Ashes
The howling wind is cold on my skin despite the fact that it is the summer. Strands of windblown hair flap on my face as I lift my chin up to the clear, starry sky and slowly close my heavy eyes. For a while, I soak on the warmth of my fondest memories…
The sound of my tapping heels echo on the hard floor of AS. I find myself in the East Wing, eerie shadows looming over every step I make. I pass room 121, where most of our Constitution Committee meetings were held. I look away. As if in a dream, I float to our tambayan, I am well aware that my feet are not touching the ground anymore. The APSM tambayan. If tambayans could talk, what would this one say? It has heard amazing conversations, adjudicated intelligent debates, harbored deep secrets, seen arguments, and has been the ultimate witness to the camaraderie and the bond linking the members of this prestigious organization. I sit on the dilapidated and well-worn bench, surprised that I seemed weightless. My misty eyes travel to the bulletin boards- the harbingers of the organization. How proud must they be, especially the one which has held impressive rosters of members, members for which the phrase “Because true gold is forged in flames” stands true. I stand up and run my transparent hands over the cabinet, now empty except for a few ashes here and there. I shift to the right and see the pole, the one to the left of the uneven stairs leading to the gate. This pole has been witness to every tear shed by each applicant who dared brave the perils of the organization’s application process. I smile fondly at the memory my own trek up Mount Olympus, accompanied by people who will be cherished in my heart forever. I lift my head up and my eyes meet a very lovely site- the enclave. It seems so sturdy, so constant. Many of my days were spent in this enclave. I now float on it and sit, and recall lovely memories that summon bubbles of laughter up my throat…
I open my arms wide, much like the position of the Oblation, and hope to embrace something that is precious and sacred of this organization- UP APSM
I hear my name being called… I raise my right hand in a forlorn wave and blow the sweetest kiss…
I open my eyes.
The sound of my tapping heels echo on the hard floor of AS. I find myself in the East Wing, eerie shadows looming over every step I make. I pass room 121, where most of our Constitution Committee meetings were held. I look away. As if in a dream, I float to our tambayan, I am well aware that my feet are not touching the ground anymore. The APSM tambayan. If tambayans could talk, what would this one say? It has heard amazing conversations, adjudicated intelligent debates, harbored deep secrets, seen arguments, and has been the ultimate witness to the camaraderie and the bond linking the members of this prestigious organization. I sit on the dilapidated and well-worn bench, surprised that I seemed weightless. My misty eyes travel to the bulletin boards- the harbingers of the organization. How proud must they be, especially the one which has held impressive rosters of members, members for which the phrase “Because true gold is forged in flames” stands true. I stand up and run my transparent hands over the cabinet, now empty except for a few ashes here and there. I shift to the right and see the pole, the one to the left of the uneven stairs leading to the gate. This pole has been witness to every tear shed by each applicant who dared brave the perils of the organization’s application process. I smile fondly at the memory my own trek up Mount Olympus, accompanied by people who will be cherished in my heart forever. I lift my head up and my eyes meet a very lovely site- the enclave. It seems so sturdy, so constant. Many of my days were spent in this enclave. I now float on it and sit, and recall lovely memories that summon bubbles of laughter up my throat…
I open my arms wide, much like the position of the Oblation, and hope to embrace something that is precious and sacred of this organization- UP APSM
I hear my name being called… I raise my right hand in a forlorn wave and blow the sweetest kiss…
I open my eyes.
posted by redkryptonite at 11:55 PM
1 Comments:
hi ate angel!
hanep naman ang mga entry mo... pwede na sa palanca memorial awards! hmnmn... oo nga pala daan ka http://defendthepredicate.blogspot.com blog ko yun e... tag ka na lang para malaman ko kung pwede kita i-link... ^^,) hehehe saan ka na nga pala patutungo pagkatapos ng up?... a basta daan ka na lang ha?
-kristian
ps-hindi ko pa alam kung anong movie e... ^^,)
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