2nd Term Exams

3i Retreat

Saan ba? Sa bayan ng Angono, lalawigan ng Rizal --- Loyola Retreat House. Bundok este burol na naman! Kailan? Siguro, ika-19 ng Oktubre. Oo, tama kasabay niya ang Erik SOLO at Araneta Col. Ang ANO? The Retreat of 3i GradClass '09.

Hindi ko na matandaan. Matagal na kasi, hindi ako ganoon ka "lakas" sa pag-aalala. Paumanhin. Barberuhin ko nalang ung iba :)

Marahil dinala ko na ang lahat ng kailangan: damit, pagkain, toyletpuno(toiletries), ilawan, PISO, atbp.

Ay! Hindi agaran ang aming pagpunta sa Rizal. May klase pa ho! Kung hindi ako nagkakamali may 2 kaming Long Test? Hindi ako sigurado, basta't pagod ako bago umalis.

Dismissal! Ayan na kanya-kayang handa at punta sa bus. Tatlo ang bag na dala ko. Kumain muna ang lahat bago bumiyahe.

Abante! Hindi tabloid. : Ang sarap ng pwesto ko, sa may bintana subalit katabi ko sa Balamiento. Hindi naman siya magulo SUBALIT may tao na pilit umawit. Hindi isinasangalang-alang ang pandinig ng iba. Alam na! Halos lahat nakikinig sa mga tugtog sapagkat magpapaalam ang mga kagamitan namin pagdating sa Retreat House.

its too bad i defied the rules. i brought two. [insert evil laugh]. i brought my headset. [insert laugh]. the cellphone that i was about to surrender was simless. [insert giggles] . the cellphone that i was to about to sneak in has an UNCHARGED battery. [bwahahaha]! WHAT THE HELL? i guess it's an omen to surrender my stuff. too bad :(

Here! here we are. before we went down the bus, we were told that Glorietta went BOOM! it's G2. We went straight to the Open Conference Area and discussed the House Rules, Room Assignments and our first merienda! There were three floors with rooms, i believe there is another --- maybe the roof. The rooms were assigned; one for each student. I got room 22. The room was in good condition for me. It had a door with a lock, keys inserted in the knob, two average sized beds, lights, a cabinet, a sink, an electric fan and an electric socket [insert grin or let's say a charger]. Time to unpack somethings and change into pambahay. BELLS! BELLS! BELLS! Off to the Chapel Front for Merienda!

Break! Sabi ni Sir Jerry masarap ang pagkain sa retreat house. And it was true! Spaghetti ( na REFILLABLE o BOTTOMLESS ), tinapay at pamatid-uhaw! Yung spag yung nagpapanalo. Proper etiqutte recquired table napkins, but some used a slice of bread as their pamunas. Babuy!

Conference! Dito pala sinabi yung mga patakaran. Dito na rin magsisimula ang mga aktibidades ( gawain ). First, inner silence and meditation. It's too bad i didn't feel that i was flying. I just felt emptiness inside. It was like nothing - i felt NUMB. Next, clay molding. Feel free to do whatever you like with an innocent piece of clay. I made a "Jesus and Me" figure. Last, sharing time. I was with Jerome when this happened. Doon kami sa taas kung saan magbabantay yung aso. The activity was a mystery for me.

Prayer Room~ Here we offered our clay figurines to the Relic of Jesus Christ. Also a prayer to guide our offerings. We had a moment of silence, laughter and thought. Out of nowhere we heard the sound of a note from a piano. Creepy!

Palancas~ It was a mystery when people were just vanishing. One by one we were called to the great mysteries of the Retreat House. Hernandez... Lacuna.... Lijauco.... Macrohon. It's time for the final judgement. " I walk in the valley od death. I fear no evil for You are with me." Indeed i was walking in a hall filled with a parallel-arranged candles. It was creepy and dark. NO FEAR! I walked cautiously, and i was waiting for any supernatural event to occur. None...

Palanca Room~ I heard: "susunugin yung palanca". It's just an action of a fool or maybe not. There i see an envelope and written on it: "Daniel Macrohon 3I, BIGMAC, PALANCA KO ITO, PALANCA LETTERs". Basta binaboy ko yung envelope. But the letters inside were read by a Daniel, in fact even a Manuel. I don't remeber mucha about this except for a poem.

Sow a thought, reap something. :) I also left some letters in my room, and i was lazy to get it. I read all letters and was glad about the content. I remebered myself smiling, that's all.

Italian Iron Chef - Filipino Style ( WTH Rants )

Informal Post.

Nagsimula ang lahat sa "Ano?". Isang proyekto na tatalakay sa pagkain, bayani, kwentong bayan at ang kasaysayan ng napiling bansa. Next, Drafting! Dito, alam ko na ang gagawin ko. Planado at tuwid! Pinili akong pinuno at ako ang pumili ng kasapi ( Miggy , Garde , Jerome, Balamiento, Punzalan, Oba, at Eguico . Saan ka pa? May magagaling sa pagguhit, pagtugtog, pamumuno (AKO!), pag-aasikaso sa kompyuter... kaso nga lang medyo HINDI PANTAY!

Pagpupulong Una! Kailangan ng mga magsasaliksik ukol sa bansa. Teka, anong bansa? Kahit anong bansa ng kontinenteng Europa. Pinagpipilian Italya, Gresya, Aleman o Espanya. Syempre kailangan isaalang-alang ang rubriks - pagkain, bayani etc. Inuwi namin ang desisyon. Mapitagan na pinag-iisip ng grupo ko - ITALYA.

Saliksik! Oo naging maayos naman. Nakuha ang lahat ng kinakailangan.
Pagkain : Pasta!
Bayani : Guiseppi ( gi-se-pee)
Kwento: Tarantella! ( isang sayaw na nakagagaling raw ng kagat ng Tarantulla)
Italya: Ang Roma, Simbahan,Gladiator, Michaelangelo, Leonardo Da Vinci, Vulcan atbp

Brochure! Oo nga pala, ano ang gagawin sa aming saliksik? Una sa lahat, gagawin itong Brochure o kung anu man salin nyan sa Tagalog at makalawa ay Cooking Show! Maayos, gaya nga ng sabi ko, pero kailan gagawin? Aber! Isang araw nalang ang nalalabi! Si OBA na yung kinuha kong mag aasikaso sa aming brosige(bro-sure) :D Balak namin ay ang paghati sa SBP sa tatlo, yung tradisyonal na anyo ng brosige. At may gimik pa yan, susubukan namin na gawin window design. Bale ang nakasulat ay nasa likod ng isang tagos-ilaw(transparent? tinatamad ako hanapin yung tamang salin) na plastik. Iguguhit sana ni Oba ang bansang Italya, subalit sabi ni Ser Franz, "huwag na i-Print nalanag". Sayang naman!

Cooking Shoo!
Miggy: Iron Chef nalang!
Eguico: Iron, hindi ba't yun yung pamplantsa...
Lahat: **** mo!

OO! Iron Chef Italy ang aming tema. Masarap isipin ang pagtatanghal, masarap itanghal sa isipan. Ehem, napaghandaan na namin ang lahat, este pinaghandaan. Mula sa daloy, hanggang sa mga aktor.
Oba: Chairman
Miggy: Iron Chef ng Italya
Marvin: Challenger - from Quiapo - Iron Chef Di Pantay
Daniel : Commentator/Host
Jerom and Benjo B: MichaelAngelo and Leonardo
Ian: Guiseppi
Garde: Laptop Man!

Binilin ko sa bawat isa na asikasuhin ang kanyang papel sa mala-Iron Chef na 20min sesyon. Napagsangayunan na sa bahay ng bawat Chef iluluto ang pasta: isang Spag at isang Carbonara. Dito na magsisimula ang problema. Nagkalokohan sa pagbibili ng sangkap sa pagkain. Hula ko, si Eguico nagkamali! Siya nga! Hindi lang yan, si Marvin dapat ang gagawa ng iskrip ni Ian para sa bayani. Pero hindi nya nagawa! ay nung Tanghalian (bago mag AP) pala. Basura! Sige, dahan-dahan lang. PERO HINDI PWEDE! May mga ibang kasapi na palpak! Si Alano at Balamiento! hindi nagdala ng tamang damit! Simpleng damit , hindi pa madala-dala. Sige, patatawarin ko iyan. Hoy Benjo! bat wala kang dinalang kalan! Si Oba, sinabihan ko nang mag Chairman at kung ano ang gagawin, AY! Ang hilig tumanggi. Kay simple ng gagawin at tila papatay ng isang tao ang inihahabilin ko sa kanya? At eto pa, isang maikling sayaw, AYAW NG GRUPO!

Pagtatanghal! Nakabihis na ang lahat. Pasok ako para makapagbigay pambungad Biglang sisingit si Oba, na hindi pa ako nakakatapos sa aking "magiging talumpati na MAGLALAMAN NG DETALYE NG BANSA!" ayan! WALANG BINAGGIT UKOL SA AMING BANSA! hindi pa diyan nagsisimula ang SAKUNA, KALAMIDAD, DISASTER! Pinakilala ko muna ang dalawang magtutugis sa araw na iyon. Iron Chef Miggy and Chef Di Pants. Naunang nagluto si Chef Eguico.

Eguico: Oh! Ayan magsisimula na ako magluto ng aking pasta.
Lahat: Tawa
Eguico: Ang aking lulutuin ay Carbonara
Lahat: Tawa
Eguico: Dito, uunahain ang cheese!
Lahat: Halakhak!
[aside] Dan & Miggy: ANAK NG! Chiz una?
Eguico: Hmm, keso pala . Keso. Sabay halo.
Lahat: Tawa, hala sige TAWA!
[aside] Dan: Hoy! Ano hinahalo mo dyan?
Eguico: Umm, ano na ba?
Lahat: Tawa
Dan & Miggy: Wala na, sabog na ito.

Sinabihan ko si Miggy na ayusin ang pagluluto ng kanyang pasta at MULING ITURO kung paano iluto ang pasta. Mabuti't napili ko si Miggy.

Introduction of Judges: Ako na ang nagpakilala kung SINO ang mga hurado pero sila(Ian,Jerome,Benjo) ang magsasabi kung ANO ang mayroon sa kanila. Sympre palpak yung mga taong ito. Si Ian binasa yung script sa papel. Bulsyet! Si Alano at Benjo, wala man lang kalamanlaman yung sinabi. Nagbatuhan pa ng mga mura. Sige ok lang yan, pampatawa naman eh. Tanggap ko.

Closing: OO, ganoon kabilis ang aming pagtatanghal. Hindi ata umabot ng sampung minuto. Now, my second fault. I played a sh*tty audio clip. Im a mothafokinsonnwabiesh!

Comments from Sir: Wag mo nang alamin!

Oh well, at least we had a B.

STUDY HARD! PLAY HARD! RAGNAROK!!!

        In memory of my only online game that i devoted my time to:

It all started when i was reading the July edition of K-ZONE, a kiddie mag which was a hit when i was in grade 5, which featured an article about Ragnarok. This what-the-hell name was one of the first MMORPG( Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game), but i believed it was the first and eventually the BEST! Only curiosity killed the stupid feline which apparently was me. Oh damn. I went to the nearest mall which was apparently a newly opened SM Sucat ( i was still in Parañaque then ). Inside i went to ARX ComShop and logged on quick! I went to all the red tape and then BOOM! My first view of the apparently new game to me because i had doubts that it would just be an ordinary game like my fave Starcraft. Apparently i was wrong 'cause it was a helluva game. I played like a kid on a amusement park who seemed like enjoying the moment of his damn early life! That period was not it. Believe it or not it reached until my Junior years in Quezon City!

       Indeed it was an addiction. I played pRO, one of the game's nickname, everyweek, but not everyday. My saturdays were devoted to this, and i can assure you that i was bewildered by the seemingly wonderful graphics. I didn't notice if it was a 2D or 3D game - who cares!

     Friends were with me at this time. They were my classmates and fellow
Ragnarok players. I met a lot of them - friends in-game. Good to know that
they're still there. It was fun playing this game.div>

- Le' me discuss the title of this post. The motto of a Ragnarok player is "Study Hard, Play Hard". Truly it was my motto too aside the "Practice makes Perfetct" and "Lux in Domino".

     Grabe tipong bawat tagumpay mo sa laro ay sinasabayan ng pagkuha mo ng napakataas na marka sa paaralan. Aba'y bibihira ata iyon sa panahon ko! Nasusubaybayan ko ang bawat oras na ginugugol ko sa pag-upo sa harap ng kompyuter habang inaalala at tinutupad ang tungkulin ng isang mag-aaral. It became my lifestyle - study then play. Later on, it became "play then study" and suddenly it became "play then play, study tomorrow". I didn't notice it at all. I substituted a lot, namely: time, friends, money, knowledge, opportunities, tasks, clear sight and MOST IMPORTANTLY TIME with MY FAMILY! Damn, i had a difficult time. Everyday i was scolded about my excess time in front of the MF computer. Mind you, i was a consistent achiever since i played, but IT REMAINED until my 3rd year life. What the hell? It's a wonder to be held! Ang Ragnarok 'tol, gamot ko na yan. 'Yan ang teknik ko sa pagiging matalino. Truly i looked at it that way.

     August 19 ,2007 -

This was the day i vowed to myself to PERMANENTLY QUIT PHILIPPINE RAGNAROK ONLINE. I had no hard time doing this because i had the 'inner fortitude' to stop! Unfortunately i officialy quit this addiction with another lustful addiction on September 7, 2007. The whole Ragnarok Game went into the Recycling Bin. It just passed liked swift breeze - hardly noticed.

Today, it seems i'm dying. Why? Nawala na gamot ko eh.

    You take away my "prescription", i die. Apparently, it appeared true. I was losing the STUDY HARD awards. I lost my winning streak in all LT's and Quizzes. Coincidence? I think NOT!

     Alanganin ako sa lahat ng asignatura. Lalung-lalo na sa Pilipino at Ingles. Yarian na!

I don't know what to do. Do i get a CD of pRO or just change my motto to: "STUDY HARD" only?

"Nokorimono ni wa fuku ga aru. " -There is luck in the last helping.

A Porter-like month

It's a tiring day and i've just briefly reflected upon the events that happened to my insignificant week. My feet are aching and seems i hear knocks at the gate. I'm not drunk nor am i delirious. I see projects swirling about the entire room. Where's my paper? I cant find it, 'twas taken by someone swift enough to escape my sights. What to do now? All i can do is just sit and wait for the knock till the someone comes back with it.

"Ancilla face mea laganum!" - Slavewoman, make me pancakes~!

Sariling Gawa

The Myth of the Origin of Races
Daniel Macrohon
3-I

Narrator: Men and women
ages before you, said that Laor, the creator and god, was blue. Blue not by
color, but by feelings. Out of this he decided to create earthlings.

Laor: Time now, time onward. It seems that the earth is a ward. Gradually, I
can no longer endure this solitude. From this clayI step on, I shall find
gratitude.

(prepares the pot and clay)

Laor: Tears of the cloud for moisture and stones of the land for stature. Mix,
mix… but wait! Most importantly the clay is for his texture. He shall be baked
upon this furnace, and shall bear the name of Man. His arrival, I await.

(adds the ingredients into the pot)

Laor: (sleep talking) Man, man, man, man, man, man…

(pot violently shakes)

( dark man emerges)

Laor: ….man, man, man. Burnt man! This can’t be, I must have a better Man.
Unlike him, it would be difficult for a god to find this Man.

(adds again the clay into the pot)

(stays near the pot)

Laor: I shall guard thee to ensure no mistake. I will watch every tear that
flies whatever it takes. There is no time to remake.

(hums and sings)

Laor: Hellio and Strato moves a meter apart. Enough time to remove this Man
from the pot. I hope that this will work, or I shall give this to the stork.

(white man emerges)

Laor: Too much, I mean too early for you! This creation is more sophisticated
than loneliness alone. Get back and I shall atone. Instead of solutions, I get
more tensions.

(white man goes back in)

Laor: Double the time it took for this clay to be cooked. I shall get the
perfect one and my bliss will have won!

(pot calmly shakes)

(Man emerges)

Laor: Finally, I have created the best one. My sorrow is gone, and off you go
to the earth bellow. I will watch how you will grow, but I’ll bring you back
when I feel again sorrow.

Narrator: There, henceforth came the spring of Men, and although the first two
were ignored, Laor still made them dwell in earth. Being alone was no horror,
especially when he stays with them in hearth.

-END-

SK

     Ika-29 ng Oktubre ako'y naging isang ganap na botante. Tama nga ang binitawang salita ng PNP: "Naging mapayapa ang halalan ngayon". Oo nga at tahimik sa baranggay namin subalit talamak ang mapayapang-pandaraya. Heto ang kuwento.

     Sinimulan ko ang araw ko sa pagkain ng masustansyang almusal at pagligo gamit ang kay lamig na tubig. Sinuot ko rin ang bagong pan'taas ko na may tatak Ateneo! Lalakad ang kuwento.

     Alam ng lahat ang patakaran. 'Di ba? Pero ang suliranin lang talaga ay ang pagsunod sa mga nakatakdang alituntunin. Magpapakita ang kuwento.

     Pagkalabas ko sa bahay, aba!, inalok na kaagad ako ng libreng sakay. Ayon sa COMELEC, bawal po eh. Susuway sana ako kapag Mercedes eh, kaso traysikel eh. Pasensya nalang po. Hindi ako basta-basta nabibili lalo na ang boto ko. Susundan ng kuwento.

     Ang tagpuan ng maladula na halalan ay sa isang pampublikong paaralan sa Damayan. Bakit ko nasabing dula? Noon pa man ang halalan ay isang dula. "Hinahangad ko ang kabutihan ng buong sangkatauhan", ika ng isang kandidato, subalit nakikitang naghahanda sa pagtatambang ng kanyang karibal sa posisyon. Desperado ba? Babalik ang kuwento.

     Gabundok ang mga patalastas-papel ( flyers, 'di ko alam salin ) sa lugar ng pagbobotohan. Hindi lang marami kun'di nakakalat lang ito, at ang mga tauhan na namimigay ay alok nang alok. Abay! sa panahon na iyon bawal mangampanya! Mabuti't nakarating na ako sa silid kung saan payapa ang lahat. Bubunot ang kuwento.

     Bilang isang botante obligasyon ko bumoto at obligasyon ko na alamin kung paano bumoto. Ay! tila nakalimutan ko na dadalawa lang ang aking iboboto: isang SK Kagawad at isang SK Chairman. Ang natira ay minarkahan ko ng isang mahabng linya. Makalipas ng isang minutong pagsusulat, ay nagpalagay na ako ng INCREDIBLE INK. Madaling matanggal ang kanilang 'indelible ink'. Malupit. Tatatak ang kuwento.

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Nakalulungkot isipin na ang mga tauhan sa paligid ay hindi marunong umunawa ng batas. Ang batas o ang pagsunod sa batas ang ginawa kong basehan ng pagpili ng mga kandidato.

Nakalulungkot na hindi nanalo si Paoi Sevilla for SK Chair.

"Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei" - Everything has an end, only sausage has two

sembreak awakens itself

     My sembreak just began on the last Thursday of October, and i saw that it was good. On that morning, we began with a Eucharistic Celebration for Duffy-Delaney Day, and for a batchmate who has now achieved eternal life. Even though we, the AHS community, mourned for him, we were brightened up by the words of Fr. RB. He somewhat said that we must celebrate the holiday with our teachers and staff because it would make Alvin happy. And yet we did!

     After the mass, we were granted an unbelievable 1 hour recess but i think it was cut off to 45 minutes due to the exiting from the covered courts. I imagine myself sleeping for that period.

     The gruesome part of this final day was a series of 10-min periods wherein we were going to meet with all our subject teachers. Nah, it was not horrific at all. The guests were: Mrs. De Peralta(english), Mr. Chua (Chem), Ms. Langit (Comp), Mrs. Lacsamana (Geom), Mr. Villena (Noypi), Mr. Pavia (CLE) and finally our 3i Mod, Mr. Franz Santos (AP). Sir Franz is the peron in navy blue on the picture. Even though all teachers met with us, some of my classmates were unavailable or absent. Kilala na!

     Every period contained speeches from our teachers and palanca giving from students. At mawawala ba ang Happy Birthyday Ey! ni Kaloy ay 3i? Never! but, it didn't work with Mr. Villena. Sobrang saya lalung-lalo na nung nagkaroon ng tunog-likod na: OY! EY!

Kakaiba ang 3i.

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     The end was almost near but the beginning will knock momentarily. It was a clean-up festival for the class. Newspapers, magazines and directories were packed, marked, and placed outside the room. It's a banner for us! No doubt. If it weren't for my 14" newspapers, we wouln't have won! The day was tiring and we were sabik or excited for the bell. Unexpectedly, we didn't wait for the bell. Diresto DOTA! This was the cherry of our long awaited desert!

I s*ck in writing.

"Veni, Vedi, VELCRO" -I came, I saw, I got stuck

Onset of Dreams

      Dreams take time to be thought of. It isn't just only time consuming, but it is mind depleting too. The dreams that I have today may slip instantly from my quarters. Through this blog, I may store a lot of thoughts, ideas, beliefs, aims and a whole lot more. Here it goes. Moving on to follow my dreams.

"Ad Astra" - to the stars