Enrollment-

When I was a freshman, I wanted to be in Adelfa for the following reasons: It was the first section alphabetically and it was the room nearest the dorm. But I wasn’t Adelfa; I was Champaca. Not bad, it was still part of the first four and I had a handful of classmates I already got along with. Not bad at all.

Humanities Week-

A happy humanities week. The most memorable activity was probably the katutubong sayaw where we praticed our pants off (disclaimer: no pants actually came off). There was the speech contest, the zoe cellphone thing, and the fact that we came in fourth place in the contest but it was still a great week thanks to the support of friends and the guidance (cough, cough!). )

Mala-Bisperas ng Pasko -

Yeah! Paskonsert, Paskorus and other christmas related activites including the awesome recollection. It was unaturally humid during those times and I was wondering when the cold would get here. Sadly, the cold only stayed for a short while during January. Paskorus was another happy event and I didn’t really feel the Paskonsert but it was fun all the same.

The fun-est event was the Reco particularly the maze thing-y which  stayed pitched in the field for another two days after the said event.

Champa Christmas party was a blast and my throat was sore for the next two days from all the karaoke. Jethro’s mom makes great cookies and Carlos has the nicest parents.

Fair -

Yeah, inflatables!!! Those fun two days of fair were worth staying in school for. Champaca manned the games booth and the upper years were very nice and cooperative. And no, I didn’t buy a fair shirt.

YMSAT Week –

A very tiring and stressful week but rewarding all the same. Bio advocacies were more than a handful on all the sophomores. I still remember the good old days when I was a freshman and fully enjoyed the kite-flying and star-gazing.

INTRAMS-

Intrams is more enjoyable this year than last year partly because all Emerald did last year was practice for the “Sound of Science” concert last year so it didn’t feel like much of a sports event.

All in all it has been a life-changing year. This school year I experienced my first failing card grade, my first REAL AND HONEST spin the bottle, my first continuous Bible study with different religious sects, my first speaking contest loss, my first time to try a drug other than diethelamine (don’t take this literally, people), my first cold war, and my first infatuation (on the Nica scale).

Champaca has been a wonderful section even if it’s not first alphabetically. I don’t think I would have survived one day in Adelfa anyways. )

[mabilis binuklat ng mga tao ang kanilang bibliya ngunit wala silang nakitang pera. Nakaka-inis naman! Misyonaryo na nga, nagsisinungaling pa.]

Misyonaryo: <ngisi> Yung nag-iisang daan patungo sa Diyos: ang kanyang anak na si Hesus. <tawa>

<ilagay rito ang reaksyon>

For all my life, I have been in search for perfection. Perfection meaning to be virtuous and good but in the right quantities. In my search for perfection and balance, the scales continue tipping in their indecisiveness leaving me with uncertainty about the right path.

Buddhism speaks of the middle way: not too much and not too little, just right. But what is just right? I hope I find out before I get sick.

Why must we always drag people into our own little personal battles. Must we always claim we have a battalion when all we really have is one mere soldier? What are the benefits of doing that anyway? The overconfidence makes you careless and the exaggeration makes your enemy prepared. Oh well…

I will not call myself a writer for a writer writes. My thoughts are merely cramped up inside my big head with the occasional steaming out of unnecessary hot air. If I do write, will anyone understand what I am trying to say? One cannot be sure in today’s superficial world but I can’t be sure at all if I don’t even try.

“The worst feeling is not death but feeling that you don’t even exist.” That was a quote from one of my nameless imaginary characters. I believe that he is right. Death is the state of thoughtlessness where one does not feel and therefore, does not learn. That is my definition of death. When the heart stops beating and the body decays, the person is not completely dead for imprints of his thoughts and memories are preserved through the people the s/he touched during his lifetime. But when I person does not exist, her/his thoughts will not matter for others will think that s/he has none to share (or even if there is a s/he to share thoughts with).

“Those stars have long been dead yet there light still shines upon us.” a supporting statement to the last paragraph. Did you know that the stars we see in the night sky are merely the leftover light that traveled to the Earth a billion years ago. Once the star giving of the light dies, the light will also fade away…but it will take some time. Just like people. When they die, they will still be in our lives lighting our dark sky to show the way.

My fear: not knowing myself and forgetting who I am. That’s why I try to get acquainted with myself every little bit I can. 

“Never forget the past. Live for the present. Dream of the future.”

Thank you for taking the time to read the rants and thoughts of an ordinary Filipino teenage girl who should be doing her homework right now.

• That freaky scented paper with various unquotable quotes that’s displayed for everyone to see about this guy called “Dwared” that girls are getting crazy about.
• Badly thought of, badly written, badly delivered plain, bad, and trying-hard stories.
• Pick-up lines. (They’re probably called pick-up lines cause the guy probably just picked them up in a trashcan somewhere)
• Spoiled lettuce
• Flirty, two-sided girls that like to walk with a group of guys in the dark while saying “Oh my! You guys are so brave.” (double barf)
• Waffles with spoiled cheese inside.
• Guys who think that they’re so cool.
• Teenagers who are break out into monolouges saying that they want to be different from everybody else.

Let me explain the last bullet. We all know that you guys are in search for your identity and want to be part of a crowd without actually just being the crowd. That’s nice and all, but you don’t have to make a terribly long speech everytime you find out you’re BMI is normal, or someone calls you or your work OK. You don’t seriously think that you are the only ones who feel that way. And what about the poeple who are trying so hard to be normal?!

Sometimes you guys try way too hard to be different to a point it where becomes annoying. That’s why I hate self-acclaimed emos. Gack! It’s like: “Hey world! I’m emo! I’m in pain and everyone must know about it!” Argh! You’re trying so hard to be different that you become the generic teenager.

“I don’t want to be the run-of-the-mill guy…” Ugh, Gag me with a spoon! Everybody doesn’t want to be run-of-the-mill! So why don’t you just be happy and let people appreciate you for who you are! Grr… talk about vanity.

P.S. I will not write in Taglish or Engalog. It is an insult to both the languages that’s why I was so angry when I heard the yahoo filipino audibles.

When I was a child, I didn’t like teenagers. What is up with their stupid clothes that are either too tight or too loose, or with their forced accents or them getting angry with their parents over little bickering that otherwise could have been easily solved if they haven’t been so melodramatic. They think they know everything so they disregard the opinions of a much mature and experienced mind. Ah yes, teenagers.

This may seem strange since I am in my own adolescent stage where I too am experiencing (hormonal) changes, but I have noticed something during my stay with my prepubescent peers. It is the usual “I am not who you think I am.” or the more aggressive “You think you know me but you don’t!” I believe this is due to their search of their “identity” amongst their circle of friends and they are showing signs of dissatisfaction with the “identity” that this circle has bestowed upon them.

I may understand this dissatisfaction since most of their comrades are, indeed, quick in judgement however one cannot help but judge according to what the senses behold. How can you not say a person personality is like that if that is what his actions and words reflect?

Here is typical conversation among adolescents:

Guy#1: What’s wrong? You look down.

Guy#2: You wouldn’t understand.

Yes, this only shows how teenagers think that they know everything and if they couldn’t help themselves, certainly no one can. Of course, it is better to seek, even a little bit, of help from others (specially from their age group who are likely experiencing similar problems) and how can Guy#1 dare to hope of understanding what the problem is if Guy#2 won’t tell him?! Again, I dislike teenagers.

Thank you.

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.

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.

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!

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!