16 January 2009

It was around 8:30 am, I was on my way to Calculus class when Maita and Misha saw me and asked me if I knew about Rio's text. I hadn't checked my mobile yet, flashing on the screen was Loreen's text.

Guys, Besa just passed away this morning. :(

This was some sick joke. Laughing it off, I called Loreen to ask if this was true. She picked up after a couple of rings, the moment I heard her voice crumbling into sobs, what she texted sank in. Besa was gone.

All of the memories I had of Besa came over me, leaving me blank the whole day.

FIT Tutorial Program with the Frijoles kids

English Debate and her Visual Aids, English Research Paper

Playing with our calculators

Songfest 2008

I text-passed endlessly to all the people I knew who knew Besa. I was fighting back tears, I didn't want fuss about telling others why I was crying without the right words to say about what happened to Besa. She was gone that was the only thing I knew.

Around 7:00 pm at Sta. Maria Della Strada, I found myself standing with my high school classmates. The irony of being happily reunited for a sad reason. But I guess that was Besa's plan, to bring us all together. It was after all a year after our retreat, and on the 22nd would be our winning's anniversary.

Besa was the jam in the sandwich, she was the sellotape and the pretty ribbon that stuck us, 4-8, and tied us to each other.

It was at the very moment that Besa's dad invited us to see Besa. There she lay in her white coffin, in her graduation dress. It was like she was sleeping, smiling, with pearls surrounding her hair, a tiara on the crown of her head, and a rosary in her hands. I used to make fun of the thought of crying and talking to a dead person. But it isn't a funny thing at all. It happened to me. I cried, my eyes turned into swollen pink balls and my nose clogged with snot and red as a tomato.

She just turned 17. She didn't even make it one month after her birthday. It was unfair. But who am I to say that? I know that Besa is safe with Him. Besa is already happy and is loved in His company.

We celebrated mass, teary-eyed, crying or breaking down. This was for Besa. We had to accept it. I had to accept it, as hard as it may be.

17 January 2009

I went online and found my high school CL teacher online, I asked him about Besa and he told me what he knew.

Monday, she complained about having chest pains. She asked not to be brought to school and she rested. She had an x-ray done and nothing was found. The doctor said that it may be a simple chest trauma, prescribed meds and Besa admitted that she had a bad fall during their Sunday training.

Wednesday, Besa called her dad's office and complained that the pain has gone down to the abdominal area. She was rushed to the hospital and she was confined for close monitoring. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her except for her pains and fluids in her heart, which are not that deadly dangerous.

She was scheduled for more tests on Friday to have better diagnosis. But 3 am of Friday, 16 January 2009, she was sleeping with her head resting on her dad's chest, she suddenly woke up and spoke in a slurry voice. Her speech began to diminish as her dad noticed that the doctors and nurses started to scamper around.

The doctors told her dad that their monitor shows that her heart was doing very badly. They had to save her from a possible heart failure. Her dad stepped out of the room. After some time, the doctors came out and informed her dad that they were not able to save her.

20 January 2009

We, 4-8, gathered again to present something for Besa's family and all who came to her wake. We sang "Thanks to You," the song we sang and Besa conducted during the songfest, we shared some of the memories we had with Besa, we sang our graduation song that our classmate wrote and Besa notated and played on the piano. We played a little video presentation with pictures of Besa and videos of "Unwritten," another song we sang and she conducted, and clips of her.

It was an emotional night, but we all know that good memories will stay and Besa will live on forever in our hearts. We may have spent only a fraction of a lifetime together, but Besa is one special person, she has touched many lives even in the smallest way. She's a gift from God. She and I know both that I'm not the biggest fan of God, but she has made me feel the love of God.

Thank You for Your angel,

Maria Nicole B. Besa

20 December 1991 - 16 January 2009

Hello my H3 sexy bananas! The design we made was edited by Mr. Ogi Uyehara.

Gusto ko magDL. May UNLIMITED CUTS. Walang bayad, di katulad ng Unlitxt na pwedeng 20, 40 o 80.

PROBLEMA:

Para malaman ang grades ko kung pumasa ako, kailangan kong icheck ang aisis account ko. PERO!! Nakalimutan ko kasi ang password ko para sa . HUHUHU.

Gusto ko makita grades ko. GUSTO KO MAGDL!

Sinong hindi?

I understand that I only carry 16 units, 14 units without Physical Education, and I am DYING. I hate my P.E. My prof would bring us down a letter grade EVERY mistake we make. What if I made seven mistakes? So I'll get a W? Or would I get a WP? I don't understand her. The breaks seem enough but the long breaks like today's break was from 0930 to 1200 was simply too long that I did my Chemistry papers, wrote a draft for Literature and studied for Math.

Maybe it's because I woke up at 0530. Or maybe it was because I knew we had P.E. and I'd be waiting for an hour after Filipino, that eventually became two hours because the Filipino professor decided to give us a free cut. I played basketball with Todd, then dressed up and then basketball again with Maita, then ran off to ballroom to get a fix of Swing and some CHA CHA CHA.

I am ranting.

You know how this works :) - - For those who don't, GREEN = Old Fart, a.k.a. my dad, and BLUE = me!

Just came home from Boracay, I got a henna tattoo on my shoulder blades.
"Hi dad!"
"Hi anak!"
"Tingnan mo 'to..." *shows henna tattoo*
*With a look of disgust and anger* "Bakit ka nagpatattoo? 'Di ka na pwedeng mag donate ng dugo mo!"
"Henna kasi eh."
"Ah...kinabahan ako."

Okay, blogging on a PSP isn't easy, but my room is occupied by relatives and my sister wanted to come over. I'm stuck with the PSP until my sister gets bored with my laptop. Free cut for me next Monday. With Mighky, ate Kaye and ate Klyne, I am off to the island paradise. Yup, Boracay off season. I just hope I don't miss anything important.

Okay, I just stumbled upon reginadav's site, where she posted the Block List for 2008. So, I searched for my course then my name and after that, I saw the name of my batchmate who was rejected. It's not surprising that people who have the right connections can get in, but what wa surprising that she was put into consideration first before a couple who've been given a W.

All I know is that my batchmate told me that she has connections with the school and isn't afraid to use it. My concern however isn't in her confidence, but why the school agreed to let someone in. I understand that she can pay the tuition with her sponsors and connections, what I don't understand is why they need to accept a person they rejected in the first place. Pretty much, this is all unfair, to the people who got their hopes up when they were given a W and passed their appeals on time, to the people who passed, only to find out that because of connections, people can enter the school easily.

I am dead pissed.