Erdvesgaiar Blog Systems Kibikilogy-Giraffilogy Institute

TAGGED. Na-infect ako ni Joboy. Kayo naman iinfect ko. =))

Share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you.
Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.
– Each blogger must post these rules first.
– Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
– Bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
– At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
– Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Share 6 weird things/Gross things that your readers don’t know about you.
Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.
– Each blogger must post these rules first.
– Each blogger starts with six random facts/habits about themselves.
– Bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their six things and post these rules.
– At the end of your blog, you need to choose six people to get tagged and list their names.
– Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

8 Things You May Not Know About Me

1. Gusto ko matulog nang walang electric fan (kahit nung nasa pilipinas pa. ang sarap eh. =))))

2. Bugbog na yung tuhod at siko ko ng sugat. hyper kasi nung bata.

3. Wala ako maxadong active sports. badminton siguro ang pinakaalam kong laruing active sports. hahay.

4. Tamad ako mag-aral. Friendster muna. adiik no?

5. Hindi mo ko mahihiwalay sa Game Boy ko nung bata.

6. Andami kong kalokohan nung Grade 6 at 1st Year. di ko sasabihin dito kung ano un. HAHA.

7. Pakialamero ako. HAY.

8. Madaldal ako pag hinyper. =)))))

6 Gross or Weird Things that Your Readers Don't Know About You

1. Kung gugustuhin ko pwede ko i-amplify yung tunog ng dighay ko.

2. Madaling lumipad isip ko. Sapakin mo ko pag nakita mo kong tumatawa ng wala sa lugar. Para tumino. =)))

3. Gusto kong paghalu-haluin ang kahit anong inumin (excluding alcoholic ones) na minsan hindi maganda ang kalalabasan. HAHAY.

4. Gusto kong magising ng maaga tuwing weekends. HAHA.

5. Stini-stir ko ang kahit anong softdrinks. para masaya. =))

6. Gusto kong tumakbo ulit sa maputik na daan habang umuulan, tulad nung Retreat '06

I TAG:

- Mark Lim - Kasi kibiki siya

- Kuya Raz - Kasi miniature version ako niya

- Riegelle - Kasi masaya xa nung prom nila.

- Marla - Kasi crush niya si C.

- Nicole - Kasi ang adiik nya. sobra.

- Jeremy - Kasi nasa Korte Suprema kami.

- DeeCee - Kasi saludo ako sa kanya.

- Jonathan - Kasi giraffi siya.

PS. kung wala kayong blog o ayaw nyo lagay sa blog, i comment nyo nalang cguro sa sarili nyo o ano. o kung ayaw nyo talaga, haha sige ayos lang. di naman kayo obligado eh. HAHA. masaya lang mang-tag...para may magawa. =))))))

1st Yr HS memories.

THINK BACK TO FIRST YEAR HS...
Let's see how much you remember
and how much you regret.. .

1.What
section were you?
I-Paul!! WOOOO!!

2.Who were your seatmates?
si mark sa kaliwa, si ate kat sa kanan. si kuya sat sa harap, si jelene sa likod.

3.Still remember your english
teacher?
XEMPRE!! si ma'am RONQUILLO!! aus yan. adviser pa namin.

4.What was your first class?
~English. BWAHHAHA.

5.Who were your best[classmates]?
lahat. angal? HAHA. jokes.

6.Who was your crush then? ~ c
c ano.. si si.. BASTA UN!! hahayy..

7.Made friends
to the lower years?
OO NAMAN!! si rachel calaor ng gr. IV-Generosity, abigail calaor ng gr. VI-Courage, at jeremy argosino ng gr. V-err. anong section nyo marla?

8.Had a boyfriend/girlfriend?
HAHAYY. WALAA.. promoter na ko ng true love waits mula pa nung 1st yr no. HAHAY..

9.How was your class
schedule?
aus lang.

10.Made
any enemies?
sana wala naman.

11.Who was your
favorite teacher<s>?
lahaaatt.. BWAHAHA..

12.What
sport did you play?
badminton, volleyball, basketball, soccer, chess. kaso sa free time lang ng PE, ndi varsity. talo nga ko sa chess nung intrams eh. HAHA.

13.Did you buy your lunch?
baon! HAHA!!

14.Were you a party
animal?
ndi naman. umattend lang ng bday ni Sanniel, un lang. dayaa.. hehe.

15.Were you
well known in your school?
hindi ata eh..

16.SKIP CLASSES?
tss. CGE BA. kaso ndi eh. HAHA..

17.Did you get
suspended/expelled?
nyeee...

18.Can you
sing the alma mater?
xempre. BELOVED FCS..!

19.What was your
favorite subject?
computer at PE. hahay.

20.What
was your school's full name?
Faith Christian School

21. did
you go to the dances?
WOOO!! PE!! folk at secular dances.

22.Where did you go most often during
breaks?
sa mga upuan ninuman, naghahanap ng gamit na maitatago. BWAHAHA.

23.If you could
go back in time and do it all over,
would you?
OO NAMAN!! kaso ndi pde, accept nalang natin un, kung anong nangyari dati ay nangyari na, ndi na natin un mababago.

24.What do you remember most about 1st
year?
lahat, pero kung mapilit ka, cge. ung pinarecite ako ng Panatang Makabayan at Panunumpa ng Katapatan sa Watawat ng Pilipinas nung flag ceremony. wag nyo na tanungin kung anong nangyari. HAHA.

25.Worst memory in 1st year?
bakiit ko sasabihin saaayooo? BELAT. pero cge. nadatnan ako ni maam dacanay na nag eenact ng "Inay!! Inay!! Nasan ka?!" nung pagkatapos nung klase, kasi pinag33pan namin nila mark at kevin ung mga tula dun na pinagawa ni Maam Barbero. HAHA.
*pero may mas malupit pa jan. HAHA.

yan cge, nakita ko lang to sa bulletin, galing sa ate ni Franz Ignacio.

at napagtripan sagutin.. kaya un. HAHA..
God blez at ingatz sa inyo.

Chapter 3 - Look Back Every Once in a While

“Whoa… I guess passing this test leads me to the ceaseless projects and assignments I’ve witnessed Ate brawled with.

Indeed. Ever since Ate sojourned at the white, half-ominous and half-heaven dormitories of that school, she mostly came home over the weekends only to do the flooding assignments or projects she has to conquer by Monday. I have already seen her fight the drowsiness of 3 o’clock in the morning or battle the overwhelming statistics of her research. I already knew what hardships would come, or maybe would intensify even more. Shall I have to endure the same? This test answers that.

                There was still considerable time to spend waiting for the tests to officially commence, so we decided to stay at one of the ghastly but friendly-seeming halls of the school, facing the vast quadrangle which reduced my previous school’s open grounds to one-fourth. But still therein lies memories dating back to my little-more-than-an-infant’s days. Soon the floodgates of my memories opened, engulfing me in a familiar world.

                I was approximately three and a half years old back then, in my shining white polo and brown shorts, wondering what it feels like to be left alone with complete strangers, and separated from the people whom you only apparently knew – family. My mom walked me to the last room of the two-storey building, which hung a wooden but painted sign above its door.

                “Nursery” the sign said, but I had absolutely no idea what it meant.

                “Ready?  This is it.” Mom looked down on me, smiling as if something big was about to happen. I nodded, with no exact expression on my face.

                She opened the door, and what I saw was a completely new dimension. There were about fifteen children; a third of them was seated patiently, another third was crying to no end, and the last was clinging to their dad or mom’s arms, as if a crocodile was about to bite them. They looked like me in the manner that we were wearing the same clothes, except for the ones who had longer hairs than usual, which wore umbrellas from the waist downward to the shoes, except for that they had no frames, but had weird patterns of colors.

                “Hi there! What’s your name?” An adult stooped down to me, wearing a shirt with circles on the middle and shorts that did not separate into two parts, reaching down a little below her knees, and had the same color as the shirt. They were familiar-looking to me, since I’ve seen my mom and my lola wear those, only with different colors.

                I did not say anything. Then I looked up to my mom. She took up the cause and talked a while again with her.

                “ Okay. Sit on those blue chairs. Pick whichever you want.”

                I looked up to my mom again.

                “Go ahead. I’ll be here for a while.” She said in a small voice.

                I went ahead and sat on the nearest untaken seat, beside one of the children who was crying. I looked around while there was nothing yet to do. Half of the room was seemingly dark, half was lit by a bright tube stuck in the ceiling. I wondered what was its difference from the square lights that also lit our house at night. There was a large box leaning on the wall which was divided into four more wide boxes. Posters of what seemed letters and numbers to me took different forms of inanimate objects and animals. But most notable was the green rectangle that hung on the front wall, with white marks and dashes on it. When there was nothing else to look at I focused my eyes on my mom and the adult who talked to me earlier, switching my eyes between them interchangeably.

                Soon the parents were walking out of the room, each waving their hands or hugging their children, especially those that were already screaming at the top of their breaths. My mom just walked up to me end gave me a brief lecture of what I should do. I just nodded and said “yes” repeatedly. Minutes have passed, all parents were gone, and only the single-colored adult was the only adult left with us. A gushing flow of mixed fear and suspense crept to my throat.

                She then explained that school was a place that we were about to spend the next seventeen or so years of life. Well, not entirely all of our lives, but at least half of each days of our lives. Also, she was called a “teacher,” the one who makes us learn things feasibly. Next in her course of actions was to have us say our names one after another.

                “Kyle… Mark Vincent… Paolo… Charlotte…” The names flowed, punctuated by shyness or the weakened sobbing of my fellow children. And not long enough, it was my turn.

                “And you-“

                The bell pulled me out of that world and returned me back to the sight of the quadrangle, realizing it was already time for the test. The students were walking here and there, and into their respective classrooms.

                “I know you can do this. Right?”

                “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see what I can do.”

                “Alright. Do your best.”

                I nodded. Walking to my room was not a difficult task, compared to the test I was about to make. I somehow knew how to go there. The proctor asked for my name, then pointed at my seat. I walked to the seat with confidence, excitement, and fear altogether, fighting each other with no definite end. The sun illuminated the mundane board, highlighting the writing on it.

                “Tantegel National High School First Screening Exams.”

               

Seven Things by request. haha..

7 Things by request ni Joboy Lumawig.. Masaya rin naman sagutan eh, kaya cge. at top 1 pa man din nya ako sa 7 persons you want them to repost this, kaya repost na to. BWHAHHAHA..

SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU

1) Hell
2) public speaking
3) AP Exams
4) long-legged spiders
5) mawala sa malalim na gubat o sa gitna ng karagatan
6) taglamig
7) pag pinapagalitan ako. hehe..

SEVEN THINGS YOU LIKE THE MOST

1) God
2) ang Lupang Hinirang kung saan ako lumaki - Pilipinas
3) mga asong kyut
4) FCS at WA at Villarica/Biking Tierra
5) Friendster at YM
6) Computers
7) Pag d ko inaasahang makita ung mga kaibigan ko sa isang lugar

SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM

1) Bible
2) computer
3) zipit compact communicator/ wireless messenger
4) ang Kahon ng aking mga Ala-ala
5) kama
6) bag
7) ps2


SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU

1) mahilig akong manguha ng gamit mo at panoorin kang nagpapanic na nawawala ung gamit na un bago ko ibigay sau. (urchin!!)
2) babanatan kita at least isang beses sa isang araw
3) hindi ako mabubuhay ng walang Friendster at YM (lalo na d2 sa Estados Unidos
4) naastigan ako kay Kyon at Yuki Nagato ng MSH
5) gs2 kong iperpekto ung hare hare yukai except sa kembot
6) mahilig ako mag reminisce
7) isa akong keen-observer-from-afar

SEVEN THINGS YOU PLAN TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE

Maraming hindi inaasahang pangyayari sa buhay. Maaring magbago bawat araw ung mga ilalagay ko d2. haha..

SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO

1) Tumingin ng stereo pictures ng hindi gumagawa ng kung ano-anong wirdong jutsu. Sinanay ko na ung mata kong tumingin nung mga un ng tama. hehe..
2) sumayaw ng hare hare yukai at kibiki dance
3) tumugtog ng onting piano, gitara, at recorder
4) sumigaw ng high-freq kibiki shout (may iba iba kasi akong boses haha..)
5) gumawa ng isang kalokohan bawat school year
6) banatin ung hinlalaki ng kamay ko 50 degrees angle
7) hingalin pagkatapos ng 15 laps ng pacers. HAHA. asthmatic kasi.

SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN'T DO

1) manligaw
2) drugs, beer, o kung anupamang bisyo
3) magsalita sa harap ng klase
4) tumakbo ng 100 laps ng pacers
5) mag treading sa tubig ng isang oras
6) tumagal sa Estados Unidos ng hindi umuuwi sa pinas ng kahit every 3 yrs man lang.
7) mag push-ups ng sobra sampung beses. haha.

*pde pa magbago yan. we can do everything in God's power db? haha..


SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACT YOU TO THE OPPOSITE SEX

1) itsura (be honest, mga kapwa kong tao)
2) personality
3) intellect AND wisdom
4) interests
5) talents
6) humor
7) depende na un... basta haha. CRUSH KO SI ATE NIKS!! HAHA.. biro lang. pero sa totoo lang, crush ko si ****

SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST

1) jokes
2) adik at adiktus
3) kibiki/giraffi
4) haha/bwahhah
5) wuuu...
6) aus aus/aus lang
7) ha?


SEVEN CELEB CRUSHES - (Dalawa lang eh.)
isa lang masasabi ko. si Yuki Nagato ng Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi. BWHAHAHA.. wala eh..

SEVEN PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SEE TAKE THIS TEST

1) Mark Lim
2) Riegelle Magno
3) Kevin Satuna
4) Rizelle Etrata
5) DeeCee Diego
6) Marla Pasion
7) Nicole Escobar

and the list goes on. dami nila eh. HAHA..

sa mga masasayang maswerteng pitong taong linagay ko jan, gigiyerahin ko kau pag d nyo rinepost to. HAHA.. jokes lang (jokes are half-meant, ne?  [ate niks] BWHAHAHA. biro lang tlga)

cge cge maya ulit. God blez. ingatz.

25 na tao, galing sa blog ni Joboy.. haha. AUS TOOO...

Name 25 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 25 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.

(random lang to, at random ko ring linagay jan ung mga pangalan nila. ndi to top friends. adiktus ang sinumang mag-iisip nun. haha..)

1. Mark Lim

2. Kevin Satuna

3. Stephanie Poscablo

4. Migoy Gomez

5. Joboy Lumawig

6. Riegelle Magno

7. Rizelle Etrata

8. James Jimenez

9. Franz Ignacio

10. Alsus Adiaton

11. Princess Rivera

12. Jerome Ramos

13. Sanniel Cailao

14. Marla Pasion

15. Nicole Escobar

16. Jayne Orlina

17. Jean Armand Lim

18. Janina Gamiao

19. Deecee Diego

20. Reymart Pascual

21. Jeremy Argosino

22. Rachel Calaor

23. Rachelle Liongco

24. Alyssa Alzate

25. Mark Tandoc

- How did you meet 3?

> Simula nung pinanganak ako. Kapatid ko yan eh.

- What would you do if number 4 and 5 were going out?

> Adiktus, bata lang ung isa, at parehas pa clang lalaki. adiktus. HAHA.

- What do you know about number 6?

> Best friend ko nung gr. 6 haha.. kaklase ko na yan mula pa gr. 1 eh haha.

- What do you think of number 8?

> Haha. Makulit. Pogi pa with matching braces!! HAHA. Dapat xa boboto kong escort nung 1st yr eh.

- What would you do if 7 confessed he/she loves you?

> As a friend? xempre aus naman. lahat naman tau love isa't isa as a friend db? Tsaka, kambal ko yan eh. HAHA.

- A fact about 21?

> Nasa loob ang kulo. Marla, Jeremy, alam nyo na ibig sabihin ko. HAHA..

- Who's going out with 1?

> Tss. Wise yan, at matatag, ndi magpapadala yan sa mga gnung bagay habang maaga. pero pag crush.. HMMM...

- What's 9 do for a living?

> Gitarista. adiktus.. haha..

- What do you like about number 22?

> Makulit. Sobra. nung gr.4 pa xa nun ah. ewan ko lang ngaun. haha..

- Do you miss number 24?

> "I guess why not?" sabi nga ni Joboy. haha. oo nga nman. miss ko naman cla lahat eh. haha

-What is your opinion of number 10?

> HAHA.. si Alsus? hm. mula nung bata, may crush na. haha. tuwa ako jan sa batang yan

- What do you think about number 23?

> Ang kyut nung boses nung 1st yr. haha. Sitaw kasi. nagsasalitang sitaw.. BWAHHAHA..

What would you do if 11 and 20 were going out?

> natatawa na tlga ako d2..

- Who does 2 like?

> si **** BWAHAHAHA... parehas pa nga kami eh. haha.

- Would you ever go to the movies with number 9?

> Cge ba. Oi Pranzy. penge popcorn. HAHA.

- Is number 4 hot?

> ADIIIKKKTUUUSSS... migoy o. hot ka daw. HAHA..

- What can u say about number 19?

> ang pinaka-hinahangaan kong senpai. saludo ako sa kanya

- Does 18 know 16?

> oo ata.. hehe.

- Will 17 and 15 work out as lovers?

> NIK-KUNKUNKUN!! adiktus. "Tagos sa puso, sagad sa buto..."-ang walang kamatayang linya mo haha.. Jean? Tss. kilala ko na crush mo.

- Is 12 friendly?

> Oo. babanatan ka maya-maya. haha!! tsaka friendly sa charge

- Would you go out with 24?

> Ha? gala lang ndi date. bata pa ko eh. oi alyssa, penge ng chocnut...

- Are you close to 2?

> Oo naman. kapwa ko kibikilogist-giraffilogist tsaka Enghang Triumvirate yan eh."Inaaayy, inaay.. nasan ka na??" BWAHHAHA..

- Ever dated 14?

> MARLA-KUNKUNKUN!!! wag, magagalit si C. HAHA.

- Is 15 a good friend of yours?

> um.. mejo kakakilala ko palang sa kanya eh. sa ym oo. nik-kunkunkun, "DEAD SILENCE..." haha.. pagnagkita tau lahat ewan nalang. haha.. kukulitin ko kaung dalawa ni marla-kunkunkun. HAHA.. jokes. tatahimik ako. ng SOBRA. haha.

- What would you like to say to 1?

> Musta na Mark? hehe laki mo na ah?

- What would you like to say to 4?

> palaki ka jan. at wala munang ligaw ligaw. kaw ahh. hehe

- Ever gotten into a fight with 11?

> HM. pinagalitan nya ako minsan.. d ko pa nakakalimutan un peng ah. HAHA. "ISA.. NDI AKO NAGBIBIRO AH." hehe..

- Describe 17.

> Hm. ewan ko. sasapakin ka pag kiniliti mo.. HAHA. jokes. matalino, kahawig ni Mark Lim

- What if 11 and 15 dated?

> o ndi. Peng at Nik-kunkunkun. HHAA. ni ndi nga nila kilala isa't isa eh. sa friendster lang. tsaka, parehas clang babae.

- Would 16 and 19 make a good couple?

> waaaw.. when two worlds clash? ewan. MAY POSIBILIDAD.. (no offense sa inyong dalawa. hehe. jokes lang)

- Is 14 a good kisser?

> Marla-kunkunkun. kiss mo daw si Cloud. HAHA.. patay tau jann...

- Who does 3 love?

> "Ay. Ay. Si... :))"-Joboy. hehe. ate, cno nga ba?

- If 4 were to go out with 9, would 5 get mad?

> WHEN 3 WORLDS CLASSHHHH... ADIKTUS TALAGA TOOOO... pareparehas pang lalaki. haha.

- Was 20 ever with someone from your list of names above?

> Um. kasama ko xa sa service dati. HAHA.

- Who does 25 like?

> AY.. SI ANOOOO. si. si. si.. HAHA.. tanungin nyo xa.

- Is 24 nice?

>  oo, kasi lagi akong inaasar. haha..

- Is 11 weird?

> ndi. haha weird ka nga ba peng?

haha.. adiktus tong questionnaire na to. HAHA. tawa ako dun ah.. cge maya ulit. God blez.. ingatz!!

Part 2 - Wake Up

Part 2 – Wake up

“A dream. Just a dream…”

As I alternately closed and opened the lids of my eyes, I have apparently found my self between and betwixt subconscious fantasies and reality. Every now and then I fought myself, or rather, the part of myself that kept on pulling me down to delusion. But then, one startling sound took away all of my struggle and made that pulling force calm and vanish – it was the very alarm ringing of my watch, returning back to me after its first attempt to drag me from my dreams. I reached for my watch, eyes still stuck into darkness, but senses into full vigilance. Hence, I pressed the usual combination of buttons necessary to make the constant – well, not eternally constant, but temporarily constant – ringing come to a halt. Stretching came next, as I eventually made my eyes open steadfastly, but still staring at darkness – it was still early. The dawn.

But apparently, the knowledge – or maybe, the familiarity – that came to me during the dream faded from existence. I no longer missed the sunset, and her presence never seemed real to me anymore. I did not even know who she was now. It was like the dream only gave that familiarity to me in the actual dream to enjoy it, but that familiarity was not really there in reality.

My watch rang again. Turns out I only snoozed the alarm. That ringing gave me my next impulse, and my next realization as well:

“Oh no. I totally forgot. I’m supposed to take the interview today at my new school.”

Having said that, I staggered for a moment, staring into blank space, and immediately jumped off the bed with this sudden burst of energy and stimulus, as if I’ve awakened to the smoke and heat of the flames of my burning house.  But it was not my house that was burning, but my head. “I’m going to be late, I’m going to be late,” I said to myself in silence, blasting my face and mouth with cold water, and running down to devour my breakfast.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Say another word and I’ll come right there and take away your b-fast.”

“Yay, ma. Really helps for the interview.”

In unbelievable minutes of time I managed to empty the plate.  I then quickly took my ten-minute bath that almost seemed like half an hour to me and drilled my teeth with the ever-helping toothbrush and put on my old uniform, as required by my new school. I then thought to myself for a second why did my new school require its contestant enrollees to wear their elementary school uniforms. I was about to enter the world of high school, not to mention that my possible next school only chose the eligible to walk its road through the next level. The rule was this: whoever passes its two mind-draining examinations and manages to impress its teachers with your knowledge through the dreaded interview gets to study in the school. I already struck down the first two obstacles with remarkable difficulty, and am not sure at that moment if I had some more carbohydrates and ATP’s to break down the next one, with my mind still stumbling into thoughts of that peculiar dream.

As soon as I got myself equipped to  face the Trojans, my mother got herself equipped as well, but not to fight blade to blade, rather, just to speculate my victory or utter failure. We stormed out of the house without leaving much disturbance In the house and immediately walked to the next stop – the jeepney stop. Clad in my uniform, the darkness of the sky still coated the surroundings, but the interview is not until eight in the bright morning. The logical reason was simple: the school is two hours away from our place, thus leaving me much time for my egotistical debate – or, put simply, my thoughts on that dream. Who was I with? What does she have to do in my life? Why did I miss being with her so much? Who was she?

But as I delved into the deeps of my mind, the jeepney had already come to an abrupt stop. I realized that the sand timer had already turned upside down. I recognized the place where I was in immediately, for I have been here occasionally to visit my sister, and recently to take the said mind-draining tests. The air had become cooler, as much as the place is elevated from the much more urbanized city part of the region. There I was, standing in front of the seemingly old but actually new edifice – the grand but humble white porch of the school, surrounded by trees that rustled its leaves by the breeze, and by students that looked with full ambition and optimism in their faces, while mine was not as optimistic as theirs. The sun also shared their optimism, shining its never-ending solar luster, and imparting its brightness on all things that it shed its rays. I went in anyway involuntarily boasting my old school with my uniform, walking with considerable confidence with my mom taking each step with me as we passed the banner that printed the school’s name.

“Tantegel Science National High School”

To be continued

*Note: title is actually As the Kibiki Road crosses the Giraffi Freeway. I forgot to put the "the" between "crosses" and "Giraffi" haha...

Part 1 - The Sun Goes By...(experimental novellete, title stated in the category)

The sunset. I have always admired the mesmerizing sight of the far-off yellow globe setting on the endless horizon, adding a darker tint of orange and red unto itself as it descends, while never sacrificing its ever-shining brightness. More to that runs the faint, caressing cool breeze that tries to lift up the piling emotions of anyone that passes by, but in my case this afternoon, I am not just passing by. I am simply sitting here, facing the waters that radiate the sun's light and the sky's soft burning shade, even more pulling me to the dreaminess of the picturesque sight.

I must say - no, not by obliging command, but by plain will of heart - that I have desired to see this wondrous moving image once again, here, in the same place, at the same time of the morrow. But, to be honest, there is one more reason, or shall we say - cause - that surprisingly overrules and augments this melancholic joy of sight. That is, though I may blush as I let go of the words, her presence.

But methinks that it is a cause not to be blushed of, for I see no necessity in doing so. After all, friendship is the only bond that exists between us.

The wind continued to touch our existence, whispering vague words that only amounted to gibberish. But all of those melted away as I started to speak.

"It's been almost three years."

“Yes.”

“Things have changed. I never expected you to grow up like this.”

“Never expected this to happen before, either. Or shall we say, ‘again.’ But it’s very real.

“I know. Let’s just go through the details later. It’s too early. You know what?”

“What?”

“I still know your whole name. That includes your middle. How’s that?”

“Silly. Let’s hear it.”

The first word of her name almost budged out of my tongue when suddenly a peculiar ringing sound flooded the whole experience. Little did I know I was now seeing a pitch-black world enclosed in the very closed lids of my eyes. However a minute ago brought me to almost complete and compelling reality, I Immediately realized that

“Ah. It was just one of those weird dreams about her again. Who is she anyway? And what was that all about?”

to be continued

Randomness..

Ahh... ano bang masasabi ko..

umm e2 ang unang post ko pagkatapos ng mahabang isang taon??

Yata..

Hehe... nawalan na kasi ako ng source na ilalagay d2 eh..

Tsaka.. busy.. tsaka.. ewan. hehe

Hindi ko tlga alam kung anong ilalagay ko d2. haha..

hmm.. ah nga pla.. e2 rin ang una kong post na ndi informational/educational.. wahehehe..

Ah e2 may masasabi na ko..

pag napapaniginipan ko mga kaklase ko.. laging baliktad.. baliktad as in sa dalawang paaralan na pinasukan ko sa pilipinas.. may baliktad..

ung mga tao.. mga kaklase't kaibigan ko pla.

haha halimbawa.. pag napapaniginipan ko ung mga taga-WA.. sa FCS ang setting.. pag napapaginipan ko nman ung mga taga-FCS, sa WA ang setting..

haha lagi nlang ganyan.. ewan ko kung bkit..

At the Beginning... napakaespesyal nitong kantang to sakin.. graduation ko (kahit 4th year ang kumanta), graduation ng ate ko (sinong mag-aakalang makakarating to sa RiSci?), at sa... hehe..

Ung bike ko.. pinanglilibot ko sa Villarica.. kahit makarating ako ng labasan, WA , Damiana, Bridgestone, o sa tapat ng Mayfield..

kung alam ko lang sana daan makakarating pa ko ng Ciudad Grande o St. Joseph the Worker (ede sana nakapunta ako sa bahay nyo Riegelle haha.. )

kung pede rin sana.. sa Vista Verde, Village East, o Karangalan.. kaso pano ako tatawid ng highway mula sa Mayfield?? hha...

Ung telepono.. ilang oras ako jan at namamawis nalang tenga ko ndi pa ko titigil.. lalo na pag kausap ko sila ano.. (note: SILA ndi SI) mag-uunahan pa kami ng ate ko sa pagsagot ng telepono kasi siya rin gnun eh..

Yung computer namin sa pinas.. sayang nga lang rineboot kasi un ng ilang beses eh.. sana pla sinasave ko ung message archive sa YM..

YM.. sayang nung late gr. 6 tsaka 1st yr lang nagsigawaan ung mga kaklase ko ng acct eh.. haha.. adik ako d2.. kasi ano eh.. aun..

FRIENDSTER!! hehe.. e2 maramihan na 2.. unang pinakilala sakin ni Franz Ignacio.. xa ung unang may acct d2 na kilala ko eh.. naalala ko pa ung una kong pangalan.. Link Holodrum-Hyrule.. gr 5 pla yan... kasi adik ako sa Zelda nyan eh... whahaha.. d2 ko rin mejo ginawa ung mga kalokohan ko... whahaha.. pero d2 ako nagsasanay sa HTML..

si GOD.. WOOOOOO!!! hehe... ang pinakaastig na pinakamagaling na pinaka-lahat!! aun hehe.. God blessed me in many ways.. at laking pasasalamat ko talaga sa kanya dahil sa mga blessing na un (grabe... EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED!! CONSIDER ALL POSSIBILTIES!!) kahit d may mga bagay na di ko inaasahang ibibigay nya.. binigay parin nya.. (thank you LORD!!) tsaka tinutulungan nya ko sa sa mga problema...

aun.. hehe.. cge cge maya nlang ulit..

God blez..

ingatz..

Is spelling REALLY important?

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waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal
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hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch
at
Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr
in
waht
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the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny
iproamtnt tihng is
taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in
the rghit
pclae.

The rset can be a taotl mses and you
can
sitll raed
it
whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the
huamn mnid
deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef,
but
the wrod
as a
wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas
tghuhot
slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed
tihs
rpsoet it.

Haha.. yea God made us this intelligent... He gave us this powerful mind..

And ummm... Thanks to Cambridge univeristy for doing the research.. and to the person who originally posted this on Friendster, and to Jayne Orlina, who reposted this (I copied this from her repost)...

Isn't that amazing?

God Blez...

Schooling and Education here and the Philippines... The difference

Wa-hey!! Based on my observations so far... here are the things that I found during the first 2 weeks in school here in United States

I'm currently studying at Cibola High School in Yuma, Arizona. Your other points may differ, but this is what I found. Also, here,  I talk about High School, not any other levels..

- You will go through Middle School (Gr. 7-8) before reaching Hign School here. In the Phils. you will be eligible for admission in high school after finishing 6th grade

- You will choose your courses (subjects) here. In the Philippines subjects only differ between schools. The subjects that they will give you is designated for your level. You cannot choose which one will you take.

- Because students here have different courses, we move about the school grounds to find our course rooms every period. In the Phils. we only have one room to stay, we only transfer if needed.

- Teachers here are the ones who stay in their subject/course rooms, the students are the ones who will go to the teacher's rooms. This results to different sets classmates (if you are a freshmen you could have a sophomore or any higher level student in the same class) unless two or more have the same course in the same period. In the Phils. the teachers are the ones to go in each room of each level and section. The students will just stay in their room.

- Transparecies are very commonly used here. In the Phils. teachers write on the board but somettimes they also use tranparencies.

- Here the Pledge of Allegiance is done on your second period (i don't know with other schools). In the Phils. we sing Lupang Hinirang (Philippine National Anthem), we state the Panatang Makabayan(Vow of Nationality)(please correct me) and Panunumpa ng Katapatan sa Watawat ng Pilipinas (Pledge of Loyalty for The Filipino Flag) on Mondays or everyday maybe in other schools before every first period

- Most schools here are only one-storey buildings but have a wide space of land. In the Phils. Most schools have multiple-storey building but the space is not that wide.

- Students here wear civilian clothes everyday(I don't know with other schools). In the Phils. we wear uniforms. We only wear civilian clothes if needed.

- Most schoolbus services here use the typical bus we see on movies. In the Phils. we commonly use vans or L300s or any other vehicle that could accommodate 5 or more students.

- Maybe some of you know this, but most students here do not eat rice. In the Phils. we eat rice everyday.

- The last but not the least, US uses the 0-base grading system, whereas the Phils. uses the 50-base grading system. But, here, 65 is the passing grade, there, lower than 75 is failed.

That's all so far. Maybe sometime I could add more of these. This could help student immigrants to the US to have an overview of what's the difference of schooling in the Philippines and here in the US. Thank you and God Bless..