Our group made a vlog about the challenges and problems encountered by Senior High School Students of Sibonga National High School. We interviewed two of our classmates. Questions about challenges were ask and the common problem they shared is the pressure they got especially that we are in the stage of maturity. The pressure from the piles of work in academics is a challenge of students, to be specific in the subjects that were new to them which they had less knowledge about.
I chose this song because it describes my personality. In reality, I may be active in so many ways. I may sound confident when speaking in front of people however little do they know that I have battle to fight in my own. Recently, I’ve been so quiet and it feels heavy in my heart to the point that it became numb. I think this is because change starts in this age. I used to express myself publicly. I used to chatter with everyone. I used to be cheerful. I prefer silence now. I prefer to be stay this way. And now, I will choose to speak out in a nice way. Now.
A girl named Brooke Eunice C. Montalla who is currently living in Lamacan, Sibonga, Cebu was born last May 21, 2001. She is now 18 years old and the daughter of Emma C. Montalla and Buenaventura A. Montalla. She is the eldest and a loving sister to her 2 siblings, Beatriz Eloisa C. Montalla and Byron Emmanuel C. Montalla
Brooke is enrolled in Sibonga National High School taking up the strand of Humanities and Social Science. Apart of being an academically inclined stud, she is also a part of the Lakbay Indayog Dance Society and the school publication of “The Crystal Voice” which paved her way on enhancing her skills and capabilities both in academics and talent.
Aside from these qualities, little do they know that this woman is adventurous. She loves going to beaches/mountains just to free her mind from everything. For her, a visit from these places is an escape to reality.
Also, she loves doing her make up especially in brows.
She is a dreamer who believes of the saying “no one can’t stop you from dreaming”.
to those who haven’t been well lately,
today, i want to congratulate you.
you deserve a salutation for waking up each morning despite the breakdown you’ve suffered during cold and dreary nights, for bathing yourself drowning bad nightmares you had, for eating the last piece of meat you had in your table while you are studying for your math quiz. i know you can’t focus because of the things that kept on bothering you more than numbers do but keep going, little one.
you are doing a great job despite of the glares you have received when you are walking on the hallways alone. you better than what you overheard when they said “she’s a hypocrite”. you might belittle and even asked yourself “did i give them reasons for them to uttered these words?” but honey, you are better than that, so chin up because you know yourself best than anyone else.
also, i wanna congratulate you for blooming on your pot again. some people might not have recognized but i do. you went out from your shelf little by little and im proud of you for bravely flapping your wounded wings inspite of the struggle to fly again. you are more than what you imagined.
dear, i wanna congratulate you for doing a great job on academics. you might haven’t been feeling well because of the piles of studyloads that are waiting for you each and every night, keeping you awake til’ the midnight. your parents might not have seen your effort on how you value your studies but keep going. these are just trials to test how strong and determined you are.
you are so delicate and unsure of what the future lies in you but i thank you for pushing yourself up when everybody’s pulling you down and for wiping your own tears on nights when everyone’s asleep. i thank you for cheering yourself up because all you have is yourself. and that’s enough.
you can do it
i believe in you
you are you
while i sorted things out, i found a pile of paper underneath the beddings. a moment took me to glance all the pieces i once made for you. without further notice, i smiled and frowned
i remember it all
hows and whys
the reasons and sobs
the joy and heartache
then, i started with the crumpled ones from the back. i remember why i tossed them on the garbage can and how i struggled as took them back. i can even reminisce how many paragraphs i crashed out and how messy my thoughts were as i scribbled the first five sentences of how blessed i am to have you. i wrote everything even the slightest detail on our story, without skipping each part. i found myself grinning.
looking back, i realized that i wrote them genuinely – poured from the deepest core of what my heart felt. You brought me back little by little, saved me from my own chaos. Happiness is what found in you, in us.
But, in the process of loving you, I lost myself. I was too focused on “us” on “you” to the point that wouldn’t care of crushing my own pieces. And with that, I need to let you go.
It’s constant and it never ends. It’s continuous as if it’s a breathing cycle. No matter how many times they crushed the trust you’ve given, you’ll end up believing in them all over again as if it never broke you. As if it wasn’t a reason why you lost yourself.
Listen, don’t come around deceiving someone by your sugar coated promises and venom like phrases like an orator who just merely practiced a wholesome speech to convince everyone. You don’t have a single idea how much it freights someone to be prone with vulnerability again.
It’s hard picking up your own shattered pieces, soaking yourself with your own tears at midnight, having the feeling of being unworthy, getting used with being lonely and starting all over again without the person who stood up for you.
It will bruise you as if you’re repeatedly nabbed by knives. You got used to be hurted with the same old feeling. It will numbed you as if it wasn’t a torture. Sometimes, you won’t see it tugging or maybe you’re in denial with the fact that it haunts you everytime.
Because all along, you’re stucked. You felt safe within his arms reconsidering of what he had done for you. You persuaded yourself that it wouldn’t end up crestfallenly, that this is gonna be another and different type denoument unlike with the others. But then, you watched him in his departure. It pinched you with the reality. And by that moment, you knew that you’ve been fooled again.
artwork: ilya viryachev