Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The Bests of the Second Quarter
Here now is the list of the top ten achievers
for the second quarter
in the CREATIVE WRITING CLASS,
school year 2008-2009...
WAY TO GO....
for the second quarter
in the CREATIVE WRITING CLASS,
school year 2008-2009...
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Tañaquin,Annicalou | 95.5078 |
Arriola, Michaela Giuliana | 95.2704 |
Santos, Ryll Regine | 95.0037 |
Abaloyan, Cristina | 94.6805 |
Ungson, Mark | 94.6037 |
Berenguer, Jed Adriel | 94.0502 |
Panaligan, Kashieca Moira | 93.9594 |
De Ubago, Christine Anne | 93.7850 |
Acyatan, Mark Ephraim | 93.2883 |
Castro, Jasper Hannah | 92.8816 |
WAY TO GO....
Monday, November 10, 2008
TOURISTS
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
JED ADRIEL BERENGUER
III BOHR
“If only I could take it back…” said I.
I was standing in the threshold of the enormous NAIA 3 airport. With my bags on my shoulder, suitcase I was pulling, I was having full of regrets of what had happened.
“If only you could take what back?” asked Joe. Joe was with me along with other friends of ours who seems late again for our flight.“If only I could take back my ICE CREAM!” I shouted. Apparently, houseflies either like ice cream to not make me eat it or they really don’t to push it away.
“Ice Cream?”
“Yeah,” I snorted. “Stupid houseflies were bugging me then ‘Bam!’ my ice cream splats on the floor.”
“That’s just ice cream, Chandler. What you’re about to experience is a lot like paradise!” Joe explained.
I didn’t reply, I still am bummed about that delicious ice cream, so I plugged the earphones of my MP3 and listened to my favorite song: The Long and Winding Road.
Finally after a few minutes, the others came. Joe was about to finish his 3rd burger, not knowing of motion sickness.
“It’s about time you guys came.” complained Joe.
“Well, somebody here has a hard time saying goodbye to her dog, La Pooh.” said Monica, circling her eyes on Rachel, the dog lover.
“My goodness Rach, it’s just a dog!” I shouted. But still not losing my temper.
“’My goodness Rach, it’s just a dog!’ What about your ice cream, Chandler?”
Joe copied my remark and teased me.
“Whatever, you’re lucky you didn’t have a 4th burger”
“So, where’s your dog?” Joe asked, ignoring my statement.
“Oh, outside with my mother” replied Rachel.
“You brought your dog with you?”“Just to say goodbye…”
“Oooh!”
And so after that pointless conversation; Rachel, Ross, Monica, Joey, Phoebe and I showed our boarding passes to the lady and went inside the plane and sat inside in our respective seats. I’m guessing that Joe now regrets eating three burgers, the size of Big Mac, as I saw his uneasy expression in his face. I saw dolphins diving in and out of the ocean and maybe because of vertigo, I think I saw an angel flew by the window beside me. But I guess it was just motion sickness.
I slept throughout the flight.
We arrived at Los Angeles Airport or LAX by evening. Joe rushed out the plane to go to the bathroom, I guess not only motion sickness played with him, nature’s calling him also. It began to rain as we went out the airport; we haven’t any umbrella so we rushed to the Taxi stand. We were divided into two and we both directed the driver to a certain hotel, I won’t tell what. Just for no reason.
I guess I had a little case of being homesick, I don’t know, I loved the food around here. And it’s not my first time to go here; it’s my first time to go here on vacation. It always meant work, work, and work. I remember the fishball vendor at home when I saw Joe again, eventually he has stopped going to the CR. Joe again had this case when he ate a lot of fishballs and again, LBM.Phoebe, now, pulled her sneakers off after touring the hotel. It reeked, I smelled it, it was so bad but who cares I opened the windows anyways. Ross decided to play his guitar, while we’re at vacation; swimming, tanning and drinking smoothies in Sta. Monica Beach, he’ll be playing in a concert to be held on Hollywood. It was his choice, his only gig, so he grabbed the opportunity.
The next day after breakfast was served; I went to the city to see if I could still remember the place. And I still do, I went to Starbucks for a while and then I saw the guys excluding Ross buying donuts at Krispy Kreme. I left the coffee shop and went to them. It seems our plans of vacation will be advanced, early that morning, we went to the beach.
Monica’s the one who really knows the place, for her friend, Janice, owns a store by the shore. We swam, played beach volleyball, drank shakes, laid down and did Frisbee on the beach.
We were all tired that afternoon, so we rested. When we woke about an hour later, we were on a boat. We were all surprised; Janice was awake and told us to calm down. She’s with a guy she introduced to us as Richard. I don’t like Richard from the start. We had no choice but to stay on the boat or sharks will have had early dinner that night.
Finally we went to a deserted island. It seemed deserted, no tourists, no stores, no anything. We went down the boat and Richard advanced to the forest. Janice told us she was also preoccupied when she was brought onto the boat. It’s a good thing there was volleyball on the boat. So we played a little while to get our minds off that peculiar event.
A few minutes later, we rested. We heard strange noises and footsteps from the forest. Maybe it was just Richard hunting an animal for food. We ignored the noise and waited for Richard to come back. It was twilight already and I was getting hungry and sleepy. Others were grumbling already, they went back to the boat but as soon as they stepped on the boat, they heard a shout. I heard it louder, it was Rachel. There was a black figure pulling her towards the forest.
I rushed to grab Rachel’s leg but I was late. I dove for nothing; she was gone in a blink of an eye. The others by the boat ran through the shore and went near the forest. We were all shocked by what had happened. We were staring blankly at space at what had just happened. We couldn’t think. We couldn’t act.
And then suddenly all of us were grabbed by the hands and our heads were covered with duffel bags, we couldn’t resist, the people who held us captive were strong. They pulled us towards the jungle like what they did on Rachel. And that was the last of what I can remember. We were done as TOURISTS.
I was standing in the threshold of the enormous NAIA 3 airport. With my bags on my shoulder, suitcase I was pulling, I was having full of regrets of what had happened.
“If only you could take what back?” asked Joe. Joe was with me along with other friends of ours who seems late again for our flight.“If only I could take back my ICE CREAM!” I shouted. Apparently, houseflies either like ice cream to not make me eat it or they really don’t to push it away.
“Ice Cream?”
“Yeah,” I snorted. “Stupid houseflies were bugging me then ‘Bam!’ my ice cream splats on the floor.”
“That’s just ice cream, Chandler. What you’re about to experience is a lot like paradise!” Joe explained.
I didn’t reply, I still am bummed about that delicious ice cream, so I plugged the earphones of my MP3 and listened to my favorite song: The Long and Winding Road.
Finally after a few minutes, the others came. Joe was about to finish his 3rd burger, not knowing of motion sickness.
“It’s about time you guys came.” complained Joe.
“Well, somebody here has a hard time saying goodbye to her dog, La Pooh.” said Monica, circling her eyes on Rachel, the dog lover.
“My goodness Rach, it’s just a dog!” I shouted. But still not losing my temper.
“’My goodness Rach, it’s just a dog!’ What about your ice cream, Chandler?”
Joe copied my remark and teased me.
“Whatever, you’re lucky you didn’t have a 4th burger”
“So, where’s your dog?” Joe asked, ignoring my statement.
“Oh, outside with my mother” replied Rachel.
“You brought your dog with you?”“Just to say goodbye…”
“Oooh!”
And so after that pointless conversation; Rachel, Ross, Monica, Joey, Phoebe and I showed our boarding passes to the lady and went inside the plane and sat inside in our respective seats. I’m guessing that Joe now regrets eating three burgers, the size of Big Mac, as I saw his uneasy expression in his face. I saw dolphins diving in and out of the ocean and maybe because of vertigo, I think I saw an angel flew by the window beside me. But I guess it was just motion sickness.
I slept throughout the flight.
We arrived at Los Angeles Airport or LAX by evening. Joe rushed out the plane to go to the bathroom, I guess not only motion sickness played with him, nature’s calling him also. It began to rain as we went out the airport; we haven’t any umbrella so we rushed to the Taxi stand. We were divided into two and we both directed the driver to a certain hotel, I won’t tell what. Just for no reason.
I guess I had a little case of being homesick, I don’t know, I loved the food around here. And it’s not my first time to go here; it’s my first time to go here on vacation. It always meant work, work, and work. I remember the fishball vendor at home when I saw Joe again, eventually he has stopped going to the CR. Joe again had this case when he ate a lot of fishballs and again, LBM.Phoebe, now, pulled her sneakers off after touring the hotel. It reeked, I smelled it, it was so bad but who cares I opened the windows anyways. Ross decided to play his guitar, while we’re at vacation; swimming, tanning and drinking smoothies in Sta. Monica Beach, he’ll be playing in a concert to be held on Hollywood. It was his choice, his only gig, so he grabbed the opportunity.
The next day after breakfast was served; I went to the city to see if I could still remember the place. And I still do, I went to Starbucks for a while and then I saw the guys excluding Ross buying donuts at Krispy Kreme. I left the coffee shop and went to them. It seems our plans of vacation will be advanced, early that morning, we went to the beach.
Monica’s the one who really knows the place, for her friend, Janice, owns a store by the shore. We swam, played beach volleyball, drank shakes, laid down and did Frisbee on the beach.
We were all tired that afternoon, so we rested. When we woke about an hour later, we were on a boat. We were all surprised; Janice was awake and told us to calm down. She’s with a guy she introduced to us as Richard. I don’t like Richard from the start. We had no choice but to stay on the boat or sharks will have had early dinner that night.
Finally we went to a deserted island. It seemed deserted, no tourists, no stores, no anything. We went down the boat and Richard advanced to the forest. Janice told us she was also preoccupied when she was brought onto the boat. It’s a good thing there was volleyball on the boat. So we played a little while to get our minds off that peculiar event.
A few minutes later, we rested. We heard strange noises and footsteps from the forest. Maybe it was just Richard hunting an animal for food. We ignored the noise and waited for Richard to come back. It was twilight already and I was getting hungry and sleepy. Others were grumbling already, they went back to the boat but as soon as they stepped on the boat, they heard a shout. I heard it louder, it was Rachel. There was a black figure pulling her towards the forest.
I rushed to grab Rachel’s leg but I was late. I dove for nothing; she was gone in a blink of an eye. The others by the boat ran through the shore and went near the forest. We were all shocked by what had happened. We were staring blankly at space at what had just happened. We couldn’t think. We couldn’t act.
And then suddenly all of us were grabbed by the hands and our heads were covered with duffel bags, we couldn’t resist, the people who held us captive were strong. They pulled us towards the jungle like what they did on Rachel. And that was the last of what I can remember. We were done as TOURISTS.
The Coper Hangout
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Annicalou Cruz Tañaquin
III- Ernest Rutherford
This room is where the bonding and love of the I- Nicolaus Copernicus, Batch 2006-2007. At first the class was just full of silent, no one talking and no one ever made noise. I thought that was the sign that our class will never be close to each other.
One month passed and a virus came, not really a pandemic but many of us were not able to attend class for weeks. The air was filled with longing for your friends and the feeling that you miss the ones who are making the class alive.
When everybody was already present, the feel of joyous and alive class was felt. We started hanging-out, inside and outside the classroom. The last table in the canteen and the so-called “Coper-Ikot” were made.
There were those times when sadness and anger lingered in the four corners of the class. It will make you happy when you reminisce how your lonely memories made the relationship stronger.
In this room, we practiced our way to success. In all the things we have done in the classroom, we succeeded and with that come pride and talent; we all loved the good things and the luck it gave us.
Funny as it seems, at the end of the day, comes and there was it, the mess, the dirt, and all those garbage we left behind are present. Indeed, we have to clean the room but the smiles on our faces are still present.
And that is how our Coper Friendship started and ended, silence and cleaning. I know how weird are life was when we were just knew to Maksci however the feeling of comfort and affection was felt when we entered our own room. It felt that we really owned it and it is worth it. The room where it all began, Room 302, the best classroom I ever had.
One month passed and a virus came, not really a pandemic but many of us were not able to attend class for weeks. The air was filled with longing for your friends and the feeling that you miss the ones who are making the class alive.
When everybody was already present, the feel of joyous and alive class was felt. We started hanging-out, inside and outside the classroom. The last table in the canteen and the so-called “Coper-Ikot” were made.
There were those times when sadness and anger lingered in the four corners of the class. It will make you happy when you reminisce how your lonely memories made the relationship stronger.
In this room, we practiced our way to success. In all the things we have done in the classroom, we succeeded and with that come pride and talent; we all loved the good things and the luck it gave us.
Funny as it seems, at the end of the day, comes and there was it, the mess, the dirt, and all those garbage we left behind are present. Indeed, we have to clean the room but the smiles on our faces are still present.
And that is how our Coper Friendship started and ended, silence and cleaning. I know how weird are life was when we were just knew to Maksci however the feeling of comfort and affection was felt when we entered our own room. It felt that we really owned it and it is worth it. The room where it all began, Room 302, the best classroom I ever had.
Missing Somewhere
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Annicalou Cruz Tañaquin
III- Ernest Rutherford
If only I could take it back, I would not let myself to be anywhere close to him; I would never let him take a piece of me. If only…
Walking on a long and winding road, I got tired so I decided to sit on a bench. I realized that my goody old sneakers are already untied so I tried to fix them up. When I looked up, suddenly it came to me that I was already lost. Maybe, I am still being chased by my thoughts of him but my mind has already given up. In this place where nobody is around, when nothing can remind me of anything about us, why is that song he played on his guitar perceptible to my ears. You’ve always been my angel but why did I run away from you?
I stood to find anybody near, maybe an ice cream stand or a fishball vendor, but nothing existed. Even a small housefly that tends to bug me is in sight. I have always wondered what will happen to my life if I’m not around you, if you are not beside me. And now, I can feel it, the suffering that I needed to receive just to regain everything we lost. But nothing’s worth it. I checked on my mp3 and tested if it is still working. Unfortunately, I am already low bat.
Walking further, I saw a dolphin… Or maybe not. I know I’m just hallucinating, a dolphin in the pond… Never. I started walking again, I knew that I was missing something but I didn’t care. All I can think about is him, I know I’m making no sense so, I’ll tell you what happened.
He was the guy I have always dreamed of, tall, fair-skinned, good-looking and smart. I was always happy when I’m with him and we never cared about anything except for ourselves. I was mesmerized to the fact that he always brought an umbrella with him so we never got caught in the rain. He is a funny guy, sometimes misunderstood but I’m always here to understand him. I never knew why I did that to him. I will never know why. He never told me what I did wrong. He is always that sensitive guy who only cares about what he feels and never about what the others think.
“Ok” I was awakened by the sound of a car; I never knew someone could ever find me here, maybe not this fast. I was disappointed but when I looked in the mirror, I saw his eyes flicker. I was wrong it is better this way. If I never knew him, I will never realize everything, now I know that he is not just a highly sensitive man but he is a very understanding individual, ready to comprehend my actions, even if I always make mistakes; ready to accept me and start over again. I know, my life is better with him, the guy I loved the most. ñ_ñ
Walking on a long and winding road, I got tired so I decided to sit on a bench. I realized that my goody old sneakers are already untied so I tried to fix them up. When I looked up, suddenly it came to me that I was already lost. Maybe, I am still being chased by my thoughts of him but my mind has already given up. In this place where nobody is around, when nothing can remind me of anything about us, why is that song he played on his guitar perceptible to my ears. You’ve always been my angel but why did I run away from you?
I stood to find anybody near, maybe an ice cream stand or a fishball vendor, but nothing existed. Even a small housefly that tends to bug me is in sight. I have always wondered what will happen to my life if I’m not around you, if you are not beside me. And now, I can feel it, the suffering that I needed to receive just to regain everything we lost. But nothing’s worth it. I checked on my mp3 and tested if it is still working. Unfortunately, I am already low bat.
Walking further, I saw a dolphin… Or maybe not. I know I’m just hallucinating, a dolphin in the pond… Never. I started walking again, I knew that I was missing something but I didn’t care. All I can think about is him, I know I’m making no sense so, I’ll tell you what happened.
He was the guy I have always dreamed of, tall, fair-skinned, good-looking and smart. I was always happy when I’m with him and we never cared about anything except for ourselves. I was mesmerized to the fact that he always brought an umbrella with him so we never got caught in the rain. He is a funny guy, sometimes misunderstood but I’m always here to understand him. I never knew why I did that to him. I will never know why. He never told me what I did wrong. He is always that sensitive guy who only cares about what he feels and never about what the others think.
“Ok” I was awakened by the sound of a car; I never knew someone could ever find me here, maybe not this fast. I was disappointed but when I looked in the mirror, I saw his eyes flicker. I was wrong it is better this way. If I never knew him, I will never realize everything, now I know that he is not just a highly sensitive man but he is a very understanding individual, ready to comprehend my actions, even if I always make mistakes; ready to accept me and start over again. I know, my life is better with him, the guy I loved the most. ñ_ñ
One More Time
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Anne Marla SM. Villa
III – Antoine Laurent de Lavoisier
How could have I been so foolish? You made me believe we can last. But all you did was broke my heart.
You were this boy who catches the attention of everyone. You were listening to your MP3 while squeaking your SNEAKERS to and fro. I felt that there was no one else but you and me. You were like an ANGEL that set foot on earth just for my eyes to see. And that was the very moment I fell for you.
At first, I thought you were just a pretty face. But all of those changed when I first heard you play your GUITAR. The sound was so heavenly. I approached you and said “hi!” You just smiled at me. Stood up and went away. I sat there blankly with all the words I wanted to tell you. But I guess it wasn’t the right time for our hearts to meet.
It was a rainy afternoon and classes were cut. I went to my locker to get my UMBRELLA. You were there. You asked if I want ICE CREAM. Very weird. Who would want ice cream at a very cold and rainy afternoon? I did. Just to be with you.
But unfortunately, there was no ice cream. All was left was the FISHBALL VENDOR under the waiting shed. “Let’s dig in?” I guess I can take a few bite. All that matters to me is you, me and the raindrops that keep on falling on the waiting shed’s roof. I’ve always loved the sound of the rain on the roof. But I enjoyed it more when I’m with you. We finished eating and went home. It feels so good to feel your body warmth under the same umbrella. We walked and walked. Along the LONG AND WINDING ROAD we walked sweetly. Oh how I wish this would never end. How I wish that you were mine.
Days had passed and we continue to share sweet moments together. The laughters. The emoness. The pains. You’ve always been the sunshine to me. You’re my rainbow after the rain. But still you’re not mine. And you proved it when you told me the sentence I don’t want to hear.
“I love you…but as a friend.” My world crashed. I’m like a DOLPHIN that drowned. A HOUSEFLY that has been slapped. I felt dead inside. How can you do this to me? I thought what we had was special. I thought we had a special connection. Did we? Or am I the only one who felt it? “I’m so sorry…I just can’t love you.” It’s okay. I won’t cry. At least in a way, you made me feel that I’m special. Just remember, if you need me, I’m always here. I’m here broken but complete. Complete and ready to love you one more time.
You were this boy who catches the attention of everyone. You were listening to your MP3 while squeaking your SNEAKERS to and fro. I felt that there was no one else but you and me. You were like an ANGEL that set foot on earth just for my eyes to see. And that was the very moment I fell for you.
At first, I thought you were just a pretty face. But all of those changed when I first heard you play your GUITAR. The sound was so heavenly. I approached you and said “hi!” You just smiled at me. Stood up and went away. I sat there blankly with all the words I wanted to tell you. But I guess it wasn’t the right time for our hearts to meet.
It was a rainy afternoon and classes were cut. I went to my locker to get my UMBRELLA. You were there. You asked if I want ICE CREAM. Very weird. Who would want ice cream at a very cold and rainy afternoon? I did. Just to be with you.
But unfortunately, there was no ice cream. All was left was the FISHBALL VENDOR under the waiting shed. “Let’s dig in?” I guess I can take a few bite. All that matters to me is you, me and the raindrops that keep on falling on the waiting shed’s roof. I’ve always loved the sound of the rain on the roof. But I enjoyed it more when I’m with you. We finished eating and went home. It feels so good to feel your body warmth under the same umbrella. We walked and walked. Along the LONG AND WINDING ROAD we walked sweetly. Oh how I wish this would never end. How I wish that you were mine.
Days had passed and we continue to share sweet moments together. The laughters. The emoness. The pains. You’ve always been the sunshine to me. You’re my rainbow after the rain. But still you’re not mine. And you proved it when you told me the sentence I don’t want to hear.
“I love you…but as a friend.” My world crashed. I’m like a DOLPHIN that drowned. A HOUSEFLY that has been slapped. I felt dead inside. How can you do this to me? I thought what we had was special. I thought we had a special connection. Did we? Or am I the only one who felt it? “I’m so sorry…I just can’t love you.” It’s okay. I won’t cry. At least in a way, you made me feel that I’m special. Just remember, if you need me, I’m always here. I’m here broken but complete. Complete and ready to love you one more time.
Christmas Time?
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Kendrick Ryan G. Alvia
III-Roentgen
It was cold, it was damp, and it was fine.
Was I mistaken? It was afternoon, but it was cold. What it seemed to be a September afternoon, became my holiday. It was fun—while it lasted.
With six people inside the place, it was never felt alive ever before. There were chocolate chips, a cold atmosphere, and what seemed to be a season of giving.
My companions shared what they had. I enjoyed for an hour, it was the greatest joy to play and have fun in what seemed to be a holiday paradise. I played the computer—it was a game about how joyous penguins crossed the sea, just like how I crossed a subject with such joy and glee.
Yes, it was a weekday, and I was supposed to be in my room, studying. But I’m glad I wasn’t, for I might have never experienced that joy.
It was cold, it was damp, it was fine, no it was not Christmas Time, but it was what I called Clinic Time, the place of the best actors a school could have.
Was I mistaken? It was afternoon, but it was cold. What it seemed to be a September afternoon, became my holiday. It was fun—while it lasted.
With six people inside the place, it was never felt alive ever before. There were chocolate chips, a cold atmosphere, and what seemed to be a season of giving.
My companions shared what they had. I enjoyed for an hour, it was the greatest joy to play and have fun in what seemed to be a holiday paradise. I played the computer—it was a game about how joyous penguins crossed the sea, just like how I crossed a subject with such joy and glee.
Yes, it was a weekday, and I was supposed to be in my room, studying. But I’m glad I wasn’t, for I might have never experienced that joy.
It was cold, it was damp, it was fine, no it was not Christmas Time, but it was what I called Clinic Time, the place of the best actors a school could have.
Knights of the Rectangular Table
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Kathreene Joyce O. Dadero
III-Wilhelm Conrad Röentgen
The canteen is one of the most fun filled places in Makati Science High School. It is a place where students get the chance to chat and talk about anything and everything under the sun. The canteen is one of the places where it is most probable to have memorable and exciting experiences.
The school cafeteria has this ambiance that is best suitable for telling stories, secrets and other stuff. It may not be air-conditioned but it is ventilated enough for the “chit chatters”. What also adds to this said ambiance is the variety of food where you can choose something to eat while chatting.
It is in the canteen where the “Knights of the Rectangular Table” was founded. All of the meetings of the knights, where initiations are done, are held in the canteen. Who can resist talking for hours in a place like the canteen? One thing is for sure, the knight’s can’t. The only thing that can stop them is when the bell rings.
The canteen is a place where friendships grow, develop and blossom. The canteen is a place where relationships become deeper. The canteen is a place made not only to replenish a thirsty body but also for the thirsty soul.
The school cafeteria has this ambiance that is best suitable for telling stories, secrets and other stuff. It may not be air-conditioned but it is ventilated enough for the “chit chatters”. What also adds to this said ambiance is the variety of food where you can choose something to eat while chatting.
It is in the canteen where the “Knights of the Rectangular Table” was founded. All of the meetings of the knights, where initiations are done, are held in the canteen. Who can resist talking for hours in a place like the canteen? One thing is for sure, the knight’s can’t. The only thing that can stop them is when the bell rings.
The canteen is a place where friendships grow, develop and blossom. The canteen is a place where relationships become deeper. The canteen is a place made not only to replenish a thirsty body but also for the thirsty soul.
I Choose You
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Beren L. Bello
III-Wilhelm Conran Röentgen
Talking about memorable places in the campus, I think you can name some of them. It can be the past room of your former section. It can be a place where magic happened in your life. It can be a place where you can find your satisfactions in life. Or, it can be a simple, wooden seat with immovable wheels at the side where you and your friends can hang out.
The seat or the kalesa, where I and my friends usually hang out, is my memorable place in Makati Science.
It is called kalesa because it looks like a wooden carriage with no horse available. It has two massive wheels at both sides which are immovable. It can accommodate 3-4 persons to sit at the seat and another 3 at the footrest. It is located beside the pond. It is near the Osias gate and it is located near the Guidance Office and Principal’s Office.
It is strategically placed at the South-East corner of the grounds. From there, you could see the action happening at the grounds at all angles. You could see the people go to the canteen; you could see visitors entering the Osias gate. You can see Ma’am Gonzales at the stage, most importantly; you could see the live action happening on the grounds when it is Intrams. Quite a good advantage than staying in the room.
Kalesa had captured my heart when I was still a freshman. I and my friends spend the whole lunch time here. We had quality times talking to one another. When there is no teacher around, we wanted to go here to find the comfort we need. During the Intrams, we could cheer our hearts out here. During the dance night, we may find rest and relaxation at the kalesa. It had many memories we both share.
Even though it is not comfortable, it is not air-conditioned; it is located near the stinky pond. I still love it! Memories are still more important than my comfort. So, I choose you! Kalesa!
The seat or the kalesa, where I and my friends usually hang out, is my memorable place in Makati Science.
It is called kalesa because it looks like a wooden carriage with no horse available. It has two massive wheels at both sides which are immovable. It can accommodate 3-4 persons to sit at the seat and another 3 at the footrest. It is located beside the pond. It is near the Osias gate and it is located near the Guidance Office and Principal’s Office.
It is strategically placed at the South-East corner of the grounds. From there, you could see the action happening at the grounds at all angles. You could see the people go to the canteen; you could see visitors entering the Osias gate. You can see Ma’am Gonzales at the stage, most importantly; you could see the live action happening on the grounds when it is Intrams. Quite a good advantage than staying in the room.
Kalesa had captured my heart when I was still a freshman. I and my friends spend the whole lunch time here. We had quality times talking to one another. When there is no teacher around, we wanted to go here to find the comfort we need. During the Intrams, we could cheer our hearts out here. During the dance night, we may find rest and relaxation at the kalesa. It had many memories we both share.
Even though it is not comfortable, it is not air-conditioned; it is located near the stinky pond. I still love it! Memories are still more important than my comfort. So, I choose you! Kalesa!
To A New Paradise
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
Grace Ria L. Bernadas
III-Wilhelm Conrad Röentgen
Have you ever found a place that you could consider your sanctuary? A place where you find peace, where you feel at ease, a place where lots of memories were created. Well, I guess you have a lot in mind and it would hard for you to choose. But as for me, I have found one, a place… or rather, a seat; where I could call my second home… the “kalesa”.
Yes indeed, it is nothing like a house, it has no walls, but instead, has immovable wheels made of wood and steel. Well at least, it has a roof.
Even though it is called a kalesa, or carriage in English, I guess you still won’t be able to call it a carriage, for the fact that even though it has wheels, it does not move and well, it lacks one itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny factor… the oh-so-important horse! It is rather old and had already gone several repair trips. But it is still, the best seat in the whole campus. It gives you a marvelous view of the whole Makati Science High School and the beautiful garden. It makes you feel omniscient and all-seeing.
In royal countries and kingdoms, they consider the king’s throne the most important and valuable seat. In poor countries, but with optimistic people, they consider the toilet seat, the seat for the most important one, equal to the king’s throne. But as for me, that most important and valuable seat that only the omnipotent are allowed to be seated, holding a higher power than the king’s throne or the commoners’ latrines, is the kalesa… OUR kalesa. Why? Simple, because here, I, together with my friends, feel like no one and nothing else mattered, like we were the center of the universe.
In that tiny place, or rather, space, the four of us best friends, ‘THE ORIGZ’, shared tons of memories there. We shared stories that made us laugh, made us cry, made us angry and ever stories that made us look at each other in a suspicious kind of ways and made us question each other’s ‘innocence’. Yes, our DLSs… our Dirty Little Secrets.
Whenever we are in that place, we didn’t know when or how it started, but we are obliged to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; no holds barred, no secrets allowed. With this rule working our conversations ranged from school works, to love life, to family problems, to politics, to global disasters, to ‘perfect crime’ schemes, to religion and yes, to perverted, R-18 stuff that you wouldn’t want your mother to hear about. With all those kind of secrets revealed to each other, our bond grew stronger and our ‘love’ for the kalesa, deeper.
Now even though we already lack one member, no matter how busy we are and from different sections, we still manage to find the time to visit that place—the kalesa. The place we consider our ‘tambayan’, our home, our sanctuary, our… paradise.
Yes indeed, it is nothing like a house, it has no walls, but instead, has immovable wheels made of wood and steel. Well at least, it has a roof.
Even though it is called a kalesa, or carriage in English, I guess you still won’t be able to call it a carriage, for the fact that even though it has wheels, it does not move and well, it lacks one itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny factor… the oh-so-important horse! It is rather old and had already gone several repair trips. But it is still, the best seat in the whole campus. It gives you a marvelous view of the whole Makati Science High School and the beautiful garden. It makes you feel omniscient and all-seeing.
In royal countries and kingdoms, they consider the king’s throne the most important and valuable seat. In poor countries, but with optimistic people, they consider the toilet seat, the seat for the most important one, equal to the king’s throne. But as for me, that most important and valuable seat that only the omnipotent are allowed to be seated, holding a higher power than the king’s throne or the commoners’ latrines, is the kalesa… OUR kalesa. Why? Simple, because here, I, together with my friends, feel like no one and nothing else mattered, like we were the center of the universe.
In that tiny place, or rather, space, the four of us best friends, ‘THE ORIGZ’, shared tons of memories there. We shared stories that made us laugh, made us cry, made us angry and ever stories that made us look at each other in a suspicious kind of ways and made us question each other’s ‘innocence’. Yes, our DLSs… our Dirty Little Secrets.
Whenever we are in that place, we didn’t know when or how it started, but we are obliged to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth; no holds barred, no secrets allowed. With this rule working our conversations ranged from school works, to love life, to family problems, to politics, to global disasters, to ‘perfect crime’ schemes, to religion and yes, to perverted, R-18 stuff that you wouldn’t want your mother to hear about. With all those kind of secrets revealed to each other, our bond grew stronger and our ‘love’ for the kalesa, deeper.
Now even though we already lack one member, no matter how busy we are and from different sections, we still manage to find the time to visit that place—the kalesa. The place we consider our ‘tambayan’, our home, our sanctuary, our… paradise.
The Last Words
AN UNEDITED ARTICLE
VANESSA CANDIDO
III LAVOISIER
“Its unfair…Life has never been fair to me.” Those are the last words that he had spoken before he ended his life.
Mon is a good-looking guitarist in their town. After experiencing all the unfortunate things and events in this world, his life, attitude and way of life changed a lot. He serves as an inspiration and an angel to the eye of the town people before. But now, he always wants to be alone without the help of others. His life had been so miserable and his guitar had been his only foundation for all this time. So, let me tell you about his tragic life, I can say that it can be an inspiration to all of us.
Mon did not come from a huge and rich family. He is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Konching. His dad is a fish ball vendor while his mom sells umbrella on the mall. Unfortunately, his mom died while giving birth to him. He grew up without a mother and spent his life with his father. One day, as they were passing on a long and winding road they had a car accident because his eating ice cream while driving and did not concentrate on what his doing. His father died but fortunately he lived and was able to continue his life. But Mon, did not consider it a blessing from above he ruined his life and always do nothing. One day, he found out that his father has a pension, because of that he got some money to buy some stuffs. This money was also used to buy gadgets like mp3, new sneakers and a lot more. Because of this money he also got a girlfriend. But this girl was a money girl he only dates guys with money and when the girl found out that Mon doesn’t have money anymore, the girl immediately leave him.
It was December, the climate was so cold and everyone is in the mood except him. He remembered all the bad things that happened to him. He cried and broke his guitar. Because of his loneliness he drunk a lot of beer and a poison to end all the pain his suffering. One day, a housefly was found dead on his front door. The people in their town believed that if a dead animal was found on the front door of your house it means bad luck and even death so the owner of the house decided to look for him. When they entered, they found his dead body lying on the floor with a note saying,”Its unfair…Life has never been fair to me.”
So this is the end of his tragic life. This story tells everyone that we should take care of our lives and be thankful and consider our lives a blessing from God and if not, nothing good will happen to us and will just end up unhappy and alone.
Mon is a good-looking guitarist in their town. After experiencing all the unfortunate things and events in this world, his life, attitude and way of life changed a lot. He serves as an inspiration and an angel to the eye of the town people before. But now, he always wants to be alone without the help of others. His life had been so miserable and his guitar had been his only foundation for all this time. So, let me tell you about his tragic life, I can say that it can be an inspiration to all of us.
Mon did not come from a huge and rich family. He is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Konching. His dad is a fish ball vendor while his mom sells umbrella on the mall. Unfortunately, his mom died while giving birth to him. He grew up without a mother and spent his life with his father. One day, as they were passing on a long and winding road they had a car accident because his eating ice cream while driving and did not concentrate on what his doing. His father died but fortunately he lived and was able to continue his life. But Mon, did not consider it a blessing from above he ruined his life and always do nothing. One day, he found out that his father has a pension, because of that he got some money to buy some stuffs. This money was also used to buy gadgets like mp3, new sneakers and a lot more. Because of this money he also got a girlfriend. But this girl was a money girl he only dates guys with money and when the girl found out that Mon doesn’t have money anymore, the girl immediately leave him.
It was December, the climate was so cold and everyone is in the mood except him. He remembered all the bad things that happened to him. He cried and broke his guitar. Because of his loneliness he drunk a lot of beer and a poison to end all the pain his suffering. One day, a housefly was found dead on his front door. The people in their town believed that if a dead animal was found on the front door of your house it means bad luck and even death so the owner of the house decided to look for him. When they entered, they found his dead body lying on the floor with a note saying,”Its unfair…Life has never been fair to me.”
So this is the end of his tragic life. This story tells everyone that we should take care of our lives and be thankful and consider our lives a blessing from God and if not, nothing good will happen to us and will just end up unhappy and alone.
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