chArONIMOUS

I have to admit. Much as I was trying to avoid negativity vibes in this blog of mine, it persists and channels its own route to this very site. Though finally, after a million years of failures and near chances of success(and Baguio trips), the true form of achievement was conceived just this friday:))

Yeah yeah! Thanks to the true power of my oozing values and virtues(hahaha.,this is the benefit of being a V.E. quizzer, I can easily shove to people's faces how I competently uphold Good manners and right conduct!bwaha!XD) and of course through the 24/7 review of the subject and the support of the ever inspiring Ms. Mary Jean Brizuela! Hi mam! (hehe) we were able to NOT FAIL, yes we achieved our goal and not went home empty handed!haha! With emphasis on NOT FAIL (see we have been collecting several losses this schoolyear.,haha).

So here's the comprehensive part of my blabber:

Together with my other teammates Ivy and Bob we ventured to San Antonio Elementary school to compete for the Tagis-Talino sa Edukasyong Pagpapahalaga (yes people, I have values.,haha). We actually have prepared for the quiz for days, reviewing intensively(?), (okay so 3/4 intensively and 1/4 idly, haha,) and excusing ourselves from classes and quite sadly from the confines of the very essencial intramurals where the IV-Einteins skillfully practice the art of doing nothing at all!Ugh. Though free afternoon snacks and mr. donut donuts and coke were able to compensate for the nerve-wracking, brain inflating attempts of the review.whew!

So anyway, Ivy and I were determined to win, to avenge ourselves from the elusive justness that oftentimes hamper our way to winning! We were waging war against the cycle of hoping, lossing, hoping and lossing again and consequently, a war against ourselves. We were moreover pressured by the fact that TNHSians were actually reigning even in the nationals in the said quiz. By the way, "pressured" IS an understatement.

The quiz was scheduled in the afternoon however the quiz begun in the morning, just after the opening program. We were silent, but our hearts rattled the silence and cracked the pretending to be tranquil mind of ours.

We had 2 mistakes during the easy and average rounds, but before the difficult round, we were leading. The pressure was greater but the desire was nonetheless overwhelming.

Crap. Shattered hopes. We were enraged because of the following reasons:

1. They ruled out a certain answer of ours because it does not match that of the key to correction, THOUGH WE HAVE A CERTIFIABLE REFERENCE.

2. They did not complete the 10 questions for the last round because the remaining questions were incomplete.

However, the Lord did magically piece together things we thought would never complement. The coaches had a conference, and agreed to finish the round with 3 more additional questions, considering the question (of our complaint) invalid.

Voila!

The Lord does have his ways. We just have to go with it.

yiyi!

p.s.

" It's not fate nor destiny, it's the LAW OF ATTRACTION."

I am yet to believe.:P

Nothing shall stay, is what I’d say
But goodbye, it pains in every way
And we will stand to the very day
We cry our sentiments, we cry for we may

No more “spag” on crowded beak times
No more sneaking into the wildlife
No more homey rooms to mess and clean
Or discreet laughter on clean and green

No more “Not yet ma’am!” on nosebleed-tests
Nor “1/4 please, my dearest friend”
No more “may we please go to the CR?”
To be back with chips and yummy c. bars

No more silly games on sunny days
Or jokes galore and cramming ways
No more “Yes I aced the test!”
Nor “No! I have no prep!”

High school IS a living dream
Of friends and families and loves to keep
Bonds, goodbye can never break
A test of time we all can make.

I just thought that the title of a post, itself, should suit the topic perfectly and through the help of a much-needed divine intervention, I came up with this not-s0-thrilling-actually-kinda-boring title to match my not-even-close-to-thrilling-actually-kinda-boring November 1!*whew*

Yes. Unlike any other November 1s all over the world, I believe no one has suffered anything more unproductive than the November 1 that passed beyond my silly reach. In fact, I thought I was at the verge of dying that day (thanks to my unprecedented sickness that loomed over my shimmering plans for the day), or more likely traversing the path from dynamism to uhm..er..passivism(?). haha!

Well, that "stupid illness" started 2 days before that..that..thing (thing refers to presscon.,haha.,di pa talaga makaget-over?yuck.). I had this lump at the side of my neck. There were 2 things on my mind regarding that. It was either my tonsilitis was getting worse and it was developing into an incurable cancer or I was transforming into a mutant that my mom told me I really was [and I soon will be working on monstrous plans to invade the earth and rule the universe!*evil laugh*]Nooooooo! But much to my relief, it was neither. Haha. *Although the transformation into a mutant was quite more plausible*

Too much for that. So that illness stuck to me like superglue that until the first day of November I was plastered unto the bed, motionless and helpless!:( Okay so I wasn't motionless nor helpess:), but I was energy-less!haha.:D The brilliant vibe that floundered within me was momentarily given its own holiday. sheesh!:/

So my mother and newly-transformed Manila-boy bro *haha.,hi bro!* decided to leave behind the helpless me to rest and regain mortality as they stroll amidst the Gaisano Mall with smiles etched on their cunning faces!!!!!haha*okay so a little bit of exaggeration here* and of course thay also went to visit the grave of our beloved ones in Albay.

And so i was afraid, i was petrified! All by myseeeeelf!!Poor me!!:(

Until blessings were bestowed to those who wait [and text]. Thanks to my saviour Maria Gracia Acogido!haha! I was able to escape the cocoon of boredom and unproductivity!At least i was able to stretch my legs and let blood circulate up into my brain once more!haha. We were supposed to go saba-ing but who the hell would open his/her sabahan for nov. 1?!haha. So we just bought Snowpys worth 15php and ate like it was the only food on earth, we strolled around the LCC Mall, "at home kita digdi!" and we laughed. hehe. jejeje!

haaay. Hmm. Some of my classmates were even inviting me to go perya-ing with them at camp saint but it was already dark and I'm not quite familiar with the place so i let it pass!

Hey, i might actually need to correct myself. It wasn't that boring! It was actually a November 1 like no other!awee!

:)

p.s.

Happiness does not choose you. You choose Happiness.

:)

er, if i woud be writing according to plan, this would be a post that can enlighten every dampen spirit that must have been rotting in misery since the regional step skills competiton *innocent face* but i decided to go off the road and trek the abyss of rant- avenue!weeee. this is gonna be fun!*yeah right*

I give all the credits of enlightenment to Lifehouse' song "Broken". It says there that in the pain, there is healing. However, if there is pain over and over again, can you heal over and over again? I mean, do you even need to heal once you have been cured?!

oh gosh. Call it sulking call it not, call it pain or whatever. Since the culminating of the Reg STEP things seemed to be falling out of hand. That was the first strike, atleast. After that, the RSSPC naman seemed to be heart-piercing. Haha. Oh well, maybe that wasn't really my time, (shame on me!haha)

Well, the point is, i guess too much pain does/may cause more pain rather than healing. Pain after pain after pain may be too much for the human heart to bear, especialy if the pain wasn't worth it. Particularly if you deserve to be the happy ones frolicking in baguio city for the Nationals!!waaa.haha.

One more thing that made my heart ache is the cancellation of the Nationals for the tagisan ng Talino quiz!argh. Parang all the hard work weren't paying off if not falling into oblivion, whichever is less detrimental. Haay.

What's next to lose? The V.E. quiz?.haay.

Life actually sucks more than i thought it does. I mean i try to view life as i glaring sunshine and it did glare the brightest, soooo bright that i got blinded, or i chose to close my eyes. Whatever.

Since that fateful day in Cam Sur High, things were never the same. Ever.

Part 2.

I decided to encourage myself so here i go with a whip of positivity!aweee!:))

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Since that fateful day in Cam Sur High, everything changed. We prepared like hell for the Regional Step Skills because we were actually anticipating a hellish competition, jsut like the last and the year before that. However, the Parl Procedures ended up having 5 competitors, all of them (except us,) sort of newbies. But nevertheless, we had a bit of a hard time battling. For the three years of my exciting parliamentarian-life we have always been joining the Nationals to represent the Regionals. But everything ended up with me remarking,

"Dis is aterli absurd!"

To tongue it plainly, we got beaten by those who can only say "Internit Kafi". Gosh.

We cried. We dreaded. We sulked. We were at the verge of consulting a witch doctor. But ma'am wasn't. Much to our surprise.

To cut the story short, we lost an unjust war and the bicol region is bound to suffer, suffer i tell you, suuuffeeeer!haha.joke.

well, in the end, i didn't qualify to the top5 of the physics quiz, we got not-so promising pt scores, panicked with the uncompleted requirements, all for parl, which in the end, selfdestructed together with our hopes and aspirations.

hey!i thought this was supposed to be enlightening. argh. i can't fake enlightening thoughts. but might as well try.

there's a time for us guys. aja! wee! wee!

*pukes*

but still

in the pain, THERE IS HEALING. and healing is a procces, maybe we're not yet done, we're still in the process.

ok so i'm happy now.

p.s.

wee!i have a post naaa!

wee!

p.s.s.

i'm falling apart. I'm barely breathing. With a broken heart, that's still beating. In the pain, there is healing, in your name, i find meaning.

SO I'M HOLDING ON.