too long, very long. :[[

Monday, August 2, 2010

August 2, 2010

It's been quite too long since my last post. I've been busy this past few days, preparing for Saturday ( August 7, 2010 ). Also, this includes the projects that are to be passed next week. I also failed to text someone (or even call her) this last two days. 

" Values Appreciation "

We have this topic in Social Studies IV ( my favorite subject, as always :]] ) that has this terminology called "Values Appreciation". It may by synonymous to prioritization. It may affect the consumer's choice of which is important, which is not, like that. Also, it applies to real life situations. I learned that I am losing time for other things/persons. My other life, outside of my priorities. Initial priorities. I am just hoping that as some things will be over, I may have the time to.... Ehem. :D

UPCAT

It's only five days before the much anticipated day, August 7, 2010. Still, I'm not sure whether I can handle the pressure of the exam, or not. 5 days is very short, time is really running fast. We, Senior students have this review of the also upcoming NCAE to be held this end of August or by September. I hope the one week review will help me lot, though.

Projects? Anyone?

Still, I'm not on the mood to finish my projects in the different subject matters. Mathematics, I think will be on the deadline on Thursday. Luckily, our teachers waived all the projects that are intended to be passed this week due to the review. Yehey! :))

That's all for today. Goodbye. 

" sometimes, good bye is better than hello. "

Tonight I can write.

Monday, July 19, 2010

I still have time to make my second blog post today. This is a poem by Pablo Neruda, and it also appears in my English book. We have the best time in discussing this poem today with our English Teacher, Ms. Lorzano. Hope you like it all. :D 

Though some people may relate with it very deeply.

Tonight I can Write

Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her. 

The poem is very simple but it clearly shows poetically the absolute hopelessness in life. I hope you get my point also. Adios! :DD

i shouted.

" i shouted. tapos namaos na ako. my throat hurts. "

This maybe my first blog post. But, it wasn't really my first, I just deleted the other two of some parallelism errors. There are many things that happened today. Luckily, I was able to pass through. :))

This is my first post.

i shouted. tapos namaos na ako. my throat hurts.
We were preparing for the earthquake / fire drill to be conducted this week, at no specific date or time. Nobody knows, except for our High School Director, Mr. Dela Cruz. Unluckily, we have this " simulation " and we don't have this "pito"
or whistle. I shouted. Namaos na ako. now, my throat do hurt.

I have a hard time to modulate my voice after what happened today, But I started to drink this " Salabat " or Ginger tea. It helped me a little, though I hope to regain my normal voice tomorrow. I may need it - soon.

I also need to find the numbers of the diff. agencies to call in for help, if real disaster came. I found many of them easily through the aid of the net.


Maybe this short one is enough. Tomorrow is another day. Adios!