My Last Last Day in High School

I don't really know how I'm suppose to start this blog. But I guess a picture would be a nice way to do that. :)



My friend, Ryan, took this picture on March 11 (which was our last last day in high school) and at the end of this blog, you'll find out why this photo is important to me. :D

p.s.

DON'T SKIP TO THE END || READ THE WHOLE BLOG FIRST c(=


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LATE.




Yes, I was late. And I wasn't just late for any ordinary day, I was late for my last last day of high school. Obviously, this wasn't part of the plan. In fact, the plan was to be the first person to enter school --just like what I did on my last first day of high school. Unfortunately, I had slept late on the night before because I had to cram study review for my chinese exam. So I guess it was kind of a disappointment not to be the first person enter school. In fact now that I think of it, chances are, I was the LAST person to enter school. =_="


LAST LECTURES



But despite of being the probable LAST PERSON TO ENTER SCHOOL, I wasn't going to let that ruin my last last day of high school. I wasn't expecting any lessons that day, but I was expecting a lot of lectures --last lectures.

The first time I heard the term "The Last Lecture" was from my friend, Gio. He got the concept from a series of lectures in the United States where university professors were invited to speak to their students for one last time before they were to leave, either because of terminal disease or retirement. And the cool things about this lecture series was that no teacher would be talking about calculus, trigonometry, or theoretical physics. No. This lecture was to contain the last words of a teacher to his/her students. This lecture was about things that really mattered in life. And I guess as a fourth year student moving on to college, the last lecture is a nice way to wrap up the school year. I mean things like trig, grammar, law of diminishing marginal utility --these things are all important, but I know that they aren't the MOST important and I'm glad my teachers know that too. :D










THE FEEDING OF THE 5000 102

I guess one of the coolest things I got to do on my last day, was to participate in the feeing of the 5000 102. xD




Since I don't usually have my lunch at school, it was something I really looked forward to. The idea was to have our last lunch as seniors in Davao Christian together. It was a fun activity filled with bonding and a lot food. Unfortunately, it didn't last very long because after lunch were the chinese exams. And despite it being the chinese exams, no one really wanted to do bad on their last last day so it was STUDY, STUDY, STUDY. xD





THE BIRD

Oh yes, back to the bird. xD




Well, you see, not all of our teachers gave their last lecture on March 11. One did hers in advance because she had to leave on Thursday for Thailand. That teacher is Ma'am Jocy.




I've known ma'am Jocy since I was grade 5 and since then, I've grown to have learned from her a lot. She was the first person to teach me how to not speak gibberish and she was also the person who encouraged me to write more. She taught me how to write formally for theses and term papers and she also taught me how to write informally for essays. She introduced me to the Youngblood column in PDI as a way to share my writing with more people and throughout my four years in high school, she has been more than just a teacher to me, she was my mentor.

Two years ago, ma'am Jocy wrote an article for SunStar. I know that the batch she is wrote about here is not my batch, but nevertheless, the message she speaks is a message for all. I don't know how many seniors will be reading this, but I hope it touches you as much as it touched me. Here is her article:


View from the Faculty Office Window

By Jocy So- Yeung

IT IS a dreary day today. It's been drizzling since early this morning, and a chill has settled into our bones.
Today is the last day of classes and the weather seemed to mirror the slight sadness reflected on students' faces. For the seniors, it is time to close this chapter of their lives. High school will officially end on graduation day, but today will still be meaningful and important.

After days, weeks and months of complaining about the rules and regulations they have to follow, seat work they have to do, lectures they have to listen to, and quizzes they have to take, they will have to say goodbye to those familiar rituals of student life. As much as they claim to despise these activities, deep in their hearts they know high school would not be what it is if not for certain difficulties and hardships.

To capture the fleeting moments of their last day, many seniors are taking pictures on the stairs, inside the canteen, grabbing random teachers and students to pose with them. Others are circulating the undying slambook and asking for pictures, with dedication of course. Technology may have made sharing information and photos easier on the net, but on this last day, there is still something different about exchanging tangible items in order to remember all that the seniors can.
Today is their last school day. Today is last day that they will face this terror teacher or that boring instructor. Today is the last day that they will be able to sit inside their classroom and gossip about classmates. Today is the last day of what many of them will consider as the best years of their lives.

Other times its even students from other year levels looking depressed. Some are crying for friends who will be moving to another city, another country. Some are crying for teachers who will leave to pursue new dreams, new hopes.
A group of girls in long-sleeved sweaters walked past our office to their classroom. Their arms hung limply by their sides, chins tucked down, trying to hide their tear-stained faces. One of their friends just told them that she will fly to Japan immediately after the last exam day. She will continue their studies there. Other students stood against the wall, watching them quietly as they passed by.

It is a sad, dreary day today.

Still, sad as it is, the view from the faculty office window is also heartwarming and encouraging. One student told me she'd miss the corridors, the chairs, the white boards, the security guard checking their IDs, the canteen concessionaires, the boisterous grade one pupils running around the high school building during recess. As a teacher and alumna of this school, it is wonderful to see that the students have grown to love their time here, that for most, the school have become their second home, second family.

I hope their love for the school will strengthen them as they move on to college, so that no matter what new difficulties they encounter as they proceed to a new chapter in their lives, even if they feel rejected, undermined, inferior or out of place, they can take comfort knowing that there is an Alma Mater they can return to.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about the bird that kept rebuilding her nest on the corner of our building's ceiling. Last week, she returned and went about her usual construction activities. Our janitor has decided to leave the nest alone this time. The bird has been there for more than a week, and more and more students have noticed its presence.

If I can leave a message for the flow of sad students passing by our faculty office window this dreary day, it would be to look up at the bird and remember that no matter how many times others might try to shoo them away, this school will always be their home. No matter how many times they fly away, no matter how many journeys they undertake in life, no matter what happened, they can always come back here. Always.

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It's a sad fact to know that I'm eventually going to have to leave Davao Christian. I've talked to some people about college, and it just seems so different. I've been to Manila myself and I know that I'm going to have to make huge adjustments in my life. I know that troubles will come and I know that there will be times when I feel like there will no where else to turn. Nevertheless, it is a great comfort to know that Davao Christian cares and that every time I come back home to Davao, I'm always welcomed at school. ^^

Anyway, I'm already behind schedule (see note) and I still have to prepare for Senior's Night tonight. So I guess this is all for now. Until next time! ^^


*BOW*



Current mode: Internalising my senior days..

note: THIS IS A LATE POST. I already finished writing this weeks ago but I think I saved it as a draft and forgot to publish it. My bad. v(//_^)v

Winning

WARNING: Now, that I'm finally done. I just realised that this is a long blog.. o.O

This is the story of how I won my first competition. Some of you reading this might think I'm lying, but believe me, this is actually the first time I've won first place. I was kinda hesitant about posting this, but I guess in the end, I've always got to go with my heart. So, here it goes. :)

Last last friday, my friends and I joined a robotics competition sponsored by Fischer Technik.




Our school has a robotics programme but we use NXT and not Fischer, so we had to sort of "adjust" ourselves for the contest.

Actually, NXT has a competition of its own, the World Robot Olympiad. But since our school bought our kits directly from the US and didn't buy from the Philippine supplier of NXT (because it was 3 times more expensive xD), we weren't informed about the WRO. :|




It kinda stinks that I wasn't able to join the WRO last year, but at least now our school knows about it and hopefully, we'll be able to send in some students to join this year's competition. :)



Now, to the competition blog proper! :D


GENERAL IDEA OF THE CONTEST:

Our competition was divided into two stages -the construction stage and the testing stage. The construction stage would be done in AdDu (Ateneo de Davao University) while the testing stage would be done in SM. The contest was suppose to start 8 AM sharp, but we arrived at 8:20 AM with a reason that you will know later. xD

We were actually expecting a scolding, possible disqualification, or a time disadvantage. But when we got there, it turns out that everyone else was late too! In fact, the competition didn't start until 9 AM! :)) :D

Oh yes, the reason why we were late. xDD

Well, you see, all robots have something that we call a CPU. This is the robot's brain and in order for your robot to function, you need to be able to programme the CPU properly with your computer.

Most robotic programmes are usually updated so that it can be compatible with Windows 7 or Mac OS X, unfortunately, Fischer Technik is only compatible with Windows XP.




This left us with a big problem --we didn't know anyone who was still using Windows XP! Fortunately, our coach did and after a lot finding and asking, we finally got two XP laptops and rushed to the competition site.


INSTRUCTIONS:

Build a robot and programme it to follow the black line --wherever it may go. Time limit: Finish before 12 noon.

The competition instructions seemed rather simple, but believe me, what we did for the next 5 hours was not even close to simple!


TIME STARTS NOW:




The moment the competition began, the first thing we got done was our inventory. Some of the people consider this as a waste of time, but it was important for us not to lose any of the parts because the kits were only borrowed. We predicted that when the contest would end, we would have to do a closing inventory and if the kits weren't complete, we would have to pay a fee for the missing parts. If we started with an incomplete kit, we could inform the person-in-charge and thus, our inventory requirements would change depending on the materials in our kit.

After confirming that all our materials were complete, we divided our group of 5 into 3: the engineers, the programmer and the IB or In-Between and began our 5-hour work.

The programmers were responsible for creating the programme for the robot to function.

While, the engineers were responsible for building the robot.

The IB was in-charge of coordinating the two --making sure that the robot was designed correctly to fit in the sensors for the programme and double checking the programme of the robot.

Oh yes, I'm the IB. XD


TIME CHECK: TWO HOURS LEFT

One hour in to the competition and we were done with our programme, back-up programme, and the back-up of our back-up programme.

The "car" wasn't done so I asked one programmer to help in the construction and the other programmer to come up with another alternative programme.

Here's a picture of our "robot" at 10 AM.

PROBLEMO NUMERO UNO

Things were going well until 11 o'clock. We were finish with our robot and we had an hour to test it and make adjustments.



To be honest, our group felt really confident because we already made a line follower with the NXT programme last September. In a way, you could say that there was this pride in us that we were sure that we were going to grab this thing.

Unfortunately, pride got the better of us.

After our initial testings, we found out that none of our four programmes worked. We tested, adjusted, tested again, but nothing.

It was 5 minutes to 12 and one school seemed to be happy with their work and began packing for SM. The proctor checks up on all the other schools and decides to extend the deadline to 12:30 PM because I think that he thinks that it wouldn't be cool if only one robot worked. xDD

Anyway, the point was that we got a 30-minute extension.

30 minutes in the classroom might seem long, but 30 minutes to configure a robot? I don't think so.

We came up with two more programmes but to no avail. It still didn't work.

By this time, the team was already fed up with not only each other but with themselves as well.

"Why can't the robot work!," we asked each other.


THE SOLUTION

12:25 and nothing. Our robot still wouldn't follow the line. By now, the team had already gone past the anger. I remember one of my teammates saying, "Well, we did out best. And the best is nothing short but the best. I'm still proud of what we did."

We had no choice but to enter a robot that wasn't working, but nevertheless, we were proud of it. :)

12:30 PM and the proctor has another look at all the robots. The one school that finished early? Well, you could say that a lot happens in 30 minutes. :D

After a talk with some coordinators, the proctor extends the deadline to 1:00 PM

We had another 30 minutes to configure. We tried all we could but like what happened earlier, it just wouldn't work. We were disappointed...

12:45 PM

By now, our minds were cooled from all the pressure and with 15 minutes left and one of my groupmates thinks he sees the problem. It turns out that we used the Yellow sensor (which sees brightness) instead of the Black sensor (which sees colours).

Our programme was right, but the sensor was wrong! We still had 15 minutes to make the change but we knew it was going to be close to impossible.

1:00 PM

Time was up and we weren't done. The proctor has another round of look and declares that the deadline is moved. We could still make adjustments but condition was that we'd have to be at SM at 2:00 PM sharp and this time, we couldn't and weren't going to be late.

LAST MINUTE CHECK-UP

We fixed our robot on the way and we were really just hoping that it would turn out okay. We got to SM before 2 so we bought some electrical tape to give our robot a test run and guess what..

It worked..

We couldn't believe it.. o.O

Our robot finally worked.. \(^o^)/

We were overjoyed and ran like idiots (at SM. Yes, we ran like idiots at SM. xDD). Our robot finally worked!! Our 5-hours of labour had finally paid-off!! Our robot was alive and working!! Waahoo!! xDD

One of my groupmates wanted to make more adjustments but I made it clear that no one could touch ROBOTICON (Yes, we named it Roboticon :D) or give it another test run. We had been using its battery for close to 3 hours and I didn't want our efforts to die out because the battery died.

All we could do now was wait..

Here's Roboticon's final design

|| Fast forward to 5:00 PM ||


COMPETITION TIME




Before the testing formally began, we actually took a picture with Roboticon and the smile on our faces should be enough to tell you that we were proud of our work. :)

From here on out, we decided that whether we would win or lose, we were going to be proud of the moment that our robot actually worked. Not many kids have the chance of touching a robot, much more making one, but at that moment, we actually had the chance to make a working robot.


The result?


Well, the result isn't important. :)


What was more important was the lesson I learned that day. :D


I haven't been given a lot of chances to compete but when I do, I always remember to give my all.

I remember watching MasterChef one day and I recall that that episode featured a double elimination (meaning two people would get eliminated instead of the usual one). A contestant was asked by one of the cameramen about how he felt with the twist and I like his reply.

"Oh the double elimination? It doesn't matter. Every time I cook, I always cook with my all. Single elimination, double elimination, it doesn't matter. When I cook I always give a 110% --competition or not."

His answer struck me a lot and I've never forgot about it. This man (even if he didn't win MasterChef) had definitely won my admiration and respect.

People who are truly successful in life don't always have the best skill or talent, but they do have the biggest heart. I remember a quote I read from Francis Kong which goes,

"In life, there will always be winners and losers. What differentiates the two is their attitude towards the game."

Not everyone can go home with a prize, but everyone can always go home a winner. :)

It didn't matter if my team ended up with a trophy or not, they are and will always be winners by heart. I don't care if their best wouldn't good enough for the judges because that day, I saw my friends play a different game -a game played and won by hearts.

Man measures success by putting the tape measure around the head, but God measures success by placing the tape measure around the heart. :)

And since everyone is insisting on the results..

We won. ^_^

But even without the trophy and the certificate, we'd still be winners anyway. xDD

So after roughly 3 hours of typing, editing and more editing, I guess this isn't my first win after all. Hehehe. :)

And now that I think about, it looks like I learn more when I blog. xDD

Anyway, I don't know exactly how I'm going to end this story, but I guess a good way to do that is to go back to how I started. :)

So...

This is the story of how I won my first another competition. Some of you reading this might think that I'm lying, but believe me, this is actually the first time I've won first place disagree with my concept of winning, but for now, I'll stand by with what I believe in. I hope that you guys would learn from this story and even if I was kinda hesitant about posting this, I guess in the end, I've always got to go with my heart..

.. and I'm happy I did. :)

You don't need a trophy to be winner. You just need heart. :)

Anyway, it's getting late and I still have to study for my p6 (physics) and economics exam tomorrow.

So, I guess this is all for now. ^^


*BOW*



Current mode: Dear diary.. writing my last last day of high school

Cheating

Last last Wednesday (on the night of my sister's recital), I received a letter from La Salle's College Of Engineering (Yes, I'm taking up engineering at DLSU :D).

There wasn't much in it, just an invitation to go to La Salle for a basic preview of my course. I asked my guidance counselor and director if I should go and both of them said that unless DLSU is going to pay for the trip, there is no need. So since, La Salle isn't paying for the trip, I guess I'm going to have to wait for the general orientation to get a better idea of my career. :D



Oh yes, about the title. Well, you see, I was at Facebook when I came across this:




I guess whoever made this picture does have a lot of point. Looks like cheating isn't going to be a good option in the engineering department. So while I'm in La Salle, I guess my motto should be QUIT OR LEARN THE MATERIAL. xDD


Anyway, it's been a week since my last blog post, so I guess I should start where I left off. :D


THE PMC RECITAL

It wasn't a perfect performance, but I'm glad it's over. There's really not much to say here, so I guess a picture should do. :)

TO GOD BE THE GLORY \(^o^)/

SIR BOC

Yesterday, the 3rd and 4th year students were given the opportunity to listen to Ptr. Mark and Ma'am Jocy's mentor and teacher, Sir Andy Uyboco, or better known as Sir Boc.

He said a lot of things in his two-hour lecture, but I guess the one big lesson that I learned was to treat people the way people are suppose to be treated.

I remember him telling us that "People aren't dead pieces of scripture that remain the same even after hundreds or thousands of years. People are human beings. They can and are capable of change -whether you like it or not."

And as much as I hate to admit it, Sir Boc was right.

We often do treat people as dead scripture incapable of changing. There are people in this world that we do not like and for some reason we want them to remain that way so that we can continue hating them.

If Juan, a corrupt politician, says that he has "changed," most of us would probably dismiss his claim telling him, "No. You have not changed. Corrupt ka parin! You will always be corrupt!"

Inside of us, we refuse to at least entertain the idea of Juan being a good guy -the idea that Juan could have possibly changed. Once he was caught doing something bad, we immediately deem him as a dead scripture BAD & EVIL incapable of change. But Juan isn't dead scripture that remains the same. Juan is a person. And like you and me, he is a person capable of change. He could be lying but he also could be telling the truth. Treating him as a person meant giving each side a fair chance. If he really did or did not change, it will show. That's Juan's responsibility, not yours. Your responsibility is to treat him with love just like how you're suppose to treat every other human being on earth.

People aren't dead pieces of scripture that remain the same even after hundreds or thousands of years. People are human beings. They can and are capable of change -whether you like it or not.

THE GRACE CARD

Oh yes, last Thursday, I came across this movie in Plugged In Online entitled THE GRACE CARD. The title kinda caught my attention so I thought I'd have a look at it. Turns out, it's a Christian movie by a church in Memphis, USA. I checked out the trailer and it seemed like a nice movie.

The story basically revolves around what the movie calls a "grace card."

Back in the days of slavery in the United States, a generous master sets all his servants free and one of them is an 8-year-old boy named Wendell P. Wright. Before leaving though, Wendell wrights rights writes on a piece of parchment the words, "I promise to pray for you every day, ask for your forgiveness, grant you the same, and be your friend always," and hands it over to his now former master to thank him for his grace.

It is now this card that comes into the lives of our two main cops, Mac McDonald and Sam Wright (Yes. Wendell Wright is his ancestor :D).

Mac is racist, hot-tempered and critical of pretty much everyone around him—even his wife, Sara, and son, Blake. This is because of the death of his other son, Tyler, 17 years ago and since then, his life has just been full of anger and dismay.

Enter Sam Wright, an African-American cop who feels his true calling is to be a pastor -that, however, doesn't pay the bills, though, as he and his wife, Debra, struggle to keep their tiny church afloat. Thus, Sam has to sit in a patrol car all day with Mac, struggling to love the man. Mac refuses to cooperate. And if Pastor Sam can't love his enemies, maybe he's not cut out for the clergy after all.

How will the grace card help?

--I have absolutely no idea. xDD

I guess, I'll have to watch to movie to find out. I don't know if THE GRACE CARD will be showing here in the Philippines, but it's something I definitely look forward to watching. :D


Here's a trailer just in case any of you here are interested. :)




BAD THURSDAY MORNING

Today, I woke up LATE. I didn't intend it to be that way, but my clock broke. When I woke up this morning and saw that the time was still 3:50 AM, the first thing that came into my mind was, "Yes! Early pa! Back to sleep." And I did continue to sleep until I heard to school bell at 7:15. I turned to my clock and to my surprise, 3:50 parin! The clock was broken and I was LATE. Not just late for class -late for CSAT! x.x

Good thing the proctor didn't come in until 8:20. *phew* I don't know how strict CSAT is but missing it was definitely not going to be a good thing.


Anyway, it's getting late and I have to rest because I have this robotics competition tomorrow. We had a trial run today, but the programme was a bit complex so unless my brain is in top condition, I don't think I'll be able to do well.

So, I guess this is all for now. Until next time! ^^


*BOW*


Current mode: Sleeping (-.-) zZzZzZzZ

A Proud Brother

Today, I am a very proud brother.



My sister has always been talented in the field of music -much more talented than me. And it just amazes me how she can learn to play new instruments so easily! She actually started out playing the piano at 9, but when music was added to her list of subjects this year, she immediately said that she wanted to learn guitar.

As a musician, I know that learning two instruments at the same time would be a difficult task and I advised her to just take up the piano course so that she could improve piano and make her life easier. She wouldn't have to suffer the days of learning two instruments at once. Nevertheless, like all little sisters, she wouldn't listen me and went own with her own decision -she was going to learn how to play the guitar and she was determined to do it.

Although I initially didn't agree with her decision, I had to respect it. That means that every time she'd ask me to teach or help her with the guitar, I would have to -at first, because my father forced me, but later on, because I personally wanted to.

This was because I realised that the time we spent together wasn't just pure music class, it was a bonding time for us. Our lessons, every now and then, actually became something I looked forward to. And each time I teach, she listens and learns. Even if I had to sacrifice some study and leisure time just to teach her, I did not and will never regret it.

I wasn't able to see my sister perform because today's schedule was a wreck, but I did get the chance to see her practise at home with sheer determination that she was going to do this -and that alone makes a very proud brother. I don't know what kind of future my sister will have, but with that kind of determination, I do hope and pray that she gets herself into a good one.

I'll be leaving for Manila soon and I don't have much time to spend with my sister so I do want to make the most of my time left.

Tomorrow, it will be my turn to play the guitar for my recital, and I hope that as I play, it would make her a proud sister too.

The song I chose was Disney's "You've Got A Friend In Me." And if my sister will be going, I do hope that she would realise that I picked that song for her. If there is one thing that I would want her to know, it is that she would always have a friend me. Through the ups and the downs, the happy and the sad, and the victory and defeat, I want her to know what I will always be her friend and her brother and that no matter what, I would never leaver her behind -never. :)

Anyway, it's getting late and I still have class tomorrow. So it looks like this is all for now. Until next time! ^^



*BOW*


Current mode: PRACTISE FOR MUSIC RECITAL!!!

Davao Farms

Pic of the day:

Today's pic was taken the moment Moses entered class this morning carrying a big box of chocolate certificates. Yes, a BOX of certificates.

It turns out that there's this YMCA competition that requires its contestants to compile all their achievements and certificates throughout their high school life. It's kinda like MOHSG (Most Outstanding High School Graduate) except that this competition has more to do with compiling than speaking.

I don't know much about the other contestants, but I'm quite sure that no one else is going to come up with a BOX of chocolate certificates and awards like Moses. I just wonder how he's going to turn the box into a book for the competition. xD

Anyway, I know that Moses can win this thing. Just keep your head in the game and remember to do it for God, bro! :D



Now, on to the real blog. xD



Today, my class and I went to Davao Farms for our Entrep Field Trip. :D

For our tour, we had a guide named Kuya John Mark (the GUY in blue). And it's just a weird coincidence because I also have a classmate named John Mark. xD

Anyway, Davao Farms is one of the biggest farms in Davao and throughout our tour we saw a mix of awesome and not-so-awesome stuff.


Here are some of the AWESOME:

THE EGG SUCKER

The Egg Sucker is something developed by the owners of Davao Farm to improve the operations in the plant. It was made to suck and hold all 36 eggs in a tray in order to transfer them faster to the conveyer belt for sorting.

EGG PICKING

This actually reminds me of the Strawberry picking experience I had in Baguio, it's just that this time, we're picking eggs. :D

And to make sure that no one misses out on the fun, Ma'am Jocy, the teacher responsible for CANCELING OUR CLASSES bringing us to Davao Farms, told us all to pick at least 36 eggs before we were allowed to leave the pen. :D

FUN FACT: Kuya John Mark said that Davao Farms has about 1 million chickens and produces about 400,000 eggs a day. o.O

But despite of the cool stuff in Davao Farms, there were still some things that we wish we could "unsee"..

DEAD CHICKENS

FLIES... LOTS OF FLIES

Yes. Those "dots" are flies.

CRYING CHICKEN

The eggs we were picking aren't fertilised because Davao Farms uses feeds to make their chicken lay eggs so that means that the eggs will never become chicks and are only suitable for the market. But nevertheless, it's still kinda painful to see animals crammed up in cages. These chickens were born to eat and lay eggs. That's it. And when I think about what Kuya John Mark said, having 400,000 eggs per day means that if I were a chicken, I'd have to lay at least one egg every two days. I don't know much about animal cruelty, but I do hope the facilities in the farm improve for the sake of the chickens. The dead chickens in the cart were already horrifying enough, I don't ever want that cart to turn into a warehouse of dead chicken..

On the way out of Davao Farms, I saw some new equipment coming in, hopefully for the chickens. Maybe in the next few months, a better home can be created for them. :)

Anyway, dad is home and it looks like he brought pizza! I guess this is all for now. Until next time! ^^

*BOW*

Current mode: HAPPY!!! ^^

And here's a picture taken at Davao Farms to prove just that. :D

Since it was raining, everyone with an umbrella had to take a passenger with them. My passenger was Natz. And the smile on our faces is enough to tell you that the deadline of our papers was moved to MONDAY!!! woO!!! XDD

I'm back!!

And it's good to be back! ^^

After 400 2 years of silence, I can't believe that I'm finally blogging again.


I don't really know where to begin, but I guess I should just start by telling today's story.

Not much has really happened except for two major things.


ONE. I failed my math quiz. T_T

I understood the lesson, it's just that I was careless. *sigh*

I guess this is what happens when you get 6 hours of sleep everyday. Oh well, until the next quiz.

TWO. We watched Tangled during Chinese time.

Yep, you heard it right. WE WATCHED TANGLED DURING CHINESE TIME. xD

And I have my classmates to thank for convincing our teacher that we couldn't have a proper lecture if half of the class was missing. (Half of the batch went to Davao Farms today. I'm with the other half leaving tomorrow. So yes, expect another blog. ^^)

I guess when I reflect about today, I have a lot of things to be thankful for. Even if I failed my math quiz, the one thing that really made my day was the movie. And now that I think about it, this was the one thing I really missed about blogging --it's amazing ability to make someone forget about all his/her problems and to help make them see the beautiful things in life instead. ^^

Oh yes! Before I forget. I entitled this blog 52 Weeks in Film because I didn't really have a choice. I wanted to name it 52 Weeks in Pictures but it looks like somebody already took that name, so Blogger suggested "52 Weeks in Film" instead. I didn't really like that idea at first, but I guess I'll learn to love it. :)

Anyway, it's getting a bit late and I still have 2 papers and 2 reports to finish, so I guess I'll have to stop where I am now. Until next time! ^^

*BOW*

Current Mode: WORK!!! WORK!!! WORK!!!