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GANUN PALA Ganun pala kapag bata pa. Maraming tanong ang sumasagi sa isip mo Maraming dapat ipaliwanag sa mapaglarong kaisipan ng isang bata Pero, ang nais lamang ay maglaro kasama ang mga kaibigan mangulit kapag may gusto iiyak kapag iniwan o may masakit sisimangot kapag galit, nagtatampo o kung may ayaw. Ganun pala kapag pumapasok ka na sa eskwela. iiyak sa una dahil hindi na katabi at kasama ang nanay o tatay, ngingiti kapag may nakikilalang bagong kaibigan magsasaya kapag mataas ang markang nakuha minsan pa'y ipagyayabang ito kahit ang ilang mga bagong gamit sa'yo. Pero, yuyuko kapag napagsabihan nanginginig sa takot kapag nasigawan minsan ay may tuwa kapag may takdang-aralin, at nangungulit pa ring sumama sa kahit anong "field trip" o lakad ng kaklase o barkada Nagkakaroon ng bagong palayaw o tawag maraming asaran, maraming kasiyahan at kalungkutan. Ganun pala kapag ganap ka ng dalaga o binata. Nandoon ang asaran ngunit walang kasawaan ang kasiyahan nandoon ang mga unang karanasan: lumabas na kasama lamang ang kaibigan, umibig kahit hindi pa dapat, makipagtalo sa magulang, mapapaway sa o para sa barkada, minsan may sasabit pang sakuna, aksidente o disgrasyang walang sinuman ang may gusto Minsan ay maiisip lang ang pangsarili at hindi maiisip ang kahihinatnan ng ginagawa Magawa at matupad lamang ang gusto, sumaya lamang ang sarili. Ganun pala kapag nakapagtapos ka na. Minsan wala ng maisip Nagiging malabo ang patutunguhan Haharapin ang mundo na walang kasiguraduhan Basta, makapasok sa institusyon o establisimientong napupusuan May maipon lamang para sa kinabukasan. ===========@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@===================== Ganun pala kapag bumabyahe ka sa umaga. Kailangan ay gumising ka ng maaga para lang habulin ang walang kamatayang trapiko sa Kamaynilaan at hindi mahuli sa puputahan. Ganun pala kapag bangag ka. Kailangan mong unatin at banatin ang katawan upang kumilos ng masigla at upang mawala ang anumang bahid ng ka-bangagan. Ganun pala kapag masyadong matagal na wala ang punong-tagapamahala mo. Nasasanay ka na gawin ang anumang naisin mo sa oras na gusto mo May matatapos ka at may makakalimutan ka ring mga trabaho na sa pagbalik niya, saka ka naghahabol sa mga papeles na dapat ay nailabas o nagawa na noong wala pa siya. Ganun pala kapag nagmamadali ka. Marami kang nakakalimutan, Marami kang nakakaligtaan gawin, marami ka ring pagsisisihan kapag nahuli ka o di kaya'y iba ang naging kahihinatnan. Ganun pala kapag hindi ka nakapagbaon sa opisina o sa eskwela. Kailangan mong tignan ang perang nasa walet mo upang bilangin ang kakailanganin mo para makakain ka at magkasya sa walong oras na ilalagi mo sa opisina o sa eskwela kasama na ang pambayad sa pamasahe papunta at pauwi. Ganun pala kapag baguhan ka sa trabaho. Ang mga mata'y laging nakamasid sa halos lahat ng kinikilos mo Uutusan ka para malaman ang takbo ng isip mo pati na sa mga galaw ay makikita ang pagkatao mo. *******************=================================******************* Ganun pala kapag may hinhangaan ka. hihingin mo ang larawan nya o di kaya'y tititigan mo ito ng matagal na kapag nilapitan ka'y hindi ka naman makatingin at kapg tumingin sa'yo ay ika'y mamumula sa pagkahiya, Kapag nagpapansin sa'yo ay iyo ng aayawan Na kapag malungkot siya't umiiyak, itatahan mo siya at aaluking maging kaibigan. Ganun pala kapag umibig ka sa unang pagkakataon. Lahat gagawin mo para sa iniibig mo. Kahit minsan ay alam mong hindi mo na kaya Pero, dahil para ito sa kanya, gagawin mo pa rin na walang pagaalinlangan o pagdududa Kakantahin halos lahat ng mga kantang-pag-ibig kikiligin, ngingit ng sobrang tamis kapag nakikita siya o kapiling at katabi mo siya para bang ang mundo ay siya at ikaw na lamang. Ganun pala kapag nasaktan ka ng iyong minamahal. Magagalit ka ng husto sa kanya, Ngunit mananahimik lang Iiiyak sa isang tabi at kapag tumagal, nawawalan na ng tiwala at tastapusin na ang lahat ng namamagitan sa inyong dalawa. Ganun pala kapag nakipaghiwalay ka sa mahal mo. Maglalakas loob ka ng isumbat lahat ng maling nakita mo noon minsan ay ibabalik sa kanya lahat ng binigay niya sa'yo buburahin siya sa loob ng "phonebook" ng cellphone mo pagkatapos ay iiyak magdamag, matutulala, magiisip ng magiisip, minsan ay mababaliw ka, Mapapaisip sa gabi at biglang luluha, at minsan, sa sobrang pagdurusa ng puso mo maiisip mo ng tapusin pati ang buhay mo. Ganun pala kapag nagawa mong umibig muli Kahit sa iba na at hindi sa una. Mapapangiti kang muli mapupuno ulit ng pag-asa, gagawin muli ang mga ginawa noong una kang umibig Ngunit, may konting pagbawi sa nararamdaman mag-iingat na at matututunang mahalin ang sarili habang iniingatan ang pag-ibig ninyong dalawa. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^###################^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Wala pa itong ending kasi hanggang dito pa lang ang nangyayari sa buhay ko. ewan kung kailan ko pa ito madudugtungan. Ang hirap mag-tagalog. Pero, gusto kong sumulat sa ating bernakular. GANUN PALA!

Unforgettable Times in My Life - When I Was a Teener...

There were so many things that had happened in my childhood and the rest that were not written are those that are better left unsaid nor accounted for. Graduating from elementary was a big deal for me. I was thinking about how I can be without the friends I've known in elementary. A classmate of mine said that studying in that school is dangerous because there were a lot of fraternities and stuff. But, I want to get thru my studies. When I got back home, my Dad happily announced that I was one of the top ten students who passed the entrance exam in Malate Catholic School. Holding that joy in my heart, I bravely faced the interviewer the next day and in the next few weeks, I enjoyed getting and carrying my books home and read as much as I could after I covered them with plastic. When the class started in June, I told myself "this is it...there's no turning back..." and sighed to myself. I vowed that I'll make it to the top when I get to high school. I did. In my first year in high school, I bagged the 1st place for 4 consecutive quarters and the Best in Religion for the same. It was also then, I was able to join quiz bees and more contests. I had always wanted to get there, on stage, to compete, to prove to myself that I could be number one. But, I never knew, that getting exposed on stage in front of many will lead me to something else. Before I ended my 1st year, I got word from my adviser that I might be transfered to the Cream Section (the top section) by next year. I was a little sad. I will miss the fun I had with my classmates. During my first year was also the first time I joined a group of girls who went out and went to arcade shops and the mall all by themselves. I joined them because I was suppose to have a practice with them in one of our group's house for our role play the next Monday. I went with them without permission. These were the times in my life when I thought I have to change some things in my life. I was bombarded by the idea that I had to be free when I get to my 3rd year and I had to wait from now. Striving for what I wanted, I studied hard and the next school year, I got transfered to the cream section. It was during this year when I learned to tolerate cheating during exams. My classmates warmly welcomed me. I was too in a hurry to befriend them so I was talkative again and told them all about myself even my achievements, which made them a little warded-off from me. I got peers then. We were twelve in the group. I had fun having them around. Our best day was during PE because it was all about gymnastics. It was also the first time in my life to perform a cheer dance with some gymnastics for the Intramurals. I was busy. That exposure led me to be looked at and be known by many especially some one I didn't know who admires me in secret. But, little by little, I have failed my classmates. Some one hated me and throws a lot of words about me just enough for me to hear it though she wasn't talking to me. There was a time when I cried a lot because my peers went away from me one by one. The best thing they left was my nick name. One of them, Nancy Yagisawa'a the name, called me "Ibyang". A name of a storm that led to the suspension of classes. We loved giving notes to each other. But, my peers became less and less visible to me until I felt that they were all against me. So I cried, but I prayed and told myself that someday, they'll understand. I also began to befriend someone in school but she was in the other section. It wasn't long till she became my friend. She actually was surprised to know that I love anime and that I know a little Japanese writing. From that day, she became my best friend. I even consider her as my "twin" for the way we act or say things would end up being identical. We sang Japanese Anime Songs. We even made a translated version of Eto Ranger's ending song entitled "Aitakute" (I Am Missing You). Since she grgew up in Japan, she translated the words to me and I arranged it so the English translation would fit the tune of the song. From there, she also became a part of my peer Ilyne then another one named Karol joined us with three more lower-year levels. We were all so glad to have become friends. We joined drawing contests and some other stuff. This was also the year when I joined the group Youth for Christ. It was different. I attended the youth camp professed and surrendered myself to God in the camp. After this, there were a lot of changes. Some of the close people I was with told me that there was a different light in me. I just noticed that I wasn't that 'closed' to people anymore. A guy, by the name Patrick, went up to me that time and admitted that he admired me since he was 2nd year. I told him that I was 1st year then. He said he knew me when he saw me during the quiz bee. He was there, watching me win the competition. I was surprised. He admired me more when he saw me during the Intrams. I got a little embarassed since I was in my bloomers when me and the rest of the chosen 2nd year students did a cheer dance. That was something. It flattered me and I thanked God for him. Three more gifts were added to my Spirit. I was surprised to know somethings that I never knew I would know which Patrick also knows and no other person does. It was strange. I felt a little weird though but I told myself that if that's the will of God, then, I have to let Him do what He wants of me. It was also this year when a cartoon anime of "Princess Sarah" inspired me a lot as a young lady. I took it to myself that when someone would hurt me, i won't hurt them back but love them and forgive them. Strange, but I was able to do that to all those who hated me and were against me. I even stopped cheating. The next year, Gennie and I are already in third year and things didn't turn out well. Ilyne got mad at me for what I said which I can't remember. Karol became a little hooked with something so she was away. But, Gennie and I made a pact that whatever happens, we'll become the best of friends and stick by each other sides no matter what. We were open about who we are, and what we were made of and what we have become now and what we can do. Even in ideas and some opinions, we seldom fight over them but we know it's just a part of us and we're still together, till now. This was also the time when Patrick got jealous of Ryan (my first guy bestfriend) after knowing that he too had a crush on me. I told Patrick that he's just my bestfriend and that's all. But, Patrick really was too afraid to lose me. I felt like he didn't trust me. So, I became cold to him and broke up with him. He cried for me to come back but I was as cold as ice to him. Ryan and I became best of friends too. Gennie was still there for me. Ryan became an inspiration. Actually, he was the one who would always tease me a lot. I got really mad at him. He made me smile when he played the guitar and sang to me a song sang by True Faith. He really made me feel that he was sorry and that he wanted to have peace with me. That started our friendship. We had a deal to write to each other and see who has written a lot of letters. He was going to a YFC Conference in Iloilo where I wasn't able to go since I got no budget and I had to obey my parents and respect their decision. May 5, he called me on the phone and asked if I could be his bestfriend, and without further thinking i said "yes". So, he was there for me. He was what I consider my soul mate. My letters answers his letters. Everytime I wanted to call him, he would call me and vice versa. I gave him a gift and it fit that one space left on the wall of his room. He was different. Feelings began to build up in me but I disregarded it and focused on the idea that he is just my bestfriend and nothing more. When we held a youth camp, he asked me errands and i do it for him. It was also the time when he suddenly hugged me (which he never did before) and out of the blue, kissed me near my lips. Good thing my hair was long enough to cover my face and my lips. Then, he suddenly said "sorry". I just said that it was okay and that i know that it was unintentional. So, off I went to room. I was thinking, i was quiet. on the day of the youth camp, I wasn't in good shape. I got a little ache in my heart to my Dad. Other than that, I feared that my visions might come true about that day. And so the camp went on and there my visions came true. We were in trouble, I almost got possessed. The participants were seeing something else. Worst was, one participant got possessed. A lot of us household members fell. I was a prayer warrior anda spirit wanted to cut my rosary. The bad spirits were mad at us. I prayed harder and told Jesus to hold the rosary for us. We won the battle. After the camp, what we thought was over, was not. The possessed student still got possessed and some students were also getting a taste of it. Some students were sarcastic about it. Others would laugh about it and joke about it. Some were too engrossed that they would tell everyone about the incident. I had to make them stop. Gennie and I knew just what to do. That was really a big challenge for us. We all prayed that it won't happen again. during my fourth year, Patrick and Ryan were already in college. Patrick still had the nerve to go up to me and plead for me to come back, I forgave him but I never came back to him since I told myself that if i'll be the first to let go of a relationship, eventhough I love him, I won't come back. My friendship with Ryan got really stronger. We even had the same shirt color when he visited me during the Intrams on October 10, 1997. We went out not knowing where to go and caught ourselves getting inside HP and took our first duet picture. I also attended my first and last YFC Conference in Ultra. I loved the feeling of praising God. I even saw some of the people in my neighborhood. It was also in fourth year where I learned strength and discipline thru the Citizen's Army Training (CAT). After this, the retreat day. Before the retreat, my classmates were already planning who they want to be with in a room. Whoever i chose was already chosen or laready had someone else in mind. I was thankful that Aileen was still looking for one so I asked if it was okay that I'll be her roommate. She thought for awhile, asked her friend about it and agreed afterwards. I was too shy to ask since I know that most of them don't like me. I cried to God about it. During the retreat, everything was fine. Then, I missed Ryan. I felt that I lost something. Whenever I was quiet, I cried. It was the time when I told them about who I am. Everyone seem to think that i was pretending to be someone else. Maybe, at the least. But, that was only beside the fact that I was hiding my true colors for some reasons that I know they won't understand. After the retreat, it was the time they appreciated me more than before. They were able to loosen up themselves a bit to get near me. But most were still hesitant. This was also the time when Ryan and I opened up about how we felt for each other. It was the sweetest feeling I ever had. I wished that it won't end. I feel so peaceful and happy when I am with him. It was a different feeling. Ryan was my first love. I was his, too. But, he never courted me. I was not expecting him to anyways. It was enough fir me to know that he feels the same about me. This was the year when Grace lost her father. We all mourned with her and we fought back to the administrators of the school who threatened us that we might not graduate if we insist on going to the burial. We had a deliberation with Sister Raquel and aired our side to her, but it went to waste. We went to the funeral but not during the burial. After a week of rebelling hearts, during a class in CL, our teacher left us because our assignment was to reflect on something. We know she, too, was mad at our section. We fought as one. So the whole class decided to reflect with a touch of religious music and do our reflections the way we feel it. Little by little, you can hear something sniffing and weeping. Then, I, who seemed not too affected, began comforting some of them. To my surprise, i got affected, too, and started to cry. I began to think about how miserable I feel whenever I know that someone hates me. Then, the officers of the class decided to have an open forum. There, they aired their problems. Unluckily, I got in the hot seat first. So they told me why they hate me. Some said they thought I was the one telling teachers the reason why their noisy. Some said they just felt the same because their friend hated me so they hated me as well. Some think I was a loner and unapproachable. Some thought that I might get mad on something. Some thought I cannot be teased or anything and that I was too sensitive, and so on and so on. One friend, Avy, asked me how on earth was I able to stand when I know that everyone hates me. She said I was strong. I told her that I remembered what Ryan told me, "Let go and let God". She was surprised to know that because she said if she was in my shoe, she would've not stayed in that room and had herself transfered. They asked if I was mad at them. I told them that I don't have the right to get mad because that was how they felt for me and I couldn't do anything about it. From there, I cried and they hugged me and apologized. After me, everyone had a taste of being in the hot seat. That experience made us even closer to each other. Some may have stayed aloof to me but, for me, they are friends. I got other friends from the other building, the BHS. Stone was one. The closest one I had, who eventually also had a crush on me but never pursued his feelings and treated me as a sister. From Stone, I befriended, Allan, Mac, Erick, and Derick. I was happy. Our friendship started when we held a youth camp in Antipolo. I was full of life. I smiled a lot. Gennie and I talked about many stuff after the camp. Soon, graduation came. Exchanging pistures was really rampant when we got our pocket sized pictures. Nothing was left for me. But that's okay. At least my ID's are still alive. I graduated in CAT as the Best Private Cadette and the Best in Tickler Memorization. In our Commencement Exercises, after all the ceremonies and awards, where i got a medal for being the Best Officer of YAC and Marian Circle, 2nd place in a Poetry Writing Contest and Best Member of the Forensics and MArian Circle (which all came as a surprise) I hugged everyone I befriended. Among the guys, I hugged Stone. Among the girls, I hugged those I was with during the CAT, my peers, and hugged Gennie tightly. I went off my way, out of the corners of MCS with a smile and with a heart of gratitude and thought about coming back some day to serve my Alma Mater.

Unforgettable Times in My Life - My Childhood

Wondering how far I could go in this lifetime is straining. Long hours of staring at one direction putting your mind set in oblivion can drive you crazy with all those daydreams, fantasies, and ambitions running around your head. Well, these are just the things that money can't buy, though having enough earnings for living is a problem nowadays. Then, it came to a point where my mind took a different direction. It went to somewhere that were just hidden in the depths of my memory. Something, unforgettable. As they say, what makes humans go sentimental is because "memories are the only things that don't change when everything else does." Along the line of the time when I was born, I was always in the hospital for check-up on asthma. I wasn't that healthy when I was a baby. I was fat though with my baby hair standing (a sign of hardheaded-ness according to my Inay). I smile a lot when I was a baby. I easily smile but my mood changes in a moment, then I cry. They said I loved milk. I often get to finish a baby bottle of milk than my elder brother Kenneth. They said I would even get his because he often does not finish his milk. I loved to be cradled in a swing, duyan as they call it here. They often let me sleep but I was active and energetic when awake. During my toddler years, I would utter "ma" for Inay and "da" for Daddy. I walk around. Strange isn't it? i call my mom, "Inay" and my dad, "Daddy". I loved to do feet wrestling with my elder brother who was then 2years old. I still drink my water or milk in a baby bottle but I would often practice drinking in a drinking glass. I hugged my dolls, did baby talks to them as if they were alive and I also played with my brother's toys. I actually put to my mouth what I grabbed in my small hands. I almost got those poison balls in my mouth when, luckily, my brother took it away from me and called to my Auntie "Ivy is eating poison." Auntie, helped my brother take it away from me while I held it tight and cried when they got it. Auntie, spank my little hands and told me to listen to kuya. Auntie, spoke to us in English when we were little because she got used to it speaking to her employers before since they were Spanish and some were German. So, I grew up with it. We moved in to where we live now when I was 2 years old. I loved it when they ask me to pose for a picture but I often get tantrums. I was naughty when I was little. I would race the other end of my skirt when I pose. I would crawl on my Inay's bed and thumbsuck with my bro. We do pillow fights and feet wrestling. All this naughtiness and fun went on till we both went to school. I went to school when I was 4 as a nursery grader. I started to color and write and speak straight in English when I was 3. When i got to school, I learned greetings, I learned how to write legibly and straight though it was really hard since I often almost tore the pages of my notebook because I wrote roughly and hardly on them. I learned to trace any drawing on a book. I learned how to recite the alpahabet, the numbers, the days of the week and the months of the year in an American accent mentored by the late Mommy Cura of South Merville School. When I got back home, I would act like a teacher, though the truth was I wanted to be a doctor. I let my folks and relatives arrange their chairs and let them sit properly while I got my small blackboard and chalk then I start my lessons. I let them pronounce words the way my teachers let us pronounce words. I got irritated when they were noisy and when they mispronounce some words. Then I end my lesson after a little quiz on a pad paper. I checked them and marked them. Other than those, I even boasted that I was better than them. When I actually started in school, I don't know what "anong pangalan mo?" means. I had to ask my Auntie for translations. But there was something strange about me. When I was 4 to 5 years old, I began to put my right leg on top of my other leg and twist them together. I don't know why it felt good. But I often got a spank on my leg when I do that. It only happens when I see two people on tv kissing. During these years in my life, I was prone to colds, coughs and fever and worst get my asthma attacks. In school, I was a different Ivy. They said I was smart, assertive, playful, but not friendly though my name means "friendly". I wasn't since I was not tactful enough with the words I use in school. As long as I have something to say and for as long as I want to say it to someone, I would, even if it would hurt. They hated me for that. When I was in Kindergarten, I was absent for 2 longs weeks because of my asthma. When I got back to school, with a little review of the things I have not learned, it was already our activity test, and for some good reasons I can't comprehend, I only got 2 mistakes. I ranked 2nd in that grade. It was the time my teacher said that she had to accelerate me to Grade 1. Inay didn't listen and didn't accept the offer so I got in to Prep. I was branded talkative when I was in Prep. It was the time when my teacher placed a masking tape on my mouth because she wanted us to go to sleep but when I nodded my head I would still talk, but because I was stubborn, I removed it. She even asked my classmate, who was her favorite, to put more on my mouth. At dismissal, I got a lot of scolding and whipping from my Auntie and Daddy at home. I learned, so I didn't talk too much in school. I was boastful of anything new in my stuff from pencils to shoes. I accidentally kicked the eye of my classmate, unfortunately, I kicked the one she loves most, so again, I went home with a lot of scolding and whipping. I vowed to myself to never get near that girl again. But I didn't like the thought that she would think I'm an enemy, so I said sorry, shaked her hand and offered her a big smile. That girl and I were a tandem in the honor's list. She always ranked 1st and I 2nd. We were often picked as declaimers for the Declamation Day. But I didn't last in that rank until Grade 4. I went down. I was intimidated by many of my classmates. That was also the time when someone named Bryan, a classmate of my elder bro, courted me. I didn't like him. I do have crushes but I don't want to dwell in any of those non-sense before. I answered him for the sake of letting him stop and I really hurt him a lot of times. Before we broke up, I tore my picture, which he shot during the Scouting Camp Day. It was a stolen shot of me. One of my cruhes, Stephen, became a close friend of mine when I became a Student Council Officer, an Assistant Secretary. He was nice to me. He had a girlfriend that time but months later, they broke up. He was sweet to me. He almost courted me, but I was too innocent about those things. During my grade 4 years, I had a deal with a guy named Ryan, a repeater of Grade 5 because he was unruly, rude, lazy and all. Our deal goes (I forgot what it was all about), if he wins, he'll kiss me and if I win, I will spank him hard on the face. Unluckily, I lost, so he did kiss me, but he tricked me...He kissed me on my lips but a strange thing happened. When he did that, my soul went outside my body. My body was nothing. It was a statue. He was kissing a statue. When I went back to my body, I asked if that was a kiss. He wanted to kiss me back because he said I didn't feel it. I protested and lied, but he was right, I didn't feel it. He almost raped me inside a comfort room to get even with me because I really embarassed him infront of my busmates. He was inside the girls' comfort room, and when I opened it because I was about to pee, he pulled me in and locked the door. I fought with all the strength I had. My fear turned to anger and I pushed him hard that made him fell near the toilet bowl so I managed to get out and told my calssmates about it. The principal knew the incident from another person. He was kicked out. That was the time I turned really strong. It was also in Grade 4 when my cousin, Romy, passed away because of stab wounds. I hated the man who killed him and vowed to remember his name, so if ever he'll cross my path, God forgive me, but I will really kill him! I was strong. All the bad words I knew went out of my mouth from that day. I turned into a serious person. I never withdrew from a fight or a challenge. That's when I learned to take on challenges. In Grade 5, I still play Chinese garter, the ten-twenty, the Jackstone, and all other things girls play. Stephen would call me by my surname and I would do the same. We would have gotten too intimate with each other that time, but I did not allow it because it was wrong. During this year, a guy named Conrad, bumped on to me hitting my cheekbone, I got mad at him, but I just cried. I saw him when we got this little store when i was in high school and just laughed about what happened then. I was sent out by my teacher for being listed as one of the noisy pupils in class, but I still managed to laugh at what happened to us. In Grade 6, I bagged some achievements like holding the flag during the scouting camp, conducted the Philippine National Anthem during graduation, awarded as Artist of the Year (whose certificate I wasn't able to retrieve until this day), had my last threatrical acting stint for the guild and Declamation Day, and ranked 3rd Honorable Mention (or Rank 5). The funniest memory during my life in Grade 6 was when boy named Virgil, challenged me to a duel. I told him not to especially if I have my shorts on under my skirt. But he insisted. I even joked that if he wants to have a "square" with me, he had to go back inside the campus get a chalk and draw a square on the ground. That made hime mad so he started punching me but his fists never touched my face. When it was my turn, I kicked him and hit his balls. He's voice went small because of the pain but managed to punch me hard on the face (or was it a punch?). I wasn't even hurt but my classmate got worried. I only got a red mark on my cheeks and rubbed it off. No pain at all. This was the year when I almost got suspended because of a stupid security guard of the school. This was also the year when I started asking my late Grandma why I was seeing things which no one can see and dream dreams that were so clear and true to me.