Writing 101 Day Four : The Serial Killer

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.


 

Honestly, she is one of the reason why I stop writing/blogging before. Even though the prompt says it doesn’t need to be depressive. I think I can write about it now. I will write it in a non-depressive way.

February 5, 2010 the worst day of my life. This is the day when I lost my mom. She owns the biggest part of my life. How a 16 year old boy cope up with the loss? It’s difficult it was more harder than I thought. Being a Mom’s boy, whenever I need something I just yell “Mom! Where is.. Mom! Can I have.. Mom! I need to go somewhere else! I need an allowance..” It’s always “Mom!” First months are depressing because I need to think that I am on my own now. There’s no Mom to call at, there’s no Mom to yell and say “Can I have?”. Particularly going to the market and cook our food for breakfast, in the afternoon and dinner. What I only have is “Me”. My dad is not always around. We’re not that close before. We don’t even talk that much. At home my mom cleans everything. What do I know about cleaning? I used to play video games in the computer. It was a big adjustment for me.

I started in College without a Mom but then I was lucky to have my Sister. I owe her a lot. She stands as my second Mom when Mom left us. She is my mentor/teacher in Life. She is very supportive!

Whenever I saw old women walking on the streets I used to remember my mom. What if she is here with us? You know. Lots of “What ifs” in my mind.  The loss of my Mom brought us to reality that we have to work for ourselves. We have to stand up and be brave for whatever obstacles that may life give us. Four years after my mom died, a lot has changed in me. I can feel it. Though its a long and hard adjustment but I made it. I can now manage my allowance for my daily needs in school and at home. I clean my room everyday, not letting the bed bugs bite me. I do the laundry. I do everything for myself.

Losing is something that is necessary in life. For us to learn something and to improve furthermore. ~Guy

I may have lost my mom but not her unconditional love. She will always be forever in my heart. Always. It thought me to be more responsible and think like a real man. Its not a loss, its a gain.

Someday all of us will leave this world especially our loved ones. They will lose us but not our hearts and the good or bad things that we did. We need to ponder up more of the positive things in life while we are here.

In every loss there’s a gain. ~Guy

And How is that for a non-depressive way of writing? So give your utmost love to your loved ones right now. You can kiss them on the cheek, hug them just simply say I love you.

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Senior College

This will be my last year in College. Some schools here in the Philippines will resume classes this coming Monday. While our school will resume next Monday, time really flies so fast. It feels like it was just yesterday when we’re as Freshmen’s. I remember breaking a chair on one of the eating place in our school because I was really that heavy. I was overweight though. I weigh 95 kg. and some of my friends thought me to be a Gangster because I wear very loose shirts when there is an event at school. I don’t really know how or when did I start loosing weight, it just happened. One day I woke up realizing that I am loosing weight. Now, I weigh 69 kg. I really lose a lot of fats in my body. I am now confident to sit on the chairs at the canteens at school and of course the thought that I was a Gangster remained as a memory. I can now walk confidently to our corridors with no worries that someone will look at me as a fat and a cute big guy (Just kidding).

I also remember when we had our Speech Choir, we have to wear this outfit that the other armpit was exposed when you raise your arm. I really don’t have a white and clean looking armpit way back that time.  Its a mess. (SPG) But that moment when we are on stage I ignored every single negative thoughts in my mind on how they are going to think of about me. Then we Won the competition, bringing home the trophy was the happiest moment of my life when I was in my Freshmen days. The sacrifice that I did with my armpit is a success and worthy (Just kidding again). And of course my armpit now is good looking like me. No trace at all. No. Trace. At. All.

We are now Seniors and next year we are going to graduate, hopefully. This will be my last year so I will really do my best and to really exert more effort studying my lessons and having good scores on exams.

I encourage all Seniors to be at your best this last academic year. Not only here in the Philippines but also overseas. Good luck everyone!