BLOG #3.5 Behind Her Smile

BEHIND HER SMILE

            Leonardo da Vinci, the man known to have painted the mysterious Mona Lisa. She was a lonely piece of artwotk. That kind which would make anyone see her feel curious about who she is or what the portrait is trying to tell or express. Her whole upright body posture can be seen through her but most were still curious about that one thing on her face; her smile.

No one could explain that mysterious smile in her face. What does it try to tell? Everyone who was curious questioned. You can see that it is true that there is a smile in her face but it kind of looked sad and very lonely. She feels longing for someone dearly. That uncertain thing triggered everyone’s minds and made them think of what Mona Lisa’s smile truly means. It can be that it’s just that she smiles that simply, but no one would really know. There are a lot of assumptions, which may be true or not. It depends on the viewers’ eyes on what he thinks about that Mona Lisa. All of this can’t be proved because Mona Lisa was just a mere painting drawn that way and she isn’t a even a person to feel anything. It was just our thoughts that made more things complicated.

BLOG #3.4 did I just talk to him?

did I just talk with him?

What place is this? Where am I? I was walking quietly in this dark alley I have never seen before. Soon before I reached nowhere, I was cornered by few soldiers who looked too old-fashioned. Wait. Is this true? I tried to talk to them but they held me too tightly and dragged me to an old house. Am I in Fort Santiago or somewhere like Vigan? 

I was locked in a room and a man who looked like Jose Rizal was brought in front of me. I was about to laugh at their similarity but he looked so serious and haggard. His hands were tied in the back. And am I supposed to laugh when I’m being locked as well.

He started to talk. You can ask me anything. 

Me: “Why? Who are you?” 
Him: I am Jose Rizal, but that is not my true name.
Me: Joking?
Him: You were sent from the future to ask me questions, right?
Me: Okay, are you rebelling against Spaniards?
Him: No. I just wrote all the things they do as a novel.
Me: You sure answer well. Then you got caught?
Him: I don’t care as long as everyone knew what those bastards actually do.

“SHUT UP!” Soldiers came running Rizal while he was trying to tell me something. “You should wake up now from this dream or you’ll die.”

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BLOG #3.3 My Path to the Underworld

My Path to the Underworld

I stopped at my tracks in the middle of the road. Nowhere to go or hide, I’m sure my dead body will be lying any time soon. I’m cornered, I can’t move my feet from this two huge vehicles coming for me. I just closed my eyes and felt the pain that was too hard to apprehend.

I opened my eyes. It was too dark that I can’t see where I am about to go. Am I dead? Yeah, sure it is, right? I just continued walking when into this unknown path. Where do you think is my destination? I don’t know about that as well. Okay. It’s really all black but I felt something. I’m already at the edge and all I can see below is an ocean of red lavas. What the heck? Am I in hell? Of all the places! I tried to run to where I came from but I just realized that I was already falling in a deep endless hole. I ended up in a very heated rocky place where I saw a few people like me. But, if I were to describe them, they are more like zombies. Their bones were almost showing from their skin, and their very pitiful faces begging for something. I tried to talk but my mouth won’t open. I’m feeling thirsty from this very hot environment but there’s nothing here. Am I going to turn into kinds like them?

A few moments have passed and I looked like an old woman who can’t die even from starvation and thirst. I want to die right now. Can’t I just die? I don’t know what I’m doing. We were supposed to stand up forever. I can’t move my feet from this place anymore. I’m feeling thirsty, hungry, tired, sick, exhausted, but I still can’t do anything. Am I really that sinful to be suffering from all these pain?

BLOG #3.2 A Conversation With My Father

A Conversation With My Father

Having a talk with him isn’t typical, it is the rarest thing I would do.

Daddy: Hey! Merry Christmas, Dannah. How are you doing there?
Dannah: I’m fine.
Daddy: Any gifts you wanted? I sent something there for you. I hope you loved it.
Dannah: Yeah. I got it already. Thanks.
Daddy: Haha. Want any other thing? Since it’s your birthday tomorrow, I also sent something different. Your mom will give it to you tomorrow so I hope you haven’t seen it yet.
Dannah: I didn’t know about that one.
Daddy: Why do you speak so low? And don’t you have anything to say to me.
Dannah: Uhhmmm. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Daddy: Your voice got a little louder. That’s better. You’re turning 14, right? I really want to see you personally, after all these years.
Dannah: Yeah. Me too.
Daddy: Your voice again. Don’t you want to see me?
Dannah: I want. Wait. I need to go somewhere. I’ll give the phone to mommy, okay!

Yeah, this happened at Christmas. I really feel awkward talking to him because I haven’t even seen him once. I just wanted to thank him for giving me gifts and every other thing, though.

BLOG #3.1 Letter For You

James Patterson, The Angel Experiment

Because what's worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

Letter For You

Dear You,

          To tell you the truth, I have a lot of secrets and you’re one of them. I never tell anyone about this kind of things cause’ I have no courage to do so. I have always kept it to myself and will always do until I forget you. Well, I never had this feeling before when we were still friends but now that we grew into a young man and woman and became awkward with each other, I started to look at you in a different way.

          No one knew you, just like how you don’t know how I feel, and how you don’t even know that I am writing this for you. You will never knew, I promised that. Although I can say your name out loud anytime, I still won’t because I am afraid of how you’ll react when you see this. We seldom see each other, maybe for a few weeks in a year only but I know that every time I see you, my heart flutters like it never had. I just realized right now that there is a reason for that, and it is not the awkwardness of seeing each other grew, but it is an attraction I felt towards you. You know, maybe you’ll laugh if you see this thing and I can’t even imagine you knowing this feeling that I had. We’ve only known each other before like we’re siblings but here I am, confessing these to myself. Hoping that you’d feel the same would be impossible, right?

          You recently broke up with her, and I wanted to be happy, but knowing that you were hurt, I can’t do it. The last news I heard is that you were seeing someone again, and that hurts more. I just have one wish for us; I wish that even though I had these feelings, I hope we can still be friends like what we are before.

          Sincerely,

DANA. xD