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The world is not a lonely place.
The world is not a lonely place.
For IV-7
Posted on Sunday, November 7, 2010 at 9:14 PM.
Winner kasi!
Congrats to Mr. Korea and Ms. Thailand (AKA Mom and Pa of Ella, Pat and Shen)
They are sooooo magaling and pogi/ganda. I am very happy for them. You made IV-7 and IV-8 very proud.
IV-7 : We are not 51. We are 1.
IV-8 : We are not just 48. We are IV- 8.
Labels: JEKKAA sisters, Sch
|0 Comments |Posted on Friday, October 29, 2010 at 3:09 AM.
Something to say, babe.
Hi, guys ! I miss my bloggerbabe. Well, here's an update about Ella.
For those who had read my posts back to 2009, Kog and I broke up. Yez, it's pretty hard but I am doing great. I really love his family and will miss them. Well, that's the hardest part - separation.
My classmates and I went to MOA last Friday to celebrate Toni's birthday. T'was really fun. It rained and we ended up chasing each other and taking pictures. Then, yesterday, Saturday, we went to Robinson's Place Manila. We tried some dresses on then took pictures.
Do you believe in 11:11 wish ? We'll, why don't you try ? On 11-11-11 , 11:11, Hannah, Anna, Dane, Esiol, Rizel and I will be staying uplate to catch that moment. It's a deal - our deal.
A little update about my JEKKAA sisters. Aizel's getting fat, just like me. Jireh's madly in love with Marlon. Haha. Well, I think she is. Patrish's life seems to be exciting - always exciting. Shane's, well, doing great, I think. Kim's fine - good grades, in love, happy. And me, I don't know. I think I should consult an Psychologist.
P.S. Ella is still in the Denial Stage but almost there. kthxfly.
Labels: Amigo, JEKKAA sisters, My name is Ella, Sch
|2 Comments |Posted on Sunday, October 3, 2010 at 4:56 AM.
LONG TIME NO SEE, MATE !
Oh hello , bloggie. I know you missed me. I've been very busy. From homeworks to projects to presentations and expectations. Well, I have to welcome you to my Senior year.
I've been very close to my groupmates - the group 5 - and also our co-teammate, group 4. I think my senior year will be memorable *rephrase* ... should be memorable. Heehee ;)
✔DLSUCET ✔UPCAT ✔USTET
ACET - Still processing. This application surprised me a little. I didn't pay for it, my godfather did. His son is studying in Admu so he asked him to get me an application form.
Oh, I have to settle things up before I leave my loving Alma Mater.
Labels: Sch
|3 Comments |Posted on Friday, July 30, 2010 at 5:56 AM.
She's getting BUSY
That's me plus my other classmates. We're the last group - we're arranged alphabetically. Now, I always come home very tired - just like everybody else in class.
Labels: Sch
|3 Comments |Posted on Wednesday, June 23, 2010 at 6:34 AM.
S H E
Significant Human Experience for my English Class. My English teacher is my boy's adviser during his senior year.
The title will be "To Teach"
"I want to be a teacher. But nobody agrees with me to go for it.", I told Mrs. Bunag. Yes, she's is one of them. There goes my mom and my sister too. But I really want to be a teacher. What's wrong about being a teacher ? My mom complains about the (1.)salary teachers receive, (2.)the dedication, and (3.) Lack of rest. Money isn't the highlight of teaching, but education and success is. Like the engineers who design buildings and bridges, the success goes when they see that their children , their students, reached their dreams. When I finished Lualhati Bautista's Dekada '70, I concluded that being a mother is the hardest job in this planet. And being a teacher is being a mother - a source of knowledge for 50 students each year, for 40 years. Teachers look after the great students, the naughty students, the noisy ones, the unwanted, the confused, the clumsy, the sweet, the dreamers, and so on. Even though, I still want to be a teacher. I believe that we deserve education that will help us in facing life's challenges. Teachers are influential. They affect everyone's life. They touch the soul and the heart, and help people change. Filipinos deserve a better future - together with great and selfless teachers. To be a teacher, no it's not a job. Let me call it "Christian responsibility". You are a teacher on your own. And now, this is the time - you share yourself, all of you, to the world.
Note : This will be the one of the most memorable times of my Senior year - Choosing the right path.
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Posted on Monday, June 7, 2010 at 8:55 AM.
New
Na na na ! A new haircut for a new school year. Say hello to my bangs.
Still undecided about putting my blog on hiatus.
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Posted on Saturday, June 5, 2010 at 6:34 AM.
She's done
- Buying school supplies
- Covering books with plastic cover
- Put label/tags on her notebooks and books with her name and senior class
- Celebrate fiesta on Sunday with her family and other relatives.
- Organize her stuffs and fix her school stuffs
- Look for the best (but not pricey) place to go to before this summer ends.
- Be ready for school.
- say Bye to summer with a smile. ;)
Posted on Thursday, May 27, 2010 at 10:11 AM.
Goodbye
Say goodbye to summer and hello school. Ugh, I'll miss summer sunshine. I'll miss the very hot weather and the annoying feeling. Will miss jogging with my parents every Sunday morning. Will me reading fiction books with all my heart and time. I'll miss everything.
Let's list down my goals for this coming school year.
Let's list down my goals for this coming school year.
- Save money - Oh please, Ella. Learn to save money and stop being MALUHO ! ;)
- Study hard - Take this more seriously.
- Enjoy your last year in High School/PCS - Oh yes, I better should.
- Avoid the nostalgic feeling - It'll make you sad.
- Avoid doodling during class. Haha.
- Learn to love (or just like) MATH and Physics.
- Thank God for another great year.
Posted on Tuesday, May 25, 2010 at 4:54 AM.
3-day Holiday
May 7, Friday - This is my day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEE. Had some visitors come - my friends, and watched Lovely Bones with them. The kulitans are really memorable to me. We more like sisters na kasi. Though something not-so-good happened, happy parin ako.
May 8, Saturday - Outing with my USAP Family. USAP is a political party in our school. We went to Fisher's Farm, Cavite but they're full so we went to Double V nalang. Enjoyed it. BTW, I hate superChlorine pools. Ugh, hurts the eyes.
"Oh, and one thing ." Carmen rolled back onto her other side, facing her mom. "I want you to be happy."
- from the Second Summer of the Sisterhood
May 9, Mom's day - No special thing happened. Well, like usual Sundays, Mama and the chores are meeting this day. I love my mom. She has the patience.
Labels: Amigo, birthday, family, list, My name is Ella, Sch
|0 Comments |Posted on Saturday, May 8, 2010 at 7:27 PM.
Sisters
Damayan. Yakap. Tawanan. Apihan. Tambay. Asaran. Kahit anong mangyari, kayo ang LOVE ko.
Labels: Amigo, My name is Ella, Sch
|0 Comments |Posted on Wednesday, April 14, 2010 at 7:31 AM.
English po
Why are we using English? Why everything - almost everything, is written in English ? Pinoy ako. Pinoy ka. We're supposed to speak and write in tagalog. Do you believe in me?
Labels: filipino, Pilipinas, Sch
|2 Comments |Posted on Tuesday, April 13, 2010 at 11:43 AM.
Paglimot sa Isang Anghel
Note : I wrote this when I was ten. I found this, finally, at my old site.
Inspiration : Concrete Angel by Martina Mcbride
Nang inihagis ni Papa ang bote ng alak na hawak hawak niya, nagmamadali akong tumakbo patungo sa aking silid. Niyakap ko ang unan upang pigilin ang takot at ang nararamdamang awa para sa sarili at sa aking ina. Palubog na ang araw, ang tanging idarasal ko’y, “Panginoon, kung ako’y gigising pang muli bukas, hayaan n’yo po sana akong maipamalas sa aking ina ang kaligayahang nakalaan para sa kanya.”
Maaga akong gumising upang pumasok sa paaralan. Magulo ang mga kagamitan dahil sa nangyari kahapon. Tulad ng dati, wala roon si Papa. Karaniwang inuumaga siya ng uwi at sa tuwing darating siya’y lango siya sa alak. Ngunit ako’y sinorpresang hindi madatnan ni Mama sa kanyang silid. Inisip kong marahil ay naroroon siya sa may kusina. Ngunit nang nagtungo ako sa silid-lutuan, walang kahit bakas siyang naiwan. Binalot ako ng mga katanungang, “Nasaan kaya si Mama? Uuwi pa kaya siya?”
Kumuha ako ng ilang pirasong tinapay. Iyon na lamang ang magsisilbing aking pananghalian.
Lumabas ako ng bahay na mayroong pagtataka. “Mahal ba ako ng Diyos? Binigyan niya ako ng mapagmahal na ina na nariyan sa aking tabi. At sa tuwing nakikita ko ang aking mga magulang na masaya, ako’y tila anghel nagsasayaw sa langit sa sobrang tuwa.”
Nagpatuloy ako sa paglalakad sa maputik na lansangan. Bago ako makarating sa hagdan papasok sa gusaling pinag-aaralan ko, nakaagaw sa’kin ng atensyon ang isang batang kasing-edad ko, kasama ang kanyang ina, masayang inihatid sa paaralan, at ipinabaon ang halik na walang hihigit pa. Naalala ko ang aking pamilya, ang pamilyang itinuring ko.
Inunat ko ang manggas ng aking damit, naramdaman ko lamig ng hanging nagdulot ng aking pagkabagabag. Suot-suot ko parin ang blusang naisuot ko na kahapon. Walang malalim na dahilan, wala nang lakas si Mama na ipaghanda pa ako ng aking gagamitin, wala nang pagmamahal si Papa para sa akin, bilang anak niya.
Nagsimula na ang klase, ngunit itong paksa parin ang naroon sa aking isipan. Marahil ay napansin ito ng aking guro. Lagi akong matamlay, at laging mapupula ang mga mata dahil sa pag-iyak. Inaamin ko, hindi ako palakaibigan. Madaratnan n’yo akong may malalim na iniisip. Naupo ako sa ilalim ng puno. At lumapit ang isang batang lalaki, na siyang kasing edad ko. Tumabi si Chris sa akin at nagsimulang magkwento. Tama, Chris nga ang pangalan niya. Siya lamang ang nakapagpasaya sa akin sa ganoong pagkakataon. Dahil sa mga problemang aming pinagdaraanan, hindi ko nabatid na magkatabi lamang ang bahay na aming tinitir’han. Masayang-masaya akong nakilala namin ang isa’t-isa, sana gayundin si Mama... nararamdaman ang kaligayahan na aking natatamasa.
Napakabait ni Chris sa akin. Magkasabay kaming umuwi ng araw na iyon. Hindi matapos-tapos ang kanyang mga kwento. Di-alintana ang paglubog ng araw. Simula ito ng paghilum ng mga sugat sa’king damdamin
Pag-uwi ko sa bahay. Ako lamang mag-isa ang naroroon. Tila hindi pa umuuwi si Mama. Wala parin sa ayos ang mga kagamitan. Dali-dali akong umakyat sa aking silid. Pabulong kong tinawag si Chris. Ang magkatapat na bintana lamang ang nagsisilbing tulay sa aming dalawa. Malaya kong nasasabi sa kanya ang hapding aking itinatago. Ngunit, bagaman nakikita ko ang pagkahabag sa kanyang mga mata, hinayaan ko siyang malaman ang tunay na nararamdaman ko.
“Essie, hindi ka naman bibigyan ng Diyos ng problemang walang sulusyon, di ba? Siguro, may gustong ipagawa sa’yo ang Diyos, hindi yon, makakasama!”
Nabigla ako nang marinig ang maingay na kalampag ng mga gamit mula sa ibabang palapag. Dumating na si Papa. “Panginoon, kung masisilayan ko pang muli ang liwanag ng araw, hayaan niyo po sana akong magkaroon ng lakas, upang si Papa ay iligtas, mula sa apoy ng impyerno, at pusong napilas”ang tanging tumatakbo sa aking isipan.
Binuksan ni Papa ang pinto ng aking kwarto. Hinawakan ang aking buhok at sapilitan akong dinala sa may dingding. Itinulak niya ako laban sa mga dingding na ito.
“Hoy, ikaw Essie, simula ng dumating ka sa buhay namin, mula noong isang taon ka palang, hanggang sa magwalo, minalas kami’t lahat-lahat! Lumayas ka! Mabuti pa sayo’ng mamatay!” ang walang awang isinigaw ni Papa sa akin. Gamit ang kanyang mga kamay, hinawakan ang aking leeg at idiniin ang aking ulo sa dingding. Sampal, suntok, paghampas sa aking kamusmusan.
Gayundin si Chris, nakaramdam ng takot kung anong maaaring mangyari sa akin. Hindi makapaniwala si Chris na magagawa ito ng aking itinuturing na ama.
“Panginoon, kung ako’y lilisan sa mundong ito, hayaan n’yo po sanang maramdaman ko, ang kaligayahang hatid ng kaharian Mo.” pahikbi-hikbing winika ng aking pagal na puso, ang aking uhaw sa pagmamahal at pag-arugang kalooban. Marahil’y ito na nga ang huling panalanging aking maihahatid sa Ama mula dito sa lupa.
Hindi ko naiwasang umiyak. Kung sasapit man ang umaga, huli na. Wala nang makapipigil sa mga malulupit na kamay na nagdudulot ng pagdurusa.
Naging masaya ako sa desisyon ng Diyos Ama. Ang aking mga pakpak ang magtatago ng puot ng nakaraan, at ang aking ginintuang puso ang maglalahad ng katotohanan. Oo, hindi na ako nabubuhay pa, ngunit dito sa puso ng mga taong minamahal ko, si Mama, si Chris at maging si Papa, naging daan upang makapiling ko ang tagapagligtas, ako’y nananatiling anghel nila.
Labels: love, reading, Sch, story
|0 Comments |Posted on Monday, April 12, 2010 at 9:42 AM.
The Choice
This coming school year is my senior year. I entered a review center to prepare myself for the exams - college entrance exams. Actually, I haven't decided about my course/subject yet. Mom and I argued over this. She told me that I should take medical-related subjects. Wanted me to be with my Ate, working in Ministry of Health -Kuwait. What I really wanted to take is BA Filipino or BSEd Major in Filipino.
Some teachers, my teachers, have regrets. I don't know why I seriously fell in love with this - Filipino Language and Literature. Personal favorite, I should say.
Ang dahilan? I believe that these kids, the youth, deserves a better future. This is for my country. Para sa darating na mga pagsubok at para sa matatamong tagumpay. Noon, walang kahulugan sa akin ang mga katagang, "Kabataan ang pag-asa ng ating bayan." Ikaw, nadama mo na ba ang pagnanais na mapabuti ang ating kalagayan? Salamat sa mga guro na naging inspirasyon at mga icons na nagpatibay ng aking kalooban tungkol sa usaping ito, Nariyan si Gng. Yaneza, Gng. Urellan, si Chiz Escudero, at syempre, si Bob Ong.
I am just typical girl. I don't collect medals and certificates. Not a great dancer. Not even a great singer. Once, embarrassed in front of 20+ students. Only, I am a concerned citizen. Observed and received a broken heart from what I saw. Natatakot ako na dumating ang araw na itong mga batang nakikita ko ay pagkakaitan ng karapatang matuto. Natatakot ako na manatili silang bulag. Nadudurog ang puso ko. Naawa ako. Nag-aalala. Hindi ito para sa akin. Para ito sa tulad nila na nangangarap.
Kung sila ma'y may magulong isipan at nagkamali, tuturuan ko silang bumangon at patuloy silang hihikayating matuto at tuparin ang kanilang mga pangarap. At sa saglit kanilang tagumpay, ngingiti ako at sasabihing, "Anak, hindi ako nagkamaling maglingkod. Salamat. Pinasaya ninyo ako."
At doon, pinapangako ko, magkakaroon ng mabuting simula ang bansang ito. Sa mga palad ng kabataan na may pagmamahal sa iyo, Pilipinas, nakasalalay ang lahat.
Labels: dreams, ella, Pilipinas, Sch
|0 Comments |Posted on at 8:20 AM.
Doodle again
Weee. my masterpiece during Math Class. :))
Haha. Natuwa naman ako. Sensya na, this is the best na e.
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- kalakip narin po nito ang paghingi ko ng paumanhin sa Math teacher ko, Mr. A. Cornel. Pasensya na :))
Boring kasi e. Oh yeah, our math class is kind'a boring. Maybe it's because I don't like Math. Variables makes me dizzy, sometimes. Ugh ! I received very low grade in Geom this quarter. Ugh ! Dunno what to do. :(
Posted on Saturday, November 14, 2009 at 7:27 PM.
Back off, back pain !
Huu huu :(( Super sakit nga likod ko
(lowerback) I guess, the reasons are :
- Posture when I'm using the computer
- Practice for Friday's field demo
- Improper sleeping positions
Waaaaaaa.. What should I do? :(
Labels: Sch
|4 Comments |Posted on Tuesday, November 3, 2009 at 3:56 AM.
Doodle-loo
Penguin penguinyy yan. And this one (below) , trip trip ko lang mag-drawing.
Adiktus noh? Medyo funny-looking nga po eh . :))
Posted on Sunday, November 1, 2009 at 4:40 AM.
Growing up !
And again, I'm telling you I don't want to grow up. I saw a post about Peter Pan and missed my younger years, though I am not a fan of PPan . :))
WHAT SHE LOVES about being a KiDDO :
- getting everything you want (almost everything)
- candies
- chocox
- free rides for 4 feet and below. :)) (uso pa ba toh?)
- ice cream
- amusement parks
- less homeworks, or easier tasks
- playground
- playing games
- field trip (super kung ma-amaze)
- fairytales
- cartoons : tom&jerry, mickey mouse, rugrats, hey arnold, PPG, etc.
weee.
what's not to love ?!
may nap pa every afternoon, diba? haaaaay.
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Posted on Saturday, October 31, 2009 at 3:35 AM.
I miss JEKKAA
well, JEKKAA are my sisters. :)
Kim left for La Union last quarter. I miss them. I miss US. I miss what we used to do. I miss singing our songs and laughing. High school is really special because of you, guys. I love you. You made me feel special. Really special (child?).
Actually, I'm scared nung first year ko sa high school. Yes, I am scared. Scared to discover stuffs. Should I call it - culture shock? Hmm. Ayun, finally I realized, HS wasn't scary at all. :)) Geez, I love them.
Let's start with JIREH (on the left) : she's pretty and smart. she LOVES MATH. Political Party : SAGIP
Then, AIZEL (next to Jireh) : she love's KIM BUM. average student. Political Party: MTV
Next, it meeeee. ELLA : dunno how to describe myself ee. :)) Here, FRIENDLY pero slightly mataray. Political Party: USAP
Here's KIM: super CREATIVE. sa La Union na siya nag-aaral ngayon. Political Patry (sana) : MTV
Last but not the least, PAT: green scout :) daming suitors. Political Party: ACE
SHANE (she's not there) : scout before. pa-cute (just like Ella). Political Party: ACE
Labels: Amigo, JEKKAA sisters, love, My name is Ella, Sch
|1 Comments |Posted on Thursday, October 22, 2009 at 9:38 AM.
Happy day today
Another happy day. My day was quite boring and boring and sleepy and happy. Yey! We have classes tomorrow. BTW, Saturday was hell. We finished our quarterly exams last Saturday. After the brain-wrecking Science exam, I went to Las Piñas with Kog, then to Rob Ermita. He did bought me new books. Thanks, men! Love me, I know. :)) Hahah. Nicholas Sparks' Dear John and David Levithan's Wide Awake. I guess, I'll love Levithan's. I got a copy of Nick&Norah's Infinite Playlist (thanks to Kog again) and browsed some pages (i'm not starting yet) and liked it. I always loved N. Sparks' , he's really really great! Nothings really special today, but we ate dinner at Chowkings. Special? Yea, we never eat dinner together- of course we're high school-ers palang. :)) And hey, Dear John's showing will be on 2010. Click me for details.
Somewhere in your heart try to find a place for me, somewhere in your heart I won’t care where it would be. one little corner may not mean so much to you, but one little corner is all I ask of you.
- from Kowts... Kowts... and all kowts...
Labels: F, kog, kowt, Sch, smile, withlove
|1 Comments |Posted on Sunday, October 18, 2009 at 8:17 AM.
