Mundane

I was just browsing other people's blogs and found some blog accounts from the previous batch. Turns out, they all have the same topic; about Sir Jen's scolding (they're old blogposts). I didn't bother leaving a comment since the topics were outdated and I doubt if they still check their blogspot accounts.

I just had a very long conversation with a friend recently. We've talked about certain matters; it lasted for about 3 hours (conversation in ym, not on the phone). It's been nice to have someone who's trusted, most people I've met are just some sickos who just approach me when they're in trouble, fair weathered friends in short. We have certain things in common. We're both fans of the Detroit Pistons, we're both freaks in the field of History, and we're both underdogs in terms of competitions. You know what I mean?

I'm just plain glad today because I still have communication from the "outside world", and mother's coming back home tomorrow from Marawi. I haven't seen her in a week or so, and it's time to seek help from what my possible study's gonna be. I'm all f***ed up on that matter. I know it's too early to worry about that but I think it's better to plan be prepared earlier. I don't want to experience the things the previous batch had experienced. Last minute actions, 11th hour burning the midnight oil or something like that.

Looking Back

Introduction:

Well, it's the moment I've been waiting for; the official end of the school year.

Though it's not been a dominating happiness; there's still a lot of s*** to deal with. I haven't been cleared completely yet and there's still a lot of cleaning to be done in order for us to get enrolled in our school (and yes, we're a public school if you're wondering).

Now, I'm all but worried about what's my study's gonna be to the next school year. I thought I have found one, now I'm starting from scratch. Dang!


III-Nobel - TCSHS's new breed

III-Nobel "Buwan ng Wika" Mariachis... God that was embarrassing but I think it's worth it

A New Breed Arises; Nobelians rise!

Anyways, it's been a long and fun run this school year. We had our laughs and fades but s*** happens. It really does I tell you. We've been under alot of pressure (and by that, I meant our section alone). Proud to be one of the first batch of TCSHS's new section (Nobel); and not to mention we're the most abused of them all (we've been bossed around almost every single day, and I'm trying my best to evade it). We're also an underrated section (take a look at Prinz Buyo and Teepu Camba's robotic awards, King Seroje's STEP award, Giomen Alayon's superb Theology and General Knowledge, and Darrell Malto's honors and the master of art mad skills), we haven't got that much credit because we suck at academics (Darrell's our class valedictorian, he's eleventh overall). Good feeling to be underrated, it's something that I'm really proud of. Forget the awards, forget the recognition, all that matters are the things that we are capable of.

Lunch with some friends (I'm at the center, not aware the cam was there)

JS PROM (me and some caporegimes, mwaha)

The Peak Years of High School Life
This June, we're about to reach the peak of our high school life (and be the big boss men of the campus; IF!, we'll gonna make it). Batch 10's graduated and we'll be the ones who would be taking over. I'm gonna miss them though.

June 2008, a freaking date that "I'm not looking forward to". We're going to be Sir L's punching bags. (oh, wait a minute we already are....). His so-called "polo y servicio" will be held this May, another freakin' school brigade. I hate cleaning you know? It's not really a fun break this summer; but at least I'm far away from school. My mother wants me to study calculus now that I'm nearing my high school life's end. Next school year's going to be a bumpy ride!

Speaking of next school year, Oh s***! I haven't find a single possible study for my thesis. Dang!


As of now, I've been playing and trying to finish the game "Bully" (I'm on the last chapter now). Besides that, I'm here writing blog entries just for the sake of having something to do (and at the same time, listening to music). Nobody's online besides my brother and some forum mates in friendster. Where could they all have gone? Or did they all set their accounts invisible just to avoid my presence? Hope not.

Spontaneous Writing

Dear reader,

Currently listening: "Bohemian Rhapsody"

I always hang out in our own house, sometimes playing games on my PS2 console which I suddenly remember Urbandub's song "Fallen on Deaf Ears", "waste time with violence....", reading books like comedic book Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas, Archie comics, Pugad Baboy, and The Art of War or I just stay idle almost thinking of nothing. I rarely go out of our house only except for appointments and meetings because I easily get tired going out of the house. I haven't got that many friends like the friends I know, and associating with strangers are just too hard maybe because I don't easily trust them. I'm too cautious but less aggressive you know what I mean? I don't even have the high spirits in parties but I'm not a "kill joy" if you're wondering.

I enjoy blogging (which, I am doing right now) and I find it enjoyable (most people I know really find blogging boring and tedious. Well, I'm looking the other way around.).

Don't get me wrong, I still communicate with others........... in ym (haha, I'm not comfortable in direct conversations). I chat with my friends there about almost any issue we could think about; politics, history, math, life, death, interests, music... you name it).

Call me nerd if you wish but if the things that I enjoy doing makes me a nerd then I'm freakin' proud to be called one. Not an emo, not an addict, not a goth; but a NERD. Being called one makes me feel like "having a secured and established personality" know what I mean?

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Well, that's about it. My brain's worn out of thinking straight and spontaneously.

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I'm trying this practice in which if you think and write spontaneously and simultaneously, you'll sharpen and strengthen your vocabulary and literacy.

You better try it out.

"well, as of now; my spontaneous writing is a bit rusty. needs more practice don't you think?"

RAT Controversy

I'm really pissed off when I took the RAT test. Those proctors are damn so annoying! She ignored me when I said to turn her ipod's sound down; and some of these classmates of fine dominantly replied: "it's ok maam, it's not bothering us"... oh really? well, it's so bothering me?

And they're so impatient about the test. You kidding me? 2 pm, the test is over? it's like 3 hours earlier.

We've checked the testpapers and later found out that the answers in the answer key were wrong.

examples:

-a beaver belongs to the family of (obviously it's rodent)... the answer in the answer key is dog!]
-covalent bond; a bond between nonmetals (obviously it's SO2), the answer in the answer key is PbO? Lead oxide? you gotta be kidding me... lead's a transition metal.... Sulfur dioxides the very obvious answer.
-what is mass over volume? the answer was not DENSITY!!!!

This is outrageous and very insulting to me and to the entire school.
I really hope you'll have your days.
I really hope you're time will come.
Instant karma's gonna get you.
If we don't get you first.

Are you planning to sabotage the school? (and I mean the proctors from a school called DR. CECILIO PUTONG NATIONAL HIGH SCHOOL).

We've send a letter of complaint to the principal which I hope would be received and be heard from whoever he sends it from.


GET UP STAND UP! Stand up for your right.
GET UP STAND UP! Don't give up the fight.
-Bob Marley

Discontentment

Finally, the school year is nearing it's end. I feel both the excitedness and the sorrow (but it's mostly the excitedness).

Though I still have to deal with finishing all the things I need to finish to pass all my requirements; and there's still R.A.T (Regional Achievement Test) to deal with. It can either be a grace from God or a pain in the ass. Either way, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

I've already found a feasible study that I'll definitely need for my thesis next school year (IF!! I can make it out alive). Though I'm not telling you because someone might steal the idea, leaving me empty handed.

Still needs to finish my notes, find all the testpapers, and save some money for the incoming summer. I might get penniless so it's worth saving.

You may wonder why I've entitled this post "discontentment". It's because that's what I'm currently feeling right now. We're tasked to dance the "La Cucaracha", in front of thousands of people in the incoming CVIRAA event. We're going to be put "out of countenance" with the crappy steppings and costumes. My spirit and morale are both low; and I'm in no mood dancing in front of spectators from the whole region 7, and not to mention me covering the event (because I'm the schoolpaper's sports editor, dang)

TCSHS Guillotine

After the Prom (if you haven't read about the Prom, you can read it just below this post), I'm thinking about things and I've thought about my own dang freaking grades.

If the 85 grade mark really is the basis on Math, then I'm on the verge of saying goodbye to my new alma mater.

The TCSHS Guillotine as what I've called it (and it sounds cool so I decided to keep it that way), is one of the things that bothers me most. Everytime I think of school; it only reminds me of it.

But as Churchill once said: "A pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. An optimist sees opportunity in every difficulty." ; and I really hope I'm that optimist. If truly this is only a test or obstacle that I must face then come what may.

(The word guillotine also reminds me of that Urbandub song... "the song keeps playing on my head").

I'm looking at the glass half full... are you?

TCSHS Junior Senior Promenade

I've just experienced my first and unlike any other firsts. I actually liked it.

Because we are tasked to be "gentlemen" in this event (you know, those "offering the seats" to the ladies, help her go upstairs.... things like that), it's helluva hard task. I've never been of a "gentleman" before. It's tiring, but I guess it pays off the experience. Every person experiences all his firsts right?

Despite it being "scripted" and all, they were surprises (I hate surprises). We (the juniors) were told to dance the "La Cucaracha", a dance presentation in our MAPEH class that I've told to forget.

Even in dinnertime, Sir still bosses us around with doing this and doing that. I was told to pick up the freakin' feathers the "dove" have left. I haven't thrown it away though, I'll paste it in my journal; maybe for sentimental value and evidence perhaps?

A friend of mine brought with him a camera, unfortunately for us; he forgot to charge it's batteries so we were unable to take that "many pictures" in the event but according to him, his camera just turned on and said it was a "miracle" from the Almighty. Well, talk about "strange things" so we didn't hesitate and took pictures with me and some friends. It was helluva experience actually, forget the introversion for awhile.

With the last will and testament part, I laughed when a friend of mine was declared a sleepyhead. He was frustrated not because he was declared as one but because he wasn't the only sleephead alone. Could've been nice if he's the only one. Unique in a way of course. Most things ain't bad as I usually "witness" in my own opinion.

My prom partner ain't bad either. She's a nice person, understanding really. I bought her roses (because she told me so, and didn't expect I'd really do it) It's really hard to be a gentleman. My first time actually. It all better be worth it; because I'm not the usually gentleman type just as I've said at the top of this post.

There was the pinning of corsage, and the singing tribute of the juniors entitled "Next in Line" which I by the way don't like listening.

(Note by the way: This event is only through my perspective and only based on all the memory I could remember so I apologize if there were some events here I haven't mentioned and recognized)

"moving on"

Ah, the socials... maybe the "best part" of any activity. Dancing and socializing here, dancing and socializing that.... I have danced about 7 girls as far as I've remember (even if it's only a few days ago, I'm sometimes forgetful about things). My last dance was with "her" (to all the freakin' chismosos and chismosas there I'm sure you know her, so it was all worthwhile. Then me and my friends took pictures courtesies of my "religious friend" and of course don't forget the photographer (and teacher) Mr. Daniel Jr.

The socials are still going on but I decided not to dance after that (my stomach was already aching so I just decided to sit, rest, and "socialize"). It's a bit weird about the fact that I'm socializing, which I'm not really grown accustomed to. Strange days indeed. Yes indeed.

Well, I guess that wraps it up. I really hope you didn't regret reading this one and I appreciate everyone who've read this.