High School is such a blur! XD

1) Ano section mo nung 1st yr high ka?

I - makabayan

2) Eh nung 2nd yr?

II - mapagbigay

3) 3rd yr?

III - mapitagan

4) 4th yr?

IV - (someone remind me please, hahaha. eto yung classroom na malapit sa CR) unawa daw, mjen said. XP

5) Anong best year for u?

Senior, of course.

6) Marami ka bang friends nun?

mmm...i've just enough. ^___^

7) Saan kau kumakain kapag lunch?

depende kung sino kasama...under the mango tree, GS playground, gym...

8) Saan tumatambay after skul?

"Inuman sa Oasis" XD even after school, we stay sa rotonda upto 6 or 7 in the evening. paminsan tambay kanila nono or justine, para manood ng meteor garden. haaaaaahaaaaa

9) Lagi ka ba late pag morning?

yeaaa...you can usually see me running the gate halls.

10) Nasuspend ka na ba?

yea. *cough* and i was late on the day of my suspension.

11) Bakit?
cause i come to school with my mom. and time is "very relative" to my family

12) Have u ever danced on stage?

nooo....ill be flushed as a tomato if you ask me to do that.

13) Nanligaw ka ba noon? (for boys) May nanligaw ba sau nun (for girls)?

wala. (shame, shame XP)

14) Nagka bf/gf ka ba nung highschool?

nooope.

15) Sino all time crush mo nun?

hmmmm....he's from another batch. nakalimutan ko pangalan - raymond.

16) Would you go back sa HS?
probably.

17) Ano lagi mong binibili sa canteen?

meringue and the bacon and cheese sandwhich. those are my favorites from our canteen.

18) Overpricing ba ang canteen nyo?

nope.

19) Nakakita ka n ba ng multo sa skul?
naw. pero as irvinne said nga, buhay pa rin ang ala-ala ni Mary Cherry Chua. XP

20) Have you ever sang on stage pag may program?

:)) yeaa, but never alone. its the usual christmas carol competition held in school.

21) Fave subjects?

literature, geometry, physics and bio. :D

22) Bumagsak ka n ba?

nooo

23) Have you ever been sent out?
almost. =P

24) Malayo b ang HS bldg sa canteen?

malayo if you plan to sneak out. its impossible to buy food between classes.

25) Have you ever ran in the court?

YEA! course!

26) Varsity?

nope. you cant count on me on sports.

27) Do you miss your school?
not the school really, but the people there. = )

28) Sino pinaka-dakila sa batch niyo?

yea, siyempre si jarl nga!

29) Ano mga awards mo nun?

wala. loafer.

30) Mga advisers mo?

1st year: ms joy aglibar

2nd year: ms carbonell (O__o whoa, memories suddenly shoot up)

3rd year: cant remember. (what's with third year??? ms filipino teacher acdg to aileen, sinoo, sinoo) mrs. zaragoza!!!! (golly, ang sharp ng memory mo aileen!!!)

4th year: "madam babes" 

31) Naging officer ka ba?

haha, yeaa. class and club lang though.

32)May nakaaway ka ba nun?

yup. petty fights.

33) Anong role mo pag foundation day?

economy booster.

34) Pinaka close mo nun?

depends on the year. sila gail, anna z. effie and akemi nung first year, then there's also mjen, aileen and vera nung third year. hahaha! then there are the posero boys in fourth year. and then the ever constant "cadah diyes" hahaha

35) Pumasok ka ba sa CR ng opposite sex?

hahahahaha!!! yea. XD cause the guys were letting me read the vandals.


weeee.....got this from irvinne. try it out.

High School is such a blur - you'll lose memories but you'll keep the people with you. ;) awww

Then What Happens?

Everyday since she was 19, she wrote questions that popped into her mind on little pieces of paper. (sometimes, in little paper towels, purchase receipts, bus ride tickets, or whichever was available) After a time of doing this, she started bothering to buy post-it pads because she hated it when she has a question to ask but has got nowhere to write it onto. She usually bought 3 50-sheet post-it pads which she had to replenish in a week or so.



She asked all sorts of random questions. Some whose answers are too obvious, some are rhetorical, some pointless, some stupid. To her, all questions were valid.

"What did you have for breakfast?"

"What is another word for silence?"




She had her personal legend for asking questions. For the pointless and stupid questions, she wrote them in larger pieces of post-it's. She always thought that stupid questions are ironically easier to answer. She also knew that pointless questions usually interest more people.

For harder questions though, those she cannot answer herself, she usually wrote them in small tabs because she intended them to remain as questions.




The bulk of her questions were written during lunch and coffee breaks. She almost always spent them alone, that there's no one to trouble getting late for eating too slow. She also loved borrowing books from the public library. She writes questions that books have enticed her into writing, and leaves them unsuspectingly in between the pages.

She remembers leaving several in a book about butterflies.

"Why do all caterpillars look relatively alike and why do they turn out so differently when they become butterflies?"

"What are butterfly wings inclined to tell: what kind they are or how they became to be?"


"A caterpillar can live for two weeks to a month. A butterfly usually lives for a week or two," the book stated.

Even this trivial fact bothered her that she wrote:

"How come it seems self-defeating for a caterpillar to become a butterfly?"

In the latter page of the book though, her own question was answered by a question. Emphasized in a bright yellow box it said:

"Did you know that caterpillars cannot reproduce, only butterflies can?"

Somehow abashed of her apparent ignorance, she removed the post-it she previously stuck. Instead, the question evolved into another question. She replaced it with something that rather sounded sappy and melodramatic:

"Why does it often seem painful to persist?"

The librarian never cares to open the books when they have been returned, so the questions are usually left within them.

If anybody knew that she was doing this, it would be easy to know where she was, what book she read, and what she has been upto. She left them on coffee tables, chairs, windows, wash rooms, bus and train seats, and even in churches and chapels.




Already 25, she still keeps up at writing her questions on her post-its.  She always had a question to ask. Sometimes she wrote the same questions.

"What is more likely to save people: having someone to help them or knowing that they alone can save themselves?"

"What is more likely to save people: being assured that things will get better or being reminded that it's normal to hurt sometimes?"





On one of the first days of a winter morning, she dropped by her favorite diner:

"The usual please, pancakes with sausages and coffee," she said in a flat tone.

She looked out the window and watched the horizon hazed with fog and the streets lined with the last red leaves of autumn.

She started writing on another tab-sized (because the question is rhetorical) sheet:  

"Why do seasons change yet the days feel the same?"

And just before she could even stick it onto the window...

"You might need these," the diner's waitress said, holding on to a box containing very familiar little sheets of paper.

"Not really, you may throw them or keep them yourself." She said, not even surprised to see that her questions were saved.

"But these are your questions. Why do you keep on writing them when you don't even intend to get back with answers?", the lady asked although she sounded as if she were declaring.

And she looked out the window and followed with her eye, a leaf aimlessly fluttering as it fell. She finally broke the silence,

"Some take comfort in answers. I don't need the answers. Most of time, what I need is to be able to ask."