Greetings, my dear friend. I am glad that this the end. If you like, you would want to read the end of the end first but you would be an idiot doing that so just stick to the basics and read the end from the start. I assure you though, this isn't the end because the end isn't the end of my recollections but the end is the start of a new wave of recollections. I'm calling this the end because it is the end of the required blog entries requested by our teacher. So, just sit tight and I will recall how it all started.
My recollections started during the third grading of my Senior life. We had a new teacher, an alien face but he had an aura that tells us that we must respect him. I'm talking of a man named Elmer Montejo. I consider him as one of the best teachers that I had encountered but before we elaborate deeply my lighthearted teacher, let's return to how it all began. It all began when he required that we must make 5 entries each with a 500-minimum word condition every week. Isn't it hard? Of course, it is. Having to write 5 entries per week is a tough job, considering that we, as Seniors, are as busy as a printing press. It was very hard at first, but the problem did not eased up our problems during the next weeks but aggravated our problems because this project comprises 40% of our class standing and if we don't have it then we might as well feed ourselves to a school of ravenous piranhas.
Blogging is an educational activity, I admit it because I had learned a lot from it. Broadening my vocabulary, learning grammar and its complex rules, applying correct punctuation marks and correcting any wrong spelling. Of course, if an activity has its positive effects, it also has its negative effects. Tightening of pockets because we need it for logging in and typing our required entries and time management problems because we have little time for putting our required entries because of the hectic schedules we're dealing with. The blog project is both satisfying and tormenting. Why? Satisfying because at last you have something to write upon when you are depressed, angry, blissful or just plain bored. Tormenting, on the other hand, because you always carry the burden of thinking your problems on the blog problem such as time and money management but as we are UP students, we found a solution on treating these problems. Like spending less on invaluable stuff and equally dividing our time so that we could squeeze our blogging project on our schedule. It was quite an adventure for all of us, the Seniors, because we learned to set out priorities and learned to be responsible for our careless actions. I am thankful to our English teacher for showing me the beauty of blogging and teaching me to be more knowledgeable when it comes to English and its forms. Till next time, my friend. Once again, Monsieur Aronnax.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Four Years of Ecstasy and Dysphoria
Dear reader, I hope you are all good and alive right now. Again, I am going to relay a recollection of mine to you. This time, my high school life. I suppose you had gone through with high school or are in high school right now, if you are not, then you are too young to read this my friend. I recommend you to close this window right away. Anyway, here is a brief excerpt of my life in high school full of tears and laughter.
I started as a Freshman in a state university which I didn't even knew existed. I was just a lucky guy to even have the privilege of studying in a prestigious school. I was designated to a section which was full of craziness and drama. It was section Villamor when my closed eyes opened to a different world. It was strange, my classmates were way more mature than me. I was terribly immature that time, with naive knowledge about what the world is actually. I could feel that I was in a foreign land, with inhabitants I couldn't understand at all. Time flew by and I understood them slowly but surely and then one day, I woke up to find out that I am one of them, that I belonged to this section, Villamor, and I am truly proud of it.
The next day, I woke up finding myself to be in my second year in high school. I was now a Sophomore.I belonged to a section where everyone were just as lucky-go-happy as me. We were like children prancing around the streets. We didn't care as long as we have fun and make the most of the time. Here, we learned to be more competitive and playful. Benton was a clan full of lively and playful people and that is why I consider this section to be my favorite section. Here, I learned to be diligent in my studies because this was my year when I received my first failure in a subject, with a grade of 73, I failed in my most hated subject, Geometry. I was a sophomore, like a bud waiting for the right moment to bloom and this time, the time had come for me to reach full bloom.
The next week, I turned 14 and I was a Junior, ready to live, love and fight. In this year, we had the two most grueling subjects of all time, Trigonometry and Research. At this period, I learned to love and had my first love. I learned to be more mature and escape my old self from its shackles. Being a Junior wasn't an easy task because I had to cope with many problems as many as the spikes on the back of a hedgehog but I loved it because it gave me the chance of being more responsible in my actions.
Now, I am a proud Senior, ready to face the real world outside, mature enough to be a real person. Here, I felt pain and joy at the same time. This was the time when I felt the pains of letting go and saying goodbye. I learned here that love is only temporary and that we must make the most out of it. This is the time that I have to show the real me and my outmost potentials. I am proud of my school, my friends and my experiences here.
Being a high school student isn't as easy as counting the numbers from 1-10 but having unforgettable experiences and memories can almost wipe out the problem of computing the 9th root of 12345. I am proud to belong in this school and in my batch. I would like to grab the opportunity of thanking my friends, teachers and my school. Thank you and I am pleased to have met you all. Till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
I started as a Freshman in a state university which I didn't even knew existed. I was just a lucky guy to even have the privilege of studying in a prestigious school. I was designated to a section which was full of craziness and drama. It was section Villamor when my closed eyes opened to a different world. It was strange, my classmates were way more mature than me. I was terribly immature that time, with naive knowledge about what the world is actually. I could feel that I was in a foreign land, with inhabitants I couldn't understand at all. Time flew by and I understood them slowly but surely and then one day, I woke up to find out that I am one of them, that I belonged to this section, Villamor, and I am truly proud of it.
The next day, I woke up finding myself to be in my second year in high school. I was now a Sophomore.I belonged to a section where everyone were just as lucky-go-happy as me. We were like children prancing around the streets. We didn't care as long as we have fun and make the most of the time. Here, we learned to be more competitive and playful. Benton was a clan full of lively and playful people and that is why I consider this section to be my favorite section. Here, I learned to be diligent in my studies because this was my year when I received my first failure in a subject, with a grade of 73, I failed in my most hated subject, Geometry. I was a sophomore, like a bud waiting for the right moment to bloom and this time, the time had come for me to reach full bloom.
The next week, I turned 14 and I was a Junior, ready to live, love and fight. In this year, we had the two most grueling subjects of all time, Trigonometry and Research. At this period, I learned to love and had my first love. I learned to be more mature and escape my old self from its shackles. Being a Junior wasn't an easy task because I had to cope with many problems as many as the spikes on the back of a hedgehog but I loved it because it gave me the chance of being more responsible in my actions.
Now, I am a proud Senior, ready to face the real world outside, mature enough to be a real person. Here, I felt pain and joy at the same time. This was the time when I felt the pains of letting go and saying goodbye. I learned here that love is only temporary and that we must make the most out of it. This is the time that I have to show the real me and my outmost potentials. I am proud of my school, my friends and my experiences here.
Being a high school student isn't as easy as counting the numbers from 1-10 but having unforgettable experiences and memories can almost wipe out the problem of computing the 9th root of 12345. I am proud to belong in this school and in my batch. I would like to grab the opportunity of thanking my friends, teachers and my school. Thank you and I am pleased to have met you all. Till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
A Solitary Loneliness
Dear reader, I hope you haven't been bored of the previous recollections of mine because if you do, then don't read this any longer. This recollection of mine tackles about sadness and loneliness. Well, isn't it a start? If you don't want to be lonely, reading this all alone, then I commend you not to read it all. But before you get all lonely and sad, here is a poem by ee cunnings which could interest you a little and drain you of your sadness.
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le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
-ee cummings
I know what you're thinking. "Is this a poem?". Well, of course my friend but this one has a more meaning to it than looking at its enigmatic style of writing a poem. Take a look at the poem and you could figure out the sentence "A leaf falls", right? A falling leaf usually depicts loneliness. During autumn, for instance, where death spreads far and wide, a lot of trees are shedding their leaves but ever saw a tree with only one leaf left? If you were a person and that last leaf is your last friend, what would you do if your last friend leaves you? It is just like when a tree when its last leaf falls to the ground, leaving the tree lonely and without company. Take the sentence "A leaf falls" from the poem, what do you see? Isn't the word "loneliness" appears? This only tells us that the poem is about the feeling of loneliness. Look at the relation of "A Leaf Falls" and "Loneliness", isn't it somewhat related to each other? Both tells about oneliness and being all alone, without any company at all. The words "Loneliness" and "A Leaf Falls" are separated from each other. It emphasizes the feeling of a person being separated from another. Look at the letters, some like I, are all alone and noticed anything? A lot of I's can be seen on the poem but these letters might be also confused with the number 1. It is because in the early times, people used typewriters because computers in that time were very expensive but very bulky. So, ee cummings grabbed this opportunity to give the letter I two meanings: the letter I and the number, both giving the meaning of being alone.
Being alone isn't at all sad and gloomy but also, it gives the person experiencing it the feeling that no man is an island. Everyone needs companionship and one can't live without it, if you can, then you must be a lunatic. Being alone also gives you the chance to meditate and reflect on the things you have done, may it be good or hostile. It gives us the opportunity to appreciate the wonders of friendship because being alone only gives a life that is empty, gray and without any color at all. I hope you are not at all lonely my friend right now, till we meet again. Monsieur Aronnax.
A Portal of Unity
Greetings, my dear friend. Have you ever tried crossing a bridge in you whole life? I hope you had, except of you have a fear of bridges, then that wouldn't be possible. Anyway, below is an article made by three students who elaborated on what a bridge is, and you can find out in this article that bridges do not only serve as gateways to different islands but also as a tourist spot, can even be considered as a simple paradise and haven. So, I wouldn't make you wait any longer then, would I? Then here it is.
This mega bridge is considered as “The World’s Longest Center Span Extra Dosed Cable Stayed Bridge” by the Guinness Book of World Records. The 2nd Mandaue Mactan Bridge adapted the extra dosed pre-stressed concrete bridge type to meet the requirements of the Air Transportation Office for a limited tower height because of its proximity to the Mactan International airport and also provide enough clearance for unobstructed navigation of the Mactan Channel. This bridge was inaugurated by President Joseph Estrada on August 3, 1999. The company who constructed this “megastructure” was the brilliant Japanese company of Kajima-Sumitomo Joint Venture. The company who provided the cement was the Cebuano company of SNC Remicon Inc. It was said that it was constructed as a symbol of friendship between the Republic of the Philippines and Japan and envisioned to contribute immensely to the economic development of Cebu.
President Estrada ordered the construction of this megastructure to alleviate the traffic problem of vehicles traveling from Mandaue City to the island of Mactan. Even though there still stand the first Mandaue-Mactan Bridge, the traffic problem was still rampant so this was the solution that he thought of, to create a bridge that could help lessen the burden that people traveling from Mandaue to Mactan are carrying. Also, the bridge was strategically put so that traveling from mainland Cebu to the Mactan International Airport would be easier because it made traveling there faster and convenient. Not only is the mega bridge used for transportation, it is also used as a tourist spot. From the bridge itself, one can see the beauty of the azure waters of the Mactan Channel and when the brilliance of the sun fades out as to let Luna take her rightful throne in the sky, flocks of lovers come to the bridge to see the twinkling of the stars and the luminescence of the goddess Artemis. Another area that is a must-see is the mini-park under the bridge where refreshments are available.
The bridge was named after Marcelo B. Fernan, who was a Filipino lawyer and political figure. He is the only Filipino to have served as both Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and as Senate president. He is also the third Filipino to have headed both the judicial and legislative branches of government, after Querube Makalintal who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the Batasang Pambansa in the 1970s, and Jose Yulo, who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the House of Representatives before 1946.
Now, a lot of Filipinos are truly greatful to the counstruction of this considered megastructure. Nowadays, thy are not treating it only as a mere bridge but as a splendor of the ingenuity of Filipinos and the cooperation of the Japanese which only proves that Filipinos are industrious and hardworking. Also, Filipinos and tourists alike, are treating this bridge as a landmark where it is presented as a production of the labor of two countries and where they can appreciate the beauty of the waters of Cebu also. Truly, this bridge has opened the eyes of a lot of people that bridges can not only serve the people just for the solution of traffic problems but can also serve as a tourist spot, a proof that Filipinos can do anything only if they would only put their hearts into it.
This mega bridge is considered as “The World’s Longest Center Span Extra Dosed Cable Stayed Bridge” by the Guinness Book of World Records. The 2nd Mandaue Mactan Bridge adapted the extra dosed pre-stressed concrete bridge type to meet the requirements of the Air Transportation Office for a limited tower height because of its proximity to the Mactan International airport and also provide enough clearance for unobstructed navigation of the Mactan Channel. This bridge was inaugurated by President Joseph Estrada on August 3, 1999. The company who constructed this “megastructure” was the brilliant Japanese company of Kajima-Sumitomo Joint Venture. The company who provided the cement was the Cebuano company of SNC Remicon Inc. It was said that it was constructed as a symbol of friendship between the Republic of the Philippines and Japan and envisioned to contribute immensely to the economic development of Cebu.
President Estrada ordered the construction of this megastructure to alleviate the traffic problem of vehicles traveling from Mandaue City to the island of Mactan. Even though there still stand the first Mandaue-Mactan Bridge, the traffic problem was still rampant so this was the solution that he thought of, to create a bridge that could help lessen the burden that people traveling from Mandaue to Mactan are carrying. Also, the bridge was strategically put so that traveling from mainland Cebu to the Mactan International Airport would be easier because it made traveling there faster and convenient. Not only is the mega bridge used for transportation, it is also used as a tourist spot. From the bridge itself, one can see the beauty of the azure waters of the Mactan Channel and when the brilliance of the sun fades out as to let Luna take her rightful throne in the sky, flocks of lovers come to the bridge to see the twinkling of the stars and the luminescence of the goddess Artemis. Another area that is a must-see is the mini-park under the bridge where refreshments are available.
The bridge was named after Marcelo B. Fernan, who was a Filipino lawyer and political figure. He is the only Filipino to have served as both Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and as Senate president. He is also the third Filipino to have headed both the judicial and legislative branches of government, after Querube Makalintal who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the Batasang Pambansa in the 1970s, and Jose Yulo, who served as Chief Justice and Speaker of the House of Representatives before 1946.
Now, a lot of Filipinos are truly greatful to the counstruction of this considered megastructure. Nowadays, thy are not treating it only as a mere bridge but as a splendor of the ingenuity of Filipinos and the cooperation of the Japanese which only proves that Filipinos are industrious and hardworking. Also, Filipinos and tourists alike, are treating this bridge as a landmark where it is presented as a production of the labor of two countries and where they can appreciate the beauty of the waters of Cebu also. Truly, this bridge has opened the eyes of a lot of people that bridges can not only serve the people just for the solution of traffic problems but can also serve as a tourist spot, a proof that Filipinos can do anything only if they would only put their hearts into it.
A Wistful Adieu
Greetings my dear reader, I fear that this is one of the recollections that is truly saddening and it breaks my heart to share it with you. Some say that sorry seems to be the hardest word but isn't goodbye the hardest thing to do? If you have arrived here without even knowing how or why then you should close this window because the contents of this recollection is full of sadness and gloom. If you are quite confident of reading this recollection without shedding a tear then your mom must be proud of you. Anyway, here goes nothing.
Goodbye is a word where almost all of the people around the world know, regardless of the language barrier, may it be English, German, Chinese or Filipino, each has its own translation for the two-syllable word: "Good-bye". Letting go is hard but it is an expression trust and faith towards that person, may it be a departed loved one or an air-breathing loved one. It is one way of saying that you love the person very much because love isn't immortal, it also fades away. Everybody experiences letting go and saying goodbye but it is as painful as being stabbed 15 times across your life-pumping heart, or in other words, it is definitely heart-breaking. Nobody stays forever with you, its either you yourself will be saying the word goodbye or the person whom is so special to you will. Everything in this world is temporary, nothing stays forever, we will always experience the painful art of letting go, whether we like it or not.
There are a lot of happenings where we must say goodbye and let go. Saying goodbye to a departed loved one. Saying goodbye to the one we had loved most is tormenting, in the sense that you may never see him/her again but again it is one way of assuring your loved one that you love him/her because you are definitely happy that he/she is in the afterlife, together with the Creator, safe and sound. Another is saying good bye to a loved one. Of course, it is as much painful that letting go with a departed loved one because you may or you may never see him/her at all. "People seldom say I love you and then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean I know you'll never go, only that I wish you didn't have to" (http://thinkexist.com/quotations/goodbye/). Letting go is a part of being human, may it be a curse that we must face it, it also gives us the strength to face a lively tomorrow and still hope that we only part to meet again.
It is really melancholic that the word good-bye exists but we have to face it, this word makes us humans, humans who love and miss. Even though it is hard for me to say goodbye my friend, I need to. So, farewell and till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
Goodbye is a word where almost all of the people around the world know, regardless of the language barrier, may it be English, German, Chinese or Filipino, each has its own translation for the two-syllable word: "Good-bye". Letting go is hard but it is an expression trust and faith towards that person, may it be a departed loved one or an air-breathing loved one. It is one way of saying that you love the person very much because love isn't immortal, it also fades away. Everybody experiences letting go and saying goodbye but it is as painful as being stabbed 15 times across your life-pumping heart, or in other words, it is definitely heart-breaking. Nobody stays forever with you, its either you yourself will be saying the word goodbye or the person whom is so special to you will. Everything in this world is temporary, nothing stays forever, we will always experience the painful art of letting go, whether we like it or not.
There are a lot of happenings where we must say goodbye and let go. Saying goodbye to a departed loved one. Saying goodbye to the one we had loved most is tormenting, in the sense that you may never see him/her again but again it is one way of assuring your loved one that you love him/her because you are definitely happy that he/she is in the afterlife, together with the Creator, safe and sound. Another is saying good bye to a loved one. Of course, it is as much painful that letting go with a departed loved one because you may or you may never see him/her at all. "People seldom say I love you and then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean I know you'll never go, only that I wish you didn't have to" (http://thinkexist.com/quotations/goodbye/). Letting go is a part of being human, may it be a curse that we must face it, it also gives us the strength to face a lively tomorrow and still hope that we only part to meet again.
It is really melancholic that the word good-bye exists but we have to face it, this word makes us humans, humans who love and miss. Even though it is hard for me to say goodbye my friend, I need to. So, farewell and till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
An Inquisition of Erudition
Dear reader, I suppose that you have come across the term "research" but have you ever experienced conceiving one? Well, if you don not know or haven't cross upon the term research then I'll grudgingly give you its definition. Research is a diligent and systematic inquiry or investigation into a subject in order to discover or revise facts, theories, applications, etc. (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/research). Hard to understand eh? Well, its your problem, not mine. Anyway, I'm gonna expose to you a research which was extensively scrutinized and analyzed by experts when it comes to this encumbrance.
This research was formulated by four teens who unconsciously came across the terms peanut, sand and hollow block. I'm one of those four, for your information. If you're asking why these terms have something to do with research, it is because the terms are the main components of the research entitled: "Peanut Pods Ashes as Substitute for Sand in Making Hollow-blocks". Having trouble analyzing the title? Then I'll give you the benefit of explaining to you what our research is all about. Our research is about substituting the peanut pod ashes with sand in making hollow blocks. I suppose that you understand what peanut pod ashes are? These are burnt residues of burned peanut pods. Peanut pod ashes are suppose to have the binding agent that are also found in sand, but the only difference is that peanut pod ashes are considered waste and are quite more cheap than buying sand. We all know that the world is advancing almost as rapid as a galloping horse and that is one of the reasons why using these peanut pod ashes crawled up to our minds. We presumed that using this isn't only gonna help the problem of waste management but also the strength of residential and commercial buildings. Isn't that quite an act for a Nobel peace prize category? After such brainstorming and discussions, we finally arrived at the point of making one. It was laborious, having to measure each factors equally but of course, researches has its imperfections and so is ours. Each of its the hollow blocks that we made had different ratios: 100% peanut pod ashes only, 75% peanut pod ashes and 25% sand, 50% peanut pod ashes and 50% sand, 25% peanut pod ashes and 75% sand and 100% sand only. Each of these hollow blocks are measured equally and its ratios are distributed equally also. After such a hard task, we let all our hollow blocks dry but unfortunately, the 100% peanut pod ashes only and the 75% peanut pod ashes and 25% sand collapsed, leaving with only three ratios. After the hollow blocks were seeped out of their wetness and were ultimately dried, we brought it to a testing center where we plan to weigh its compressive strength, or the strength of the hollow block to be compressed until it breaks. After we got the results, it was found out that the 25% peanut pod ashes and 75% sand had the greatest compressive strength, meaning, putting a small amount of the peanut pod ashes unto the hollow block could improve its strength but of course, the results were still questionable due to the number of samples available for each. In our case, we only had one for each.
Researches are needed by everyone. A lot of researches are conducted here and there and one sample for it, are the stem cells. Researches are needed for the betterment of everyone's lives. A lot of people are needing advancements yet these researches for advancement can't be made possible without the help of ourselves. In the end, we, ourselves, are the ones who are helping our own selves. So, we must be proud that among all the creations, we are given the ability to think rationally and critically. Until then, Monsieur Aronnax.
A Mortiferous Mishap
Greetings, my dear friend. I presume that you have read my previous recollection entitled: "A Demented Feat" because if you haven't, then you I advise you to go back and read it first, for this is a continuation of a ghastly recollection. Now, where were we last time? Oh, I remember now. Was it the aftershock of the grim actions made by dear Courage to the girls of platoon Babaytan? Correct, isn't it? Now, let us continue then.
After a gruesome action was committed by the inconsiderate "Courage", all the girls where expressing their thoughts and feelings in relation to what they had experienced under the excruciating leadership of Courage. Three of the girls: April Mae, Jessa and Jezza was so fatigued that they were close to collapsing and some were crying their lungs out. What's worse is that one of the Babaytan girls, named Gayle, became once again the victim of the cunning thief of IV-Tan. They all shouted for Courage to go inside the classroom and explain his side of the story. As he went inside the classroom, rage and fury burst from all the girls of the platoon, Babaytan. Another unexpected happened, Jezza collapsed because she could not bear the pain she is experiencing and was rushed quickly to the infirmary. As the commotion grew into a turmoil, Courage suddenly shouted, "I DEMAND FOR RESPECT!" which shocked almost half of the people inside the room. For me, his wish can't be exercised because he himself could not respect his fellow classmates. If that's the case, how could his classmates pay respect to him? After such a boisterous discussion, everyone agreed to leave this matter for now and conduct an open forum on a Monday, for our CWTS period is only on a friday. We all left the campus both irate and overworn, swearing vengeance secretly against Courage.
As we walked down a gangway named Molave, a close friend of mine, AJ, joked about being crashed by a car. I laughed about it and I never expected it that I could be a victim of colliding with a huge jitney. After we rode a jitney from Ayala to "Highway", me and Aj went down the vehicle as it slowed down at the center of the road, never expecting that a jitney was speeding along the part where I was standing. I was bearing a huge smile when I was bumped by the jitney, i felt a piercing pain at the back part of my hips. It was painful, as if you were rammed at the back by a rhinoceros. The pain was indescribable, all my things actually flew right out of my hand and I was tossed forward and landed at my buttocks. I was glad not to have any injuries at all, only a scratch at both my elbows. I was queried by the guilty driver if I was all right and I said "yeh", my pride overpowering me, as I experienced the continuing pain at the back of my hips. I never imagined, even in the wildest of my dreams that I could collide with a thing as big as a school bus. After such a torturous event, I went home, still experiencing the pain that the crash had afflicted upon me, like a curse of a hag, only that this time, no spells were used against me. I went to bed and thanked God for giving me a second life this time, if not, then you won't be reading this recollection at all. Till next time, my friend. Monsieur Aornnax.
After a gruesome action was committed by the inconsiderate "Courage", all the girls where expressing their thoughts and feelings in relation to what they had experienced under the excruciating leadership of Courage. Three of the girls: April Mae, Jessa and Jezza was so fatigued that they were close to collapsing and some were crying their lungs out. What's worse is that one of the Babaytan girls, named Gayle, became once again the victim of the cunning thief of IV-Tan. They all shouted for Courage to go inside the classroom and explain his side of the story. As he went inside the classroom, rage and fury burst from all the girls of the platoon, Babaytan. Another unexpected happened, Jezza collapsed because she could not bear the pain she is experiencing and was rushed quickly to the infirmary. As the commotion grew into a turmoil, Courage suddenly shouted, "I DEMAND FOR RESPECT!" which shocked almost half of the people inside the room. For me, his wish can't be exercised because he himself could not respect his fellow classmates. If that's the case, how could his classmates pay respect to him? After such a boisterous discussion, everyone agreed to leave this matter for now and conduct an open forum on a Monday, for our CWTS period is only on a friday. We all left the campus both irate and overworn, swearing vengeance secretly against Courage.
As we walked down a gangway named Molave, a close friend of mine, AJ, joked about being crashed by a car. I laughed about it and I never expected it that I could be a victim of colliding with a huge jitney. After we rode a jitney from Ayala to "Highway", me and Aj went down the vehicle as it slowed down at the center of the road, never expecting that a jitney was speeding along the part where I was standing. I was bearing a huge smile when I was bumped by the jitney, i felt a piercing pain at the back part of my hips. It was painful, as if you were rammed at the back by a rhinoceros. The pain was indescribable, all my things actually flew right out of my hand and I was tossed forward and landed at my buttocks. I was glad not to have any injuries at all, only a scratch at both my elbows. I was queried by the guilty driver if I was all right and I said "yeh", my pride overpowering me, as I experienced the continuing pain at the back of my hips. I never imagined, even in the wildest of my dreams that I could collide with a thing as big as a school bus. After such a torturous event, I went home, still experiencing the pain that the crash had afflicted upon me, like a curse of a hag, only that this time, no spells were used against me. I went to bed and thanked God for giving me a second life this time, if not, then you won't be reading this recollection at all. Till next time, my friend. Monsieur Aornnax.
A Demented Feat
Dear reader, if you had look upon this entry by mistake, then you are quite ominous because you are about to read a pestilential recollection. These are just the baneful things you might come across in this recollection: a jitney, an aching back, a flock of girls crying and an implacable officer. So, before you might read this awful recollection, I recommend you to close this window abruptly and find something more worthwhile to read, say, a boring biography of a Nobel peace prize winner or an essay on "Global Warming".
It was a warm and humid March 9 when a lot of terrible things happened. Even though it was Kim's birthday, a classmate of mine, was not spared from the barbarous incidents that happened during that appalling day. Everyone never thought that this day will be one of the most controversial episodes that happened in the 4 years of the batch. It all started on an ardent CWTS period, where everyone was busy carrying chairs to and fro from the Benton and Palma rooms towards the Arts and Sciences building. After such a laborious task, each of the officers assigned to the platoons called out the members of the platoon to file in and report to them immediately. One officer, "Courage" (not his real name), was assigned to an all girls platoon, the platoon Babaytan. After some of the Babaytan members filed in to report, Courage happened to notice that all the girls were not complete, and saw that some of the girls of Babaytan that didn't filed in were just leisurely walking towards the area where all the platoons were placed. The girls didn't noticed that they were summoned by the officer so after about 30-40 counts, that was just the time that they noticed that they were being called upon by the officer, Courage. It was only after 51 counts when they were all in line and ready to report. It is in the CWTS's law that when the officer exceeds his/her counting after 15 counts, he/she would subtract 15 from the exceeded counts and let them do a punishment, may it be push-ups (for boys), bombers (for girls), knock your head (for both) or sit on the air (for both). In the case of Babaytan, they were given 36 bombers. Why? If your good in mathematics, then you can answer why: 51-15, remember? Isn't 41 bombers easy? It could be, if your not in a state where blood gushes out from your v_____ effortlessly or in other words, your having menstruation. The harsh part is, that Courage, even asked who was experiencing a tormenting menstruation that time. A lot of the girls raised their hands but surprisingly, he ignored it and continued giving them ALL 36 bombers, regardless if your having a troublesome menstruation or not. He doesn't care.
After such all the brutal action was exhibited, all the girls went back to the room and guess what happened? It was an outburst of emotions, it was like a fusion of hatred, madness, pain, sadness and sympathy. It was like you were trapped in a room full of souls, agonizing in pain, burning in the flames of hell. Do you think what happened after that terrifying clamor? Then you should be patient, for I am to narrate it in my next entry entitled: "A Mortiferous Mishap". Until we meet again, my good friend. Monsieur Aronnax.
It was a warm and humid March 9 when a lot of terrible things happened. Even though it was Kim's birthday, a classmate of mine, was not spared from the barbarous incidents that happened during that appalling day. Everyone never thought that this day will be one of the most controversial episodes that happened in the 4 years of the batch. It all started on an ardent CWTS period, where everyone was busy carrying chairs to and fro from the Benton and Palma rooms towards the Arts and Sciences building. After such a laborious task, each of the officers assigned to the platoons called out the members of the platoon to file in and report to them immediately. One officer, "Courage" (not his real name), was assigned to an all girls platoon, the platoon Babaytan. After some of the Babaytan members filed in to report, Courage happened to notice that all the girls were not complete, and saw that some of the girls of Babaytan that didn't filed in were just leisurely walking towards the area where all the platoons were placed. The girls didn't noticed that they were summoned by the officer so after about 30-40 counts, that was just the time that they noticed that they were being called upon by the officer, Courage. It was only after 51 counts when they were all in line and ready to report. It is in the CWTS's law that when the officer exceeds his/her counting after 15 counts, he/she would subtract 15 from the exceeded counts and let them do a punishment, may it be push-ups (for boys), bombers (for girls), knock your head (for both) or sit on the air (for both). In the case of Babaytan, they were given 36 bombers. Why? If your good in mathematics, then you can answer why: 51-15, remember? Isn't 41 bombers easy? It could be, if your not in a state where blood gushes out from your v_____ effortlessly or in other words, your having menstruation. The harsh part is, that Courage, even asked who was experiencing a tormenting menstruation that time. A lot of the girls raised their hands but surprisingly, he ignored it and continued giving them ALL 36 bombers, regardless if your having a troublesome menstruation or not. He doesn't care.
After such all the brutal action was exhibited, all the girls went back to the room and guess what happened? It was an outburst of emotions, it was like a fusion of hatred, madness, pain, sadness and sympathy. It was like you were trapped in a room full of souls, agonizing in pain, burning in the flames of hell. Do you think what happened after that terrifying clamor? Then you should be patient, for I am to narrate it in my next entry entitled: "A Mortiferous Mishap". Until we meet again, my good friend. Monsieur Aronnax.
Monday, March 26, 2007
A Bodacious Legacy
Dear reader, ever thought of how you could never be forgotten by your family and friends? If you had, how would you do it? Jump from a 50-storey skyscraper in front of your family and friends or submit yourself to a pack of hungry wolves? If that's the case, then you will be remembered as an idiot somebody who was tore apart from limb to limb. Be a Nobel peace prize winner or be a national hero? Or just be yourself and do nothing? If you have no answer to these tormenting questions, then I advise you to close this window and quickly turn off the computer, so that you won't be consumed and be devoured by your own thoughts, literally.
If you were to ask me, I want to be remembered as somebody who left high school that was true to himself and was never ashamed of his imperfections. I am a person who is so happy-go-lucky and optimistic, a proof that I am a very confident person. I am not and will never be pessimistic in any way because I am a person who brings laughter and gaiety and not doom or despair. I want my classmates to think of me as a person full of dignity and never gave up on problems, instead, just laughed it all away or in short, brave. I was never ashamed of what I am and I am proud of it. I am unique in some way and I know that my classmates do think so too. I want to prove to them that I am an individual that will leave footprints in their hearts and I hope I could do that, and if I could, I hope it would not wash away, like footprints in the sand. Someday, when a classmate would open our yearbook and arrive at my profile, I would like to see her smile and say to herself: "I will never remember this guy because he had proved himself that he is what he really is and because he had put a mark on my heart and that is the greatest gift he had given me, friendship".
Being remembered is a great achievement in life because everything that I had done is appreciated and recognized. It isn't only honor and prestige but also gratitude because those I have left behind are thankful because I became a part of their lives. I have been there with them through all the dark and lambent times and I myself am proud of that. Being remembered is a proof that you are existing and that you have left a rubric impression on them, your friends. Jumping off a 50-storey skyscraper isn't enough to be remembered because you can only be remembered not only just by putting yourself on front of posters and books but imprinting yourself on each and every one's heart that you had met and becamse friends with. Even though your face isn't on a statue or a pedestal, be proud that your sparkling self is engraved on the memories of each and every one. That is all, for I am quite lethargic right now. Monsieur Aronnax.
If you were to ask me, I want to be remembered as somebody who left high school that was true to himself and was never ashamed of his imperfections. I am a person who is so happy-go-lucky and optimistic, a proof that I am a very confident person. I am not and will never be pessimistic in any way because I am a person who brings laughter and gaiety and not doom or despair. I want my classmates to think of me as a person full of dignity and never gave up on problems, instead, just laughed it all away or in short, brave. I was never ashamed of what I am and I am proud of it. I am unique in some way and I know that my classmates do think so too. I want to prove to them that I am an individual that will leave footprints in their hearts and I hope I could do that, and if I could, I hope it would not wash away, like footprints in the sand. Someday, when a classmate would open our yearbook and arrive at my profile, I would like to see her smile and say to herself: "I will never remember this guy because he had proved himself that he is what he really is and because he had put a mark on my heart and that is the greatest gift he had given me, friendship".
Being remembered is a great achievement in life because everything that I had done is appreciated and recognized. It isn't only honor and prestige but also gratitude because those I have left behind are thankful because I became a part of their lives. I have been there with them through all the dark and lambent times and I myself am proud of that. Being remembered is a proof that you are existing and that you have left a rubric impression on them, your friends. Jumping off a 50-storey skyscraper isn't enough to be remembered because you can only be remembered not only just by putting yourself on front of posters and books but imprinting yourself on each and every one's heart that you had met and becamse friends with. Even though your face isn't on a statue or a pedestal, be proud that your sparkling self is engraved on the memories of each and every one. That is all, for I am quite lethargic right now. Monsieur Aronnax.
An Ulterior Affection
Dear reader, once again, we meet. Have you ever had a relationship with someone yet, there was someone who would never get out of your head? Ever felt the feeling of true love? If not, then you're so unfortunate as to not experiencing the feeling that only a feeling can explain. If your answer is a yes, then your life is quite fortunate. Having felt love and to love at the same time is a gift from God that could never taken from you, so treasure it as if it was your life but beware, the next paragraph is full of gloomy opinions. If you are courageous enough to read the next paragraph, then you are courageous just like a knight in front of a fire-breathing dragon, ready to fight for your life.
Loving someone is such a complicated task but what is more complicated is when you love two or more than that at the same time. What do you think about that? Isn't the girl just as stupid as a stegosaurus? For me, loving more than one isn't stupidity or foolishness, it is just an urge that even you could not stop it. Love is a simple word but its meaning is so intricate that it could be compared to a labyrinth, where a lot could go in but only few could ever go out. Some consumed by obsession or extreme love for someone.
The Look
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
In the poem "The Look" by Sara Teasdale ,the girl had a relationship with two guys, Strephon and Robin. Yet, what was confusing about it was that, she is actually falling in love with Colin, whom she does not even have a relationship with. Isn't that actually possible? Of course, love is unexpecting, it just sprouts out of nowhere, like a mushroom on a fallen, dead log. Love, is both deadly and vivacious. Deadly, as in literally, because a lot of persons that are excessively in love with another commit suicide because of some reasons that they could not accpet. Vivacious, on the other hand, because it is full of laughter and joy because love is a feeling that is beyond imagination. Being in love isn't a curse but a blessing because it is given to a few people who are worthy of receivng it. Love is unexplainable, even scholars nor scientists couldn't explain the behavior of love. Dictionaries could explain the word "love" but only those who are experiencing love could explain to us the real meaning of the word "love". We can't also judge those persons who fell in love at the wrong time, place and person because it is not their fault why they fell in love at the first place, they just simply met "love" along the way, an acquaintance, never knowing that "love" could be a part in their lives. Loving is being courageous because you have to have the courage the consequences of being in love because there are only two things that may happen to you: extreme happiness or a mournful death. This is all for now, till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
Loving someone is such a complicated task but what is more complicated is when you love two or more than that at the same time. What do you think about that? Isn't the girl just as stupid as a stegosaurus? For me, loving more than one isn't stupidity or foolishness, it is just an urge that even you could not stop it. Love is a simple word but its meaning is so intricate that it could be compared to a labyrinth, where a lot could go in but only few could ever go out. Some consumed by obsession or extreme love for someone.
The Look
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
-- Sara Teasdale
-- Sara Teasdale
In the poem "The Look" by Sara Teasdale ,the girl had a relationship with two guys, Strephon and Robin. Yet, what was confusing about it was that, she is actually falling in love with Colin, whom she does not even have a relationship with. Isn't that actually possible? Of course, love is unexpecting, it just sprouts out of nowhere, like a mushroom on a fallen, dead log. Love, is both deadly and vivacious. Deadly, as in literally, because a lot of persons that are excessively in love with another commit suicide because of some reasons that they could not accpet. Vivacious, on the other hand, because it is full of laughter and joy because love is a feeling that is beyond imagination. Being in love isn't a curse but a blessing because it is given to a few people who are worthy of receivng it. Love is unexplainable, even scholars nor scientists couldn't explain the behavior of love. Dictionaries could explain the word "love" but only those who are experiencing love could explain to us the real meaning of the word "love". We can't also judge those persons who fell in love at the wrong time, place and person because it is not their fault why they fell in love at the first place, they just simply met "love" along the way, an acquaintance, never knowing that "love" could be a part in their lives. Loving is being courageous because you have to have the courage the consequences of being in love because there are only two things that may happen to you: extreme happiness or a mournful death. This is all for now, till next time. Monsieur Aronnax.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
A Grandiose Evening (Part 2)
We meet again, my dear friend. I presume that you had read the first part of what I am going to continue to type down, right? If your answer is no, then go back and find the entry with the title: "A Grandiose Evening (Part 1)". If you can't seem to find it their there are only two reasons why: its either you are blind or you just lack skills in looking for it. Anyway, if you had read the first entry, then I'll continue from where we left off. Umm, where did we just left off? Oh yes, my idiotic self claiming the legacy of Bibliophilia, I suppose? Okay, brace yourself for we are to dive into my recollections once again.
Okay, to continue what I was talking about, I was there, standing up with a blank expression on my face, it was as if my inner self was left in my house. I was petrified on the ground with faces staring at me, waiting for me to move. It was after some microseconds when I awoke in my senses and I terrifyingly received the enclosed letter that was handed down to me by the Senior. After all the legacies were given, we were given a salutation and frankly, I felt that I was special and I have a special attribute in my self. We went back to our seats and I was congratulated by my friends at our table and the next activity presumed. It was the lighting of the significant candle at the center of our table. After such a glorious event, the giving of tributes followed. This activity is characterized by giving the graduating Seniors a thing that they could treasure for as long as they like, in the Juniors' case, potpourri. After a solemn event, we sang our song for the Seniors, which they enjoyed a lot. After the last activities were finished, including the promenade dance, one of our teacher announced that it was time for the disco and we all cheered, hearing the good news.
The disco started with a rather slow song, intended for all the lovers inside the ballroom. It was really silent, except for a few whispers from various persons who could not relate to the lovers. The following tracks were enjoyable and full of life so all the people inside the room danced their way to the middle of the room and spent their time shaking their hips and twisting their bodies as if they were twisted Bristle cone Pines. After several songs were played, some went back to their seats, exhausted and hungry. Some went back to the buffet table to grab some food. It was really fun due to the interaction between the Juniors and Seniors that night. Both the Junior and Seniors boys were having a showdown, where some crawled and tumbled. After such a exhausting activity, the event ended and all of us went home, enjoyed and satisfied, especially the Juniors because for twice in their lives they had and they will experience the same feeling again, the feeling of friendship and bonding between the two year levels but before I could be found out lamenting and whimpering because of the said event, I would end this and once again, thank you for reading this recollection. Monsieur Aronnax.
Okay, to continue what I was talking about, I was there, standing up with a blank expression on my face, it was as if my inner self was left in my house. I was petrified on the ground with faces staring at me, waiting for me to move. It was after some microseconds when I awoke in my senses and I terrifyingly received the enclosed letter that was handed down to me by the Senior. After all the legacies were given, we were given a salutation and frankly, I felt that I was special and I have a special attribute in my self. We went back to our seats and I was congratulated by my friends at our table and the next activity presumed. It was the lighting of the significant candle at the center of our table. After such a glorious event, the giving of tributes followed. This activity is characterized by giving the graduating Seniors a thing that they could treasure for as long as they like, in the Juniors' case, potpourri. After a solemn event, we sang our song for the Seniors, which they enjoyed a lot. After the last activities were finished, including the promenade dance, one of our teacher announced that it was time for the disco and we all cheered, hearing the good news.
The disco started with a rather slow song, intended for all the lovers inside the ballroom. It was really silent, except for a few whispers from various persons who could not relate to the lovers. The following tracks were enjoyable and full of life so all the people inside the room danced their way to the middle of the room and spent their time shaking their hips and twisting their bodies as if they were twisted Bristle cone Pines. After several songs were played, some went back to their seats, exhausted and hungry. Some went back to the buffet table to grab some food. It was really fun due to the interaction between the Juniors and Seniors that night. Both the Junior and Seniors boys were having a showdown, where some crawled and tumbled. After such a exhausting activity, the event ended and all of us went home, enjoyed and satisfied, especially the Juniors because for twice in their lives they had and they will experience the same feeling again, the feeling of friendship and bonding between the two year levels but before I could be found out lamenting and whimpering because of the said event, I would end this and once again, thank you for reading this recollection. Monsieur Aronnax.
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