As Time's hands, Life's feet, and I converge.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

"Why is love intensified by absence?"

Perhaps, Clare has been very feminine and she waits all longing for her Henry, not only because she has her assurance, but maybe also because that is simply loving. And that is beautiful.

I admire her, for being there; it is very nefarious to know that someone you love is wandering, somewhere out of time, and on the other timeline he is dead. And he is your husband. And he told you to wait and just wait, double your age now perhaps.

But I do not believe that Clare is just a sick, crazy woman who loves the oblivion - and sleep, and will not get over someone.

She is tough enough to be living with her child whose face keeps on reminding her Henry. Prior to, Clare is brave already just to wait for two years before she meets Henry when she can go out at the age of 18, and then not when time came, Henry did not remember her at all (but of course, you have to read to understand). And, most of all, to be accepting his enormously enraging genetic disease, what is known in the future as Chrono-Displacement.

While the going gets tough, she is tough to get going. One thing to be admired.

I inevitably started this blog post with a quick overview of The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, I have recently finished reading. And in the midst of these threadlike strings that is the wool of my brain, it has dawned on me that I can actually relate the heart-wrenching plot of the book into the excerpt/quote, going to be elucidated minutes after reading this, maybe. Being tough, or brave, to do something that can almost break your heart - the path of life has been very harsh, and someone can continue walking on it - an inspiring epitome.

My heart stops pumping, almost real. I cannot concentrate. Perhaps, my fingers have their own mind, and they have decided to stop holding the pen, to write whatever I am thinking, and that is sufficient and fit for the theme indicated for the certain 'gala' I am competing. I am on the verge of lament; I am already dumbfounded and cannot think of anything at that moment.

Miraculously, in the deep depths at the back of my mind, is a memory: my jaded, stained, life. Once in a while people do something they would regret doing, like Isagani of El Fili, saving wicked people, and then even asking why has he done that? And my memory once again made me feel horrible, made me reminisce that time I regret the most, tried to forget with all effort, and endeavored to start by forgiving myself with. An honest mistake, an honest mistake I will, maybe, bring with me to adulthood, by that time maybe a few will remember, including me.

Fortunately, this shame I am clung onto, is what I just needed all along. The topic; someone who made a mistake and how did he even end up feeling fulfilled or something. My thought; just the right thing to write. If it hadn't been for my mischief, what would I write? If it had not been me, then I will not end up standing. If it hadn't been for me, and my silly self, and my perseverance to still get through the day after that horrible, stained experience, forgetting people who had stepped on me, and those who laughed at a mistake, where would I be now?

I am repetitively engaged in a new self, still trying to ponder where would I put myself in this world, trying with all mind to think whether I should keep going; a day-by-day process - and everyone gets through it, too. And the obvious answer is, everyone should keep going even when that certain going is the free void.

I am one of the people who can endure, and survive, smiling.

I feel myself as both Clare, and Henry; Clare of the present that is me going to walk the path of life until I see Henry - myself as who I am supposed to be, the future me. When the going gets tough, the tough get going, I may say to myself.

Do me a favor, to the one who can read this, promise that in the near future, we'll say that.

On the last two pages written: Clare and Henry met; Clare is 82, Henry is 43. He time-traveled. And it seemed fulfilling, enchanting to having read that. I felt the need to say this. I hope it can decode your goal, too.

Math - it's really a complicated thing.

I will definitely cherish this. I know I will. After all, I was the audience. I am not going to sweat at all. And finally, for the first time in my tragically written high school life, I enjoyed Math.

Although, this one is disappointing for that matter - I didn't do the solving and all, that's why.

It was Math Festival, I must tell you.

I might exaggerate things, so before I can tell what I have witnessed on stage, this is a warning. If you don't want some embellished words, then so be it.

Our stage was filled not only with people but also anticipation for what is in store. And as we start with the proclamation of some unrelated thing (King and Queen of Science), it was again time to appreciate the power of Math, yadda yadda... Then I realized that I cannot recount the events that had happened the morning because I was too busy laughing at what's on stage... except that Pam and Morris sang on stage as a number.

But I guess the morning part did not really serve as important. It was some kind of introductory part, therefore, the afternoon part was the main event. But I am going to tell you what happened before it.

Summer and I were wandering around the school looking for Migs, when we saw the Juniors' representative for Math Trail. I am trying so hard to keep on following them - I really am excited with trails and all, but I had no luck.

Quiz bee. Every contestant was under pressure, I think. I was also under pressure that time. But in due time I went away, I don't want to spoil myself - I'd rather have my classmates Eula, Shane and BJ (our representatives) to tell me personally, rather than I would know myself. If they won, then instantly I would greet them. If they lose, then it would be very fine. I could not have participated better.

They lost. But I really didn't care about their place anymore. I know they're very smart.

So, in the advent of another collaborative event in the afternoon, The Math Jingle competition happened. Singing Mathematician happened. Ginoo and Binibining Sipnayan happened. I was very overjoyed with all of them. I can see the biggest smile from Migs, as well as the eyes of Kit, confirming a delighted joy.

So, in Math Jingle. Jirah was the leader, of course, and I have a pretty good feeling they'll win this. And from the looks of it, I was halfway right. Juniors' performance ate my sadness away, and then I bet on it they'll win. The Seniors were a great threat, though.

Up next, Singing Mathematician. Ryiel, a qualified confidant, was picked for the contest. He sings very well, perhaps you can compare it to Alexander Max Band ( I recommend you listen to Only One and Take Hold of me, and Tonight they're the best I've heard). Yeah, as a friend, there's a part of me that loved it because I'm a friend and the jealous part that wished I had a voice like that. Nevertheless, when he sang... well, the results were pretty erratic.

Then, Ginoong Sipnayan. I really don't want to talk about this... all the more elaborate. I am pretty much bitter because of Jamich. Well, if you talk about Jamich at school they'll say Jam and Michael. But when it comes to me, I only remember Jamvhille and Paoline ( I saw them personally - they're kind of celebrities, uh-huh.)

So, everything turned out fine. As expected, Michael almost got everything except popularity, and Jam went 1st runner up. The former said was proclaimed Ginoong Sipnayan. And although it somehow did not concern my thoughts anyhow, I felt proud, knowing they're both cool and juniors.

As for Math Jingle, I guess every junior was dismayed when Seniors got the title, Juniors went as second. And for the Singing Mathematician, Ryiel was third. Nice try, but I know he can sing so much better.

For the supplementary contests; Jazzel landed third place in poster making (She's absolutely perfect; who in juniors could have done better?), Quiz bee was mentioned a while ago, and the Math Trail - Juniors went last. Oh, and SUDOKU! Joseph turned out to be second place. I admire him for that; I never finished any puzzle.

So that's pretty much how our one-day Math Festival, on November 29, 2011, Tuesday, (Happy birthday, Jestine, I missed you then; why did you get sick?!) ended. Mathematicians rock and roll, and everything turned out fine. I told you I remember this. Thank you very much.

But seriously? I don't get high grades in Math. My averages for the first two grading periods were both 92. So, don't expect me to join Math-related stuff of contests. Ugh.

Whatever. Just solve Algebra to really feel what I feel. Because honestly, I don't know what I feel for this event, too. I am not even sure if this is something of a worthwhile event. But this is good, really good. So help me stop telling anything more.

Okay.

More than an allegorically-written epistle.

My dearest nymph,

I have always accounted you as my inspiration. You never knew me at all, except maybe in the name of 'Ian'. Yes, I was the one who gave you those roses when you and your fiancé instantly broke up - remember the pink roses on your balcony?

My lovely nymph, he promised you the valleys, fields, the mountains. He tried to give you a bed of roses, in a lovely gown and fair lined slippers. That's too much - if someone could not be possibly overwhelmed. But did he succeed? Not to disparage your ex, but doing such an awful horror is not to be practiced under my observations. Such colossal mistake on you I cannot take. I will not let you suffer; moreover, offer you all what I can give. I am not perfect; nevertheless my dear, who is?

Heed my advice, put him aside. I know it will take time - you loved him so much that it ached, am I right? But if you would just give me that special space in your heart I have always wanted to stay in, if you would just! Then I guess that's the point of no return. That's the time when I am to work on your affection.

I am an avid fan of your life. You sing. You dance so gracefully. I swear even when dusk has to come, I won't ever impede myself from being impressed. And by that moment I will still be very vocal until you almost get irritated by my voice that just repetitively said one thing in common; you are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.

Perhaps in the future, when we are old enough, I foresaw tempests will come and separate us. If ever tempests come, you just wait. In the interim, hold a picture of us and reminisce all that has been memorable. By the time your done, you'll glimpse on me by the edge of that picture, smiling at you before a sunset scene. This I promise you, my words will turn into acts.

Although my pocket has worn no cash, and that my hands are full of grease instead of glittering gold, my mind is full of you and no other woman. My heart shouts your name and not any other's.

Can you see us getting married? Because I do not care about that anymore. Since after we're married is a more important thing; and I want us to live in a very quiet place along the seashore - although it is elevated. I do not pretend to be a hopeless romantic, it just so happened that my heart outpours in extravagant joy each time I see you. We will dance with our sons and daughters that learned only the good. We will live in somewhat paradise, only we have to live with an end.

Our youth will never last, why, tomorrow or next decade I might get white hair already, and who knows maybe death would come so fast. But until then, I promise you, we're going to be the happiest couple you're ever going to imagine. We will... be... in its own way, happy.

That's all I can promise you, my nymph. I love you, and it will mark us forever. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I will never stop loving you.

Ian

Words are calm.

I might have considered that day was cool. Except for the fact that I was lost in a big mall. Nonetheless, I was cool. So, yes, it's our field trip. And I cannot forget that day.

I even prepared the things (foods) I need the day before or the morning before. But everything else was outright impressive. We were at school around 5:00 AM. When we were complete, we gathered inside the bus, along with another section.

Of course, our tour guide made some introductions, cracked jokes, and it was of no failure. By all means, I was laughing while observing people near me. The ride was not giving me a headache, for the record. I think that's an achievement.

Soon, one hour or so has passed. We're in Manila. I saw the big globe worth high cost (by our witty gay tour guide he's so intelligent), and we were asked to go off. We're entering Science Discovery Center. I remembered talking to Eula, and she said she once went there; hence, I feel cheap. On the other hand, I feel advantageous, being one of the crowd who will be surprised with what's there's to see.

Lo and behold, the stinking smells I didn't even dare to try. The artificial organs and the scientific red blood cells. The large cool nostrils. Besides these, I cannot remember all. What I know is I'm laughing so much there. Then, we went to the station with the virtual game, the put-the-mechanical-things-in-place. After that, we were told to go up to the second floor. Little did I know that was the part where I really will have some good time...

JUMP BABY BEAR! That's all I can remember about global warming. We were asked to save the baby bear. It's not really something to laugh about so much. But I, like, throw up in great mess there. :))) Then, we were allowed to experience earthquakes and have knowledge about and against them. We were in a virtual place again, then, although it was not impressive. Soon was the greatest part. The dome. The observable universe and what's inside. It really feels cosmic to experience it. I could go and watch it over and over and might take long enough for me to get bored. It took a long time, but for me, it was a second. Next thing I knew, we were going out.

We had lunch and stayed in MOA for short time to follow the schedule. Then, we rode the bus again and we were in The Myth of the Human Body! I got really hyped with the thought of seeing real bodies, foretold. So, what's there's too see? First, we watched a video about (sex) how babies are formed. How important it is to have healthy pregnancy, and how we must cherish our life. Then... Only human bodies with internal organs that has undergone plastination?! How cool is that?! It's some process with regards to storing the body for 100 years up. There are blood vessels. Lungs. Kidneys and livers. Reproductive organs. Eyes real and not. I can still smell up to now the hallucinating odor I had smelled inside the place. There's so many body parts to see. I didn't even know we're going to have an end with it. But I did not regret every moment. I will never forget it. I won't go there alone, though. It's very creepy.

After, we headed straight to Kulturang Pinoy. Along with some Sophies and Seniors, some entertainers managed to keep the cool in us while we wait for the activities. Next, we went inside a room. Some representatives were asked to do something, while we were asked with some questions. And then... the representatives with their minor costumes started showing off their (skills) dancing abilities. Soon after, we are watching them in a video. Honestly, I didn't laugh because of them. I laughed because of something else. =)))... Then, we went to see cultural things and stuff and nipa huts. Then we watched a very heart-warming video of a famous letter of his dad to his child. I knew I shed a tear.

The tour guide asked asked us if we wanted to even just went for a minute to Luneta (we were supposed to go to Rizal Lights and Sounds and I'm clueless about what's in it), but majority said no, excluding me. Oh well. We went to Mall of Asia once again, for some trips with friends. As our final itinerary...

So, this is the part where we don't know where we're going and et cetera. I even got lost. Nevertheless, I ate. i had fun. And though it's really frustrating, it's somehow cool, realizing that someone cares for me. And so at the end of the mall trip, I found happiness.

We rode back home. We were so loud in the bus. They, I mean. I'm so tired. Yet I'm fulfilled. I hope there's more to come.

Bonifacio: A Tale of the Bold

Standing with his sword,

The inevitable truth,

A hero indeed!

Relatively riveting, Ma'am Lenny and in general.

My Teacher, My Hero

a poem

Oblivious to my knowledge,

A decadence of society on a falling edge,

I could neither breathe nor smile,

Will you be there, securing me from the awful vile?

Although devastation may come and seek its hole,

I never fail to conquer my soul,

I live with a plethora of emotions worth a value,

As the line of the song goes, thanks to you.

While the maze has infinitely hurdled,

A hand reached out and I'm not befuddled.

I may cry a liter of tears, or have floundered so many times,

With you saying everyone climbs, I will push myself to life.

Journey, yes, it's still a long way to mention,

I may still need to seek my own redemption.

Still, my best wishes to the paths we both take,

Someday, I'll give you cakes you yourself know how to bake.

Throughout the course of this literature which is mine, I understood that I have made a poem for someone special. A person who has been struggling on an endeavor with regards to molding me to what I ought to be. It may be a little suppressed in the demeanor of how I sometimes talk about her, about conquering my mind with an abundance of values I seem not to understand so well, the thought that I can hardly decipher what had conjured to make her chuckle, and how every day would become a hellish yet fulfilling one.

And while it is subtle and even embarrassing to say it, this is a simple thank-you gift which I don't know if you can appreciate well, a poem. If not with you, I may have not survived my first year and whatnot. I cannot count how many times have I fulfilled things without your support and guidance.

So, yes, about to whom I dedicate this; Ma'am Lenny, thank you for everything. Early regards, I will never forget you in the future. Happy teacher's day!

And so with the others, Ma'am May. I won't forget how you can change my view on third year teachers. You're the coolest, I swear. Ma'am Juliet, Ma'am April, Ma'am Evelyn, Ma'am Jenny Ann, Ma'am Malou, Ma'am Arlyn, Ma'am Benilda Orsal, Sir Ces... Happy teachers' day! In fact, it's just now that I realized the poem can be for everyone.

I'm great now. I still need your advice. You are my second teachers, after all. I must admit, impediments were lessened courtesy of you. And even though it is nonsense for me to tell that you are close to me, for I am not, it is my pride to be your student. I can not be your contestant in Chemistry or Math, I'm not that good in spelling, why, I sometimes do not get your lessons, Sir. I may have had bad feelings when you underestimate my intellectual capacity, but at least, we can tolerate them - which is not your advantage - and we really do need your help. Teachers, I don't know if doing these blogs especially made by us will make your hearts shout and run and whatnot, I don't know if you lie with your dynamic beliefs, all I know is - despite the negativity that is you teach with payable amount - you love us, more than what your salary tells you to do. You're treasures, what could we do without you?

With five or six words, I say: We love you very much, teachers.

Inevitable yet to be discovered.

"What could be worse than taking examinations in a rush, holding a pencil once again, and not going to school afterwards?" For a second thought, I realized our NCAE would bring us joy, for one thing: we'll take a break from classes.

While sitting there, doing practically nothing except breathing and almost perforating my index finger with a sharp pencil marked "IAMNINOYIAMCORY" I have just borrowed from Eula, the teacher went inside 3-H room where we were assigned prior to the exams proper, told the clichéd mechanics, then one by one the so-called 'way to shape the future', the answer sheets and test booklets, which for one I did not take seriously, were given. First we answered the first page, EDQ, ICT, and the course yadda yadda... When the clock struck at 8:20 AM, I'm not sure, we read the first question for Reading Comprehension.

My mind flew as I shaded those egg-like oblongs, hopefully I shaded the correct egg, and like my mind which thought of so many things in a matter of minutes, minutes rapidly went hours, and little did I know, it was already 12:00; and I was left answering Entrepreneurial Skills together with Marcell and Marcson. As Marcell finished, I was halfway, and then done almost the same time Marcson ended with the last item. Our teacher - obviously, we, or I, did not even know her name but I admit she looked beautiful (or her physique I guess) - said we could leave, so there we go... others were shouting when I came out of 3-H room. "Finally! NCAE's were done!" And I was there sighing in relief, too.

But while the strong yet refreshing winds came rushing through my face, my eyes were looking afar from my standing. It was looking on a tree - the tallest of them all, and in my head is a question: Will I be standing taller than that tree?

Then I remembered my mentors when they said that that piece of paper we are going to take blithely are going to help us shape our future. I once said that I want to be a doctor. And in that moment, I felt so fulfilled that in a very juvenile age, I can articulate what I want to be. And so while taking the test, I remembered, I took a hard time answering Scientific Ability.

My teachers told us that scholarships were given to us when we take exams, and I want to soar high when I reach college. So, this is the part where I take credibility of myself for even reading a Biology book - nota bene, I did not encounter Biology questions mostly - and I felt infinite after thinking about it.

I just said, "Whatever the results, I must pursue what I mostly want."

So, why did I want to become a doctor?

• To help the needy patients;
• To get an apt money for a family;
• to be luxurious;
• for my parents to be proud; and
• to help patients in dire need of attending to and for them to remember me when I die.

I realized, the first four are almost said by many, but it's just now I've totaled why I want to become a doctor. I want somebody to say when he sees me again, "Oh! He's that doctor who did everything to save me/my daughter/ my son/ my wife!" And there would be an immense feeling in my heart that would pound and and make me smile all day long. And that's what I would want to feel in the mere future. And that's why I'm studying. And that is - for how many times? - why I'm writing this all about, to be a doctor.

Riding in the bus with Joar, Eula, Jazzel, and Ara going home, I didn't realize this. But as I write this, I had the most beautiful smile. A smile, I thought, that would mean a different meaning for the 4-letter abbreviated examinations.

I wanted to fulfill my dreams, and so I took the NCAE.

Plummeting upon an illusory tear.

I really am imponderable, I guess. The moment my teacher told us about this, my mind ran out of ideas that probably eluded their existence from my brain so that I may not really understand what am I. So, tell me, what am I?

To start off, my mommy said I'm forgetful, notorious, all the negativism I can recall. Perhaps, I just could not retaliate what has she said good, but I don't keep that in mind.

At school, I have friends, or at least the singular form. I don't know. I just hate people very much, just because of instances. Or so, and they too hate it. If I do not get along with other people, my intuition says it's okay, for they do not know what they are missing. I don't know, I'm egoistic.

I personally love to draw. Only, if I decide to draw some comic strip or something, I can only draw legs and neck and busts, or face and muscles, similarly akin to anime guys. It would most probably look cool to me.

And most recently, my parents and I had fun playing cards. And with that I felt so calm. And pure.

What am I talking about? I just felt the need to say it, though. It's just an immense elucidation of my skin concealed from some superficially perfidious eyes of the judgmental, after all. And to flourish the sincerely slow unraveling of myself. What kind of hero would I sound if I would not give a definite answer? So here I go... saying I'm an oblivion tree.

I firmly believe that there is no full contemplation on what a person really is, unless he is described by God. And also, the simplest thing I can eventually reckon about my human mind is that it does not take things systematically. I do not look like someone who paints the world with such vigor and splendiferous, wow, and can y0u deem I can just write about something, obviously unaware I could complete a sentence without looking back?

Confused, discombobulated, disentangled - you name it, but every person has his own jigsaw puzzle to solve, a house to construct, better yet a tree to grow himself. And what I can regard is that I can always ensure taking care of that tree - and it will stand tall, like its caretaker.

Our teacher told us to compare myself to a tree, and like what oblivion means - nothingness - there is only one tree like that. I'm incomparable, and I am a Filipino, hence, I can be the tree I can look up to, which is nothing at all. Does this blog post sound void?

So, are you aware of the famous tree - oh yeah, there's none like that, like the name itself. Perchance you are now. And therefore, unlike an apple tree we have probably read in our story books, or told by our fancy preschool English teachers, that sufficed all the blessings she had to the boy, I do not. I have already proven that when forever is given, there is no taking back. The only thing that would mull over things is the knowledge that we do not have to repeat it. I give, but unlike an apple tree, I could not give all for I know I should partake for myself; and for the record, I kind of revealed a pearl of tear when I read the last part of The Giving Tree, saying all that she has was given, and I felt the wholehearted love in it.

Embellished nostalgia.

While other students my age could easily get over something like - what, eternal happiness, I would be left on cloud nine, trying to put myself back... and I constantly fail.

Have I been waiting all along for my Intramurals clothes to be washed, so I can wear them all day long, recalling what it felt to be cosmic. Day after day...

From the nook of my head, I recall it was a hectic day; Ma'am May told us to bring cameras which I hesitatingly borrowed from Joseph and Eula. I recalled Jestine talking to me about some Shakespeare's idioms or so I thought that meant as whole different story. I recalled some people running to and from the Maliksi Building, in their loose red shirt, with a horse symbol on the center, and I realized I too, was in the same crowd. Oh, yes, it was a sports event. Okay.

Basically, I'm not sporty. Far from my stature's potential, I never got the hang of playing, slash watching basketball, or volleyball, or table tennis, and even chess, goodness, I don't win any match. But straightforwardly, I did enjoy this two-day event. Perhaps because this is too phenomenal, or it's just that we're not going to have classes for two days. Just kidding.

It was 8:00 AM, or did I lose track of time, when I found myself listening to our principal's welcome address accompanied with superficially pathetic adjectives 'long yet meaningful' and I must admit, it was really meaningful - and long.

So despite the task that was documenting the events, I'm sure my colleagues and I would agree that we did not have a bad time. After *drumrolls, the hot people are here* Mr. and Ms Physiques were introduced, and the cheer dances were superbly accomplished, ever-gorgeous Ma'am Myra got the mike, and together with the school head, mustered the sentence: Let the games begin!, with a jump ball from each team captains from four levels.

The next thing I can remember is that I was in the Physics Lab, momentarily watching chess boys, while being the loudest. I know contestants there would not mind me, but the facilitators were. I remember, one time, while two girls were almost done playing, and someone said 'checkmate', I quickly peeked, and I was surprised to realize it's not yet! So absentmindedly, I said, "Here!" While moving the rook piece which is supposed to be invalid. A teacher went and I went frantic, eluding the laboratory. That was the scariest and most unforgettable moment. Anyway I got what I wanted, the results and pictures.

I didn't bother to watch basketball, partly since I had no interest, 'Boo it was bragging and all,' but mostly, because someone is documenting it already. And I just don't want to see it, that's all, or was I being odious?

So instead of deliberating my discombobulated thoughts, I just went by walking and passing the gym. So I stayed there, almost unable to hear my own voice, because the crowd's voice was even louder than thunder, it seemed. An event like sack race defeated basketball - block A's audience impact? What a big surprise. There, with Jazzel, we watched as Jaffet hopped like a grasshopper, and I was overjoyed, forgetting my great yearning for drinks. So obviously what I did was to go to canteen, eat and drink, and rest...

The next thing I knew, I was in front of the computer, while in front of the TRC was patintero playing. When I needed to go back to room, someone I knew was going to where I came from, and I cannot look at her entirely. It was 3:00 PM or something, and she just came out of the Physics Lab - the one I pawned in the chess games. I saw her face weird. For a second thought, 'Oh she stayed long for another chess game with Jazzel.' And I chuckled a bit. It was plainly weird for it was hot, normally in the afternoon, the sky would cry. But maybe it's in the Lord's plan...

I was still stretching my arms for I think I had sprain, slash cramps while sleeping there for no apparent reason, when I remembered I need to wear my red shirt again. I recalled, "A whole day of documenting again, eh? I would find time enjoying the stay, I guess." And I could just be the most accurate fortuneteller.

I didn't document most of the day. I just stayed in the TRC, and some introduction for the said documents. I reckon my bloodshot eyes were in deep suffering, but my mind was elsewhere. Every time I hear hearsay that basketball-girls is going to start, I remembered telling myself, "This is one great frolic to end the sports event." So without any repercussions, I left the computer, thinking I have all the time, time to time watching the girls do their thing. I cannot help but to pity Joanna for she guarded a huge (not to criticize) opponent and I heard she had bruises everywhere. I could feel how juniors acted when Debbie shoots a ball. And amidst this, I could feel my heart pounding, thinking if I didn't watch this, even just looking a bit then going back to the TRC, I would have missed half of Intrams' spirit. Ate Cristelle decided to go home so we cleaned the room we stayed in, said goodbyes, I rode our van, slept, and I went off to Dreamland... Sunday was a different story, I went to church, then to school... my head aches. But I guess when you aim on prizes, headaches are not excuses.

It was awarding ceremonies; the principal was not there, only teachers, several of them to witness the events, and same goes with the students, all roaring and shouting. I was sitting there; expecting not to stand since I didn't play anything, but at least to cheer for the team makes people glad. Two hours or less became minutes, everyone even though last place, was having a good time, and I thought that would suffice everything. Tug-of-war, sack race,... basketball-boys, MVP's, Cheerdance, Mr. and Ms. Physique, and the over-all. I thought if we were last that was a shame but I couldn't blame them because I didn't play myself. While thinking about it, Green Chevrolet (First year) was called and received fourth. Then, both Yellow Lamborghini and Red Ferrari went as 2.5, 2nd year and third year (us) respectively, and of course, Blue Porsche won, the fourth year.

I never cared about the awarding anymore. As long as I know I'm glad with what I felt, and that is pure happiness. What would be better than unity? My heart almost skipped a beat when I realized III-N was no longer isolated, or perhaps we were momentarily united with other sections, but to feel it is enough for me to feel infinite again.

As classes resume, my mind was still left in the gym, it was watching the event over and over again. My friends told that was our blog, and now I snapped out of my relentless and constant mind thinking about the Intrams', thinking it was deja vu, and I found myself typing this blog post for English-III. And while it is not directly thought of many, I knew I played something big in our sports event, thinking this is one of the rarest sports event I actually enjoyed. Of course I'll get tired reminiscing it, but how do pictures and memories help? I really felt happiness, pure happiness.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtCCvduQmQo and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCP6bko_4nI&feature=player_embedded#! made me cry so much.

Rest in peace those who died 10 years ago from September 11, 2011. I didn't have any relative - a daddy dead but hearing these voices really made a flood of tears here. I am still crying. The keyboard's very wet. And I don't care at all, I'll just listen to these videos until I cannot cry anymore. :'(

9/11 should have never happened.

Indisputable.

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Recalling

No. 1

Love does not alter. Love stays, even when it's impossible to hold on.

Love can stay firm even uproar comes along the way - it is after all, the reason why people need to wake up and still find the reason to live. And so it does not shake despite catastrophes.

Everything can wither, but unlike a shattered flower that can never bring back its honorable beauty, love can and never has it stayed for nothing but a finite moment.

No. 2

Love is an ever-fixed mark. Tattoos can fade, and so can the colors of the rainbow binding love. But it will always leave a mark no one can deny.

Love is a guide to one's true inspirations and the meaning of what he lives for, why he does that, and an ever-new reason to love. In a dark forest with no lights or fire, it is the star that can save.

Love bears any. Love is not born because of such infatuations even children cannot bear seeing. It sees with the heart, and by the moment it soars the promise that is bravery endowed together with hope, it can endure any pain. And by the power of the latter said, love wins.

B. Interpretation

Does it hurt when you walk with no slippers on? Love, in its simplest form, is the way to something that is purely incredible, and even though they say love is blind, it is in fact the eyes that we need to walk safely even there are no slippers. Love lifts us to a new haven that is far better from before – even we are lost or stupefied. And like the distance from the unbeknownst nothingness, love’s power is infinite; to believe it is faith. And though we may really measure it, the “star’s” true meaning can never be known by the human mind and only the feelings – true feelings of the heart can.

C. Extending

If it weren’t for Sonnet 116, it would still become a long way to go before anything can ever touch my heart with the true essence of love. Books said it is never resentful, Second Glance insinuates that even death could be defied with the love caressing. Movies can prove love is most powerful when main characters kiss and disobeys parents. And William Shakespeare is such a great man for he has contemplated the meaning of love by using few words. If I was to write something about love, I may have consumed 2 papers or so and still not decipher what it really is all about.

Who would deny that love is a very strong tool to forever? Do you see old couples? I can just imagine myself with a partner. I believe that people must be strong for their love’s sake, and even though the holocaust has become more obstructing, and when the lights have gone out, it is a job to control the world with love.

Love is an ever-fixed mark. Tattoos fade, and so is love. But as time goes, everyone can still see the faded stain – rather mark, that will stay there. “Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.” Shakespeare, wow, just wow. I know when you love you make sacrifices, and when you endure you win.

I believe Shakespeare has loved, and only love can bring out the finest words ever to be written. This sonnet is a piece of fortune, and Shakespeare, I do agree with you. Through the course of this sonnet, I remembered reading a book, A Walk to remember, and how I bawled very much. It has thought me several lessons about love, how it surpasses the impossible, and while death can separate two people's hands, it cannot vanish love which is there forever.

“If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.” And no, he does not lie when he say something about love.

Untying the Mangled.

M: Christian, I have never expected you here.

I: Why, Ma'am May, I never did, too.

M: It's the first time to see you here.

I: Uh. But Ma'am, I'm always here! Maybe it just had happened we never bumped into each other yet.

M: Trust me, Ian. I have already known people who always go here; and you're not in the list. Gees, What brings you here? I will never mind it if you have company... is Joar here? Ricky?

I: No, he's not here apparently, Ma'am. Neither Ricky. I just want to think about our radio drama. The topics. I thought it would be better to do it in a peaceful place. :) Believe me Ma'am that's all.

M: I see, with all the doodles of lyrics there... you have drawn on your paper. And a cup of coffee already cold. To sum it: you in a, well, very tranquil, calm, coffee shop... those six words can never be fixed in a sentence I believed once. (You, in, a, tranquil, coffee, shop excluding other synonymous things) I don't believe you.

I: It so happens I have not thought of my life yet. It so happens, Ma'am, that some people earn something for a change. Do not mind me Ma'am. Pretend I'm not here. Pretend I'm dead.

M: Ian, there are some things man has kept with himself. But you are still a fine boy. You have by all means not found your console yet. Man has already brought himself to a higher level of self-thinking. And you have not yet. Never will that happen if no one will talk to you sincerely.

I: Ma'am. I'd rather keep it to myself; I will never forgive myself if I don't resolve it myself. I don't feel like talking to anyone, forgive me. I do not know... every time I think of it the pain adds a little more. I cannot take it anymore. I'm sorry.

M: Oh. Is that so? Have you ever thought that I'm still your teacher? Anyway, your grades in English will be written in red pen slash pencil... (but before Ma'am continues, Ian blurts out.)

I: Okay here it goes! See, I just can't help but shed a tear. Is that enough already? Or enough to get you a red pen, Ma'am? I hate my life.

M: What about your life?

I: See, I have just felt like nobody fits as a friend anymore. Also, I have been torn. I don't know exactly what to do. Add our Analytic Geometry problem that requires a tremendous Euclidean mind. And I know, for one, that this is just a fraction of it.

It's like everything's going to explode!

M: Ian, how can I understand you if you, yourself would not understand you?

I: That's the point, Ma'am. I have been suffering great dilemma lately.

M: I don't see it in you.

I: That's why I'd rather keep my mouth shut.

M: No, it's useless. Tell your problem, and I promise to keep it a secret.

I: But... I bet you still won't understand. Candor as I may talk, I really lost a friend. I have been imagining myself unaffected. I have always dreamed of smiling always, I've been practicing therapeutic something something and it's all a big loss. I have just proven I'm not a great person after all.

M: No one, in my life, could be as perfect as me, you know. I hope you get my point.

I: I'm trying, Ma'am.

M: See, Ian. Whoever this person is, I hope you find the spirit to live without him. It will never be easy, for some time in our life, there's a special person, regardless of the sex, that will come and turn your whole world upside down, spark you for the first time in your life, then get mad at you, and say a goodbye without opening his mouth. It hurts. And what's strange? Even the happiest people experience it.

I: I know, Ma'am. It's never easy.

M: Do not cry, Ian. Whoever that person is, I hope he sees you. I don't want you crying.

I: That would never happen. I don't think she, apologies, he would never realize the pain. Sometimes, I think no one regrets my loss. I don't know. Do you feel it? When everything goes the other way around, you're so upset, but then it just happens that no one cares at all?

I must be crazy, huh.

M: Ian. Have you ever experienced a day without food?

I: No. I eat food 5 times a day. I drink more soft drinks than anyone can drink. I could have sold those for enough savings. I get your point, Ma'am.

M: See, you get it. We are going there; problem is you don't appreciate things. Frankly, I hate you for thinking like that. Do you think people would really love going with you if you think negatively? I don't think so. You're one of the luckiest people! Problem is you don't think of it. Let others feel you. Your presence! You're there, a person, you feel, therefore, you're human. You are hurt, and so are they. It's normal; to feel invisible. But then do you realize that sometimes you feel like someone other people look up to?

Bottomline: Ian, do not think like that. Whenever my students have problem, the pain stabs me more.

I: Wow, Ma'am. I guess I've just been pessimistic. And egoistic. And narrow-minded. I guess I've just been dumb again. Unlike anyone else who proved they can be a good friend.

M: Ian. I thought you've realized it? Look at me, do I look like I have a problem (Ma'am looks like she has a problem big time)

I: Uh... yeah.

M: Well I'm not scared to show it. I don't wear a mask.

I: What's with not wearing a mask Ma'am? Are you talking metaphorically?...

M: Yes, Ian. You don't want to feel sad. But everybody will be sad. I meant will, because it's not just a probability. You want me to talk to her?

I: No, Ma'am. And how do you know it's a she?

M: I did not. :) All I know is that you would not be so affected if it's just someone from your classification of gender. Do you want?

I: Thank you, Ma'am. But I know for one you've already helped very much. Now it's my turn to help myself. *hugs, sigh, smile at each other, farewell...*

~000~

Jesus Christ: My Modern Day Hero

(Who would deserve it more?)

Someone told me in the dark depths of solace,

"Give up on a thing you always fail to face!",

But then you came like the card of ace,

To light me up, more than the sun's rays.

The cross wholeheartedly you kiss,

Did you not shed a tear, despite an abyss,

Instead held a grip onto yourself,

Ask me how, who says I can tell myself.

It is heroism after all, fighting the knife,

In a test of faith that is simply life,

And though the course of this piece has gone far,

still my question is,

How do you still find solitude in these?

The lures of our hearts in lyrics...

There had come a time when I had my first crush, and while on my way home riding in a bus, a sad love song played and I was so affected for no reason at all I burst into tears. It was a genuine relief no one heeded me. Also came a time when nothing else would add the happiness than a theme song for my friends (like Price Tag, wherein actually I think I'm the only one who solely remember it for my co-altar servers; or Nanghihinayang for something I still laugh at whenever hearing it). Now, whenever hearing this, I can laugh at those memories.

Once, I had a best friend, and out of the blue we thought of an old song that would mean a lot especially to me. I don't really know if she still knows it but the lyrics are still fresh in my memory, along with those moments. It's Got to Believe in Magic by the way.

And being a junior student, a fortuneteller one actually, I'd like, and know, We'll be a Dream as our graduation song. If ever I'll pass those hard years ongoing and will.

I have always condemned myself to everything where I could hear any sound. At least, when I was a child. Every single time I review for any test scheduled the next day, I lock myself from any disturbing thought. I don't listen to television or my mom when she tells I need to eat adequately. But I know it was before, and when I accidentally watched Doraemon wherein an episode completely epitomized me - a boy who got completely farcical when he studied for some tests without hearing anything - I honestly got frightened. There are so many factors, really. And I gave out an example. Do-ra-e-m-mon... even this cartoon has a nice pick of tune. And yes, I got into music very much since then.

My betterment in terms of good taste in music not only includes those that affect me; but also the piffle-classified; which I realized loosened up some things I think hardly, and nothing at all. Like, California King Bed, or The Time, or On the Floor, or most especially, Therapy. Why, who says I'd partied so hard or made out with someone and then went ten thousand miles apart, unable to forget the taste of climax?, or I got so emotional that I almost slashed my wrists and just wanting to be appreciated so badly? I listen to them merely for relieving exhaustion; and who knows maybe someday I can even relate to those. Maybe I thought rightly.

Isn't it awesome how, for instance, you cannot decipher what you feel - sometimes you're sad, then happy, then the next thing you know your imponderable mood changed it swing again - then here comes a song that fitted the needle to mend the strings attached, so you breathed a sigh, totally relating to it? Trust me, you're not alone. I feel you.

I always count songs as my safe haven, a console, better yet a well-written diary I can just express my feelings through it. When there came a time for love, songs are always there. My mom cannot give me a proper advice, for 1) she must not know it, for awkwardness's sake and 2) it's too embarrassing to tell it. Yes, my friends are there, but what could they do? Laugh at my buffoon-looking state? They give a fine advice, but at least, embarrassing too.

When I just cannot see what's wrong with me, there are songs about life, about realizations and how to deal with it with such competence and confidence joined. And when something funny goes along with this trend, music never fails to give me the total impact.

Weird thing, huh? Music may vary from what my mind has journeyed already: Rock, Ballad, Classic, Old, Pop, Rap, or Love (what with so many genre. I'm not a know-it-all to state the right, et cetera.) Or, it may vary to a deeper meaning whether it deals with fixing a broken heart, or about cold nights I can just sleep without shedding a tear, or just enough to laugh at. Point is, we all have a memory to cherish, let alone feel, with ourselves sometime in our life; like songs enveloped in our human iPod, heart. As for me, I am the perfect example of someone captivated with those trinkets that have surprisingly big effects.

I must admit, they give me motivations to choose what's right or wrong; at the same time inspirations to do good next time, or keep up the good work, whichever. Music is the aurora of the North and South Pole when everything else is cold and dark... just like the aurora, it is beautiful, and has many meanings depending on the definer. I love the aurora, as for me.

Wait, my favorite song's playing on the radio.

First things first.

This is my requirement blog/English III blog. Yep, heard, rather read that well. This is my blog.

I need not actually to put first things first, but whatever I want to say goes here, anyway. So, basically, "Miracles do happen" is a paraphrase of my life into words; anything is here, from the smallest bauble to that greatest things that would move me, from the way I breathe, to the way I don't. This is where a hero lets it all out. And yes. It is stated in my header. So I hope I don't let you whine for some matters I write here down. Thank you very much.

For the benefit of getting to know an unpopular lad, and because blogs are all about getting to know the blogger for real. And what do you know; maybe some stalker, scratch that, follower out there would like to see me as a blogger.

• I just want to disentangle my life in words. Some of it.
• I’m an outcast to many people in the crowd, in the limelight whenever with my friends. I’m completely a stranger if I don’t know you by heart. Good luck making friends.
• I kiss remotes. I always love them. Reason why tardiness is my middle initial, and wear eyeglasses, but I lost them anyway. Old school since then. I love Spongebob Squarepants, who are you to judge.
• An altar server/knight of the altar. It doesn’t show if we meet at school, in fact, only few people know I do this, but mind you, when I’m already there, I can be the most beatific person you’ll ever meet.
• Anime became a part of me since childhood: like, 4, 5 or 6, I don’t know. Until now, I still spend time watching it. One time, I flunked Science exam because I bought a CD of Pokemon the night before it. Exaggerated for crying out loud.
• Started reading books since I was in third grade, but I never got the hang out of it. A friend had influenced me, and now, I’ve been coping and loving printed words again.
• Fun fact, the first book I read in third grade… I lost it. It’s a book filled with many stories. Anyway,Secret Island was a book my sister and now I own it. Still haven’t finished it. It’s next in line though, after my second to the last.
• Harry Potter has captivated me and now, I’m trying to look for cash and time to buy a set of books. But I can stick with borrowing for now, at least. Dumbledore, you’re going to be proud of me once I memorize all of the spells. Accio, Levicorpus, Agua Menti, Avada Kedavra, and so much more. And oh my god, I cannot take it ended so soon when I just started being a fan.
• Sleepyhead by day, insomniac by night. Enough said.
• A junior student at Cavite National Science High School, and I must admit, high school is really nice so far. I'm not going to elaborate this, because obviously I could go more and say more, and only get far-fetched, until I finally arrive at the first sentence of this. And basically, I am going to write about it and my life, anyway, so why bother?
• I love playing with my sometimes-long-oftentimes-short hair. I always feel cool whenever my hair is nicely done. Yes, that, and some other things. And I love to feel cool in the comfort room, when other people won't see me, so I could think I'm handsome and all. There's no denying I'm good in imagining. It comes true.
• Got millions of male hormones. Every guy loves girls who have sweet scent, beautiful face, and of course, tits. One of those. What I thought blogging is supposed to be honest. But I'm telling you, body does not count as part of the criteria when it comes to love. No worry, no worry.
• Snob; I think so.
• I had patched up my heart once, and I swear it’s not that easy fixing it. Boy, just looking for threads and a needle is screwing, how much more when you mend it? I don’t even know how to, it's a miracle. Wow, am I going to slash my wrists now?
• I do not believe the all-time favorite deception: the nature of the clichéd ‘friends forever’. I have been, twice, the epitome of a victim believing that there is such thing as that. Yes, and I mean this.
• And I don’t know if I can handle the next time I will be deceived. I should have known that only Jesus was, is, and will be my best friend.
• I have a cool life, but I’m still searching for the hero I am obliged to find. Then I’ll have my saving grace.
• A Walk To Remember (by Nicholas Sparks) is an instrument that made my life different, and the way I look about it. Jamie Sullivan, you will be forever my one and only fictional woman. As for Landon, I know I can be you if I believe in myself. I love both of you. Both heartbeats and heartbreaks. Very, very tragic.

My blog is a piece of my life. Anything here belongs to my heart, from the smallest bauble to the greatest things that would move me, from the way I breathe, to the way I don’t. And this is where a hero lets it all out.

I realize that something must be wrong with anyone.

There are no specifics actually - of course I can name people but heck, who am I to do so - and being someone who observe and can be observed, I may just list what is it wrong. And to reveal it, I do think what's wrong is what we see. I honestly used myself.

Being someone who can tolerate things hardly, what I see is what I perceive easily, and sometimes what we really thought right is something wrong. There is a mixture of implied pride that easily goes into us, blinding us to resist acceptance. We hardly know, then, what is wrong, and sometimes, even if it's us who really are wrong... we still fight for what we hold onto.

How do you accept mistake easily, for heaven's sake, by the way? One careless thing for us to step into is what we think would come off easily, is not that safe. If you go into something and not ready for the consequences, why take it? Sometime in our life we would realize it. Is it our fault, or some kind of misinterpretations only? In this hodgepodge, we will never really know what to do now.

And going back, just because what we think is right (pertaining to a specific mishmash), and we have a number of acquaintances to support, we forget to view other factors.

I hope this goes to everyone concerned. And for my part, too. I guess it's time to let go... just completely ignore what happened months before, and take loads of bravery for tomorrow. If others are going to stay, it's their choice actually. But I don't really need to hope piteously because I have a life too. Enough said.

After all, there's another day to look forward too. I think my eyes are fixed.

P.S. I still think everyone is affected, and it's not something like one person could be a culprit. I'm going to put this in my head, I'm never going to forget easily. But I'll do my best to not hear those echoes some people would add; like Joar says I'm bad. Maybe, but my opinion is valid for me at least; and to tell someone a comment is not hurtful at all, I've realized. --- (<- And oh, this symbol I used to think meant two definitions. But now it only seems to define the word end).

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

I was the perfect epitome of someone who was a dense idiot, if not dimwitted, when my teacher asked us a question. It made me ponder upon my existence and everything. I was on the verge of exasperation because I really cannot find an answer at the moment.

What was the reason for my living, anyway?

Once, I considered myself jealous of a friend. For all he owns and does right now, he can do everything he wants and manipulate every single detail that gets in his way. Whatever I can think of out of this just adds to my list of frustrations. If I were like him and to be him, I wouldn't have to be a loser, right? I wouldn't be the second place every time we have to be together. That means I won't have to live to be his shadow all over again.

Ever since then, my life changed.

I want to be a hero. I want to be a doctor. I really want to wear the lab gown and hold scalpels, and save the day by saving my patient. This does not involve being a president-country and hero-freedom relationship, but I really want to be (my apologies for being one of the egotistical persons you meet) prominent in others' eyes. I want them to smile at me when we meet again and remember how I changed them in a way they won't forget. I want to touch others' lives; at the same time touch mine.

The Eiffel Tower. New York City. Australia. I want to travel and experience new things. I want to have lots of tickets to fly to other countries, that's why I study. To get money for those luxuries, and to somehow escape problems (I was futuristic when I say problems.)

Someday, I know I will find that special woman, and together we will take all the odds behind. We will control the world, and will light the world with our love. We will have kids that do not color black pens, but a rainbow. We'll make sure we do the right thing. We'll hold on to each other when that's all we've got. We will love each other, and we will die together. Our coffins would be side by side. Together.

For all I know, these are main objectives of people. I am one of those people, and we strive for it.

When you want to eat already, but your mom forbids you to unless you finish your homework, isn't that motivating you to work harder to reach for your prize? Perhaps, this is somewhat the most superficial yet simplest paradigm of why people continue living. Why they need to get up every morning and be the energetic person they have to be, to repeat the cycle of life all over again... despite its confrontations.

And for someone like me, I haven't really found my real purpose in life yet. Maybe if I spoke too soon, God will change it and if I will not do anything, God will change it again. But there's this dream... even more than what I have said before... being a doctor, going to France, having kids and even surpassing the guy I envied more than anyone, I really want to feel happy. Infinite.

I'm not some kind of bullied malnourished child. I am not saying I don't find peace here. But every person, I believe, has to feel infinite. To feel extremely loved in their own way. To make that happen means to inspire other people, and with that he is loved.

That's my point all along, I guess. Many times have I been trying to touch someone's heart, and constantly failing, but I will not stop. To feel infinite is to feel that I have accomplished something that even I will not believe I did that. I want to be that. I want to have best friends, because from what I have observed, and what I read from The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Charlie achieved his "infinite point" by having friends that made him like that. When I have best friends, I wouldn't have to think my purpose, because I can seize the day.

Maybe it's not like that, huh? Maybe because I want best friends because movies and tips say you can directly tell your best friend what you want to say. I thought being straightforward is enough, but some other people don't realize why I say those things.

And I just realized now that what bothers me most is not the guy I envied most, but my own insecurities. Once I learn to believe in myself, I won't have to think of that anymore.

I may have gotten too far from the topic if someone would read this, but I might as well go to the bottom line. See, I may have a lot of dreams and a lot of wants, but that is life itself. To have goals for us to keep on walking. And to continue living means to continue hoping, that one day, we'll have our own saving grace. I may climb too many mountains and swim an ocean, but I have my friends and family for that. And it's still a long way to go. It takes a lifetime for us to reach the end of our purpose, you know.

And it does not end there.

Slumdog Millionaire; because I cannot get it off my head.

The title summarizes it. I love this movie; how it has gotten into my mind and heart last June 19, night, after watching it, and how it's still here, motivating me. Inspiring me. And this is one of my favorite movies. Forever.

After all the breakthroughs, I really love to watch a movie that would make me unwind. About all things I can't get off my head. One thing I like about yesterday night is not only the new country I have visited, but I also got to know Jamal, whom I consider one of the greatest fictional character made (or maybe he isn't fictional at all. Maybe this movie really showed its mirror by filming this, maybe India is like this). What else am I talking about, it's Slumdog Millionaire, baby.

Up until now, I cannot forget how his life revolved from taking chances with a slight confidence that maybe, he was right; to the gambling moments where he is torn already: he doesn't own any good luck at all.

Maybe everyone already knows about his life (considering the movie was a candidate for 10 nominations and won 8 of those!) but, I might as well tell you for the sake of yours truly.

Jamal Malik was in Who Wants to be a Millionaire, playing for nothing but to let himself see Latika. Later on he had flashbacks of his own life...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slumdog_millionaire (and you thought I'd waste my time if there's internet.) I just hope the net won't get screwed by the time I get old and wanted to read this.

Jamal, the man who won her girl and from the cliffhangers (leaving the train station with the girl), the man who won 20, 000, 000 rupees and who was admired by everyone, faced life's confrontations. He faced it with his full strength. And he took it seriously; not just a game.

I believe life is not just a game; not some Who Wants to be a Millionaire or any other kind of gamble. If I don't take life seriously; who would for me? I am responsible for life myself; and Jamal found his purpose, I guess. Now it's my turn.

Classes on June 6!

After a couple of months doing things I cannot tell if wrong or right, finally we're going back to school! I'm so excited. And just the thought of riding in our old red service van gives me the thrill! I miss those, although it's been a short time since then.

I've already accomplished some given home works, and prepared well my school things. Although I haven't put names on my notebooks and books. And it's a tough task. I can't get my hands off the keyboard and on the papers.

And oh, I bought new shoes, too, because my old shoes just got busted... long before. Just saying.

Still hoping my junior life would be cool. I mean, it started right... mischief managed, and I hope it will never repeat.

A day to remember; a mark to start moving and change things.

What seemed to be so unrealistic and impractical can never be questioned if they came to have an impact in someone’s life, in the strangest situations. Today, June 4, 2011, tears flowed as a new-born baby (yesterday, yes it was) turned cold and departed, of a friend's mother was interred. I was one of the few obvious people who cried, or to subtract some bitterness, shed a tear.

A Plethora of Soothing Stories In a Day

Let me just say that I had one of the best experiences. Though it's not, like, in Africa or Antarctica. I still got hangovers but who cares! I may have sore throat now after lying on the floor and getting all scared, but after the camping, I just might want to go do those things again next year.

So I didn't attend our Brigada Eskwela because I will attend a vocamp (vocational camping) for altar servers. I had high doubts we will get the hang of it and we'll be so happy. Turns out all I need was a little unwinding.

Fulfillment at it's 'less finesse'

After a week - and still counting - of being involved in a Journalism seminar held, of all places, in our school, I find myself reckoning I have done 20+ yawns already. And I discovered my newest talent: sleeping anywhere as long as there's a chance. I suppose I learned several things. And things happen for a cause.

Clichéd or not, being a teacher is not an easy task.

What will you do when you are required to work on something you are awfully, well, let's say it's something you get turned off? I honestly don't depict myself as a person giving questionnaires and holding a chalk. Or even hesitatingly critiquing someone's work as if you had the weight of her life and future in your hands, by the way you use your words. Or in a sense of candor, being a teacher. And it had all come to a pure question of why did I get excited of all these things.