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Sunday, December 14, 2014

Falling In Love is Dangerous: A Romeo and Juliet Customized Ending

                The clock is ticking and Juliet will be waking up any minute. Friar Lawrence should hurry up to Juliet’s dim cavern and awake her from her deep slumber. With a shovel on his right hand and a bright lamp on the other, the old man went out in the dark chamber where the fair maiden lie asleep. After a few minutes of walking, he made it near the entrance. But he discovered there’s someone else besides him there.
                “Balthasar! What are you doing here?” the friar asked the young boy.
                “Well, my master told me to stay out here and don’t ever come back. I’m just too stubborn to leave him alone,” the young boy told him honestly.
                “Does that mean, Romeo is in there?” the old man asked again.
                “Oh, yes! Maybe you should go, dear friar. I’m actually worried about my master.”
Filled with outmost concern, Friar Lawrence went forward and saw the lifeless bodies of Romeo and Paris hovering Juliet’s frail one. And as if on cue, Juliet’s eyes swung open and started wandering her sleepy eyes. Her eyes shot open as she recognized the friar.
“Friar Lawrence, good thing you’re here on time. Where is Romeo? Where is my husband?” The innocent voice of hers just brought more guilt to the friar’s already broken heart. And thinking that he should relay the painful tragedy her husband had gone through….
“I’m sorry, Juliet. I really am but……,” the friar moved a bit clearing Juliet’s view of the bloody truth hidden behind the good old friar’s back.
As she saw the love of her life lying on the cold hard ground, not beating a pulse, her eyes started to sip tears. Those tears that would surely dry but leave a painful mark on her face. Step by step, she approached her deceased lover. Hugging his cold flesh, she screamed at the top of her lungs the name she wished didn’t exist.
This pitiful scene is what triggered the friar to just stand there and let the couple have their own time. Just that not only their families were between them, but even death and fate would want them to part. It’s so heartbreaking for him to witness this whole tragedy of love and loyalty. He didn’t bother to budge even when he knew of the watchmen who were on their way to the tomb.
He was brought back to his senses when he saw Juliet pulling the dagger from her husband’s clothes and was aiming for her heart. He argued with himself if he should just let the maiden do what she intended to do or stop her before she does some rash actions. He picked the second one and immediately reached out a hand holding Juliet’s quivering pair. She looked up at him as he shook his head slowly and Juliet getting the hint gradually put the dagger down. She lifted herself up and run to the friar weeping at his chest for the loss she had taken that night.
After a very few moments, the watchmen came. They were surprised as to why the bodies of Romeo and Paris were beside the tomb instead of Juliet whose body was now missing. No other witnesses were on the scene except the page of Paris who told them about the incident. In the end, the mystery behind the unexplainable events on that place was left unsolved.
Moving on wasn’t easy. Friar Lawrence took Juliet to a very far land where no one recognizes them both. They lived a fair lifestyle like father and daughter. At fields near their newly found house, Juliet was picking some wild flowers to match the cool breeze of the blossoming spring. That’s what her normal life became. And none of Verona has to know.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

This is For You…

The first time I stepped in this school, I trembled. It was the day that I realized that all this things around me was new, unfamiliar and different. Really different. My mind went haywire and I don’t know what to do. And for the record, I am not someone easy to adjust. I am totally clueless.
And then, I met you. You were the ones to made me, though indirectly, think back to reality. That I am a high school student now, that I can’t go back to who I am before. I was awakened and here I am now, still struggling at my present day problems. But then, I think that you’re here on our side. I’ve been quiet, yes. I’ve never said a word but now I’ll tell you.
Thank you.
For the patience and effort you’ve exerted on us. We are a pain, yes, but you still have your cool and kept on guiding us. You were there to teach us how we should behave just like the present. We, the Nitrogen section, are expected to be the example and the top. And according to you, we don’t like one. So now, you’re putting your time into shaping us the way we should be and I salute your determination.
You’ve done so much just by standing in front of us and say some things about anything. Just by doing your job, you became a part of who we are now. The continuous nagging and warnings made us aware. Aware of what position we have now and that we should be alarmed that no matter when, that position can be snatched away. And just by telling us that, you moved our hearts.
Because of that warnings and such, you showed us that you care.
Once again, I thank you all, my teachers.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Pleasant Morning with Her

                I was walking down the street. It was a Saturday morning. The sky is dark and the sun hasn’t risen. The air was cool on my skin. Ooohh… Morning chills, I thought. It was the first time I appreciated the nature. It is so green and very clean. Well, at least in our neighbourhood. It was sudden that something popped out in my mind. What was it like to live in the EDSA Revolution era? When thousands of people gathered in one place to fight for their rights? How would it be like to live in such environment?

                I don’t know if I my eyes just fooled me or what but I think I saw Cory. Corazon Aquino, yes. I blinked my eyes a few times for me to be sure. It is Cory, President Cory. She was jogging me, just the opposite direction. What should I do?, I asked myself. Should I say ‘Hi!’ or what?, I hesitated for about a moment and then, settled my mind and walked my way.

Me: Hello po!

PCCA: Oh! Hello to you to!

Me: Uhm… How are you here po? I thought that you’re in Tarlac and resting? (I thought that maybe, she doesn’t know that she had died five years ago)

PCCA: I just happened to have rest house here in Cavite.

Me: Oh? I see.

                We continued our morning jog and eventually arrived at a nearby coffee shop. There we rested and I asked what I really want to know.

Me: Uhm.. President Aquino… W –

PCCA: Please, don’t call me that. Call me Tita Cory.

Me: But I think –

PCCA: No buts. What are going to ask me a while ago, by the way?

Me: Aah.. that. Since I wasn’t born yet in the EDSA Revolution, I was thinking of asking you a few things.

PCCA: Please go ahead.

Me: Well then.. Why did you gather all those people and fought? You could have kept quiet at that time.

PCCA: I really am a democratic person. But after the assassination of my husband and the continuous conflicts around the country, I tried to take action. And what I did was worth fighting for because thousands of people fought alongside with me.

Me: So that’s why. Was running for the presidency part of that advocacy?

PCCA: Well, that was a bit not in plan. That was because of the urge I got from all the people saying that in my husband’s stead, I should go and bring democracy throughout the country.

Me: So it was a feeling that you felt from the mass people. You did a very good job in managing the country anyway, as others said.

PCCA: Thank you very much for that compliment.

Me: I should be the one thanking you. If not with you, I – no we all – are still experiencing Martial Law. This country will still be suffering the fright of the 1970’s to early 80’s.

PCCA: I wouldn’t have had the courage to fight without the take action.

Me: Thank you for accepting my invitation here and for answering my questions.

PCCA: It’s the least I could do as an old woman.

Me: You’re no old woman and still beautiful as ever.

PCCA: Such a flatterer.

                I heard a loud call coming from the outside calling my name.

??: Jen!!!!!!!!!!

Me: Well, Tita. I think that is my cue. Maybe I should see you around while you’re still here.

PCCA: See you around, too.

                I bid my farewells and walked away. I thought to myself, Whew! That was an experience of once in a lifetime. I would remember this day for the rest of my life.


(So this is the historical figure I really would like to meet but unfortunately can’t. If I were to meet her in real life, when she was still alive, I would really want a normal chitchat with her. Like a very close relative or friend. I picked for her remarkable deeds in the Philippine history.)

Are You Nuts?!

                Most of the times, people are torn between conflicts, especially teenagers. Teens suffer the most and adolescence is making it way harsher since this is the phase of their preparation for their adulthood. And some teens can’t handle it that good so they had their escapades. Some rebels, some smoke and worse, getting addicted to drugs. Everyone knows that drugs aren’t good for the health. And if taken regularly can cause some health defects in conflict with their future.

                This is a reminder to all parents and guardians out there. Please look out for your children. They are experiencing the time of their lives and don’t let drugs come their way. Their future is what is talked about in here.


Friday, September 26, 2014

Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express (Murder in the Calais Coach)


Summary:
 
                Monsieur Hercule Poirot, a Belgian detective, solves a murder mystery though stranded on a snow drift while boarded o the Orient Express. The deceased is called Mr. Rachett who died after receiving 12 stabs. All in all, there are 15 people on board the Istanbul-Calais coach, the conductor and Poirot included. In the process of investigation, Poirot discovered another case related to the present one. And on this late case, all people on board are related except for the unusually small detective. Due to clues presented before him and the time table he was able to make, he arrived at two solutions. All were speechless after they heard the little detective’s never wrong intuition. After, Poirot declared his official retirement from the case.


 Characters:
             The main character is none other than the mustached small detective, Hercule Poirot. During the case, M. Bouc, the director of the Campagnie Internationale des Wagons Lits, Inc. and Poirot’s close friend, and Dr. Constantine, the one who estimated the time of death and some points, helped Poirot in many aspects. The victim was an American named M. Ratchett, a psuedophilantrhopist who’s more malevolent that benevolent. He, Rachett, had a secretary who speaks in many tongue, Hector MacQueen, and a valet who seems to be anti-social, Edward Henry Masterman. Mary Debenham, an English governess who is truly a finesse lady, seems to have some connection with Colonel Arbuthnot, though his French is limited, he could willingly battle the detective in words. There were also royals on board. Princess Dragomiroff is a Russian grande dame with huge pearls as improbable as her story. She had a lady’s maid, Hildegarde Schimdt, a very loyal one. On the other hand, Count Andreyi is a workaholic entrusting his time to the Hungarian Embassy, but he truly loves his wife, Countess Andreyi. Addition to the complex casting of this murder are Antonio Foscarelli, an Italian who seem to give information continuously, Cyrus Hardman, an American commercial traveler who knows more than he tells and tells more than he knows, Greta Ohlsson, a Swedish-trained nurse  with a sheep-like face who was the last person to see the victim alive, Mrs. Hubbard, a stereotype of an American matron-she never stop talking but her acting spoke louder than her words, and the Wagon Lit conductor, Pierre Michel. With this casting, the bloody murder occurred.

Plot:


Exposition
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Monsieur Hercule Poirot, a Belgian detective, happened to have work and is boarding the Taurus Express on his way for Istanbul. During the ride, he met the other two distinct passengers, Mary Debenham, an English governess and very much concerned on the time, and Colonel Arbuthnot who first act like strangers but eventually became awkwardly close to the English lady leaving the rather mustached detective, a third party.

Upon his arrival at the Tokatlian Hotel, he receives a telegram asking him to go back to London. While at the hotel, he came across M. Bouc, the director of Campagnie Internationale des Wagons Lits who’s the one who assured Poirot of his sleeping car since, according to the conductor, the train is full-packed.
That night, the detective didn't sleep that well because of the tiny space of the sleeping car which was shared by him and a Hector MacQueen, Mr. Ratchett’s – another passenger – secretary. The next morning, Poirot and M. Bouc had breakfast where they were able to catch a glimpse of who their fellow passengers are. Later that day, Mr. Ratchett approached Poirot for protection from someone. But the mustached man undeniably declined the twenty thousand dollars for the reason, “I don’t like your face!”

Rising Action
 - Heavy snow was falling outside and the train arrived at Belgrade at quarter to nine that evening. Poirot descended to the platform but didn’t stay long because of the cold. Upon returning, the conductor told him that his things were moved to M. Bouc’s compartment and that M. Bouc had moved to the coach of Athens that has been put on with a Greek doctor.

As scheduled, the train departed at 9:15. Poirot decided to sleep and some hours later, awoke by a loud groan, almost a cry, somewhere close at hand. He noticed that the train was at standstill-presumably at a station. Remembering that Ratchett occupies the next door berth, he opened his door seeing the conductor hurriedly knocking on Ratchett’s door but got the reply, “Ce n’est rien. Je me suis trompé.”
Just a quarter past one, a bell rang coming from another compartment. It was Mrs. Hubbard complaining that there was an unknown man in her compartment but the conductor told Poirot that there was no one. He also explained that the train was stranded in a snowdrift between Vincovci and Brod. Poirot just asked for a glass of water in which the conductor assuredly complied. But just as he was half-asleep, something woke him up again. A thud against the door. He got up and peeked through the door. There, far away down the corridor, was a girl wearing a scarlet kimono retreating to her room and on the other end was the conductor encoding something on large piles of paper. This time, he slept ‘till morning.
Poirot woke up almost past nine but got up at quarter to ten to eat at the restaurant car just to notice that M. Bouc, Princess Dragomiroff and her lady’s maid, the Hungarian couple, Ratchett, and his valet. He also noticed that Mary Debenham was the only calm one saying that she jus saves herself from useless emotions. Just as he finished their conversation, the conductor came running in rather anxious telling him that M. Bouc is expecting him.
What he expected as a normal ‘hi’ and ‘hello’, turned into a mystery solving case. Mr. Ratchett died! To M. Bouc surprise, Poirot wasn’t sorry for his death. Dr. Constantine, the Greek doctor on the same coach as M. Bouc, acted as the examiner estimating the time of death as between midnight and two. The body was discovered when the victim’s valet tapped at his door but got no answer and after an hour and still no answer. That’s when the conductor enters the scene and opened the door with his key and breaking the chain discovering the corpse at 11. They didn’t consider the death a suicide since the body was pierced with 12-15 stab wounds. Many conclusions crossed their minds but only one is for sure and one is that the culprit is a woman. The murderer is there-with them on the train. (Conflict)
The first one to be interviewed was the secretary, MacQueen. He confessed that he doesn’t know who Ratchett really is, just basic information and some threatening letters, and that he really didn’t like his employer.
The body was left cold on the floor with an open window and a bunch of white snow outside. There were clues left to solve like a pipe cleaner, two different sizes of burnt matches, a woman’s handkerchief with an initial of H, a dented gold watch indicating a quarter past one, and some charred fragments of paper. Through some wire, spirit stove and tongs, they were able to get a glimpse of what was written on the charred paper. The words were like this: -member little Daisy Armstrong. This lead to the conclusion that that case of murder is connected to the kidnapping and murder of the granddaughter of the Armstrong family in New York in which the kidnapper got away. Poirot proposed that Ratchett was really Casseti, the culprit of the kidnapping case. Poirot surely thinks that the culprit had some vengeance against the victim with this previous case.
The conductor states that during the time of the crime, he was at the Athens coach talking to other conductors. He had an airtight alibi. Also, it fits the time Poirot saw the conductor attending to Mrs. Hubbard. On the other hand, the secretary, MacQueen, asked how Poirot related the case to the Armstrong one. Poirot told that it was from the charred paper fragments and the response: “But surely – I mean – that was rather careless of the old man?”
         Next one to interrogate was the victim’s valet who stated that anything that happened that night was the usual stuff his master does and the Italian fellow could testify that he was in bed after attending to his master and vice versa. Mrs. Hubbard won’t stop talking about the mysteriously disappearing man in her compartment. She also states that there was an unknown button from a certain conductor but it didn’t match any buttons from the conductors on board. The bolt on her door was also locked as the Swedish lady assured. This Swedish lady, Greta Ohlsson, mistook Ratchett’s door for Mrs. Hubbard’s and was the last one to see the victim alive. She also accounts for her companion in the compartment, Mary Debenham. Princess Natalia Dragomiroff was accounted by her lady’s maid, Hildegarde Schimdt who, on the other hand, saw the non-existing conductor with a small build and a voice like a woman’s, as she says. The Hungarian couple, however, denied their involvement in whatever case is going on.
Colonel Arbuthnot was accounted by MacQueen but seem to protect Mary Debenham indirectly. He was the only passenger that smokes a pipe. Cyrus Hardman, the commercial traveller, confessed that he really was a private detective hired by the victim for protection and swore that no one from the open restaurant car’s backdoor boarded the train while at Vincovci. Mary Debenham had also stated that she had nothing to do with the crime.
All female passengers denied having a scarlet kimono on their luggage. The evidences were summarized and analyzed critically. Just as they were discussing – Poirot, M. Bouc and Dr. Constantine – Mrs. Hubbard came out exclaiming that a bloody knife was in her sponge bag!
Due to the appearance of the murder weapon, Mrs. Hubbard requested to be moved to the Athens coach which was fulfilled. Not long after, Poirot guessed that the scarlet kimono would be found in a man’s luggage and the conductor’s uniform would be in a woman’s. Right on the eye, he was right. Hildegarde Schimdt had the conductor’s uniform and he himself had the kimono. Now, Poirot sits back and thinks.

Climax
 - Poirot is now ready to cast this murder case.
Countess Andreyi, the true owner of the handkerchief, was really the aunt of the deceased Daisy Armstrong. Princess Dragomiroff as a very close friend of the Armstrong family, so is Colonel Arbuthnot. Mary Debenham was the child’s governess and Antonio Foscarelli as the family’s chauffeur. Greta Ohlsson, the child’s attending nurse, became a little agitated as she confessed to the detective. After that, Edward Masterman sprang up and identified himself as the previous valet of Mr. Armstrong. Hildegarde Schimdt was the house’s cook.
Poirot propounds two solutions.

Falling Action
 - He purposely gathered all the passengers in the restaurant car. The first one is that M. Ratchett just forgot to reset his watch to the current time zone. And that he was killed an hour ago before the estimated time of death. The murderer dressed himself as a conductor and just blended in the passengers. This theory almost had many loop holes so the others didn’t agree.
The second solution was that all of them except Countess Andreyi committed the crime including the conductor. Pierre Michel was said to be the father of the maid who committed suicide due to the wrong accusation of the kidnapping. Mrs. Hubbard played the greatest role of all. She was the grandmother of Daisy, the famous singer, Linda Arden. They all had planned this a long time ago. Just happened that Poirot got on board and see through their scheme.

Resolution
 - All agreed to just tell the police the first solution to prevent the uncovering of the undeniable truth of the Armstrong kidnapping case. With this, Poirot had the honor to retire from the case.

Theme
 - It is really true that there's karma. But always remember that justice isn't not in your hands. It's in God's hands.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

The Truly Great

These people surely are the greatest people of all, for me. Though some of them I don't know personally, I still believe in what they did and doing. I'm sure they inspires a lot of people, not only me but others as well. And also, their legacy had been marked beneath their feet that still lives on...




The Truly Great

BY STEPHEN SPENDER
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious, is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,
See how these names are fêted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.


Sunday, August 10, 2014

Don't Let Them Destroy You

     If you are being bullied, you think why? Why are you being bullied? Why are you weak? Why can't you stand before them? Think again. You think why are you being bullied? That's because you let them. You let them take advantage of your weakness. You're a coward who don't have the courage to fight for yourself. And you. yourself, is the only one who could change that.




     We all know and we all understand that everyone is facing his or her challenges in life. Yes, sometimes we're down and reaching our limit to the point of giving up. To the point that we can't do it anymore. That's why we reveal our weaknesses and vulnerability that, most of the time, lead to our disadvantage. And, there's nothing we can do about it since, again, we're weak and helpless. The scene goes on until it becomes a habit. Very unfortunate, really. A person won't just face a problem in his lifetime. They, the problems, come in bundles. And these bunch of problems will bury you down even deeper. In this cases, what do you do?


     Problems, they come and go. What is left are the experiences and values. These shapes us into a strong and resilient person we are and these problems, challenges and hardships, don't run away from them because they'll just chase you until you can't run anymore. Learn to face your fear and make yourself productive. If you fall, stand. That's the only way for you to win. Don't let other people ruin your life. Lift your head and be proud.


     “Get going. Move forward. Aim High. Plan a takeoff. Don't just sit on the runway and hope someone will come along and push the airplane. It simply won't happen. Change your attitude and gain some altitude. Believe me, you'll love it up here.” 



― Donald Trump




ALWAYS REMEMBER. NOBODY CAN HELP YOURSELF BUT YOU. ONLY YOU.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Own Footsteps..

     Being remembered, even though you're gone, is a great thing to happen to a person.



     For me, I really don't care if people remember me or not. Honestly, I just want to live the way I am and who I really am. I want to leave free from any distractions all over the world.

     If they are to remember me, I want to be someone always there in times of crisis. I want to be someone reliable that they can depend on when the world seems to be opposing them.


     I just want to be a person that can act as their listener and pillow when there's a problem they can't face alone.



     I also want to be remembered as a just person. I want to be someone fair in all aspects and never judge a person because we can never judge a book by its cover, you have to read it to know the true story. You can never judge a person until you've known him/her truly.




   


     Lastly, I want to be remembered as who I really am. I don't want to be someone else. I love who I am and I am proud of it. Pretending to be someone is lying. It is not the true you. It is someone you created to have a better image. A flawless image. But that person can never be you because that's not who you really are.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Thank You....

One might think, who is the real hero of my  life? Who is this person that had touched my life enough to make a difference in the way I run  my life? For me, of course, that is my mother.

Meliza A. Villaluz had been living in this world for 52 years since December 21, 1962 and is residing with her family at 454 Casanueva Street, Amaya II, Tanza, Cavite. Her mother was Neleyda Eusantos, a loving and caring mother doing all she can for the family to survive and a great seamstress, and her father was Amelio Alejo, a good artist in terms of arts.


Life for her wasn't really easy. First and foremost, her father is not there to guide them. She learned the rough path in life. As a child, she didn't taste the feel of new school supplies due to poverty. And because of this, she was taunted by her classmates. Even though she was bullied, what can she do? They don't have the money.


She has two older sisters who she love both. But then, she's closer to the one she is preceding her. There came a time when they have to migrate. They have to take a risk for them to survive.


They experienced to be kick out of their houses because they can't pay the rent. Life definitely harsh for her.


Handling relationships is hard but as she entered her junior year in high school, she had a boyfriend much older than her. Sure, it's tough but she became responsible enough to handle it.


She entered college and strove for her best. On the second semester, she missed some of her subjects and all she could do was.....cry. Her elder sister, the middle one, was there to comfort her. In tough times, all they have is each other.


She applied for being a day care worker. That's the only job available at the time. But then, as time passed, she learned to love her profession.


She got the chance to work part-time in a factory where she met my father. Love blossomed in time. She had two jobs then.


Marriage in December 17, 1995. Though she was against it, her mother insisted on making her gown. Despite the lack of budget, she granted her mother's request for expensive cloth.


She walked down the aisle, smile on her face. 'This is it', she thought. Many of their relatives attended despite family problems.


Another challenge arose when her first baby had leukemia. The hospital had insufficient Type AB blood for her. Her baby girl passed away before she could reached her second year in the world.


Due to this, she cried night and day. My father just don't know what to do. To divert her attention, she traveled different places with her friend. The pain passed but didn't disappear.


She thought everything was okay, she already two daughters until her mother had a heart attack. Once again, it was a big shock of her life. She had to earn money for the hospital bills along with her sisters. They also tried asking help from their relatives. And thank God for the blessing, they helped with whatever they can do.


Though lying in a hospital bed, weak, her mother was stilled concerned with her grandchildren. 'Who's there to watch the children?', she asked. Until her mother's last breath, she was caring for her family.


That was the time she realized how much her mother love her. All those time, she thought that her mother was always in favor of her elder sister. She was not granted permission for outings. It was because her mother didn't want her far.


She, my mother, conquered all these challenges. And I know that whatever challenge it will be, she'll come face it head on. She was my hero for what I am is because of her.....



Sunday, June 15, 2014

Three For Now

Every student will experience fun and struggles
In high school where these all began
From what this lad had encountered
These are what she had overcame

First year as the toughest of three
Feels like wrecking a very strong wall
With her eyes tightly close
In the darkness, how will she move?

Didn't really know what to do
But since you have new friends around
All you do is smile and be strong
With this you can do anything

Lousiest year will be the second year
Though tears may want to flow
Tougher lessons slapped your face
Leaving you in a complicated puzzle

Discovering your true self
That was hidden and sealed away
Knowing that it's you
You can finally break free

This seems to be easygoing
But if you look closely you'll know
It's just another stage
For you to accomplish

The last and current year
Being a junior you'll never imagine
A phase with more difficulties
Enveloped with laughter and smiles

Funny learning as you go
You won't notice that time flows
And before you know, 
It's there surprising you to the core

To top this all, this starting line
Just the beginning of everything
The preparation of the toughest stage of all
And we all call that life...