Once Upon a Blog Site

poetry and prose

I met a charming man,

In the EMC today,

Splendid hair, slightly tan,

He took my breath away.

His every move and every word

Kept me frozen to my seat

But staring right into his eyes...

I melted from the heat!

Alas, along came Guinevere,

Whose heart he does long for.

I watched in silent agony,

Thinking, "What a whore".

But anyway I must move on,

no time for senseless chatter.

To make things short, in summary,

Age really does matter.

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   Hahaha. Today we continued watching a film about King Arthur during English.

   Richard Gere was so cute when he was young! SO cute! I'm so sad he's old now!! Ever since I started hating men (yeah boys included), I've thought of all males as inferior, stupid and most of all, ugly. Then along comes young Richard Gere, who plays Lancelot in the movie, looking so handsome with his golden wavy hair and rugged peasant attire. Ohhhh....

  I didn't know who he was until Kenieszka told me. And I didn't know he was old until Janine told me.

  Now Aloha's telling me he's currently old AND ugly. ARGH!!!

Results

   When Brother TJ, the new Campus Observer moderator, told me that the results would be a surprise, boy was I surprised. Haha!

  I'm the new Ed in Chief! I'm not sure if I should be so excited about this news, considering all the previous EIC's have, in one way or another, gone crazy (at least that's what they say). But on second thought, I've been mental ever since, so no problems there.

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  Yesterday Brother TJ talked to me about when our first meeting's gonna be. I think it's next week. I'm so excited!

  I asked him if I could see the staff list and copy it on my notebook (since I wasn't able to memorize it during the flag ceremony). Then he volunteered to print me one! It may not sound like such a big deal, but it's really rare to see a teacher volunteering to do additional work for a student (like last year, when Sir Kim stayed at the hospital for like 3 hours, visiting my classmate Kenieszka when she got an eye injury)

  Anyway, here's the editorial board:

Ed-in-Chief:                           Me :)

Managing Ed:                         Janine Guibone

Associate Ed:                        Jason Dacuyan

News Ed:                              Jen Bianca Tan

Associate News Ed:                Krystel Angelica Baba

Features Ed:                          Aiza Belle Ramos

Associate Features Ed:           Jenica An

Literary Ed:                          Alex Barlaan

Associate Literary Ed:            Liza Flores

Filipino-Chinese Ed:               Nerick Jason Tan

Sports Ed:                             Edda Lim

Photo Ed:                             Mark Joseph Madria

Associate Photo Ed:              Michael Ranises

Staff Writers:                      Kevin Acera, Jan Barlaan, Muriel Llamis,

                                          Rachelle Uy, Tazha Mondonedo,

                                         Kristina Luy, Frances Ngo,

                                         Jarryd Battad, Joseph Young

Graphic Eds/Artists:             Mhervie Ang, Aloha Openiano,

                                         Jennica Rojas, Denise Gadia

Grade School Coordinators:  Jaya Bautista, Chelsea Ty

Junior Staff Writers:            Patricia Go-Soriano, Abigail Limbonhai,

                                         Dom Martin Ranises

Mod:                                 Tristan Jeffrey P. Sunga

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I'm really happy about the board. Lot of people from my batch! It used to be just me and Janine. Now I have my barkada along! Jason D, Aiza, Aloha. This is gonna be so great!

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    Speaking of results, our unit test papers in Filipino are being returned today. I didn't really study all the 90 vocabulary words I mentioned two posts ago ("i drank a lot of coffee...") so I'm not so confident about my score. Which I won't know about until this afternoon (I'm playing hooky :P)

    AP turned out pretty good. 46/50. Trigo was better than I had hoped! 39/50.

   I'm still really scared about Chemistry. Sir Lo(pez) gave really tricky questions. Stuff you'd still have a hard time answering even if you had a month's time to study.

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   I feel so relaxed right now. Which is fair, since I only got four hours of sleep last night. Er, this morning. This afternoon, our subject's just PE. And all we'll be doing is cheerdance practice.

  Speaking about the cheerdance, we're the only batch who didn't hire a trainer. So the Juniors are really giving it our all this year. Now the competition's much more fierce than last year's. Plus, the pressure's really on. Imagine, we're Juniors now.

  Back when we were Freshmen, it was okay to just goof off. If we landed in last place (which we did back then) then that would be perfectly fine, since we were new to the cheerdance thing.

  In our Sophomore year, things started to heat up. We just tried our best to beat the Freshmen cuz really, that was all that mattered. Wahahahaha.

  Now, it's different. WAY different. VENI VIDI VICI!!!

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Kong Hua School Intrams are from July 31 to August 2. See you guys there :)

   

Serenus Diligentia Fidelitas

    I was browsing through some website just the other day, searching for Latin phrases or words I could put on the Juniors' coat of arms. (Jason D. suggested that our name would be the Blue Knights, so Ma'am Legaspi figured a coat of arms could be our symbol)

    There were tons of different Latin phrases. Some were really powerful like "A posse ad esse" which means "From possibility to actuality", but others were just really weird! Here, see for yourself:

-> Asinus asinum fricat - The ass rubs the ass.

-> Anulos qui animum ostendunt omnes gestemus! - Let's all wear mood rings!

-> Aio, quantitas magna frumentorum est - Yes, that is a very large amount of corn

-> Semper ubi sub ubi ubique - Always wear underwear everywhere

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Pretty weird. Anyway the website was no help. I just checked the Encarta Dictionary for the Latin form of our sections' names and used that. Here's what I came up with (click to enlarge!):

Sorry about the layout. Friendster Blogs needs to improve on their photo uploading feature. Anyway that's all I can offer for today. GO JUNIORS!

We're calm, calm like the deep blue sea,

We're cool, cool like the ice on tea.

We are Serenity, Diligence, Fidelity from KHS,

We're to prove the blue and white a step above the rest,

Juniors now stand up and cheer, this is our year!

i drank a lot of coffee and now i'm wasting my energy on this blog

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I'm really hating this week. SO BUSY. It's unit test week and Ma'am Lurms is making us pass a script on the same day the unit tests for Chemistry, AP and Trigo are being held. Lethal combination.

What's more, our Filipino test (which I'm supposed to be studying for right now) includes more than 90 vocabulary words. NINETY!!!

I hope the end of the world is coming soon. Make it quick please. Preferably before the last period of tomorrow.

stufff

   I compose songs a lot, but the weird thing is my only good compositions happen by accident. Like they just pop into my mind when I least expect them to. During dinner, while taking a test, you name it.

  And another weird thing is I write best when I write about birthdays. To save money on presents on their birthdays I usually just write my friends songs and play it to them on the guitar.

  Tonight, a song about a birthday just turned up in my head. It's for my friend Jason D. who's having his birthday on July 9. It goes something like:

  "Happy birthday Jason,

   15's a special age,

   Not just another mark

   On the calendar page."

And in the refrain there's a part that goes like:

  "Now light the candles on the cake,

  Take a breath, blow out the flame."

-Which really surprised me since it actually made sense.

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Sad to say Aiza's birthday song wasn't as elegant:

  "Put your dancing shoes on

   You know we're dancing along

  Today you just can't go wrong

  Singing your Happy Birthday Song"

Yeah. I was in a hurry that time so it wasn't as deep as had wanted it to be.

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Here's another snippet. It's from Ma'am Bahian's birthday song, which unfortunately was the corniest.

  "Happy birthday to you,

   You're the one we sing to,

   And we're thankful

   God sent angels

   And you're one of the few,

   Happy birthday to you!"

Waaaaaaaah! Haahahaha!

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The thing is, for me it's easier to write songs than poems because the words don't really have to rhyme in a song for it to sound good. The last vowels only have to sound alike. Like this part from "Iris", by the GooGoo Dolls:

"And I don't want the world to see me,

'Cause I don't think that they'll underSTAND,

When everything's made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I AM."

STAND and AM don't rhyme but it works with music. The last poem I wrote that really rhymed was:

"Give me a J,

Now add a U,

Insert N-I-O-R-S too!

Go JUNIORS, go JUNIORS!

We're physically fit,

With our mental capacity

You'd have to admit

We've got passion, and drive,

Commitment to survive (?)

We bring the house down

Then we make it come alive,

Yeah!"

The "physically fit" and "mental capacity" parts were pretty weird but I had to fit our cheer within the theme "Physically and Mentally Healthy Through Sports".

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Well that's all the blather I have to offer for today. See ya again soon! :)

Story of a Girl

    Soooooooooo yeah, that's PART of the story. The bigger story is my friend volunteered to do a PowerPoint presentation on the sixteenth chapter of Noli Me Tangere.

    On Sunday, the night before she needed the report she texted me saying she had everything planned out already. She scanned her sketches and prepared the layout of the presentation. Then she realized she didn't have a flash disk or CD.

   Sooooooo she asked her most reliable and most docile friend, Aimee, to make the report for her.

  What could Aimee do right? How could she say no? How could she spend a peaceful Sunday evening watching reruns of the Powerpuff Girls when her friend is asking her to make a presentation that that particular friend had volunteered to do herself?

  Of course I - she, Aimee, said yes. At one point during Aimee's presentation-making, she decided to make the output really pangit so that everybody would laugh and mock her friend - but then she decided not to.

  The meek shall inherit the earth. She used that as her mantra.

  The day of the presentation came and it turned out that the activity was postponed until the day after.

   Aimee's friend asked if she could bring home the presentation I - I mean Aimee, prepared. The friend said she would just improve on my - erm, Aimee's, work.

  Aimee didn't think that was fair. She didn't like other people taking credit for something she worked for. So she told her friend to make the presentation herself.

  "Are you sure?" said The Friend. "You might think your effort was wasted."

  My efforts already HAVE been wasted, thought Aimee. Out loud she said, "No it's fine. Just make your own report."

  The night after that, Aimee got a text message from The Friend asking Aimee herself to present the report to the class the next day. She thought to herself:

  First you ask me to make the PowerPoint and now you're asking me to REPORT!? YOU VOLUNTEERED FOR THIS!!! YOU!!! VOLUNTEERED!!! AND NOW YOU'RE MAKING ME DO ALL THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  Aimee wouldn't stand for such indignity anymore, of course. But this time she had an excuse. Her voice had become hoarse from a bad cough she got over the weekend. Now she sounded like a croaky homosexual. Aimee told The Friend that she couldn't do it because her throat was sore and her voice was soft and raspy.

  Fortunately, The Friend stopped bugging Aimee. The Friend decided to go ask The Other Friend, Janine, to present the report. But they were still going to use Aimee's PowerPoint.

. . .

  Right now I'm not mad at The Friend for making me do the work. She's been having family problems, and I understand. If I were in her situation, I'd be crazy and annoying too.

whew

   Big day. First I found out I passed the first screening of the Campus Observer editorial staff. Then I became vice president of the Patriot's Club. Then I decided to join the Intramurals cheerdance.

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   When it comes to dancing, I just don't know how!!! I'm not balanced at all. I'm stiff and uncoordinated, so I complain everytime Aiza puts me up front when it comes to PE dances.

I also complained when I learned that you had to audition if you wanted to join the cheerdance. Jason D. told me not to worry because when he auditioned before all he did was twitch his arms and he got in. Haha. I think I mentioned that in a blog post in my July 2007 or 2006 archive.

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   One thing I'm worried about is that I'm gonna sprain my ankle again. It happens every time I get into a big dance! In grade six, I had a shaky landing when I came down from the pyramid (can you believe I was on top?!) and I twisted my foot. Last December, during the practices for the Foundation Day ethnic dance I lost my balance while doing a basic step (see? uncoordinated!) and twisted that same foot! I better start preparing the plaster of Paris. Haha.

If the truth doesn't set you free...

   I have tons of homework to catch up on tonight, but I really can't do anything right now with this sinking feeling in the pit of my heart.

  See, tomorrow's my dad's birthday and two days after that is my mom's (June 25 and 27). I admit, I got lazy and forgot to buy them presents over the weekend, so I decided that I'd go with my sister Cait right after school to the convenience store along the highway and pick up some party items.

  The most inconvenient thing happened after school. I forgot to charge my phone last night, so I couldn't text my mom and feed her some excuse so that Cait and I would be able to go home by ourselves. And it also happened that my most reliable source of free texting, Aiza, (she's always unlimited) didn't have load. Neither did anybody I asked. So Cait and I went home ourselves without telling my mom. But I did tell my friends that I needed to go home early so that I could prepare the party.

  Anyway, it took us quite some time to find supplies since the convenience store didn't have any. We had to ask around. When we finally located a party store (across Eco Church, and they don't have any posters advertising their party stuff) I found out that they sell balloons AND cake!

  JUUUUST as I was telling the saleslady what I wanted written on the cake, my mom's car drives by!!! Panicking, I made the message short and sweet and Cait and I RAN home.

  When we were a few meters away from home, we saw mom's car coming towards us. My dad was driving, my mom was in the front seat. They pulled over and Cait and I got in.

  Mom gave me this lecture about being really worried. Only it was worse than the long speeches she always gives when she's angry: it was a short, brief little talk telling me to always inform her if we're going home without her. It's when her talks are short that they really sting.

  At home, when I had already changed out of my uniform, Cait told me about the conversation she had with our dad downstairs:

Dad:     Where did you go anyway?

Cait:     I forgot.

Dad:     HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's so LAME!

Cait:    Fine, fine. We went to buy mom's present.

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   The reason why we disappeared a day before dad's birthday and two days before mom's birthday is pretty obvious, but I'm really thankful that they're just acting like they don't know we used the time to buy presents for both of them.

    I'm just feeling really, really guilty about what I did to my mom. I can imagine what it feels like not to know about where your kids are. I'm like that too. I worry about my parents a lot whenever they're out for a long time. I worry that they might have been held-up, adult-napped, robbed, everything.

. . .

   So I left school with my nine-year-old sister to go buy presents for my parents and in the process I made my mom SICK with worry (that's the term she used on me: worried sick).

   I hope tomorrow she'll see it was all worth it.

   Well, gotta go. I'm gonna go pick up the balloons now. Wish me luck.

Family 'R Us

Like many teenagers, I consider my barkada as my family. Aloha's the single mom.

Our story is this: Aloha found a baby Aiza Belle lying on the floor of a public CR. She found me in the toilet, Janine in the trash and Jean in a pumpkin field. She decided to adopt us all. Hahaha. So Aiza is Floor (aka Tile) Baby, I'm Toilet (Bowl) Baby, and Janine is Trash (RB - Recycle Bin :P) baby. Hahahahaa. I wonder which is a better place to be abandoned in, a toilet or a trash can. Hmmm..

Aloha has two brothers. One is Jason D. (really, everyone just calls him Dacs) and the other is Bannard. Bannard (PRETEND!-) married Aiza when she was ten, so Aiza (PRETEND!-) married her uncle.

Anna is the pet from outer space. People keep asking us what kind of pet she is, so to clarify, she's not a dog or cat or fish or lizard; she's an anna. An anna named Anna.

So yeah it's pretty weird. We're called the Weird Family after all! :)

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Anyway, just this afternoon, Marc Paul became a member of our family!

But Aloha didn't wanna be married to him (or anyone else, for that matter), so his new role in our family is Aloha's textmate. Hahaha! His idea.

Watching them is pretty fun because whenever Aloha gets a call from this unknown guy, Marc puts his mouth close to the receiver so the guy on the other end will hear. He starts calling Aloha "darling" and "langga". Hahaha!

Speaking of calling people, for some reason I don't know, he's calling Sir Lopez "Big Brother." He also calls Sir Raran "kuya". So yeah, he really does belong in our family :P

Just Something I Noticed

   One thing I've learned from observing the boys around me is that boys who take offense at being called gay might actually be gay. Boys who act gay for fun won't end up gay.

   I dunno, just a theory. Needs to be proven first, so I'll be waiting until one of them actually lands a boyfriend or a date at Navigator's.