No More Moving Backward

The first few days of school was pretty normal. Just like every school year. There were new faces, but still it was the same. I'm in a peaceful section, and I seem to like it. 

Every single day of June was the same, normal, cliche. July was the same too. My grades were good, really good.

August... was different. I can't tell you why. And I don't wanna :P.

There's a pattern in my grades since my Freshman years, my grades for the first grading starts really high, and for every quarter, it gets lower and lower and lower. Due to lack of motivation and reason.

Now in my Junior year, there was a huge step forward, my already high grades from the first grading got higher in the second grading. This was unexpected. No, I can't say. For me, this was expected, I found inspiration, I found a reason.

School work gets better... better at making it hard for students. Still I continue to give school work a hundred percent. And another hundred percent for someone.

It gets harder, but I now get better.

I'll Be Better Next Time

Dear Xyrza,

(A reply to your apology)

Xyrza, I want to tell you that I'm sorry for everything. For our little fights, misunderstandings, for everything. I'm sorry.

Don't deny it. Our fights and our bad times, you're never the only one who starts and builds it up. It was always my fault too. You won't get mad if I never did something wrong the first time. That's why I apologize, always. Don't feel too sorry for yourself, my baby doesn't deserve to be so sad for herself.

If I get hurt, it's okay, I'm used to pain, I'm the strongest man you'll ever know. It's just that you're the only one who can easily make me cry, you're this superhero's weakness. Hurt me, it's okay, I serves as a reminder for me that I did something terribly wrong. I need to face the consequences to my mistakes.

Sorry for all the pain I've dealt. Really. I'm sorry. I promise, all the pain, all the heartaches, I'll cover it up with happiness. I was brought to this world to to one thing, that is to make you happy, and I promise to fulfill my mission. I'll be better next time, to make it up for you. I'll be a better man.

A beautiful gem like you deserves more. I'll act better, nicer, I'll be much more careful with you. I'll be the man to take care good care of my baby. Koishiteru too, baby ^_^ ♥

Yours forever,

Khyle

Above Average

I am Khyleri. From my name, I'm already unique.

I am a man who lived far too long, alone, separated from modern-day fashion, music, and ethics. I have lived in a world of my own, the world of magic and fantasy. My character alone is unique when compared to humans around me, that's because my personality is stripped-out from anime, superheroes, aliens and many more characters in fiction. And my style, it is also unique, I wear gym-wristbands everyday(which I have cursed), I wear my neck-scarf tightly on my waist, and I wear gloves whatever the occasion. My way of words and the way I walk, they call it girly, but I like it the way it is. My way of games, my definition of "fun", it is also very distant from others. When it comes to sheer power, willpower, brute strength, I am above average, I am one of the best around.

I am the knight of the Ice Kingdom. I am a ninja. I am the answer to all cats that cry out in hunger. I am the most fabulously majestic freak to ever walk on this planet. I am truth. I am the Super Saiyan, Khyleri!

They Raised Me Well

Dear God

God, I want to thank you for all the blessings you've given me in my life. If you're also the one in charge of these instances in my life, thank you for that too. But one more thing I want to thank you for, is for my parents. No wait. It's them I want to thank. Let this letter be a thank you card for them, not directly a letter for You. God, help me. At least let this letter be a way to tell my parents how thankful I am to them, let me tell it through you. Thanks.

First, I want to thank them for giving birth to me. Oh, a portion of the world would've been a whole lot different without me, I've changed many people's lives, that's for sure. I know I've brought goodness into this world, even only a little. And I know that I'll be doing great things. I know.

Second, for giving me the environment that has honed my skills. No really, I am above average. That's why want to thank them for all the color pencils, the drawing notebooks, the encyclopedias, the cable television, the harsh way of teaching me when I was young, and for the indirect ways that motivated me into making myself stronger both physically and mentally.

Third and last, because I'm running out out things to say, thanks for the fun. ☺ My childhood wouldn't have been the same without you. Seriously, I wound't be this fun of a man without your help. Thanks for all the toys, the Beyblade, B-Daman, Crushgear, Yu-Gi-Oh! cards, Pokémon, and much more! Not every kid had a life like this. And I know that I was the luckiest.

I will repay them someday. Just not now. I'll enjoy my life for now.
Just let them know that I love them.

-Khyleri B. Gancayco

My Tears Can't Reach Her No Longer

Blog 4.1

I once had a cat, she was my best friend at home. Her name's Potchi. She was gray and brown with black stripes. She had serious Egyptian eyes that had a light shade of brown. She was about a year old but we only shared a few months together. She wasn't the cutest cat, she wasn't the smartest either. I loved Potchi.

One day, I left her outside after our snack, we had Pringles, delicious cheese-flavored Pringles. I was in my room with my eyes glued to my laptop's screen. The others outside were setting-up tables for the town fiesta. I heard my cat meowing outside, but I was busy. The meows turned to gargles, I thought  she was playing outside, maybe she was chasing a mouse, there was a lot of noise outside, but I was still too glued to the internet. The noise and gargles subsided.

My mom entered my room with a sorry smile on her face. She told me "condolence," she mentioned something about my cat and left my room. I am familiar with the word condolence, but I don't know what it means. I looked it up on Google and I was devastated. I ran outside and asked the people what happened. My heart broke into dust the instant I heard that my cat was strangled... she was hanged. Staying strong, I held my tears back and forced myself to make a grin. The pain in my chest was unbearable once I saw her body. Still, I stayed strong, I don't want anyone to see me cry. I was digging a grave for my friend but at the middle of making a hole, I wasn't able to suppress it anymore. Tears ran down my face. I cried while plowing the metal stick into the ground. She wasn't just a cat, she was my best friend, she was very special. And I can't see her anymore. I can't pet her, I can't feed her, I can't do anything. Seriously, why is the world so unfair? I wept nonstop. And I don't care if tons of people outside stare at me, I don't care if my hands are bleeding from digging too hard. I'm crying for my friend, I don't have any reason not to cry.

There I was, helpless, as I hugged Potchi's lifeless body. Helpless. I gave my friend a proper burial and prayed hoping that heaven has a nice place for Potchi. I'm gonna miss that cat. I wish she'll still remember me decades from now.

I now have a new cat, her name's Pringles. Now I'll look-over her more than I've ever taken care for Potchi. I don't want to lose anyone ever again.

hat er es getan?

Hitler, everybody knows the name. Adolf Hitler was and still is one of the most popular men on the planet. Sad for him, he ruined his own reputation. He was a really great leader indeed. He was a great speaker too. He's one of the most influential man on earth. For Germany, he was a hero, he cared much for his people. He was a man of God. A genius, an artist, and probably the most passionate dreamer to have ever existed. We all have been taught that he was a bad bad man. But was he really bad or did some people who hated him so much spread mere rumors on his evil doings?
I here, want to know the truth, and talk to Hitler about this. Did he really do all those bad stuff like The Holocaust? Was he the one who did it? And if so, why he did it. I wanna know his true plans and motives. And as a bonus, I wanna know his secret of success. Why ask all these questions? To get some answers, to possibly save his reputation, and to change how the world looks at him.

Cavsci's Inferno

Hell on earth exists and there's one existing way to enter: Break the rules!

Every rule-breaker each have their respective stations in school. And every station has its punisher for the one who broke a rule.

Station 1: The Gate Crashers
It is prohibited to enter the school without an ID or to enter past 6:30 or 6:45 AM.Those who are caught without their school ID or those who enter late will stay outside and will be forced to do numerous squats and will be asked to write a letter explaining why they are late. They are released afterwards.

Station 2: The Irresponsible
Those who didn't do their assignments are given marks of zero and are consulted be their respective teacher.

Station 3: The Noise-Makers
Those who create noise or uproars are scolded by the respective teacher and are asked to leave the classroom.

Station 4: The Disruptors
Those who bring along items that can be a bother to class hours (e.g. cellphones, toys) shall be consulted by their teachers and will have their gadgets/toys confiscated.

Station 5: The Wrathful
Those who start fights or brawls inside school campus will immediately be sent to the guidance center, where they will be consulted by the guidance counselor and will be given punishments ranging from suspension to expulsion.

Station 6: Dress-Code Breakers
Those who are caught wearing clothes which is not part of the school uniform will be approached by the head of CAT and will face the annoying horror.

Station 7: Class Cutters
Students caught cutting class will be reported to their advisers and will be scolded. Grades will have some deductions.

Station 8: Cheaters
Students caught cheating will be reported to the faculty and will face the year advisers and faculty members. Punishments like suspension will be given.

Station 9: Failures
Hopeless students with seemingly hopeless grades will be sent to the office or faculty and will be asked by the teachers, office members and the principal to leave the school.