Thursday, January 6

The Unknown Story

Let me tell you a story about one of the most unforgettable event during my high school years.

I was on my second year, young, fresh and still getting used to the fact of being in high school. I loved one of my teachers, he was our Biology teacher. I could tell by the way you he moves and acts that he was gay, and that made everything perfect. He made Biology happy, funny and something that we can learn. 

Unfortunately, in the middle of the year, something happen, something bad, this event changed everything. Our local cable channel got an idea of having a "TV chat," or whatever you call it. People can text their thoughts to a particular number and this message will be automatically be posted in the chat room, which is aired live at the TV. I didn't have any cable because we were using Dream Satelite. 

It was then a surprise to me when a friend told me that she has seen something bad on the television on that specific channel. According to her, a certain person known only by his/her username as Unknown, posted bad comments about a particular teacher in our school. She was hoping that the teacher wouldn't hear about the things that were being posted. Unfortunately, a teacher of the school is a mother of a schoolmate. Soon, the talk of the school was about this certain Unknown and the teacher he/she was referring to.

I would be glad to say that the teacher Unknown was referring to wasn't obvious, sadly, it was as clear as a crystal. Our Biology teacher was the target of Unknown. Unknown kept posting bad reviews on our teacher, specifically targeting his sexuality and the way he speaks. I was hurt for my teacher. 

Then, hands started to point who is who. Our group then was popularly known to be "bugal-bugalon," always making funny jokes. One of the things posted by Unknown was a joke that originated from our group, from my friend specifically. Before things would blow up, we went to our teacher and told him our side of the story. I didn't know a thing about it and so were my friends. 

For some reason, Unknown stopped posting. Possibly because my teacher was almost in tears when he defended himself in class. He knows that Unknown was someone from our class. He explained himself and even apologize for his imperfections, which wasn't a big issue to us, except to Unknown.

The truth was, my heart was bleeding for that wonderful teacher. I couldn't believe that someone I know and possibly a friend of mine could do something like that. He never did anything to us and he even made the impossible, which was making biology interesting. 

After that, he wasn't the same to us. His treatment became formal, his tests became harder and all of our grades were lower. I was also a little bit disappointed at him because he never should have touched our grades. But I understood him, he was angry, hurt and most of all, disappointed. 

That was the story of Unknown. I thought that this things could only happen to movies. I didn't know that something as evil as like that exist. We never got to solve the mystery, we never knew who Unknown was although there were a lot speculation who he/she was but no one ever admitted. Until now, that event still bugs me. Someone would really make an effort like that just for nothing. 

I hope that whoever Unknown is, he/she regretted what he/she did because it was never funny. 

Why am I telling you this? Because recently, something like this is happening. But the thing is, I should be flattered for someone is making an effort in proving something that will only benefit us. 

The truth is, covering your face and hiding your identity only proves how coward the person really is. If you have anything to say, say it out loud to the person you want to say it to.

Lesson? The Unknown event is already a blurry memory of mine and I'm pretty sure sooner or later, it'll just be a picture. Things as shallow as Unknown will soon be forgotten and will soon be just another one of those shitty days. 

I thought this things only happens in movies, but I guess sometimes, life can this be shitty. 

Sunday, January 2

Summers of the Past

Dear Summer,

Memories of your warm sunshines is running in my mind. How I used to enjoy you with simple smiles in the river side and gentle whisperings to the wind. When I walk down memory lane, my fondest memories of you would always be those when I was a child. My innocent grace of running around in the river, the music of my laughters as I enjoy the beach and sometimes, when the rain falls, is a beautiful picture of me dancing in the rain. 


Oh Summer, you have come and gone for me. I would never enjoy you the way I used to when I was still ten. For the coming summers of my life, would be different. I'd probably find other ways to enjoy you, I hope by that time, I'd enjoy you with someone. 

I'm here again, staring at the rain and nostalgia fills me as I wish for a sweet sunshine amidst the cold wind. I would always remember you and how I used to be. You'd always be the one I shared all my craziness. 

The summers of my past is a picture, a memory that will be safe in my heart, forever.