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13. What recent experiences, stories, or events that makes you still play games or what makes you keep coming back to games?

I remember the first time I ate her cooking, it was rushed, I complained while its being cooked, and I was being a bother to her. She didn’t care about that, she cared for me. I remember the rising steam hitting my face when I first saw her dish, I didn’t care how hot it was I just put it straight into my mouth, I tasted the sun at that point then promptly spat it back and then cried. As my tongue cried out in agony, she comforted me and showed me the right way to eat, her way. As the spoon came in my mouth, colors blasted into each and every direction as a sweet yet spicy feeling came to envelope my whole tongue and danced with my taste buds, showing them how to do the tango. Well safe to say I finished her meal and never doubted my grandmother ever again.

Marc Ian Patricio, an active MCL student, a leader who follows his people, a selfless man who values others in his life more than his own, but most importantly a close friend. In the years that I’ve known him, he never changed, I still see him as the selfless but reckless man I know him as, I still remember the tricks and hijinks all of us used to do together. Now as a student of MCL with the chosen strand of STEM-M and nowhere to give his insights and knowledge to all of us. “Pat” as close friends and family call him has received many academic excellence awards recognizing his dedication to the pursuit of his dreams and graduated as a cadet officer for the Philippine citizen advancement training program (CAT) at Dominican College of Sta. Rosa, as he showed his leadership skills, tenaciousness, and unwilling drive to do what needs to be done, he is no stranger to giving public speeches and seminars. People seem to be intimidated by him but I assure you he is the same as all of us. He’s just your everyday young adult, collecting and playing video games, watching anime, reading manga, and doing everyday activities same as you and me 

Joshua Graham

It’s still fresh from my memory, March 16, 2021. I dubbed it as the darkest day of my life. I still remember how she stopped my heart with a couple of words and letters as a freight train smashes to every fiber of my body. The day she said she didn’t love me anymore, yeah I remember. I’m sharing this not just for the grades but as a sign, a sign of my on how I moved on but not alone. The day after. I couldn’t sleep and it was still fresh in my mind like I as watching a video on repeat, as a widdle away in the living room a phone rings from the silent room, echoing through the walls. I pick up and am surprised to hear a familiar voice of a friend, then another, and another. A total of 13 voices all asking me if I was all right, with maybe 16 hours of no sleep or rest I only muttered “no” and handed up. Few hours went by as I daze in and out of crying and sleeping I hear my name being called outside as I look to see a collection of people standing behind the gate. These were no ordinary people, they were my friends, the boys! With hesitation, I let them in and they talked to me, they talked to me about life. I have nothing more to explain but a quote from which connected with this memory.

As I walk through that brown oak door I see a room. A room filled with 50years of memory and older than I’ve been alive. Even though it's gone through many changes, renovations and overhauls, many things are still the same. The softness of the couch invites you to sit down and never get back up as its pillows warm you to the everlasting comfiness it brings. Parrareled to the couch is the TV as we watch the latest, oldest, worst, best, and memorable films to our memory as the passage of time escapes you to seem hours to turns into minutes. As many additions to this room a massage chair, an air conditioning unit, and small pictures to hang the walls fills the room with a sense of wealth. As time passes band the years lived in this room I still remember all the friends and family lost to time but countered by the presence of new companions now echoing, their voice bouncing across walls filling the room with joy and content. Laughing, loud conversations, arguing, cries, barks, and the occasional fart, the walls have heard everything and it speaks to us in our mind to remind us what this room means tome and to us. In the future, when I have my own family. I still hope they get to experience this room and make new memories as my father did to me.