to find that light that will and can guide us to a straighter, much brighter path.

   
    

Imagination - Our Limitation

Dear Nikk,

     Days have passed and it becomes more vague whenever I don't think of you. It's as if - my life was incomplete; like what others say. The rain might pass but it won't erase my memories of you. The sun may shine but I'm sure your smiles shine brighter. I love you for who you are and there's nothing more to it. Whatever promises you make I'll believe because for us nothing's impossible. If you wanted to give me the stars, you'll light up some paper lamps for me. If you wanted to give me nature you'll make a garden for me. There's always possibilities to all of your promises and wishes for me. Though my only wish right now is that you promise me that'll you'll never ever leave my side and I'll never leave yours. Everyday and every night we'll both be looking at the great big sky and I pray that someday I'll be waking up with you in your arms and grow old with you. We might have misunderstandings but you'll always be there by my side. 

But what I would really want is for you to come real. Flesh. Not just a figment of my imagination. To be able to feel such warmness in those wide arms of yours and to be able to hear your voice, that would surely complete the day. Your glimmering eyes that makes me stare and your glistening smile that lights up my world. 

Because all I ever wanted was a lad like you. Someone who'd stand out not because of he's flawless looks nor his outstanding skills but because he has a pure heart that'll be able to melt mine. A heart so pure, so kind and so fragile yet sympathetic. A lad who knows how to treat a lass fairly and pleasantly.

There's nothing more to say nor to tell. We are quite aware of who we are and what we're capable of. We trust and love each other and that's all there's to it.

Lovingly yours,

Kim <3

*if only you were real

My Teacher, My Hero

    All throughout our years, we've encountered several people. One of these persons are our teachers. They've been with us every year and every year new sets of teachers are being shown to us. But for me they're not just teachers because within that one year I have felt what this one teacher really means to me. It's  something that I've never felt from any teacher before, because since kinder I've been treated differently but last year was something different.

  Ma'am Elain for me is an adviser, a friend, a second mum and a comforter. To be honest on the first day of stepping into that second floor, which was the second years place made me think. How's our adviser going to be? Since, like last year I didn't really feel the student-adviser bond that much since our adviser's always too busy. I thought that this year I would like to impress our adviser but of course in a good way. I wanted to do such an act because I love the sight of teachers having their trust on me. For me, knowing that a certain teacher has given their faith and already has good expectations on you makes me really happy. But of course with all the impressing and all. I don't really intend to be like a teachers pet because I wouldn't really like to be called sip-sip or anything, though I know those kind of situations or thoughts from other students can't be help.

   Like how I would usually act, I take on responsibilities none of my classmates might take. That's how I normally perform in class. Like this third year, especially in subjects I could easily understand like English. My classmates keep on raising their hands whenever they feel like it but whenever a question pops out and only a few knows like one or two students I never hesitate to raise my hand and answer. So in that year I was like the assistant of the vice president, if  I were to rank myself; even though I'm only an auditor and I don't do much (because i don't really know how an auditor works).

   The first semester was fine and I had fun but then on the second semester; which was also at the end of fourth grading, something changed in the room. That change made me break into tears, some might say it was because I was caught doing this but it wasn't, there was a deeper meaning to it. Ma'am talked to the class about it, I just cried (just thinking of it now still makes me want to cry) there and didn't really say anything. I wouldn't say I was in the good side or bad side but all I can say is that it's life and life's full of circumstances and stuff.

   During those times, even though ma'am didn't actually spoke to me directly I knew that she was concern. Though it's not only because of that incident why I chose her. There are many times that I get along with her and I saw a bond and not just a mere teacher-student. Everything that happened last year was like a kaleidoscopic burst of emotions but in total it was fine. At least that year I have met a teacher that treated me differently and kept the class together.

  If I were to choose another teacher to place here I would but love to but we we're only allowed to place one. Though I'd like to thank all of my teachers for being here for us throughout the year and the pasts years. And to all of our advisers who had patience in guiding us.

To Be or Not To Be?

                                >disclaimer<

To be or not to be? That is the question

Whether your heart is troubled

Or full of ecstasy I'll never know

But I presume it's also full of sorrows

I believe so

To be or not to be? That is the question

It's the thought that confuses the mind

It's the doubt that you feel

That labyrinth in your head

That conscience telling you things you should or shouldn't 

To be or not be? A question getting too cliche

Are you really you or are you not?

Do you detest or praise thyself?

Whatever it is in your mind

Never forget to choose whats right.

Reaction: Comedy of Errors

     Another outstanding masterpiece of Shakespeare the ' Comedy of Errors'. What lies behind the title? Everyone is sure that it'll be a comedy but what errors are in it? This week classmates of mine have reported the story and some reactions need to be told.

    In reporting a play, everyone must consider the background of the said play. Was it originally Shakespeare's  idea? or was it someone else'?  Questions that we're in my mind after they've reported it, which was a shame that I didn't even got to ask it to them.  

    From the group, I saw that there were only two people who really understood the story and some not quite. The way they reported in front of the class was somewhat boring. Boring, meaning it's the usual thing everyone does. Read the one on the power point. That's it. For me that kind of way is getting to cliche, can't they all think of another was to report their work? It's not that I'm saying it's a terrible one, but, it's just that it's like wheel that goes round and round over and over.

   But in total, they somewhat reported well. I can't quite say anymore because we might do the same mistakes and who knows' what they'll say. An opinion is an opinion. But honestly, I believe they can do better well like I usually say c'est la vie.

NCAE

   First of all what's the NCAE for? Why did DepEd even bother to make this kind of test? What would it do or what help would it be to us students? These are some questions that a normal person would ask if he had no idea on that kind of test.

   A certain day was allotted for the third year students to take the NCAE ( National Career Assessment Examination). We were all alphabetized according to surname. And everyone was quite curious on the test that was about to be given to us. No one got anxious and no one even studied, since no one actually told us to get ready that hard. Everyone was just told to be mentally prepared and take the exam seriously since it was an exam to know the field that you're good at.

   I, myself, fully know the field that I'm somewhat good at. Why somewhat? It's because I can't say that I'm fully mastered with that subject but I can cope up. But honestly, my real field is in the field of arts. Arts is where I can fully express myself. It can be in a form of poetry, a story, a comic or a simple sketch or painting, it could also be in a form of song or if possible in a dance. 

   So as we took the examination I read and flipped through the pages quickly. As I reach the math part, I tried to answer most of the parts till I reach the last ten to fifteen numbers I gave up thinking and just guessed the answers. Well I read the problems but the answer just won't get in my mind. And as I reached the OIISSS, a 200 and plus question; well actually situations were given. Most of my answers were still in the field of arts and less on the field on science and non in the other categories, well maybe some on the health part.

   To be in a science high school requires a science field or math.While my chosen field isn't. I can't help it, though I try my best to cope up with the other subjects especially math and with the NCAE I hope that my chosen field would be the result. It may not be a science related subject but at least it's want.

Intrams, Fight of the Fittest

    Sports. It's a favorite event of anyone who's physically and mentally fit, well, actually someone who's just fond of getting energized. And just this past few days London has once again had its "Olympics". Olympics is an event wherein athletes from around the world compete. They compete with one goal in mind, to be first. 

   Like here in our school an annual event has also occurred, and it's called the Intramurals or Intrams.Wherein all students from each year level perform the sport that they've chosen. Like what I've chosen, Shot put, it was the only sport left on the girls list and I had no choice. I was somewhat curious of the sport yet bummed out since it's a sport where in your arm strength is tested. Yet, the ball used in this sport is heavy and I'm a bit weak in that part, but oh well. After a few days it'll begin, the Intrams. 

   How was the intrams for me? How did I felt while being at my chosen sport? And most of all, what really happened that day? Questions that would probably ponder our minds and what did I really do that day? I mean, to be honest I'm not a big fan of sport but I wouldn't say that I hate it or anything I'm just not that interested.

   It was a two day event and as usual I got bored. I think I enjoyed cleaning the room, rather than playing. Besides the noise from the screeching crowd ( which I really dislike since my ear becomes sensitive), I kept on having the feeling of isolation. It was really a good time to lay back and sleep in the room to be honest but I can't since we have to support our year level.

  When the second day arrived it was time for the other events; including the throwing events which includes shot put. At first I didn't feel any tense but as soon as they called my name my body began to somewhat shiver. As I threw that small yet heavy ball my shoulder shivered too and after those three trials the result fourth place. "Oh well" are the words I sighed to myself. I wasn't really that prepared or anything at least now I know how it feels to throw something that heavy and besides, my other competitors are a lot healthier than me. So it's like they say 'All's well that ends well'.

   I wasn't really expecting to be first, hence, the experience. I didn't exactly enjoy everything but at least I learned something new from what I've done and I'm satisfied with that. Others may say that they had fun or the opposite of that but for me all I care is that we did have fun in our own little ways. That two days was enough to keep us energized while having fun.