chArONIMOUS

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.