Well it’s been almost four years, eight months, and twenty three days, and to make it more detailed, six hours, and fifty six minutes, and counting. As my old alarm clock would say or it would tell me that it’s almost time to go home after a long and tiring day at school, ummm wait I’m sorry maybe you are lost in my notion to name our alarm clock is, well, vague and, seriously weird.

And in that I must agree with you, dear reader, but let’s start up again, and let me explain why did I use a notion or distinction to the said alarm clock as a third person. I have this friend who always remind me of the date, time or event, the current reasons why and why not we, as students, should go to class or not, because it’s either it’s one of those “legal” or national holidays, or just a plain announcement coming from the dean’s office, or we’re just going to have a half day at school because of the brewing storm that’s obviously pounding the clear glass windows of our class room.

It’s kind of funny that a calendar and note pad for events, or as I put it, a walking and talking PDA, so finally I have cleared that, then by this time, we see this on a plainer and more simple thought.

Until you realized that I have another paragraph then you’ll probably would say “Darn this kid won’t quit”. Well I won’t, until you listen or in a more hypothetical manner, read my short story of our Alarm Clock and the Day he stopped telling use the Time. Little did we know that this seemingly plain Saturday would distort and be the final key in which? Edd, would finally stop and for once throughout the time we meet and become friends we have not seen him struggle and be at lost until that day and the feeling that he has no control on the one thing he valued the most. TIME because on that particular day and in that particular time we stood by the concrete chairs under the old baleteh tree. Over looking the sign of our school FEU-FERN, the lobby and the stone steps from witch student likes to sit and tell stories, debate. A regular tambayan, as we all took a deep breathe and give Edd our words of encouragement and support for this plain and seemingly slow day Edd’s Father Died …

The following week took for ever, especially for the fact that Edd’s father a business man, an innovator, a role model and most importantly his Edd’s alarm clock. Like all of use we value time and most certainly we value our family. And the mere thought of losing someone we value can break us, that following Sunday after a week of mourning and praying, we found our selves standing on the plain green fields of a cemetery to where we paid our final respects to a man I admire not for what he have achieved nor for what he have become. Instead, I admire him on how he chose to live his life and the choices he made throughout his lifetime, and as we stood on the edge, Edd have spoke with a calm and steady voice, and to quote.

Sunday is gloomy with shadows
I spend it all my heart and I have decided to end it all soon
there’ll be flowers and prayers
But let them not weep
Let them know That I’m glad to go
Death is no dream.

As we heard this we knew some how that our clock will never be the same…

 

May 24th, 2008 by Oblakz I’m an Alumni of FEU-FERN, and an incoming Fresh man of Far Eastern University – Institute of Law.