Unwritten This is the story of this super ber duper cute kid named Michelle Angela Manahan Nazar.

Michelle was named after her father Michael Angelo Aguilar Nazar. She was born on the 18th of August on the year 1992 by her loving?!? mother Merlinda Manahan Nazar. Oh by the way, this super ber duper cute kid is me pala. So hello there po. As you could notice, question marks and exclamation point in the word loving. I dont know why I put those, but for sure there is a reason behind it. I had a blissful, yet, uhmm cant think of an adjective that will describe my childhood. I could say na kakaiba yung childhood ko. I was born in Isabela, knowing na parehong laking Bulacan yung parents ko. Theres a story behind it. Nagtanan yung mga magulang ko and then nagpakalayo layo sila. Ayun. Pagkapanganak sa akin, umuwi sila ng Bulacan, then when I was a few months old, iniwan muna nila k okay Mama, my Daddys mother so lola ko sya, then kumuha sya ng yaya then they took care of me. Growing up was not easy for me. I felt na kakaiba ako from the rest of other kids around me. Kakaiba in what sense? Uhmm, basta. I felt that there was something different. Yung tipong tinanatago ako whenever there is a family gathering, I think kakaiba nay un. Its not that Im ugly, schizo, psycho, nor bipolar. Its just parang taboo ako. I dont know. Everyone, almost everyone made me feel that I am a mistake, a huge mistake. Here the story goes. My mom had her first family. Her first husband was Albert Aguilar, and they had two beautiful kids, Jenny and Jerrick. While Albert was overseas for work, Merlie became close to this guy named Michael. So close that they even made tanan. This Michael happened to be the cousin of Albert. Take note, first degree cousin. :D so ayon. Ang ganda pala ng Mommy ko e. haha! torn between two lovers ang drama. So nagbunga yung pagmamahalan nila, who happened to be me. So galit na galit yung relatives nila Daddy. Malamang, sino ba naman ang hindi magagalit dun? But despite those dramas, Mama Consuelo, my fathers mother, still accepted and welcomed them, (including me, yeeey! ) with open arms. While my parents were trying to find jobs, iniwan nila k okay Mama. Andun ako until the age of 3 . Lumaki ako with just Mama, Paps, Yaya, and yung mga kapatid ni Daddy. Whenever I wanted and needed playmates, they were there. They never leave me alone. They took the responsibility of being my second parents. While I was 3 years old, kinuha na ko nila Mommy and Daddy. Dun naman kami tumira kila Nanay Ostie, yung Nanay ni Mommy. I started schooling. As far as I

could remember, I enjoyed schooling. Sabi nga ni Daddy, hindi raw ako umiyak noong first day of school e. tapos every weekends, umuuwi ako kila Mama, then turing school days, balik na ulit kila Mommy. That became my routine until my 4th year in high school. When I was a kid, I was an achiever. Nursery palang, honor student na ko. I even graduated pre-elementary bagging seven medals. Then I became an elementary pupil. I was still a consistent honor student. When I was in the 3rd grade, I even became the top pupil of the class. That continued until the 4th grade. When I was in the 5th grade, my grades suddenly flunked. That was also the time na I became a part of the schools newsletter. I also had a lot of friends back then. Parang I was the popular kid that time. Tapos from then on, nagsimula nang bumaba nang bumaba yung grades ko. Siguro dahil na rin sa maraming mga social factors. Pero kahit ganoon, I still graduated with honors. Then high school came. Unti-unti kong nararamdaman yung gap between me and my mom. Ever since I was young, ramdam kong di ako komportable sa kanya and ramdam kong ganun din sya sa akin. I could say na high school is one of the highlights of my life, so far. Sobrang daming events na angyari na tipong pag inisa isa ko pa lahat e feeling ko hindi ako matatapos. I then became a college student. Marami ring events na nangyari during my college life. Lalo na nung mga first few days. Dati pa man, may sense of independence na ko, lalo na ngayong college. Feeling ko nga po sobrang laya ko na e. Pero I know my limitations naman. Love life. Ah-uhmm! I could say na sobrang makulay ang love life ko. Grade 6 pa lang nagkaroon na ako ng boyfriend. We lasted for two years. Then after him, merong ding ilang mga sumunod. Tapos, Ive decided not to enter into a relationship as long as I can, so nakaya ko namang maging single ng two years. Nakakainis lang, kasi malay ko bang may makikilala akong guy na kaiinlove-an ko. Hay buhayy. So ngayon po, my boyfriend and I are still together naman. Hehe. Malapit na kaming magfour months. Yeeey! maraming nagsasabing bago palang kami, na sa una lang kami magiging masaya, and na maghihiwalay rin kami agad. But honestly, we dont really care about what others think about us. As long as we know na were happy with each other, and walang nasasagasaang ibang tao, life goes on for the two of us. Ako yung tao na maraming expectations na nakapaligid. Expectations from my parents, relatives, friends, and everyone. Tapos I feel na bawal and hindi pwedeng magfail. Masyado ko rin cinoconsider yung sinasabi ng ibang mga tao, especially my

Mom. All my life, I just wanted to be accepted and appreciated by her. So kaya ko siguro nagawa yung mga bagay bagay na I did before. Whether its good or bad, ang purpose ko lang naman watch to catch her attention. But as I grew older, many things have changed. I became mature pagdating sa mga bagay bagay. I also learned tht I dont live with the expectations of others. I also realized that I was born to express and not to impress. So mali pala yung parang buong buhay ko, I was trying to impress my Mom. Kasi kung ayaw niya talaga, wala na kong magagawa doon. Besides, I have my Daddy naman beside me. Aminado siyang may mga pagkukulang si Mommy sakin. So siya yung nagpupuno ng mga pagkukulang na yon. I am very grateful to him. Anyways, kahit naman ganito si Mommy sa akin, I still love her naman. After all, shes still my mother. I came up with the title Unwritten without knowing why. While I was thinking of the right words to say, a thought had just popped into my mind. Siguro, my Mom and I had good memories together din kahit papano. Pero wala lang talaga siguro akong maalala. Siguro sobrang bata ko pa nung nagkarron kami ng good moments together. So eto, wala man lang akong maisulat and mabanggit. Another thing, I have said I love you po to Mommy a few times already. How courageous I was for telling her that I love her. But behind those courageous attempts and gestures were unanswered I love yous. Maybe, just maybe, I was just waiting for her to say that to me. I still hope that one day shell hug me and tell me how much she loves me. But while she had not yet uttered those words to me, the words I love you Anak are still and will still be unwritten in my lifes pages. Michelle Angela M. Nazar Sociology 130 E Professor Miranda November 17, 2010