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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Too fast part 2

I am a terrible blogger. How can I even sleep at night knowing I haven't blogged for almost 4 days already?

Anyway, here are my classmates (except two who were out during our last ever Pisay PE class):


Each and every face in that photo I have been living with for the past 4 years and today was the last day of our regular classes (next week would be exams and the following days would be spent chasing around teachers for the clearance signing).  

Of course it is sad. If all my responsibilities and all the rules just disappeared for this one special day, I could have chosen to stay at school grounds until early morning. I'm just the type of person who gives too much value for time and I am really not happy about having to leave these wonderful faces.

People often say that separation often leads to a greater exploration, with even more roads to map, and that should only render happiness - but when you have travelled with a group of crazies, singing, dancing, crying, and growing up together while venturing to new heights for four looong years, there would be an immortal bond. A bond that can't be explained solely by dependance or by adaptation but a bond that encompasses all of time, especially the fact that each and everyone molded a little part of another one. My high school class is undeniably one of the best teachers I will ever encounter.

And yes, even though I am heavily drunk with sarcasm and irony, I do have feelings.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Too fast

photography by Prince Henry Segura

According to my classmates, we have 3 formal classes until the final exams. After the final exams, graduation. A lot has happened lately that I forgot about time and the depletion of it. Several times have I already reminded myself that the moment where I have to let go will surely come, still my fear isn't shaken.

High school is really unique. In high school, you enroll a child, you graduate an adult. Its the 4-year stretch of unmatched growth rate. It is where most of who I will be will come from from and soon, I would be moving away and I would have to jump into another whirlwind.

The stench of separation just gives me unrest. 

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Ugh.

I need a dictionary of curse words, at least a thousand pages, covering all profane words of at least 175 languages. Until then, I would not be able to describe what I think my life is right now.



Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Go AZKALS!


Let me be honest, I am not a giant fan of your nomenclature but because you make a lot of Filipinos proud not only because of your strong features but also because of your talents in football, I support you all!

If you make a whole nation read rule books and scoring rubrics on a certain sport, you certainly must be epic. Good luck!

I would like to help so this is the best I can do:

I heard a lot of Mongolia is elevated land. Elevation means less gas - less oxygen. Less oxygen means bigger lungs. Bigger lungs mean bigger ribs. This might not be entirely true but to some extent, it is so prepare yourselves for bigger rib cages! (I'll be looking for correlations in soccer scoring abilities and rib cage circumference in a minute.)

=)

My Condolences and Some Tips

Ex-AFP chief Reyes commits suicide
By Dennis Carcamo (The Philippine Star) Updated February 08, 2011 09:58 AM 
A former chief of staff of the Armed Forces of the Philippines, Angelo Tomas Reyes served as Defense Secretary from 2001 to 2003 and became Energy Secretary in 2007 under the Arroyo administration. File Photo
(UPDATE) MANILA, Philippines – Former Armed Forces of the Philippines chief Angelo Reyes committed suicide this morning, shooting himself in the chest. He was 65.
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Initial reports said Reyes shot himself using a .45 caliber pistol in front of his mother's grave at the Loyola Memorial Park in Marikina City. Witnesses interviewed by DZBB radio station at the cemetery said they saw Reyes send his children to his car before a single shot rang out.

Don't call him a sissy. Give him sympathy because when the media is dedicating all its manpower into chewing your honor, family or basically your whole life into pieces, suicide is the least insane you would start to think of. 

But if you are suspected of stealing millions from the pockets of the poor Filipinos, please do the following before you drive yourself to the gates of heaven:

Confess before and not during or after suicide. Thats the highest form of swearing with your life plus you save yourself from speculations, name-calling and hassle. If you told everyone you were guilty, then you would die a robber but not a liar. If you told everyone you were not guilty and that is the truth, you only die because of too much prejudice from earth and that would serve heaps of konsensya to those who judged you unfairly. Let the biggest b-i-t-c-(x), karma, do its job.

P.S. Condolences to the family who lost a man. A man is such a great thing.

"Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead" - Loose Lips, Kimya Dawnson.



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