27.12.05
at long last, i get to see my desktop computer again... after 10 long days! maybe there's really no place like home... :D i don't care if my father sets me to do troubleshooting tasks on the dvd up to the wee hours of the night, or if i'm forced by mommy to take a haircut before new year's eve... i'm just happy to be back... what's more is i get 300 pesos for doing my grandparent-sitting "chores"...
anyway, on the 29th we'll be heading to 15-degree celsius banawe for some seminars (yeah, i participate in such, don't ask) up to new year's day, and return maybe in time for the resumption of classes. by the way... when IS the resumption of classes?
all that said... happy new year to everyone... and an advanced happy birthday to miss camille joy lintag!!! sige, pakasaya kayo guys! miss ko na kayo! (",)
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24.12.05
hey! ho! howdy! happy holidays!
might as well forgive me for being too ecstatic, but i'm extremely overjoyed for now, about twenty minutes before the clock strikes 12... which means merry christmas to all of you!
maybe it's time to really speak up and return to my normal ways... i mean, three hours of internet surfing over seven days is a crime, right? anyway, the point is... i missed this thing. i haven't been away from my desktop computer this long before...
so, everybody's either outside participating in a mass or inside their houses preparing the noche buena. i'm one of those included in the latter, doing the annual text barrage, all through the very weak sun cellular signal.
andito nga pala ako sa napakaaliwalas na bahay ni lola't lolo, with my immediate family. the others returned to the provinces...
sixteen minutes to go, and we're merely waiting for gramps and granny to come back home from mass. i smell macaroni soup and roast chicken from the kitchen...
and then there comes another text message... hey, i recently found out that it's hard switching between two sim cards...
so that's it. a very merry christmas to you all, says me [and santa claus and fred flintstone in cartoon network...] i love you guys... (",)
*ten minutes left!!!*
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22.12.05
"o, anak, sige ha, magpakatino kang bata ha!"
mga huling katagang ibinigkas ni itay bago ako iwan na mag-isa na may dalang dalawang bag sa tapat ng isang berdeng pinutang bakal noong kinagabihan ng diysembre 17, taong 2005. aba eh, iiwan na nga lang ako dito, kung kausapin pa ako eh parang 7-year old ang kaharap. tignan mo nga naman mga magulang ko. hay...
ito ang siyang gumulong sa isipan ko habang pinilit na dalhin ang di naman gaanong kabigatan na mga bag papasok sa gate na iyon. sinalubong ng aking mga mata ang isang tanawin na, sa loob ng labintatlong taon, ay naging pamilyar na, mula sa de-sementong sahig nito na wala ni isang bakas ng pinturang bahid, sa mga pader at poste nitong yari sa kung anumang bato man yun, ang puntod ni ave maria na tila'y napabayaan sa isang sulok, ang puno ng langka na humaharang sa paningin ng batong puntod, ang mga santan na nakahilera sa may gilid ng pader, ang mga marmol na silya't lamesang baku-bako na ang paanan, ang mga bumbilyang nagpapaaliwalas sa diwa ng pasko tuwing gabi...
maligayang pagdating sa bahay ni lola... at lolo.
ito'y kagawian nang pinagagawa sa akin tuwing panahon ng kapaskuhan - pagbabakasyunin sa lugar, kasama ang iyong mga matatandang kamag-anak, aalagaan sila, papakinggan ang kanilang mga pilosopiya't pagdadada, pagtitiis sa kanilang mga bulyaw at sigaw. hindi sa ako'y mag-isa lang dito, na siya namang aking ikinatuwa nang sinalubong ako ng ilang mga pinsan ko... kahit papano'y may kasama ako sa aking pagdadalamhati, ah este, pagsasaya.
"magandang gabi po sa inyo..." ang siyang malamig kong bati sa aking mga... kasambahay. nariyan ang lolo, nakaupo sa sofa, abalang naglalaro ng solitaryo habang nanonood ng kung anu man yun sa TV. sa gilid niya'y nakaupo ang dalawang pinsan kong babaeng nanghihilot sa kanya, na maituturi ko nang spoiled - alam niyo naman ang mga matatanda ngayon eh, ibibigay lahat sa kanilang mga apong babae... sa kabilang dako'y nariyan ang lola, nakaupo sa rocking chair... dun siya nakaupo halos buong maghapon, ang sakit daw kasi ng katawan niya, may arthiritis yata... parito't pariyan naman ang dalawa kong mga "sanggol" na pinsan, na pinaglalaruan ng apat ng mga pinsang kong lalaki, na siya namang nagsitayuan nang dumating ako... para batukan at sabunutan... ay, joke lang, wala nga pala ako sa paaralan. haaay...
ewan ko ba, pero ayaw na ayaw kong nakikita ang lugar na ito. siguro nga kasalanan na di ako napalapit sa mga sa pamilya ko.... o kasalanan ko ba? hindi ko rin masasabi eh. basta ngayon, ganito na ako. mahal ko pa rin sila, oo... pero alam kong may distansya. nagpapakarebelde ba ako?
hay. pero dahil napadayo na ako dun, wala na akong magagawa kundi manatili...
pagdating ko doon, linapag ko yung mga gamit ko sa isang sulok, at nakiupo sa sahig kasama ng mga pinsan ko, at nanahimik habang nanonood... nang si lolo'y biglang bumulyaw -
"ano ba yan! bihira na nga lang kayo magkakasama, eh TV pa yang inaasikaso niyo! magkwentuhan kayo!"
hay nako. gaya ng lagi. hindi mo nga naman sila masisisi... may punto rin siya. kaso nga lang, alam naman nating ang mga matatanda hindi mapakali pag walang kausap, pag tahimik. kaya nga kami pinadala dun ng mga magulang namin eh, para aliwin sila. yun lang talaga. nakakainis, kaso ano bang magagawa ko?
kaya hayun. tumigil kami sa panonood... pero hindi rin kami nagusap-usap. lintik, di talaga kami malapit sa isa't isa. tapos kung mag-uusap man, eh ano namang topic, babae, porma, laro. di mo sila masisisi, ganun talaga buhay sa probinsya eh, bihira lang silang dumayo sa maynila. ano ginagawa namin? pagkagising, maghihilamos, magkakape, magbabasa ng diyaryo, pupunta sa plaza't maglalaro, uuwi, uutusan at sisigawan ng lolo o lola, manonood ng TV, kakain, maliligo, matutulog. ganun kasimple ang buhay pag sila kapiling mo. ganun kawalangkwenta. bwiset.
buti na lang may cellphone, may telepono, at may mga taong nakakaalala sayo, kahit papano. salamat sa inyo... tapos pagdating ng gabi, hindi ako makatulog. titingin sa relos, aba, alas-tres na. ganito ang buhay ng malayo sa desktop computer ko. buti nga hindi pa ako inaatake ng asthma eh.
naku, tinatamad na akong magkwento. walang pinatutunguhan ang buhay ko dito sa bahay ni lola't lolo. magandang hapon sa inyong lahat...
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20.12.05
[part2....]
"waw! may signal na rin ako sa wakas!" ang mga una kong iniwika noong umaga ng ika-10 ng disyembre, sa loob ng room 7, dormitoryo C ng svd postulancy sa divine word seminary, tagaytay. nakita ko na ako ang huling nagising sa mga nasa kwartong iyon, eh ako ba naman, patulugin mo ng 3:40 ng madaling araw, anong aasahan mo diba?
pero, ayun. pagkatapos maghilamos at magbihis ng matino'y dumeretso kami sa main seminary, kung saan gising na rin ang ilan sa mga kababaihan ng pangkat avogadro-4. sa daan na pinaaliwalas ng sinag ng araw ay kapansin-pansin ang busilak ng mga dilaw at pulang bulaklak...
panandalian lamang kaming nanatili sa seminaryo, pagkat panahon na para sa almusal pagdating namin doon. ang tanging nagawa lamang namin ay kumuha at magpakuha? ng mga litrato...
maya-maya'y tapos na ang almusal namin. dumiretso kami sa dormitoryo, kinuha ang mga gamit, pinagmasdan ang kwartong iyon, tinignan ng mabuti sa huling pagkakataon, at lumabas na, kasama ang mga damit at gamit...
habang ako'y nagmumuni-muni't nagiisip, may kumalabit sa akin - "gab, samahan mo ako pumitas ng mga bulaklak..." sabi nung kaklase ko, si domeng, na siya namang ikinagulat ko [at ikinatuwa na rin]... "sige... may bibigyan ka ba?" tanong ko sa kanya... at di niya na ako sinagot. naglakad na kami palabas at naglibot-libot... ayun, may dalawang sunflower sa ibabaw ng creek. pumitas kami, tig-isa... pero ano nga bang gagawin ko dito? ba't ko ba to kinuha?
maya-maya, naghanap ulit ako ng kasama, kasi nasa postulancy pa lang kami, eh malamang, lanta na yung dilaw na bulaklak. buti na lang si gerald, na nung isang gabi pang nangungulit tungkol dun sa mga sunflower na yun, wala pang nakukuha. naglakad-lakad kami... hanggang sa medyo napalayo na nga, pero may nakita kaming lugar na ubod ng dami ng sunflower... natuwa ako, pumitas pa ako ng tatlo... medyo nakonsensya nga ako, pinapatay ko yung bulaklak... pero di ko pa rin maintindihan, ano bang balak ko dito?
ayan, napa-isip na naman. kaya ang lungkot ng buhay ko eh... pero ano nga ba naman ang magagawa ko? ganun talaga. nung nakarating kami sa seminaryo, nawawala na yung dalawa dun sa mga bulaklak... malas nga naman... pero ayos lang. bumisita kami dun sa room ng mga babae, pwede na kasi, since pauwi na rin... nung naglalakad-lakad ako nalaglag yung isang bulaklak, natanggalan ng tatlong petals. aba eh, sa sobrang gulo ng isip ko, pinitas ko na yung iba pang petals, kinalbo yung bulaklak... at itinapon ito sa harap ng maraming tao. hay.
ayoko na. di ko na kaya... saka na lang ulit yung katuloy. *sigh.* basta, nakauwi rin kami. yun lang.
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17.12.05
[editor's note: this came in way too late... apologies...]
december 9, friday morning. a big pack of fourth years at the covered court started trooping toward the school gates and to their respective buses - half of them wearing their jackets.
maybe it was all excitement, because the tagaytay weather accounted for a 19-degree celsius mark. but basically we were heading to the divine word seminary in tagaytay city via a two-hour trip... for our overnight retreat. and as usual, the road trip span was the best of times... i sat beside the isle once more, thus my food supplies were heavily depleted after an hour.
upon arriving there, we were went straight to the aula magna (with our jackets on), somewhat similar to our very own conference hall, except that it had no bust of the founding father of the institution, arnold janssen (a german), and that it was bigger.
then a guy introduced the organization and the place to the 190 students in the hall, gave a bit of history stuff and lecture, and then went to the more important details (read: schedules and room assignments).
because there were three different places to stay at, the whole batch had to be divided into three... which is where the zone president takes over and [unfairly] assigns the dormitory places, putting 50 boys at the svd postulancy... no hard feelings, my friend, it only seemed like that, but your decisions were not bad, really, you were just doing your job.
so we were transferred to the svd postulancy, a place where parents go for counseling about their families. only three were allowed per room... by the way, as of those moments, a brownout had just ensued. we were led to dorm c, a place with thirteen rooms and one bathroom, enough to accomodate thirty-nine persons. not far from it is a mini-grotto and a gazebo with a punching bag at one of its sides. room no. 7 was just small, containing no lock, one fan, one lightbulb, two closets, two beds merged into one, three pillows and blankets, four hangers, one table and chair, and a piece of tape stuck to the wall saying, "ang pogi ko diba?". me, gerald, and noel picked it because it was just facing domeng, adam, and owen's room 10.
before exploring the outside of the dorm, i took a stroll at the corridors of dorm c, and noticed that yes, there were thirteen bedrooms, but where's room 13? room 14 was at the far end; opposite it was room 12. thus it led us to the conclusion that seminarists believe in numerology.
a bell rang, so we headed to the postulancy dining hall. after a brief prayer and orientation, we helped ourselves to fried chicken and pasta and a cloud 9 bar while wondering whether our classmates were eating the same stuff. but mind you, food at the seminary is good. real good...
by 1:30 we've climbed back up to the main seminary, as we were about to have our first session, to the tune of "making melodies in my heart". then the woman speaker at front introduced us to a prayer dance, known as the "blossom dance", named for its depiction of a flower's life. after that was a session break... and that was just the introductory phase. we walked back downhill to the postulancy, where we had pansit and skyflakes and coffee.
before the trip we were reminded not to bring playing cards, and told that cellphones and food would be kept and stored in a special room until the end of the retreat. the first rule was violated, and the last two weren't implemented in anyway. in room 10 we silently played pusoy dos and ate hi-ro biscuits, before being called again to return to the seminary by 4:30.
we made our way into the aula magna once more, only to find out that the staff was fixing sound system problems, causing a lengthly two-hour delay. there were also swarms of mosquitoes in the area. we were sent to another room, where the session finally started, just in time with the 6 pm angelus, signaled by 15 or so ding-dongs...
the priest, fr. yap (the only one i saw in the customary uniform) did a bit of explaining on the purpose of the event, and then touched on a few topics about shaky student personalities and the like. some broke down into tears after his speech, some were quietly unnerved.
but some probably were thinking about dinner, because it was 7 in the evening, and it was dark on the road back to the postulancy. the trip was rewarding, however, as hot chicken soup awaited us on the tables... all followed by *gasp* another trip uphill to the session hall.
fr. yap was there when we returned. he started talking about relationships, focusing on "the five most important persons in our lives," and this quote: "hindi ang problema ang problema, ang problema ay ang nagdadala." then he made us go through one last activity...
"this requires a bit of maturity..." he stated. "if you don't want to proceed with this activity we can go on with the eucharistic mass..." but everyone wanted to continue...
first, he instructed us to relax... from the feet, to the legs, to the upper body... "and prepare to enter the world of imaginations.... imagine that, kakatapos lang ng retreat... masayang-masaya kayong lahat, at pauwi na kayo... hanggang sa pagdating niyo sa sm..."
my body was starting to tingle due to the numbness by then... "pagdating niyo sa sm, naglalakad na kayo pauwi... nakasalubong mo yung tito mo..." the numb feeling now seemed to possess electric sparks... like i was expecting something... "sabi sayo ng tito mo, si no. 5, patay na..."
beside me i heard some sort of groan... the priest continued torturing each and every person's mind... i imagined that a nearby candy shop saleslady told me no. 4 was dead, a friend informed me about no. 3's fate, my brother said no. 2 died, and upon arriving home, saw the coffin of no. 1... by these times someone was somewhat travailing, someone was banging real hard on her seat, and almost everyone was crying...
except for me, the one beside me, and a few more persons... you might say it's because i was not touched by the speech, or i was a very numb, rational and emotionless person, yada-yada... but i didn't find a reason to cry, but five reasons not to cry, during the imagination span:
1. he presented a very hypothetical case... God loves us all, and i believe he won't allow such disaster to happen...
2. i'm not supposed to cry until i finish high school...
3. i started to think that he was somewhat instilling fear in the students' minds to realize that they love those 5 persons...
4. he himself stated that "it requires a bit of maturity", and i did summon just that...
5. finally, i thought that, "it will happen when it happens, and that's the time i'll start crying..."
behind all that reasoning, i comforted my friends when the priest told us so... while some of the teachers were giving out letters from the students' parents... anyway, i didn't get one, which doesn't really make a difference, because i perfectly know what my parents want to tell me... (",)
and that was the night. after the catholic mass (i and some of my friends stayed outside) we went back to the postulancy... that was about 11:30, and i remember saying earlier that there were no lights down the road... however we got through safely.
then was the time for our midnight shower... hindered by this cute little pup which chewed on my khakis, leaving a small patched hole there, the ever-present reminder of the previous events...
at the shower room, about 5 people were shouting about... "syet ang lamig ng tubig! ba't di gumagana yung heater? tol pahiram naman ng sabon at shampoo!" and all that. i tried the water... and gosh, it was that cold, colder than the tagaytay air... after getting accustomed to the cold, i stayed about seven more minutes in the shower before getting out...
then i went back to the room, where i found my friends and roommates eating tortillos and playing pusoy dos - again. after a few rounds, when the silent ennui started operating, we took a stroll outside the gates of the postulancy grounds, and returned shortly afterwards (conscience-wise or fear? dunno), finally settling in the punching bag-equipped gazebo... that was me, gerald, adam, and domeng. [owen and noel slept early...]
hmmm... as i started kicking the bag, the others started talking about... er, things, what else? some would call it a boys' talk, but it was probably something... deeper, i suppose. the discussion continued even after ma'am awitan instructed us to return to our rooms... it was that lengthly, yet a bit intellectual and greatly confidential. we finally hit the sack by three-thirty.
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16.12.05
bakasyon. unang araw. ika-16 ng disyembre.
di ko pa feel... sobrang aga ng gising ko, lalabas pa kasi, pupunta sa dentista, tapos maggrocery pa... partida may lagnat pa yan... pero salamat na lang rin, buhay pa ako...
mas malala pa diyan, ngayon lang nag-sink ang mga pangyayari nung masaklap na christmas party kahapon... hindi ako mapakali... kahihiyan nga naman talaga yun diba?
hay lintik. anong klaseng pasko ba ang hahantungan ko? wala pa rin akong ganang kumain... tapos papatungan pa ng mga di kilalang nilalang, na wala naman akong pakialam... sumasakit lang ulo ko lalo...
pero sino nga ba naman ako para mang-away diba? siguro naman sasaya rin ang pasko ko. sana lang talaga.
oo, gaya ng sabi ni kapitan toringgoy, magpakasaya na lang tayong lahat, diba?
maligayang pasko sa inyong lahat... at manigong bagong taon? wahaha. (",)
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8:30 ng umaga, huwebes, ika-15 ng disyembre. araw ng huling christmas party ng mga fourth years sa quesci.
9 magsisimula yung party samen. pero, syet, ang sakit ng ulo ko. kagabi pa ito... tapos hindi pa ako nakakagawa ng sulat para sa avo... mapapatawad naman siguro ako ng mga tao diba...
kaya hayan, sige, sulat, pagkatapos i-print, naligo, nagbihis, kumuha ng matinong jacket at umalis ng bahay. di ko naman inaasahang ganun yung mangyayari sa classroom pagkarating ko.
oo, 11:30 na ako dumating. pero, mali ba yung intensyon ko? basta, nakakabadtrip. sorry dun sa mga taong naapektuhan, lalo na kay ma'am villar. hay. pero mula nun di na gumanda araw ko. oo, siguro may mga onting kasiyahan at katuwaan, pero hindi ko talaga na-feel na masaya ako.
tapos bigayan pa nung report cards... boom, 88 ako sa research. bumaba sa lahat ng asignatura. akala ko iiyak na ako. naramdaman kong uminit lalo yung katawan ko. at oo nga pala, hindi pa ako kumakain. nakakawalang gana.
kinailangan bang magpatong-patong lahat ng yun sa isang araw, na gaya ng sabi niyo, dapat memorable at masaya... pero hindi eh. sira na araw ko, ang sakit pa ng ulo ko, nagugutom pa ako. pasensya na.
maligayang pasko na lang sa inyong lahat... pakasaya kayo sa mga bakasyon nyo. eto nga pala yung letter...
minamahal kong mga katoto, kaklase, kabarkada, kapamilya, kapuso, kaibigan…
hay, pasensya na kung late na naman ako… sobrang tinamad akong gumising ng maaga, pagod nung isang araw, puyat pa… tapos naubusan pa ako ng pera, hindi ako nakabili ng regalo para sa inyong lahat, sorry talaga…
pero gaya nga ng sabi nung isa sa wishlist niya, hindi naman mga regalo ang mahalaga sa pagdating ng pasko, pero yung pagmamahal na ipinaparamdam natin para sa isa’t isa… at kayo na rin mismo ang nagsabi na kung may ibibigay man, kahit ano pa yan, basta ba galing sa puso, ayos na.
kaya bilang pasasalamat sa inyong lahat, dito na lang ako babawi, sa isang liham na linakipan ng pagmamahal… pagpasensyahan niyo na talaga ha…
waw, december 15 na… huling christmas party sa ika-apat at ika-huling taon natin sa quesci… kay bilis talaga ng panahon noh? naaalala ko pa yung first day, medyo grupo-grupo pa tayo nun, yung mga bec at curie 3 nga eh, nahihiya pang pumasok sa sarili nilang homeroom, yung isa nga eh, ayaw yatang maging avo nun, nagpapalipat pa sa bec… haha… tapos parang may tensyon pa nga sa pagitan ng isa’t isa, yung nagpapakiramdaman pa, alam niyo na yung ibig sabihin ko…
hay, tapos sari-saring mga pangyayari ang nagdaan, tulad na lang nung filipino week, yung unang pagkakataon na magsasama-sama ang avo-4 sa isang pagtatanghal… tapos yung time na sinermonan tayo ng pagkatagal-tagal ni ma’am erpelo tungkol sa pakikitungo natin sa kapwa avo natin…
siguro pagkatapos nun, dun lang talaga tayo nagsikap bilang avo-4 sa kabuuan… feel ko lang… naalala niyo pa naman yung mga open forums natin, yung mga panahon na pawang mas malakas pa tayo sa casino filipino kung "mag-sugal"… yung mga sinubukan nating gawin para mapalapit sa isa’t isa, ano nga pala yun? yung sabay-sabay tayo lahat kakain, yung mga "good deeds"… siguro hindi nga naipasaptupad yung mga ganung "panukala", pero may foundation na ang avo-4 nun, noon pa lang…
meron pa yung family day natin, yung mga pagkain at "awards" at kung ano pang pa-ek-ek dyan… (onga pala, wala ako nun noh?) uhm… onga pala, pano ba mawawala sa isip nating lahat yung espanyol na si sir justin? (joke lang… yata...) tsaka yung field trip… tapos dumating ang science week, at si "astromon voyanazar" na sobrang nag-cram ang lahat, na kinarir natin ng todo… nag-first pa tayo… diba sobrang saya natin nun? hehe…
at ano nga pala yung pinakalatest na nangyari na hanggang ngayon nakatatak pa rin sa mga isip natin (tama ba?)… yung "nag-second" tayo sa carolfest? nung pinakita natin sa buong quesci na marunong tayong kumanta sa german at latin, at nung nadisqualify tayo dahil sa napakatalentado nating mga bata?
at andyan pa yung mga maliliit na bagay… yung pagtatatag ng "cooperative learning" sa tuwing magkakaron ng summative sa ap at mga problem set sa math? yung sangkatutak na litrato na ipinakuha natin kay kuya raymond(?) nung field trip? eh yung mga libreng french fries at sorbets na nakain niyo, nung mga panahong sobrang depressed tayo? yung mga kris kringle na pinagkaabalahan nating lahat (except dun sa mga hindi nagbigay… tamaan sana kayo!)?
oo, sobrang dami pa ng mga nagdaan, tapos ngayon huling araw na natin magkikita bilang isang klase sa taong 2005… [syet, naiiyak na ako… hahaha… joke lang…] medyo nakakalungkot nga lang, kasi ako, personally, napakarami ko pang gustong sabihin at gawin, pero more than three months na lang… sabi nga ni miles, ang hirap talaga ng pa-graduate na…
hay, salamat sa inyong lahat… sa totoo lang, eto yung pinakamasayang taon ko sa quesci, so far… at dahil yun sa inyong lahat… salamat talaga... [ang drama ko ba?] nauubusan na ako ng sasabihin… ano pa ba? sige na nga, iisa-isahin ko na lamang kayo… sorry nga rin pala hindi ko kinayang gumawa ng tag-isang letter para sa inyong lahat…
hazel b… mamimiss ko yung panggugulo ko sa hair mo… waha… sobrang salamat sa lahat-lahat… at wala pa akong payong! hehehe… marella… hindi ko na alam kung sinong kakambal mo, si nice ba o si gelynne… at ayusin mo naman sana yung blog mo… hehe… namimiss ko na yung pag-ikot-ikot natin sa soccerfield… krizia… ang reyna ng pangingge… pero di ka na yata naglalaro ah… ay ewan… haha… anna cee… former seatmate ko na ubod ng drama… congratz nga pala sayo at sa mga kagrupo mo… salamat sa pakikiramay sa napakalungkot kong buhay, at sa pag-offer ng payong… arvie… isang super-committed na pangulo ng avo-4… mahilig magwalis ng classroom… salamat nga pala’t naappreciate mo yung gift ko sayo…
ruffa… lider naming sa math groupings… nagulat ako sayo dun sa binigay mo saken nung kris kringle… napakagalanteng bata… at napakabait din… salamat po… isadelle… napakatahimik na bata… sana mag-ingay ka naman kahit minsan… jamie… sana tumangkad ka ngayong bakasyon… hehehe… at maayos na rin ang hindi maayos-ayos mong buhok… at tigilan mo na yung drama sa blog mo! bwahaha… miles! sister dearest… saka na yung regalo ko sayo, naubusan ako ng pera, pasensya na… mag-update ka na ng blog mo, inaagnas nay un… matanong nga kita, sino na ba talaga? ang labo mo eh… haha… joke lang… labshu sis… carol… ang seatmate ko na may armalite… at mukhang pumapalit na kay kring-kring sa trono ng panginggera… pero ubod rin ng sipag, napakahusay mo! haha, pagpatuloy mo lang yan…
maikka… sana pumapasok ka ng at least four times a week! sobrang miss ka na po namin! hanggang ym ka na lang naming nakakausap… huhu… eileen… sino na si green? waha, sige ka, hanggang graduation kita kukulitin… coke float ko nga pala ha… jessica… ubod ng sipag na babae… di pa rin nagbabago… di joke lang, ayos lang yan… ipagpatuloy mo nawa ang mabuting gawi… anna l… sorry di ko mabibigay sayo yung bunny sa blue magic na hinihingi mo saken, wala na akong pera… hehehe… saka na lang ulet… cj… ang sobrang healthy kong seatmate… magpataba ka na, para sumaya-saya ka naman… hehe… ay hind, sabay na lang tayo magpataba… advanced happy birthday nga pala sayo… wahaha…
dina… nasa ulan ka pa rin ba? magpatuyo ka na kaya, kung ako sayo… o kaya maghanap ka na ng payong… wahaha… salamat sa pagtitiis saken pag kinukulit kita sa ym… gelynne… ang isa sa mga kambal ni marella… napakabibbong bata… hyperactive… mahusay rin magconduct… pakasaya ka na po sana dun sa fafa mo… waha… abi-abi… salamat-salamat-salamat talaga sa lahat… sa pakikinig sa mga walang kwenta kong pinagsasasabi… ayusin mo na nga rin pala ang hair mo na instant-ayos kuno… peace tayo… haha… clara… ang babaeng walang pahinga… yak… basta matulog ka naman… mahal na mahal ka naman nun ehh, hintayin mo lang siya… diba domeng? natnat… isa ka pa, magpakasaya ka naman sa buhay mo, kalimutan mo na yung student teacher nay un… hehehe…
nice… sorry di ko mabibigay sayo yung naipangako kong balloons… sorry talaga… at sobrang salamat… kahit na nai-issue na tayo dati di ka pa rin lumayo saken… wahahaha… labshu sobra… kamusta mo na lang ako sa mga boylets mo… monica… nagulat talaga ako dun sa swiss knife… salamat sobra… astig ka talaga… hehehe… kacie… pasensya ka na kung wala na akong ginawa kundi asarin ka… ganyan lang talaga ako magmahal… nyak! joke lang, joke lang. wahaha… dana… di ko alam kung baket mo gusto ng curly hair, feel ko di bagay sayo, magmumukha kang lalaki… at oo nga pala, bagay talaga kayo ni ano… wahaha… peace tayo ah… julia… sana ngayong pasko makatanggap ka ng bagong brief… nyahaha, joke lang po!
cleo… medyo mukhang stressed ka rin… makatulog ka sana ngayong bakasyon ng mahimbing at mahaba-haba… hintayin natin yung hp5 na movie… wahaha… kim… akala ko talaga nung una mataray ka, hindi pala… ay hindi, mataray ka pala talaga… peace po! hazel v… nabasa ko lahat ng nasa blog mo… sana sumaya-saya ka na rin… hehehe… klimutan mo na po yung research… noel… sayang hindi ka nakasama nung carolfest… masyado ka kasing committed kay pebs at sa journ eh… pero ayos lang yun… jay… ikaw yung huli kong naaalala na may hawak ng payong ko… wahaha… joke lang… ang galing mo palang tenor… hehehe…
ronnie… bagay talaga kayo nun. wahaha. joke lang! basta di ko kasalanan na kumalat yung issue na yan. kevin… wala ka pa ring ilong. ano ba yan. hahaha… pansin ko ang sipag mo na ngayong mag-aral. good luck na lang… adam… sana naaalala mo pa yung napag-usapan natin noong retreat… hahaha… quiet ka lang ahh… ronald… hindi naman bertdey ni nice ah… pero ang ganda na rin ng idea mo, sige na nga… sana magbati na kayo nung isa pang rj… pasko na naman eh… angelo… angel? hay ewan. ano bang nakain mo’t napakahusay mo na sa math, eh nung first year magka-level lang tayo? wahaha. joke lang po talaga!!!
gerald… kalimutan mo na si ma’am erpelo at yung babaeng taga-pisay... ang ganda-ganda ni ehl-ehy eh… wahaha… at onga pala, nabubulok na blog mo… update naman!... jason, ba’t napaaga punta niyo ng vietnam? tsk… nasan na sapatos ko? wahaha… onga pala, wala ka nang pag-asa kay vg, akin na yun… hahaha. joke lang… owen… toki… sa sobrang magbesprend niyo, iisa lang tanong ko… sino na ba? labo nyo kasi eh, pareho kayo ah… haha, joke lang… domeng… make a move na… ang isang tao’y hindi kayang maghintay ng buong buhay niya… wahaha…
ma’am villar… thank you po sa laging pagpapaalala sa akin na magsikap sa pinoy, kahit hindi ko talaga kaya… salamat rin po sa walang sawang pagsaway niyo sa amin, naiintindihan rin naman po namin kayo ehh…
hayan, natapos ko na rin! di pala ganun kadaling gumawa ng sulat. hmmp. senxa na walang kwenta mga pinagsasasabi ko… maligayang pasko sa inyong lahat… pakasaya kayo ngayong bakasyon… mamimiss ko kayo… god bless sa inyong lahat… mahal na mahal ko kayo, avo-4... (",)(.")(",)
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12.12.05
at long last, i've recovered from my previous entry. i'm not supposed to be evil, right? and so should you. but you should know what we tried to do about it...
after that disastrous tuesday afternoon misfortune, we went straight up to the fourth floor and apparently conceded to defeat through prayer. i was wrong, because after letting go of interlocked hands... aw, man, forget it. half the class were down in tears, a few were venting their frustrations on the blackboard, and all of us were clamoring for vindication and justice. *wow.*
meanwhile, i was pondering about having ice cream, when i met two of my classmates, both sporting unhappy looks. a light bulb flickered to life inside my psyche...
"oy! gusto niyo ng ice cream?" i shouted at the twosome.
they, at an instant, agreed. i was thinking whether to continue with this good deed, when two more. i offered them the former, and i got the same response. with a light heart, i gave away seven more... maybe i was just trying to make them happy, or what, but it gave me a very nice feeling...
then the group went to mcdo, where a pack of classmates were silently and sadly munching fries and sundaes. we joined them and engaged in a long discussion regarding the past few hours' events. then a french fries-barrage ensued, followed by a heartwarming signature parade. this is avogadro-four we're talking about, ladies and gentlemen...
the next day, becquerel-4 ran away as carolfest champions (congrats!) and darwin-4 ended up third (congrats too!). all the fourth-year presentations were exceptionally excellent... forgive me for being biased, by the way.
errr... now what?
uhmm.. did you know that i was once a chubby, cute, and adorable boy? NO? hey, that's an insult. for your information, yes i was... once.
when i came out of my mother's womb, i weighed 6.6 pounds. by the age of two, i had a well-rounded face and physique. age four? i looked like someone who's feeding an alien entity inside me.
so what did happen? mommy and nanny started spoonfeeding the well-rounded person. the round boy almost nearly forgot how to eat on his own... by age four.
thus, the deterioration process. maybe it was all part of the so-called growth gap, from age 4-10... coupled with regular and severe bouts against asthma... age nine, i was confined half a month for pneumonia and tuberculosis.
since then i lost my enthusiasm for eating a lot, and my metabolism rate zoomed sky-high.... and, voila! the present-day gabriel. the only memoirs of my glorious days are a few photo albums...
i've shown some of these photos to my classmates, and they ended up wondering if i am really human. (",)
moving on, you might know that the two following days were regular class days, except for a few highlights, like a math group game, impersonations in filipino, a math long test and a late-night economics make-up debate.
that same night i went with my mom to the grocery to by stuff for the "upcoming" retreat. a belated happy birthday to miss inah mae s. vinluan... (",)
since i'm out of words, a joyous yuletide campaign to all of you... yeah, campaign, which reminds me; i'd like to add to my wishlist a mini-LED laserlight, a sports jacket, and a small bag which could contain my lunch box, wallet, cellphone, a notebook, and three ballpens. ho-ho-ho...
up next: retreat (",)
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10.12.05
but... "beforehand, i would like to state the guidelines for this competition..." said a bespectacled science teacher-judge. those words (not she herself) earned unexplicable silence. several avogadro students exchanged nervous glances...
"a violation of any of these rules would grant an automatic disqualification for the group."
"the choir is supposed to sing two christmas carols, one each in english and filipino. medleys are not allowed, and so are plus-one tapes used in presentations. expensive attires are discouraged."
maybe i've never written anything in this site about sharp, newly-flinted daggers. i strongly feel that now is the right time... three daggers, for starters:
we were not aware of these freakin' guidelines. no one mentioned to us anything about these... they never said anything about using english and filipino only for the songs.
it is not our responsibility to find out what these guidelines are, but it is their obligation to tell us the rules, and tell us way before the contest proper! they're teachers, don't they know that?
moreover, it is our right to know and understand fully what amendments were made even before the students started planning for the event. goodness, they've been holding carolfests for already a long time, so won't it be natural if we students assume that there's nothing new about it?
yeah, right. contests are not about winning. but it's not about losing, too! how much more if your presentation was merely an unannounced intermission number, and all the time you were thinking about winning, or not losing, when you're not really part of the contest after all? hey, image is everything!
so, is it our fault that you feel so insecure, that you don't understand german, and that we do have a gist of what is it about? hell, no! we could've won a protest in such cases. we know we're right.
anyway, what do we get for our hardwork, provided that these new established rules will be, again, strictly implemented?
a full-merit automatic disqualification, special thanks to our music adviser for . a major drop-off from possibly the top 3, to bust. and maybe for added bonuses, invisible stickers at every avogadro student's back, saying "me sore loser."
i repeat: image is everything. you teachers look to us as role models to our colleagues. be real frank and honest, guys... why do we suddenly turn out to be overconfident, underachieving grade-crazy students who have certain knacks for straying from rules?
we're greatly distressed, because we feel like we intentionally stabbed daggers into our backs and slashed our vulnerable throats into oblivion, and we, as talented, capable, sensible and intelligent students, know that it's crazily hypothetical that we'd ever do such.
you teachers talk about justice and fair play and good attitude. now, whaddya think? thank you for being so gracious by placing us fifth, by the way.
the bottom line? maybe next time, if ever there's one, we shouldn't be joining relatively talent-hindering, capability-undermining, sensibility-stupefying and intelligence-ridiculing competitions organized by
lowly, incompetent, blundering and sickening morality-disoriented educators. how disgusting.
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silence. on stage... in front of four teachers, three who had their pens down... and facing the rest of the school, intently waiting for the first note... our first note.
tap. tap. tap.
O Fortune, just as the moon...
You vary your state;
Always increasing, or decreasing...
The detestable life.
O Fortuna... velut Luna...
Statu variabilis;
Semper crescis... aut decrescis...
Vita detestabilis!!!
once more, silence. now... smile! gestured the conductress. she then signaled with her hands, one, two, three...
Joy thou spark from flame immortal,
Daughter of Elysium;
Drunk with fire, o heav'n born goddess,
We invade thy holidom!
a look at the judges: now all four had their arms rested on the table; three put their chins on their palms and their elbows on wood.
Let thy magic bring together,
All whom earth-born laws divide;
All Mankind shall be as brothers,
'Neath thy tender wings and wide!
never mind the judges, but, just look! to the crowd, we're suddenly some objects of interest.
Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein snafter Flügel weilt!
sorry, but I got it wrong; the judges really are the ones to reckon with. basing on their facial expressions...
padum, padum! pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa...
things are not looking good, despite our greater-than-expected-so-far presentation. but, why?
heto na naman yung masayang panahon,
ubas at mansanas na kahon-kahon
said na ang bulsa, pagod pa ang paa
kakahanap ng regalong mura't maganda
heto na naman yung ganitong panahon,
kung 'di kalendaryo ay maalat na hamon
wala na bang iba, fruit cake na luma
exchange gift na diary, chocolate at sabon
mabilis kayo, mouthed the first and leftmost judge. I nearly shook my head in disbelief... something really was wrong, besides the tempo, because we were able to adapt quickly to it...
wala na ba kundi panandaliang saya,
wala na ba kundi ako, ikaw at siya?
nalilimutan natin kung bakit may pasko
isang nagmamahal na Diyos ang sinilang sa mundo!
ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding...
hmm... the judge was right; we were going too fast...
maligayang pasko... maligayang pasko...
shit, i whispered unenthusiastically. we faltered at the end of an otherwise brilliant performance...
...sa inyo!
everyone of us were scratching and shaking our heads in disbelief during our post-chorale
discussion. each had their faults; and surprisingly, to us, it was somehow acceptable.
hayaan niyo na... that seemed to work it out for everyone, until after all seven sections presented, and the results were on the desk waiting to be announced...
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7.12.05
monday, tuesday.
one might think one simply follows the other, but i'd say that is not the case.
the truth is, monday is the exact opposite of tuesday. or maybe that's the case for this week.
let's put it this way... nothing happened in monday, but at least i'm happy. and seemingly, everybody was...
but, alas! here come tuesday. a big event took place... the last major event for the year '05, and how do i feel thereafter? plain sick 'n tired... oh crap!!!
hmmm... maybe something did take place last monday, like the last flag ceremony for the year, part of that the re-institution of the haircut rule for boys, a filipino long test, the coming-out of "voyz avenue", and the practice-for-polishing of different sections for their respective chorale presentations.
but, likewise said earlier, no untoward incident, no major and direct concussions (but there was a second year boy reported to be under coma, God lay His hands on him)... no unlikely event whatsoever. you get the point, right?
tuesday? tension. stress. near-breakdowns. christmas carols, all through happy tunes, and merry tidings, but it makes one think, what are we supposed to be merry of?
some try to find it in the songs, hoping to gain success, but in the end they find out that they weren't really given the chance to succed... they were just a fill-in, a mere intermission number, a group who will be rejected the moment they reach the first note, or say their first word...
and everyone you tell about the misfortune will wave you off and just say...
silenzio! por favor.
which is definitely not the right thing to do. forgive me, but i'll stuff all the words in the next entry. it's just too much, for now.
maybe later, a couple of fellow classmate bloggers will voice out how they feel, and believe me... there's no difference between my opinion and theirs.
did i hear anyone say technicality? shush... trash.
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6.12.05
finally. my first ever official wishlist, an idiot's guide to what to give to me for kris kringles and the likes.
beforehand, i'd like to give a few, uh, er... guidelines. (and forget the idiot line...)
1. the list is ranked in descending order; the least desired first, and it goes progressively...
2. a 7-to-10 word description will be found beside the item, maybe it would help...
3. i know some of these are plainly unattainable... so plese bear with me!
4. all the items that i will not acquire after the yuletide celebrations will be carried over to graduation, then to my 17th birthday, and to next christmas...
so here it goes:
year-long yogurt supply... i'm starting to crave for breakfast.
additional weight... see above; that's the culprit, see...
alarm clock... abolish the latecomer moniker! go for early bird!
parker pen refill... so i can use my own parker pen.
new password... tired of her 9-letter irc chatnick.
new blog layout... way too sad and feministic for an optimist...
handfan... desired since first day at qcshs' covered court
hard, cold cash... 50 dollars minimum, ok? kidding...
sets of clothes... everyone's sick of me wearing oversized polos.
journal subscriptions... time, newsweek, and reader's digest, for that matter.
literature... see lewis, brown, snoopy, calvin and hobbes, garfield
nike baller... though anklets and braclets would work out fine...
head visor... a blue one, perhaps? if not, garter headbands would do...
running shoes... rubber, of course; rather have flats than bulky stuff.
sandals... slippers are acceptable, but something usable 'till college is nice
motor scooter... i love small (and cheap?) modes of transport.
student driver's license... am i too young to drive?
ipod... or maybe, discman and cd collections?
digicam... twenty-or-so pictures, four years. nuff' said.
basketball equipment... half-court, official size and height, spalding balls, fiber glass.
cellphone... need another one for my smart sim, now neglected.
two new computers... 2.8 Ghz, 200 GB, 384 kbps, freecell programs for adults.
swiss army knife... 10-20 valuable functions, respectable durability.
silver-framed glasses... with new scratch-free and high grade lenses!
acoustic guitar... baby bro' dropped the old one on the floor.
own room... need suitable place for all my trash...
legitimate girlfriend... a big joke, but still part of the wishlist...
world peace... on the long run, this might happen... just might.
p.s. i'm not really expecting anything... so thanks, if ever. (",)
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4.12.05
halt... before my christmas wishlist, might as well give you an idea what happened to me the past few weeks.
you know i've just gone under a two-week blogging hiatus, so i'm trying to resurrect my stagnant internet life. i hope you understand. this won't take long.
last saturday we had our quarterly sportsfest... i mean, they had. avogadro-2 was nowhere to be found, maybe except during attendance-taking and one volleyball match.
midway past that event, the pta board called for a congregation to talk about certain expenses for some upcoming events. this resulted into an indirect verbal altercation between students and the aforementioned board. by the way, i sarcastically thank ms. awitan for siding on the parents' views but not taking into consideration our opinions.
and to those parents... thank you for undermining our capability to act morally upright due to the fact that we're mere kids. thank you for not thinking about those ill-fated students who in reality can't really pay 4,200 pesos due to more important liabilities. and lastly, thank you for taking precious time off our sportsfest.
anyway... that was my sportsfest. go ask someone not from avogadro-2 to tell you about what really happened.
then, later that night, the family ordered from pizza hut. after forty-five minutes and no pizza, my father was vociferously torching the phone mouthpiece and the receiver at the other end... maybe you've heard about that thirty-minute 911-1111 guarantee, so you get the point. when the pizza did arrive, 'pop bent his frustration on the delivery guy, who really had no fault (the call center gave the wrong directions and forgot to tell him to bring change).
in the end, i had to pay the whole package and send a blunt message ("bulok na sistema niyo!") to their call center through the motor dude. at least next time around, we have a free pizza. i just hope they won't add poison in the dough... kidding. and mind you, the quarter-hour pizza was still good...
now, for a three-in-one history, genetics, and skin tissue lesson:
asthma is a congenital disorder, and so is scoliosis, though i'm not really sure. insomnia and anemia are not, as well as seasonal depression. i don't know about astigmatism, but i have all six of them.
a stray basketball rammed into my right cheek and glasses while i was walking home two weeks ago. it left me with a scar near the right eye and a distorted glass frame. a day after, i suffered two burns after being "branded" by two of my friends, using frictionally heated metal wires.
during the sportsfest i got two small scars in my hand, as i dived for a dropping volleyball.
three days ago i acquired another scratch and two minute bruises as i was hacked by a friend while playfully "driving" to the basket on a fake reverse layup, no thanks to my already distorted glasses (which caused the deal).
this week jason and ronald remembered to do their "math assignments" and started torturing me once again with their occasional jabs and master locks, thus the return of apparently invisible but mildly painful bruises.
most recently, my right thumb is aching for no apparent reason, and my younger brother "stabbed" me at the tummy with an unused water pipe. since i had my clothes on, i only suffered a mild scratch.
add to that my recurring bouts with the six aforementioned disorders, i'm really in for a very long and happy christmas season. how do i manage? uhmm... i don't know. (",)
back at school, we have the usual: english presentations, filipino unit tests, ap summatives, and math mind bogglers. add to that the newcomer student teachers, maybe we should hope for a change, for once...
so long for now. i have to set up the christmas lanterns... *finally, after eight long years of nocturnal dimness during the yuletides...*
*up next: the wishlist. i'm dead serious...
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chestnuts roasting on an open fire...
tis' the season to be jolly! goodness, it's just 21 days, 2 hours, and 30 minutes before christmas... and i really feel it, no thanks to the blazing lights engulfing the abode next to us, to the green-and-red color combinations that's part of the latest fad, the long queues formed on every place necessary, and the constant reminder of our adviser *pfooey* about the classroom decorations.
and knowing that the advent of this season brings economic skills and thriftiness, maybe i should present my personal wishlist this yuletide... later. but before i start about the difference between "kris kringle" and "exchange gifts", which is essentially nothing, maybe i should tackle on more serious matters, like...
"4 o' clock sa covered court na ha!"
"lakad na lang tayo papunta!"
"game, first note!""joooooy.... joy!"
"ayyy! wala sa tono! eto, pakinggan niyo... *pindot sa mini-piano.* ayan gets nyo na?"
"gab, libre naman ng fishball diyan o?"
"ano ba wala munang gagalaw!"
"hala, paos si arvie!"
"ano, tatanggalin na ba natin si ceña?"
"avo! makinig naman kasi kayo diba?"
"teka, ayusin natin yung dynamics natin, kasi puro pa-pa-pa lang yung naririnig sa recording..."
"o wala munang uuwi, hanggang 6 tayo!"
yes, you heard it right; this is the time when we sing our voices out to oblivion, when we fine-tune ourselves for the welfare of the whole body. welcome to our fourth (and probably, last) carolfest practices, held on the pag-asa covered court during weekdays, 4 to 7 in the evening.
the venue itself is a problem; first of all we hired the place for 100 pesos per hour for 10 days, which is quite.. costly. then the resident people are other factors as well. they come to the court to play streetball, only to find out that they will not be allowed to enter the gates... that kinda sucks for them. so rather, they force their way in the court and spit on each other...
but besides that, everything is on smooth sailing, i presume. as of yesterday, wednesday, we've just completed the english and tagalog songs, and are currently on the polishing and choreographing process. excluding some minor casualties to voice loss (it won't really affect the overall performance) and memory gaps (concerning lyrics), we're on the right course... hopefully.
of course, this is all made possible by our dearest instructor, ate tin, from the UST observatory of music. a full-pledged soprano, she had amazingly little difficulty in teaching the basses and tenors. if she'd been more consistent, however.... i mean, forget it.
and by the way, she knows her German (where w's are stressed as v's, and r's are commodities) too... proved by her flawless version of Ode to Joy by Friedrich von Schiller/Ludwig von Beethoven...
freude schoner gotterfunkin
tochter aus elysium
wir betreten feuertrunkten
himmlische dein heiligtum
deine zauber binden wieder
was die mode streng geteilt
alle menschen werden bruder
wo dein snafter flugel weilt
and another thing - i'm a bass, so don't be surprised if i ever include in my wishlist my aspirations of being a tenor (go ahead, laugh!). just kidding...
i'm just hoping that we'll be able to steal a win from our counterparts, because the fishball peddler consumed twenty pesos of my daily allowance, and it really was worth it... too bad we won't be heading there anymore... i think. that said and done... good luck to everyone.
*coming up: my personal christmas wishlist. prepare yourselves... hahaha. (",)
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1.12.05
now, where were we?... ahh, yes. enter. day three, science week.
so you might ask - what IS sci-dama? well, technically it is a game of reverse checkers with a touch of math and thermochemistry concepts. with every capture one might garner points; the one with the lowest points after the end of the game wins. sounds fun, do you think?
anyway... there were six players, one from each section sans fleming. the end result: me, reynan (becquerel), nikko (curie), and don (darwin) garnering identical 3-2 scorecards, lorenza (einstein) at 2-3, and raul (edison) with 1-4.
so technically, it was a four-way tie for first. however, due to persistent demands by the organizing teachers, they instituted another round-robin stage. i was stamped out by default because i was called to practice for the carolfest, thus i ended at 4th. not that i cared...
next day was scheduled for the local science quiz, me being part of it too. i was assigned to group 5... which consisted of me, kristian (avo-3) and two others, from the first and second years. after two-and-a-half hours of not-so-easy questions, audience participation, and mild scoldings by environmental science teachers, we ended up in fourth, missing by a few points. [now you see the beauty of the number "4".]
lastly, there was this typical search-for mr.-and-ms. science model students. we weren't able to join the said event because we lacked trash; the ones who were able to get in had lots of junk stacked somewhere, most probably...
it was a three-to-four hour event, and we spent half of it ridiculing the master of ceremony (a homosexual biased freak named sir diaz) the flimsy costumes made of indigenous materials (in layman's terms, trash and trash bags; name it? they have it - from glistening bottle caps to scratch papers to cds to betamax film reels), and lastly, the contestants' certain... uhm, talents. ever heard of a fully-out-of-sync version of crazy for you, or seen a trio of frustrated ballerinas, i mean, dancers? how about out-of-the-question answers from supposedly intelligent science models? i did, and it gave me some heartful fits.
so basically, that's my last science week here in quesci. the best thing is, there was no research involved in anyway, maybe except during the awarding ceremonies... but i'd rather not say anything about it.... see, my keyboard's having spacebar problems, though you're not seeing anything of the sort... ciao! (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by
20:50.
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