A Day with Pepe

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, just another typical day for me. My mother and I went to the Baclaran Parish Church to attend mass. It has been a customary for the two of us to go there on a Sunday before her birthday.  We went to a restaurant for our midday meal. My stomach was unconscious that time that's why I wasn't able to enjoy eating my food.  I asked my mother if I could go to the restroom, and she agreed. Unfortunately, there were lots of people in line waiting for their turn to use. 

 

"What a crappy day!", I said. I was already in annoyance. I went outside to find any restroom when I found myself in the middle of nowhere. Battalions of people were walking, talking, selling something and shouting. I already don't know where I am. Suddenly, I found myself standing in front of a bronze-and-granite man holding a book with some men sitting on his back. 

I looked at my watch; it was already 12:30 in the afternoon. Until I felt a hand tapped me on my shoulder. I looked at my back immediately. There was a man, as tall as I and he's wearing the same as that of the bronze-and-granite man in front of me. "Good Afternoon, fair lady.", the man greeted me. Ah, now I know who he is. He is Rizal, yes, Dr. Jose Rizal. I was terrified when I realized who he was but I still greeted him back.  "Good Afternoon, Sir." He smiled at me and I smiled back. He invited me to drink coffee in a café nearby.

I was amazed and flabbergast because I was now in front of our National Hero. Lots of questions came into my mind. I want to ask him everything, like what really happened before. I was surprised when he gets a tobacco out of his coat and lighted it. He crossed his legs and he continued smoking. 

"How are you now, Sir?", I asked Rizal

"I'm fine.", he answered.

"Are you really the one who wrote all those masterpieces like Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo.

"Yes." he nodded as he continued smoking his tobacco.

"What really happened to you and Ms. Josephine Bracken?"

"I no longer want to talk about it.", his face became sad after I asked him.

"What do you think made you the National Hero of the Philippines?"

"The truth is, I don’t even know. I was just an ordinary person writing what's on my mind against the Spanish Government. I am just like you. You could even do what I did before.", he said and he smiled at me.

"Really", I asked.

"Yes. Well, I think it's time for me to go. Be good! J" 

I looked at my watch. The hours changed so fast. It was already 4:00 in the afternoon. Rizal was no longer there when I rose my head. There's so much more I would like to ask him. It was only by that time when I realized that it was December 31, 2012.

Journey to Punitory

     Students nowadays are no longer like those before. They are now undisciplined, lazy, disobedient and the worst. Imagine if there is a punishment given for every mistake or laws you break at school, would you still go there?

    The Latecomers. The gate, the first thing that we see when we arrive at school. Yes, it is always open for all the students. During the orientation in first year, we were told that we should arrive at school on or before 6:45 from Tuesdays to Fridays and before 6:30 on Mondays, but why are there still some students who came in late? Yes, sad to say but they are undisciplined. We'll for you to bear in mind that you need to be on time, you will have to stand in front of the flag pole all day. No sitting, stretching or any unnecessary movements. Just tiger face, no emotions and you cannot talk to anyone. If you'll not fix in your mind that you need to go to school as early as needed, you'll be punished and punished.

    The Lazy. Most of the students are lazy. They put aside things that they can do today. To be honest, I am also lazy. You can't sometimes help it from being lazy because there are just some things that are not interesting to do or you are not capable of doing them. But being lazy in doing assignments and projects is not good because it is a requirement and it is your responsibility as a student. I you didn't do any assignment or project, you will have to clean the whole school for the day.

     The Cheaters. Cheating is not good, for you are being dishonest. As what Ma'am de Vera said, honesty i the best policy. Once you're caught cheating, you'll go back to first year.

     The Liars. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything. We'll, if you're caught lying, you'll be sent to the Guidance Office and write a 10000-page note saying "I will no longer tell a lie." Very elementary, but you'll learn from it.

      The Bully. Bullying is not okay, period. Bullying may break down a person's hopes and dreams. Once you did it, you'll be slapped on your butt 24/7. So don't you dare do that.

     The Vandals. Yes, it is nice to write and draw, but be sure that not on walls or any school properties because you are messing the school's dignity. If you're caught doing it, you'll have to erase all your vandalism through your skin.

     The Dishonest. As what was mentioned before, HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY! You should be honest all the time. Even though some people doesn't believe in you, as long as you know that you are true to yourself, God will help you're name be clean. But if you were caught being dishonest, you'll be hanged upside down.

     Enough for those. Not that much brutal but it will make you realize your mistakes. Just look how easy it is to be in school because there are no punishments as such. Students are really lucky.

Two Kids, Stupid & Fearless

The first time I met you, I never had an idea that you would mean the world to me.

   Back from that very first day, on the 28th day of April when I first saw you, my pretty little time-bomb life began to explode. Yes, my whole world really changed. We started as friends, like others often do, but there is this something that kept me enchanted on you. My whole summer was almost full of mistakes, heartbreak after heartbreak as what some of my friends says. But those heartbreaks were just from my crushes. So childish, though it made me braced myself that I will no longer have crushes on someone. But you came. We became bestfriends, more than friends, I think. Then you asked me if you could marry me someday. I agreed because I liked you ever since the first time I saw you. We have been through many problems, fights and break ups, but we still stayed on each other's arms. You promised to me everything, everything that any girl would like to hear from a boy. I do believe in you because I love you. You love me with all your heart and I'll promise that I will do the same. I will love you endlessly, Labdab ♥

End of thinking capacity.

My Teacher, My Hero

     Father's Day, mother's day and Grandparent's day. These are different days in which we celebrate and give back the efforts and love our family gives us in our home. But, what about our second home? What about the teachers, who act like our mothers and fathers in our second home?

      10.05.12. A day of satisfaction for our grandiose teachers. A day for them to experience regalement. They have guided us from the very first day that we've stepped in in school. They have spent most of their time teaching us and comprehending our lousy behaviors. They are our Avengers, Justice League and Legion of Superheroes. Nothing can be compared in their doggedness in pursuing us, students, to apprentice.

     To our adviser, Ma'am Juliet. First of all, I would like to say sorry for everything. Sorry if we keep on disobeying you and making you lose your temper. Sorry if we are always bringing you in trouble like being called by the principal in her office. I know that all you wanted is all the best for us. Thank you for everything. Without you, our III-Nitrogen Family will be incomplete.

      Thank you also to our dedicated teachers, Ma’am May, Ma'am April, Ma’am Jenny Ann, Ma’am Lucky, Ma’am Orsal, Ma’am Arlyn, Ma’am Malou, Sir Ces, Ma’am Evelyn, Ma’am Ligsa, Ma'am Pareja, Ma'am Jennylou, Ma'am Mye, Ma'am Lenny, Ma'am Myra, Ma'am Jenette, Ma'am Digma, Ma'am Elain, Ma'am Bel, Ma'am del Val, Ma'am Eve, Ma'am Jackie, Ma'am Rhea, Ma'am Bisa, Ma'am Ruby, Ma'am Chato, Ma'am Djhoana, Sir Tom, Ma'am Nila. Happy Teacher's Day! J

To Be or Not To Be

To be or not to be, that is the question

To find the answers I seek beneath the lies

Sleeping tight at night unaware of truth

When will I know the answers to my question?

To be or not to be, that is the question

To seek vengeance and to decide his own fate

Or to let God bring judgement upon his soul?

No matter what I choose, I will be ready.

To be or not to be, that is the question
Right now as I seek the answer, I will wait
Weighing my options as I choose what is right
Will avengement and hate cloud my own judgement?

Errors

     The Comedy of Errors. From the title itself, is it really funny? Lots of questions have entered my mind the first time I heard about the title of this piece.

     The Comedy of Errors is considered one of the earliest plays of William Shakespeare. It is the shortest and one of his most farcical comedies with only 16 258 words. It is about the story of two long lost twin brothers who were mistaken by their identities and only recognized by the place they were from. It became funny because of the delusions all throughout the play.

     I tried to read the summary of this piece a day before our classmates would discuss it. At first glance, I found it boring because I cannot understand anything. I asked my classmate to narrate the story to me so that I will be able to understand it but I wasn't really able to tolerate on it. Tons of puzzlement ran throughout my mind because of the perplexity I was experiencing from the characters. We had our class discussion the next day. At last, I was able to altercate the whole story when our teacher broke down everything.

     Life is two-riffic with twins. Especially, when they really look alike. You will not be able to know who is who. I spent too much time wondering which of identical twins is the more alike.All in all, The Comedy of Errors jumbled me.

En-Si-Ey-I

    Yey! I'm now in my third year in high school. Two more years and I will be entering college. But until now, I wasn't still able to know what course I will be going to take. Planning is a part of preparing ourselves for our future. I need to decide now what I would be when I step in the real world.

     Few days ago, we had our National Career Assessment Examination or NCAE. It is one of the government's tools to know students' strengths. Is it really helpful? Our teachers told us that we should take this seriously even though there is no need for us to have a review for this exam. They said that through this, us, students, will be guided in the vicinity of our future. Some said that this examination was just useless because these papers can't dictate to us what we are heading towards. But for me, it would.

     Up until now, I'm still undecided of what I will be someday. A soldier, a pilot, an accountant, or whatever. My future still depends on me. Right this time, I am waiting for the results of my NCAE for my career guidance. I'm hoping that the results will take me to the right path.

Sayanista's Delight

Can't stop, won't stop, I must be dreaming.

     INTRAMURALS - An oasis in the middle of a dessert in the life of students. Two days to prove our aptitude in sports. Ah, how blessed us, Sayanistas were, to have it again this year.

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     The day that we've been waiting for has come. Basketball, volleyball, badminton, sack race, patintero and more. We were given again this chance to prove our adroitness because of sports. Aside from that, it is now time for us to enjoy our high school lives. Two days of setting aside our studies is really a great help to us. Although it is a competition and there's an exchange grade if we will win.

     It builds a rapport in us even though we are from different levels. The bond that has been built among students will get tighter than before. We may win and we may also lose. As long as we're enjoying and we're feeling the essence of sports, intramurals will always leave a great mark in the hearts of students. This sports event will be a bulky mark in us because even just once in a school year, we were able enjoy our studies.

Speak Now

"Ang hindi magmahal sa sariling wika, mahigit sa hayop at malansang isda, kaya ang matapat pagyamaning kusa, na tulad sa inang tunay na nagpala."

  Language is very momentous because it helps us in communicating. Fluency of the English language or fluency in our mother tongue? Which one would I embrace? Envisage the ascendancy between the two for us to weigh which is which.

      Almost everywhere I'm looking, English language is the main medium used. Not just in the Philippines, but also worldwide. It's pandemic. Through this, people worldwide were able to communicate with ataraxia. But how about our mother tongue? As what our national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal said, we must love our native language. Most of the Filipinos nowadays are no longer that fluent in our own lexicon. That's one of DepEd's reasons for implementing the use of the native tongue.

     Some may say that fluency in english is better than the mastery of our native or mother tongue. But for me, I'll choose the mastery of our mother tongue. It would be easier to study other languages if you've already mastered your own language. It will not only let us understand our culture but it will also help us to comprehend better. Love your mother tongue.

Pain

     I was taciturn and coy. When I was a young girl, I consistently had dreams about buffoons and grungy hags. Since then, I unceasingly felt vacuous.

     I was so garrulous before. It became obnoxious and that made me conspicuous. I hate all my parents' tautologies. I'm overdosed with the apothegms that they throw on me everyday. If I was given a chance to change who my parents were, I would. I really dislike them. I never had a wonderful rapport with them. I never did feel consanguineous with my siblings. All damn day, and all damn night, all I do was to suffer. I wish I wasn't even born. 

     Until now, my life is still rambunctious. My whole family considers me as a black sheep because they say I'm contumacious. Yes, because my whole life is a living hell. A hell full of faitours. You don't know my story so don't you dare judge me. Now, I'm just waiting for the day that somebody would probably realize how much I worth and just be unanimous with me.

Second Grading :3

I'm Just Being Me

People love or hate me either,

for me that would not even bother.

I'm just being myself in a way that matter,

Whatever you'll think of me, I have no care. 

I may not have the good looks, smile and skin,

I may be too reckless and have no care.

But I know to myself one thing,

I am just being real, though I care nothing.

God had made me as perfect as others.

To him I was already a shining star.

I don't need to please other people,

just to prove to them that I belong 

I have much more to offer by being just me,

than walking around in someone else's shoes.

Trying to live the life of another is a mistake.

It is a masquerade; nothing more than a fake.

Change for the Better

Take care of the earth and she will take care of you. The earth we abuse and the living things we kill will, in the end, take their revenge; for in exploiting their presence we are diminishing our future.

What a Wonderful World

♪♪♫ I see trees of green . . . red roses too

I see them bloom . . . for me and for you

And I think to myself . . . what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue . . . and clouds of white

The bright blessed day . . . dark sacred night

And I think to myself . . . what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow . . . so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces . . . of people going by

I see friends shaking hands . . . sayin' . . . "How do you do?"

They're really sayin' . . . "I love you" ♥

I hear babies cry . . . I watch them grow

They'll learn much more . . . than I'll ever know

And I think to myself . . . what a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself . . . what a wonderful world.♪♪♫ 

     Our world is beautiful, wonderful. God made it, a perfect place for us to live in. We are blessed to have these blue skies, trees of green and wonderful sights.  All of us know that ours is a finite earth. Sad to say but time will come and it will end. The world we are living today is no longer the same with that we were living before. But I know, we can still do something to help it from destruction. 

     We all know that we are the ones to be blamed for the coma state of our world nowadays. It's never too late for us to change the world again. These changes must start with us. We must have self-discipline. A small candy wrapper that we throw nowhere might be one of the causes of catastrophes. Let's reduce, reuse, and recycle if possible. I know it's hard for us to start but it's for the better.

    We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. Yes, change is the only permanent thing on earth. I believe that it's not too late for us to change the world. Do not just plan, act now. We will all be miserable if nature's the one who will take revenge on us. 

Laugh at Me Now.

Let's give colors to the tragic ending of the story of Romeo and Juliet. Try to imagine this:

Paris enters with his Page.

Paris: Put the torch out so I can't be seen. Listen to make sure  no one is coming. Whistle to me as a signal if someone is coming.

The Page puts out the torch and stays outside.

Page: Give me those beautiful flowers, as fresh as my Juliet.

Paris smells the flowers.

Paris: Oh Gosh! These flowers smell so good. I like them. Hey boy, hold these and get me some other flowers outside.

Page: Okay Sir.

The Page goes outside and places the torch on the grass. The grass burns. The Page runs towards Paris and tells him what happened.

Paris: How dare you??? 

Page: Oh, I am so sorry sir for what I did sir.

Paris: It's alright. Oh wait, someone's coming.

The Page whistles.

Paris: You idiot! Why did you whistle?

Page: You told me awhile ago to whistle if someone is coming, right?

Paris: OMG. I forgot, sorry.  Let's just hide.

Romeo and Balthasar enters Juliet's tomb.

Romeo: Oh Juliet, you're still as pretty as you've been when you're still alive. I love you so much and I'm willing to sacrifice my own life just to be with you. I'm going to drink this poison I bought from the Apothecary.

Romeo drinks the poison.

Romeo: What's this feeling? My stomach is aching. Arrrgggh. Damn that Apothecary! He told me that this one's the best poison. Oh God. I need to go to the comfort room. aaaahhhhh!!!

Paris enters.

Paris: How dare you? Why did you enter my wife's grave. Oh gosh! You smell. . . SO GOOD!!!

Romeo: Are you drunk?

Paris: No. Let's just fight.

Romeo: Okay.

Romeo farts and burps every time he hits Paris' sword. 

Paris: I can't take this anymore!

Paris dies because of Romeo's smell.

Romeo: I won! 

Juliet wakes up.

Romeo: Oh gosh! Juliet! You're alive.

Juliet: Yes, I am. Didn't Friar Lawrence tell you about the vial I drank the day before. . .

Juliet dies because of the foul smell of the place.

Romeo: Nooooooooooo!

Romeo gets his dagger and kills himself.

 -THE END-

Kiss Me Again ♥

True love stories never have endings.

     Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy about two young star-crossed lovers whose deaths ultimately unite their feuding families. Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in them.


     Love is something eternal that's why I was not satisfied with the ending of Romeo and Juliet. All a girl wants is a happily ever after with his prince, just like in every fairy tail. If I were Shakespeare, I would let the Act 5, Scene 3 of the story go like this:


     Paris saw Romeo opening Juliet’s tomb and they fought, Paris died. Romeo opened the tomb.  He kissed his Juliet's lips and got the poison he was about to drink to end his life. Friar Lawrence entered the tomb and stopped Romeo from drinking the poison. Juliet woke up and immediately kissed his Romeo. Friar Lawrence and Juliet told Romeo about their plan and everything. The watch men, the Prince of Verona, the Capulets and the Montagues arrived. All of them were surprised, seeing that Juliet, who they thought was dead, was alive, and Paris was dead. Friar Lawrence told them the whole story. At first the Capulets got angry, but then, being thankful that their begotten daughter was alive, they accepted Romeo and let the two get married. The Capulets and the Montagues ended up their hatred. Romeo and Juliet had their children and their love for each other gave peacefulness in the beautiful city of Verona. 

You're just a daydream away ♥

Two Days of Hardwork Cx

     This was probably my first time to be with my co-club members. We had so much fun creating our entry for the blog making contest. And this is what we've finished, a banner that looks like a newspaper's nameplate. Nyahahahhaha XD

Though our blog is somewhat disgusting, I am still very proud of it. :))))) Go Calgeotrists' Society :3

Endless.

   Family, a word that so many know, but only few can understand. The meaning behind family is different to each person.  Some may say friendship, love, and joy; while others say pain, agony, and anger.

     Every body understands what a family is: a social unit living together – parents and children, and sometimes with grandparents affiliated by consanguinity, affinity and/or co-residence.     In every culture worldwide, the family holds a special importance. It is considered a haven, supplying absolute fulfillment to each member. It is a place where warmth, tenderness and understanding can be expected from the loving mother and protection and firm guidance from the strong-willed father. Family is the highest school of education, the school for teaching almost every thing. It is the training ground for life so that the stronger it is, the stronger the child will be when he/she steps out from the nest to make his/her own way in the world. Family helps you to believe in yourself and allows you to be yourself. There are so many limitations in the world, but to be home and surrounded by the love that your family has built, lets you know that you can fall back and they will surely help you – if not with a helping hand, then with words of wisdom and a smile.     My family is my support system, my parents, my friends, and some of my love ones. They give me endless love and friendship. Love is something that everyone knows about. It is a feeling that no human being can live without. In my life time, there were situations that I would not have made it through without my family. I gave them lots of troubles and problems, but despite of that, they were still there by my side. Even though I am really stubborn and not that fond of studying, they just keep on supporting me in every step I am taking. I can say I’m blessed with my family. They love me endlessly, and so do I.

Tatay

My first playmate and my best friend. I not just lucky to have him, I am blessed because he is my father.

I call him "tatay" because that is what he likes me to. We are always together when it comes to naughtiness and silliness. We are both fond of eating and playing. We share lots of similarities, that's why I can really say that he is my father.

Since I was 3 or 4, my father would tell me stories before going to sleep. Every night, same stories, "Si Pagong at Si Matsing" and "Si Pagong at Si Kuneho". I will never forget these stories because they already became a part of me. He is very kind. He allows me to play with my cousins even it's already dark. He even join us in playing tagu-taguan and baril-barilan even though my mother was already angry. 

When I was in grade 2, I gave him a card saying, "Tatay, pasensya po muna kayo kasi po wala pa po akong pera pambili ng regalo sa birthday niyo kasi wala pa po akong trabaho.", that's very simple but that made him cry. I'm always giving him cards whenever there are occasions. But I didn't gave him one this Father's Day because we had argue last week. 

This time, I want to tell him that I really really love him so much. I know I have been rude many a times. Sometimes, he feels that I just don't care. I am even answering back whenever argue. I may be too stubborn but he's always there for me. I want to tell him that I am so sorry for all mistakes I've done. I promise that I will study harder and I will never give him tons of problems again. 

Start for a New

"The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.” as what Aristotle says.

     Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living. Studying in a school full of tensions, obligations, and responsibilities is not that easy. I need to strive hard in order for me to achieve my goals. To be in my 3rd year in Cavite National Science High School, handles great responsibilities, for I am now a junior. Of course, just like other students, I also have my own impressions on what will be going to happen this school year. Going back to school after vacation means meeting new sets of students and teachers, new subjects that seem to be tougher than what I think they were.

     When I was still a sophomore, some juniors already told me that the 3rd year life was the hardest part of being a high school student. Here, we will start making our research and there will be towers of homeworks and tons of projects. Aside from that, our new teachers seem to be stricter than what we had in our 2nd year. But that doesn't seems to matter to me. I am a happy-go-lucky student. Honestly, based on the way I am studying, I am not really expecting that I will be staying in Nitrogen for three consecutive years. Yes, I am not that good in in most of our subjects, especially in English but I am doing my best to master it.

     Since we will be having new classmates from other sections, I will also need to cope up with them. New faces and new attitudes to fraternize with. Surely, this school year will be pleasing to me. There may be challenges that will come for me to conquer, and sweet days for us to enjoy. Just always breath and smile, no worries for the rest of my days.