Wednesday, November 29, 2006
#7: FOUR LAWRENCE, ZERO SIX, ZERO SEVEN
The section with talent. That's IV-Lawrence. Formed by individuals of various degrees of intelligence, craziness, appeal and talent, this whole new scion of classmates are setting on the trend in their school. This section is literally makin' waves in Manila Science High School, what with their looks (ahem!), sex appeal and their ultimately wild demeanor. In the past they had won in the now-defunct Sabayang Pagbigkas, second-best nonetheless, beaten by a margin by a puppety-clad puppety faced puppety-costumed carnival troupe(pardon, readers belonging to this section!). Recently awarded as the winner in the Carol Fest elimination rounds, IV- Lawrence had proven once and for all that, truly, they are the penultimate talent moguls. Let's get to know more about the members of this section, shall we? I hope they won't get to read this.
For the boys:
*Abe, Louie - a giant man with a giant dream- and a giant ego to boot.
*Andes, Jaime - a funny silly guy. (see Phallanx, Rosie.)
*Azure, Johncarl - a comical gentleman, so those euphoric girls say. (see Sumline, Leann.)
*Bernard, Raffy - the joker in many aspects; easygoing kid.
*Crimson, Jester - the bassist supreme- be wary of his pride.
*Embuscade, Lois - a perfect specimen of a braveheart. (see Manlone, Keithrina)
*Fernan, Greg - behind that all-too-familiar face is a hidden genius.
*Gimney, Jonah - an undefined external element; lacks spinal column.
*Guerrero, Bern - also a rare species. Need I elaborate?
*Hauven, Ron - the very epitome of sheer talent and genius.
*Mirand, Ange - a narcissistic guy shrouded in unwanted public mystery.
*Rice, Ivon - an embodiment of the word "bully".
*Route, Ricky - an award-winning down-to-earth actor.
*SantaFe, Airon - the omniscient leader of the wolf-pack.
*Sardine, Dole - the clueless, innocent little prince. (see Campe, Jellaine)
*SaintAnne, Christopher - loud-voiced, slang-y man. You'll be impressed.
*Tabby, George - as long as numbers are concerned, he's the man. (see Cueshe, Mickey)
*Viterbium, Gerald - the softspoken sportsman.
And now, the girls:
*Almie, Josie- the jolly good grandmother, ever helpful and humble.
*Arva, Chassey- miss no-nonsense; an unsusceptible entertainment source.
*Bachlavach, Fleur- because the baby is now a lady.
*Campe, Jellaine- the enchanting songstress doth inspire legions. (see Sardine, Dole)
*Cielley, Frielissa- loudmouthed economic guru.
*Cueshe, Mickey- as far as numbers are concerned, she’s the, uhm, woman. (see Tabby, George)
*Doodah, Gina- miss treasurer legitemente.
*DeVito, Joe Reece- the laid-back genius.
*Dion, Aira- the devout Christian, by all means.
*Holland, Tara- the lady-loudy performer of sorts. (see Azure, Johncarl)
*Impervio, Jannah- a blossom bud full of expression. (see Azure, Johncarl)
*Manlone, Keithrina- the silently-bubbly sweet princess. (see Embuscade, Lois)
*Maranieu, Angel- actions speak louder than words.. and silence means yes.
*Marian, Justice- an athlete of a delightfully different kind.
*Phallanx, Rosie- the cherry blossom in spring. (see Andes, Jaime)
*Palmer, Marjorie- being liberated is being free.
*Sanguine, July- miss bully girl with a regal dream.
*Sumline, Leann- the carnation fashionista- beware of her charms. (see Azure, Johncarl)
*Vallereal, Francine- musically-inclined magnacat.
So, that's the whole list. The Lawrence people. Hand-in-hand, they face the MaScian day filled with adventure, singing commitments, and fooling around. (Yeah... hand in hand, right?) But they're also tormented with loads of homework, pop quizzes..you know, gross stuff. They also have lots of issues to work out, just like any other ordinary class.
The thing is, we're not ordinary.
We're IV-Lawrence.
- Hauven, Ron
it got me home
2:36 PM
Monday, November 27, 2006
#6: DANCE MANIAX
I am unknown to you once
Always hidden in the shadows, I stayed
Deep, deep within
A friend made me known to you
And got acquainted with each other.
You always go to me in groups
Never all by yourself;
You are shy.
You might be ashamed of being laughed at
In my company; but that is nothing to me
Many before you have done the same
But I embraced them whenever they go.
This i do the same to you.
You were first hesitant to know me
For you are not good with what I do best
But i appreciate your trying hard still.
Day by day you approach me
Holding my arm
Looking me in the eye
Understanding the depths that lay within
While in your eyes I can see the thirst
The desire to know more about me.
So I obliged.
You were attracted by my mild demeanor then.
Eventually, you learned all about me
And my wild side.
You knew me like your old pair of shoes.
With a renewed fervor my joy reached new heights
Because I feel your enthusiasm heighten.
You brought me friends of yours
And they're beginning to love me so
Just as you had so loved me.
With my arms I helped relieve you
Of the pains and the hardships of high school life.
And now you had renewed a dying friendship
Through me.
When in doubt both of you go at my side
And talk it over
It always works out at the end.
I rekindled your past anew and made it your present
And maybe, your future.
I was a good friend to you
Always there whenever you need me.
But forgive me if sometimes
I could not accomodate you well
For I am tired and weary.
Many people consult me so
And it seems like i'm on different places
At the same time.
Forgive me if I sometimes talk too fast
That you could not comprehend me
I'm just testing if you're really listening well.
At the end of it all
Maybe you'll tire of me
And never return again.
But, friend, remember:
I'll be here still
Always waiting in this corner
Even in your darkest nights
When you needed me most.
Please visit me again soon.
- dance maniax
it got me home
7:57 AM
Saturday, November 25, 2006
#5: THE CAROL OF THE BELLS
Carol of the Bells
by IV - Lawrence
Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, meek and the bold
Ding, dong, ding, dong, that is their song
With joyful ring, all carolling.
One seems to hear, words of good cheer
From everywhere, filling the air
Oh, how they pound, raising their sound
O'er hill and dale, telling their tail
Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here.
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas.
On, on they send, on without end
Their joyful tone, to every home
Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away.
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, meek and the bold
Ding dong, ding, dong, that is their song
With joyful ring, all carolling
One seems to hear, words of good cheer
From everywhere, filling the air
O, how they pound, raising their sound
O'er hill and dale, telling their tail
Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here.
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas.
On, on they send, on without end
Their joyful tone, to every home.
...
That's our contest piece, Carol of the Bells. It's for our Carol Fest, a competition in our school, where the sections compete in lieu with the Christmas spirit. Grabe, just a while ago if you go round our school you'll see people in career mode singing their hearts out. It's a cacophony of melodies, both pleasant and, well, unpleasant. We'll, as the old adage say, try and try until you succeed. It'll be on Friday. I hope we'll win. I wish we'll win. No.
We'll win. (ha-ha.)
Yeah. The air definitely smells like Christmas. It's gettin' cold outside. I went to the mall and found many people doing their Christmas shopping. But I, for one, have no money to do that. Yet. And I dunno how I'll manage to save cash. Oh well..
How I wish time would speed up so that we'll have Christmas soon.
How I wish time would slow down so that I can save money.
Crap. man really is hard to satisfy.
it got me home
3:10 AM
Friday, November 24, 2006
#4: THE LAST REASON
"my friends are into it too..."
actually, the explanation is just simple. my friends have blogs too.
Some blogs are made to ridicule or insult. That's pretty worthless isn't it. Some e-journals, still, are, like, just for show. For other people to know what's happening in your boring life. I receive text messages from some friends, making their lives an open book as if everyone really cares. I have this friend who got a boo, and that friend group texts us messages that's supposed to be just read by his fiancee. "Take a rest, darling. I miss you." Even if they were together just a couple of hours ago. They go unlimited just to send that sort of stuff to everyone. Kevin Federline in the making, my friends. Others just want to make themselves known. Like the hell we care. I mean, if u have no other reason why u blog other than that, well then audition for american idol or something. That way you'll get more publicity.
But that's not exactly the case in all blogs. I've visited a handful who really stood out. I recommend leslie santelices's blog, in case you know her. The passion is there. It's not just merely the narration of your daily events. It's really fun to read. I mean, you could still enjoy reading the posts even if you don't know the person that made it. Like, just reading a newspaper article.
That's how I want my blog to be.
I want my blog to mirror my passion, my desire for writing. I want to share thoughts and ideas to others, but not in a 2-dimensional way. I will not entirely limit my blog to my daily goings-on, but also give reflections and lessons that the reader would surely need. And of course, i'll make it entertaining, not in a cheap showbiz way, but rather, in an i'm-ur-close-friend-let's-have-a-chitchat sort of thing. I want my blog to be useful both for me and anyone who reads it.
So there. I hope you do get what i'm ranting about. Ta-ta.
Let's start blogging!
it got me home
7:14 AM
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
#3: THE SECOND REASON
"...a certain professional in feature writing suggested me to make one..."
She is Miss Pam Pastor, a Features article columnist in The Philippine Daily Inquirer. She's our proctor in the two-day training course in Journalism for the Regional Press Conference. But before i'll tell you the story, i'll first narrate THIS story..
I love to write. I really do. since I was young I'm always praised on how I play with words. One of my poems was published when I was in Grade 2. Once a teacher suspected a poem of mine to be some other old guy's work! Well, that's how good I am. 'Nuff said.
Conceit aside, I really love to play with words. I have lots of creative juices in my mind, and that's my way of disposing it. Needless to say, English is my forty, only complimented with my dullness in Math(yuck!). I'm the president of our English Club.
It was only in my fourth year in high school that I joined Journalism. You know, make newspapers and stuff. Coincidentally, they had this contest. Our proctor chose me, a newbie, as a contestant. And, to make a long story short, i won.
I'll elaborate this story later on in another post..
the point is, this was the time i met Miss Pam Pastor. She's a nice proctor. I learned a lot from her. She was the one who judged our work and made me win. She has always a nice thing to say about each of us contestants. For the first time in a while I felt special. She told us to make blogs to enhance our literary techniques in preparation for the regionals.
And so blogged I did.
it got me home
7:11 AM
Sunday, November 19, 2006
#2: THE FIRST REASON
"...i plan to use it as an angst, joy, whatever outlet..."
man, diaries are old.
see, i keep this diary. i had it since second year high school. they had it since marie pratchett wrote her daily life in parchment. don't blame yourself if you don't know her, though. Hell, i don't know her either. i just made her up. actually, the first journal is drawn. carved, actually. who else but by the cavemen from long ago. But it's history 101. You don't want to venture into THAT.
speaking of which, my diary do have some history in it. normally, you buy your own journal. but this one was given to me by a special friend. more on her later.
this diary is a cool diary. its cover has a 3-dimensional feel in it, if you know what i mean. Of course you don't. Well i'll show you later. By picture of course. i don't want to have my secrets divulged, do i? It even has a name: Diario. And i've been writing on it ever since. At first i write to it daily. But now, as you diary-keepers could relate to, i sort of forgot to write sometimes. now i rarely write at all. only at times when i feel so strongly about something do i write. i write the most when i am angry, i think. whoa, count the words with the rootword "write". oops, eight.
this diary had served its purpose. it has become some sort of a channel, some outlet for teen angst. And believe me, if i count how many times i had those angsty moods and turn them into days when i write, i would have written the history of mankind. okay, now it's ten.
but now i seem to be either too busy or too lazy to write. and so i type. ha!
wow, journalism has gone a long way, from cave walls, to papyrus scrolls, to diaries, and now, to e-journals. of course, i would still write on that sentimental value-laden diary i'm talking about earlier, but that's for more personal things now. for the rest, it's the e-journal. for casual tete-a-tetes, this blog is tops. thank God for the japanese. or the americans. or whoever. lucky us.
marie pratchett would have killed to have this technology. too bad. start writing on those papyrus, baby.
last count's thirteen. i should freak out, i guess.
it got me home
6:39 AM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
#1: MY FIRST ENTRY
hello.
i'm allan. this is my first time to blog. and i do speak english.
still deciding if i would use english or filipino.
anyway, i blogged for three reasons, because:
1. i plan to use it as an angst, joy, whatever outlet
2. a certain professional in feature writing suggested me to make one
3. my friends are into it too
so there. more to come soon. it got me home
5:28 AM
#7: FOUR LAWRENCE, ZERO SIX, ZERO SEVEN
