Ms. President

Dear Ms. President,

          At first, I don't really care about you, although we always see each other at our church. You are our president and I am the auditor that's why I always see you but that's nothing for me. We are working together as normal. Without feelings, without anything except working at the church. 

          As days pass by, something is developing but I really don't know what it is. It's kinda weird like uhmmm, becoming nervous and shy when you're talking to me. Once I was scrolling down through my facebook account when suddenly I saw your profile picture. I was about to say in front of the monitor "How beautiful!" but my instinct stopped me on saying that because my sister was beside me and I know that she's kinds malicious. 

          One day, the church needed an assistant president and the elders and you wanted me to be the one. I was shocked because of the position and together with its responsibilities. It's hard but I need to try because you picked me to be your assistant because I know that you trust me. I became the assistant president, an assistant who is giving his 101% effort not just to do my work but to impress you because as the time runs when I am with you, day by day, I realized that I have a crush on you. 

          When it was my birthday, last October 2, you asked me to treat you right? There are no regrets on my side for doing that because we had a time together that night. On every bite of you on that hamburger that you asked me to treat to you, I can feel your happiness. Your smiles are like the shining crescent moon above us. Your laughs that night were like love songs hugging my ears. I cannot explain the joy I felt in that 30 minutes and I feel like I don't want the time to move.

          Ms. President, do you remember when we had a meeting at New Era in Dasma? Do you remember the time when you were sleepy? You leaned your head on my shoulder right? Hahahaha, well of course you do remember that, because that was only 2 days ago. When you suddenly slept on my shoulder, you made my heart beat as fast as it could. I can't imaging that it was true. I said in my mind "Am I living inside a fairytale book?". Your hair smells like roses swaying together with the flow of the wind. I won't forget that.

          When I was about to sleep last night, I remembered what you said to me when we were doing our work at the church. "Lilipat na ako ng Manila. Hindi ako sure pero baka magtransfer na ako dun."- those are exactly your words and an awkward silence happened after you said that. "Nagbibiro ka lang di ba? Hindi ko kayang maging Presidente kung wala ka. Di pa ako handang gampanan yung mga ginagampanan mo ngayun." is what I replied to you but it's not about the responsibilities that I will take, it's about the times together with you that I might miss. I don't know what to say that time so, I just went out of our office and went home straight. Until now, it is unpredictable if you will leave or not. But please don't leave me alone. I want to work with you. 

          Before you decide, please think about the people who might miss you. Specially me. Ms. President, Angezel Gregorio, please think. 

Your assistant president,

Russel

Shapers and Molders of Our Future

When someone heard the word "HERO", the first idea that they imagine are the heroes that can be seen on televisions such as Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Ironman, and many more. If we will think deeper, there more heroes better than them. They do exist but they're unnoticeable to others. They are the TEACHERS.

Teachers are said to be our second parents in our second home. I guess that's true. But once again, some students are in a misconception that they are just person, paid by the government, obliged to teach lessons. They do not know the true heart of teaching and the real purpose of teachers. Yes, they really give abundant of assignments and projects but these things are not for them, still, these are for us. They're just enhancing what are on us and getting us ready for facing problems on the real world of life. We sometimes experience being scolded by our ma'ams and sirs, but do not feel bad about that because in every words they shout to us, love is always there. They're just trying to develop the discipline hidden in our personality. Our future is hard to plan, our goal may be hard to achieve, and our dream may be difficult to obtain, but at our back, there, our teachers stand pushing us against to the finish line by helping us shape and mold our future.

A day was made exclusively for teachers, October 5. For us students to pay all the things that they had done to us. We all know that a single day is not enough but our goal here is to show how we love you, our TEACHERS and how we appreciated your hardships. All I can say is everyday is STUDENT's DAY so, students around there, don't complaint. Just stand straight and shout "HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY" :D

Choices of Life

To be or not to be: that is the question

Leaving grief to others for position

Sending King Hamlet to death

Without thinking his son Hamlet

Immeasurable thirst for power

It may result to heartless murder

That creates the uncontrollable revenge

And the madness to avenge

But always remember

It is not really the answer

'Cuz it is a disguised trouble maker

The real enemy of every character

Just love and love

Set free the white dove

Bring peace to the enemy

And you'll receive the victory