Our Blog Conversation

Raymond: hey, Ma’am May said that we need to pass the hardcopy of our blog tomorrow.
Coleen: Really?
Raymond: Yes. We need to pass that or we won’t have any grades.
Coleen: I haven’t started my blog 3.2 up to 3.4
Raymond: Lets be partner in Blog 3.2. Make the script.
Coleen: You think of a topic.
Raymond: Anything. You can put about anime or books. Whatever you like.
Kristel: What are you doing?
Coleen: Making a script.
Kristel: For what?
Raymond: For blog 3.2
Kristel: Ohh. Then why is Coleen the only one working
Coleen: Because Raymond said, “Let’s be partners in Blog # 3.2. Make the script.”
Kristel: Ohh. What’s your topic?
Coleen: Raymond said that whatever I like.
Kristel: Ohh. Good luck with that.

Never a Fairytale Ending

   Dear He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,

                It feels awkward to write you a letter. It has been ages since we last talked to each other. We were great friends but to an extent. I was the bookworm back then and you were such a buffoon. I was so determined to stay in focus, not wanting to ruin the established goal I've made for myself. But then I gave in, I began to leave my books behind, join the fun and enter our class circle. There I began to experience so much joy before graduating. Ever since I was in grade 2, I began building a wall between myself and my classmates that will remind me that limitations I need to consider. You guys broke the wall and you broke it real good. Mostly it was all thanks to you. I began to open up again and come out of my protective shell. You were a part of the inspiration I had. You were my crush for a week, not until you ticked me off. Well let bygones be bygones. We're doing fine right now and I'm grateful that you became a part of my life.

With Love,

Kristel

My Teacher, My Hero~

    Every child should have a caring adult in their lives. And that's not always a biological parent or family member. It may be a friend or neighbor. Often times it is a teacher. ~Joe Manchin

It is impossible for a person not to come across with the special persons like the TEACHERS. Surely, everyone knows that a teacher is someone who provides education for the students and someone who acts as our second parents at the same time. They guide and love us like our real parents would.

      

       I have this teacher named, Mildred C. Atendido or simply "Ma'am May" whom I consider a very special. She's really different from my favorite teachers, but equally as good. after all, they have their own characteristics. As for her, I love her words of wisdom. It may be simple, yes, but it really moves me and brings out what I truly feel (yes, I had a hard time containing my tears one time) . She's fun to be with. She often times bond with her advisory class and she's a straight-forward person, something I'm scared to be. A great teacher, with a great teaching methods, who motivates everyone and inspire them. That's what I see her. An inspiration.

  

    Each and everyone of us met various outstanding teacher. But there are only few of them who are able to grasp their student's heart and reach out for their true hearts. As for me, well, she did. So thank you Ma'am for being part of the wonderful chapter of my life. A chapter where I can proudly say that "She guided me to where I am today. A wonderful teacher, a hero of modern times!"

 

    

To Be or Not To Be

To be or not to be

What shall I be?

The answers are so vast

I can't think of any

To be or not to be
What shall I choose?

My hands hold my destiny

But I can be someone, I can be me

To be or not to be

My thoughts are jumbled

But when that time comes,

My heart is what I will follow.

Comedy of Errors

 It may be an earlier piece of Shakespeare, but it is equally one of the best. The piece is more into comedy where the twins were separated but destiny crossed their path once more. It was a bit confusing when it comes to the title, but it gives off the feelings of excitement and curiosity.
  
  I was wrong when I thought the title is the only thing that will confuse me. It never occurred to me that the names will also make me confused. But with the help of the reporters, I understand it more. They went through the whole piece, yes. But I lost my interest a little bit with the piece because I noticed that some reporters are not speaking and not really giving efforts. Anyway, there are still some reporters who gave it a shot and tried the best. About the quiz, I can say it came out pretty good, but not perfect.

    To sum it all up, the play that was discussed is indeed great. The reporters did a good job in explaining it and that made the play more interesting for me.

NCAE

    The NCAE is a test given by the DepEd to see if we're good at this subject or not. They say it helps students in choosing their course, carefully. Major subjects were chosen with tons of and stuff. But like our teachers said, as long as you are physically, mentally and mentally fit, you'll do fine.

    As I was taking the test, I noticed that it didn't seem to be accurate, but I bet it could help me decide. I answered with ease without thinking if I'll pass this or not, anyways, we don't really have to get a high grade. Time flew very fast that I didn't  even to notice it. And there I was at the last part they said it was about 200 checklist about branches of studies. Most of my checks are about cooking arts, performing arts and some about animals and health care. But in total, I really like arts and there's no doubts about that.

   So the test ended with just that. I didn't feel anxious or anything, though I can't say that I wasn't serious. I hope my answers could help me decide on my future for the better or for the best.

Intramurals:Let the Games Begin!

 Sports. It helps in many ways, especially on getting us fit and ready for anything. It strengthens our foundation and gives us courage to compete and not turn our backs around. And this month the annual intramurals has begun.

      The sport I was in was 'Patintero'. It was different since we were in the mud and chasing each other. We didn't win the first place but I think it was still worth it. The fun, excitement and laughter made the whole game interesting and intense. But even if we reached third place, the girls and I will always be number one. For me that day everyone was the champion. No one's first, second, third nor fourth, because everyone knows that we all did our best to achieve and compete in these kinds of games.

     The day ended with cheers and laughter, screaming and screeching. It may be too noisy but I feel the content in everyone's faces, saying we had fun. Tons of it. Like what I said, it doesn't matter if we won or if we lost. The real question is "How much fun did we have?"

Fluency In Both Filipino and English Language

        Which is for the best? Mastering the English Language or our own Mother tongue? Each and every country have their own language. The same goes for us for we have our very own Filipino language. But that doesn't mean that we are prohibited to learn other language, such as English.

         As for me, the fluency in English Language is better. We Filipinos have our own language specifically, the Filipino language. Ever since we were born, we grew up using Filipino as our language. We converse and express ourselves using it. Isn’t it better if we can express ourselves using English language as well? Not only has it helped in education, it also help in our works. Though English is not the most spoken language, many people still use it. According to KryssTal.com, English is the second most spoken language. Because most of the times, different people from the corner of the earth use English for conversing. Since we typically grew up using Filipino, it won't hurt to try mastering the fluency of English.

       Different people have their own language so we should do well by respecting them because I don't want to insult other people just because of their language. 

Resuscitated Hope

Love. Friendship. Fun. I never experienced those. You see, I'm a taciturn person or so they say. My name is Bianca Louise Chase, a third year student and the president of the student council, not that anyone cares though. My life is full of ennui, not until I met that obnoxious and garrulous transfer student who was born with the grungy name of Michael Grace.  I must admit, he resuscitate the old me and I am thankful to him for that.

Thursday. Foundation Day

    I was walking silently in the hallway to the infirmary to rest. I've been busy for what? Six? Seven hours? I don't quiet remember, I was working nonstop. As I turned in the corner, someone  knocked me down. She immediately helped me to stand up.

  "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry president! I didn't mean to," she said "It's just that --"

  "No it's okay, “I cut her halfway because I don't have time to hear such piffle words. "Why are you in such a hurry, by the way?"

  "Oh... Uh.. Well you see.."

  From the looks of it HE might be involved with something I do not know. I have a bad feeling about this.

  "Tell me. Is HE involved into something again?" I said between my gritted teeth. I know Michael is such a courtier. He definitely has the upper hand.

  I heard her muttered something like “, I’m so soooorry Michael! I can’t lie!” Like seriously?

“WHERE IS HE?!”

“Near the fields!”

And I left her without a thought.

As I approach the location that was given to me, I saw many students gathering around and I immediately knew how terrible the affray was. There were bloods and both parties are wounded.

   “STOP IT RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” I know I sounded like a mother. Pfft, I don’t care. They acquiesce like I thought. “, You guys are rambunctious! Haven’t you heard the word shame?!” I heaved out a sigh and continue. “, Both of you will be under surveillance. But before that, follow me to the infirmary. I’ll have your wounds tended.

   After they vociferated inside the infirmary, for their wounds are no joke, they followed me silently towards the Chairman’s office. I stopped right in front of the Chairman’s door and knocked politely.

  “Come in, “I heard her say. She was wearing a conspicuous coiffure and a beautiful babushka. “I’ve been noted by someone about the accident. Your decision was correct Ms. President, I must say. So in a month, you will be observing Mr. Grace. And tell Mr. Valdez that he will be in charge of the other student. Since Ms. Hamilton gave us to the notice of absence, he will be the assignee for her job.

  “Yes Ma’am. If you will excuse us then”

 “ Oh. Yes go ahead,” she said while smiling.

We left the office without a word.

Michael’s POV

 Ugh. This will take forever. The hag will give us a bloody harangue! Ugh. Tsk. I want to go home.

Oops. I’m wrong there’s no such ranting speech. I’m glad! Oh yeah. I still have to pack my things. I don’t want to leave.

When I arrived at the house, the chandelier greeted me with bright lights, so did my entourage. I will go tomorrow night to Korea to fix some problems in my father’s company. I don’t know for how long. but I’ll be back for Louise. I’ll tell her tomorrow. Yeah. I will.

The next day, I ordered an assemblage. I have the power because the chairman is actually my cousin!

 “Hey guys!” I said through the microphone “I just want to announce something before I leave for Korea tonight.” I sighed. This is it “Bianca Louise Chase. I know you’re listening. You simply can’t leave me alone because of my punishment. I just want to say,” Breathe in, breathe out “, I love you. If you’re thinking that I am feigning this, well you’re wrong because I’m dead serious of this... I’ll be waiting at the rooftop after class. So better think of it”

   That was that. The claque that was formed for me clapped, though I know they’re jealous. As I exit the auditorium, I saw Louise standing by the door. The sight of her made me smile. She’s shocked as I thought.

I passed by her, restraining myself from hugging her.

~AFTER SCHOOL~

“I am glad that you came. So what’s your answer?” I asked, my heart beating so loudly. I know we have some kind of rapport somehow, but talking to her up close makes me crazy. Please tell yes, please tell yes.

  Instead of answering, she hugged me. O-kay. That made me froze. I’m so happy. Tsk. I’m becoming a gay.

“I will wait for you,” she said in a whisper. It was enow for me. I really love this girl.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a year of furlough.” I said while laughing.

~A YEAR LATER~

The lovers from before rendezvous at the same rooftop where their first love bloomed, slowly reminiscing their sweet past and resuscitating their long awaited love story.

Informal Theme #7 : You Are My Saving Grace

Whenever I feel myself sinking in the dark

As the cold blanket enveloped me with a start

You pulled me from that abyss, that eternal stark

And your gentle arms held me close to your warm heart.

You spoke with a calmness in your tone that it calmed me

You brushed off with a smile the tear on my flushed cheeks
You opened the path and gave way to let me see
I saw right then and there, the beauty that you speaks.

But the darkness in my heart held some part of me
Waiting for a chance to devour my very soul
I know myself that my love for you is the key
To get back the real me and mentor will be your role.

But one thing is for sure, I love you very deeply.
I will then seek my true self and make myself new.
I know you will never leave me in my journey
God I thank you, because I'm blessed to have you. 

Informal Theme #6 : Her Tears

       Ever since we were born, Mother Nature is our home. She was beautiful and breath-taking back then. She's still breath-taking now, only of suffocation. Lately, everywhere we look we see trashes. I'm always wondering why we should destroy nature for the sake of ourselves. I want to see how beautiful our nature is, but sadly there are few left. When will everyone learn how to take care of Mother Nature? When it's already too late and her tears flows with grief?

     Good thing there are still people left who truly cares for our nature. Actually, we can help our her in our own little way. I still believe that everyone cares for nature even if a little is left and that it can change. We can join projects concerning our nature. We CAN avoid throwing trash anywhere. This should not be hard for us since it's our trash. I say people lacks discipline. Once, I was holding a piece of trash and I have no I idea where to throw it. What did I do? I put it inside my bag , brought it home, and threw it in the proper place.

      It saddens me whenever I see dirty places full of garbage. Even I scold myself whenever I throw something and pick it up again. I hope people realize it sooner. That she's suffering and shedding tears.

Informal Theme #5 : Romeo and Juliet: The Comedian Duo

    Endings. There's many. It will be hilarious if Romeo and Juliet became comedy. Just the thought of it makes me giggle. I can't deny that it will be also kind of awkward to have another ending besides the real one. It I were to make this a funny, it will go like this: 

     Romeo heard of Juliet's death, so he hurriedly went to Verona even though he was exiled. He went straight to the cemetery. By the time he got there, Friar Lawrence was standing beside a grave. He approached him. He looked at Romeo with wild eyes. He had dark circles under his eyes and his eyes were red, probably from crying. It was raining.

Romeo: Friar Lawrence! I heard the news! Where is her grave?! It was horrible! That news! Why are you crying? Her death is indeed very depressing! Oh, my love!

Friar Lawrence: I was not crying because of her death. I was crying because of her dress, It might be ruined! Besides, her dress does not suits the proper burial! It was red like the color of her lips! Good gracious!

Romeo stared at him blankly. 

Friar Lawrence: Oh! Don't mind me. Go along now. Her grave. Ah! here it is. (points to a grave beside him)

While Romeo was digging the grave, Friar Lawrence began to explain Juliet's plan. Romeo began to lift the coffin lid. 

Friar Lawrence: She's not yet dead you know, why are you so anxious to see her?

Romeo: What?! 

He looked at the Friar above him. It was his wrong move, because he slipped in the mud. and he landed face to face in a pile of bones. The skull seems to grin at him.

Romeo shrieked.

Friar Lawrence: Oops? Sorry. It was the grave beside this. Sorry Romeo.

Romeo: Tsk. Friar Lawrence!

Friar Lawrence: What?! I said I'm sorry!

He helped Romeo to get out of the grave. And Romeo began to dig again the grave, this time he was a hundred percent sure. He found Juliet who was beginning to stir a little. They helped Juliet get out. She held the lamp while the Friar helped Romeo.But then Paris arrived. Juliet turned to his direction with the lamp still in her hands.
Paris: Who--- AAAH!! A ghost! My dear mother! Oh my poor heart.
He was screaming wildly while running. In his clumsiness, he tripped in a rock and fell. But does not stop him from running.
Romeo and the Friar: What? What did just happen?
Juliet: That was rude! How can he be so mean? Do I look like ghost?
She turned around slowly still holding the lamp. Romeo and Friar Lawrence face turned as white as ashes. Friar Lawrence fell unconscious.
Juliet: What?
Romeo tried to lift his arm, although it was shaking like crazy
Romeo: Juliet, who's standing beside you?
Juliet looked at her side and found an old ladysmiling at her with her crooked teeth.
Romeo and Juliet screamed at the top of their lungs. They run towards each other unconsciously and banged their selves pretty hard, causing them to lose consciousness.
The old lady frowned.
Old Lady: That was rude! I was just about to greet them a good evening! Children this days!
And she walked away with her stick.



That would be great. But I cannot change it. I still love the real ending with some disappointment.

Informal Theme #4 : What If It Ended Romantically, not Tragically?

   Romeo and Juliet. As we all know, this work of William Shakespeare ended up tragically. But what if it ended differently? Can their tragic love story turn into a fairy tale love story, where they live happily ever after? Will their love prevail? This questions haunt me. Suppose I am the the author, the ending will be like this: 

  

   Paris visited Juliet's tomb and made a sweet ritual. Just then, the Page whistled, signalling him that someone is approaching. He immediately hid in the darkness, eyeing the strangers intently. Romeo and Balthasar approached the grave together with Friar Lawrence. Since the letter was not sent, Friar Lawrence decided to look for Romeo himself. Luckily, they met along the way. He then, explained everything to Romeo. Paris watched in horror as they dug Juliet's tomb. "Why! That man is Romeo, the vanished one! And who is that?Isn't that Friar Lawrence?! Insolent Fools! How can they do that to Juliet's tomb," he said. " This must be reported to the Capulets and to the Prince. I will make sure that they will pay for it!." Together with the Page, they retreated silently in the darkness and went off to with the news.

   Meanwhile, Juliet woke up from her slumber and threw herself at her husband's embrace. They were about to leave, when The Capulets, the Prince and The Montagues, who were also called because of the involvement of his son, Romeo. They were shocked to see the supposed to be dead Juliet hand-in-hand with Romeo. They asked both to explain that instance. Juliet burst into tears while explaining between her sobs with the aid of Romeo. They stood there in silence, letting the words sink in. "Is it now clear to both of you, how meaningless your fight is? Even your children suffer! What? You want to shed more blood? You want to stain your children's hand with blood? Look at the poor and unfortunate ones! They were supposed to be innocent! Yet, they were involved!" Prince Escalus scolded. There were more silence. But then, the Capulets broke the eerie silence. They told them how sorry they were, so did the Montagues. Romeo and Juliet watched in relief. 

  Paris protested but he couldn't do anything. They decided to let Romeo and Juliet marry each other. Paris went home with grudge.  Along the way, he met Rosaline. And they fell in love with each other. 

   The tragic Romeo and Juliet turned into a happy one.

   It can be that way. But then, if it's not tragic, it will be boring and not interesting. So I preferred Shakespeare's version :) 

Informal Theme #3 : Irreplaceable Treasure Everybody Possess

       A family. A simple treasure with infinite wonders. In the dictionary it goes as a group consisting a parent and children. If someone ask me the meaning of family, my answer will be this : A family does not simply mean that anyone with parents or children is one. Everyone can be a part of it. They are those who gives us warmth, love and care. It can't be sold, it can't be given to someone else and most of all, it can't be thrown away. The only thing a family needs to do, is to treasure, to improve and to keep it peaceful. They are important to us, even if some of us does not have the courage to admit it. They're with us when we celebrate for success, cry when we feel down, laugh when we are happy, guide us when we lose hope and go on a journey with us through the wonders of life.

    An ideal family. Everybody wishes to have their own. My ideal family is a simple one. A happy, peaceful, faithful, progressing, honest, caring, loving and strong family. I know someday I will achieve that kind of family. Some of my friends know that my family is broken. I am not proud of it. Anyone who has a broken family and goes around saying 'I'm proud and happy that my family is broken' is definitely crazy. As for me, I accepted it. I'll support them, whatever makes them happy. Even If it means of finding new partners in life. I understood their situation properly. I cannot say anymore details, since it's too confidential. I just don't want to lie.

     To the families all over the world, we salute you. Thank you for the things you've done for us. I know there are many challenges that you overcome and will overcome. Have faith to the Almighty God, and blessings will come. We love you.

Informal Theme #2 : The Kind of Father I have

       I may not be the perfect daughter, but he love me. Thirteen years and I am thankful for he supported me until now. My father, most of the time, my best friend some of the time, my worst enemy. He worked hard just to give me the things I want. Though I am not like the others who doesn't have any problems showing their affections to their parents. I am not sweet. They know and still they forgive me and accepted me as I am. I grew up closer to my mother than to him, but I am not cold. He was my protector from my mother. He would randomly troll around which is kind of funny.
   
      Fathers day, a day that I always blinked away, live like it did not happened. But I always greet him sometimes, If I have some courage, I would give him gifts that I can afford. I used to be a sweet, innocent little child, who runs around the house every fathers day, giving him a baby bear hug, a kiss on a cheek and a typical fathers day card. I can do it, again. This time, I would go to the mall with him, have a little chat and know him more. I hope we can go back to the times where we would sing Total Eclipse of the Heart, together with my stepsister and my mother . He knows that like some teenagers, I sometimes prefer my friends over family. But It's not like that at all. I don't want him to think of me as an unloving daughter, so I really tried my hardest.
 
     Time flies, problems appears, people changes. I am one of those people who changed. Yes, I love him but not that much like it used to before. Let's say I love him 100% before, but it went down as far as 50%. Please don't blame me. We have our own problems. I cannot type around this blog lying to everyone saying
'Hey guys, I super duper love my dad' . Okay that was mean. But If he ever lose his way and found this blog, I wan't him to know that I love him and I am kind of embarrassed to say that I am proud of him.

     Hi, Mr. Ramil A. Nacar! I know I am really mean about what I'm saying in this blog, but please understand. When I say I love you, even though it was reduced to half, I really do. I don't much picture of us. It was deleted when I reformatted the laptop accidentally and I don't know what happened to the previous computer. I cannot find the albums too. This picture, I found it in the picture frame. Sorry, for the things I have done until now. I know I am really selfish. Sorry. I love you :)

Me and Papa XDDDD

Informal Theme #1 : My Past Brought Me To The Present

   I love summer, no doubt about that. But still, school never fails to excite me and give me those funny feeling of anticipation. I cannot say that I am not nervous, because I actually am. Especially now that I am in third year high school. I am lucky that I managed to enter CavSci. I admit that it's kind of hard and I know I am left behind, but that won't do anything. I know I have to be strong for the sake of my future. Now, a new challenge awaits me, and I lined up for the roller coaster of high school life.

  

   Why did I chose to compare high school life with a roller coaster ride? Simple. At first I am scared to ride it, making me feel that I want to back out. But then, curiosity kills, so I decided to try it. I am wrong. High school life is not bad at all! It looks scary when  we jump on conclusions, especially the things we hear. The teachers often told us that, subjects are scary when we don't study. I guess they are right. But putting that aside, the surroundings, the teachers, and the school mates completed my high school life and it's worth it. I love my subject in third year, even though some of it are a bit hard. I also love the teachers, I mean I love all of them because I know that they're doing their best for the student's sake. The hard part I think is the research proposal. According to what I've heard from the former juniors, research proposal is hard, so I am nervous about it. I am also scared of our new adviser, Ma'am Mildred Atendido,BEFORE. Now, I'm respect her. I thought she is the kind of teacher of teacher that is very strict. But I was wrong, again. She 's very approachable but strict. So, I decide to never jump to conclusions, especially when you yourself did not prove it on your own. The canteen 2 is nicer than canteen 1. I don't know why but it REALLY gave me the feeling of being at home the first time I've entered. 

        

   The sad part is getting off the roller coaster ride and move on to college.High school life is limited. Like they said, nothing is permanent. So I guess we just have to enjoy it. At the same time, do our best to achieve our goal. Never lose faith. Never give up. Once we give up, we don't know the consequences. We might end up at the starting line or never start again at all. Giving my best shot always is a must. I really love my school, and I know for myself the things that I must do.

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♫Ring ding dong, Ring ding dong,, hello.hello ! Juliet, oh! I'm so curious yeaaaa \m/♫
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