levity: (a catch)
You see, first place is just a matter of judgement, like everything else is, really.  We were awarded first place. That doesn't mean that we are the best section ever (I won't deny that, but then again, if you were talking about your own section, would you?), or even that we put on the best show for this year. It just means that the judges thought that our performance fit the criteria best. Put that way it doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment, but it's an accomplishment nonetheless. After all, we get the shiny trophy. If you think you put on a show as good as we did, then hooray for you and I wish I had your confidence. If you concede that we put on the best show for the year then thank you and I commend you for your humility. If you think that you deserve the one step up in Pinoy Ma'am Cion is rumored to give us, then all I can say is that we need it as much as you do.
levity: (a catch)
You see, first place is just a matter of judgement, like everything else is, really.  We were awarded first place. That doesn't mean that we are the best section ever (I won't deny that, but then again, if you were talking about your own section, would you?), or even that we put on the best show for this year. It just means that the judges thought that our performance fit the criteria best. Put that way it doesn't sound like much of an accomplishment, but it's an accomplishment nonetheless. After all, we get the shiny trophy. If you think you put on a show as good as we did, then hooray for you and I wish I had your confidence. If you concede that we put on the best show for the year then thank you and I commend you for your humility. If you think that you deserve the one step up in Pinoy Ma'am Cion is rumored to give us, then all I can say is that we need it as much as you do.
levity: (Pokemon.)
In the words of Andrew Ale Fajardo:
"I can feel the euphoria."

I beat Kate to saying some version of "You actually know what euphoria means!!!" but he was right. There is no other word for it.

Sir Martin gave what is really the usual speech, about all of trying our best, and all of us being winners in the end. The real deal came after that.

"Third place: 4-Truth."

Okay, hindi tayo third.

"Second place: 4-Tau."

Audience: "Hindi first yung Tau?!"

Okay, hindi tayo third at hindi tayo second.

"Ang masasbi ko lang sa first place, ay good luck sa pagpresent sa gym. First place: 4-Muon."

-blink blink-

Muon screamed. I mean it.

We get to perform on Friday, on Saturday, and in the Manila Hotel in the not-so-distant future. We have something to salvage the wreckage of our Pinoy grades. Not to mention a shiny trophy and bragging rights for the rest of the year.

But what the heck. Nothing beats the title of first place. It means a whole day spent steaming (like siomai, Koko said) in the heat of the fourth floor. Multiple bruises and stretched muscles from bumping into people in the hurry to get from one formation to another. The craziest code names and abbreviations (Special Effects Extreme). Sleepy fatigue and the practical aspect of the law of diminishing marginal return. King Cruz's yogurt and Sir Vlad's ice cream. Hiding your face so that the audience won't see you smile while Luis and Fajardo swear at each other onstage. Worrying a tad too late about whether or not yor pants are glowing. Cramming an introduction with Emman as an English-Filipino dictionary only to discover Gee-ann had written one beforehand. Screaming and jumping up and down with your classmates like maniacs, all dignity forgotten.

Yes, we crammed our presentation. Yes, we hadn't had a proper run-through till the day itself, an hour before the contest. Yes, we may not have worked as hard as the others did. We had a concept we liked and the best classmates in the world. That was all.

Sometimes, things aren't need-based, or work-based, or even performance-based. Sometimes, all you need is a fantastic adviser, a section spirited to the point of chaos, just the right amount of work, some help from above, and a little bit of luck. I guess we had the right combination of everything.

Posible talaga.

levity: (Pokemon.)
In the words of Andrew Ale Fajardo:
"I can feel the euphoria."

I beat Kate to saying some version of "You actually know what euphoria means!!!" but he was right. There is no other word for it.

Sir Martin gave what is really the usual speech, about all of trying our best, and all of us being winners in the end. The real deal came after that.

"Third place: 4-Truth."

Okay, hindi tayo third.

"Second place: 4-Tau."

Audience: "Hindi first yung Tau?!"

Okay, hindi tayo third at hindi tayo second.

"Ang masasbi ko lang sa first place, ay good luck sa pagpresent sa gym. First place: 4-Muon."

-blink blink-

Muon screamed. I mean it.

We get to perform on Friday, on Saturday, and in the Manila Hotel in the not-so-distant future. We have something to salvage the wreckage of our Pinoy grades. Not to mention a shiny trophy and bragging rights for the rest of the year.

But what the heck. Nothing beats the title of first place. It means a whole day spent steaming (like siomai, Koko said) in the heat of the fourth floor. Multiple bruises and stretched muscles from bumping into people in the hurry to get from one formation to another. The craziest code names and abbreviations (Special Effects Extreme). Sleepy fatigue and the practical aspect of the law of diminishing marginal return. King Cruz's yogurt and Sir Vlad's ice cream. Hiding your face so that the audience won't see you smile while Luis and Fajardo swear at each other onstage. Worrying a tad too late about whether or not yor pants are glowing. Cramming an introduction with Emman as an English-Filipino dictionary only to discover Gee-ann had written one beforehand. Screaming and jumping up and down with your classmates like maniacs, all dignity forgotten.

Yes, we crammed our presentation. Yes, we hadn't had a proper run-through till the day itself, an hour before the contest. Yes, we may not have worked as hard as the others did. We had a concept we liked and the best classmates in the world. That was all.

Sometimes, things aren't need-based, or work-based, or even performance-based. Sometimes, all you need is a fantastic adviser, a section spirited to the point of chaos, just the right amount of work, some help from above, and a little bit of luck. I guess we had the right combination of everything.

Posible talaga.

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.

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