I'm Going to KORONADAL!!!!!!

Yeah, that’s true. I’ll be over a thousand miles or two away from Passi tomorrow. If you’ve been reading my past archives, I have mentioned about it. It’s for the NSPC (National Schools Press Conference), because I got a slot in the Regionals last December (haha…just third place in Feature Writing English). I’m gonna be with our Journalism Teacher, Ma’am Pache and also with some blokes from Passi I Elementary School.
What do I feel? Not excited. Not ecstatic. Not ready. I mean we’re gonna spend 9 days in that place. Plus we’re also stranded in there for 4 days. Just thinking about the fatal boredom in that place makes me go nuts. But I’m trying to go with it. Anyway, as what Ma’am had said, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I agree. So, why fuss?
However, these are just the things I’ll definitely need to bring with me in this vapid vacation:.
1. Clothes – duh?
2. IPod – Although the glass cover is shattered because of my profound carelessness, I just can’t live in a place without music. Maybe later, I’ll buy a shuffle but I can only do that in ten years worth of saving.
3. Nintendo Gameboy – I love this thingy. I can live with this thing. As long as I get my basic needs, that is (food, friends and music).
4. Medicine – I have runny nose today (eeeww…) and I need these things to avoid my bogies showing when I talk to strangers.
5. Money – another duh?
6. Cellphone – just to communicate with my folks, friends and…um….girlfriend.
Is that all? WAHHAAA, I wish I could bring the whole 28 of our classmates with me. That way, I would definitely survive. And oh, did I mention that I’m the only guy among the other feature writers who won?? Tough luck, it was, with the creative writing industry dominated by women…and…um…hermaphrodites.
And oh, yesterday was the Valentines Day. It was rainy and muddy. But it was great. That was the last time I will see her for 13 days. Imagine living without her!!! 13 DAYS!!!!
Also last night was our pretty classmate’s Coronation Night. Leona is the Queen of Hearts, as chosen by the school. Too bad I wasn’t able to attend. I could have nice dinner and a chat with his Canadian cousin, Matthew. Whew, that was an elusive chance to talk with a foreigner about what is teenage life like in their country. Well, I guess, I should just wait for me to go to America someday and as of now, just IMAGINE what would it be like to be there. *sigh*
I will post something as soon as I get back from Koronadal. But for now:

I’m GOING TO KORONADAL!!!!!!

My Third SSC Night Experience

Last Wednesday evening, we had our SSC Night. For people out there who doesn’t know what it is, it’s just an affair for Special Science Class students of our school. Yeah, sort of a program with little shows, speeches, and presentations and of course, disco-disco afterwards. It’s a show culminating our talents and abilities (ows!) as one of the respected peeps, mercifully admitted to the upper echelons of the school’s logical order of students. Yes, being SSC is great, all the privilege and attention, and the SSC Night is just one of the things that excite me every year. Let me recount the first SSC nights that I witnessed:

1.) The Sound of Life (First Year) – we were journalists back then, making a newsletter for our journalism class. I was the editor-in-chief, the feature guy, the crossword puzzle-maker, the news writer and the photographer. To tell you, I have to swallow my pride in an attempt to go in the front of the gaping crowd just to snap a single picture of our principal having a speech. And it didn’t turn out very nice. They said I looked like Quasimodo (the guy in Notre Dame…you know the hunchback!!!!) and eventually, Mr. _____ told me to stop taking pictures because I distract them. And anyway, all the pictures got lost because the film got exposed. That was the most unpleasant SSC Night I have ever witnessed.
2.) The Sound of Life 2 (Second Year) – I have no idea that this time that instead of me being the photographer, I was the one being photographed!!! This is my fave SSC night. We danced Fergalicious (which is very euphoric since you are dancing in the middle of 4 known campus heartthrobs and to tell you, dancing with them makes me think I’m one of them….which only occurs in my wildest daydreams) and sang “Start of Something New” (which is very memorable since I practically howled and had lots of criticism). There’s no doubt about it, my best SSC night EVER!!!

And this time, my third SSC Night…..

3.) Let’s Dance with Tribu Latino (Third Year) – Umm…I would describe this one as bittersweet coz at first, I was really skeptical in joining in it until my girl convinced me to go with it. But in the end, it was nice; dancing in there, at the back might be a little frustrating, but I handled it. Though this year’s participation is scant and the numbers may seem a little straightforward, it’s cool. And the disco part at the end? Man, I don’t know what the hell I was doing back there! That was my first real disco (the first fake one was during our fiesta; I danced with five-year-olds…. hahahaha) Anyway that was all right.

Our dance number? We were representing the 2000s era so we did hiphop with a little pop flavor in it. The music? Low by Flo Rida feat T-Pain, Get Up by Ciara (Courtesy of yours truly, since actually, I was the one who chose the main dancing music for this thing), Crank That (Spiderman Version) by Soulja Boy and No Matter by Akon. We kinda tweaked it a bit, remixed it with nice transitions…COOOL!!!! The costume? Jacket with fab tees underneath and dark pants for boys and small ruffled skirt with cute blouse and white stockings for girls. Nice!!! My fave dance step? On the Get Up Opening part, when we crossed our arms and pumped our chests (with matching jumps for powerful impact). That was wicked!!! I had never been able to do it properly though.
Okay, enough with the chitchat. The photos and everything on the next post. I hope Gian uploads it on Friendster soon. Before anything….I just wanna say:

ThreeAcesROCKS!!!!

PICS LAST SSC NITE!!!!

sa stage...mga wala hua nga amo!!!!

Gwapa ah....shes with bes, Charmaine...

Catherine (mimiw) and Grachi.....

kami daa...nagdulom lang kay ara si jhf mu...joke...

With maam amador. aus ahh....

naglandscape ja aw!!!!

ginmana ko gid man pagkadriver ni tatay ko?? antawa bala...

nice yah...

im running out of captions....pro nice hairs!!! Mahangin gid man xa gwa

with maam panerio. may tawo dyan nga gaplano mangsungay...ako to bala mo

kagwapa ka classmates namun ah..,.

Powerpuff girls??? siguro. mas gwapa lang ja it gawa

Nakibot sanda...

gapacute ya mga laki sa likod hoh!!!

Arent they pretty?? Sure coz one of them's my girlfriend. she's with bes, grachi

Milrose and Kristy...close up

The four campus crushes....

Gwapa ko nga classmates ah...xori lang di ko kapanghatag number da...xori lang ah..

Guys, introducing my two best buds...they're feeling a bit...gay

Belai, si Gian gid sa tunga ba...

No, we didnt come from the North Pole. Its our costume...
SSC night Band ahh...ASTEEEGGG!!!!!

Jayrick...What's the Problem...

Okay, I’m here again. Actually, this entry isn’t really updated. I’ve done this on my laptop computer yesterday. YES, I have a laptop computer and unfortunately, it is a “pagalpalon” (old and junky) one. I dunno but this is better than nothing. My ancient computer helped me somehow, in Research thingies, projects, and other school stuff.

Know what caused me all the mess when I began blogging? The culprit in my widely spaced entries, wherein I barely have the chance to post something every week? Well, if you’re a blogger, odds are very difficult if you don’t have Internet connection right at your home. Blogging at this situation is bothersome. Well, to have something to post, I have to go to Internet Cafes, like Kate does. Yeah, we have the same problem. The disadvantages are:

First, You gotta spend a couple of bucks every hour (20 Pesos per hour). For the son of a tricycle driver, how hard can that be? A LOT, I say. And I feel guilty about it often.

Second, If something’s bugging me and I gotta go to the nearest computer station, chances are, my emotions have already EXPIRED, like moldy cheese. And once your emotions have expired, you don’t feel like writing anymore. All you get are lots of empty drafts. With my tight schedule and my abode about three kilometers from the city, I can’t risk paying 20 pesos for a roving city driver to get me home.

Third, You can barely post something. The dilemmas are interconnected. Think ‘bout it like a food chain. Pain in your pinky is felt by the whole body. That’s why I cannot post often.

And….other….er….things that are associated by this blog. Whew, it sure is difficult. But why do I continue blogging? I have my journals but, why do I still bother to tinker slowly at the keyboard and force myself to write something? Who would ever want to know the life of someone like me? I think, a lot of people out there have their own problems and think that someone like me should go away and wallow in my own miseries.

Well, I don’t consider such reasons. I LOVE blogging and I LOVE the Internet. Although it gives me a lot of trouble, I can manage. As long as I can do it, why stop? That act is for losers. And I’ll just go on Internet surfing once a week, using my saved allowance. That should be enough even though it’s not really up to date. And what is this blog all about? It’s about me…and I don’t care what people think of my foolishness. They don’t really know how relieved I am when I jutted down all that’s inside of me. It’s like an outlet. Of what I’m feeling.

Yeah, I know. It’s kinda girly, doing it all with journals and things like that. But I think, we, the male subspecies also need a break. We ALSO feel sensitive, not like those things that some girls think of us. Well, I do think we can get frisky and idiotic sometimes but …it’s all the same. We have different moods sometimes…and most of them aren’t really apt to some situations. Hmmmm…I don’t know what others do to shrug off their problems. Beer? Not me. Pot? Nu-uh. Cigarettes? Never tried it. Me? As long as I have pen and paper, life is not that really hard. And come to think of it, writing is what good boys do. I don’t really have addictions. And I’m proud of it.

Whew….from Internet connections to boyish habits. How complicated. I guess my mind isn’t as simple as THAT.