IRRELEVANCE

Gorgeous Raindrops

The skies were pale,

It had no life at all

And it was attributed to my life

That seemed like a blank canvas

The clouds were getting darker

Darker than my own complexion

They were thoroughly compressed

That the blue skies vanished

The town people were wandering around

Knowing that their day would be rainy

Up came the umbrellas and wore raincoats

Colors had conquered the gloomy city

And rain did poured down

As it dramatically hit the Earth

Every people cracked up

And went to their home sweet

And all of a sudden, ripples kept falling

The pleasant sound of the little raindrops

Brought gladness to my misery

As ironic as it seems

Until the sun came flirting

By the happy clouds fooling around

Directly came the sunlight down to the raindrops

A tribe of colors up in the sky

The Hardest Try

All my life I’ve been a number apprentice

The Roman Numerals were my comrades

Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication, Division

Were my magical potions of wizardry

I never took such subject so seriously

And this particular one totally rocked up

Study for it, I get flying colors of honor

Regardless of the schedule, I can easily cope up

But despite if every glorious moment,

I eventually fell and broke my head

I were in serious condition

When I’ve moved to this place

But I’ve ignored my ironic tranquility

I’ve tried to be my own apprentice again,

I wanted to bring my lost honor

The variables had been regardless of me

I was right, the numbers don’t love me now

Algebra did remained unfaithful to their owner

Polynomials had backstabbed their loyal lover

Geometry, was my last recourse, too bad it scratched me

But I’ve never lose my last bits of hope

I gave my hardest for them to love me back

I sinked myself to every Mathematical book

Yet Mathematics hated me so much, unlike before

Now they were in good hands with someone a lot better than me

I’ll reminisce our good vibes ignoring his grave fouls

I’ll forever hope that  numbers will look back to me again

But no, before everything, I’ll give my hardest try

Pertinacious

Things, no matter how tiny they are

Are all precious in their own way

Love, regardless of their stout desire

Is burden hanging on my way

Every first time is very special

Oh so meaningful about it

But is first love that essential?

Thus I don’t know, to admit.

Yet I’m aware of my heart beating,

Everything acted on charade

I don’t even caare about loving,

Heart ache may drag me to first aid

But I knew it was hanging in there

And I ignored it once again

I knew it was concealed somewhere

Tortured, I gave in, and what then?

I became a bit pertinacious,

Being stubbornly persistent

I never went to be ambitious,

Love kept being my Heaven scent

Until a hige crevasse hit my heart

Like an envoy told me all truth

Knowing our limits may be a part

But it’s late to dwell in our pure truth

The Final Chance

When we were given the chance to correct our misadventures, we all respond to these “chances” in a random manner, which commonly depends on our personalities. Whether you’re the happy-go-lucky type who tends to leave these chances as a word breathed in the air by somebody or the very persevering individual who is willing to make the most out of every rare opportunity, we all know that these chances can make enormous changes on us and make us better persons in the end. 

Now the first three quarters had ended, we all had mixed emotions on our academic performances and no one remained “poker face” with our bestowed card grades. Few people had felt satisfication with their academic standing and yes, we can refer these people to the top achievers of every class, particularly students who topped on the first sections of each year level. Lucky are they for maintaining such position and never experienced long sermons from their parents. They are fortunate enough to be able to cope up with studying complications. 

But of course, these people have their opposite counterpart. There will be always people who lacks understanding with their studies and feel hopeless for their failures. They may be the who became involved on an unsuccessful performance task or the ones who has their own set of mistakes for obtaining low grades. And teachers do believe that they are not responsible for giving their students those kinds of grades, they only do the calculations and decide on the recitation grade, which only covers 10% of our card grades.

Whatever we feel for our grades, we always have this precious little word called “chance” and granting this predicament, we have our “final chance,” the fourth and last quarter of our school year. Well, it is definitely okay to look back and feel bad about how we had wasted the three quarters but, we must always keep in mind that UST High still gave us another chance to succeed and prove ourselves, and that must be our very main objective for this quarter. We must learn from our mistakes and change our ways not only for excellent marks but to keep our families proud of our achievements.

On the Shoes of an Only Child

Whenever I was asked to write a personal essay similar to this, I can’t help but feel bewildered about the things I ought to write about. Yes, in significance to my blog’s title, “IRRELEVANCE,” to jot down my words would be so irrelevant to combine together in one literary output.

As the only child (or the only “spoiled brat” rather), I can, somehow, admit that life is a lot easier with no brother or sister for I can easily study with no one making noise, listen to One Direction’s Take Me Home album twelve tiimes in a row with no one opposing me, conquer my room alone and serve it alone as my haven, log into Facebook without pressing backspace a lot of times just to enter my e-mail address, compose a new song in the piano without feeling embarrassed and a lot more. Typical things as these can simply matter to me and as an avid fan of writing, blogging those can definitely make my day (and later on see a lot of fellow bloggers liking my blog entries).

But like all ruined destinies, everything has a misfit part and I felt the same way as the only child. As I got older, I had noticed that my life could have been so much better if I had an older brother or a sister. Finding the most appropriate reason to support my conclusion may be a lot tricky but there are times in where I feel jealous when my friends start to have conversations and begin talking about their older siblings. I really felt the ugly thought of being out-of-place that I can’t avoid but feel incomplete whenever I’m alone in my room, realizing that it would be a lot reasonable to play Table Tennis with a “real person” than to be moving the Table to the extreme left of my room and play pingpong with the wall. Also, I would have a lot of tips from my older siblings when it comes to Performance Tasks and how to deal with teachers, ask for their opinion when I practice my music recitals, learn a lot of things regarding random stuffs, and a lot more. I know people with siblings may find my predicament commonly a fiction but I won’t care at all. I’m having my own convictions in here.

Because of this predicament, I managed to open up these feelings of misfit to my mother and to my surprise, she only laughed and told me that if I had an older sinling, the greater the chance I had become dependent myself. At first, I did not understood what she meant in the first place yet I figured out her words as days passed by.

If I had an older sibling, we may have fought everyday over the simplest details (like what my friends say). Also, if I had them in my life, my parents’ atttention for me would have the strong capacity to be divided into two (or a lot worse, if I had A LOT OF SIBLINGS..), we may have unnecessary arguments for nothing, and the most depressing part, I may not be who I am right now and maybe I couldn’t be the person who loves sports like Table Tennis and Taekwondo, plays the guittar, piano, flute, cello, and the harp, the type who dances whenever I’m extremely happy, who have the sudden itch to sketch a portrait when bored, and, who knows, maybe I’ll hate Mathematics like regular people do. Now I knew what my mother meant about being dependent— I could not have been this person who can stand for herself alone (and that’s a fact).

So this leads to the end of this essay, although I still b elieve that there are some great advantages when I have an older sibling. But now, I understand why God gave me the chance to enjoy life with matured people  and what if I was given a younger sibling? That would be another essay to write— irrelevant perhaps?

High School Week 2013 (Days 1 & 2)

From the very first time I ever heard of an event named “High School Week,” I knew it was going to be so exciting and, somehow, in favor of the interests of various students. Well, I was right. It was too good to be true.

The first day was partially awkward, having those pressuring tasks to do in a matter of 15 minutes. That would be fine then but, my classmates disrespected the mechanics of each task: they lacked teamwork. They were too brave to alter such rule (and that resulted to our awful outputs..) that they finally realized the necessity for many hands when we were losing.   Good that our Mr. and Ms. Portion had a great detail on fashion (I guess). Well, those are what happened on the first day, morning and specifying the deeds that occurred within that afternoon won’t be too exciting at all for we watched two movies along with some other gals from the section of Saint Anne.

As for the second day, it wasn’t boring compared to the first day. We had a lot of fun (and pressure) in cooperating for the T-Shirt Statement making Contest and I was thankful that I had very cooperative groupmates. Speaking about our work, the statement did clicked: YOLO as a Thomasian and regarding the T-Shirt design? Never mind. It wasn’t the real deal anyway. And oh, the Best of USTHS did reminded me a lot of my talents and how I was wasteful of them in the first place.. The booths (especially that JAIL BOOTH) was especially fun when my friends started acting out on the Crime Scene. That was hilarious! I’ll never forget that. As for the Poster Making, my partner and I did not finished the poster yet we knew it was worth it. And what I liked the most? The sudden visit of Jessica Sanchez on UST! We had the chance to see what she really looks like and witness her very awesome voice. She was brilliant. :)

What’s up for the next days? :)