levity: (Mew)
 Magpahinga muna
Sa problemang dinadala
Kung very serious ka
Baka naman, mabuang ka!

For some strange reason, that's what this Humanities Week seems to be doing to us. I don't know if the regular load of third year is so insane even the once-Inhumanities Week seems like a break, or if our sole requirement for these events- the di-kum- isn't going that bad after all.

Or maybe we're just taking our song to heart and relaxing more around practice.

Hindi naman masyadong sabog yung di-kum namin, di ba? Hindi naman masyado?

Ang tanging payo ko sa 'yo, simulan mo sa ngiti
At gaganda ang mundo....

This Humanities Week is weird. I mean, weirder than Humanities Weeks usually are. For one, it doesn't last an entire school week. It lasts for three days.

And, by complete accident, I became a contestant for the KKKwiz. I had been thinking that I should have slept during the elims, but what the hell. I discovered joining the contest was less tiring than watching it was.

Especially if you only knew the date of the contest on the day itself, and did not study in any way. And kept on singing your di-kum song during the contest. =>

Sir Martin: "Roxas smiley... I think we can accept that."

And the easiest Econ. question in the history of the world: "Give the names of the people on the 1-peso, 5-peso, and 10-peso coins respectively."

And I'm glad Sir Martin can decipher hieroglyphs- a. k. a. my handwriting. =3

Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Loob mo'y gagaan, pati ang problema
Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Gagaan pati ang problema!

I must have sounded drunk in the aftermath of the KKKwiz. I think I had amassed so much energy I had to lose some of it. Which I tried to do. By singing our di-kum song at the top of my voice. I doubt I had ever been that hyper in Sodium. I think my classmates thought my sanity was going for good. I think? Yes, I think!

La lala lalala lala lala....
Kung very serious ka
Baka naman, mabuang ka!

By some unfortunate accident, the first person I saw that I knew when I went to Pisay on debate day was Jamil. By some fortunate accident a. k. a. the KKKwiz I was very hyper. The combination ensured that I greeted everyone I knew with : "Hi <insert name of person/entity>! Nakita mo na ba si Jamil? Mukha siyang ewan!"

Well, it was true.

Though I think that the first debate, on the CPP/NPA's declassification as a terrorist group, wasn't judged very well... After all, it is a delicate topic, and one where biases can dictate one's view of something. The negative side won. Which, under okay circumstances, I wouldn't have thought would happen. After all, it was the side Jamil was on. I'm serious. And, and here I try not to be biased, I think the affirmative side (I nearly typed "the positive side", for what is the opposite of negative? positive!) presented better arguments.

Then again, it's impossible to be completely objective. Even if you're just observing. Each person has his/her own biases, and these can even change the way he/she interprets what he/she sees. And to observe something is to change it.

Ang tanging payo ko sa 'yo, simulan mo sa ngiti
At gaganda ang mundo....


My team, I believe, has always won the Laro ng Lahi. It's just an observation. A very biased one, too. Observations regarding oneself are always biased. But they can be true.

None of my classmates have ever been kicked out from Pisay. This is true.

And for the past three years, my Com. Sci. schedule hasn't changed. This is also true.

I remember the old Humanities Weeks. Garnet had the Yellow Team, and agawan-base in the spot where the new gazebos are, and the langaw in Emman's gulaman, and Konan, and taking pictures for Art, and lying down on RD's banig and laughing, and Thea's famed Listerine Model picture. Champaca had the Black Team, and Bioman Junior, and practices for the talking tableau and the speech choir, and Laro ng Lahi in the rain, and August's being absent since he broke a leg, and my "Paging 2-Champaca, paging 2-Champaca, yung mga cute."

Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Loob mo'y gagaan, pati ang problema
Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Gagaan pati ang problema!


I'm tired of always being the one being left behind. But that's beyond the point.
levity: (Mew)
 Magpahinga muna
Sa problemang dinadala
Kung very serious ka
Baka naman, mabuang ka!

For some strange reason, that's what this Humanities Week seems to be doing to us. I don't know if the regular load of third year is so insane even the once-Inhumanities Week seems like a break, or if our sole requirement for these events- the di-kum- isn't going that bad after all.

Or maybe we're just taking our song to heart and relaxing more around practice.

Hindi naman masyadong sabog yung di-kum namin, di ba? Hindi naman masyado?

Ang tanging payo ko sa 'yo, simulan mo sa ngiti
At gaganda ang mundo....

This Humanities Week is weird. I mean, weirder than Humanities Weeks usually are. For one, it doesn't last an entire school week. It lasts for three days.

And, by complete accident, I became a contestant for the KKKwiz. I had been thinking that I should have slept during the elims, but what the hell. I discovered joining the contest was less tiring than watching it was.

Especially if you only knew the date of the contest on the day itself, and did not study in any way. And kept on singing your di-kum song during the contest. =>

Sir Martin: "Roxas smiley... I think we can accept that."

And the easiest Econ. question in the history of the world: "Give the names of the people on the 1-peso, 5-peso, and 10-peso coins respectively."

And I'm glad Sir Martin can decipher hieroglyphs- a. k. a. my handwriting. =3

Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Loob mo'y gagaan, pati ang problema
Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Gagaan pati ang problema!

I must have sounded drunk in the aftermath of the KKKwiz. I think I had amassed so much energy I had to lose some of it. Which I tried to do. By singing our di-kum song at the top of my voice. I doubt I had ever been that hyper in Sodium. I think my classmates thought my sanity was going for good. I think? Yes, I think!

La lala lalala lala lala....
Kung very serious ka
Baka naman, mabuang ka!

By some unfortunate accident, the first person I saw that I knew when I went to Pisay on debate day was Jamil. By some fortunate accident a. k. a. the KKKwiz I was very hyper. The combination ensured that I greeted everyone I knew with : "Hi <insert name of person/entity>! Nakita mo na ba si Jamil? Mukha siyang ewan!"

Well, it was true.

Though I think that the first debate, on the CPP/NPA's declassification as a terrorist group, wasn't judged very well... After all, it is a delicate topic, and one where biases can dictate one's view of something. The negative side won. Which, under okay circumstances, I wouldn't have thought would happen. After all, it was the side Jamil was on. I'm serious. And, and here I try not to be biased, I think the affirmative side (I nearly typed "the positive side", for what is the opposite of negative? positive!) presented better arguments.

Then again, it's impossible to be completely objective. Even if you're just observing. Each person has his/her own biases, and these can even change the way he/she interprets what he/she sees. And to observe something is to change it.

Ang tanging payo ko sa 'yo, simulan mo sa ngiti
At gaganda ang mundo....


My team, I believe, has always won the Laro ng Lahi. It's just an observation. A very biased one, too. Observations regarding oneself are always biased. But they can be true.

None of my classmates have ever been kicked out from Pisay. This is true.

And for the past three years, my Com. Sci. schedule hasn't changed. This is also true.

I remember the old Humanities Weeks. Garnet had the Yellow Team, and agawan-base in the spot where the new gazebos are, and the langaw in Emman's gulaman, and Konan, and taking pictures for Art, and lying down on RD's banig and laughing, and Thea's famed Listerine Model picture. Champaca had the Black Team, and Bioman Junior, and practices for the talking tableau and the speech choir, and Laro ng Lahi in the rain, and August's being absent since he broke a leg, and my "Paging 2-Champaca, paging 2-Champaca, yung mga cute."

Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Loob mo'y gagaan, pati ang problema
Ngumiti, tumawa, magsaya, kumanta
Gagaan pati ang problema!


I'm tired of always being the one being left behind. But that's beyond the point.
levity: (Default)
Well. There. This school year is officially over. Well, not really, since our class has not yet been cleared for Physics, due to the rubber things at the ends of those stools' legs. And we still owe a debt to the batch, and we don't know where it came from. I'm not going to contribute to it, since I don't know where it came from. Why should we pay it? For all we know, it's just an attempt of our batch officers to pocket money.

And that's why I didn't go to school today, to be able to escape from paying the debt. No, not really. No one could bring me to school-they all had different schedules- and I had no reason for going. But I don't mind going to school with no reason in mind. It's quite more fun that way. I would have gone had someone been able to take me.

---

I shall miss you all, Champaca 2009!

Okay, to be more accurate, I do miss you all, on the days without classes. Likely I'll miss you all more over the summer.

I'd like to thank you all for all the stuff you have taught me, and apologise for anything wrong I've done. Champaca was my first-choice section when I enrolled, since both Chii and Tricia were in it. I thought I would never end up in it, though- that would have been too perfect for real life. You can imagine my euphoria upon learning it was, indeed, Champaca I was assigned to be with for all of second year.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.This may sound like lying, but I never once wished I were placed in another section. Not even during the era of the so-called "Champa wars". Not even during Humanities Week, when I was firmly convinced that winning at anything was hopeless (I was half right). Not even when our financial situation was insane. Not even when we were stuck with an incompetent president. (Peace tayo, Jam.)

Now I wish I had been a better classmate to you all, that I had been nicer, that I had taken the chance to know some of you better. But no matter.

I can't say I have no regrets, but I can say that if the entire Champaca '09 were placed in one section next year I wouldn't die. Well, maybe I would, but at least I'd die laughing.

---

What was not-supposed-to-be-a-Champa-outing yesterday almost turned into one. We went out to SM North, and though it caused a lot of stress on my part I'm glad to have gone. Not everyone in Champa came, but it was fun nonetheless. Go Camm! Talo niya si Jamil.... And I supposed we all looked insane when we stared at the oculus

Overall, that day would have been perfect, had my phone worked properly and had my pride not taken over me. How stupid can I be? The last chance I get to see him, and I get mad at him over another little debate (looks familiar, Jilly?).

And it's also disappointing, knowing that I won't be in the DL anymore.

---

I'm sorry, I really am. I tend to drive people away, don't I? I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't lost my temper. There's nothing I can do about it now, though. I'm sorry- if there were a less cliche word for sorry I'd use it- and thanks for listening to me. Or just plain for being willing to put up with me. I owe you more than you owe me. Does that get through to you? Your debt to me partially cancels out my debt to you. I still end up indebted to you. =3

"... strain this chaos turn it into light
i've got to see you one last night
before the lions take their share
leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere..."
-Snow Patrol, You're All I Have
levity: (Default)
Well. There. This school year is officially over. Well, not really, since our class has not yet been cleared for Physics, due to the rubber things at the ends of those stools' legs. And we still owe a debt to the batch, and we don't know where it came from. I'm not going to contribute to it, since I don't know where it came from. Why should we pay it? For all we know, it's just an attempt of our batch officers to pocket money.

And that's why I didn't go to school today, to be able to escape from paying the debt. No, not really. No one could bring me to school-they all had different schedules- and I had no reason for going. But I don't mind going to school with no reason in mind. It's quite more fun that way. I would have gone had someone been able to take me.

---

I shall miss you all, Champaca 2009!

Okay, to be more accurate, I do miss you all, on the days without classes. Likely I'll miss you all more over the summer.

I'd like to thank you all for all the stuff you have taught me, and apologise for anything wrong I've done. Champaca was my first-choice section when I enrolled, since both Chii and Tricia were in it. I thought I would never end up in it, though- that would have been too perfect for real life. You can imagine my euphoria upon learning it was, indeed, Champaca I was assigned to be with for all of second year.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.This may sound like lying, but I never once wished I were placed in another section. Not even during the era of the so-called "Champa wars". Not even during Humanities Week, when I was firmly convinced that winning at anything was hopeless (I was half right). Not even when our financial situation was insane. Not even when we were stuck with an incompetent president. (Peace tayo, Jam.)

Now I wish I had been a better classmate to you all, that I had been nicer, that I had taken the chance to know some of you better. But no matter.

I can't say I have no regrets, but I can say that if the entire Champaca '09 were placed in one section next year I wouldn't die. Well, maybe I would, but at least I'd die laughing.

---

What was not-supposed-to-be-a-Champa-outing yesterday almost turned into one. We went out to SM North, and though it caused a lot of stress on my part I'm glad to have gone. Not everyone in Champa came, but it was fun nonetheless. Go Camm! Talo niya si Jamil.... And I supposed we all looked insane when we stared at the oculus

Overall, that day would have been perfect, had my phone worked properly and had my pride not taken over me. How stupid can I be? The last chance I get to see him, and I get mad at him over another little debate (looks familiar, Jilly?).

And it's also disappointing, knowing that I won't be in the DL anymore.

---

I'm sorry, I really am. I tend to drive people away, don't I? I'm sorry. I wish I hadn't lost my temper. There's nothing I can do about it now, though. I'm sorry- if there were a less cliche word for sorry I'd use it- and thanks for listening to me. Or just plain for being willing to put up with me. I owe you more than you owe me. Does that get through to you? Your debt to me partially cancels out my debt to you. I still end up indebted to you. =3

"... strain this chaos turn it into light
i've got to see you one last night
before the lions take their share
leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere..."
-Snow Patrol, You're All I Have
levity: (Default)

Ikaw! Alam mo naman kung sino ka! Mag-reply ka na, o mag-log on ka, kundi ayoko na sa iyo!

... You won't believe me, I know, but it's worth a try.... XD


---

Hmm... So much has happened this week it's hard to post since I don't know where to start...

Well, there were the intrams. Normally, I don't like intrams, because I don't like sports, and I only attend since 1.) it's required; 2.) I love my class so much I'm willing to sit through three days of sports just to support them. They won't believe me, I know ("they" referring to my classes, Garnet and Champaca), and neither will you, whoever you are, and I don't blame you, since that sounded so superficial of me. But it's true. But that doesn't mean that you have to believe it. For all you know, I may be lying.

I don't like sports, and when I don't like something that means I'm probably not good at it (though the converse isn't true, since neither am I good at the things I like, like Geom. and writing). So I guess it would be logical to conclude that I am not good at sports, and for those of you who have concluded otherwise, you're wrong, since I am in no way good at sports.

So when Maricor asked for those joining one sport or another, I was left out. And guess what I got assigned to? Jackstones!

And guess what? I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY JACKSTONES. I just learned last Sunday....

And guess what? We won a game by default. And lost the next game. Pero ang galing ng teammate ko!

They asked me to join swimming, since Edz got appendicitis... I couldn't though...

And the end results? The Black team won second overall.... We were second to White... And yet another guess what? We lost the first place by one point!

---

Yesterday signified the end of the intrams, and I cleared myself, so to speak, then. It was only then that I returned my books and replaced the beaker our Chem. group broke somehow. It only took up about an hour- the rest of the day was mine.

And so Champaca played patintero, and tried to get me to join but I didn't since I'm not good at sports, and then Chii and I played badminton against Darrwin, and then against Niko, because I was rather hyper then and had to use up the excess energy somehow. Now those two things in the above sentence didn't make sense, so that's good.

Guia left early that day, since she had to commute home by herself, and I wanted to accompany her, but I didn't think I'd get away with it. I don't know how to commute.

And that day was very, very important...

To you! Yes, you! You know why it's important, don't you? XD

Okay, ang kulit ko....

Because hyperness lasts long, and gives a very long-lasting hangover. Sometimes. Or maybe this is beyond normal hyperness.


Okay, anlabo ko...

All you have to know is that that day, March 15, 2007, was very, very important, for reasons that may be insignificant and that may shatter the world. Now I'm exaggerating, but that makes everything a lot more interesting. It'd be boring if I just told everything directly, no?

---

We went to Gateway today, and by "we" I mean me, Tricia, Thea, and Jan. It was originally supposed to mean me, Thea, Tricia, Guia, Chii, and Jenny- in short, JoMiKeAdDaAn, unrespectively- but due to unforeseen disturbances only Tricia, Thea, and I were able to come. I was the latest among us, which was a first when it came to out-of-school outings but not when it came to classes. When it came to out-of-school things, Thea was usually the latest.

And they were at Starbucks inside (I'd remembered that we were supposed to meet at Starbucks, but I'd forgotten which Starbucks, so it took me some time to get to them), and I entered, and reminded them what my mother had reminded me: "Abstinence ngayon!"

*Oo nga no!!!*

Thanks to that fact, we had lunch at Teriyaki Boy. And thanks to that fact, we couldn't order anything with meat. And thanks to that fact, we could still stop by Starbucks and buy drinks and dessert. That's what you call abstaining!

(Now I don't know how that last paragraph was supposed to sound like, especially so the last sentence. I don't know whether it was supposed to be sarcastic or self-deprecating or what. Basta, nevermind.)

And Jan turned up while we were at Starbucks. We tried getting him to pay for stuff. ("Diosdado, tulungan mo ako. Nasaan na ang kapatid mong si Ninoy?"-Jan, while talking to a 200-peso bill.)

I had accidentally exclaimed, while trying to talk Jan into paying for us, "Ampangit mo, Jan!"

After some time (where some time==two seconds) we had concluded na lahat ng hindi nanlilibre ay pangit.

"you evil people + nonperson, forcing semi-innocent citizens into paying for your indulgences! you should be ashamed of yourselves." -August, when I told him about everything.

We had watched Because I Said So after the Starbucks, and would probably have gone shopping after that had we had more cash. Jan refused to pay for us. XD

And I had quite a time replying to the someone who was texting Thea, begging her for forgiveness. Oddly enough, he didn't realise it was me.

---

May gusto akong sabihin na hindi ko masabi.

This is mad. I can't say it, not because you know about this thing, but beacuse you're not the only one.

Just remember that if I'm hyper it's your fault. XD


What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive

-Lifehouse, You and Me

levity: (Default)

Ikaw! Alam mo naman kung sino ka! Mag-reply ka na, o mag-log on ka, kundi ayoko na sa iyo!

... You won't believe me, I know, but it's worth a try.... XD


---

Hmm... So much has happened this week it's hard to post since I don't know where to start...

Well, there were the intrams. Normally, I don't like intrams, because I don't like sports, and I only attend since 1.) it's required; 2.) I love my class so much I'm willing to sit through three days of sports just to support them. They won't believe me, I know ("they" referring to my classes, Garnet and Champaca), and neither will you, whoever you are, and I don't blame you, since that sounded so superficial of me. But it's true. But that doesn't mean that you have to believe it. For all you know, I may be lying.

I don't like sports, and when I don't like something that means I'm probably not good at it (though the converse isn't true, since neither am I good at the things I like, like Geom. and writing). So I guess it would be logical to conclude that I am not good at sports, and for those of you who have concluded otherwise, you're wrong, since I am in no way good at sports.

So when Maricor asked for those joining one sport or another, I was left out. And guess what I got assigned to? Jackstones!

And guess what? I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY JACKSTONES. I just learned last Sunday....

And guess what? We won a game by default. And lost the next game. Pero ang galing ng teammate ko!

They asked me to join swimming, since Edz got appendicitis... I couldn't though...

And the end results? The Black team won second overall.... We were second to White... And yet another guess what? We lost the first place by one point!

---

Yesterday signified the end of the intrams, and I cleared myself, so to speak, then. It was only then that I returned my books and replaced the beaker our Chem. group broke somehow. It only took up about an hour- the rest of the day was mine.

And so Champaca played patintero, and tried to get me to join but I didn't since I'm not good at sports, and then Chii and I played badminton against Darrwin, and then against Niko, because I was rather hyper then and had to use up the excess energy somehow. Now those two things in the above sentence didn't make sense, so that's good.

Guia left early that day, since she had to commute home by herself, and I wanted to accompany her, but I didn't think I'd get away with it. I don't know how to commute.

And that day was very, very important...

To you! Yes, you! You know why it's important, don't you? XD

Okay, ang kulit ko....

Because hyperness lasts long, and gives a very long-lasting hangover. Sometimes. Or maybe this is beyond normal hyperness.


Okay, anlabo ko...

All you have to know is that that day, March 15, 2007, was very, very important, for reasons that may be insignificant and that may shatter the world. Now I'm exaggerating, but that makes everything a lot more interesting. It'd be boring if I just told everything directly, no?

---

We went to Gateway today, and by "we" I mean me, Tricia, Thea, and Jan. It was originally supposed to mean me, Thea, Tricia, Guia, Chii, and Jenny- in short, JoMiKeAdDaAn, unrespectively- but due to unforeseen disturbances only Tricia, Thea, and I were able to come. I was the latest among us, which was a first when it came to out-of-school outings but not when it came to classes. When it came to out-of-school things, Thea was usually the latest.

And they were at Starbucks inside (I'd remembered that we were supposed to meet at Starbucks, but I'd forgotten which Starbucks, so it took me some time to get to them), and I entered, and reminded them what my mother had reminded me: "Abstinence ngayon!"

*Oo nga no!!!*

Thanks to that fact, we had lunch at Teriyaki Boy. And thanks to that fact, we couldn't order anything with meat. And thanks to that fact, we could still stop by Starbucks and buy drinks and dessert. That's what you call abstaining!

(Now I don't know how that last paragraph was supposed to sound like, especially so the last sentence. I don't know whether it was supposed to be sarcastic or self-deprecating or what. Basta, nevermind.)

And Jan turned up while we were at Starbucks. We tried getting him to pay for stuff. ("Diosdado, tulungan mo ako. Nasaan na ang kapatid mong si Ninoy?"-Jan, while talking to a 200-peso bill.)

I had accidentally exclaimed, while trying to talk Jan into paying for us, "Ampangit mo, Jan!"

After some time (where some time==two seconds) we had concluded na lahat ng hindi nanlilibre ay pangit.

"you evil people + nonperson, forcing semi-innocent citizens into paying for your indulgences! you should be ashamed of yourselves." -August, when I told him about everything.

We had watched Because I Said So after the Starbucks, and would probably have gone shopping after that had we had more cash. Jan refused to pay for us. XD

And I had quite a time replying to the someone who was texting Thea, begging her for forgiveness. Oddly enough, he didn't realise it was me.

---

May gusto akong sabihin na hindi ko masabi.

This is mad. I can't say it, not because you know about this thing, but beacuse you're not the only one.

Just remember that if I'm hyper it's your fault. XD


What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

Cause it's you and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
and me and all other people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive

-Lifehouse, You and Me

madness

Mar. 9th, 2007 10:11 pm
levity: (penguin)

... As if everything I write isn't madness...

Whee! Ang saya ng hapon ko! Well, technically, ang saya ng araw ko! Now that was mad... Well, masaya except for Com. Sci.... Which was in the afternoon... Okay... Hindi naman masaya kasi yung Com. Sci., kaso lang mas lalo siyang hindi masaya ngayon. It was said to be an oral defense. Thing is, Sir didn't actually ask us to defend the codes. He just asked some select people to try their codes out in front of the class. Maybe to show that they don't work (the codes, not my classmates. Well, puwede rin my classmates. But not all of them. Just me). At na-bore ako.

August said that was because someone was caught selling codes (he wouldn't say who *August!!!! gets mo?* *sorry sa mga hindi nakakagets*). And then my madness kicked in. I don't know if I have no conscience or if I'm just lazy.

 

Because there is nothing wrong with selling codes, or copying codes, and just because you have the same code as someone else doesn’t necessarily mean you copied it. Look at it: there is really just one base set of logic for solving a problem. Some may have faster ways of going through that logic, some may have, not faster, but different, ways of operating, but there is only a finite number of permutations a set of logic can have. Yes, solutions differ, variables, differ, and all that. It’s unlikely that two codes can be exactly the same without having one copied from the other. But it’s not impossible. Rather, it’s very probable, seeing as many go for a solution that seems obvious. That is obvious. And what is obvious is obvious to all except for the rather slow, who aren’t in Pisay (exception of me).

 

And if you actually copied a code, so what? It doesn’t matter, as long as you understand the logic behind it. Some may say it’s not fair for those who actually worked on their codes, but look. If you tried to work on a code and failed and you asked someone else and you understood their solution and you copied it, wouldn’t that be okay? In theory (sinama pa talaga yung “in theory,” e!), school is set up for students to be able to learn, not for students to kill themselves over a project. That’s not saying that you shouldn’t work on your projects. As much as possible we ought to work on them on our own. That’s just saying that the important thing is to learn. If you need help you need help, you can’t learn without it, and not asking for help would just be pride.

 

And if you charge for a code you made, so what even more? You deserve it, you worked on it, didn’t you? You spent your time on it. And time is gold.

 

Anyway.... Anlayo na ng narating ng post na ito...

 

Go Champaca!

Go Black Bears!

Go bleeding moving dead catfish!

Go jackstones (=> mga Champaca lang at si Guia makakakuha niyan)!

Go Gabby!

Go Niko!

Go my non-beloved Marionette!

Go non-beloved classmate who named my phone Marionette!

...Joke lang, mahal na mahal kita... Marionette (whee! Ang kapal mo! =P)!

Go Maricor!

Go creek!

Go swordfighting sa field!

Go parallel lines and perpendicular lines!

 

Parallel lines never meet, no matter what you do. They are practically the only things for which there is no solution. I used to dream of proving parallel lines can meet. But they won’t, they can’t, they never will. That’s the definition of parallel.

 

And perpendicular lines intersect at right angles. Lines may intersect each other at exactly 90-degree angles, and this only happens if their slopes are negative reciprocals of each other.

 

And the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But in every line there is an infinite number of points. Between any two points, no matter how close they are, there is an infinite number of other points.

 

And the shortest distance between a line and a point not on it is a perpendicular line.

 

I told you this post was madness.

"... pinch me, is this real?
i'm on a one-way ticket out of loserville
now i'm off the social flat line
things are so good that i'm
taking down my star trek shine
and you're more than just my valentine
you're my ticket out of loserville... "
-Son of Dork, Ticket Outta Loserville

madness

Mar. 9th, 2007 10:11 pm
levity: (penguin)

... As if everything I write isn't madness...

Whee! Ang saya ng hapon ko! Well, technically, ang saya ng araw ko! Now that was mad... Well, masaya except for Com. Sci.... Which was in the afternoon... Okay... Hindi naman masaya kasi yung Com. Sci., kaso lang mas lalo siyang hindi masaya ngayon. It was said to be an oral defense. Thing is, Sir didn't actually ask us to defend the codes. He just asked some select people to try their codes out in front of the class. Maybe to show that they don't work (the codes, not my classmates. Well, puwede rin my classmates. But not all of them. Just me). At na-bore ako.

August said that was because someone was caught selling codes (he wouldn't say who *August!!!! gets mo?* *sorry sa mga hindi nakakagets*). And then my madness kicked in. I don't know if I have no conscience or if I'm just lazy.

 

Because there is nothing wrong with selling codes, or copying codes, and just because you have the same code as someone else doesn’t necessarily mean you copied it. Look at it: there is really just one base set of logic for solving a problem. Some may have faster ways of going through that logic, some may have, not faster, but different, ways of operating, but there is only a finite number of permutations a set of logic can have. Yes, solutions differ, variables, differ, and all that. It’s unlikely that two codes can be exactly the same without having one copied from the other. But it’s not impossible. Rather, it’s very probable, seeing as many go for a solution that seems obvious. That is obvious. And what is obvious is obvious to all except for the rather slow, who aren’t in Pisay (exception of me).

 

And if you actually copied a code, so what? It doesn’t matter, as long as you understand the logic behind it. Some may say it’s not fair for those who actually worked on their codes, but look. If you tried to work on a code and failed and you asked someone else and you understood their solution and you copied it, wouldn’t that be okay? In theory (sinama pa talaga yung “in theory,” e!), school is set up for students to be able to learn, not for students to kill themselves over a project. That’s not saying that you shouldn’t work on your projects. As much as possible we ought to work on them on our own. That’s just saying that the important thing is to learn. If you need help you need help, you can’t learn without it, and not asking for help would just be pride.

 

And if you charge for a code you made, so what even more? You deserve it, you worked on it, didn’t you? You spent your time on it. And time is gold.

 

Anyway.... Anlayo na ng narating ng post na ito...

 

Go Champaca!

Go Black Bears!

Go bleeding moving dead catfish!

Go jackstones (=> mga Champaca lang at si Guia makakakuha niyan)!

Go Gabby!

Go Niko!

Go my non-beloved Marionette!

Go non-beloved classmate who named my phone Marionette!

...Joke lang, mahal na mahal kita... Marionette (whee! Ang kapal mo! =P)!

Go Maricor!

Go creek!

Go swordfighting sa field!

Go parallel lines and perpendicular lines!

 

Parallel lines never meet, no matter what you do. They are practically the only things for which there is no solution. I used to dream of proving parallel lines can meet. But they won’t, they can’t, they never will. That’s the definition of parallel.

 

And perpendicular lines intersect at right angles. Lines may intersect each other at exactly 90-degree angles, and this only happens if their slopes are negative reciprocals of each other.

 

And the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. But in every line there is an infinite number of points. Between any two points, no matter how close they are, there is an infinite number of other points.

 

And the shortest distance between a line and a point not on it is a perpendicular line.

 

I told you this post was madness.

"... pinch me, is this real?
i'm on a one-way ticket out of loserville
now i'm off the social flat line
things are so good that i'm
taking down my star trek shine
and you're more than just my valentine
you're my ticket out of loserville... "
-Son of Dork, Ticket Outta Loserville

levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
Finally. After ten months of madness and torture and Algeb. and corny jokes and requirements and incompetent rule and cramming and laziness and Geom. and  new friendships and old friendships and controversies and new loveteams and new sections and pessimism and nonchalance and copying homeworks and C++ and failures and triumphs-

-IT'S OVER.

Okay, not really, but practically. No more exams (except for those taking postquarters slash removals- good luck to you), no more studying, no more homeworks and projects (except for some, I guess), no more C++ (at last! I have long waited for this day! ha ha...). Just intrams. And clearance. And poof! it's all over, for the next two months, at least.

It was worth living for, all the insanity of the past ten months, but it does have to end...

... and of course it seems too soon...

... but I don't think I can stand another Com. Sci. session or another test-that-I-know-I'll-score-low-in-as-soon-as-I-see-the-questionnaire. I guess the school really knows where our breaking points are. Or maybe it just plain tires of us and needs two months to recuperate.

Don't get the wrong impression, I love Champaca (yes, my classmates, you just heard/read me say/write that). And the second year, requirements and all. But it's nice to have a break from study, don't you think?

Like you actually study...

---

The first heart I've ever broken belongs to a catfish.

Let me elaborate. We dissected catfish this morning. Maybe dissected isn't the right term. I think mutilated would be a little more accurate. Just a little.

And we were supposed to look for its gills. So Tricia and Chii and I looked for its gills. And so we tried cutting its skin open.

Unfortunately, I was the one who wanted to cut it open. So I cut. And cut. And sooner or later blood was spewing from the catfish. But we saw the gills.

And then Sir Bioman asked us to look for the heart. We couldn't find it. So we asked him where it was. And he looked at the red blobs that had come out of the fish with the blood and said, "Dinurog n'yo yung puso niya!"

And from then on I was very, very careful with the scissors. Buti pa sina Chii at Tricia- they mutilated dissected the catfish with respect. I just cut, no matter what I was cutting.

And the funny thing about the catfish was, even though we- okay, I- had ripped its heart out, it was still moving. Pulsing. Tawa ako nang tawa. Tumitili si Tricia tuwing gumagalaw yung fish. Now, I'm not saying it was alive. I'm just saying that it was moving.

I love catfish!


"... let me be the one you call
if you jump i'll break your fall
lift you up and fly away with you into the night
if you need to fall apart
i can mend a broken heart
if you need to crash then crash and burn
you're not alone..."
-Savage Garden, Crash and Burn
levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
Finally. After ten months of madness and torture and Algeb. and corny jokes and requirements and incompetent rule and cramming and laziness and Geom. and  new friendships and old friendships and controversies and new loveteams and new sections and pessimism and nonchalance and copying homeworks and C++ and failures and triumphs-

-IT'S OVER.

Okay, not really, but practically. No more exams (except for those taking postquarters slash removals- good luck to you), no more studying, no more homeworks and projects (except for some, I guess), no more C++ (at last! I have long waited for this day! ha ha...). Just intrams. And clearance. And poof! it's all over, for the next two months, at least.

It was worth living for, all the insanity of the past ten months, but it does have to end...

... and of course it seems too soon...

... but I don't think I can stand another Com. Sci. session or another test-that-I-know-I'll-score-low-in-as-soon-as-I-see-the-questionnaire. I guess the school really knows where our breaking points are. Or maybe it just plain tires of us and needs two months to recuperate.

Don't get the wrong impression, I love Champaca (yes, my classmates, you just heard/read me say/write that). And the second year, requirements and all. But it's nice to have a break from study, don't you think?

Like you actually study...

---

The first heart I've ever broken belongs to a catfish.

Let me elaborate. We dissected catfish this morning. Maybe dissected isn't the right term. I think mutilated would be a little more accurate. Just a little.

And we were supposed to look for its gills. So Tricia and Chii and I looked for its gills. And so we tried cutting its skin open.

Unfortunately, I was the one who wanted to cut it open. So I cut. And cut. And sooner or later blood was spewing from the catfish. But we saw the gills.

And then Sir Bioman asked us to look for the heart. We couldn't find it. So we asked him where it was. And he looked at the red blobs that had come out of the fish with the blood and said, "Dinurog n'yo yung puso niya!"

And from then on I was very, very careful with the scissors. Buti pa sina Chii at Tricia- they mutilated dissected the catfish with respect. I just cut, no matter what I was cutting.

And the funny thing about the catfish was, even though we- okay, I- had ripped its heart out, it was still moving. Pulsing. Tawa ako nang tawa. Tumitili si Tricia tuwing gumagalaw yung fish. Now, I'm not saying it was alive. I'm just saying that it was moving.

I love catfish!


"... let me be the one you call
if you jump i'll break your fall
lift you up and fly away with you into the night
if you need to fall apart
i can mend a broken heart
if you need to crash then crash and burn
you're not alone..."
-Savage Garden, Crash and Burn
levity: (Default)

Today and yesterday were brilliant. I would call them imperfectly perfect days. Imperfectly perfect, the way today and yesterday were, is the way I'd like life to be- full of laughter and cramming and arguments and silly mistakes that are just mistakes and that don't make you feel like a failure. No major losses, not to dignity or to the future or to grades.

But the thing is, if there are no situations that can make you feel like a failure, then neither are there situations that can make you feel triumphant, really triumphant.

But you'll be happy. And sometimes I wonder which I'd pick: the imperfectly-perfect life I'd like, or the history-changing life of trials and tribulations that I dream of.

The abbreviation of "dome on a drum" (from Art yesterday) was "d. on a d.".
AJ: Donad? Kapatid ba yun ni Jonaj?
Maricor: Di ba si Donad yung kalaban ni Jollibee?
Tricia: Di ba donad yung kinakain ni Sir Job?
... Mga Champaca lang makaka-gets niyan... Inside jokes kasi....

Hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ako sa Geom. test ngayon... Kasi nakakatuwa yung mga problems, nagkukunwari akong marunong mag-math at ni-mental ko yung arithmetic... Pero nakakainis yung ASN... Kasi lahat ng sagot ko, either A o N... Wala akong S... At feeling ko linoko ako ni Sir... Evryone else had two or three S's....

Hindi ako nag-aral para sa quiz sa English ngayon... Nakakatamad kasi... At nag-aral pa ako ng Geom.... Tapos yung quiz matching type na vocabulary! Naka-perfect ako! 20 out of 20!
August's comment: "Ikaw pa, mag-aral sa vocabulary!"

Masipag ako sa requirements, pero tamad ako mag-aral... Which is why I'm posting this now and not studying for Algeb....

I have four Writer's Forks on my palm... What's that supposed to mean?

And I discovered two things today.

One is that molds are disgusting, especialy if they have been growing on a piece of bread for almost a month.

Two is na puwede palang maging mabait si August.

(Yes, August, if you're reading this, I guess I just complimented you. But I know you're not, since hindi ka kagaya ko na tinatamad mag-aral... Anyways I owe you one.)

Hmmm... How to end this post?

Oh, I know!

The history-changing life would be great, but it'd be greater if imperfectly-perfect moments were slipped into it once in a while.

"... breathing in your skin tonight
quiet is my loudest cry
wouldn't want to wake the eyes that make me melt inside
and if it's healthier to leave you be
may a sickness come and set me free
kill me while i still believe that you were meant for me..."
-Yellowcard, Rough Draft

levity: (Default)

Today and yesterday were brilliant. I would call them imperfectly perfect days. Imperfectly perfect, the way today and yesterday were, is the way I'd like life to be- full of laughter and cramming and arguments and silly mistakes that are just mistakes and that don't make you feel like a failure. No major losses, not to dignity or to the future or to grades.

But the thing is, if there are no situations that can make you feel like a failure, then neither are there situations that can make you feel triumphant, really triumphant.

But you'll be happy. And sometimes I wonder which I'd pick: the imperfectly-perfect life I'd like, or the history-changing life of trials and tribulations that I dream of.

The abbreviation of "dome on a drum" (from Art yesterday) was "d. on a d.".
AJ: Donad? Kapatid ba yun ni Jonaj?
Maricor: Di ba si Donad yung kalaban ni Jollibee?
Tricia: Di ba donad yung kinakain ni Sir Job?
... Mga Champaca lang makaka-gets niyan... Inside jokes kasi....

Hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ako sa Geom. test ngayon... Kasi nakakatuwa yung mga problems, nagkukunwari akong marunong mag-math at ni-mental ko yung arithmetic... Pero nakakainis yung ASN... Kasi lahat ng sagot ko, either A o N... Wala akong S... At feeling ko linoko ako ni Sir... Evryone else had two or three S's....

Hindi ako nag-aral para sa quiz sa English ngayon... Nakakatamad kasi... At nag-aral pa ako ng Geom.... Tapos yung quiz matching type na vocabulary! Naka-perfect ako! 20 out of 20!
August's comment: "Ikaw pa, mag-aral sa vocabulary!"

Masipag ako sa requirements, pero tamad ako mag-aral... Which is why I'm posting this now and not studying for Algeb....

I have four Writer's Forks on my palm... What's that supposed to mean?

And I discovered two things today.

One is that molds are disgusting, especialy if they have been growing on a piece of bread for almost a month.

Two is na puwede palang maging mabait si August.

(Yes, August, if you're reading this, I guess I just complimented you. But I know you're not, since hindi ka kagaya ko na tinatamad mag-aral... Anyways I owe you one.)

Hmmm... How to end this post?

Oh, I know!

The history-changing life would be great, but it'd be greater if imperfectly-perfect moments were slipped into it once in a while.

"... breathing in your skin tonight
quiet is my loudest cry
wouldn't want to wake the eyes that make me melt inside
and if it's healthier to leave you be
may a sickness come and set me free
kill me while i still believe that you were meant for me..."
-Yellowcard, Rough Draft

levity: (Default)

Imagine that! I'm back at Pisay! Sure, my mother made me come home early and all... But I was able to go back! I was able to go to school today, watch over the booth, see our Bio. booth and Geom. booth, and see everyone! They seemed glad to see me, for reasons unknown, and that's the understatement of the century-Chii, Tricia, Anna, and Verge all hugged me when they saw me, and Neon was practically shrieking. Stupid Flavivirus.

Odd thing was, I missed them about as much as they missed me. I guess it's true that you never know what you've got till it's gone. Wow- I'm turning sentimental.

More likely you're just mental.

I agree there.

And I spent most of the day at our YMSAT project-booth- not that I mind, because what the hell, I haven't been able to do much for my group anyways (they seem to think otherwise, that I actually did something, kahit papaano). And I watched the Geom. booth. Ang kulit ni DR (haha)!

I think I made my questions a bit too difficult. The first easy question I pulled out (note: I didn't make it) read, "How many sides does a triangle have?"

And the first hard question I pulled out (note: I didn't make this either. I'm comparing the difficulty of the questions I made with the ones I pulled out.) read, "The hypotenuse of an isosceles right triangle measures 40 cm. What is the measure of the angle opposite it?"

De 90 degrees! Right triangle nga e! Malamang the angle opposite the hypotenuse is right!

I swear, I wish I had stayed longer. I hate leaving Pisay, especially leaving Pisay early. I hate leaving Pisay when I can see the sun. Really. I'm fine with leaving Pisay early on rainy days. Not really, but for some reason it's more tolerable.

My callouts: I thank Tricia and August for lending me their notes!

Weird thing I just thought of: No one knows that this blog exists, except Anna, and that's because I commented on her blog. So that means that blogs can really be kept private; you can create one, and only you will know it if you don't tell anyone. So that means that everyone whom you know has a blog created it to be read by a general public, not necessarily the general public, but a certain set of people. And that you really can have a private blog- just don't tell anyone you created it, and no one will ever find out.

Weirdness, I know.


... I found it in my notebook, squeezed between the insanity I write when bored in Com. Sci., and a whole bunch of notes on funguslike protists. Weirdness indeed.
levity: (Default)

Imagine that! I'm back at Pisay! Sure, my mother made me come home early and all... But I was able to go back! I was able to go to school today, watch over the booth, see our Bio. booth and Geom. booth, and see everyone! They seemed glad to see me, for reasons unknown, and that's the understatement of the century-Chii, Tricia, Anna, and Verge all hugged me when they saw me, and Neon was practically shrieking. Stupid Flavivirus.

Odd thing was, I missed them about as much as they missed me. I guess it's true that you never know what you've got till it's gone. Wow- I'm turning sentimental.

More likely you're just mental.

I agree there.

And I spent most of the day at our YMSAT project-booth- not that I mind, because what the hell, I haven't been able to do much for my group anyways (they seem to think otherwise, that I actually did something, kahit papaano). And I watched the Geom. booth. Ang kulit ni DR (haha)!

I think I made my questions a bit too difficult. The first easy question I pulled out (note: I didn't make it) read, "How many sides does a triangle have?"

And the first hard question I pulled out (note: I didn't make this either. I'm comparing the difficulty of the questions I made with the ones I pulled out.) read, "The hypotenuse of an isosceles right triangle measures 40 cm. What is the measure of the angle opposite it?"

De 90 degrees! Right triangle nga e! Malamang the angle opposite the hypotenuse is right!

I swear, I wish I had stayed longer. I hate leaving Pisay, especially leaving Pisay early. I hate leaving Pisay when I can see the sun. Really. I'm fine with leaving Pisay early on rainy days. Not really, but for some reason it's more tolerable.

My callouts: I thank Tricia and August for lending me their notes!

Weird thing I just thought of: No one knows that this blog exists, except Anna, and that's because I commented on her blog. So that means that blogs can really be kept private; you can create one, and only you will know it if you don't tell anyone. So that means that everyone whom you know has a blog created it to be read by a general public, not necessarily the general public, but a certain set of people. And that you really can have a private blog- just don't tell anyone you created it, and no one will ever find out.

Weirdness, I know.


... I found it in my notebook, squeezed between the insanity I write when bored in Com. Sci., and a whole bunch of notes on funguslike protists. Weirdness indeed.
levity: (Default)

 ... has to be the single most annoying thing in this universe. Seriously. Aside from stupid computers accidentally deleting posts, which is why this is a bit sloppy. My original post was deleted.

But honestly, it was only now I learned that being sick can actually cause suffering. Sure, you get weak and get tired and you can't work and you can get severely hurt and you can die, but so what? You end up dying sooner or later, the sickness just brings its possibility closer, and if you die, then your earthly troubles are over. You’re apt to get new ones, but well, they won’t affect your grades. But I had forgotten one thing, and that was the interval between the start of the sickness and its end, no matter how it ends, and that interval is called the sickness. You can call it the duration of the pathogen's incubation, if you like. Or, if you like, you can also call it hell.

The Flavivirus gave me dengue, and put me out of commission for more than a week. Technically, I'm still out of commission, but at least now I'm recovering. The Flavivirus, for those who care, is an RNA virus with a polyadenylated tail, which is used for secreting proteins during replication, which is what gives the sickness.

 

And that more than a week cost a lot.

 

I ended up missing a couple of quizzes, a couple of homeworks, and a long test in Chemistry, for which I have to take a postquarter. Not to mention that our group failed to pass the task distribution, which was with me, since I am the group leader, and that my grades are in jeopardy since I can’t even watch over my shifts at our booths. I don’t even know if I have shifts.

On another note, I would like to thank Neon, Tricia, and August, for so kindly keeping me informed of what I was missing.

And, believe it or not, I actually learned some things over the course of my sickness.

 

I hate it when the computer deletes what I’m writing, and I have to rebuild what I was working on from scratch. It’s okay if I remember exactly what I’ve written, but I never do. I always end up changing some word or other, which bugs me, because I feel as though I am being robbed of perfection, which is the only thing I want. I’m content with anything, as long as I have perfection.

"... i
'll do anything for you
this story is for you
'cause I'd do anything you want me to for you
i'll do anything for you
kill anyone for you

so leave yourself intact
'cause I won't be coming back
in a phrase to cut these lips
i loved you..."
-Coheed and Cambria, Wake Up

levity: (Default)

 ... has to be the single most annoying thing in this universe. Seriously. Aside from stupid computers accidentally deleting posts, which is why this is a bit sloppy. My original post was deleted.

But honestly, it was only now I learned that being sick can actually cause suffering. Sure, you get weak and get tired and you can't work and you can get severely hurt and you can die, but so what? You end up dying sooner or later, the sickness just brings its possibility closer, and if you die, then your earthly troubles are over. You’re apt to get new ones, but well, they won’t affect your grades. But I had forgotten one thing, and that was the interval between the start of the sickness and its end, no matter how it ends, and that interval is called the sickness. You can call it the duration of the pathogen's incubation, if you like. Or, if you like, you can also call it hell.

The Flavivirus gave me dengue, and put me out of commission for more than a week. Technically, I'm still out of commission, but at least now I'm recovering. The Flavivirus, for those who care, is an RNA virus with a polyadenylated tail, which is used for secreting proteins during replication, which is what gives the sickness.

 

And that more than a week cost a lot.

 

I ended up missing a couple of quizzes, a couple of homeworks, and a long test in Chemistry, for which I have to take a postquarter. Not to mention that our group failed to pass the task distribution, which was with me, since I am the group leader, and that my grades are in jeopardy since I can’t even watch over my shifts at our booths. I don’t even know if I have shifts.

On another note, I would like to thank Neon, Tricia, and August, for so kindly keeping me informed of what I was missing.

And, believe it or not, I actually learned some things over the course of my sickness.

 

I hate it when the computer deletes what I’m writing, and I have to rebuild what I was working on from scratch. It’s okay if I remember exactly what I’ve written, but I never do. I always end up changing some word or other, which bugs me, because I feel as though I am being robbed of perfection, which is the only thing I want. I’m content with anything, as long as I have perfection.

"... i
'll do anything for you
this story is for you
'cause I'd do anything you want me to for you
i'll do anything for you
kill anyone for you

so leave yourself intact
'cause I won't be coming back
in a phrase to cut these lips
i loved you..."
-Coheed and Cambria, Wake Up

levity: (Default)

Yes, as much as I hate to say it, this week was a typical week of Pisay. Even the oddness and abnormalities of Pisay have their own standards of normality, namely stress, cramming, homework, quizzes, depression, corny jokes, laughter, hyperness, and letting people copy homework.

Every week has its own set of snapshots, too, moments you want to freeze in time and go back to when life gets a little too crazy, and since I can't freeze them in time, I try to write them down. I probably fail, but well, at least I'm just defeated and not a loser (go Sir Arghs!).

~o~

A light rain fell over the school, over the field where the class was playing. The sky was a misty, swirling color of nothingness that was really condensed droplets of water vapor that was due to fall as rain sometime in the future. The lack of color and warmth and sunlight did not drain the life from the students, though- it seemed as though the rain that gave life to various organisms gave life to them as well. Yes, many members of the class were out in the rain, playing various sports and suffering the catcalls that came from their dry classmates who were taking shelter in the grandstands that were anything but grand. The class's noise rang over the area of field and grandstand, echoing off the school buildings, bouncing back at equal angles but with diminished energy. Passerby turned to stare at the students playing in the rain, wondering why some comment or other caused them all to laugh, wondering how they had the stubbornness and energy to run around or just to shout at their friends with the indescribable insanity they had.

~o~

A rather motley crew they were, the eight gathered together in the bookstore, arguing as if eternity was made to enable them to fight and effectively blocking the aisle to all other people. The way they talked- their shared laughter, their comments about past events, their absurd witticisms- showed that they were friends of sort, something that couldn't have been deduced otherwise. They debated over the smallest of things, fussing over the colors of paper, passing responsibilities on to others, forever arguing, forever noisy.

~o~

some days are just plain terrible. they start out terrible and seem to get worse as they progress. no turnaround. no saving grace. anything good that may have happened gets quashed by whatever follows, is left unnoticed when placed side by side with everything else. when these days end, you're so grateful that they did, and you'll want to sleep and sleep and never wake up just to prevent them from happening again. but they will, the way history insists on repeating itself again and again and again until you learn from it.

~o~

Music played in the background as the sun set over the school. The orange-pink afterglow of dusk in polluted cities was painted all over the skies, and the streetlamps and flag lights were all on to cover up for the darkness. Whatever slight bit of daylight that was left illuminated the now-bare flagpoles and the letters that spelled out the school's name.

The flagrantly-flaring lights shone on the group of students seated by the flagpole. It was odd, the way people- and near-human entities- could spend all day in each other's company, and yet never tire of each other, and what they each had to say.

~o~

Craziness, I know, but well, the week was crazy.

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Yes, as much as I hate to say it, this week was a typical week of Pisay. Even the oddness and abnormalities of Pisay have their own standards of normality, namely stress, cramming, homework, quizzes, depression, corny jokes, laughter, hyperness, and letting people copy homework.

Every week has its own set of snapshots, too, moments you want to freeze in time and go back to when life gets a little too crazy, and since I can't freeze them in time, I try to write them down. I probably fail, but well, at least I'm just defeated and not a loser (go Sir Arghs!).

~o~

A light rain fell over the school, over the field where the class was playing. The sky was a misty, swirling color of nothingness that was really condensed droplets of water vapor that was due to fall as rain sometime in the future. The lack of color and warmth and sunlight did not drain the life from the students, though- it seemed as though the rain that gave life to various organisms gave life to them as well. Yes, many members of the class were out in the rain, playing various sports and suffering the catcalls that came from their dry classmates who were taking shelter in the grandstands that were anything but grand. The class's noise rang over the area of field and grandstand, echoing off the school buildings, bouncing back at equal angles but with diminished energy. Passerby turned to stare at the students playing in the rain, wondering why some comment or other caused them all to laugh, wondering how they had the stubbornness and energy to run around or just to shout at their friends with the indescribable insanity they had.

~o~

A rather motley crew they were, the eight gathered together in the bookstore, arguing as if eternity was made to enable them to fight and effectively blocking the aisle to all other people. The way they talked- their shared laughter, their comments about past events, their absurd witticisms- showed that they were friends of sort, something that couldn't have been deduced otherwise. They debated over the smallest of things, fussing over the colors of paper, passing responsibilities on to others, forever arguing, forever noisy.

~o~

some days are just plain terrible. they start out terrible and seem to get worse as they progress. no turnaround. no saving grace. anything good that may have happened gets quashed by whatever follows, is left unnoticed when placed side by side with everything else. when these days end, you're so grateful that they did, and you'll want to sleep and sleep and never wake up just to prevent them from happening again. but they will, the way history insists on repeating itself again and again and again until you learn from it.

~o~

Music played in the background as the sun set over the school. The orange-pink afterglow of dusk in polluted cities was painted all over the skies, and the streetlamps and flag lights were all on to cover up for the darkness. Whatever slight bit of daylight that was left illuminated the now-bare flagpoles and the letters that spelled out the school's name.

The flagrantly-flaring lights shone on the group of students seated by the flagpole. It was odd, the way people- and near-human entities- could spend all day in each other's company, and yet never tire of each other, and what they each had to say.

~o~

Craziness, I know, but well, the week was crazy.

fireworks

Jan. 5th, 2007 09:52 pm
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A Belated Happy New Year to all of you! This post is extremely late in coming, due to the lack of decent Internet connections in Calasiao, Pangasinan, and the earthquake in Taiwan which led to Internet problems.

Well. I started the year right, with lots of fireworks, the class of 2-Champaca, Guia's birthday, and lots of perios.

Fireworks )

And classes resumed on the third! I traveled to Manila on the second, and arrived at around nine, and was still able to create a story for English from scratch!

That's a new cramming record for me, and if I had a choice I wouldn't have crammed it, but hey, I can be proud of this ability I hardly ever practice and still works.

Or maybe that just means I can write well. Haha. Asa pa ako.

And yes, I missed Champaca, and I especially missed the arguments that come with it.

I made four New Year's Resolutions. One of them was not to hit anyone, and another was not to threaten to kill anyone. Within this first week, I've broken those two, and mostly on the same person, if he is a person.

And yes, it was Guia's birthday today!!!! Happy birthday to my best friend, Ad of JoMiKeAdDaAn, if you're reading this! I hope you liked the gift, and read the letter.


And a mircle happened during my practical test in basketball: I WAS ABLE TO SHOOT THE BALL!!!!!!!!

Just once, that's true, but I was able to shoot it. No one could believe it. It wasn't like the English, since only I didn't believe that. This was beyond the realm of possibility, like scoring a 1.00 in my Algebra card grade this quarter, considering my last quarter's grade was 2.00...

And too bad Saddam had to be executed. The date chosen for the execution wasn't exactly too nice as well. It was to signify the beginning of a holiday of peace. But hey, if you shouldn't kill someone on a holiday, why kill them on any ordinary day?

Ewan. It's like executing GMA on Christmas.

Which I wouldn't object to, so I'm being a total hypocrite here.

By the way, my third resolution was to stop being a hypocrite, so I guess I broke that too.

And pinagtripan ako ng mga YMSAT group mates ko. Nakasulat sa folder namin sa napakalaking sulat (I can't think of a Filipino synonym of sulat, so I just repeated the word):
TEAM CHAMPION: JILLIAN FRANCISE ATIENZA LEE.

But I don't care, because classes have resumed, and I was able to shoot a basketball.

fireworks

Jan. 5th, 2007 09:52 pm
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A Belated Happy New Year to all of you! This post is extremely late in coming, due to the lack of decent Internet connections in Calasiao, Pangasinan, and the earthquake in Taiwan which led to Internet problems.

Well. I started the year right, with lots of fireworks, the class of 2-Champaca, Guia's birthday, and lots of perios.

Fireworks )

And classes resumed on the third! I traveled to Manila on the second, and arrived at around nine, and was still able to create a story for English from scratch!

That's a new cramming record for me, and if I had a choice I wouldn't have crammed it, but hey, I can be proud of this ability I hardly ever practice and still works.

Or maybe that just means I can write well. Haha. Asa pa ako.

And yes, I missed Champaca, and I especially missed the arguments that come with it.

I made four New Year's Resolutions. One of them was not to hit anyone, and another was not to threaten to kill anyone. Within this first week, I've broken those two, and mostly on the same person, if he is a person.

And yes, it was Guia's birthday today!!!! Happy birthday to my best friend, Ad of JoMiKeAdDaAn, if you're reading this! I hope you liked the gift, and read the letter.


And a mircle happened during my practical test in basketball: I WAS ABLE TO SHOOT THE BALL!!!!!!!!

Just once, that's true, but I was able to shoot it. No one could believe it. It wasn't like the English, since only I didn't believe that. This was beyond the realm of possibility, like scoring a 1.00 in my Algebra card grade this quarter, considering my last quarter's grade was 2.00...

And too bad Saddam had to be executed. The date chosen for the execution wasn't exactly too nice as well. It was to signify the beginning of a holiday of peace. But hey, if you shouldn't kill someone on a holiday, why kill them on any ordinary day?

Ewan. It's like executing GMA on Christmas.

Which I wouldn't object to, so I'm being a total hypocrite here.

By the way, my third resolution was to stop being a hypocrite, so I guess I broke that too.

And pinagtripan ako ng mga YMSAT group mates ko. Nakasulat sa folder namin sa napakalaking sulat (I can't think of a Filipino synonym of sulat, so I just repeated the word):
TEAM CHAMPION: JILLIAN FRANCISE ATIENZA LEE.

But I don't care, because classes have resumed, and I was able to shoot a basketball.

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