One Way to Kill Time

I Recalled

(The main cast of the Whispers of the Egyptian Sand)

After posting posts after posts, I felt bored. Yeah, really bored. I decided to continue reading Kafka on the Shore (a book I am currently reading), but I stopped. Again, I felt boredom. So, I began my search again for something to kill my time.

I came across something that I treasured for months. It is the video of our musical play, which was performed last January 21, 2007. The title of our play is Whispers of the Egyptian Sand. The class' best actors and actresses were chosen to act (if not, the play won't be a success). The play's setting is ancient Egypt (after Alexander the Great died).

I've watched this video for twenty-seven (27) times already, and I still don't find anything boring and ridiculous in watching it over and over again. I am really happy to remember those days when there are a lot of practices (which was for the good of the class itself, but was abhorred by many), class discussions, critics, researches, props making, and so on. Now, those things are just memories.

Entrance Exams

( Ana and Mae Fel are busy filling-up their UPCAT application forms)

It's almost the end of my high school years. The four school years I have spent here in ADZU high school have been a rollercoaster ride. I surely can't think of any reason to forget that I once stepped on high school grounds.

I just wanted to post something about my soon-to-be new journey, ika nga ng iba "bagong milestone" raw, and that is, college.

I just remembered those two foolish weeks when I called myself a sloth, deciding to forget about the UPCAT. I just did not want to fill-up the application form until the deadline is near.

Just like anybody else, I am just taking UPCAT for the sake of taking it. My mother wants me to take the UPCAT for the experience (and somehow, she wants me to be in UP because she is currently studying at UP). At first, I hated the sound of the php450.00 fee for taking the exam. It's such a waste, I thought, I could buy a new book with that amount! Hahaha.

The UPCAT is still sometime in August and I don't think I will pass. That's all.

Oh Coelho

I have nothing important to do today since it is just a boring Saturday. All I am doing is sit in front of the computer and browse the pictures I uploaded in my mother's computer. Then, suddenly, I came across the picture of my Coelho books which I acquired four months ago.

It so happened that I just fell for the charms of the covers of the books. I do not really admire Coelho that much, but I do admire his books a lot. Not in the photo are two books, A Warrior of the Light: A Manual (I have no idea where to get this) and my newly bought Like A Flowing River.

If you have spare time, at least read a Coelho book. The stories are just very easy to understand and they are all simple and realistic. One can relate to the stories. It talks too much about the importance of life, enlightenment and human behavior.

My favorite Coelho book is The Devil and Miss Prym. Don't ask why, just read.

My Life as a High School Student

My life in high school contains the best and the worst things I have experienced in my entire life.

Obviously, my life is already full of disappointments, distresses, downfalls, failure, and a plentiful faux pas. Even so, I think that my stay in high school is just too short --it just began yesterday, and boy, it will end tomorrow!

Seriously, I cannot really imagine that I am about to end my high school years. I am a senior student now and am about to graduate. For no barefaced reason, I believe that being in high school is not too pleasing for me. Not in the sense that if given the chance to step on high school floors again, I would not do it. But I mean it the other way around, that is, if given the chance to step on high school floors again, I would do it --partially.

I have had many experiences since 2004, that fated year when I stepped on the high school building in Ateneo (La Purisima). I experienced a weird mishmash of emotions. I did not know if I felt happy, anguished, optimistic, reserved, pessimistic and so on. It was a real rollercoaster ride for me. I was left with questions, doubts and even the will to just seize living my high school life. So, by then, I settled with the idea that I just do a routine, yes, a routine. If I did a routine, that would really help me. It was just a matter of picking up a piece of paper from my godforbidden messy bag, a pen and put into writing the schedules I had in mind. So much for planning, I must say, but it was one way of finding out who I really was. I was someone who decided to grow and learn --not everybody can stick to their schedules and eventually making them routines! By making a schedule, I learned how to be firm, decisive, and a better person. I can also say that I have achieved good grades during my first year. So much of the past, perhaps.

After my first fated year in high school followed a apocryphal yet significant event in my life. I never imagined that there will be resectionings! To be honest, I already loved my classmates during my first year in high school, but hey, it was time for a change, wasn't it? I cannot help, but accept the fact that we needed to be resectioned. There were many pros and cons during that time, and we were all trying to adjust on a new environment. By environment, I mean new classmates and another step towards reaching a diploma. The pros and cons I experienced were quite a number, but if I total them all, they would not even reach my age at that time --thirteen!

I would dare not to recount those pros and cons since they do not matter to me now anyway. Just like most teens my age say about their abhored experiences, "past is past".

The transferring of the high school campus in Tumaga-Lunzuran came when I was in third year. For all the years I have spent in my life in the Ateneo, I never thought that this plan of relocation would actually happen. That was way weird. There have been plans of relocation for both grade school and high school campuses since my brother was a kindergarten! It sure took time for the school itself to relocate, not to mention that it is only the high school that relocated. I am so grateful to Fr. Kreutz and his predecessors for making this possible. They all worked so hard just to achieve this. So, that. I can't add anymore.

For my fourth year, I do not really know what to say since I just began my senior year. It has been quite difficult adjusting to my new life now because I am entering school and going home without a father. Phew. That's so sad.

introduction to boredom

Just typing in front of a wi-fi connected computer in school is a young senior student by the name of April.

April, just like everyone else, is just ordinary --not a somebody, not just an anybody, but simply a nobody. She is typing her blog eagerly, hoping that some people will eventually stumble in her page. A wish so simple, yet so hard to achieve. In addition to that, April is not really a computer addict, but she does play a lot of video games which some might think about it as a contradiction. When she does not have her hands in her gaming consoles, you can just see her in one corner, reading a good book, or holding a pencil and a sketchbook

She loves the English subject so much and the computer subject too.

Like every other student, she is really into having fun, but not in the way that other students her age perceive it. To her, having fun is reading a good book --to others, it is just another boring activity like what the teachers give in school.

Sigh.

Too much.

Too much. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much of everything.

a dark chocolate

For some reason, I think of math as a dark chocolate without taste. It's questionable, isn't it? A dark chocolate without taste --how can you call it delicious?

Just a little while ago before I went to the computer laboratory, I sensed that even though how much I study, I still just can't get through the fires of mathematics.

I am starting to anticipate Trigonometry, but hey, it is not trying to be friendly with me. I felt terrible when the teacher called me, asking me if I am really April. Just read between the lines: he sensed that, perhaps (operative word perhaps), in the class, mine was the worst answer there is for that test.

Too humiliating.

Honestly, I love dark chocolate so much, and I think it's great. However, I treat math like a dark chocolate.

Why?

I think it's dark chocolate because like the real dark chocolate itself, not everyone appreciates it.

hrist, lenneth and silmeria

Have you ever wondered why the title of my blog is of hrist, lenneth and silmeria? Well, if you wondered why, I'll answer it now.

Hrist, Lenneth and Silmeria are the Norse mythology figures. They are what we call valkyries who govern destiny. They are warrior women who search worthy souls and corrupted souls to recruit to become Eihenjars who will fight along side the supreme god of Norse mythology, Odin.

Hrist, Lenneth and Silmeria respectively represent past, present and the future. Thus, the title of my blog can also be read as of past, present and future.

So, to cut it short: OF HRIST, LENNETH and SILMERIA can also be understood as OF PAST, PRESENT and FUTURE.