By remrick
I've finally decided to start posting again here on blogspot, since I have all the summer to write and improve my weblog account here... Unfortunately, I can't start immediately... I still have to organize the things I'm gonna post here... Oh, they aren't much... Just a collection of stuff I've written over the last three months and over the weekend, while on the ship headed home... And oh, it needn't be said that this is gonna be my 'official' blog, for now... My Friendster Blog is goin' t'be inactive for quite some time... That's all...
Fin.
By remrick
It's nice to be back.
After quite some time, I'm finally making an effort to at least visit and try to write something worthwhile here in my blog. I am so sorry if I haven't been able to update it regularly. As I said in my previous post, there have been some personal issues I've had to deal with. I will spare you the details of the tangled mess of things in my life that I have come to label as personal issues.
I really don't think that the internet is the right place to write about those things. I think it would be better if I keep those random ramblings unpublished, tucked away inside the pages of worn bluebooks.
Ah, where was I?
Oh yes, something to write about.
Yeah, I guess this'll do. I'm happy about the results of our corridor's Basement Songfest. After all the bruhaha and the rush to comply with the deadlines, we've finally chosen the song that best symbolizes our life down under. Our song is entitled "Kasama."
It's a really great original composition. I knew there was talent but I never knew there was that much.
With lines like "hayaan nilang tingalain ang lupa./madilim, walang liwanag./ngunit hindi ang buhay.../ at kung sakaling marating ang mga bituin./ 'di pa rin malilimutan./ at kung sakaling lumipas ang mahabang panahon./ nandito pa rin ako./ naghihintay sa'yo./ kasama ng mga alaala," it provides an apt description of our life in the corridor.
The other songs were also good, but one song came in at a close second. Entitled "Moog", it was also quite good. But we only had to choose one, and the basement boys chose "Kasama."
Now, there are plans of recording all the four entries. I hope it pushes through so that we can include the songs in our Basement CD. How I wish you could hear the songs for yourselves so that you could appreciate them better. Then you'd know just how talented my my floormates are.
Oh, that's another reason why I haven't been writing much lately. I've got so many things to do in the dorm, like the upcoming formal dinner this Saturday. Come to think of it, I do still have to borrow a tie. This is all for now.
By remrick
I am so not in the mood to do anything right now.
Tired and exhausted from the events of the past week, I just want to lie down in bed and sleep the day away. I didn't have a decent sleep (if you call past 3 am in the morning 'decent') for four straight days, starting Wednesday night because of the preparations for our dormitory's Open House. It was so frustrating to see only myself and a handful of other people working on our corridor design and preparing for the Open House last Saturday. But I'd rather not write about that. I'm too tired, even for that.
Sigh. I'm having some personal problems of my own, too. I just wanna take a break and try to sleep away these eyebags. So I guess this will be all for now. Sweet dreams for me.
By remrick
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
The monotonous sound of the huge toy clock could barely be heard amidst the din inside the arcade, somewhere in the Araneta Center. I was with two of my closest friends in high school, showing around former schoolmates who had just come from a science fair in Ilocos. The three of of us stayed in a corner, talking and updating each other about our lives while the 'kids' went to play.
Through the conversation, I couldn't help but note how ironic the situation was. About the same time last year, I was having the time of my life here in Manila with these two guys and other friends - participating in science fairs, going out, and just goofing around. Just over a month later, high school life was over and we had to part ways.
Now, here we were. We're going to different schools, leading different lives. The way we look, dress and talk has changed. And sometimes, even though how I regard them hasn't changed at all, I can't help but note the changes in the personalities of the two people I was talking to. While some aspects have remained the same, overall they have changed, and maybe so have I too. Time has passed us by.
I really didn't notice then that our days in high school were already numbered. We were living it up and before we knew it, graduation was just around the corner. At first, it was a bit hard to accept the fact that our lives were going to change dramatically as we face college life. Friends we knew, routines we had gotten used to, memories made and memories that could no longer be made together - those were just among the many things we had to leave behind.
Now, it seems like it's happening all over again. My first year in the university is about to end, with less than two months to go. Our days as Basement Boys in the freshmen dorm are already numbered. Again, I'll be leaving so much behind.
I don't want to make the same mistake again. I guess I'll just have to do the things I have to do before all that I have right now- the people, the experiences, the moments - are taken away from me.
In the end, everything passes by. We are all passersby in the complex tangles of life and destiny.
Make the most out of every moment because these become the memories that will be ours to cherish for the rest of our lives. Learn from experience and let it enrich us as persons.
I'm really not in a position to talk like this. So I'll stop the talking - or the writing for that matter - and start preparing. After all, since I'm just passing by, I'll start creating something I can leave behind to mark my passage.
By remrick
First, the bad news: the plan didn't materialize.
I wasn't able to go home and attend the RSHSs Congress.
But the good news is that our school garnered some major awards during the Congress. Li-an, the younger sister of my high school research groupmate, bagged the first prize in the Science Investigatory Project Competition in the Life Sciences Fair Division of the Congress. I was told that her reasearch was a continuation of our own project, though I don't know what the title is. To think that she's only a Junior student at that!
Another Senior also grabbed the second place in the Competition, although I'm not sure whether he competed in the same Fair Division as Li-an or if he competed in the Physical Sciences Category. But anyway, I hope they continue to keep up the good work.
But unfortunately, there's more of the bad news. Our exam in Math100 last Saturday was a killer.
Well, come to think of it, I wouldn't have had such a hard time during the exam if only I had thoroughly prepared for it. But no, I had to be complacent enough to watch a movie marathon the night before the exam! Imagine that!
Oops, I hope my mom or sister don't get to read this... They're gonna peel my hide if they find out...
And now, I'm dreadfully awaiting the results of my Math Exam. I hope I don't fail.
But since I resolved not to worry too much anymore (or am I overdoing it a bit?), I'll look on the bright side.
At least, I won't have any more exams to worry about for this week.
By remrick
My mother texted me last night.
No, she wasn't inquiring about my health or my academics (as she usually does).
Instead, she texted me to tell me that our highschool research project was on display at the City Auditorium. Having garnered the first place in the Life Sciences Fair Division of the RSHSs Congress last year, it's now being exhibited as part of the ongoing 2nd National Science and Mathematics Congress for Regional Science High Schools.
My intial reaction was like, "Duh... okay mom, so what?"
I didn't tell her that, of course. (Knowing my mom, I would never even consider telling her that. You wouldn't too, if you knew my mom and you knew what's good for you.)
Instead, I sent her a reply, jokingly telling her to take a picture of our project display for posterity's sake.
But her reply caught my full attention. She told me our highschool research adviser was planning to invite us, the researchers, to this year's RSHSs Congress back home at Surigao to attend the Awarding Ceremonies. Mom said they were planning to contact our respective colleges/universities(my two highschool research groupmates are studying at Mapua and Ateneo), so that we could go to Surigao and attend the RSHSs Congress .
But it isn't final yet, and knowing how the DepEd works, the chances of the plan pushing through are slim.
Still, if only I could go home, even just for a while... The possibility, remote as it may seem, still intrigues me.
Honestly, I want to go home and maybe take a break for a while from all the hassles of university life. The past few weeks have been exhausting, with long exams, group projecst and dorm activities one after the other. Besides, I miss traveling and skipping classes, which I often did during high school. And at least mom and dad would have some company even just for a day or two.
I shouldn't get my hopes up too high, though. I can't afford to miss classes, be they excused or unexcused absences. Besides, the money involved and all the bureacratic processes at the DepEd are bound to discourage the Congress organizers from pushing through with the plan. And lastly, we really aren't that important so as to be given special privileges.
But my mom said she was going to keep me updated, though. And if ever the highly improbable possibilty does come true... watch out: Surigao, here I come!
By remrick
As of now, I'm going nuts studying for our comprehensive long exam in Comm3 this monday. And it's one hell of a long exam; believe me.
The coverage is from cover to cover of our textbook. I can't even imagine what the test will be like. So many topics, from communication models to the steps in speech preparation... so many concepts and tiny details to pay attention to... argh, I tell you, this exam is going to test the limits of my sanity(especially tonight - I haven't even finished half of the text yet!).
I was so relieved when the deadline for our group project in English 1 was moved one week. It meant I would have more time for the Comm3 Exam. But even after I get over that dreadful exam, I still have another long exam in Math100 next Saturday. The exam coverage is also quite extensive.
And even after that Math Exam, there are group projects in English 1, Chem1 and Comm3 to attend to. I also need to start preparing for my extemporaneous speech in Comm3.
And as if all that grueling mental torture isn't enough, there are still dorm activities like the Open House Week and our own Basement GA Cup to worry about(groan...).
I'm really sorry if my blog is turning into some sort of online list of my personal worries and petty concerns . I guess I just don't have anything good to write about while I'm still in the middle of my Hell Week(s).
Do you think I worry too much? Or is it just because there are just so may things to worry about?
Look, I'm even worrying if I worry too much!
I guess that answers my question.