Wednesday, December 03, 2008
KABANATA 26: MGA PASKIN
Narrator: Maagang-maagang nagising si Basilio, nakatakda na ang lahat ng kanyang gagawin sa araw na ito.
Basilio: [Iniisip: Pupunta ako sa Unibersidad para alamin tungkol sa pagtatapos at makikipagkita kay Makaraig tungkol sa gugugulin. Tsk. Tsk. Halos ubos na ang natitipon ko so pagtubos kay Juli at pamili ng bahay! Siguro’y dapat hingiin ko na ang paunang bayad sa mamanahing ipinangako sa akin ni Kapitan Tiyago].
Narrator: Magulong magulo ang pagiisip ni Basilio at di niya msyadong pinansin ang kanyang mga kamag-aral habang sila’y palakad pabalik mula sa unibersidad
Kaibigan: Alam mo ba tungkol sa pakana?
Basilio: Ang pakana! Anong pakana?
Kaibigan: Ang natuklasan at marami ang nasasangkot.
Basilio: Maraming nasasangkot? Sinu sino? [Iniisip: Nako, baka maibunyag ko pa ang aking sarili…mabuti pa’y..] Ah, mayroon akong dadalawing pasyente, mauuna na ako.
Aalis si Basilio, at lalakad hanggang masalubong niya ang isang propesor sa klinika
Propesor: Basilio! Nasa piging ka kagabi?
Basilio: Propesor! Ay… [Nanenerbyos]
Ganito ho ang nangyari. Masama ang pakiramdam ni Kapitan Tiyago at…
Propesor: Mabuti hindi ka pumaroon. Kasapi ka ba sa kapisanan ng mga mag-aaral?
Basilio: Nagbabayad po ng butaw..
Propersor: Kung gayon, payo ko sa iyo ay tumiwalag agad. Punitin at itapon lahat ng papeles magpapahamak sa iyo.
Basilio: Wala po kong mga papeles kundi mga talang pangklinika at wala nang iba pa. Si ginoong Simoun ba ay—
Propesor: Walang kaalaman si Simoun. Salamat sa Diyos! Nasugatan siya at ngayon ay nagpapahinga. Ibang kamay ang kumikilos, ngunit kakila-kilabot.
Basilio: May tulisan ba?
[Aside: Gaya si Kabesang Tales]
Propesor: Mag-aaral lamang.
Basilio: Tapos, anong nangyari?
Propesor: Hindi mo alam?! Nakakuha ng mga pasking masasama.
Basilio: Saan?
Propesor: Putris! Sa unibersidad!
Basilio: Yun lang?
Propesor: Putris! Ano pa bang gusto mo? Ang mga paskin ay kagagawan ng mag-aaral na kasapi ng samahan. Mag-ingat ka.
Narrator: Dumating ang propesor ng patalohiya at malamig ang kanyang pagbati ng unang propesor dito.
Propesor: [Kindat kay Basilio. Malakas ang pagbigkas]
Alam kong mamamatay si Kapitan Tiyago. Dinadalaw na siya ng mga uwak at buwitre.
[Exit]
Narrator: Nagtanung-tanong si Basilio at nalaman niya ang pagkatuklas ng mga paskin. Ang biserektor ay nag-utos na alisin mga ito at ipadala sa tanggapan ng pamahalaang-sibil. Ang mga paskin ay puno ng pagbabanta ng pagpapatay, pagsalakay at mga pagyayabang.
Maraming pala-palagay na ipinahayag ng mga mag-aaral. Marami raw ang matitiwalag sa paaralan, huhulihin, at mabibilanggo.
Simoun: [Voice over lang]
Sa araw na kayo’y alisin nila…hindi mo na maipagtutuloy ang iyong pag-aaral.
Narrator: Mayroon kayang nalalaman si Simoun dito?
Naglalakad si Basilio patungong “Unibersidad” at lalampasan 3 signs. Legaspi, Beaterio at Solano. Papasok si Sandoval
Basilio: O! Si Sandoval! Sandoval, Sandoval!
Di papansinin ni Sandoval si Basilio at patuloy lang ang kanyang paglalakad
Basilio: Mukhang nabingi na si Sandoval.. [Iniisip: Ang nagagawa ng takot sa katas ng bituka]
Papasok si Tadeo, mukhang masaya
Basilio: Anong balita, Tadeo?
Tadeo: Walang Klase! Isang linggong walang klase!
Nakipagkamayan ang dalawa
Basilio: Ano ba ang nangyari?
Tadeo: Ibibilanggo tayong mga kasapi ng kapisanan.
Basilio: Ikinatutuwa mo yon?!
Tadeo: Basta! Walang klase!
[Exit]
Nakita ni Basilio si Juanito Pelaez
Basilio: O, Pelaez! Ano ang nangyari?
Juanito: [Takot, hindi sigurado]
Wala akong alam sa nangyari! Diba’t sinabi ko sa kanila at sa inyo na iyon ay kaululan?
Basilio: Oo na. Pero ano nga ang nangyari?
Juanito: Tunay nga, diba? Ikaw ang saksi ko. Huwag mong kalilimutan.
Basilio: Oo na, oo. Pero ano nga ang nangyari?!
Juanito: Makinig ka. Ikaw ang aking saksi. Wala akong kinalaman sa kapisanan maliban sa magbigay ng payo sa kanila. Wag mong ipagkaila pagtapos. Mag-ingat ka, ha?
Basilio: Oo na hindi ko ipagkakaila. Pero Diyos ko, ano nga ang nangyari?
[Si Juanito ay napalayo na dahit may pulis na palapit]
Narrator: Nagtuloy si Basilio sa unibersidad.
[Gusali na may mga prayle, militar, ginoo, manananggol at manggagamot. Lingon si Basilio kina Isagani—spotlight kay Isagani]
Isagani: [Malakas ang pagsabi]
Hindi kapani-paniwala, mga ginoo, dahil sa mga maliit na pangyayari na walang kabagay-bagay ay magkakawatak tayo. Ngayon lamang bang nangyari na ang kabataan ay nabilanggo sa ngalan ng kalayaan/ Nasaan ang mga patay at ang mga nabaril? Bakit tayo tatalikod sa ating mga panindigan?
Estudyante: Ngunit sinong sumulat ng mga paskin?
Isagani: Anong pakialam natin?
Narrator: [Habang nagsasalita ang Narrator, si Isagani ay nag-aaksyon na parang siya’y nagsasabi ng talumpati]
Tugon ni isagani. Sinasabi niya na kung saan ang panganib, doon sila dapat pumaroon. Sapagkat doon ang karangalan. Kung nasasaad sa mga paskin ay kasang-ayon sa mga damdamin at mithiin, mabuti and ginawa. Dapat pasalamatan nila at idagdag ang mga lagda sa kanya. At padagdag, sinabi ni Isagani:
Isagani: Kung di man naaayon sa ating mga layunin ang nilalaman ng mga iyon, ating inuugali at mga budhi ang tututol at magsasanggalang sa atin laban sa ano mang paratang!
[Umalis si Basilio at pumunta sa bahay ni Makaraig]
Basilio: Ibig Kong makausap ang kaibigan kong si Makaraig.
Bantay: Maghintay na rito at hintayin mong bumaba ang kabo.
Basilio [Aside: Huhulihin rin kaya si Makaraig?]
Makaraig: Ano, ikaw rin ba,Basilio?
Basilio: Nandito ako para ika’y kausapin.
Makaraig: [Napatawa] Kahanga-hanga! Sa oras ng kapayapaan iniiwasan mo kami…
[Tinanong nga kabo ang pangalan ni Basilio at tinignan ang kanyang talaan.]
Kabo: Isang magaaral ng medicina? Nakatira sa kalyeng Anloague?
[Napakagat ng labi si Basilio]
Kabo: Nakatipid kami ng isang lakad! Kayo’y aming dinarakip.
Basilio: Ha? Pati ba ako.
Makaraig: Wag ka matakot, kaibigan. Lumulan na tayo sa karwahe’t ibabalita ko sayo ang nangyari sa piging kagabi.
[Pumunta sila sa karwahe]
Sa tanggapan ng Pamahalaang Sibil!
Basilio: Maaasahan mo ako. Aanyayahan natin ang mga ginoong ito [referring to the kabo at alguasil] na maging panauhin natin sa iyong pagtatapos.
KABANATA 27- ANG PRAYLE AT ANG PILIPINO
Narrator: Nagbubukas ang ating bagong eksena sa maapoy na pagtatalumpati ni Isagani sa kanyang mga kaibigan
Ipakita si Isagani at iilan sa kanyang mga kamag-aral, si Isagani ay mukhang may importanteng pinagsasabi, nakikinig ng mabuti ang kanyang mga kaibigan
Narrator: Sa gitna ng kanyang pagtatalumpati ay bigla siyang linapitan ng isang capista
Capista: Isagani! Ibig kang kausapin ni Padre Fernandez
Isagani: Ah, si Padre Fernandez? Malaki ang paggalang ko sa kanya..siya'y naging parte ng usapan sa Los Banos..sige sige, pupuntahan ko siya. Alam mo ba kung bakit kaya niya ako pinatawag?
Dapat magkibit ng balikat ang capista na parang di niya alam, tapos mabilis na aalis si Isagani (exit)
Narrator: Naghintay si Padre Fernandez sa loob ng kanyang silid..mukha siyang malungkot at parang may malalim na iniisip nang dumating si Isagani
Kakatok at papasok si Isagani, tatayo si Padre F. Ipipinid niya ang pinto tapos lalakad sa loob ng silid
P. Fernandez: Ginoong Isagani...mula sa aking bintana, narinig kitang nagtatalumpati. Kailanma'y ikinagiliwan ko ang mga binatang nakapapahayag ng malinaw, nakapag-iisip, at nakakakilos nang kusa nila. Narinig kong nagdaos kayo ng hapunan kagabi. Huwag kayong magkaila
Isagani: Hindi po ako nagkakaila!
P. Fernandez: Mabuti at ibig sabihin ay alam mo na ang magiging bunga ng inyong mga aksyon. Hindi kita sinisisi at hindi naman mahalaga sa akin ang mga sinabi niyo kagabi. Hindi ko rin hinihiling ang iyong utang na loob. Ipinatawag kita sapagkat ikaw ay iisa sa mga magaaral na may sariling panindigan. Maupo ka muna.
Mananatiling nakatayo si Isagani
P. Fernandez: Matagal na ako nagtuturo at marami-rami na ang mga nakilala kong mga estudyante. Itinanim ko sa kanilang mga utak ang katarungan ngunit walang ni isang nakapagpakita ng paninindigan sa harap ng mga prayle. May mga naninira pa sa amin nang talikuran!
Isagani: Hindi mo naman po sila mapagbibintangan. Kasalanan ito ng mga nagturo sa kanilang maging ganun. Baliw ang taong handing magtiis ng pag-uusig.
P. Fernandez: Ano naman ang mga pag-uusig na inyong tinitiis? Binibigyan naman kita ng pagkakataong magsalita sa klase kahit na tinatangi ng iba ang iyong mga sinasabi.
Isagani: Oo, itinatanggi nga nila ako at ikaw rin ay minsang natatanggi ng iba ngunit sana maiba muna ang paksa n gating usapan.
Gulat na tinitingnan ni P. Fernandez si Isagani
P. Fernandez: Mabuti pero hindi ako ang iyong guro. Ako ay isang prayle at ikaw ay isang estudyante. Ngayon , ano ba ang gusto ng mga mag-aaral na Pilipino na gawin namin?
Isagani: Na tuparin ninyo ang inyong mga tungkulin.
P. Fernandez: Bakit? Hindi ba naming tinutupad ang mga ito? At ano bang mga tungkulin ang pinapagusapan mo?
Isagani: Ang mga tungkuling pinangako niyong papatuparin noong pinasukan ninyo ang orden. Kayong mga prayleng tagapangasiwa ng mga Pilipino. Sa palagay mo, natupad ba ninyo ang inyong tungkulin?
P. Fernandez: Tumutupad kami…
Isagani: Hinahadlang ninyo ang pagtuturo at isinisira ang paggalang sa sarili? Ipinapakain ninyo ang mga bilanggo ngunit hindi ninyo ipinapakain ang mga mabubuting asal.
P. Fernandez Medyo mabigat na ang mga pinagsasabi mo, Isagani. Limalagpas ka na sa ating pinagkasunduan.
Isagani: Hindi po, ang pinapagusapan ko parin ang mga suliranin ng mga mag-aaral at hindi kop o kayo isinasali sa mga prayleng ganito. Ngunit marami sa kanila ay ihinahadlang n gaming kalayaan at ito ang dahilan n gaming pagkakawala ng kasiyahan.
P. Fernandez: Ang karunungan ay iniaalay lang sa mga malilinis ang kalooban at may mabubuting asal.
Isagani: Ngunit bakit may mga taong walang malilinis ang kalooban at may mabubuting asal?
P. Fernandez: Dahil iyan sa kapaligiran at pamilya.
Isagani: Hindi po iyan tama. Ayaw niyo lamang tingnan ang ugat ng surilanin. Kayo ang dahilan na ganito kami.
P. Fernandez: Sinisisi niyo kami sa mga ito at naiintindihan ko naman. Ngunit, gaya ninyo, kailangan din kaming sumunod. Sumusunod kami sa pamahalaan.
Isagani: Kung gayon hinahangad ng pamahalaan ang aming kasamaan.
P. Fernandez: Ang ibig kong sabihin ay may dahilan lagi sa mga desisyon ng pamahalaan. Inaasahan nito na ang lahat ay maging mabuti. Medyo lumalayo tayo sa paksa. Hindi naming kasalanan ang mga nagyayari ngayon, may ibang dahilan ang mga nagyayari.
Isagani: Kung inaamin ninyo ang mga kasiraan ng lipunan, bakit ninyo pinapagusapan ang pag-aayos sa iba?
P. Fernandez: Lumalayo na tayo sa paksa.
Isagani: Kapag nagkanlong na ang mga prayle sa likod ng pamahalaan, ang pamahalaan na ang maaring hingan ng tulong ng mga mag-aaral.
P. Fernandez: Ngunit hindi ako ang pamahalaan. Ano ba ang puwede kong gawin?
Isagani: Huwag ninyong ihadlang ang kalayaan ng mga mag-aaral. Itaguyod ninyo ito.
P. Fernandez: Ang dapat niyo muna hingin ang bagay na hindi napkabigat. Mabuhay nalang tayo ng mapayapa.
Isagani: Kung gayon tumungo tayo sa kasanhian. Kung maipapakita lang ninyo ang pagkakabait ay maiiba ang pagtingin ng mga mag-aaral sa inyo.
Isagani: Huwag na natin isipin ang mga ugat ng problema. Ngunit, pagisipan ninyo, ang pagiging magsasaka na ba ang pinakamataas na maabot ng isang tao? Kapag nagkaroon na ng mga totoong guro ay magkakaroon ng totoong mag-aaral.
P. Fernandez: Simulan ninyo. Susunod kami.
Isagani: Sisimulan nga naming sapagklat kami ang may suliranin.
P. Fernandez: Ngunit wala naman masyadong napala an gating usapan, may napulot din akong kahit konti. Sasabihin ko sa iba ang inyong mga tinuran.
Bubuksan ni P. Fernandez ng pinto at lalabas si Isagani
Mag-aaral: Saan ka patungo?
Isagani: Sa tanggapan ng pamahalaang sibil. Makikisama kao sa iba.
P. Fernandez: Kawawang bata! Mapapahamak ang batang iyan at pati narin ako. Dapat malaman ng lahat na ang kanyang pagkukuro ay hindi naggaling sa akin.
Narrator: Maagang-maagang nagising si Basilio, nakatakda na ang lahat ng kanyang gagawin sa araw na ito.
Basilio: [Iniisip: Pupunta ako sa Unibersidad para alamin tungkol sa pagtatapos at makikipagkita kay Makaraig tungkol sa gugugulin. Tsk. Tsk. Halos ubos na ang natitipon ko so pagtubos kay Juli at pamili ng bahay! Siguro’y dapat hingiin ko na ang paunang bayad sa mamanahing ipinangako sa akin ni Kapitan Tiyago].
Narrator: Magulong magulo ang pagiisip ni Basilio at di niya msyadong pinansin ang kanyang mga kamag-aral habang sila’y palakad pabalik mula sa unibersidad
Kaibigan: Alam mo ba tungkol sa pakana?
Basilio: Ang pakana! Anong pakana?
Kaibigan: Ang natuklasan at marami ang nasasangkot.
Basilio: Maraming nasasangkot? Sinu sino? [Iniisip: Nako, baka maibunyag ko pa ang aking sarili…mabuti pa’y..] Ah, mayroon akong dadalawing pasyente, mauuna na ako.
Aalis si Basilio, at lalakad hanggang masalubong niya ang isang propesor sa klinika
Propesor: Basilio! Nasa piging ka kagabi?
Basilio: Propesor! Ay… [Nanenerbyos]
Ganito ho ang nangyari. Masama ang pakiramdam ni Kapitan Tiyago at…
Propesor: Mabuti hindi ka pumaroon. Kasapi ka ba sa kapisanan ng mga mag-aaral?
Basilio: Nagbabayad po ng butaw..
Propersor: Kung gayon, payo ko sa iyo ay tumiwalag agad. Punitin at itapon lahat ng papeles magpapahamak sa iyo.
Basilio: Wala po kong mga papeles kundi mga talang pangklinika at wala nang iba pa. Si ginoong Simoun ba ay—
Propesor: Walang kaalaman si Simoun. Salamat sa Diyos! Nasugatan siya at ngayon ay nagpapahinga. Ibang kamay ang kumikilos, ngunit kakila-kilabot.
Basilio: May tulisan ba?
[Aside: Gaya si Kabesang Tales]
Propesor: Mag-aaral lamang.
Basilio: Tapos, anong nangyari?
Propesor: Hindi mo alam?! Nakakuha ng mga pasking masasama.
Basilio: Saan?
Propesor: Putris! Sa unibersidad!
Basilio: Yun lang?
Propesor: Putris! Ano pa bang gusto mo? Ang mga paskin ay kagagawan ng mag-aaral na kasapi ng samahan. Mag-ingat ka.
Narrator: Dumating ang propesor ng patalohiya at malamig ang kanyang pagbati ng unang propesor dito.
Propesor: [Kindat kay Basilio. Malakas ang pagbigkas]
Alam kong mamamatay si Kapitan Tiyago. Dinadalaw na siya ng mga uwak at buwitre.
[Exit]
Narrator: Nagtanung-tanong si Basilio at nalaman niya ang pagkatuklas ng mga paskin. Ang biserektor ay nag-utos na alisin mga ito at ipadala sa tanggapan ng pamahalaang-sibil. Ang mga paskin ay puno ng pagbabanta ng pagpapatay, pagsalakay at mga pagyayabang.
Maraming pala-palagay na ipinahayag ng mga mag-aaral. Marami raw ang matitiwalag sa paaralan, huhulihin, at mabibilanggo.
Simoun: [Voice over lang]
Sa araw na kayo’y alisin nila…hindi mo na maipagtutuloy ang iyong pag-aaral.
Narrator: Mayroon kayang nalalaman si Simoun dito?
Naglalakad si Basilio patungong “Unibersidad” at lalampasan 3 signs. Legaspi, Beaterio at Solano. Papasok si Sandoval
Basilio: O! Si Sandoval! Sandoval, Sandoval!
Di papansinin ni Sandoval si Basilio at patuloy lang ang kanyang paglalakad
Basilio: Mukhang nabingi na si Sandoval.. [Iniisip: Ang nagagawa ng takot sa katas ng bituka]
Papasok si Tadeo, mukhang masaya
Basilio: Anong balita, Tadeo?
Tadeo: Walang Klase! Isang linggong walang klase!
Nakipagkamayan ang dalawa
Basilio: Ano ba ang nangyari?
Tadeo: Ibibilanggo tayong mga kasapi ng kapisanan.
Basilio: Ikinatutuwa mo yon?!
Tadeo: Basta! Walang klase!
[Exit]
Nakita ni Basilio si Juanito Pelaez
Basilio: O, Pelaez! Ano ang nangyari?
Juanito: [Takot, hindi sigurado]
Wala akong alam sa nangyari! Diba’t sinabi ko sa kanila at sa inyo na iyon ay kaululan?
Basilio: Oo na. Pero ano nga ang nangyari?
Juanito: Tunay nga, diba? Ikaw ang saksi ko. Huwag mong kalilimutan.
Basilio: Oo na, oo. Pero ano nga ang nangyari?!
Juanito: Makinig ka. Ikaw ang aking saksi. Wala akong kinalaman sa kapisanan maliban sa magbigay ng payo sa kanila. Wag mong ipagkaila pagtapos. Mag-ingat ka, ha?
Basilio: Oo na hindi ko ipagkakaila. Pero Diyos ko, ano nga ang nangyari?
[Si Juanito ay napalayo na dahit may pulis na palapit]
Narrator: Nagtuloy si Basilio sa unibersidad.
[Gusali na may mga prayle, militar, ginoo, manananggol at manggagamot. Lingon si Basilio kina Isagani—spotlight kay Isagani]
Isagani: [Malakas ang pagsabi]
Hindi kapani-paniwala, mga ginoo, dahil sa mga maliit na pangyayari na walang kabagay-bagay ay magkakawatak tayo. Ngayon lamang bang nangyari na ang kabataan ay nabilanggo sa ngalan ng kalayaan/ Nasaan ang mga patay at ang mga nabaril? Bakit tayo tatalikod sa ating mga panindigan?
Estudyante: Ngunit sinong sumulat ng mga paskin?
Isagani: Anong pakialam natin?
Narrator: [Habang nagsasalita ang Narrator, si Isagani ay nag-aaksyon na parang siya’y nagsasabi ng talumpati]
Tugon ni isagani. Sinasabi niya na kung saan ang panganib, doon sila dapat pumaroon. Sapagkat doon ang karangalan. Kung nasasaad sa mga paskin ay kasang-ayon sa mga damdamin at mithiin, mabuti and ginawa. Dapat pasalamatan nila at idagdag ang mga lagda sa kanya. At padagdag, sinabi ni Isagani:
Isagani: Kung di man naaayon sa ating mga layunin ang nilalaman ng mga iyon, ating inuugali at mga budhi ang tututol at magsasanggalang sa atin laban sa ano mang paratang!
[Umalis si Basilio at pumunta sa bahay ni Makaraig]
Basilio: Ibig Kong makausap ang kaibigan kong si Makaraig.
Bantay: Maghintay na rito at hintayin mong bumaba ang kabo.
Basilio [Aside: Huhulihin rin kaya si Makaraig?]
Makaraig: Ano, ikaw rin ba,Basilio?
Basilio: Nandito ako para ika’y kausapin.
Makaraig: [Napatawa] Kahanga-hanga! Sa oras ng kapayapaan iniiwasan mo kami…
[Tinanong nga kabo ang pangalan ni Basilio at tinignan ang kanyang talaan.]
Kabo: Isang magaaral ng medicina? Nakatira sa kalyeng Anloague?
[Napakagat ng labi si Basilio]
Kabo: Nakatipid kami ng isang lakad! Kayo’y aming dinarakip.
Basilio: Ha? Pati ba ako.
Makaraig: Wag ka matakot, kaibigan. Lumulan na tayo sa karwahe’t ibabalita ko sayo ang nangyari sa piging kagabi.
[Pumunta sila sa karwahe]
Sa tanggapan ng Pamahalaang Sibil!
Basilio: Maaasahan mo ako. Aanyayahan natin ang mga ginoong ito [referring to the kabo at alguasil] na maging panauhin natin sa iyong pagtatapos.
KABANATA 27- ANG PRAYLE AT ANG PILIPINO
Narrator: Nagbubukas ang ating bagong eksena sa maapoy na pagtatalumpati ni Isagani sa kanyang mga kaibigan
Ipakita si Isagani at iilan sa kanyang mga kamag-aral, si Isagani ay mukhang may importanteng pinagsasabi, nakikinig ng mabuti ang kanyang mga kaibigan
Narrator: Sa gitna ng kanyang pagtatalumpati ay bigla siyang linapitan ng isang capista
Capista: Isagani! Ibig kang kausapin ni Padre Fernandez
Isagani: Ah, si Padre Fernandez? Malaki ang paggalang ko sa kanya..siya'y naging parte ng usapan sa Los Banos..sige sige, pupuntahan ko siya. Alam mo ba kung bakit kaya niya ako pinatawag?
Dapat magkibit ng balikat ang capista na parang di niya alam, tapos mabilis na aalis si Isagani (exit)
Narrator: Naghintay si Padre Fernandez sa loob ng kanyang silid..mukha siyang malungkot at parang may malalim na iniisip nang dumating si Isagani
Kakatok at papasok si Isagani, tatayo si Padre F. Ipipinid niya ang pinto tapos lalakad sa loob ng silid
P. Fernandez: Ginoong Isagani...mula sa aking bintana, narinig kitang nagtatalumpati. Kailanma'y ikinagiliwan ko ang mga binatang nakapapahayag ng malinaw, nakapag-iisip, at nakakakilos nang kusa nila. Narinig kong nagdaos kayo ng hapunan kagabi. Huwag kayong magkaila
Isagani: Hindi po ako nagkakaila!
P. Fernandez: Mabuti at ibig sabihin ay alam mo na ang magiging bunga ng inyong mga aksyon. Hindi kita sinisisi at hindi naman mahalaga sa akin ang mga sinabi niyo kagabi. Hindi ko rin hinihiling ang iyong utang na loob. Ipinatawag kita sapagkat ikaw ay iisa sa mga magaaral na may sariling panindigan. Maupo ka muna.
Mananatiling nakatayo si Isagani
P. Fernandez: Matagal na ako nagtuturo at marami-rami na ang mga nakilala kong mga estudyante. Itinanim ko sa kanilang mga utak ang katarungan ngunit walang ni isang nakapagpakita ng paninindigan sa harap ng mga prayle. May mga naninira pa sa amin nang talikuran!
Isagani: Hindi mo naman po sila mapagbibintangan. Kasalanan ito ng mga nagturo sa kanilang maging ganun. Baliw ang taong handing magtiis ng pag-uusig.
P. Fernandez: Ano naman ang mga pag-uusig na inyong tinitiis? Binibigyan naman kita ng pagkakataong magsalita sa klase kahit na tinatangi ng iba ang iyong mga sinasabi.
Isagani: Oo, itinatanggi nga nila ako at ikaw rin ay minsang natatanggi ng iba ngunit sana maiba muna ang paksa n gating usapan.
Gulat na tinitingnan ni P. Fernandez si Isagani
P. Fernandez: Mabuti pero hindi ako ang iyong guro. Ako ay isang prayle at ikaw ay isang estudyante. Ngayon , ano ba ang gusto ng mga mag-aaral na Pilipino na gawin namin?
Isagani: Na tuparin ninyo ang inyong mga tungkulin.
P. Fernandez: Bakit? Hindi ba naming tinutupad ang mga ito? At ano bang mga tungkulin ang pinapagusapan mo?
Isagani: Ang mga tungkuling pinangako niyong papatuparin noong pinasukan ninyo ang orden. Kayong mga prayleng tagapangasiwa ng mga Pilipino. Sa palagay mo, natupad ba ninyo ang inyong tungkulin?
P. Fernandez: Tumutupad kami…
Isagani: Hinahadlang ninyo ang pagtuturo at isinisira ang paggalang sa sarili? Ipinapakain ninyo ang mga bilanggo ngunit hindi ninyo ipinapakain ang mga mabubuting asal.
P. Fernandez Medyo mabigat na ang mga pinagsasabi mo, Isagani. Limalagpas ka na sa ating pinagkasunduan.
Isagani: Hindi po, ang pinapagusapan ko parin ang mga suliranin ng mga mag-aaral at hindi kop o kayo isinasali sa mga prayleng ganito. Ngunit marami sa kanila ay ihinahadlang n gaming kalayaan at ito ang dahilan n gaming pagkakawala ng kasiyahan.
P. Fernandez: Ang karunungan ay iniaalay lang sa mga malilinis ang kalooban at may mabubuting asal.
Isagani: Ngunit bakit may mga taong walang malilinis ang kalooban at may mabubuting asal?
P. Fernandez: Dahil iyan sa kapaligiran at pamilya.
Isagani: Hindi po iyan tama. Ayaw niyo lamang tingnan ang ugat ng surilanin. Kayo ang dahilan na ganito kami.
P. Fernandez: Sinisisi niyo kami sa mga ito at naiintindihan ko naman. Ngunit, gaya ninyo, kailangan din kaming sumunod. Sumusunod kami sa pamahalaan.
Isagani: Kung gayon hinahangad ng pamahalaan ang aming kasamaan.
P. Fernandez: Ang ibig kong sabihin ay may dahilan lagi sa mga desisyon ng pamahalaan. Inaasahan nito na ang lahat ay maging mabuti. Medyo lumalayo tayo sa paksa. Hindi naming kasalanan ang mga nagyayari ngayon, may ibang dahilan ang mga nagyayari.
Isagani: Kung inaamin ninyo ang mga kasiraan ng lipunan, bakit ninyo pinapagusapan ang pag-aayos sa iba?
P. Fernandez: Lumalayo na tayo sa paksa.
Isagani: Kapag nagkanlong na ang mga prayle sa likod ng pamahalaan, ang pamahalaan na ang maaring hingan ng tulong ng mga mag-aaral.
P. Fernandez: Ngunit hindi ako ang pamahalaan. Ano ba ang puwede kong gawin?
Isagani: Huwag ninyong ihadlang ang kalayaan ng mga mag-aaral. Itaguyod ninyo ito.
P. Fernandez: Ang dapat niyo muna hingin ang bagay na hindi napkabigat. Mabuhay nalang tayo ng mapayapa.
Isagani: Kung gayon tumungo tayo sa kasanhian. Kung maipapakita lang ninyo ang pagkakabait ay maiiba ang pagtingin ng mga mag-aaral sa inyo.
Isagani: Huwag na natin isipin ang mga ugat ng problema. Ngunit, pagisipan ninyo, ang pagiging magsasaka na ba ang pinakamataas na maabot ng isang tao? Kapag nagkaroon na ng mga totoong guro ay magkakaroon ng totoong mag-aaral.
P. Fernandez: Simulan ninyo. Susunod kami.
Isagani: Sisimulan nga naming sapagklat kami ang may suliranin.
P. Fernandez: Ngunit wala naman masyadong napala an gating usapan, may napulot din akong kahit konti. Sasabihin ko sa iba ang inyong mga tinuran.
Bubuksan ni P. Fernandez ng pinto at lalabas si Isagani
Mag-aaral: Saan ka patungo?
Isagani: Sa tanggapan ng pamahalaang sibil. Makikisama kao sa iba.
P. Fernandez: Kawawang bata! Mapapahamak ang batang iyan at pati narin ako. Dapat malaman ng lahat na ang kanyang pagkukuro ay hindi naggaling sa akin.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
AHA! moment. Kk sweeties here they are. Just click on each image to make them larger, print each and cut and paste them onto another sheet of paper to form a table! :) Please comment on this entry after you've successfully printed this so I can delete it (para the other firms don't see HAHA company secret my arse) 
LOVELYYYYYYYYS, if you guys can access your emails, I sent you the actual table na (I can't post Microsoft Word documents here -am still trying to!) But if not, here's the data itself
Single proprietorship
Owned by an individual: owner and business are one entity
Individual has full control of the business
The owner owns all the assets and enjoys all the profit
Unlimited liability: the owner is held completely responsible, if the company is sued he/she is sued
The individual pays taxes on the company’s own income
1.VisaVersa (owned by Ina’s tita)
2. Cibo by Margarita Fores
3. Sweet Shoppe (owned by Bea’s mom)
Partnership
Similar to sole proprietorship, aside from the number of owners (2 or more) called general partners
Controlled by the partners/general partners
Partners share the profit
Each partner is equally liable for the company’s losses and gains
There can also be limited partners who are not directly involved in the management, but can invest and are liable to the extent of their investments
1. Viger (Bea’s mom and tito)
2. Cake Avenue (four AC moms)
Corporation
The corporation is a separate legal entity from its
Investors (shareholders who invest their capital)
At least 5 to 15 incorporators who own at least one share
It is a product of corporate law; it operates based on the interest of the shareholders; they have the right to vote.
They can also be partly controlled by creditors like a bank for lending money to the corporation
Shareholders’ losses and gains are determined by the amount they invested in the corporation
The corporation has its own liability (limited liability). The potential losses cannot increase the amount one contributed, and anonymous trading of shares is allowed
A corporation is harder to form, but offers more protection
1. Polo Club
2.Candy Corner
3. Unilever
4. Gonuts Donuts
Single proprietorship
Owned by an individual: owner and business are one entity
Individual has full control of the business
The owner owns all the assets and enjoys all the profit
Unlimited liability: the owner is held completely responsible, if the company is sued he/she is sued
The individual pays taxes on the company’s own income
1.VisaVersa (owned by Ina’s tita)
2. Cibo by Margarita Fores
3. Sweet Shoppe (owned by Bea’s mom)
Partnership
Similar to sole proprietorship, aside from the number of owners (2 or more) called general partners
Controlled by the partners/general partners
Partners share the profit
Each partner is equally liable for the company’s losses and gains
There can also be limited partners who are not directly involved in the management, but can invest and are liable to the extent of their investments
1. Viger (Bea’s mom and tito)
2. Cake Avenue (four AC moms)
Corporation
The corporation is a separate legal entity from its
Investors (shareholders who invest their capital)
At least 5 to 15 incorporators who own at least one share
It is a product of corporate law; it operates based on the interest of the shareholders; they have the right to vote.
They can also be partly controlled by creditors like a bank for lending money to the corporation
Shareholders’ losses and gains are determined by the amount they invested in the corporation
The corporation has its own liability (limited liability). The potential losses cannot increase the amount one contributed, and anonymous trading of shares is allowed
A corporation is harder to form, but offers more protection
1. Polo Club
2.Candy Corner
3. Unilever
4. Gonuts Donuts
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Victor-Marie Hugo was the third and last son of Joseph Léopold Sigisbert Hugo (1773–1828) and Sophie Trébuchet (1772-1821); his brothers were Abel Joseph Hugo (1798–1855) and Eugène Hugo (1800–1837). He was born in 1802 in Besançon (in the region of Franche-Comté) and lived in France for the majority of his life. However, he was forced into exile during the reign of Napoleon III — he lived briefly in Brussels during 1851; in Jersey from 1852 to 1855; and in Guernsey from 1855 to 1870 and again in 1872-1873. There was a general amnesty in 1859; after that, his exile was by choice.
Hugo's early childhood was marked by great events. The century prior to his birth saw the overthrow of the Bourbon Dynasty in the French Revolution, the rise and fall of the First Republic, and the rise of the First French Empire and dictatorship under Napoleon Bonaparte. Napoleon was proclaimed Emperor two years after Hugo's birth, and the Bourbon Monarchy was restored before his eighteenth birthday. The opposing political and religious views of Hugo's parents reflected the forces that would battle for supremacy in France throughout his life: Hugo's father was a high-ranking officer in Napoleon's army, an atheist republican who considered Napoleon a hero; his mother was a staunch Catholic Royalist who is believed to have taken as her lover General Victor Lahorie, who was executed in 1812 for plotting against Napoleon.
Sophie followed her husband to posts in Italy (where Léopold served as a governor of a province near Naples) and Spain (where he took charge of three Spanish provinces). Weary of the constant moving required by military life, and at odds with her unfaithful husband, Sophie separated temporarily from Léopold in 1803 and settled in Paris. Thereafter she dominated Hugo's education and upbringing. As a result, Hugo's early work in poetry and fiction reflect a passionate devotion to both King and Faith. It was only later, during the events leading up to France's 1848 Revolution, that he would begin to rebel against his Catholic Royalist education and instead champion Republicanism and Freethought.
Hugo's early childhood was marked by great events. The century prior to his birth saw the overthrow of the Bourbon Dynasty in the French Revolution, the rise and fall of the First Republic, and the rise of the First French Empire and dictatorship under Napoleon Bonaparte. Napoleon was proclaimed Emperor two years after Hugo's birth, and the Bourbon Monarchy was restored before his eighteenth birthday. The opposing political and religious views of Hugo's parents reflected the forces that would battle for supremacy in France throughout his life: Hugo's father was a high-ranking officer in Napoleon's army, an atheist republican who considered Napoleon a hero; his mother was a staunch Catholic Royalist who is believed to have taken as her lover General Victor Lahorie, who was executed in 1812 for plotting against Napoleon.
Sophie followed her husband to posts in Italy (where Léopold served as a governor of a province near Naples) and Spain (where he took charge of three Spanish provinces). Weary of the constant moving required by military life, and at odds with her unfaithful husband, Sophie separated temporarily from Léopold in 1803 and settled in Paris. Thereafter she dominated Hugo's education and upbringing. As a result, Hugo's early work in poetry and fiction reflect a passionate devotion to both King and Faith. It was only later, during the events leading up to France's 1848 Revolution, that he would begin to rebel against his Catholic Royalist education and instead champion Republicanism and Freethought.
Louis XV fought many wars, bringing France to the verge of bankruptcy, and Louis XVI supported the colonists during the American Revolution, exacerbating the precarious financial condition of the government. The national debt amounted to almost 2 billion livres. The social burdens caused by war included the huge war debt, made worse by the monarchy's military failures and ineptitude, and the lack of social services for war veterans.
An inefficient and antiquated financial system unable to manage the national debt, both caused and exacerbated by the burden of a grossly inequitable system of taxation.
The continued conspicuous consumption of the noble class, especially the court of Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette at Versailles, despite the financial burden on the populace.
High unemployment and high bread prices, causing more money to be spent on food and less in other areas of the economy.
The Roman Catholic Church, the largest landowner in the country, which levied a tax on crops known as the dime or tithe. While the dîme lessened the severity of the monarchy's tax increases, it worsened the plight of the poorest who faced a daily struggle with malnutrition.
Widespread famine and malnutrition, which increased the likelihood of disease and death, and intentional starvation in the most destitute segments of the population in the months immediately before the Revolution. The famine extended even to other parts of Europe, and was not helped by a poor transportation infrastructure for bulk foods. (Some researchers have also attributed the widespread famine to an El Niño effect,[2] or colder climate of the little ice age combined with France's failure to adopt the potato as a staple crop[3])
The Ideals: Declaration of Human Rights (1789).
No internal trade and too many customs barriers[citation needed]
There were also social and political factors, many of which involved resentments and aspirations given focus by the rise of Enlightenment ideals:
Resentment of royal absolutism.
Resentment by the ambitious professional and mercantile classes towards noble privileges and dominance in public life, many of whom were familiar with the lives of their peers in commercial cities in The Netherlands and Great Britain.
Resentment by peasants, wage-earners, and the bourgeoisie toward the traditional seigneurial privileges possessed by nobles.
Resentment of clerical privilege (anti-clericalism) and aspirations for freedom of religion, and resentment of aristocratic bishops by the poorer rural clergy.
Continued hatred for Catholic control and influence on institutions of all kinds, by the large Protestant minorities.
Aspirations for liberty and (especially as the Revolution progressed) republicanism.
Anger toward the King for firing Jacques Necker and A.R.J. Turgot (among other financial advisors), who were popularly seen as representatives of the people.[4]
Finally, perhaps above all, was the almost total failure of Louis XVI and his advisors to deal effectively with any of these problems.
An inefficient and antiquated financial system unable to manage the national debt, both caused and exacerbated by the burden of a grossly inequitable system of taxation.
The continued conspicuous consumption of the noble class, especially the court of Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette at Versailles, despite the financial burden on the populace.
High unemployment and high bread prices, causing more money to be spent on food and less in other areas of the economy.
The Roman Catholic Church, the largest landowner in the country, which levied a tax on crops known as the dime or tithe. While the dîme lessened the severity of the monarchy's tax increases, it worsened the plight of the poorest who faced a daily struggle with malnutrition.
Widespread famine and malnutrition, which increased the likelihood of disease and death, and intentional starvation in the most destitute segments of the population in the months immediately before the Revolution. The famine extended even to other parts of Europe, and was not helped by a poor transportation infrastructure for bulk foods. (Some researchers have also attributed the widespread famine to an El Niño effect,[2] or colder climate of the little ice age combined with France's failure to adopt the potato as a staple crop[3])
The Ideals: Declaration of Human Rights (1789).
No internal trade and too many customs barriers[citation needed]
There were also social and political factors, many of which involved resentments and aspirations given focus by the rise of Enlightenment ideals:
Resentment of royal absolutism.
Resentment by the ambitious professional and mercantile classes towards noble privileges and dominance in public life, many of whom were familiar with the lives of their peers in commercial cities in The Netherlands and Great Britain.
Resentment by peasants, wage-earners, and the bourgeoisie toward the traditional seigneurial privileges possessed by nobles.
Resentment of clerical privilege (anti-clericalism) and aspirations for freedom of religion, and resentment of aristocratic bishops by the poorer rural clergy.
Continued hatred for Catholic control and influence on institutions of all kinds, by the large Protestant minorities.
Aspirations for liberty and (especially as the Revolution progressed) republicanism.
Anger toward the King for firing Jacques Necker and A.R.J. Turgot (among other financial advisors), who were popularly seen as representatives of the people.[4]
Finally, perhaps above all, was the almost total failure of Louis XVI and his advisors to deal effectively with any of these problems.
Model Assumptions - Monopolistic Competition
A monopolistically competitive market has features which represent a cross between a perfectly competitive market and a monopolistic market (hence the name). Below are listed some of the main assumptions of the model.
1) Many, many firms produce in a monopolistically competitive industry. This assumption is similar to that found in a model of perfect competition.
2) Each firm produces a product which is differentiated (i.e. different in character) from all other products produced by the other firms in the industry. Thus one firm might produce a red toothpaste with a spearmint taste, another might produce a white toothpaste with a wintergreen taste. This assumption is similar to a monopoly which produces a unique (or highly differentiated) product.
3) The differentiated products are imperfectly substitutable in consumption. This means that if the price of one good were to rise, some consumers would switch their purchases to another product within the industry. From the perspective of a firm in the industry, it would face a downward sloping demand curve for its product, but the position of the demand curve would depend upon the characteristics and prices of the other substitutable products produced by other firms. This assumption is intermediate between the perfectly competitive assumption in which goods are perfectly substitutable and the assumption in a monopoly market in which no substitution is possible.
Consumer demand for differentiated products is sometimes described using two distinct approaches: the love of variety approach and the ideal variety approach.
Love of Variety: The love of variety approach assumes that each consumer has a demand for multiple varieties of a product over time. A good example of this would be restaurant meals. Most consumers who eat out frequently will also switch between restaurants, one day eating at a Chinese restaurant, another day at a Mexican restaurant, etc. If all consumers share the same love of variety then the aggregate market will sustain demand for many varieties of goods simultaneously. If a utility function is specified that incorporates a love of variety, then the well-being of any consumer is greater the larger the number of varieties of goods available. Thus the consumers would prefer to have twenty varieties to choose between rather than ten.
Ideal Variety: The ideal variety approach assumes that each product consists of a collection of different characteristics. For example each automobile has a different color, interior and exterior design, engine features, etc. Each consumer is assumed to have different preferences over these characteristics. Since the final product consists of a composite of these characteristics, the consumer chooses a product closest to his or her ideal variety subject to the price of the good. In the aggregate, as long as consumers have different ideal varieties the market will sustain multiple firms selling similar products.
Depending on the type of consumer demand for the market, then, one can describe the monopolistic competition model as having consumers with heterogeneous demand (ideal variety) or homogeneous demand (love of variety).
4) There is free entry and exit of firms in response to profits in the industry. Thus if firms are making positive economic profits, it acts as a signal to others to open up similar firms producing similar products. If firms are losing money, making negative economic profits, then, one by one, firms will drop out of the industry. Entry or exit affects the aggregate supply of the product in the market and forces economic profit to zero for each firm in the industry in the long run. [Note: the long-run is defined as the period of time necessary to drive economic profit to zero.] This assumption is identical to the free entry and exit assumption in a perfectly competitive market.
5) There are economies of scale in production (internal to the firm). This is incorporated as a downward sloping average cost curve. If average costs fall when firm output increases it means that the per-unit cost falls with an increase in the scale of production. Since monopoly markets can arise when there are large fixed costs in production and since fixed costs result in declining average costs, the assumption of economies of scale is similar to a monopoly market.
These main assumptions of the monopolistically competitive market show that the market is intermediate between a purely competitive market and a purely monopolistic market. The analysis of trade proceeds using a standard depiction of equilibrium in a monopoly market. However, the results are reinterpreted in light of the assumptions described above. Also, it is worth mentioning that this model is a partial equilibrium model since there is only one industry described and there is no interaction across markets based on an aggregate resource constraint.
A monopolistically competitive market has features which represent a cross between a perfectly competitive market and a monopolistic market (hence the name). Below are listed some of the main assumptions of the model.
1) Many, many firms produce in a monopolistically competitive industry. This assumption is similar to that found in a model of perfect competition.
2) Each firm produces a product which is differentiated (i.e. different in character) from all other products produced by the other firms in the industry. Thus one firm might produce a red toothpaste with a spearmint taste, another might produce a white toothpaste with a wintergreen taste. This assumption is similar to a monopoly which produces a unique (or highly differentiated) product.
3) The differentiated products are imperfectly substitutable in consumption. This means that if the price of one good were to rise, some consumers would switch their purchases to another product within the industry. From the perspective of a firm in the industry, it would face a downward sloping demand curve for its product, but the position of the demand curve would depend upon the characteristics and prices of the other substitutable products produced by other firms. This assumption is intermediate between the perfectly competitive assumption in which goods are perfectly substitutable and the assumption in a monopoly market in which no substitution is possible.
Consumer demand for differentiated products is sometimes described using two distinct approaches: the love of variety approach and the ideal variety approach.
Love of Variety: The love of variety approach assumes that each consumer has a demand for multiple varieties of a product over time. A good example of this would be restaurant meals. Most consumers who eat out frequently will also switch between restaurants, one day eating at a Chinese restaurant, another day at a Mexican restaurant, etc. If all consumers share the same love of variety then the aggregate market will sustain demand for many varieties of goods simultaneously. If a utility function is specified that incorporates a love of variety, then the well-being of any consumer is greater the larger the number of varieties of goods available. Thus the consumers would prefer to have twenty varieties to choose between rather than ten.
Ideal Variety: The ideal variety approach assumes that each product consists of a collection of different characteristics. For example each automobile has a different color, interior and exterior design, engine features, etc. Each consumer is assumed to have different preferences over these characteristics. Since the final product consists of a composite of these characteristics, the consumer chooses a product closest to his or her ideal variety subject to the price of the good. In the aggregate, as long as consumers have different ideal varieties the market will sustain multiple firms selling similar products.
Depending on the type of consumer demand for the market, then, one can describe the monopolistic competition model as having consumers with heterogeneous demand (ideal variety) or homogeneous demand (love of variety).
4) There is free entry and exit of firms in response to profits in the industry. Thus if firms are making positive economic profits, it acts as a signal to others to open up similar firms producing similar products. If firms are losing money, making negative economic profits, then, one by one, firms will drop out of the industry. Entry or exit affects the aggregate supply of the product in the market and forces economic profit to zero for each firm in the industry in the long run. [Note: the long-run is defined as the period of time necessary to drive economic profit to zero.] This assumption is identical to the free entry and exit assumption in a perfectly competitive market.
5) There are economies of scale in production (internal to the firm). This is incorporated as a downward sloping average cost curve. If average costs fall when firm output increases it means that the per-unit cost falls with an increase in the scale of production. Since monopoly markets can arise when there are large fixed costs in production and since fixed costs result in declining average costs, the assumption of economies of scale is similar to a monopoly market.
These main assumptions of the monopolistically competitive market show that the market is intermediate between a purely competitive market and a purely monopolistic market. The analysis of trade proceeds using a standard depiction of equilibrium in a monopoly market. However, the results are reinterpreted in light of the assumptions described above. Also, it is worth mentioning that this model is a partial equilibrium model since there is only one industry described and there is no interaction across markets based on an aggregate resource constraint.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Academic Achievements
- First year (SY 2005-2006)
o Certificate of academic excellence (a numerical grade of 95 and above, or a letter grade of O) in the following subjects:
§ First term:
· Mathematics
· Physical Education
§ Second term:
· Music, Art and Computer
· Physical Education
· Student Activities
§ Third term:
· Music, Art and Computer
· Physical Education
· Student Activities
o Math Enrichment class
- Second year (SY 2006-2007)
o Certificate of academic excellence (a numerical grade of 93 and above, or a letter grade of O) in the following subjects:
§ First term:
· Christian Living Education
· Grammar
· Literature
· Physical Education
§ Second term:
· Grammar
· Literature
· Student Activities
§ Third term:
· Grammar
· Literature
· Student Activities
o Math Enrichment class
o Grammar Enrichment class
- Third year (SY 2007-2008)
o Certificate of academic excellence (a numerical grade of 93 and above, or a letter grade of O) in the following subjects:
§ First term:
· Christian Living Education
· Literature
· Student Activities
§ Second term:
· Christian Living Education
· Literature
· Mathematics
· THE (Home Economics)
· MAPE (Music/Art/Physical Ed.)
· Student Activities
§ Third term:
· Christian Living Education
· Literature
· Mathematics
· THE (Home Economics)
· Student Activities
o Math Enrichment class
o Grammar Enrichment class
- Fourth year (SY 2008-2009)
o Math Enrichment class
Extracurricular Activities/Awards
- SY 2005-2006
o Participant in the International Little League Association of Manila (ILLAM)
o Participant in the Marikina softball tournament
o Little League Philippine Series, 2nd place
o South East Asia Youth Baseball & Softball Tournament (SEAYB&ST), 1st place
o AC Pep Squad, member
o GALS cheerleading, 1st place
o Creatives and Promotions committee member, Teachers’ Day
o Creatives committee member, AC Fair
o Literature beadle
- SY 2006-2007
o Participant in the Muntinlupa Little League Baseball/Softball tournament
o Little League Philippine Series, 2nd place
o Participant in the National Open softball tournament at the Rosario Sports Compex
o Plyometrics Sports Program at the Adidas Sports Kamp
o AC Pep Squad, member
- SY 2007-2008
o Participant in the Muntinlupa Little League Baseball/Softball tournament
o Muntinlupa Little League Senior Girls Softball division, 1st place
o Muntinlupa Little League Senior Girls Softball division, Best Pitcher
o Little League Philippine Series, 2nd place
o Participant in the Marikina softball tournament
o AC Pep Squad, core member
o Class secretary
o Chemistry lab beadle
o Project Manager of Twenty_09 (a GK fund-raising project)
o Creatives committee head, Juniors’ Night
o Creatives committee head, Teachers’ Day
o Creatives committee member, AC Fair
o Speakers committee member, KKK
- SY 2008-2009
o Participant in the Muntinlupa Little League Baseball/Softball tournament
o AC Pep Squad, core member
o Member of the AC volleyball varsity
o Program head, Kapatiran (Freshmen-Seniors program)
Community/Church Involvement:
- Volunteer for Saturday of Service (GK Build) SY 2007-2008
- Raised money for GK through Twenty_09, a shirt designing/selling project SY 2007-2008
- First year (SY 2005-2006)
o Certificate of academic excellence (a numerical grade of 95 and above, or a letter grade of O) in the following subjects:
§ First term:
· Mathematics
· Physical Education
§ Second term:
· Music, Art and Computer
· Physical Education
· Student Activities
§ Third term:
· Music, Art and Computer
· Physical Education
· Student Activities
o Math Enrichment class
- Second year (SY 2006-2007)
o Certificate of academic excellence (a numerical grade of 93 and above, or a letter grade of O) in the following subjects:
§ First term:
· Christian Living Education
· Grammar
· Literature
· Physical Education
§ Second term:
· Grammar
· Literature
· Student Activities
§ Third term:
· Grammar
· Literature
· Student Activities
o Math Enrichment class
o Grammar Enrichment class
- Third year (SY 2007-2008)
o Certificate of academic excellence (a numerical grade of 93 and above, or a letter grade of O) in the following subjects:
§ First term:
· Christian Living Education
· Literature
· Student Activities
§ Second term:
· Christian Living Education
· Literature
· Mathematics
· THE (Home Economics)
· MAPE (Music/Art/Physical Ed.)
· Student Activities
§ Third term:
· Christian Living Education
· Literature
· Mathematics
· THE (Home Economics)
· Student Activities
o Math Enrichment class
o Grammar Enrichment class
- Fourth year (SY 2008-2009)
o Math Enrichment class
Extracurricular Activities/Awards
- SY 2005-2006
o Participant in the International Little League Association of Manila (ILLAM)
o Participant in the Marikina softball tournament
o Little League Philippine Series, 2nd place
o South East Asia Youth Baseball & Softball Tournament (SEAYB&ST), 1st place
o AC Pep Squad, member
o GALS cheerleading, 1st place
o Creatives and Promotions committee member, Teachers’ Day
o Creatives committee member, AC Fair
o Literature beadle
- SY 2006-2007
o Participant in the Muntinlupa Little League Baseball/Softball tournament
o Little League Philippine Series, 2nd place
o Participant in the National Open softball tournament at the Rosario Sports Compex
o Plyometrics Sports Program at the Adidas Sports Kamp
o AC Pep Squad, member
- SY 2007-2008
o Participant in the Muntinlupa Little League Baseball/Softball tournament
o Muntinlupa Little League Senior Girls Softball division, 1st place
o Muntinlupa Little League Senior Girls Softball division, Best Pitcher
o Little League Philippine Series, 2nd place
o Participant in the Marikina softball tournament
o AC Pep Squad, core member
o Class secretary
o Chemistry lab beadle
o Project Manager of Twenty_09 (a GK fund-raising project)
o Creatives committee head, Juniors’ Night
o Creatives committee head, Teachers’ Day
o Creatives committee member, AC Fair
o Speakers committee member, KKK
- SY 2008-2009
o Participant in the Muntinlupa Little League Baseball/Softball tournament
o AC Pep Squad, core member
o Member of the AC volleyball varsity
o Program head, Kapatiran (Freshmen-Seniors program)
Community/Church Involvement:
- Volunteer for Saturday of Service (GK Build) SY 2007-2008
- Raised money for GK through Twenty_09, a shirt designing/selling project SY 2007-2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
For most people, life doesn’t truly begin until high school –or college, even. I, however, honestly believe that I learned my most valuable lessons, in the fourth grade.
Previous to that year, I was a very complacent and unfeeling little girl, merely going through the motions of school and downtime. Of course, I wasn’t exactly mediocre. After all, I managed to consistently get top grades, be elected to lead whatever group or class I was in, and maintain a “family favorite” image (which got me extra sweets at Sunday lunches in my Lola’s house); but all these things meant very little to me. Nothing really affected me, be it positively or negatively. Nothing moved me. Nothing distinguished one day from the next. I had never known disappointment; I had never been truly challenged. Everything seemed to be handed to me, flawless, on a silver platter.
All that changed when I was given the chance to make a life-changing decision, towards the end of the third grade. My dad had been promoted to regional manager of the company he worked for. This meant that he had to move to the United States, and my mom and I had the option of going with him. At the time, I wasn’t fully aware of the consequences. All I knew was that the idea of seeing my friends and family once or twice in a year, made me want to cry like I’d never allowed myself to do so, before.
I couldn’t understand why my mom seemed to be so frustrated by my reaction to the issue, while my dad was very accepting. I was convinced that they would drag me to the airport, kicking and screaming, either way. My friends even threw me a small despedida, because we were so sure that I was leaving. To my surprise, my dad decided to shoulder the burden of packing up and leaving for Connecticut…alone.
That was my first taste of bittersweet reality. I then learned that things don’t always work out perfectly –sacrifices must be made. Over the next year, although my mom and I lived comfortably; able to go on regular shopping sprees even if my mom resigned from her job, something vital was obviously missing. I’d see my dad once every two months, or once a month if I was lucky. He made sure to save his visits for special occasions. Once, he even opted to come home for my birthday (in August), even if it meant he couldn’t come back for his in September: he’d chosen to subject himself to loneliness, just so that I’d feel loved, yet again.
This was also the year that I began to play softball competitively, in the International Little League Association of Manila (ILLAM). My dad was very supportive of my passion for the game (even if he’d hated baseball, growing up) and, yes; he even came home just to watch me play. For the first time in my life, I felt truly motivated (and, occasionally, truly frustrated by my ambition), to excel.
That pursuit of excellence was not only limited to softball. I became more focused and sincerely driven, in all my endeavors. I no longer relied on pure talent or intelligence. I told myself that I had to push my limits and work hard, because, at the end of the day, I wanted my dad –who had sacrificed so much, to have a daughter he could truly be proud of. In the process, I learned to have pride in myself.
In 2001, the arrangement finally became too much of a hassle. After all, a 15 hour flight was no joke. My dad requested a transfer, and they reassigned him, to Singapore. Although it was still a good plane ride away, it was much more convenient. I was even able to visit him quite a number of times. These visits, especially that one summer my mom cousins and I spent in Singapore, redefined my relationship with my dad: a relationship I cherish and will always hold dear. Whether it was while eating popcorn on the balcony on a rainy day, or while reading magazines as my mom went department-store hopping, I learned so much about the man who was destined to be my personal hero, from the very start. As a little child, I grew up in fear of my dad. His punishments were always much more painful and unforgiving; but I suppose the saying is true –“absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Soon enough, he was no longer the angry disciplinarian whose hand left a mark when he slapped my palm…I finally saw the world’s greatest dad, in someone who carried a jackstone ball I’d left behind, with him everywhere, just because he missed me.
My dad finally quit his prestigious, high-paying job, and came home in 2002 simply because he “wanted to see (me) grow up”; but the repercussions of the experience are still very much alive and relevant in my teenage life.
The love and respect I gained for my dad, because of everything that has transpired, truly shaped me into who I am today. As cliché as it is, my dad is my role model. He is my source of strength in times of challenges such as peer pressure. It is so easy for me to see Christ, concretely, by his example, and pattern my own integrity after his. Without my dad’s example, I don’t think I would be as driven to succeed. Without his example, I don’t think I would be able to comprehend the idea of succeeding not for your own glorification, but for the benefit of others. Without my dad, I would have never learned the value of simplicity quite as well as I did, when he came home.
My dad’s influence and impact on my life, is immeasurable. As a matter of fact, growing up, I dreamt of going to the Ateneo de Manila University simply because he’d basically grown up there himself. This dream isn’t a mere whim based on blindly imitating him, though. His applications of the values he learned in Ateneo from elementary to college, have put this university on a huge pedestal, in my eyes. I believe that attending college in the Ateneo and experiencing the holistic development available in its curriculum will continue to shape my character and reveal excellence –why settle for anything less?
Previous to that year, I was a very complacent and unfeeling little girl, merely going through the motions of school and downtime. Of course, I wasn’t exactly mediocre. After all, I managed to consistently get top grades, be elected to lead whatever group or class I was in, and maintain a “family favorite” image (which got me extra sweets at Sunday lunches in my Lola’s house); but all these things meant very little to me. Nothing really affected me, be it positively or negatively. Nothing moved me. Nothing distinguished one day from the next. I had never known disappointment; I had never been truly challenged. Everything seemed to be handed to me, flawless, on a silver platter.
All that changed when I was given the chance to make a life-changing decision, towards the end of the third grade. My dad had been promoted to regional manager of the company he worked for. This meant that he had to move to the United States, and my mom and I had the option of going with him. At the time, I wasn’t fully aware of the consequences. All I knew was that the idea of seeing my friends and family once or twice in a year, made me want to cry like I’d never allowed myself to do so, before.
I couldn’t understand why my mom seemed to be so frustrated by my reaction to the issue, while my dad was very accepting. I was convinced that they would drag me to the airport, kicking and screaming, either way. My friends even threw me a small despedida, because we were so sure that I was leaving. To my surprise, my dad decided to shoulder the burden of packing up and leaving for Connecticut…alone.
That was my first taste of bittersweet reality. I then learned that things don’t always work out perfectly –sacrifices must be made. Over the next year, although my mom and I lived comfortably; able to go on regular shopping sprees even if my mom resigned from her job, something vital was obviously missing. I’d see my dad once every two months, or once a month if I was lucky. He made sure to save his visits for special occasions. Once, he even opted to come home for my birthday (in August), even if it meant he couldn’t come back for his in September: he’d chosen to subject himself to loneliness, just so that I’d feel loved, yet again.
This was also the year that I began to play softball competitively, in the International Little League Association of Manila (ILLAM). My dad was very supportive of my passion for the game (even if he’d hated baseball, growing up) and, yes; he even came home just to watch me play. For the first time in my life, I felt truly motivated (and, occasionally, truly frustrated by my ambition), to excel.
That pursuit of excellence was not only limited to softball. I became more focused and sincerely driven, in all my endeavors. I no longer relied on pure talent or intelligence. I told myself that I had to push my limits and work hard, because, at the end of the day, I wanted my dad –who had sacrificed so much, to have a daughter he could truly be proud of. In the process, I learned to have pride in myself.
In 2001, the arrangement finally became too much of a hassle. After all, a 15 hour flight was no joke. My dad requested a transfer, and they reassigned him, to Singapore. Although it was still a good plane ride away, it was much more convenient. I was even able to visit him quite a number of times. These visits, especially that one summer my mom cousins and I spent in Singapore, redefined my relationship with my dad: a relationship I cherish and will always hold dear. Whether it was while eating popcorn on the balcony on a rainy day, or while reading magazines as my mom went department-store hopping, I learned so much about the man who was destined to be my personal hero, from the very start. As a little child, I grew up in fear of my dad. His punishments were always much more painful and unforgiving; but I suppose the saying is true –“absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Soon enough, he was no longer the angry disciplinarian whose hand left a mark when he slapped my palm…I finally saw the world’s greatest dad, in someone who carried a jackstone ball I’d left behind, with him everywhere, just because he missed me.
My dad finally quit his prestigious, high-paying job, and came home in 2002 simply because he “wanted to see (me) grow up”; but the repercussions of the experience are still very much alive and relevant in my teenage life.
The love and respect I gained for my dad, because of everything that has transpired, truly shaped me into who I am today. As cliché as it is, my dad is my role model. He is my source of strength in times of challenges such as peer pressure. It is so easy for me to see Christ, concretely, by his example, and pattern my own integrity after his. Without my dad’s example, I don’t think I would be as driven to succeed. Without his example, I don’t think I would be able to comprehend the idea of succeeding not for your own glorification, but for the benefit of others. Without my dad, I would have never learned the value of simplicity quite as well as I did, when he came home.
My dad’s influence and impact on my life, is immeasurable. As a matter of fact, growing up, I dreamt of going to the Ateneo de Manila University simply because he’d basically grown up there himself. This dream isn’t a mere whim based on blindly imitating him, though. His applications of the values he learned in Ateneo from elementary to college, have put this university on a huge pedestal, in my eyes. I believe that attending college in the Ateneo and experiencing the holistic development available in its curriculum will continue to shape my character and reveal excellence –why settle for anything less?
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Nice word; tressaillements. Nice enough to be a name. Weird enough to be a link =)
I was about to start this entry of with an "I want to explode", but I checked my last one (which was..eons ago) and that began with an "I want..", too. I don't feel like sounding selfish (nice try, nice try) and I don't feel like making sense. But I wish I could explode..into a million little stars. A million little Christmas lights (not the multi-colored ones, of course) and a million little butterfly wings and white rose petals and snowflakes that land like kisses on your cheeks.
Y'know, I think I need to work on my so-called Lit knowledge (which, in all truth, is made up of..*drumroll please* unfinished poetry books, magazines and half-opened novels nobody cares to know -ugh, just to sound cool about it), just so that I can work on my thoughts again.Or maybe I just need something to happen. I just need those God-forsaken words.
'Cause I'm starting to sound (and feel) like everyone else..and the truth is, I'm not too sure that I like it. It feels like another good time to reformat, to me. Inspiration!..the serendipitous type, of course (which makes it twice as amazing). I love how certain people can make you feel so small, and feel so much and wish you saw even more. I want to write like that -seeing more in the rough of old wooden tablesides than most have on New Year's eve.
I need to write about the way walking across a mound makes my stomach tie up in knots like it's Forever; like I'm not stuck in a rut and like I do have more in this head than useless junk about Ancient History and even older routines.
Much love, 'til then! =)
Y'know, I think I need to work on my so-called Lit knowledge (which, in all truth, is made up of..*drumroll please* unfinished poetry books, magazines and half-opened novels nobody cares to know -ugh, just to sound cool about it), just so that I can work on my thoughts again.
'Cause I'm starting to sound (and feel) like everyone else..and the truth is, I'm not too sure that I like it. It feels like another good time to reformat, to me. Inspiration!..the serendipitous type, of course (which makes it twice as amazing). I love how certain people can make you feel so small, and feel so much and wish you saw even more. I want to write like that -seeing more in the rough of old wooden tablesides than most have on New Year's eve.
I need to write about the way walking across a mound makes my stomach tie up in knots like it's Forever; like I'm not stuck in a rut and like I do have more in this head than useless junk about Ancient History and even older routines.
Much love, 'til then! =)
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
I want him to lose all train of thought, at the sight of me..or fall all over himself, at the thought of me.
*Sigh*, what I'd do to have you all..caught up.
*Sigh*, what I'd do to have you all..caught up.
Monday, December 04, 2006
There are few words to contain this daze..very little, after all, was said..or had to be said. But no, there was (and is) something to be said about the way I might've melted into the curve of your shoulder, or fallen quickly and subtly and secretly into smiles (buried, perhaps, into your shirt? That's what you get for pulling the silly thing close enough to pretend.) We kept more, in our silences, than most will ever speak. I've decided that there is so little left to doubt.
I'd like to keep a bit of you guessing, though ('til, well..)..so I'll keep some of this all to myself ('til, well..). But whatever we are, whoever I am, you make me smile the headaches away. Would you let me in, stranger?
I owe you a..hmmm :-)
I'd like to keep a bit of you guessing, though ('til, well..)..so I'll keep some of this all to myself ('til, well..). But whatever we are, whoever I am, you make me smile the headaches away. Would you let me in, stranger?
I owe you a..hmmm :-)
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Party sa ulan, leche
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Am I mysterious, yet? I feel as though I've let my walls fall far too low for far too long. Perhaps I have undermined silence..or saw it to be beyond reach, or possibility in my given circumstance; circumstance, rather, I have chosen to let myself sink into. I am escaping into public disclosure, once again; in spite of time..or the perpetual lack of it.
Am I as transparent as I (regrettably) feel? Something refuses to unwind..it is her; groping and clawing at my insides. It is her; the egomaniac I am powerless against, the monster they warned us of in preschool. I can feel her pulling at my heartstrings and filling my head with too much to decipher. It is her that beckons me to exist without feeling or reason without understanding. (But I distinctly feel bits of her escape from those smiles, run out of those laughs, and fall as the sweat by a beat or a rush of feet)
You don't know it yet (though I'm pretty sure you've got some clue) but you kill her, for me, quite a bit..quite alot, in all truth; enough to make me wonder if I'm saving any of you, back. I wish..I wish to know. (I could care less about being selfish) Do you, really? And..would you, still?
There is something to be said about the first.
Am I as transparent as I (regrettably) feel? Something refuses to unwind..it is her; groping and clawing at my insides. It is her; the egomaniac I am powerless against, the monster they warned us of in preschool. I can feel her pulling at my heartstrings and filling my head with too much to decipher. It is her that beckons me to exist without feeling or reason without understanding. (But I distinctly feel bits of her escape from those smiles, run out of those laughs, and fall as the sweat by a beat or a rush of feet)
You don't know it yet (though I'm pretty sure you've got some clue) but you kill her, for me, quite a bit..quite alot, in all truth; enough to make me wonder if I'm saving any of you, back. I wish..I wish to know. (I could care less about being selfish) Do you, really? And..would you, still?
There is something to be said about the first.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
We are the breaths called suffering humanities; struggling fixation, chronic frustration. The days pass like blurs by our car windows, leaving traces of who the what the where the fcuk. Numbers hit hard and fast, but it was the disappointment that overlooked every heavied sigh, that killed me. I promise you: this hardly comes easily. I can feel myself wasting away, today.
(But I am the infinity you make me out to be, I am the bait of the hook; the risk a fool once took! I am capable and in view, and I'd make you doubletake..if I didn't catch you the first time. Because I did, as you glanced a second too long and a smirk too short. There is too much, beyond the lines I've drawn, so much sans my preoccupation.)
I hope to be given reason to make more sense, soon.
(But I am the infinity you make me out to be, I am the bait of the hook; the risk a fool once took! I am capable and in view, and I'd make you doubletake..if I didn't catch you the first time. Because I did, as you glanced a second too long and a smirk too short. There is too much, beyond the lines I've drawn, so much sans my preoccupation.)
I hope to be given reason to make more sense, soon.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Hm, what is this thing you people call "rest"?
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Snippets!..because I'm tamad to write and because it was quite a day-slash-night and because..well, just because, alright? :-)
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*Ahem*.."dude". scared yourself. beadle-phile. lemon squares. oil spill. fear of the Lord. + + + - - +. "wow, we're alot". kawawa si Kintin. bhl. Blast from the Past. 86 Froot Loops. "kinda hard to concentrate". Buknoy. rident. "there's no reason for living". sabaw steps. ooh, shiny. cancelled plans. pa-epal. make me libre, instead. donuts. coffee jelly Ice Monster mmm. "project" that I knew nothing about (humph, Ateneo Math). spam girl. freaky statue people. Ivan the protective boyfriend. emo child. just like ****. find a cab. *tampo*. keep off the grass >:-P. no swings, no star..oh wait, one star ha ha. the "secret". poof.
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Star light, star bright
Star light, star bright
only star I saw that night;
I've got a wish and, wrong or right,
it's all I've got so hold on tight
wish I "may" more than I "might"
remedy fear with hope so slight.
I've got a wish and, wrong or right,
it's all I've got so hold on tight
wish I "may" more than I "might"
remedy fear with hope so slight.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
I woke up with a start, taking a subconscious headache to heart. It got harder to push away, but (as always) thoughts of you did that for me. Don't ask me how. Don't ask me why.
No one else has to understand..after all, I'm not too sure I do, either..but shh, you make me smile the headaches away :-)
No one else has to understand..after all, I'm not too sure I do, either..but shh, you make me smile the headaches away :-)
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Think..just a little bit, just enough to catch the slips in my secrets. Spill, just a little more, just enough to outweigh the need to play it safe. Ho-hum, it's been..*counts with fingers* a while.
Monday, November 13, 2006
This is an entry for the sake of documenting an incredibly random, stupid schoolgirl moment. Nothing profound (although I'm tempted to completely outdo that Histo discussion on religion) and nothing cryptic..just because I don't feel like being too secretive, for once :-)
I dragged myself to the gym today, despite my homework load (bam!), simply because I felt like the retreat had successfully killed II-1's lovely figures. Add to that the fact that my maids pointed at the wrong pyrex of lasagna the other night (there goes my semi-vegan lifestyle achievement *sigh*) and all the usual conversations about our batch's obvious weight and self esteem issues (my favorite part, by the way, was the bit about how friend A wakes up in the middle of dreams about eating a bag of chips in a cold sweat) I swear I don't know how we all got this way; in the cooking half of THE class alone, there're probably three or four people per table with some eating disorder or the other. Hilarious. So anyway, I go into the locker room and hey there's that thing called a weighing scale. Now usually that little thing makes me sorta happy, but today..crap, I couldn't get over it. I cursed Antipolo to the high Heavens with every crunch, lap, breath. Tomorrow, I decided, I'll skip breakfast. Or dinner. And lunch -but wait, I never eat lunch.
God I hate being a girl.
So after an hour of cursing and running and telling myself that dang scale's a piece of shit, it's back into the locker room. I can't help but look at the evil thing and what's this? Turning to one of the assistant maintenance whatever ladies fixing her hair in the mirror, I ask (in that high pitched shaky Tagalog voice) "miss, uhm..yung scale na toh..?" She jerks, slightly and smiles "ay sira po talaga yun, dati pa" I look closer and *mwahaha* the useless evil piece of shit registered about twelve or thirteen pounds without anything or anyone on it.
Uh-huh, take that, Antipolo.
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You wake me right out of the doldrums..and I'm pretty sure you half-know why I haven't half-smiled, in a while. Don't leave me wondering for too long, please. My mind's a deadly wishy washy switchy swatch!
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Oh, oh! And, in case anyone was wondering; yes, I'd probably love anyone who got me the new Starbucks planner FOREVER *bats lashes* hahaha
I dragged myself to the gym today, despite my homework load (bam!), simply because I felt like the retreat had successfully killed II-1's lovely figures. Add to that the fact that my maids pointed at the wrong pyrex of lasagna the other night (there goes my semi-vegan lifestyle achievement *sigh*) and all the usual conversations about our batch's obvious weight and self esteem issues (my favorite part, by the way, was the bit about how friend A wakes up in the middle of dreams about eating a bag of chips in a cold sweat) I swear I don't know how we all got this way; in the cooking half of THE class alone, there're probably three or four people per table with some eating disorder or the other. Hilarious. So anyway, I go into the locker room and hey there's that thing called a weighing scale. Now usually that little thing makes me sorta happy, but today..crap, I couldn't get over it. I cursed Antipolo to the high Heavens with every crunch, lap, breath. Tomorrow, I decided, I'll skip breakfast. Or dinner. And lunch -but wait, I never eat lunch.
God I hate being a girl.
So after an hour of cursing and running and telling myself that dang scale's a piece of shit, it's back into the locker room. I can't help but look at the evil thing and what's this? Turning to one of the assistant maintenance whatever ladies fixing her hair in the mirror, I ask (in that high pitched shaky Tagalog voice) "miss, uhm..yung scale na toh..?" She jerks, slightly and smiles "ay sira po talaga yun, dati pa" I look closer and *mwahaha* the useless evil piece of shit registered about twelve or thirteen pounds without anything or anyone on it.
Uh-huh, take that, Antipolo.
You wake me right out of the doldrums..and I'm pretty sure you half-know why I haven't half-smiled, in a while. Don't leave me wondering for too long, please. My mind's a deadly wishy washy switchy swatch!
Oh, oh! And, in case anyone was wondering; yes, I'd probably love anyone who got me the new Starbucks planner FOREVER *bats lashes* hahaha
Saturday, November 11, 2006
You're not even worth the tiniest bit of me, sweetheart :-)
Friday, November 10, 2006
It was then that I admitted to the frailty of my secrets; in the grey of those provincial clouds, hazed and tracking as lazily as my soul. Despite the hypocrisy of a kickout, and a never-was, we shed bits and pieces of our humanity; pure, transparent and weak, slipping through that sharp gaze and curve of one's cheeks..as though softening all expression of our Truths! Yes, I'm a crybaby; yes, I'm ridiculously sentimental; and, yes, I miss you like I miss my linked STAND UP SPEAK UP ballers that no longer hang by my left wrist (sigh, dang detachment gift activity :-<)
I supposed the old wooden chairs would forever hold familiarity, and moments you couldn't barter for a whisper in the window's light; hidden issues, spin the bottle, rhetorical questions, and the unfulfilled Bethany dare. Geez, the stories we could've told; of the fake yellow roses, the last cubicle bed, and the pen light (cue creepy dramatic music)
My mind raced at thoughts of infinities I'd caught and released, for sanity's sake (because it's always for sanity's sake)..but I smiled, for old time's sake. And I smiled, knowing my logic uncuffed my skin and led me back to possibility..and beginnings, and someplace safe. Someplace without the hurt I'd sunken into. I smiled, because I distinctly remember you making it sound like you'd notice..and maybe because I need to see you soon. Because I need to know.
Oh, and although nobody can dictate who sees what, not even the most manipulative (that I should know); it was nice to know that you (and you, and always you, and *gasp* even you) saw past, regardless. How many Homes have come and gone? Without realizing, I myself had been found..so surprisingly, severely, overshadowed by the selectiveness of my stupidity! (Oi, alliteration..or something a little bit like it) In immeasurable ways, a finite being such as myself had been saved, without reason for deserving so..or, rather, with Reason much too much for that said frailty to comprehend.
The frailty I saw, for the last time, in that makeshift chapel. The one that brought me to my knees so easily; gasping and whispering "I'm sorry"s to the wind. Or to You, perhaps. You, whom I could not even bare to look at. You, whom I have dissapointed (among so many others) You, who I do not deserve..who makes everything better with no reason other than Reason. I wondered when all this change had transpired, and when I embraced the idea of isolation. The unanswerable broke down the minute I had choked down enough tears (and been held and fixed by enough *hugs* and tissue packs) to breathe and realize that we'd all made ourselves feel more alone than we'd really ever been. We're a bunch of loners..who just (thankfully) happened to find each other, now.
I wuv you, II-1. Assumption Antipolo with you guys..was Home :-)
I supposed the old wooden chairs would forever hold familiarity, and moments you couldn't barter for a whisper in the window's light; hidden issues, spin the bottle, rhetorical questions, and the unfulfilled Bethany dare. Geez, the stories we could've told; of the fake yellow roses, the last cubicle bed, and the pen light (cue creepy dramatic music)
My mind raced at thoughts of infinities I'd caught and released, for sanity's sake (because it's always for sanity's sake)..but I smiled, for old time's sake. And I smiled, knowing my logic uncuffed my skin and led me back to possibility..and beginnings, and someplace safe. Someplace without the hurt I'd sunken into. I smiled, because I distinctly remember you making it sound like you'd notice..and maybe because I need to see you soon. Because I need to know.
Oh, and although nobody can dictate who sees what, not even the most manipulative (that I should know); it was nice to know that you (and you, and always you, and *gasp* even you) saw past, regardless. How many Homes have come and gone? Without realizing, I myself had been found..so surprisingly, severely, overshadowed by the selectiveness of my stupidity! (Oi, alliteration..or something a little bit like it) In immeasurable ways, a finite being such as myself had been saved, without reason for deserving so..or, rather, with Reason much too much for that said frailty to comprehend.
The frailty I saw, for the last time, in that makeshift chapel. The one that brought me to my knees so easily; gasping and whispering "I'm sorry"s to the wind. Or to You, perhaps. You, whom I could not even bare to look at. You, whom I have dissapointed (among so many others) You, who I do not deserve..who makes everything better with no reason other than Reason. I wondered when all this change had transpired, and when I embraced the idea of isolation. The unanswerable broke down the minute I had choked down enough tears (and been held and fixed by enough *hugs* and tissue packs) to breathe and realize that we'd all made ourselves feel more alone than we'd really ever been. We're a bunch of loners..who just (thankfully) happened to find each other, now.
I wuv you, II-1. Assumption Antipolo with you guys..was Home :-)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
There will be two nights' distance, but I swear the abstinence will bring me close to nowhere, sans insanity. Living for rare clarity, I caught myself wishing on 11:11..how perfectly pathetic. As pathetic as sighing that signature smile, within taunting's range. (School girl teasing is a horribly rampant bit of torture) Did I take my words back, with every speechless moment? Caught off guard and overwhelmed, again and again and again..what is there left to doubt? Meet me halfway, and I swear to walk the line.
Monday, November 06, 2006
We're friends okay. Don't let it get to your head; boys like you are a dime a dozen
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Inebriation is a funny, funny thing..thankfully, this little Fetus stayed sober enough to appreciate (and remember!) its humor. I must admit, I got a little more drunk on the thought of you than that vodka shot into my throat and (body) shot off a Four-ever friend's neck. (Yes, luv, your life is now complete) Completely oblivious to the choirs and parental supervision, secrets and margarita slipped and spilt onto broken bench swings and unfortunate tsinelas.
Completely oblivious to..hm.
Words seem to (once again) fail the fire in our lungs, and tightness in our chests. Or perhaps I fail the words which, of course, never truly fail to strike fair and square. Words I still can't find..emotion I have yet to pinpoint. We willallow ourselves to make more sense next time..yes, maybe next time or something.
Completely oblivious to..hm.
Words seem to (once again) fail the fire in our lungs, and tightness in our chests. Or perhaps I fail the words which, of course, never truly fail to strike fair and square. Words I still can't find..emotion I have yet to pinpoint. We will
Friday, November 03, 2006
So maybe ancient history is meant to be dug up..when, and only when, its survival is worth preservation. I may play the prodigal and forsake the All Star black and white, but it's nice to know that certain things lie waiting in nostalgia's closet (then again, that goes both ways hm) And contrary to (stoofid) belief, I'm pretty sure we'll be looking through that mess every so often, friend :-)
As for tonight, I pray that my tell-tale willpower gives me the strength to stay sober..not that it's given me much trouble, before. Truth is; I can see myself too overcome with fatigue, to sneak a sip, already. The days are ticking away, and we're dragging ourselves up North yet again (to blah away at our energy levels and reward ourselves with imaginary tequila)..routine, like the little girl's perfectly rigid schedule; routine, like the targets we hit solely because we can never afford to miss. Perfectly routine, like the words that never slip and smiles that hardly hit past half.
Although I wonder if I'm up for handing someone leverage over my absolutes, again..and I wonder if you could make abeautiful mess out of me.
'Til the answers compell me to abdicate the role, I suppose there is nothing much else to do but remain calculating..tugging ever so subtly at these strings. (Occassionally, though, I'd like to believe I can feel you tug back)..and I must admit, you catch me a little bit off-guard, stranger.
As for tonight, I pray that my tell-tale willpower gives me the strength to stay sober..not that it's given me much trouble, before. Truth is; I can see myself too overcome with fatigue, to sneak a sip, already. The days are ticking away, and we're dragging ourselves up North yet again (to blah away at our energy levels and reward ourselves with imaginary tequila)..routine, like the little girl's perfectly rigid schedule; routine, like the targets we hit solely because we can never afford to miss. Perfectly routine, like the words that never slip and smiles that hardly hit past half.
Although I wonder if I'm up for handing someone leverage over my absolutes, again..and I wonder if you could make a
'Til the answers compell me to abdicate the role, I suppose there is nothing much else to do but remain calculating..tugging ever so subtly at these strings. (Occassionally, though, I'd like to believe I can feel you tug back)..and I must admit, you catch me a little bit off-guard, stranger.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
..*sigh* so much I want to know, so many words I can't find.
Oh, and..ew, I don't even remember the last time I was "just a friend" :-<
Oh, and..ew, I don't even remember the last time I was "just a friend" :-<
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I'm beginning to suspect insomnia, for no good reason. As much as my consciousness begs to be put to no use, the flesh dictates sensation with bat in hand.
Beyond decent hours, I put thoughts of secrets away (for my sanity's sake!!)..but tidying things up implies keeping them, albeit in someplace less accessable for the time being.
Enter: people I don't know, who seem to mistake the 31st of October for Valentine's; people I do, who feign mystery as I play dumb; and secrets I've taken in or made myself, piling up in place of Maths and Biology, all threatening to ease up that scale towards insanity.
Miles short of decent hours, I awoke to another sting (I'm telling you, I don't understand how this flesh continues to refuse rest) 'til I realized I had paid my dues and numbed like no other in this given situation. And that sad attempt seemed to fade, with no mark, much like the others. Because it takes something of much greater substance to leave a mark, comparable to how diamonds cut through glass without so much as a scratch!
At that, I would like to point out my lack of scars *clap clap* and I would, as well, much like to think that it is a knack for healing that keeps this masochistic being, breathing..and that makes that half-pound of difference.
Beyond decent hours, I put thoughts of secrets away (for my sanity's sake!!)..but tidying things up implies keeping them, albeit in someplace less accessable for the time being.
Enter: people I don't know, who seem to mistake the 31st of October for Valentine's; people I do, who feign mystery as I play dumb; and secrets I've taken in or made myself, piling up in place of Maths and Biology, all threatening to ease up that scale towards insanity.
Miles short of decent hours, I awoke to another sting (I'm telling you, I don't understand how this flesh continues to refuse rest) 'til I realized I had paid my dues and numbed like no other in this given situation. And that sad attempt seemed to fade, with no mark, much like the others. Because it takes something of much greater substance to leave a mark, comparable to how diamonds cut through glass without so much as a scratch!
At that, I would like to point out my lack of scars *clap clap* and I would, as well, much like to think that it is a knack for healing that keeps this masochistic being, breathing..and that makes that half-pound of difference.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Despite the many times I said I couldn't..don't underestimate my sense to forget. I'm sorry, but it's better like this.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Did you catch those far and away glances, sighing for a minute's nerve? I swear the corner of my eye tricked itself into believing so, as thrice I chose to look and not speak, or speak and not mean! Though, more than thrice, I saw and might've suppressed the curve of my lips or tint of my cheeks. Yes, because I'm stubborn like that. Perhaps I will abandon all thought to the fourth star, or surrender completely to the sun..oh, and to what we dare to refer to only as destiny. (Haha, all hail the hypocrite convert!) Regardless, I admit..I might've chosen to submit to that school girl ideal. And I admit; I might've said more than meant, so much more than thrice.
..and, until that reassurance calmed my heart back into stability, I think I might've shivered a bit.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
I caught whispers of possibility, by bonfires and fields. Worlds seemed to collide with conspired privacy, the wonders of SMS and (by some odd stroke of luck) coincidence, herself..although we, of course, leave no amount of sloth up to fate! Slowly, we seem to master the fine art of manipulating this tell-tale hourglass by ways of sarcasm and half smiles. When we choose to feel a bit rougher around the edges, we scream into sophomore frustration; but by nothings and sighs, we are left sunkissed and reeling.
I will always live for the intrigue, well-played.
I will always live for the intrigue, well-played.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
This is little more than yet another
sad attempt at an introduction.
There is not much left to say,
despite the millions better left unsaid.
I am, I suppose..taking another stab
at renewal, and blazing through phases
of stop motion transition.
Oh, and I'm hoping,
to God almighty,
that I find those singed wings
in time to save myself.
After all, I am the girl
with eternity on ink
and emotion for company.
And to those who feel, I am anything but cold.
sad attempt at an introduction.
There is not much left to say,
despite the millions better left unsaid.
I am, I suppose..taking another stab
at renewal, and blazing through phases
of stop motion transition.
Oh, and I'm hoping,
to God almighty,
that I find those singed wings
in time to save myself.
After all, I am the girl
with eternity on ink
and emotion for company.
And to those who feel, I am anything but cold.
