Cebu Pacific

Cebu Pacific

i am going to the place i call home. thus, i am buying my tickets

Bloggering ng mga di-makatulog

I don't know why such a behavior had been punishing me every night.

I am just a simple person who takes vitamins, sleeps, go to work and engage on a day to day activity

It has been alarming that for the past few days I cant sleep.

Could it be fate or could it be fantasy.

I have avoided thinking of things I shouldnt be thinking or taking peformance boosters like viagra (as if I was taking such medicine, hehehe)

I wonder if the coffee that I have avoided to drink for months and months now had been providing me such a side-effect.

i even have contracted the milk that I drink every night to give me good night sleep but I wont. SO here am I tonight, typing this same old crap. THIS is a litany that I have been aching to say. Oh wait, I forget did I mention that facebook has been driving me nuts because I have finished answering almost every single nonesense quiz they have on it?

Oh and I also have finished every show there is on youtube (oh that reminds me theres another show on Fred's channel )

What a sickness this is. I wished I could just take a sleeping pill and sleep and never wake up again. (Oh no, I dont wnat to do that, unless theres someone who is going to wake me up with a kiss and never ever sleep again) but then it would be agaian a problem that I could never sleep on time.

Oh I remember when I was a kid, i would never hold on to what my grandmother say when they commanded me to sleep.

They could never win against me when I dont want to sleep unless they spank me and let me kneel done on grains of salt or rice maybe. That was a painstaking method that have hunted me when I was in Grade school.

And now I have less the time in the world that i would pray on every GOd known to the world just to buy some sleep on schedule.

I wonder if I could put those things back again so that I could solve this dilemma I have tonight.

God bless all of you who could buy sleep. have a great evening! or should I say morning.

Search Engine

I tried to search for my name on Google and the Screen shot on the left were the results. There had been many search sites that are coming out of the internet nowadays. When I was in High school I regard them as research tools only and I am not thinking about any significance that these tools have provided me.


We now have plenty of Googles here and there. I started to know Yahoo! as the Website I usually use then, then I discovered about the local version of yahoo! the yehey site that i have heared that are about to close and be sold, That certain site was really great in local listings and directories.


When i was in 2nd year college I learned about the netscape and ask.com and askjeeves, i was trying to research about HIV and its origin, I was even caught an adult website while I was looking for the topic, I then said that askjeeves did try to research about the topic thoroughly! HEHEHE.


I like the fact that every single day I get in touch with these sites and day to day I experience that these websites are really cool. I wonder how they find hidden websites and take the queries and be found.

I have discovered another way of searching that had been really cool. Bing on the other hand promises to be a decision engine. If u type in a mathematical sentence it will provide you the answer. hahaha, It might be a nice substitute if u dont have a calculator, Truly useless if you have a calculator on your PC.

and ask on the other hand would provide you an answer to your WH and How questions. the really difficult thing about it is that If I am the searcher I wouldnt be wasting my time typing in my question if all I have to type is the keyword.

I like this site though coz I do sometime shave a hard time checking on what really I would want to know. I need to use the how and where often to signify places, habits, and events.


there are many search engines that have gone by and so, You could click on the link and visit them.Here are some:

Timeline (full list)
Year	Engine	Event
1993	Aliweb	Launch
	JumpStation	Launch
1994	WebCrawler	Launch
	Infoseek	Launch
	Lycos	Launch
1995	AltaVista	Launch
	Open Text Web Index	Launch[1]
	Magellan	Launch
	Excite	Launch
	SAPO	Launch
1996	Dogpile	Launch
	Inktomi	Founded
	HotBot	Founded
	Ask Jeeves	Founded
1997	Northern Light	Launch
	Yandex	Launch
1998	Google	Launch
1999	AlltheWeb	Launch
	GenieKnows	Founded
	Naver	Launch
	Teoma	Founded
	Vivisimo	Founded
2000	Baidu	Founded
	Exalead	Founded
2003	Info.com	Launch
2004	Yahoo! Search	Final launch
	A9.com	Launch
	Sogou	Launch
2005	MSN Search	Final launch
	Ask.com	Launch
	GoodSearch	Launch
	SearchMe	Founded
2006	wikiseek	Founded
	Quaero	Founded
	Ask.com	Launch
	Live Search	Launch
	ChaCha	Beta Launch
	Guruji.com	Beta Launch
2007	wikiseek	Launched
	Sproose	Launched
	Wikia Search	Launched
	Blackle.com	Launched
2008	Powerset	Launched
	Viewzi	Launched
	Cuil	Launched
	Boogami	Launched
	LeapFish	Beta Launch
	VADLO	Launched
	Sperse! Search	Launched
	Duck Duck Go	Launched
	Searchme	Launched
2009	Bing	Launched

NOKIA CARE LINE

My phone Has just gone back to the Nokia boot up screen when I left it on my bag,a safe place. It has not been moved dropped or anything. I tried every single thing posted on the discussions page like the 3 key reset. Taking the batt , sim out and booting it back on. It did not turn on. IT has always been a bad experience at your centers. i dont even know why its called a nokia care center when people there dont care how people who go there feels to have any issues with their phones.

Its such a shame that your already aggrevated due to the fact that your phone is not working and your important data would be lost if their not backed up. and yet some of the center rep are making evrything worst, they are making it hard for us to have our devices repaired, Do they even know that they are far away to reach at? do they even understand that it really is inconvenient to have that same aggrevation with the phones being crappy?

I hope nokia would really care about their customers.

I just had my phone for more than 6 months. The first month i got it it messed up on me. the 3rd moth it did the same. I cant even be sure if after they have repaired my phone if it would even last a yr. This is really is amazing that they couldn't replace the phone as being that it really is not working well.

I will be going to one of your centers tomorrow. I hope I wont be having the same thing as before:

1. waiting for 3 hours to be entertained by the rep.

2. Talking to them as if you are the one who made the phone crappy, when it is not you who manufactured it.

3. Being advised to go back after two hours after t5he phone is being rebooted

4. wasting your time for hours and hours just to be advised that you would need to come back tomorrow since the phone is not yet ready yet.

5. Coming back to the store again, this time advised that you would need to come back after a week. and so on and so forth.

I hope that other customers are not experiencing these dilemma .

Jayann Mariel's Birthday!

Happy Birthday Jayann Mariel Birog

this is me

KIM and I

CAmille and I were just making fun of everything here.. I like her eyeglasses..


she was showing me the teacher get-up she showed in the morning with their school activity


she is showing off the eyeglasses which was cute with her innosent face,. hehehhe


wait I forgot vmy glasses too..


hehehe



I

am

now enjoying and having fun with her company.

PICASAMAZING

I AINT A PERSON WHO LOVES HIMSELF BUT I LIKE TRYING NEW THINGS ABOUT SOFTWARES AND MANY OTHR THINGS I HAVE ON THE NET.. i AM TRYING PICASA FROM GOOGLE WHICH JUST GOT OUT OF THE BETA STAGE.. I THINK YOU SHOULD TRY THIS FEATURE BECAUSE THIS IS REALLY AMAZING


I LIKE USING THIS THING I HOPE YUOU TRY THIS ONE TOO

Ang kagandahan ng Kagalingan sa Pagsisinungaling:Isang tip sa mga Hindi mmaXadong Sinungaling tulad KO

Ang haba naman ng title nitong post na ito. MAGKAXA kaya ito sa Multiply kong walng kasing kupas? wala naman sigurong mkakabasa dito anu? Hay, Actually walang kinalaman ang title na nasa taas sa isususlat ko dito (actually hindi ko nmn ito sinulat eh, tinype ko kaya tong blog naito.) SO anu ang purpose ng paglalagay ng title kong wala nmng kinalaman sa isususlat? So parang sinabi mo  na walang kuwenta tong isinulat mo Greje?

Hoy isa pang greje wag ka ngang mangingialam sa isinusulat ko! AT teka sino ba boss mo ako o yung sarili mo?

Ay so sorry poh. A-K-O -- A-N-G -- I-Y-O-N-G k-O-N-S-E-N-X-A (KAKAPAGOD MAGLAGAY NG DASH AT  KAKAPINDOT NG SHIFT! Ayan ... hay salamat. 

hay kahit sino ka pa ako naman ang nagpapaandar sa iyo.. teka balik sa topic.

Anu nga ba ulit topic natin?

Hay, xangapla. Guys bumaba na ang pamasahe? anu pamasahe? hindi ah! ay mali bababa palng pla. Bumaba ng LImang piso (Yes limang piso ang  presyo ng GASOLINA ay MAli na nmn Yung Deiseil pla

HAy, balitang hindi ko maintindihan, oo may recesion pero dahil na rin siguro sa mga credit card na hindi mabayaran nagkakaroon ng krissis at nakonsenxa rin ang mga BIG petroleum company na wag nang dagdagan ang pahiramsa mga Pilipino. Sabagay AMg-UUndas na rin so medyo mabili ang gasolina dahil marami ang magbibiyahe at mamasyal sa mga .... Talagang mali ka dahil hindi nmn sa sementeryo ang tungo ng marami. dahil sa BOracay, Puerto galera, at palawan ang tungo ng mga holloween frenzy people. hay ewan pero  dahil na rin sa sobrang hirap ng buhay ang mga tao sa Kamaynilaan at sa buong bansa ay nagdesisyon na WAg nang magpunta sa mga probinxa dahil sa kataka-takang  bitin na bakasyon. Una, walng deklarasyon ng bakasyon ng tatlong araw bago ang undas. Hindi na holiday dahil sabado naman at wala namang mabibiting pisina. Sabagay hindi naman kami apektado dahil wala nm tlgang holiday na maituturing sa aming mga hamak na mga empleyado ng ARChes..

HAy! anu na kaya nag nangyayari sa mundong ibabaw matapos ang walang hanggan at multiple holidays na meron sa Pilipinas aat ang walang sawang paglilipat ng  holidays na anauso sa Pinas Talagang nakapgtatakang hindi pa nauuso ang paglilipat ng araw ng panganganak at arw ng birthday. Hindi pa nauuso ang paglilipat ng arw ng Lunes ay ilipat sa araw ng sabado o ang biyernes ay hindi pa naillipat sa araw ng LInggo. kailan kaya iyon mangyayari?

magugunaw na ata ang daigdig. wla akong mabalitaan na hindi kakaiba. nauuso na nmn ang bombahan ang hacking at katakot takot na death threats. hay bigla ba nmn akong pinagsabihan ng mga  Filthy words ng walang hiyang kano na di ko malamn kung  Puti, Black, Brown, Pink,  violet O anuman ang kulay ng balat nya.(racist ba ito?) Hay naku Greje grabeh Muntik ko na xang pagsabihan na kahit ilang death threats pa ang iharap mo sa akin hindi mo ako mapapatay. Hindi rin naman ako sakim sa tulong kung gusto nya .  Pero wala sanang bastusan! sana Pag tumwag uli xa makahanap xa ng matatakot nya. kahit sang lupalop pa xa galing Hindi ako matatakot sa kanya. at hindi ako bobo para pagsabihan nya akong IDIOT. Honor student ata ito.

Good luck sa kanya pakasal na lang siya kay madam auring para magenjoy sila sa kubeta. SI micheal jackson kausapin nya pra magpaopera at Sex change din xa!

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ANu? >>>>> Sa iyo nalang yang bulaklak at kandila mo Hindi pa kami Patay. SIge na nga Umuwi ka na! MAtulog K N at MAghilamos k At MAgtoothbrush ka. MAbaho na ang Multiply Dahil sa iyo//

>>>>> ITS grejester signing OFFFF/////// GOOODbYe

My Book Shelf

Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog

Memoirs

Memoirs of Greje

Chapter I: I am Greje.

GREJE pretty unique huh? Ever wonder why it’s my name? Ever thought of it as a word coming from a foreign language? Ever thought of it as just a name never have ever been thought before?

I hate it when people mispronounce my name. I really hate it when they say it in the olden time folk’s way. It seems that I become older by 50 years every time they mispronounce it.

Oh well, there is nothing with my name to messed up with it’s just too unique to be mispronounced. Even me, myself mispronounce my name. Ha, I may laugh that bad at times but it is the truth have to live with. It’s already written in my name. Well, should I be thankful of its uniqueness? Should I hate it and Appeal for a new name? Well, it won’t be necessary anymore. Economically speaking I shouldn’t be. The court procedures might leave me broke.

I don’t want to change my name anymore, but as time goes by my friends, classmates, and some others would attempt to give me some nicknames. Though they suck at times, I still accept them. I do respond when they call me Paul. “Hey Paul, what’s up?” they would occasionally say. I would just look at them and smile saying, “I’m just fine”.

Paul is very far from the name that I should be using. But they are used to it and are really using it very comfortably. I really do recommend them to use my real name, so they tried altering the way they call me. They omitted the last syllable of my name and call me Grej /Gredz/. Well, it had been fine with me. I’m getting used to it anyway.

Oh, so much for my name. It’s not the issue here. Well, could I just ask myself why I am writing this awful story of mine? Sigh, you might say that I may be pathetic after reading this. It might also be so dramatic. Please bear with me. These stories will just be accounting what I feel about this world I am into from the awakening of my thoughts, from the day I started to be talkative and a lot more. They are all about me and all about everything I do. I’m writing these accounts to everyone who would want to read these for them to understand me. Why I have been acting this way and what I want to be In the near future. Feel free to give me your comments and more after reading this. May you enjoy this little story of mine, and please whatever you may read from these stories please don’t share this with other people. It is just between you and me. Of course you can share some of them to your friends. But as much as possible Keep it SECRET.

“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

Chapter II: The Decision

I may not be here today to tell you how blessed I am. I may not be the person whom you’d be talking with now. I won’t be the person whom you are irritated right now. I won’t be the person whom you know today--- whom you’re angry at, whom you’d be annoyed with. These things won’t happen to you or to me if I didn’t take the path that I have chosen today.

I have been here for 18 years and 6 months now. I have been into the worst that life can offer. I really don’t understand why I should be taking such bad experience. I wonder why people should undergo such a hard time doing something when you can have it all in a different way.

My father used to tell me stories about how they have overcome the challenges when they were just starting to have their own family. They used to tell me about how they managed to have a family with just 50 pesos on their pocket. They were not that prepared when they started a family. They weren’t that good as well. My father finished college, yet he did not have job. I would blame him for this because he didn’t perform well. My mother on the other hand finished two years of college. They hand in hand helped each other to have a family. They used to tell me about the products that they cook. The sagmani, a type of kakanin common in the province, had been their way of surviving the hardships in life. My mother prepares them while my father sells them to our neighbors. If they happen to sell all of their products, the money will be used to buy the food, but if they won’t be able to sell all, the remaining kakanin shall serve as their food for the rest of the day.

During rainy days of their lives they were together. In good and bad times they were happy. The happiness inside their house got even better when they had a child. It was the decision that they have lived with. For me it has been one of the best decisions they have ever thought of.

TREES

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Chapter III: September 29, 1989

And so it was. On September 29,1989, a baby boy was blessed upon Bernardo M. Abangan and Gloria R. Abangan. They were all pleased to welcome this little baby boy to the world. Gloria was probably exhausted when she brought him into this world. He might have been laboring for about an hour or two by then, but all of these efforts were covered by the joy when they finally see their son crying right before their very eye. It had been six months of care and anxiety, now they finally see themselves having a baby.

They raised their child with dignity. They trained him to be God-fearing and loving person. They did what they can just to bring him into the world with guidance.

Two years after, all rejoiced as another member of the family has been born. September 29, 1991. The birth of the second child and the birthday celebration of their eldest came. It was a good day for all of us. It’s a double celebration according to them.

The number 9 and my favorite numbers have been so helpful to me in everyway. In basketball and other athletic meets I always use my birth day as a number behind my shirt. It is also important for me to remember them because they are the numbers that I always use in my accounts and some password IDs. Truly number 29 will always be with me till the day that I die.

Now everytime this date passes by there remains a memorable part of it each year and they will always be a part of everything I am. From this day forward. 09.29.89 has been the numbers that I always use in some transactions that I make. They are easy to remember, and above all they are very much close to my heart. Maybe someday they will be the numbers that will win the jackpot at the Lottery, so what are you waiting for? Come and bet now. I’m just kidding.

Chapter IV: I am Greje

June, 1995, it was my first day in school. I never thought of anything that could have happen then. Yes, I know how to write and a lot of my ABC. I already know about the shapes and sizes and many different things, but I don’t even know how to speak with other people. I was so ashamed of myself. Oh, what a shy type of person I was then. I wonder how I’ve survived that day?

The day started with me being introduced by our teacher in front of the class. I am in front of different faces. I don’t know them at all. I wonder why I should be with them. I really don’t know how everyone thinks about me. I don’t know if they like me or what. All I know is that I am Greje. That is the only phrase I remember coming out of my mouth on that day. My parents have injected me some thoughts that would excite me just to fill me with enthusiasm to join the school. I think they have done it well, but the real results came into play when I finally stepped inside the room. The enthusiasm had suddenly turned into anxiety. I probably have slipped my tongue and forgot to think about other things except for my name.

My name has always been an issue. When we started to write our names and practice writing all those all headings we have to write before the exams, I have aced with it for my name was too short compared to my classmates. We wrote all those monotonous headings for about an hour or two. It was really so exhausting. I think I had my fingers fractured due to that exercise. It was so pain staking.

Our teacher Mrs. Joy was so glad to give us a lot of new things to discover. She was equally good in teaching. I learned a lot from her. GMRC has been the subject right after the flag ceremony. After which English, my favorite subject, will follow. Mathematics will soon be thought about when recess wraps up. Science has been the signal that the morning session is about to end and we will be going home in a few minutes. The parents would finally be there to fetch my classmates. What a beautiful sight. I was just so contented watching my classmates being fetched one by one. And afterwards, I would go home walking or ridden by a tricycle.

In the afternoon, Filipino and Sibika at Kultura will be the subjects. After these subjects, the whole day of school ends with the announcement of the sweepers. I would always raise my hand to read who’s in the list for the day. I’m assigned on Monday. And after these events end, A common sight of parents fetching their children would fill me with envy. I couldn’t help it but to be happy for what I can see that is happening to my classmates. My heart breaks into pieces when I try to walk away from our room seeing a lot of them happy, a child kissing her mother on the left, a child running to her father, a smile welcoming them. What a happy sight. It breaks me in two when that single moment of my life it was really rare for me to have such opportunity.

I seldom ask myself is this really Greje? Am I Greje? It has been the greatest question I have ever thought of. Who am I? Who will I be?

Chapter V: You’re an Honor student? And so...?

Finishing my first grade elementary was quite good. My inhibitions have been covered up by the fact that I learned about my potentials. I rarely hear about the good things that I have done. There had been zero appreciation for every accomplishment that I make. It has been understatement of me that I should live without being noticed.

My father had been converted to a new religion. They were born again, according to a tag line. I was in 2^nd grade that time. From the very beginning this tag line entered into my senses, persecutions had been usual. People did not accept the fact that I am a member of that certain congregation. I wished for their happiness and success while they curse me to die. I prayed for their forgiveness while they pushes me and laughed at me. I shared words of wisdom and friendship with them when they don’t accept it. It was a nice change. This was the reality then. The right to have freedom in religion was underscored by the prejudice people have in their minds. Well, it had been the case from then on.

The whole family have been in the religion and we are happy to be in it. Even my grandmother who had been a strong catholic fanatic then had also change. My grandmother would even try to go to our local church even if she feels bad about her health. She tried many kinds of alternative medicine just to cure her sickness but nothing seems to give her the results she wanted. My grandmother had been my inspiration through and through. Even though we haven’t talked that much I really can’t forget her. I often disregard her because of her age. I remember the times when I always step on her beautifully made up toe nails. She would call me in her slow, deep, harsh voice, “Greje”. She often tells me about the way the lived in the past.

A bright same old, typical morning welcomed me that day. The sun was shining bright. All seems to be right. I didn’t notice my mother’s voice right inside that room that used to ignore. What I did notice is the cold wind coming out from that room. It seems to hug me like someone I know before. It made me so tensed that I couldn’t move my feet to trod on that certain direction where I heard the voice of a weeping lady. It was too late for me to know that sad news. I gently trod my feet towards that room and a vivid picture of an old lady lying in her bed with no life struck me. I don’t what to do that time. I didn’t know what emotion I should act that moment. I don’t know if I should cry or what. All the picture tells me is the fact that the person whom I’m annoyed with had been gone for good.

Several days passed, varied things have come into play. The whole house was filled with a lot of people visiting the corpse of my lola. Then I had the opportunity of meeting a lot of people from different parts of the country. My relatives from Manila and Leyte whom I never knew before came to visit. All of them coming into the scene with different emotions: My uncle was crying when he came. My aunt was calm when she arrived. Some were happy, while some were not that emotional at all. All of these giving me the fact that people such as them really loves my grandmother.

When my grand mother was buried, all of the memories have come back. They all reminded me of the old person whom I was annoyed with. Then a realization told me that we remember the value of the person when he or she is already gone.

I was a bout to finish my second grade when these events have happened. The school year was about to end. The teacher announced who were in the top ten of the class. Our teacher told me that I was on top of it. I was so excited to go home and tell my parents about it. I was running for joy as I come home. The whole room was so dark. On a table is my father doing something. My mother was in the kitchen cooking our meal. I greeted them good morning showed them my card. As if unnoticed they continued doing what they were doing before I came home. I left the card let on the table. I was about to tell them about the news when our neighbor who was then a teacher at our school came. “Oh, Greje is such a brilliant boy he is the first honor on the list. She showed the program of activities to them.” says our neighbor. “Oh, you should be ready for tomorrow”, she added. My mother got excited about it and cheered me up.

When we were about to go to our school trouble came. An argument about me has sprout out. My father didn’t like me getting the honor. It was my perception when he told me those words saying, “Pa-honor honor man hine…..” I was so disappointed about it. It broke my heart in two. I don’t know if it was my fault to earn an honor. I am not even sure if I should be happy about it. Will I think for it as a complement? Or a liability?

From that day on, I started to make it as a challenge. I started earning honors from grade 2 till grade 6.

When I reached grade six, I was third honors for the whole batch. It has been a great competition as we competing with people from a Special class. I was the only person coming from a regular class outside the special program but I aced all of the challenges and all of them were shocked to know that someone coming from a regular class would come out to be an honor student.

The following tells you about my years in elementary:

Grade	Section	Honors
1	5	None
2	4	First honors
3	3	Second honors
4	SPED C	First Honors
5	SPED B (Section 1)	First Honors
6	SPED A	Third Honors

Chapter VII: Eighty Five

I really hate number 85. It really is the grade that I have to maintain all the time. Since high school, my teachers would challenge me to maintain that grade. It’s the least that we should have in every subject. Once we already have it, we can no longer have the chance to receive the honors. It really is so difficult to attain. Everyone would work hard just to refrain from getting that grade. Well, I never did get that certain grade. I worked hard for me not to get them.

One of my favorite subjects is History. I always memorize and comprehend each and every word that the book would suggest. I always top in our exams in history. I never thought that I would have such grade in that subject. For me it’s the easiest subject. Nevertheless it is the most ignored subject of all. I never thought that I will have a problem with it. Our teacher then was so strict. Our attendance, attitude, and other assignments were strictly marked. It wasn’t a treat at all for me.

Our professor at the end of the first quarter told me that I had 84 in my card. I won’t be included in the list of honors therefore. I was so disappointed. I couldn’t believe I’m already out of the list. Out of depression, I did not work well on my subjects. I was so fed up and found no purpose of studying for there will be no rewards to be given anymore.

It was too late of me to know that it wasn’t the grade that was recorded on my card. I have to recover all my dignity and therefore study well. At the end of the semester, I did well. I topped the exams. I learned a lesson on a hard way. It was too late for me but I did my best. It is where I started to be mindful of my actions. Now, I don’t belittle my other subjects.

Now I really love number 85. I still have to maintain the same grade with my college GPA. I really have to. It is my scholarship that is at stake, so work very hard just to attain this goal.

Chapter VIII: High School Graduation

All are dressed in white clothes, holding a mortar on my left hand, we fall in line. I was with my old shoes. The ribbon on my clothes were dangling as if they were about to fall. People started to crowd. Parents of my classmates started to fall in line too. They were all happy. My classmates posed for shots. Sparkle of glitters shine on their faces as their faces were covered by make up. The whole atmosphere was filled with the spirit of no ending joy.

I was on the second row at the second column. On my line are my classmates arranged in alphabetical order. My classmates are with their parents. As the music of the famous theme for graduation fills the air, students started to walk in front towards the gym. It was so painful to me while my classmates walk through the isle of the gym with their parents. I was the only one who walked without anyone to accompany me.

We sat in front of the stage. Knowing that after all of this ceremony, we are officially off the campus, the contract between SSU and the students would finally end. After this event we are no longer the responsibility of our school. I started to cry when the theme have finished playing. The whole atmosphere has been colder than even before.

Our advisor started to whisper some words into my mouth to ask me if my parent is within the crowd. I started to look from left to right. I couldn’t find anyone of my parents. When my name was called by the mater of ceremonies, I stood up, looked as if I was trying to find someone, and found someone standing behind the throng of women. I went up the stage and wait for a medal to be wrapped around my neck. I was so glad to have the medal, though I wasn’t in with the honors no one had ever surpassed my award in Science. I am really happy about it. I was so proud of it.

As the ceremonies end, the question of what ifs played into my mind. What if I studied well/ what if I did not experience prejudice? What if I was the person that I used to be? What if I did not slack? What if I wasn’t rebellious? Will I be wearing more than one medal? Will I be happier? All have been a question of what ifs.

Epilogue

These accounts about myself are just a portion of what I really want to share with you. I want to share more stories about myself and how I feel about the events that have shaped me but time is really rare for me to spare with. Maybe for the next few years I will be able to develop more them into writing. Only time will tell. For now this will be the account of who I am, The memoirs of being me, the memoirs of being Greje.