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Tricked In Their Sleep

Friday, February 15, 2013 | 0Superstar (s)!

Trickery is one of the most fearsome things, for me. It is when you’re seeing something face to face but you see nothing bad, yet something evil is hiding deep within. You may never know if who you’re talking to is a friend or not. And the worst part is when you give all your trust yet you’re just taken for granted and tricked.

The Trojan War is a form of trickery. Greeks have prepared to hide their soldiers inside the belly of a wooden horse, which was told to be a gift. The Trojans were celebrating that time since they believed that the Greeks have fled their country. But their happiness was taken for granted. By the night that they were sleeping, the soldiers inside the horse secretly attacked them. All the Trojans wanted was freedom and peace, but what happened? Troy fell along with its men.

The story itself is sympathetic, to begin with. Trojans were attacked in their sleep. Of course, they didn’t know about it and weren’t prepared. Who would not feel sympathy to the people who only wished for freedom but were killed in their sleep because of a trap? It’s a very tragic event for the Trojans. But on the other hand, Aeneas was destined to found another city for the Trojans to settle in – Rome. It lessened my sympathy towards them since they would have a place for them to live in once again. Also, it was great that even a few Trojans still found their place in this world.

Labels: FourthGrading, InformalTheme#1

Billetdoux of a Dainty Damsel

Thursday, October 25, 2012 | 0Superstar (s)!

Dear Niño,

I actually don’t know how to start. I guess I’ve already told you all the things I wanted you to know. But anyway, hi! J

So first thing’s first. I’ve never thought of being in love in high school. The only relationship that I wanted was friendship and nothing more. However, you showed up and life became complicated.

In our first year, I didn’t personally know you. I was just hearing your name from fellow freshmen and that’s it. I guess it works the same way with you. You didn’t know me, either.

But by the time we stepped on the second year level, we finally met. Even just at first, Eyo always teased us. I don’t know. He would always say that you like me and we’re fit for each other. But I just ignored him. Like, who would believe that kind of thing? First week of school and somebody likes me? Pfft. Impossible. I always thought that he was just kidding.

Time passed by. I fit in with the class and got comfortable with everyone, or at least that’s what I thought. Among all of my new classmates, you were the only one that I was awkward with. Seriously. I couldn’t even look at you straight in the eye nor talk to you without any struggle. Every time you came close to me, I felt butterflies in my stomach. And I think that’s weird. That’s the time I was starting to realize that I like you, but I wasn’t totally sure of it.

Then one day, you confessed to me. You told me you like me. I was in total awe. I felt blood gushing inside my body. My heartbeat suddenly rushed. I knew that time that I was happy. And it gave me the courage to say what I also feel about you. I was able to tell you that I like you, too.

For quite some time, we had felt awkwardness, but later on, it was wiped away. My feelings grew each time we’re together. It’s not the feeling of “like” anymore. I felt something greater than that.

Each time we talk, we talk about the future – how our life would be if we become together. Sweet talks, pick-up lines and such are what fill our everyday conversation.

But recently, a gap was formed between us. Bitterness filled the air. I wasn’t expecting something like that. I was hurt so badly. I thought that there won’t ever be a chance to save what we’ve started. I thought that you would just leave me behind broken like it was hit and run. But you proved me wrong. Though I’ve said it’s enough, you put in your greatest effort and took the things I’ve said as a motivation to never give up. And in the end, it was overcome. We passed a very difficult test and it was all because you stayed.

I can feel that our bond grew even stronger after what had happened. I guess it was, after all, a blessing in disguise.

I’m fragile, as what you’ve said, so you promised that you’ll take care of me and you will always stay. And here, I’m giving you all of my trust, one last time, to hold my heart, expecting you’ll never let it be broken again.

Seasons change, flowers do fade and hearts may break. But one thing’s certain, my feelings will never wane.

I love you so much, Niño. I will always do.

Yours forever,

Gabrielle

Labels: InformalTheme#1, ThirdGrading

A Story About a Misjudged Lady

Wednesday, August 15, 2012 | 0Superstar (s)!

Once I met an obnoxious lady who always wears a babushka on her head.
She wants to make rapport with us but she gets in an affray instead.
Some says she’s a faitour, bragging ’bout how affluent she is.
Some avoid her like she’s a wraith appearing before the mists.

So my friends and I made an assemblage, thinking ’bout becoming a sleuth.
We want to know that lady’s background without getting conspicuous.
And a rendezvous for those taking part was made under a big chandelier.
There were so many people who joined so this group became superfluous.

This is piffle but we ate parfait and I don’t know why.
Maybe the crowd got rambunctious ’bout the things flying by.
But after some talk, the people acquiesce easily.
I guess they also want to have a surveillance of the lady.

And then we found out, her grandfather’s part of the papacy.
Her father, as we see, is a punctilious assignee.
Her mother is uncouth but she is a good buffoon.
You can’t feel ennui if you’re with these people of opposite personalities.

After the mission, I arraigned those who had participation.
My friends and I made a unanimous decision.
I guess we misinterpreted that lady’s actions.
So we jumped straightly to ridiculous conclusions.

Now, to the claque we hired for this performance,
Make sure to clap with so much exuberance.
Because this is the end of the story,
A story about a misjudged lady.

Labels: InformalTheme#1, SecondGrading

Envisaging Life as a Junior

Sunday, June 17, 2012 | 0Superstar (s)!

Computers down, pens up. Another year of being a science high school student is ahead of me. It seems like yesterday when I first entered Cavite National Science High School and now, I'm a Junior in this institution. Every year, I have new sets of classmates and new sets of teachers. I survived the first two years so how will I not survive this one, right? It may seem cliche to expect the unexpected so I'll just get ready for the worse.

I'm still part of the Nitrogen class, the creme of the crop. As what is anticipated, teachers will expect a lot from this class and that means pressure. So to get through this year, I know that I have to deal with the tension. I have to study intently and meet their expectations. And of course, my extra curricular participations would be wasted if I don't get to be a part of the top ten students of the third year level.

Aside from the pressure I'm expecting, I look forward to gaining new friends. I have new classmates this school year. They may be familiar to me but I haven't spoken to most of them in the earlier years. I want to get to know them better. What could be more fun than having close relationships with my classmates? And besides, I love having friends.

These are only some of what I'm looking forward to. I am not sure about what is going to happen in the months that will pass. Worse things can't be avoided so I'll just have to live with that. However, I positively think that this would be my year. Call it absurd as you like but I know that if I just make the best of everything, I can have the best of anything.

Labels: FirstGrading, InformalTheme#1

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My name is Gabrielle Ann A. Barbudo. I was born in December 22, 1997. Fourteen years of age. I am the kind of person who doesn't wear my heart on my sleeves. What I always show is happiness, not the sadness inside. But honestly, I rarely feel sad. I don't really like that feeling so I always do my might to make the best of everything and feel contented. :)