Wednesday, March 30, 2011

--Charie Rivera--more than just a teacher--

                 I was about to blog about this earlier, but I didn’t have the time—or maybe even the courage—to do so. It’s been less than a year now, and today, I suddenly thought of Ma’am Charie Rivera.


She was my former teacher back in high school. I suppose I was one of the people who knew her a little less than others, but from what I remember of her, I can definitely say she was one of the most amazing people I have ever known. Aside from being kind-hearted, she was also one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. I truly admired and respected her. She wasn’t just a teacher—she was like a mother to many of her students.


She was only my teacher for one semester, but in that short period of time, she touched my life in ways I never expected. I remember when we were about to enter our fourth year, some of my classmates told me that Ma’am Charie would be leaving the school—and, of course, leaving us, too. They said she wanted to return to Pampanga, where her family lived, to spend more time with them.


I still vividly remember that moment—the classroom suddenly filled with tears as students expressed how much they would miss her, and she, in turn, shared the same sentiments. At the time, I couldn’t fully understand why she had to leave so suddenly. I had questions I couldn’t even put into words, and I never got the chance to ask them. All I could do was respect her decision and wish her well.


Even after she moved to Pampanga, she stayed in touch with many of her students. Some of my classmates continued communicating with her. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to text her often since we used different networks, but I did send her messages once in a while.


Two years later, something strange happened—I had a dream about her. It was so vivid yet hard to understand. The dream was filled with happy and emotional moments, with hugs and kisses. All I could think was, “Aww, Ma’am Charie… I miss you…” I even told my friend about it the next morning, saying, “Hey, I had a dream about my favorite high school teacher. It was kind of creepy because it came out of nowhere.”


Then, just two days after that dream, I was hit with shocking news—I was told that Ma’am Charie had passed away. For a moment, I couldn’t move. I felt numb. My mind kept rejecting it. “No, that can’t be right… I just dreamed about her… Maybe you got it wrong?” But after a while, reality sank in. That’s when I finally understood the answers to all the questions I once had. That’s why she had to leave for Pampanga. That’s why she wanted to spend more time with her family.


It was so unexpected. I don’t even know if she told anyone about it.


Now, all I can do is hope and pray that she is in a better place, with God, surrounded by the happiness she truly deserved. I know she is watching over us, the students she loved so much.


Ma’am Charie, thank you for everything you brought into my life. Thank you for all the lessons, kindness, and love. I love you so much, and I always will.


Sunday, March 20, 2011

Project Management


 

(BTS Pictures --During the Video Presentation)

Kudos to all of us!

Luckily and thankfully we won as the BEST Movie Project.

Thanks to our Project Adviser for pressuring us and encouraging
us at the same time, hehe otherwise we couldn't make it so well.:D

Kudos to everybody who did there respective role so well. :)


Kudos to our Video Editor for Job well done! Congrats to us AJ! :)
I'm wearing a shades
because I just cried during that time. hehe! Ssssssh.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Project Management 1





 

The Making of the MV (BTS)
~ONE-DAY shoot~
*^~^*

The MAIN characters ^_~
The TimeLess Band ^^;

Aaron,me,Vincent,Beverlyn
   













Monday, November 22, 2010

Desaparecidos

"The disappeared cannot cry out for justice..
it is the duty of the living to do so for them"

Since 2001 there are over more than 800 who have disappeared, forcefully abducted, allegedly killed, detained and tortured almost all have yet to be found..

There are over a hundred political prisoners in jail, and detainees continue to be tortured and miss treated during interrogations.The security forces have been responsible for a number of forced "disappearances" and extra-judicial executions, while private security forces and unidentified armed men have responsible for the killings and harassment of civilians in the context of land disputes.


Friday, July 30, 2010

Second Year College



Grace Harbour Pavilion @ Governor Fortunato Halili Avenue,
 Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan.

Grace Harbour Pavilion @ Governor Fortunato Halili Avenue,
 Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan.
Grace Harbour Pavilion @ Governor Fortunato Halili Avenue,
 Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria, Bulacan.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Bon Voyage Kane


​​ It was heartbreaking. Emotionally devastating—one that will probably stay with me forever. How could it not be? You were my best friend. It’s even sadder to say that in the past tense. I still don’t know how long it will take for me to truly accept that you’re gone—gone too soon, but never from my heart and soul.


Our friendship was something special, something worth keeping forever. I am so grateful for the moments we spent together. Even now, I still wonder how we even became friends—you, so pretty and popular, while I looked like a couch potato. But thankfully, you were an oddball. And so am I. We were like two peas in a pod. Maybe that’s why we clicked in the first place—because there were things only we could understand, things others might have found bizarre.


To be honest, I don’t know how I will go on without feeling some level of guilt. I keep asking myself, Why? Why did it happen? Am I partly to blame? How did I miss the signs? Could I have saved you if I had figured it out sooner? If I had just been there, would I have been able to stop you? How could I have been so oblivious to your struggles? Was your first attempt already a cry for help? Was I really blinded, or were you just too good at pretending? So many questions left unanswered.


I’m going to especially miss our exchanged letters during our in-between classes—so old-school. I wonder what it would be like if you were still here. Would our inboxes be overflowing with messages? Probably. It’s nice to imagine, even though I know it’s impossible. And those letters? I still have them. They are some of my most treasured possessions.


Kane was like my vitamin—or maybe that’s what we were for each other. I hate that people have so many opinions about what happened (I don’t even know how to address what happened). Maybe you thought it was the best choice in that moment, during your struggles. And that breaks my heart because I can only imagine how difficult it must have been for you.


I miss you, Kane. I will always think of you. Wherever you are, I only wish you happiness.


Thank you for everything. Thank you for the friendship, even though it was short-lived.




"it's not about me no longer having you in my life, its about me feeling guilty that i didn't know you were suffering."


   

Friday, April 16, 2010

"why do I have to be so sad"

      

I feel like I’m upside down—smiling, pretending to be happy just to avoid questions. I already feel sad, and on top of that, there are people around me doing random, annoying things as if they need attention—when I’m not even in the mood to talk to anyone. It’s not that I want them to understand me; I just want some quiet time for myself.


But have you ever felt like you’re constantly detaching yourself from everyone, not telling anyone that you’re having a bad day (just to avoid questions), yet a part of you still hopes that just one person would notice? That someone—just one person—would ask, “How are you? How are you feeling, emotionally?” And somehow, just hearing those words would make you feel okay, even if only for a moment.


Monday, April 12, 2010

a wound to remember

 Uhmmm, actually, this is the second time I’ve had a little accident. The last time, I hit my head and was literally bleeding—it felt like I had taken a headshot or something. And now, this. I just feel awful. I guess I still haven’t outgrown my childhood carelessness. huhuhu

The Peace After

I don’t forgive you, and I don’t wish you well. Not out of pride, but because I’ve learned peace without handing you the gift of my grac...