The Phoenix

“The phoenix is a wonderful creature. This magnificent bird, when old and worn out, perishes from its own flames but is born anew from the ashes.

The human soul has been terribly tortured for centuries by man’s faulty thoughts, desires and ideals. There will come a time when the soul is too worn to endure these fires of sin but like the phoenix it will not completely die.

A new generation will be born from what their predecessors left and they will be humanity’s light back to salvation and purity. There will be hope as long as there is something left…and fire does not consume everything.”

Author’s Note: This is the excerpt I’m planning to insert in the last chapter of my little drama… which is still under construction.

Aug. 25, 2008 (Monday)

While I am typing this I am currently listening to Garnet by Aqua Timez…over…and over…and over again. It’s just so…beautiful.

It was so nice of Andro to offer his not-so-humble abode to his classmates and it was nice of our classmates to find time in their hectic schedules to practice (and look for a good tailor for our costumes). Not all of Champaca came though; there were ten girls and ten boys. A rather proportionate count, don’t you think? Anyway, it was a lot of fun even though my hand and feet hurt because I know ( or at least think) that my classmates are doing this out of sacrifice and love for our class and, of course, a high Filipino grade. This was what motivated me to rise from my bout of boredom, that I had somehow acquired yesterday, and partially do my best for the class. People are so nice.

It has come to my attention that someone has taken my words quite seriously and has taken immediate action to follow it. I didn’t think that that particular person valued my opinions that much. It’s either that or s/he is just really…um…sensitive. But if I am correct, than I have wronged this person in more ways possible. In my mind, I have degraded him/her and have come to thinking that s/he is lowly as a high school social climber and/or faker but now I realize that if the person has such a high opinion of me then I have not been fair with him/her. I have no right to disrespect someone who respects me. In conclusion, I say my sincerest apologies to you(if you are reading this, you know who you are [that goes for everyone else]). I am sorry that I cannot say it in person for I am not sure how I can say it face-to-face and in public when you certainly have no idea about the way I think about you. Again, sorry.

Champaca is made up of good people looking out for one another. Their purpose is sincere and purely innocent; as a matter of fact, they have no purpose. They have no particular intent to why they are friends or why they are united as a group. There is no reason for this; they – I mean, we – just are.

Whoever you are: thank you for taking the time to read this. You have made this post worth my while.

Still winding up…oh the randomness!!!

I need to try my best…but how? Hmmm….maybe I’ll try to be less lax and more like those panicky chicks who cry over a broken nail or those geeks who think their life is over because they missed one episode of Starwars. Kidding aside, I really should try to give a hundred percent, well at least fifty percent…if you get my drift.

Today was -as Carlos would say it- AMAZING. Well, everyday is amazing but this day was like…um…what would be the right word? Oh right, normal but ordinary days are the most extraordinary of all.

We practiced the singkil and I’m glad to say that Champaca is making a huge progress. The microscopes make my eyes hurt but it is pretty interesting! Now everything should almost be taken care of…with humanities coming up we have a lot on our plates!

Well, what else? Oh yeah! Here are my list of Champaca sayings:

1. “Good for YOU!”              -Carl Satorre
2. “Jenijethro mo ba ako?!”  -Ara Carillo
3. “YEEEEEAAAAAH!”           -Iego Tan

That’s all for today. Myrtle out!

Second Quarter…a start

When periodicals ended, the second quarter started. I was really disappointed when the canceled the speech choir competition. Instead, they’re replacing it with an impromptu speaking competition . Our class is ok. It’s kinda like my old class . There are lots of good people there and I may not love them like I love Eme but I LIKE them all.

The folk dance competition is a major headache and worry *sigh*. Humanities fever has officially begun! Everyone has to comply with the given schedule and deadline…or else. I’m happy that our group was top three for SIGAW ^_^. Speaking of Sigaw, here are the Champaca Sigaw groups:

• Delilah’s Endpoint (Originally “The Endpoint was here”)
• Nakakapagpabagabag (I think they want to give their MC a hard time=)))
• Hangover (A crammed name…but wait, there’s more!)
• Coke -1 (Not only Coke zero!)
• Mcaliraya (That’s Us!!!)

So yeah…that’s that. Buh-bye for now!

A Camera?

My Dad asked me what would I want if I were given a prize if I get high grades. “A camera…” I answered. My Dad never bothered to ask why. I think he didn’t have to because his special “Dad Powers” gives him the ability to read minds. Well, instead of a laptop, an i-phone or an i-pod nano; I rather have a camera.

I want to capture every moment because each of those moments will only last for an instance. It’s a totally different shot with a cellphone. A cellphone takes careless snapshots but a camera was really made for the job and not just for the sake of having pictures.

When I get that camera, perhaps I could take the picture of the sky. “What’s so special about the sky?” you may ask. I don’t really know but the fact is that we stand under the same sky and perhaps at this very moment, I may be looking above at the same time someone else is…but I see something different. My sky is not the same as his or her sky. This is the same for everything else. We all see something different and perhaps with those simple pictures, I may be able to show someone my perspective of life.

Memories fade…fast. I do not want to forget. I do not want to forget that ice cream party, or that time I lay down on the grass until I fell asleep, or the time my friends and I went to that restaurant that was really cramped but had good service…but eventually I will. We all will forget things that had significance in our simple lives. I do not want to forget the events, things and people who made who I am. Pictures may also fade… but they last longer. When I grow old, I will hold on to these memories and look at these pictures I took with my camera and perhaps I will remember; I will remember: Yeah that was what happened, that was them doing this at this place….and that was me.

A realization…

There comes a time in life when a big disappointment hits me right in the face. When I’m disappointed at my own being. I have come to realize the way I live my life is simply too wasteful. I have been granted these wonderful gifts yet a waste them in meaningless objects to satisfy my own taste for excitement and childish desires instead of using them to make life, even for one person, a little bit easier.

This realization of my selfishness happened when one special person who I will remember for the rest of my life, told me “I cannot help you unless you help yourself and you cannot help me unless I help you.” Probably very basic advise but this sentence was followed by a train of thought that lead to the cleared truth. The more gifts bestowed on you, the more you have to give back.

I knew that I was a big disappointment to a lot of people: my teachers, my family, and my friends. They all knew that I can do WAY better but that didn’t matter to me for as long as I knew that I could do better was enough. I mean, what was it to me if I could get higher grades or be the best performer on stage. The light and the prestige meant nothing to me. But then I became a disappointment to myself for I knew that I was making someone’s life harder. Now, that meant something to me.

To the people who touched my life. Thank You. Most of them may not know it but their simple little gestures made a great difference for my life…I’m just hoping that I could do the same.

My expressed boredom

Aug.10, 2008

I finally finished re-watching Deathnote. I liked it and besides there was nothing much left to do. When I came back to the dorm, Noreen wasn’t there. We were incomplete and I was bored.

Aug. 11, 2008

Everything was…um…how can I describe it? Ah, yes! Boring.

Flag Cem.

Nothing. There was a lot of announcements. There was a different arrangement for the Pisay hymn but apart from that, nothing different happened.

Algebra

Explained graphing and intercepts. There wasn’t much recitation since Sir Leo wanted to make most of the fifty minutes. Sigh…your typical algebra lessons

EnSci

We just discussed the Long Test. It was sort of review of the first quarter. I recited and that was all.

Chem

Did an activity with another group. We got the worst deal out of it.

Break

It was like a mini-pictorial during lunch. Everything was…normal

Homeroom

The only interesting thing that happened was the Banana-Milk debate. Here’s the case: Vianca had joined Milk because she thought her friends were gonna be there. When she had joined milk in exchange for Shir, she found out her friends had gone to Banana. What bad luck! So now she wants top go back to Banana but Milk doesn’t want Shir back…oh, what to do; what to do?

Physics

Sir Angeles was disappointed at our grades so being the good teacher he was, he had us make up for it by giving us the same exam. How generous…

English

I was…amused. Shir had a scary but amusing performance and Jem told it like any story-teller should. Dom convinced Achilles a.k.a Andro to join the fight against Troy while Ten-ten told Dexter that he was the new receiver…amusing.

ComSci

I slept during this subject. Couldn’t help myself, it was just so cool and Sir’s voice just seemed to lull you to sleep.

Fil

Seatwork about Chapter 8 and 9 of Fili. Soooo….boring.

See how boring my day was?

My little…lessons

My little “excursions” have proven time-killing, at the very least.

I am just annoyed at the people who take so much pride in their skills and, in the process, magnifies it for themselves. I am not an exception to this but I have realized this past week that some people ARE really too full of pride. Perhaps it is only an attempt to protect their fragile dignity and self-esteem or perhaps it helps strengthen them somehow to the extent that they can not only carry themselves, but other people in need as well. This, to some people who are aware of this, is disgusting, hilarious or just plain pathetic.

When one looks at a body of water, it may seem so very deep but when one actually attempts to take the plunge, it was found out that that body of water was no more than a wide pond that spreads out to take up much space above but not below.

Offense is the best defense, they say. One cannot win when s/he is always on defense. In a game of chess, if you have the chance to eat the king, you take it! But in man’s greed, he wants a much more bigger prize than the one bestowed right in front of them. In their wait and greed, they lose whatever they could have had. Such is the wisdom of man and the nature of things.