Diary: A Day of Sandwich of Good and Bad

Readers, this is just a late article about what happened yesterday. I was going to write one last night. Unfortunately, I passed out during my power nap. So, here is my article about yesterday:

The morning was not the best one I’ve had. There were so many errors and mishaps that happened. I really didn’t like it. On the afternoon, it was the same. I wanted to be invisible on that day. It was the worst day ever. And ironically, Friday is my favorite day, and yet, it made me feel very worse.

Fortunately, during the last part of the day, tables have turned. Everything have been the best things with my life. When I got there,FOOD! Princes brought the most delicious spaghetti ever. They brought watermelons too, which were perfect for our day at the resort. What’s more, Princes’ mother was there. I felt like my mother was there too. I am a big fan of considerate mothers, which are like my mother, and Princes’ mother. When my friends came, such as Aira, Jophel, Kennard and the others, it was swimming time! I had fun. What’s more, I had the guts to show off my flabs. LOL. At first, I was shy, then, I saw my friends took their shirt off and I though: “Oh What the Heck! Let’s get to skins!”. So, I took off my shirt, which is clearly not me. When I’m in front of my classmate, I’m usually the guy with a lot to hide.

When Colleen got there, it was another Chowtime. The cake was delicious. The meal was great. I really was full. Gladly, I wasn’t like Kennard who got cramps. She wasn’t able to walk. Christian and I had to carry her up to the cottage just so she can sit and relax her muscles. And, oh yeah!, I forgot to tell you, with Reynold’s Olympus underwater camera, we took photos. But that’s to be blogged on the other day.

But Kennard was not the only one who got a unfortunate sudden turn of events, there was Princess Diana Daquioag too. She almost drowned. I didn’t exactly saw what happened, but they told me she almost drowned. It was a good thing that Princes’ all-caring and loving mother was there. She took care of Diana and helped her get her composure back.

When our friends started going home one by one, we knew home time was near. When Princes’ mother decided it’s time for them to go home, we also decided to go home too. At least, partly go home.We took a shower. It was funny at the bathroom. We all took a shower at the same time. Girls and guys, at the very same shower room. Some were shirtless, some were not. It was like were racing against time on the art of taking a bath.  Unfortunately, the shower did us no good. Our hair still felt rough due to the chlorine on the pool water, so did my skin- which I didn’t tolerate because I try to keep my skin smooth.

When we were all dolled up and ready to go home, I found out that one of our classmate is not going home. Dane Mark Concepcion. He says he’s afraid his parents might get mad at him. Duh! That’s the consequence of not asking for permission. He decided to sleep on his friends’ house, on Princes’ house. Honestly, I’ve been through much worse family problem, so that didn’t seem to be a big of a deal. Although, the not-going home part, that’s something I never wanna experience. Come to think of it, if he didn’t go home, then his parents are twice as mad than they were before when he didn’t ask for their permission. Then again, who am I to speak, I really don’t know the whole story.

When we were going home, Princes’ mother gave us a ride. We stood on the back of their vehicle, in which, I don’t know what do you call it. I am not much on vehicles, so as long as I can ride on them, that’s the only thing that matters- I don’t care about the names. We got home very early. Travelling on the evening, beneath the darkness, it felt good. The cold air damping on my face felt twice as good. It really was the best day ever.

 

So now, here are some pictures that were taken from last night. The rest, you’ll see it on my upcoming articles:

People had so much great time.

Every event is a photo opt..

Lara Labitoria and Me. I’ve had so much fun…

LOL. Who took this picture?!

I was trying to get a photo inspired by one of their photoshoots on ANTM that I once saw. It was on Cycle 11, I think. Gladly, Kennard was able to do that pause.

What was I doing here?! LOL

I don’t know what to call myself…LOL

Oh yeah baby! I’m a hunk on the chest. I wish I had abs, or at least, just a fit body. LOL

As I’ve said, friends have perks. And of course, friends are our perks themselves.

A SENIORLY FAREWELL TO THE DEAR SENIORS

Dear Seniors

In not a moment too soon, you’ll be giving your beloved Alma Mater- Saint Catherine’s School your sincerest “Adios”. Therefore, I would like to wish you luck for your upcoming cruise to your next journey, college.

It is such a misery that SCS will once again lose one of their prized students. But what can we do? Life is short. High School is like a four-staged metamorphosis; you start your journey as freshman, and continue to the next chapter of your life as seniors. Still, on the so-infinite period of time that fate has given us to be with you, it is without-a-doubt, we could say, that you gave done great jobs in helping the school flourish to its best state. I mean, who could ever forget your year? You came here to seek knowledge, and education here has not only given knowledge, it has also given you memories that would last in our photographic minds until the “End of Time” comes. On the sophomore year, where you became free, the time where you have shown to the school the essence of your presence. When you were juniors, the time to shift from mature to amateur, it is when the embossment of the products of your fruitful maturity during the third stage of your “four-staged-metamorphosis” has begun to exist. And now, now that you’re seniors, all I can say is, “who could even neglect the changes that you have given to Saint Catherine’s School?”, or the footsteps that you have left, you have been leaving, and the footsteps that you are about to leave.

But my dear seniors “BRACE YOURSELVES”. As you now take the next chapter where everything revolves around your studies, I warn you, be careful. For every journey, there is always the rigid and the smooth; it is up to you whether you’ll maintain the smoothness of your journey and whether you’ll turn the rigid journey to the smoothest that it can be. Life is all about failures. So if you somehow manage to fail, don’t keep in your head and let it haunt you, it will slow you down or somehow cease you, put it beneath your toes and use it as a ramp, a ramp that will help you reach even the most unthinkable.

We, the juniors, your successors, promise to follow your footsteps. We promise to continue what you have started and be good role models like you.

God Bless and Good Luck as you once again unravel another part of your life, And Kudos for your successful reign on the Catherinean Youth.

Sincerely,

The Juniors

Do I Really Deserve You?

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

Every time I walk on the corridor,

I always wait and hope for the girl that I adore,

Hoping that she would see me,

And praying that I’m the only one she’ll see.

 

Every time I walk beside her classroom,

Everything around me seem to bloom,

Everything becomes gloomy,

And I start to feel happy.

 

But all those feelings are now gone,

For my despise for her has just began.

“My dear dear Inspiration,

You are now my Persecution.”

 

When I was loving you, happiness was what I always gain,

But now, the only thing that I receive is pain,

Pain that I get when I see that you’re both together,

Together lying in the arms of each other.

 

Sometimes I hurt myself,

But I’d just stand up and ask my self,

“Do I really deserve you?

Are you worthy of a guy who’ll always be true?”

 

At 1^st I thought that, with those beautiful eyes,

You will never tell me lies.

But I guess I’m incorrect,

For those of yours, I did neglect.

 

How I hate the way you hurt me,

Putting me in a cage and never setting me free,

“Do You Hate Me?” or “Do You Hate My Love?”

“Or Perhaps, It’s me that you don’t wanna have?”

 

But I should not bother,

What you feel for me should not matter.

It’s you that I should ignore,

Not those people who cares for me by knocking on my door.

 

Goodbye Temptation,

Perhaps, I should thank you for my persecution,

For it helped me realize that I should give you my farewell,

Farewell to the girl, whom I thought would always make me feel well.

 

LiveJournal Tags: deserve,love,poem,sorrow,elegy,sonnet,farewell

Goodbye “I Love You”

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

Perhaps, now’s the time for me to stop loving you,

Maybe all this time, that’s what I should have knew,

Perhaps, I should say goodbye to my Inspiration,

And say hello to Persecution.

 

Though when I see you in the out,

You’re the one who always shine out,

Though when I feel Blue,

You’re the one who makes me happy, and you’re the one who sets my sadness through.

 

But I should come into my senses!

I should give my soul something that cleanses.

Something that would help me forget you,

Something that would cleanse away all this feelings which should know be through.

 

Though, then again,

My love for you I should lengthen.

For heart, beauty and brains is hard to find,

Plus, I’ll never know if what I’ll find would be also kind.

 

Goodbye My Love!

Even though you’re the best thing I’ve ever have.

To you, I should never care,

On what you do, I should not even mind to be aware.

 

Though there’s these forces that always stop me,

They make me wonder if I should really set you free.

Should I still love you?

Loving you-is that what I should do?

 

Aargh! Now I’m bewildered,

With these informations that I have gathered.

Shall I Love you? Shall I love you not?

Ooh I hope you can help me and tell me what.

 

LiveJournal Tags: poem,love,goodbye,I love you,sorrow,surrender

Juvenile Amity

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

I once had a Crush,

She always made me blush,

She always smiled at me,

And always made me happy.

 

She was my inspiration,

Whom I always had an affection,

She was just a teen,

A teenager at the age of fifteen.

 

She was very smart,

A lover who uses the mind than the heart,

She knew what was right,

And the wrong that could cause a fight.

 

She was very pretty,

From the outside and the inside of her body.

She was gorgeous from the outside,

Especially in the inside.

 

She had the nicest lips,

And the nose that had the best tips,

She has the softest voice I’ve ever heard,

For she was the prettiest girl from the herd.

 

She was very brainy,

The very criterion that kept me happy,

Science nor Math,

She’d solve them without asking “What?”.

I loved her with all my heart,

To her, I did not want to apart.

But Amity,

Did she feel for me?

LiveJournal Tags: poem,love,romance,amity,juvenile,crush,blush

My dear guarding angel

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

My dear guardian Angel,

Thank you for guiding me,

Always making me Happy,

To keep me away from Hell.

 

Thank you for teaching me,

The things that I could do to make everyone Happy,

For bringing me along,

To the path that taught me to differentiate what’s right and wrong.

 

But most especially,

Thank you for showing me,

The grateful things that the Lord has done,

To each and everyone.

 

This is all I’ve got to say,

During this moment while I pray.

I’ll pray to you again,

AMEN.

LiveJournal Tags: poem,prayer,guardian angel,pray,happiness,gratitude,apology

Waking up to reality

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

Living in Fantasy,

Is better than Living in Reality.

Because sometimes,

Reality is full of crimes.

 

Reality is full of danger,

For reality is filled with anger,

For Reality does not have,

Peace or love.

 

Fantasy is a Blessing,

For everything in Fantasy is Amazing,

For In Fantasy, Nothing on Earth,

Could make you feel Hurt.

 

Sometimes we get Trapped,

And sometimes we get snapped,

In our fantasies,

Full of graceful bliss.

 

Let us keep in mind,

And not be blind,

That fantasy,

Is not reality.

 

LiveJournal Tags: poem,romance,love,reality,life,fantasy,truth

My Consort, Who?

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

Eversince I was introduced to the world of love,

I´ve been wondering and asking myself, ¨Who is the girl that I will have?¨

And then there came two choices; should it be the girl with straight hair, beautiful voice and charming personality?

Or should it be the girl with beauty and brains, and whose hair is so soft and curly?

 

I have been this confused for a long period of time,

A peace of my mind has been very silent like a mime.

I really don´t know whom should I choose,

Because each of them, I don´t wanna lose.

 

I don´t wanna lose the girl with a straight hair,

The girl who is very just and fair,

The girl whom I first felt an amity,

And the first girl who always made me happy.

 

Nevertheless, the girl who is not meant for me to lose; the girl with the prettiest curls,

I can´t lose the girl whose eyes shine like pearls,

The juvenile who always make my heart go BOOM! BOOM!

And the girl whom is always on Bloom.

 

It´s so hard when life gives you choices, but what´s harder is when love makes you wonder,

But the hardest part about love or life is who you are going to be with forever,

Or who will accompany you in your life as it goes on?

We never know of that special someone of ours is really special or someone who´s common.

 

Well, what can we say?

Love is like a play,

We are the characters, everywhere is the scene, everything is the props and the outcome is the future,

And the story, it will rise like a tall infrastructure.

 

LiveJournal Tags: poem,love,consort,choose,confusion,romance

Uncertain Desires

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

I think, she’s the girl that I like,

For she hit me with cupid’s arrow in just one strike,

She straightforwardly caught my attention,

Without the application of any liberated locomotion.

 

Her beauty convinced me to make her my crush,

The only girl that would make me blush.

Her braininess induced me to adore her,

To honor the girl who’s picturesque inside out forever and ever.

 

Whenever she gets rubbed on the wrong way,

I approach her and try to give her a happy day.

Whenever she feels sad,

I kid her to make her feel once again glad.

 

I hope that she likes me too, mutually,

So that I wouldn’t consider my amity for her a misery.

I hope that she would like me the way I like her,

I hope that we would feel the same way for one another.

 

Though there’s something inside me that’s saying she’ll only give me blues,

My heart says my choice is righteous, while my mind says it’s erroneous.

There’s something about this scenario that makes me feel everything’s uncertain,

There are some factors of this circumstances that tells me the only prize that I’ll get from this is pain.

 

Perhaps, I let my heart get the best of me,

Maybe she’s not the girl that would make me happy.

I to her am only a friend,

She only sees me like someone who is only meant to help her in her errand.

 

Perhaps my mind was really precise,

Perhaps I haven’t been choosing very wise,

There’s a probability that I have adored the wrong mademoiselle,

Feasibly I chose the wrong damsel.

 

But, what if she’s the right girl?

What if she’s the girl I’m meant to call “My Pearl”?

Love is a realm of possibilities,

But sometimes, it is also a domain of impossibilities.

 

LiveJournal Tags: poem,love,romance,desires,uncertainty

The Day My Home Stood Still

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

T´was a very windy night,

My mother and Father, both had a fight,

My Uncle and Auntie were both quarreling,

And my Brother and Sister, were both arguing.

 

The house turned into battlefield,

A great war was what´s everyone about to build.

And what´s worse, there was nothing I could do,

To be honest, I didn´t had a clue.

 

The house shook very savage,

And it was due to everyone´s rampage,

Then a river of tears flowed out of the room,

As a sign for everybody to unleash each others´ doom.

 

My only capability on that time was to stay out,

For I had no clue what everyone was fighting about.

And then suddenly, silence filled the atmosphere,

The mob´s noise was gone, and everything was clear.

 

But just when I thought things were starting to get better,

That´s when things started to get worse and everyone started to get angrier.

A few moments later, I got tired of their quarreling,

So, I got inside to stop them from their fighting.

 

At last! The quarrel has been eradicated,

And my efforts were never wasted,

But still, the hate was still there,

Anger was still everywhere.

 

Instead of reminishing the battle that they had kept ongoing,

They´ve just decided to keep things more orderly through separating.

And,in just matters of moments, everyone separated on their own way,

They went by themselves alone to continue their ¨Everyday¨.

 

And who was the only one left? Who was the last man standing?

Of course! It´s me! The guy whom in the whole period of time has always been pleading...

And that was the last day when my home stood still,

That was the day when happiness to me was real.

LiveJournal Tags: poem,home,sorrow

Wanted: The Culprit in Pink Jacket

By: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra

 

I never knew who that culprit was,

Nevertheless, by the time I saw her, she gave my heart a lot fuss,

She gave my life a sense of motivation,

Moreover, she led me into a path of new direction.

 

“Is she a fairy?” I always ask,

Is it horrid, or beauty, that she hides under that mask?

Oh the mysteries that always make me wonder,

Oh such wonderful traits that always make me want her.

 

What irony it is that I don’t know what she looks like,

To have no idea, on my culprit’s beauty that made me fall in love with just one strike.

What complication it is to define that beauty,

But thank God, I can describe every beautiful part of her body.

 

She has the most beautiful eyes that shine like pearls,

Her head is flowing with the most beautiful strands of hair that’s full of curls,

She has the most delicate lips that speak the softest words,

And is Equipped with a golden voice that I’d recognize among different worlds.

 

She stands in the crowd, tall, showcasing her confidence,

Walking like a princess she does, with grace and poise as her greatest evidence,

Her wonderful lips bear out the sunniest smiles,

What something that catches my eyes, even if I’m from a thousand miles.

 

Besides beauty as her main definition, it is not out of the question, that she is bright,

No matter what she says, no matter how many error she commits, she’s always right,

Moreover, whatever mistake she ever does commit,

Anytime, anywhere, she would be able to erase it.

 

With beauty, brains and talent, she is well-crafted,

Made by the hands, which are purely talented,

She is an all-in-one creation of God,

The metonymy of perfection, that makes all who love her, feel very glad.

 

Am I in love with a culprit? A fairy? Or a Goddess?

Has my heart set its target, beneath the heart of a temptress?

Has fate brought me into a den of miser?

Or perhaps, has love lost its way, rather.

 

My heart, my mind, both overflows with wanders and mysteries,

Fate, Love, and Obsession has brought me these inquiries,

Who is this girl whose beauty screams out, “Love Me!”?,

With soft chains of love that I can’t break free.

 

Who is this girl that stole my heart?

A culprit of whose thinking is of defined by the word smart,

Whose beauty is of comparable to the Goddess Aphrodite,

And whose lover, is of named by one word, “Me”.

 

Who is She? Who is this Girl?....

LiveJournal Tags: poem,Danielle Athena Raza,love,pink jacket

Diary: I eat Like A King

Honestly, it’s been a while since I’ve went to Jollibee Bambang. I guess, I was busy with schoolwork and what not that I forgot about some visit-worthy places here in the town.

So, this afternoon, Kennard went to treat the four of us Krhyselle Panganiban, Princes Perico, Christian Ain Bunuan  and me. Of course, I had to sacrifice my attendance to the Novena Mass just so I can hang out with my friends. Sounds shallow and self-conceited right? Yeah, I see it that way too. I am sorry for that. I miss going on Jollibee.

When we got inside Jollibee, the place seemed lonely. By the counter, there were like, only five to eight students who were placing their order. When I looked to the seats, there were only a few people that were seating. Even Kennard’s voice was echoing throughout the whole place. It really seemed lonely.

So we placed our orders. Kennard told the cashier five spaghetti value meals, which cost 375 pesos and five sundaes which cost 125 pesos- all summing up to an exact amount of Php 500. I am so proud for Kennard being able to budget a 500 peso bill for five people. What’s more, 500 pesos was not dead investment. It all went into our stomach, it made so full that I’m not even in the mood to eat anything.

When we were eating, we were talking and laughing about random stuffs. Sometimes, we were looking at the window peeking at those who pass by and see if they were hot or not. I wasn’t able to see those who walked by because I was sitting far away from the window. And if ever I was able to see who will pass by, it didn’t actually matter if he was hot or not. Hello! I’m a dude!

We had so many bloopers a while ago- some glass fell off the table, some handprints were embossed on the glass windows of Jollibee, and whatnot. We had so much fun and so much laughs. Unfortunately, I was unable to laugh the way I wanted to because I ate too much. When I was laughing, my stomach was having constrictions. It was very hard. But still, I had so much fun.

Readers, friends are like clowns, they make you laugh,all the time. I am proud of having friends like these- someone I can hang out with and laugh with.I am thankful for High School for introducing them to me. I don’t know who I am without them. So, once again, thank you, LIFE.

Diary: Duldulao’s Dozen

This morning, we were supposed to apologize to our adviser, the one we managed to make mad at us yesterday. Unfortunately, it kind-of got worse. By the very moment he went inside the classroom, his aura already exemplified rage. A few moments later, he got mad. He kept on talking and talking on how we betrayed him, how we chose the other teacher rather than him; he told us how disappointing we were, that we didn’t even bother on apologizing him- the ones whom he expects and trusts the most.

While he was talking, he kept on eyeing specific people on the class. What’s worse, I was one of them. He looked at me, and I saw his eyes full of anger, intense emotions. I instantly looked away hoping that that stare doesn’t mean anything. Unfortunately, it meant something.

Yesterday, me and some people were talking on the school’s Plaza Maria talking about how we would apologize to him. He saw us. We didn’t think he’d give us a different impression out of it. So, this morning, he called us, the 12 people whom he thinks betrayed him.

Ridge Ross L. De Veyra,Kezia Calderon,Aira Trinidad,Jophel Lacuesta,Chabie Angela Gasmeña,Marimar Gajelon,Jennie Rose Morante,Danber Joy Villanueva,Gledel Layne Madera,Reynold Feliciano,Shaira Ann Mendoza and Roanne Kai Capistrano- this are the special 12 that he called this morning. He was mad at us, like he can’t trust us anymore. He told us to go out to the school’s mini forest and talk about what we did. Of course, I was feeling clueless, because I don’t know I did anything wrong. I am not a part of their party, and at the same time, I am not close to the teacher he is mad at. It felt like a smack in the face when he told us to get out. I felt embarrassed. I felt like I have no face to show to my friends anymore- especially The Virgins.

By the time we passed the Science Laboratory, my friends started crying. First, it was Kezia. She started sobbing on her face towel. Then the other girls proceeded starting from Shaira, to Roane, to Gledel, to Marimar and to whoever. The only girl who didn’t cry was Chabie. But of course, as seen from her eyes, deep inside, she wanted to cry. I can see pain on her phony laugh- not the annoying kind of phony, but the encouraging one. We started talking and brainstorming on whatever that we did that made our very adviser mad at us. Aira was standing next to me. I thought she wasn’t going to cry. She’s a strong girl! She has survived 15 years of her life without a father, I’ve only seen her cry once because of him. And now, I really didn’t expect she’d cry because of our adviser’s rage. By the way Aira and our adviser bonds, I know, that there’s a chance that she might’ve thought of, or treated, Sir Chris, our adviser, as her father.

When I was getting out, I also wanted to cry; but I held myself back. The three of us boys, me, Jophel and Reynold, we didn’t cry. Although I know, that each of us, felt pain. I once read a tweet that made an impact to my life, that’s the reason why I didn’t even bother on crying. I am not a pathetic and miserable person like the others, the ones who cried and sobbed so much. I am not gonna spent the remaining good things in my life just for one bad thing that happened. That’s so low. Call me heartless, but that is true. My conscience is clear. I did not do anything. I have my blog as a prove on what really happened yesterday, or what I felt yesterday.

Finally, our adviser asked Nydine to call for us. The girls were still crying, while I was still busy being clueless and trying not to care about things. So, when we got inside, he was smiling. He seemed to have a good time when we were away. It was discussion. I felt awkward reciting during the discussion, because, you know, I am one of those he called outside. Then, after a few moments, he was trying to make Jennie and Kezia laugh. I can see from his eyes, that he realized something was wrong. He called Jennie to recite, but all she did was sob on her chair. Kezia did the same thing- sob. But that time, it was funny. It’s funny with the way Kezia cried. Roanne, Shaira and Marimar, were crying to. We, the boys, were just speechless- the bad ‘speechless’ kind of thing. When I sat, right when I got inside the classroom. I don’t know if the people who saw me smile thought I am a martyr, or heartless. Then again, it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t care. My conscience is clear. Throughout, the whole discussion, I was laughing, having fun- like any regular Advanced Research discussions.

With a glistening smile, or smirk or something, he told the once he called what happened or whatever did we do yesterday. Each of us told our reasons. So, when some of my classmates started to get our, for I don’t know what the reasons are, he went to our chairs and patted us. I’m not sure, but I think he is apologizing to us, maybe he realized, everything were all just a product of big misunderstanding. I felt that “Apology Accepted” and “I am Sorry” kind of feeling. Although, I’m not just sure if he still trusts us or if he’ll let anything that happened today be part of the past. I’m not sure, if he’ll treat us the same way he used to treat us. Hopefully, my intuitions are just a foreseeing fallacy. I’m just hoping that he still trusts us.

 

Readers, this is a very dramatic day. I don’t think my thoughts are clearly expressed for what happened today, it was just so overwhelming.

Aira and Kezia, I know you’re reading this. Sorry for the words “pathetic” and “miserable”. I guess I was feeling kind of gothic or something. Plus, I have planned for my bold statement the very moment things started to happen.

LiveJournal Tags: Sir Chris Duldulao,dilemma,dozen,tragic,adviser,Aira Trinidad,Kezia Calderon,Ridge Ross L De Veyra,Jophel Lacuesta,Shaira Ann Mendoza,Danber Joy Villlanueva,Reynold Feliciano,Marimar Gajelon,Gledel Layne Madera,many more.

Diary: The Curse of Our Class

So this morning, they announced the winners of this school year’s elections. I didn’t win. In fact, I was on the very last, I only had 60 something or 70 something who voted for me in the school. Normally. if I were this ‘competition-determined’, I would have sobbed from the very moment that I saw my number of votes. Fortunately, I didn’t care much about this one. All I’ve thought about this competition were the points that I’m going to receive for joining the activity. Plus, this isn’t my forte. Just wait during the screening for the aspiring members of the school paper- I’ll be strict. And, I assure that this school year, I’ll be the Managing Editor of the School paper.

We did our report on English today. We sucked. Then again, it wasn’t all that devastating. I knew my classmates were sucker for something to watch- especially, when they’re bored to the subject. So we showed a clip of TROY that I downloaded. I guess my classmates liked it. They were all paying attention and talking about the 10-minute clip that we showed. Therefore, I guess, this report wasn’t such a waste of voice after all.

I just got the book Son of Neptune by, once again, Rick Riordan. I am grateful for my friend Kezia Calderon for lending me this book. Thanks, Mate! Totally appreciate the book. Although I haven’t started reading the book yet, because I am busy, I’ll make sure that I’ll be able to give myself time to read it tomorrow. I’m just so excited.

This day was almost okay, except, our whole class, Saint Therese, have managed to make our very class adviser mad at us. I don’t know if it’s a curse or a in-born misfortune, but things like this always seem to happen every school year. For our past three school years at school, our class has kept and managed to make specific teachers mad at us. Yet, of all the teachers that we’ve made mad, I think I speak for all of my classmates if I say: “This is the Worst”. I mean like, this is our class adviser! The very man who followed us until this school year just so he can witness our successful graduation. The man who helped us ace the hardest of tests that the class has kept on encountering every grading. The man who treats us like we are his sons and daughters regardless of the fact that we all are not related by blood. Why he? Of course, we are also not the reason why he is mad. There is another teacher involved in this feud.

Ma’am Ephraim Joy Mendiguarin. Or for short, “Ma’am Ejoy”. I understand Sir Chris for being mad at her. It is true that she exhibits favoritism in the class. Christian, Kennard and I, or The Virgins have been hanging out with each other for some time now. And yet, she has only known the two from the three of us- Christian and Kennard. I mean, she knows me; but she is not as close to me as the others are. I’ve tried on showing off and doing crazy stuffs on her just to get noticed, but nothing seems to work. If I keep on doing those things to her, I’d be like showing how desperate I am to people. I don’t exactly hate her. But I just wished she could’ve broaden her mind or her social sphere and tried to add people to her circle. I know some people try to be close to her. I just don’t know if they are being ignored. And if they are, I’m curious if they feel the same way as I do.

A while ago, she asked us, the old members of her organization, Catherinean History Society(CHS), to conduct an exhibit. During the exhibit show, we are going to be dressed as Greek gods and goddesses. I don’t know. I’m a big fan of the Greek Mythology, but when it comes to this, I don’t feel like doing this again. But, then again, that exhibition is for a good cause. One of the teachers at the school, Ma’am Cherrie Ngoap, is fighting for her life.It’s for a good cause. Ma’am Ejoy is so charitable and very caring, even to those who are related to her only by heart. As I’ve said, I don’t hate her… but I kind-of don’t like her. I’ve said she exhibits Favoritism, but that doesn’t mean she is a very bad person. There are more of her, that I don’t know. And hopefully, as time will come, she will notice me, be close to her like we’re friends.

Readers, if one of you there is Sir Chris, out adviser, I don’t know. I just felt like sharing my emotion.

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Diary: I Loath My Grandmother

Of all the people that I could hate the most, I find it funny that it is my grandmother. Call me disrespectful, but I don’t care. I am a person living in democracy who has the freedom to feel everything he wants to whoever he wants. Of course, I am a rational person- everything has a reason.

My grandmother, she very different to yours. My grandmother hates this family, hates everything. Whenever she comes home, she’d just storm in the door and ask us questions with the tone like we are her enemies event though we did nothing to her. I don’t know what’s happened to her. Maybe she’s getting crazy or something. I don’t know; if there’s one thing I only know, it is that I hate her. She always complains all the time. That’s pathetic! She’s the elder one and yet, most of the time, she calls it childish. It’s not young at heart, because I know people who are young at heart, and they’re nothing similar to my grandmother. What’s more, she hates everything we do- the way we talk, the way we laugh, what we use, all of it! I just hate her. I miss my mother. I hope she’s here always. Being with my grandmother, feels like I’m being in a prison. And she’s the warden, but, not just any warden, she’s like campe, the warden of the hetakonchires from the Greek Mythology.

Readers,if you’re reading this, I’m not a bad man. I’m just reacting to my environment, my environment who misunderstands me.

Oracle: The Great Prophecy

The doors of death is now unclosed,

Underworld is now exposed,

Culture’s best kept secret and mystery,

Now is for civilization to see.

 

Seven offsprings of the greatest deities,

Shall sail beyond the lines of the enemies,

Gather to fulfill their destiny,

Make reality of the Great Prophecy.

 

The screech owl and the vulture,

Shall spare the souls of the pure,

Grow mercy for their enemy,

Save them from their misshapen destiny.

 

The forge and the dove shall work together once again,

Be the victor on the Great Mother’s den.

Free the five from the stirrer’s snare,

With the aid of the woman of warfare.

 

The daughter of the owl be the troupe’s strategist,

The key to defeat the greatest beast,

Unlock the closed gates of heaven,

Be the bridge between the gods and her brethren.

 

The son of the sky shall make the greatest choice,

Accept or resist the temptation’s voice,

Be in the alliance of the enemy,

Or save the world and maintain its harmony.

 

The son of the Sea God shall lead the quest,

Lull the earth to sleep in its nest,

To bring halt to the Great Stirring,

Make a new beginning out of the very ending.

Oracle:Explosion

An ambush of fire shall burst into action,

An influenced mob shall flee in locomotion,

Air shall speak of one’s death,

Pain shall rise from his very last breath.

Diary:I Campaign with friends I haven’t met Yet

Today is the room-to-room campaign of our party around the school.Like any other room-to-room campaigns,the campaigners must be prepared for special performances so that they’d be memorable to the whole classroom we’re visiting.The other aspiring officers have prepared spectacular performances which pleased the first class we’ve all went too.Me,my friend Christian Ain and the other 4th year board  members were all clueless on what are we going to in front of those cold eyes where our sake of being a part of the student council lies.At first,our performance was a great havoc.We looked pathetic.As Vice Ganda would say,our performance was puchu-puchu.But then,when we were finished performing on that first class,we immediately met at the back of the classroom and talked about what are we going to do.I don’t know what exactly just happened,but everything just came into pieces.Our performance was just polished and perfect.To give you a visualization of our performance; when we enter the classroom,we are supposed to do this chant-a chant from an old Pepsi ad.And then,after that,we would line up in front of the class and Christian would do this Vice Ganda/Pokwang/Aling Dionisia thing.She would ask everyone to sing in falsetto.She starts asking all the 4th year board members from the start to the end.I kind of hated this performance.Everyone was doing great.Whenever they make a mistake,the audience would laugh.But when it was my turn,and I would make a mistake,everyone would laugh too-but the mocking kind of laugh.What’s more,in this performance,I have to scream.And,mind you,we had to do it in all 18 sections in the school.

It was recess.Nothing special happened during recess.The only remarkable thing was when I was reading the book The Lost Hero.A book that my friend/classmate Kezia Calderon lend me.The story was great.Every page makes you excited to read it.After buying my snack at the canteen,I went to sit on my chair.There was a crowd of girls in there,putting my chair in the middle.I intended to sit there by purpose.The feeling was great.I was surrounded by girls.I feel like I am one of those godly characters on the book that I am reading.I was tempted to mock the boys and tell them that I am lucky for my life is meant to be always surrounded by girls…especially the ones they like or have a crush on.Then again,I hesitated and changed my mind.Election was coming,I don’t want to make a foe out of anyone.

After the recess,we continued on our campaign.After finishing screaming at every classroom that our party would go in,I immediately went to the classroom hoping to catch some of my friends there and ask them about today’s activities.Plus,it was lunch break by then.I asked Kezia to lend me her Chemistry notebook and her Advanced Research notebook.I don’t wanna miss anything on my academics.And what’s more,we have a long quiz on our Chemistry subject tomorrow.And right now,I am rushing everything just so I can start on some of the homeworks and the activities that they did today.

Similar things happened the afternoon on the classrooms that our party has entered.Laughter and screaming burst on any open doors and windows of the classroom.By the last hour,all of us were tired.I was tired.My feet was killing me.It felt numb,like I have no feet and that,any minute,I’d fall on the ground still with the pain from my feet.We made some minor modifications on our performance so that things wouldn’t seem,how-do-you-call-it,redundant.So what we did,we took our falsetto vocalization away and changed it with a harmonious chorale rendition-I mean almost harmonious.What can we do?!Not everyone of us there were good singers!We performed on the class of III-Saint Ignatius with a Korean song in which I don’t know the name of.I really can’t memorize Korean names.The song was sung by my friends Noema Nafuran,Cristina Blancia and JennyJoy Tindaan.The rest of us served as background dancers of that very enchanting song.Everyone from the class where we performed clapped their hands and cheered so loud.It felt good.Even if I’m only a background dancer at that moment,I felt like someone famous-someone with lots of fans.Our last performance was on our very classroom: IV-Saint Therese.At first I was afraid because knowing my classmate,they can really embarrass anyone even if he’s just standing in there.But thankfully,Christian was beside me.She made me feel comfortable.Especially on performing.Then again,I felt hesitations on my moods.I feel like my brain is fighting against itself.I knew when my classmates clapped,it was not meant for me.It was meant for Christmas.If it was meant for me,I know it was a phony cheer-one of the things that I hate the most.

I missed another Novena Mass.I’ve already missed two Novena Masses for these last two Wednesdays.I’ve always been busy exactly when there was a Novena Mass.Next week,I plan to never miss that Novena Mass.Ever since I’ve started missing out on Morning Masses,I swore to myself I shall never miss another Novena Mass again.And to tell you what’s worse,Danielle Athena was there.I recognized her when she got out of the church with her dread locks flowing fluidly on her back;and she was looking hot and sexy with that harlem pants of her and that blue blouse of her which seems to be outgrown.I wanted to tell everyone who were on the school gates about her.But then again,Audie was there.I don’t wanna make an awkward moment of him.Somehow,thanks to the Barbie movies that I’ve been watching,I feel like he’s my friend…A friend that I haven’t met yet;if you know what I mean.

It was raining at that moment.Kennard went home by then.We had to practice our dance for tomorrow’s event-Meeting De Avance.We couldn’t rehearse on the school gymnasium because it was off limits.The town auditorium,it was closed.There was only one place that all of us could think of, Princes Perico’s house.Princes is the one running for the position of Governor in our party.I hope she wins.She’s been busy,too dedicated for the election that she almost neglected about some of the school work.

When we got to Princes’ house and when I saw her widowed mother on their water-refilling station,it reminded me of my mother.It reminded me of how she’s been raising us the whole time.I kind of felt the hard work that my mother might have experienced too while she was raising us.As you can see,Princes’ father just passed away last summer.Everyone in the school who knew about it felt devastated for her.I mean,she’s only a teenager-it’s too young for her to lose her father.

We watched the sophomores rehearse their dance for a little while.And after that,we rehearsed our performance too.The steps where difficult.But hopefully,I’d be able to execute things tomorrow the way Christian and Princess Noema does too.I got home and just realized that I forgot my brown envelope inside the classroom.It’s not exactly a big of a deal because it was only some couponbonds and an old magazine that was inside there.But still,I gotta retrieve it.It’s like my companion for life now.I grew an attachment to that thing.

I’m hoping that tomorrow,things will work out really well.I gotta gave a good performance and high score on Chemistry quiz.Hopefully.I’d get what I want.That’s it for today readers.Goodnight!

LiveJournal Tags: School,Room to room,Kennard fronda,Ridge ross de veyra,Princes perico,dance,house,practice,falsetto,Diary sample,story

Theresians are not meant for the Military

A while ago,like any typical Senior Tuesday afternoon,we had our meet with the CAT officers in the school.And as usual,we had to do what they had to do.

Lining up.It was the confusing thing ever.Here in Saint Catherine’s School,the students here are organized.Meaning,we know how to arrange ourselves.Which means,lining up,we often do that!Unfortunately,everytime we have this CAT meet,it’s like our minds just suddenly freeze and forget what lining up even means. After they have us all lined up,we are introduced to the commands.Don’t even get me started with the commands.They’re so hard to decipher!I don’t think they’re even words.How did people even understand and came up with these commands.I mean like: “ashuwere”,what does that even mean.Everytime we do that CAT meet,I feel like a caveman cause I understand those language.And then,what’s all with the screaming anyway?We are not deaf!We do not live on the mountains!Why do the officers even have to scream?I feel like they’re just wasting their voices by doing that.If that is for showing authority,I think there are even better and gentler ways of showing opportunity.Why does this CAT thing have to be so strict?There’s no assurance that all of us will be going to be a part of the military.If you people are interested to know,I’m planning to take Computer Engineering  or even  BS Business Administration and Accountancy.Mathematics and Computer Knowledge runs on my blood.My relatives from Batangas is the source of this admirable heritage.Although,what I’m more proud to say is,I got my wits from my mother side.

So back to the CAT thing.One last issue that’s getting under my nerves-it’s the fashion.I mean,not their fashion in general…Military camouflage and what nots look nice and very overpowering.It’s just that,this afternoon,they had us tuck our T-Shirts.What’s with that!?We’re just wearing our clothes the way we typically do it.Why bother tuck it in?Honestly,a while ago,when me and my classmate who was also beside me on the line, Joseph Rubio,I kind’a saw something bulging out on his crutch.Please don’t take it on a pervert kind of way.When I see things and I wanna talk about them,there’s no stopping me-now matter how kind-a personal it is.On the other guys who were wearing their POLO uniforms,they were asked to button their whole polo up to the neck.They looked like people you see in the coffin.LOL.They looked funny-the Lame kind of funny.And what I looked like?I don’t even wanna know anymore.I don’t plan on wasting time looking at the mirror just to see how lame I looked on my jogging pants-the very wardrobe outfits whom I considered as my very source of comfort…And that’s until I experienced CAT meet.

So readers,if I were you and you were compelled to tuck in your T-shirts during those happenings and there’s something you’re hiding,I suggest you wear the POLO’s.Honestly,no matter how lame you’d look on those,it will still be able to hide or to cover anything you want to cover.

 

LiveJournal Tags: Theresians,Military,CAT,corps,hardwork,lame,fashion

Diary: Catherineans Are Slackers

Today,the “other party list” on the school election went on with their room-to-room campaign. It was probably the best thing that ever happened on my history of SSC elections.We didn’t do anything the whole day.

Our Advanced Research teacher, Sir Christopher Duldulao,the adviser of the Students’ Supreme Council,only made half of the remaining students in the class cover some boxes which will serve as ballots on the election which is to come this Friday.While they were busy covering juice boxes with manila paper,I was almost on the corner,alone,reading the book Th1rteen R3asons Why.A book which a friend named Kezia Joy Calderon lend me last week.It took me an entire week to finish the book,not because I was a slow reader,but because I am too busy for school work.Everyday,I have something to do like homework,projects and what not.But I’m glad that I finished it today.If you’re asking for my remarks about the book,there is only one thing that I could say about it: “It was so dramatic and a bit Romantic.Yes,that’s all.I almost shed a tear in the classroom especially on reading the last part-the part when Hannah Baker gave up and and committed her suicide.On the end,her last words were: “Thank You”.With only two words,it was able to give you that dramatic I-wanna-cry feeling.Things also got romantic during the part when Clay and Hannah were on the party and that they kissed…A very long kiss.Now that’s something that makes you blush.Also,during the very ending,when Clay was the one who went to catch up with Skye,his crush.Reading between the lines,I’d say,that’s the part where he’s moving on and hoping that he’d get a good start,and end,with his crush,Skye.

So back to school.When our Chemistry teacher came into the classroom,I immediately thought she was going to give us a lecture,despite the fact that almost 75% of the class is gone for the room-to-room elections.

My friend Kennard Fronda was sick today.The very time she’s been inside the class,she was always shoving her head on her armchair due to the fever which she accuses as dengue fever.But I hope it’s not dengue fever.I don’t want that to happen to a friend anymore.Last year,my friend Christian Ain Bunuan got dengue fever too.She was almost absent for a week.That was devastating.That was the very first time me,Kennard and Christian herself started a very long-lasting friendship.We call ourselves “The Virgins”.We discovered we were meant to be friends because of our activity on English class where we had to make a presentation about an ancient warrior song.Most of the lines on the song were virgins.Since the three of us were the very focus of the presentation,we started calling ourselves The Virgins.

Speaking of English,our English teacher gave us a very different and complicated homework.He told us to watch the movie TROY and make a term paper or a review paper out of it.I was kind’a enraged the whole time he was talking about the homework/project.It’s not because of the fact that we have to submit it on Monday and that it has to have five pages,excluding the cover page;but because my classmates were being so pathetic and ignorant.They don’t know how these term papers work.They really are passed with so many pages.And my classmates,all they did was complain and asked our teacher to lessen the number of pages that he required.In the end,our teacher asked us to pass a two-page review about the movie.

Since only 25% of the class were the only one left in the classroom,our Physics teacher decided that he’d just show the whole class a video documentary about mammals and their wild life. Once again,I felt kinda pissed because my classmates were acting ignorant and all.I mean,is it their first time to watch documentaries about animal?Is it their first time seeing their animal?I admit,I’m not an explorer…But mind is familiar with those animals because I use many sources on discovering those animals.It’s the modern times!I’m sure all of us have TV Cable in our houses.It’s just a matter of will of discovery and exploration.They’re just busy with worthless things like the cheesy stuffs.

The rest of the afternoon was typical.Our filipino teacher asked us to answer questions on the textbooks.Our computer teacher brought us to the computer laboratory and our advanced algebra did what he did best during lazy times like today,DO NOTHING.

The rest,we had our CAT meet again.But that’s for another blog entry.We also had a practice about the dances which we are going to perform tomorrow and on the meeting de avance this Thursday.It was tiring.I was hungry the whole time.Although,I had so much fun and laughs with my party members.I kept on checking out this beautiful girl Harvie.Her face is just like an angel’s-very serene and calming to look at.I think I have a crush on her.But readers,Shhh.There’s only one girl whom I’ve introduced or proclaimed that I have a crush on.This new one,I think I’d like to keep it as a secret.If there’s one thing that you must know about my classmates,betrayal is as present as the oxygen in the air.

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Diary:Fish Out Of Water

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Vizcaya’s Next Top Model

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If there’s one thing that I miss doing on weekends or on random days where as there are no classes,it’s the photoshoots. I still remember me and my friends Aira,Kennard,Kezia,Reynold,Roanne and whoever is there doing some random poses and taking some lame,but mostly,breath-taking photos.

Every photoshoot of ours,I am always assigned as the photographer,because as others know,I know cameras a lot.I am a techie kind of person so gadgets such as the camera are like Easy A quizzes to me.Also,I am good with angles-meaning,I know how to take good photos…pretty much.

Kennard,my self-proclaimed high fashion friend is always the star of every photoshoot.Normally,we Catherineans are the type of people who doesn’t like our spotlight getting blocked.But mind you,every photoshoot,nobody dares on outshining Kennard on every frame.There’s a possibility that they are intimidated.But usually,everyone knows Kennard takes good photos.And I speak from her experience-cause I’m her photographer.Everytime I take photos of her,she does poses inspired by her favorite model and after a few clicks,boom!;a very beautiful photo appears on her camera.

So,when in college,my photoshoots with my friends Kennard and the others would be the first thing I’ll miss.Honestly,it is through our so-random photoshoots where I discovered that I really like photography and that I have a chance to be a good photographer someday.