If you ask, “Who is Mikee?”

Some will say,

“Oh! The short girl!”

“The dancer that only knows how to lock.”

“Someone.”

“The one with the pimples.”

“I don’t know.”

While others will say,

“She is my best friend!”

“She is my best friend too!”

“My best friend.”

“A friend of mine.”

“My sister.”

Do they really know the real Mikee? Is she really the dancer, the best friend, the short girl and the sister? Is she really? Well, let’s find out.

Mikee, born on February 5, 1998, is the very first child of her parents. At a very young age she learned how to read and write. She has been taught really well by her parents. At an age of four, she had a baby sister and a baby brother at an age of 6. At a very young age she learned how to be responsible. She lost her father at an age of 12. She learned how to be independent.

Now, Mikee is a high school student studying in CavSci. At first she didn’t really like the idea of going to this school but she did anyway because her mom is too persistent. As she years passed by, she realized that the school was not bad at all. She found out who she really was.

Mikee is someone who listens to other people’s complaints and problems.

She is someone who is willing to give help and advices to those in need.

Mikee is someone who is willing to suffer just for you to not.

She is someone who is loyal to a friend and a family.

Mikee loves her family.

She loves them way too much.

Mikee is simple.

She doesn’t like make-ups, even powders.

Mikee loves sneakers.

She loves collecting them.

Mikee loves chocolates.

She loves eating.

Mikee is someone who can dance, but only a couple of type of dances.

She is someone who can dance anywhere and not care about it.

Mikee is someone who can’t sing but will sing anyway.

She is someone who has a passion for music.

Mikee loves instruments.

She can play most of them.

Mikee love bands and every genre of music.

She loves music.

But MIkee also has a dark side.

She can be pretty ruthless and vicious.

Mikee is quiet when she is mad.

She can be competitive.

Mikee knows how to lie.

She knows how to escape her way out of it.

Mikee is gullible.

She also knows how to make someone gullible.

Mikee is secretive.

She knows how to act like an open book when she really isn’t.

Mikee is hiding secrets, too many to be honest.

She knows how hide them with no interest of sharing them at all.

Mikee is a mystery.

Who is Mikee?

Mikee is me.

I am Mikee.

Are you still willing to know me?

Thanks for the Memories

Memories worth keeping forever.

Stepping into the Maliksi Building, I was trembling, not of fear but of anxiousness and nervousness. The building itself was intimidating and so I was. As I stepped inside my new classroom for the year, I felt unreal. I didn’t know what was ahead of me.

Days passed.

Weeks passed.

Months passed.

I was happy.

I was in ecstasy and I still am.

I didn’t know I could be happy during this time of my life.

Sure third year life is where all the pressure and the hard subjects are but it was the most fun year for me yet.

This year, I realized a lot of things. I realized the meaning of real friendship. I realized the importance of my family. I realized the love the teacher is giving us. I realized how hard it is to be a high school student. I realized how hard it is to manage time. I realized how hard it is to be alone in life. I realized how few people are willing to stay by your side when you are in trouble. I realized how uncaring people could be. I also realized how caring people could be. I realized that despite all of those negative things, third year life could be fun.

There are times when you feel like everything is a blur, like time is passing by so fast, and then it suddenly slows down at an important moment. That is what I feel right now. It seems like everything went by so fast, the classes, the parties, everything. I just want it to somehow slow down wishing for it to never end.

Of course, fun memories come from the best classes ever and those are the English classes and the Spanish classes. I don’t know why but whenever we have those two classes, I never get bored. It is like there is always something to wait for. English classes have always been fun this year. The experiences from this class were surreal. It was amazing to experience the speech choir and everything else. I would like to thank Ma’am May for that. It is because of her that we experienced these activities.

To summarize it all, this year is the most fun of all. It is where I realized everything and where I learned to care for everything. Third year life is the best of all. Thank you.

I am happy.

I am in ecstasy.

I didn’t know I will still be happy during this time of my life.

Days will pass.

Weeks will pass.

Months will pass.

Years will pass.

As I step out of the Maliksi Building, I will be trembling, not of fear but not of anxiousness either. I will be trembling because I will be crying. The building itself used to be intimidating but now it is filled with undying memories, good and bad, and so is my mind. Everything will be buried deep inside my mind and my heart. I will always know what I will leave behind me. Thank you for the memories.

It's Never Too Late to Apologize

287 Poblacion II, Governor’s Drive,

                                                                    Ternate, Cavite

                                                                           February 10, 2014

Dear Ching and Biboy,

            I am sorry for always not having time for the both of you. I am sorry for not being there when you needed me the most. I am sorry for not being what a big sister should me.

            I apologize for the things that I did and will do. I am sorry for the times that I made both of you feel really bad and down. I am sorry for all the yelling and the arguments. I apologize for venting out my anger at you guys.

            I know that those have been said and done and I could never take them back again. I apologize. Just know that I really am sorry for everything. I love both of you so much more than you think I do. I promise that I’ll try to be the best big sister ever. I love you both so much and always remember that I will always be here and anywhere near you, wherever you both are. I’ll just be a call away ready to help. Again, I apologize and I love you both so much

                                     

                                                       Sincerely,

                                                                                                    Ate Mikee

To the Almighty Up Above

Dear God,

        First of all I want to say thank you for everything little thing that you have done for us. You have given us more than what we deserve, what I deserve. I just want to say that I am really thankful for everything, especially, for giving me the greatest gift of all, my family.

My parents have always been good to me and my siblings. They have been so selfless and understanding. They have sacrificed a lot for us. They protected us, loved us, took care of us and did everything for our sake.

        In return to what they have done for me, I pray that you keep them well. I pray that you take care of them when they can’t take care of themselves. Please keep them safe in your loving embrace. Please keep them healthy and always guide them with your light through everything. Please be there when they are in need for a helping hand. I pray all of these to you, Almighty God.

        For my dad, I ask you to keep him safe with you. I know that he is in a better place now and is with you. I hope that he is doing well there. Please take care of him while he is waiting for us. Please don’t make him feel lonely and sad. Please tell him that I love him and I really miss him so much. Please take care of him.

        For my mom, I ask you to keep her safe and warm. I know that she is lonely there all by herself. Please make her feel warm in your loving embrace. Please make her feel that she is not alone through the highs and lows. Please guide her to the right path. I know that she is good in making decisions, but please help her whenever she needs to make one. Please guard her and protect her from any harm coming her way. Take care of her, please.

                                                                                       

                                                                          Praying for the best,

                                                                                  Mikee

From "YES!" to "NEVER."

   

If you would ask me if to turn back time,
I would probably jump around saying

“YES PLEASE!”

If you would ask me what my regrets are,

I would probably answer you with

“There’s too many to mention.”

The first time I realized I regret something was when I lost my father. I regret being selfish. I regret the times that I was out spending time with my friends instead of my family.

There was a time when I asked my father if I could go out with my friends. He immediately said yes. I went out with my friends and spent hours with them. I didn't notice that it was already late until I looked at the time; it was 8:30 pm. When I went back home my father was furious. I didn't know they haven’t eaten because they waited for me. I was ashamed of myself. My father lectured me about being late and not calling. I was bawling like a little kid right in front of him. He never got a chance to lecture me again. I never got the chance to hear his lectures again. I regret being selfish, careless, clueless and dumb.

I had lots of regrets after those events. I am a person who is really mean and I can’t seem to really take a good control of my anger. Whenever I got mad at my siblings, I tend to spat ruthless and hurtful words to them. I immediately regret venting out my anger after that.

I regret being so gullible.

I regret being so gullible to words that have been said meaninglessly but I thought they were meaningful anyway. I am that gullible.

I regret putting myself before my family.

I regret putting myself before my family when the only thing that they've been doing was putting me before them.

I regret most of the choices.

I regret most of the choices I’ve made that lead to me being like this.

Those regrets made me wish I was Aladdin so that I could have three wishes. I would wish to turn back time, to make everything right again. Those regrets made me wish that day never happened.

But then again, when I think about it, if I didn't make those choices then I wouldn't have learned anything. I wasn’t the way I was before then I wouldn't be who I am now. If I didn't regret anything then I wouldn't have learned something. It is because regrets are lessons in disguise. Those are there to teach us and show us something. It is up to us to take those lessons positively or negatively.

In my case, I took those lessons positively.

So if you ask me now what my regrets are,

I would answer you with

“Nothing.”

And if you ask me now to turn back time,

I would shake my head and tell you,

“I would NEVER.”

The Very First President of South Africa

News of Nelson Mandela being dead spread like wildfire everywhere. I was also shocked by the sudden death. He was a really brave and intelligent man. He knew just what to fight for and how to fight for it. He is a really great man. You are probably thinking why I am saying such things when I don't even know him personally. It's true that I didn't know him personally but I was one of those lucky ones who were able to speak with him, one on one.

It was a few years ago. . .

Flashback

I'm so excited! I am finally in South Africa.  I stepped off the last step on the stair and stared into the beautiful place that I am in, that is South Africa. I am really happy to be here. Before anything else, I should do what I was suppose to do here.

I pulled out my to-do list and saw that I have an hour before having the interview with the president of South Africa, Nelson Mandela. I asked my very own tour guide where I have to do and she helped me get there.

I was shaking as I was opening the door to Mr. Mandela's interview room. I was so thrilled that I thought I was going to throw up on spot because of the mixed excitement and nervousness. I slowly made my way through across the room to stand about a meter away in front of Mr. Mandela. He looked at me and smiled and told me to sit.

"You only have 10 minutes for this interview so please be as fast as you can.", his assistant told me. I nodded my head and took out my notebook full of questions. I looked up at him and introduced myself. He nodded urging me to go on.

I took my notebook that has been scribbled with questions for Mr. Mandela and decided which question to ask first. I looked up at him and asked him

"What thoughts came into your mind that you wanted to suddenly do all of this?"

He answered,

"Oh wow," I said. 
"For a person leading a whole new nation, what are your beliefs?" I asked.

He answered,

and

"How about what you have learned throughout the years if hardships and imprisonment?"

He answered,

                                                     

"What can you say to all of those people out there that are so close to giving up and to those who actually gave up?"

He said,

                                                   

"I am very sad to say that we don't have much time left. Do you any last words to say to the people of the world sir?"

He nodded, smiled and said,

A Midsummer Night's Dream

"What would you do if you suddenly fell into a trap in disguise? Would you rather scream for help and get out or would you let yourself fall in its mysterious black hole?" A mysterious boy whispered to me. He was too close. His face was unfamiliar. His whisper sent chills down my spine. I couldn't speak.

         "Welcome to hell." he whispered again. I was terrified.

I was woken up with both of the ringing sounds from my alarm clock and the loud shouting of my aunt asking me to wake up. That dream was really weird though. I slowly dragged my body from the oh so comfortable bed and stretched before making my way to the kitchen. 

I sighed. It is the first day of school. I have this small hatred on the first days of school. What made this day worse is that it is my first day as a high school student. I sighed again.

I am now standing in front of my new school. I unwillingly walked myself inside the campus head facing the ground. I bumped myself on something. As I looked up, I realized that the something is a someone and that someone is not amused with me. The someone looked familiar. He looked like a devilish monster and I inwardly gasped. I looked around and saw that I was nowhere in the campus that I was enrolled to. Fragments of my dream earlier came back to me. I am in hell. I am in hell and I am stuck here for four years with no way out. I'm trapped.

The monster held my arm.
"Welcome to hell." he whispered but I was  no longer terrified. I looked into his eyes.
"Why me?" I asked. I didn't have the power to rant out emotions anymore.  I was lifeless.
"How?" I asked again.
The monster ignored my questions. He was going on about the nine triangles of hell but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was lifeless anyways.

The monster told me that I have to pass through the nine triangles of hell with him as my guide. He also told me that once I pass through all of the triangles, I would be able to come back to my house and live normally again.

"Think of it as your very own Midsummer Night's Dream, the only difference is that it is not a dream and that you are in hell." Monster told me with a smile. I wanted to smile back but I couldn't.

We went through the first triangle the next day. It was called the Hell.R.C where those who are trapped here are supposed to read endlessly and wax the whole place before they finally finish their torture here. You might think its simple but it isn't. Hell.R.C is pure hell with its hot surface and surroundings. Its pavement is made op of red wax. I was able to make my way out of Hell.R.C with Monster after a week. 

We went through the second triangle after a week. It was called N.S.R. Monster told me that this triangle is one of the most terrifying of them all. It is because this is where the most terrifying lives. Monster didn't mention a name though. N.S.R, unlike Hell.R.C, is cooler and is greener. This is the triangle where you have to fight against the green things and arrange all of the glassware. Once you break a glassware, you wouldn't be able to come out. I was really careful so that I wouldn't break any. I was able to pass through after 4 days.

The third triangle is the F.Y.H. It is the acronym for First Year Headquarters where I have to stay for 3 whole months. F.Y.H is pure torture. We are all given tasks and we were supposed to follow everything that THEY say. It was like being in prison with no freedom. It was indeed hell. Monster helped me through everything. He assisted me and gave me a helping hand whenever I needed him. He made the stay easier.

I am now in the second stage of my journey. This stage was so much more easier than the first one. There are two triangles in this stage. The Second Year Headquarters or S.Y.H to be short and the Faculty Room or F.R to be short. The S.Y.H was like the F.Y.H. I was used to it so it wasn't so hard. The F.R. triangle was difficult to be in. Monster didn't want me to go in there because it is for my safeness. From what I have heard, F.R. is a room where they all slap you with insults and truth. They like to tell the "truth" that is more like a lie and they all slap you with insults. I am glad that I didn't have to go through that.

On the third stage, everything got a lot tougher. The first triangle is called the Pavilion and the other triangle is called the Third Year Headquarters or T.Y.H for short. T.Y.H was the hardest headquarters of all. The challenges have been so much more difficult. We were given more tasks and it was just too difficult. Some even gave up but I didn't. I had to finish the tasks to be able to see my family again. I didn't go to the Pavilion because Monster said that we didn't have to since there is a secret path through the other triangle which was the T.Y.H. It looked really scary with all of those souls hanging from everywhere. These souls were lurking everywhere trying to find the so called "freedom and joy". Monster told me that the souls here were the souls that were given loads and loads of work with no eacape. It was like making all of them carry a million ton of rice all at once while climbing up a steep slide. They went through harshness indeed. Because of that, they became too greedy for freedom and joy making them take the not so likeable path of life. Monster and I spent 4 weeks in that triangle I believe. 

We were walking slowly I far in front with Monster trailing behind me to go to the next stage when Monster called me. I spun around and I believe he was going to say something because his eyes told me that he was and it was indeed important. I stepped closer to him and he opened his mouth to say something until  we heard the sound of thunder and lightning. 

"We're finally at the last stage," Monster said.

I looked around and I saw lighting everywhere. With that, I heard loud booming sounds of thunder. I also saw a tornado coming our way. I immediately went closer to Monster and he told me not to get scared because those calamities are not coming for me. He then informed me that the lightning is the punishment for those who spent most of their tines using the internet while the thunder is for those who spent most of their times with their friends than their families and the tornado are for those who left their family, didn't love their family or rebelled against them. 

There were 2 triangles in the fourth stage. The Fourth Yea Headquarters of the so calle F.Y.H and the Office of Doom. Monster told me that it is in the Office of Doom where the real demon is. I was curious and terrified at the same time.

We went through the F.Y.H in 5 weeks. The tasks were really difficult but we were given a lot of time of each tasks. It was finally time to go to the last triangle,  The Office of Doom. Monster and I slowly walked through the path and when we got there we were asked by thr guatd of what we were there for. Monster told him about me and we were let in. The next thing I saw shocked me.

I was shaken when I saw the real demon standing in front of me. She didn't look like a demon at all. She looked like a mother to be exact. 

"Don't fall for the trap," Monster whispered.

I had no time to ask Monster because the demon grabbed my arms gently pulling me to her. She hugged me like how a mother would hug her child. The hug was caring, warm and comfortable. I have always longed for the hug of a mother and it felt so good. Then, I felt something contracting inside me. My heart was bearting  slower I could feet it. Then I passed out.

*ringgggggggggg ringgggggggggggg ringgggggggggggggg* 

I was woken up with both of the ringing sounds from my alarm clock and the loud shouting of my aunt asking me to wake up. That dream was really weird though. I slowly dragged my body from the oh so comfortable bed and stretched before making my way to the kitchen. 

I sighed. It is the first day of school. I have this small hatred on the first days of school. What made this day worse is that it is my first day as a high school student. I sighed again.