catweng,
Pero kahit hindi namin masabi lahat, sana’y makatulong pa rin ang mga ito.
Ano ang advice mo sa mga susunod na Media Center staff?
Kulang ang isang post para maihabilin sa inyo ang mga bagay na aming natutunan na dapat ninyong matandaan kung sakaling pipiliin niyo ang Media Center (MC) bilang work program.Pero kahit hindi namin masabi lahat, sana’y makatulong pa rin ang mga ito.
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manuel,
Dear BFF,
Hi girl! Salamat sa pagsulat.
Amazing ka. Oo na sige na, tama na ang hinala mo. Gusto ko nga si Manuel. :) Nakakalungkot nga at huli na ang lahat, hindi na ako umabot at nagkaroon ng chance para sabihin pa sa kanya yung totoong feelings ko para sa kanya.
Ewan ko ba sa sarili ko kung bakit ko pa siya tinanggihan, ewan ko ba kung bakit masyado akong takot sa mga bagay-bagay. Sayang noh? Alam ko naming maraming nagkakagusto kay Manuel at highblood na highblood na sa akin dahil napakahaba naman talaga ng hair ko.
Alam mo, hindi mo kailangan mag madali. Nandyan lang rin yan si Manuel mo sa tabi tabi. Malay nalang natin kung kalian siya dadating. Kailangan mo lang maghintay, ngunit wag mo naman sasayangin ang oras mo kakahintay kay prince charming mo. Mag focus ka nalang muna, dadating rin ang tamang tao para sa’yo sa tamang oras. :)
Dear P6,
Dear #MaLie
Natty!
Girl, nahahalata ko na may crush ka kay Manuel. Sige na, aminin mo na! Paalis na nga at di pa aabot ng Gradball. Ngayon na ang chance mo para ilabas ang lahat ng nararamdaman mo! Wag mong sabihin na wala.
Yung mga sulat nya sa'yo, nako po! Nakakakilig kaya! Dapat talaga siya yung naging date mo sa prom pero binusted mo eh. Kung ako yung tinanong ni Manuel, malamang "oo" ang sagot ko. Pero, happy crush ko lang naman sya. Gusto ko lang makilig eh. Mas bagay pa kayo. Di ako magugulat pag naging kayo sa kinabukasan.
Saan ka ba makakahanap ng lalaki tulad ni Manuel? Gusto ko rin eh.
Love,
Best friend forever
P.S. Ako maid of honor mo ah! :)
Girl, nahahalata ko na may crush ka kay Manuel. Sige na, aminin mo na! Paalis na nga at di pa aabot ng Gradball. Ngayon na ang chance mo para ilabas ang lahat ng nararamdaman mo! Wag mong sabihin na wala.
Yung mga sulat nya sa'yo, nako po! Nakakakilig kaya! Dapat talaga siya yung naging date mo sa prom pero binusted mo eh. Kung ako yung tinanong ni Manuel, malamang "oo" ang sagot ko. Pero, happy crush ko lang naman sya. Gusto ko lang makilig eh. Mas bagay pa kayo. Di ako magugulat pag naging kayo sa kinabukasan.
Saan ka ba makakahanap ng lalaki tulad ni Manuel? Gusto ko rin eh.
Love,
Best friend forever
P.S. Ako maid of honor mo ah! :)
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Hi girl! Salamat sa pagsulat.
Amazing ka. Oo na sige na, tama na ang hinala mo. Gusto ko nga si Manuel. :) Nakakalungkot nga at huli na ang lahat, hindi na ako umabot at nagkaroon ng chance para sabihin pa sa kanya yung totoong feelings ko para sa kanya.
Ewan ko ba sa sarili ko kung bakit ko pa siya tinanggihan, ewan ko ba kung bakit masyado akong takot sa mga bagay-bagay. Sayang noh? Alam ko naming maraming nagkakagusto kay Manuel at highblood na highblood na sa akin dahil napakahaba naman talaga ng hair ko.
Alam mo, hindi mo kailangan mag madali. Nandyan lang rin yan si Manuel mo sa tabi tabi. Malay nalang natin kung kalian siya dadating. Kailangan mo lang maghintay, ngunit wag mo naman sasayangin ang oras mo kakahintay kay prince charming mo. Mag focus ka nalang muna, dadating rin ang tamang tao para sa’yo sa tamang oras. :)
Love,
Natalie
Natalie
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Manuel,
Hi.
Alam kong busy ka. At busy rin ako, I guess, haha. Pero kasi. Nakakabigo eh.
Nakakabigo na patay na patay ka para kay Natalie habang ako patay na patay
sa'yo.
Noong
unang sagutan pa lang, nakuha mo na puso ko. Sa bawat pagsita mo sa kaniya,
natutuwa ako, kasi halata naman eh. Pasimpleng lapit sa babaeng iniibig. Oo,
masakit man isipin na hindi ako 'yun, tanggap ko naman.
Sana
kasi ako na lang si Natalie. Mahilig naman ako sa Tapsilog ng Rodic's eh.
Paborito ko pa nga eh. Para sa'yo magpapakabait ako. Para sa'yo susundin ang
mga alituntunin ng paaralan. Para naman hindi mahirap buhay mo bilang KA
president. Ang astig nga na KA president ka eh, tapos personal mo pa kinakausap
ang mga lumalabag sa Rules and Regulations. Nakakatuwa yung ganun. It's the
little things, nga naman.
Sana
ako ang pinagpala ng tadhana na maging prinsesa ng kisame mo. Kasi naman. Ikaw
na talaga prinsipe ng tablet ko. (Medyo yun kasi lagi kong katapat sa gabi
HAHAHA)Sana kahit graduate ka na,magsulat ka pa rin. Romantikong romantiko ka
eh, hay. Nangangarap na lang akong makakakuha ako ng liham galing sa'yo next
academic year kapag may lockers na muli.
Salamat
talaga. Salamat sa pagpapakilig, pagpapaiyak, pagpapatawa, at sa lahat ng mga
banat mong tila nagagawang pakiligin ako sa kabila nang lahat ng stress na
dinadaanan ko. Salamat sa mga salitang winasak ang puso ko. Dahil sa'yo,
naintindihan kong paano magmahal ang isang katulad mo.
Nagmamahal,
P6
P6
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Dear P6,
Magandang Araw. :)
Humihingi ako ng paumanhin at ngayon ko lang nasagot ang sulat mo
sa akin. Kung grade 10 ka, makaka-relate
ka naman siguro! :)Kung hindi, aba’y maghanda ka na sa mga
susunod na taong pakikipagsapalaran mo sa paaralan hahaha.
Wow, nabalitaan mo ‘yung mga pakikipag-usap ko sa mga lumalabag sa
rules and regulations? Hehehe. Nakakatuwa na may katulad mong nakaka-appreciate
pa ng mga gimmick ko bilang KA president.
…at Nakakagulat naman malaman na patay na patay ka sa akin. Huwag mo naman sana akong tawaging manhid
ngunit hindi kasi kita kilala. Lalo na’t
nagmula pa sa kagimbal-gimbal na asignatura ang ipinirma mong pangalan. Aaminin ko na nakakataba ng puso ang sulat mo
sa akin. Nakasisiguro rin naman akong
tunay din ang paglalarawan mo sa iyong sarili.
Sa kasamaang palad, gaano ka man kabait at masunurin, paborito mo man
din ang Rodic’s, iisa lang ang itinitibok ng puso ko ngayon. Ako man ang prinsipe ng tablet mo,
mananatiling si Natalie ang prinsesa ng kisame ko.
Mahirap din ata ang hinihiling mo na magsulat pa rin ako. Kung hindi mo natanong ay mangingibang bansa
na ako. Hindi ko na muli masisilayan ang
mga locker sa paaralan hehe.
Salamat din sa iyong oras sa pagsusulat sa akin! Humihingi ako ng patawad na nawasak ko pala
ang puso mo ng hindi ko nalalaman.
Paumanhin din at hindi ko alam kung paano ako makakabawi. Ngunit nasisiguro ko sayo na may ibang
darating na siyang maghihilom ng mga sugat na iyong nararamdaman. Bigyan mo ng oras at pagkakataon ang lahat ng
bagay, sapagkat doon ka lang makakakuha ng tunay na kaligayahan :)
Manuel
cw project,
Ang mga tauhan at mga pangyayari ay pawang kathang isip lamang, hindi hango sa tunay na buhay o karanasan. Ang anumang pagkakahawig sa tunay na buhay ay nagkataon lamang at hindi sinasadya. Walang bahagi ng kuwentong ito ang maaring ilathala at gamitin sa anumang paraan nang walang pahintulot ng may-akda.
Pusong Bato (Mga Itinagong Liham)
Ang Pusong Bato ay kuwentong binuo, sinulat at pinaghirapan ng Media Center 2 2014 staff bilang kanilang creative writing project ngayong semestre.Ang mga tauhan at mga pangyayari ay pawang kathang isip lamang, hindi hango sa tunay na buhay o karanasan. Ang anumang pagkakahawig sa tunay na buhay ay nagkataon lamang at hindi sinasadya. Walang bahagi ng kuwentong ito ang maaring ilathala at gamitin sa anumang paraan nang walang pahintulot ng may-akda.
basketball,
Feature: Diego Dario: Playing His Heart Out
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| Diego Dario with the writer, his adviser and no. 1 fan, Prof. Dian Caluag. (c) Jib Fernandez |
He could turn basketball-ignorants to die-hard fanatics with just one game. He has conquered personal goals he only wished he could at his age. And he has kept his feet on the court despite the pace of the sport. It should be no surprise, then, if this pint-sized point guard of the Junior Fighting Maroons makes more unexpected things happen for himself, his team, and his country.
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| 10-Narra's special "graduation" rites for Diego Dario. (c) Jib Fernandez |
Currently in the United States for a three-week training, missing even his high school graduation, Diego Miguel Dario has constantly proven that when God wills it, anything is possible. He fondly recalls how nobody expected the Gilas Pilipinas Youth Team, of which he has recently been part, to finish as silver medallists in the FIBA Asia Under 16 2013 Series and to qualify for the FIBA Under 17 World Series in Dubai next year.
For someone who regards basketball as more than a game, Diego is continuously inspired to get better at this sport, to never be disheartened by faults, and to always be thankful for whatever it has given him along the way.
Starting Five
His basketball career started when he was five years old. His dad, who remains to be his all-time coach, has enrolled him in a MILO Best Basketball Clinic that summer and every summer hence. At that tender age, Diego has learned that basketball was not just a game to play, but a routine to love and a discipline to embrace. Since then, he and his dad has regularly devoted time for daily practices; they also used to be an hour or so earlier at training to practice on their own; and he has tirelessly joined barangay leagues to further improve his skills and gain experience and friends. Looking back, he acknowledges that it is the “extra” he has always exerted that enables him to keep up with the demands and pressure of his basketball career.
Scanning the Floor
Diego who stands a tall five foot seven is one of the shortest in his current teams. However, this height ‘disadvantage’ is compensated for by his speed, skill, and strategic thinking inside the court. He takes to heart his role as point guard, and brings to every game the drive to win not by words but through actions.
Fast Break
Diego has become part of several playing teams through hard work. In Grade 2, he got in his elementary school’s basketball team which only accepts youngest members from Grade 4. In 2010, after entertaining the invitation from the then coach, he tried out for the Junior Fighting Maroons. When he was accepted, he believed he started to realize his youthful dream of playing in either the NCAA or UAAP in high school.
Time Out
However, some events go off beam in his seemingly ideal life. He was particularly disappointed when, during his first year at UPIS, he was not lined up for the season. In another instance, he had to let go of the opportunity to join in the SEABA Series to be able to play for UPIS this year. Admirably, he has never considered these events as setbacks. He has remained focused in improving his skill, has learned to let these things go, and has always trusted that God has better plans for him.
He considers his stay at UPIS for the past four years instrumental in honing more his talent with the able guidance of his coaches and team mates; vital in encouraging him to extend the discipline he practices in court to his daily affairs; and significant in allowing him to meet people and build lasting relationships.
Long Shot
His talent has not gone unnoticed. He was invited by the Ateneo Eaglets coach to try out for the national team who will compete in the FIBA Asia Under 16 Series in 2013. From more than 300 aspirants countrywide, 25 were selected to be part of the training pool. After a rigorous work in summer, he was one of the 12 skilled and lucky boys chosen from the training pool to represent the Philippines in international leagues.
Free Throw
Diego considers it a privilege, more than an obligation, to represent the country. For this reason, he takes pride in what the Gilas Pilipinas Youth Team has accomplished for the Philippines. And it is also for this that he has enjoyed playing with people from different nations, making new friends, and surviving a challenge he has only dreamed of.
Overtime
Despite his achievements, Diego remains grounded in the knowledge that there will always be a room for improvement: “(I’m) still far from what I really want to be but I am very blessed to achieve this much and reach my dreams. More dreams to reach though! All for God!”
For him, popularity is not something that should get in the head – it is just a bonus that comes with any achievement. Even after several media exposure and recognitions for his skill, Diego reminds himself that these are motivations to get better. He wants to be remembered as someone who never gives up and who does his best in anything.
Though he would not trade anything for basketball, Diego has an equally high regard for education. He plans to take up Economics in college and become a businessman, in the footsteps of his mom. He is certain that when made to choose between studies and basketball, he would prioritize the former. An UPCAT qualifier, he is leaning towards playing for the UP Fighting Maroons to “give back to the school.”
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Diego is a source of pride – he is a focused player, an excellent athlete, a dedicated student, a disciplined young lad, and an obedient son to his parents who have instilled in him that he remains humble and focused on his goals however much he achieves.
And he owes much to people who never tire of backing him up no matter what: “Thank you for all the support. I feel very blessed and humbled. You guys also inspire me. I'll continue to do my best and get better. See you around!! God bless!”
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When in the future, this pint-sized point guard soars even more height than he already has, he assures that he will keep up the attitude that has brought him to where he is now.
bella swan,
I am aware of you the moment I entered the classroom.
You are as you have usually been—laughing easily with your friends, joking and clowning around, talking about the most mundane things over lunch, making faces as you take selfies and groupies.
“Do you feel the way I do right now?”
I choked back my sigh and quietly walked by. I took my seat which (thankfully) is on the other side of the room but (unfortunately) still across from yours.
I will be as I have usually been—diligently studying with my friends, willingly teaching anyone who needs help with the more difficult subjects, busily juggling three or more tasks at once, thinking about the steady and endless stream of schoolwork and org projects.
I repeatedly remind myself to not look at you, no matter how quick, no matter how much I want to. There are times (like right now) when I wish I had the courage to talk to you again so we could go back to that seemingly promising friendship. But those are almost always stomped by my need to be busy or to at least look like it lest we get teased again.
“I wish we would just give up… ‘cause the best part is falling…”
I thought everyone had forgotten about that little crush I had on you. That was soooooo many years ago. I didn’t know a thing about anything yet. I was just being honest when I said you were kind and… fine, gwapo. We were so young then. I thought they won’t remember. I thought I won’t remember. But they do, we all do. And it’s so embarrassing that they keep bringing it up.
I can hear your friends making fun of you. You’re such a good sport. That hasn’t changed. I can hear the jokes you crack back. I tried so hard to pretend that I don’t hear you but you’re too funny. I can’t help it. I laughed along with everybody and my gaze automatically moved towards you.
“And I will make sure to keep my distance…”
The moment our eyes met was not lost on everyone. It was as if that was all they were waiting for. It was instantly followed by loud hoots and catcalls and a long and incessant “YIHEEEE”. They’re teasing us again. As always, I don’t know what to do. I think, no, I know I’m blushing so I looked away.
I wish they’d stop. I might believe that there is a possibility that you like me too when I know there isn’t. Not when there are prettier, cooler, more popular girls who can actually spare time thinking about these confusing feelings. Not when I know I don’t deserve someone as good-looking, caring, and funny as you.
“Say ‘I love you’ when you’re not listening…”
So you see, it’s not that I can’t take the teasing. I can, I usually do. But I really don’t like it because… because I might believe them even when I know what they’re saying is not true.
“How long can we keep this up?”
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“Please don’t stand so close to me…”
I am aware of you the moment you entered the room.
I pretended to go about my business. I laughed loudly at a not so funny joke. Clowned around a bit. Smiled and made silly faces at the phone camera.
“I’m having trouble breathing…”
I held my breath as you walked by. I saw you take your seat out of the corner of my eye. Tempted as I am to sneak a glance at your pretty face, I didn’t.
I heard your friends greet you. I heard someone ask you for help with Math. Or was it Science? I heard someone ask you about a group project. About your org’s activity next week. I heard your patient and sincere answers to all those. I can even imagine the adorable grin that went with each. I can’t help wishing that you spare me even half a smile again.
I had to remind myself over and over to not look at you. To not make an excuse to go to that side of the room just to be near you. I desperately want to sit beside you. To talk to you like before. To make you laugh again. I so badly want us to be the kind of friends we would have been if they didn’t start teasing us again.
“I’m afraid of what you’ll see right now…”
I have never forgotten about that childhood crush. We grew apart, moved in different circles but how could I forget? How could everyone? Everybody liked you. You have everything any guy could ever ask for. You’re everybody’s golden girl so you have always seemed out of anybody’s league. Hard to get. Unreachable. But you said I’m kind and gwapo. Even to my 7-year old self, that has got to count for something.
Lost again in thoughts of you, I didn’t hear what my friends were telling me. My witty remark was a tad too slow. I am made fun of as usual. Jokes are cracked at my expense. But I am quick to battle back. Out of habit, I looked at you. Saw you laughing along with everybody else, and looking at me, too.
“And I will make sure to keep my distance…”
There it was. That one stolen glance was their chance to launch into hoots and catcalls. They’re teasing us again. I shrug it off, as usual, in that cool, offhand manner I slowly got used to. I saw you blush and look away. As usual.
I wish they’d stop. It hurts to think that you feel so awkward and embarrassed around me. It hurts that you would never give me a chance. Not when there are smarter, more responsible, more good-looking guys who can prove themselves more worthy of you. Not when I know I don’t deserve someone as kind-hearted, beautiful, intelligent, someone as perfect as you… yet.
“Say ‘I love you’ when you’re not listening…”
I can take the teasing. I usually do. But when it comes to you, to us, I really don’t like it. Because I am afraid. I’m afraid to take a chance. I don’t want to get hurt, and I don’t want to end up hurting you. I don’t like it because… because I’m scared that they’d find out, that you’d find out… that what they’re saying I’m feeling for you is actually true.
“How long ‘til we call this love?” / by Bella Swan
*Inspired by Christina Perri’s Distance
Literary: Distance*
“The sun is filling up the room, and I can hear you dreaming…”I am aware of you the moment I entered the classroom.
You are as you have usually been—laughing easily with your friends, joking and clowning around, talking about the most mundane things over lunch, making faces as you take selfies and groupies.
“Do you feel the way I do right now?”
I choked back my sigh and quietly walked by. I took my seat which (thankfully) is on the other side of the room but (unfortunately) still across from yours.
I will be as I have usually been—diligently studying with my friends, willingly teaching anyone who needs help with the more difficult subjects, busily juggling three or more tasks at once, thinking about the steady and endless stream of schoolwork and org projects.
I repeatedly remind myself to not look at you, no matter how quick, no matter how much I want to. There are times (like right now) when I wish I had the courage to talk to you again so we could go back to that seemingly promising friendship. But those are almost always stomped by my need to be busy or to at least look like it lest we get teased again.
“I wish we would just give up… ‘cause the best part is falling…”
I thought everyone had forgotten about that little crush I had on you. That was soooooo many years ago. I didn’t know a thing about anything yet. I was just being honest when I said you were kind and… fine, gwapo. We were so young then. I thought they won’t remember. I thought I won’t remember. But they do, we all do. And it’s so embarrassing that they keep bringing it up.
I can hear your friends making fun of you. You’re such a good sport. That hasn’t changed. I can hear the jokes you crack back. I tried so hard to pretend that I don’t hear you but you’re too funny. I can’t help it. I laughed along with everybody and my gaze automatically moved towards you.
“And I will make sure to keep my distance…”
The moment our eyes met was not lost on everyone. It was as if that was all they were waiting for. It was instantly followed by loud hoots and catcalls and a long and incessant “YIHEEEE”. They’re teasing us again. As always, I don’t know what to do. I think, no, I know I’m blushing so I looked away.
I wish they’d stop. I might believe that there is a possibility that you like me too when I know there isn’t. Not when there are prettier, cooler, more popular girls who can actually spare time thinking about these confusing feelings. Not when I know I don’t deserve someone as good-looking, caring, and funny as you.
“Say ‘I love you’ when you’re not listening…”
So you see, it’s not that I can’t take the teasing. I can, I usually do. But I really don’t like it because… because I might believe them even when I know what they’re saying is not true.
“How long can we keep this up?”
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“Please don’t stand so close to me…”
I am aware of you the moment you entered the room.
I pretended to go about my business. I laughed loudly at a not so funny joke. Clowned around a bit. Smiled and made silly faces at the phone camera.
“I’m having trouble breathing…”
I held my breath as you walked by. I saw you take your seat out of the corner of my eye. Tempted as I am to sneak a glance at your pretty face, I didn’t.
I heard your friends greet you. I heard someone ask you for help with Math. Or was it Science? I heard someone ask you about a group project. About your org’s activity next week. I heard your patient and sincere answers to all those. I can even imagine the adorable grin that went with each. I can’t help wishing that you spare me even half a smile again.
I had to remind myself over and over to not look at you. To not make an excuse to go to that side of the room just to be near you. I desperately want to sit beside you. To talk to you like before. To make you laugh again. I so badly want us to be the kind of friends we would have been if they didn’t start teasing us again.
“I’m afraid of what you’ll see right now…”
I have never forgotten about that childhood crush. We grew apart, moved in different circles but how could I forget? How could everyone? Everybody liked you. You have everything any guy could ever ask for. You’re everybody’s golden girl so you have always seemed out of anybody’s league. Hard to get. Unreachable. But you said I’m kind and gwapo. Even to my 7-year old self, that has got to count for something.
Lost again in thoughts of you, I didn’t hear what my friends were telling me. My witty remark was a tad too slow. I am made fun of as usual. Jokes are cracked at my expense. But I am quick to battle back. Out of habit, I looked at you. Saw you laughing along with everybody else, and looking at me, too.
“And I will make sure to keep my distance…”
There it was. That one stolen glance was their chance to launch into hoots and catcalls. They’re teasing us again. I shrug it off, as usual, in that cool, offhand manner I slowly got used to. I saw you blush and look away. As usual.
I wish they’d stop. It hurts to think that you feel so awkward and embarrassed around me. It hurts that you would never give me a chance. Not when there are smarter, more responsible, more good-looking guys who can prove themselves more worthy of you. Not when I know I don’t deserve someone as kind-hearted, beautiful, intelligent, someone as perfect as you… yet.
“Say ‘I love you’ when you’re not listening…”
I can take the teasing. I usually do. But when it comes to you, to us, I really don’t like it. Because I am afraid. I’m afraid to take a chance. I don’t want to get hurt, and I don’t want to end up hurting you. I don’t like it because… because I’m scared that they’d find out, that you’d find out… that what they’re saying I’m feeling for you is actually true.
“How long ‘til we call this love?” / by Bella Swan
*Inspired by Christina Perri’s Distance
andrew garfield,
Girls don’t ever catch my attention at all,
I love math, running in the field, and shooting the ball,
But when I met you one magical night,
I can’t take you out of my sight.
All my body organs jumped up and down,
Serotonin rose and I didn’t frown.
I digested that moment with you for a while,
And you immediately scored three points with your smile.
I was paralyzed – couldn’t move at all,
Paraplegia and tetraplegia knocked me off and made me brawl,
Shocked and star struck, I didn’t know who to call,
I need Biology - this will explain it all.
There’s been a sudden shift in the body temperature,
Cold, but the heat inside is a pleasure.
Endothermic reaction and a shiver of a negative feedback,
I need homeostasis so that I would not crack.
You’re so beautiful and pure,
Heart-stopping, I don’t know the cure,
It’s like I’ve closed my aorta and right atrium,
‘Cause you’re already inside, stay there for a millennium.
Maybe this is the reason why I can’t properly breathe,
Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat.
There is no exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide at my alveoli,
I can’t properly respond to stimuli.
You’re the rod that gives me light,
And the cones that produce colors so bright.
You gave meaning to my life,
My neurotransmitters tell me you’ll be my wife.
This little poem I made out of creativity from my cerebellum and cerebrum is dedicated to you, Allele. You’re the bones that support me, the calcium that gives strength, the apple in my pie and the milk in my tea. Morphogenesis will not be completed without you. You’re the reason why I’ve become a better man. You act like an immune system of mine, non-specific defenses to be exact. It’s funny and cute that you’re the natural killer cell that destroys all the negative things about me and the barrier that preclude temptations away. I’ll be true to you and never forget you like a specific defense of immune system. You’ll always be recognized, remembered, and responded to. I will love you for the rest of my life, hear all rants and problem with an incomplete tract of ear, filter the good things and eliminate the bad ones like a kidney and be loyal to you. I’ll never be a continuous feeder that will unremittingly look for other girls. Terminate all my gametes if I’m lying. / by Andrew Garfield
Literary (Submission): A Love Letter
Dear Allele,Girls don’t ever catch my attention at all,
I love math, running in the field, and shooting the ball,
But when I met you one magical night,
I can’t take you out of my sight.
All my body organs jumped up and down,
Serotonin rose and I didn’t frown.
I digested that moment with you for a while,
And you immediately scored three points with your smile.
I was paralyzed – couldn’t move at all,
Paraplegia and tetraplegia knocked me off and made me brawl,
Shocked and star struck, I didn’t know who to call,
I need Biology - this will explain it all.
There’s been a sudden shift in the body temperature,
Cold, but the heat inside is a pleasure.
Endothermic reaction and a shiver of a negative feedback,
I need homeostasis so that I would not crack.
You’re so beautiful and pure,
Heart-stopping, I don’t know the cure,
It’s like I’ve closed my aorta and right atrium,
‘Cause you’re already inside, stay there for a millennium.
Maybe this is the reason why I can’t properly breathe,
Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat.
There is no exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide at my alveoli,
I can’t properly respond to stimuli.
You’re the rod that gives me light,
And the cones that produce colors so bright.
You gave meaning to my life,
My neurotransmitters tell me you’ll be my wife.
This little poem I made out of creativity from my cerebellum and cerebrum is dedicated to you, Allele. You’re the bones that support me, the calcium that gives strength, the apple in my pie and the milk in my tea. Morphogenesis will not be completed without you. You’re the reason why I’ve become a better man. You act like an immune system of mine, non-specific defenses to be exact. It’s funny and cute that you’re the natural killer cell that destroys all the negative things about me and the barrier that preclude temptations away. I’ll be true to you and never forget you like a specific defense of immune system. You’ll always be recognized, remembered, and responded to. I will love you for the rest of my life, hear all rants and problem with an incomplete tract of ear, filter the good things and eliminate the bad ones like a kidney and be loyal to you. I’ll never be a continuous feeder that will unremittingly look for other girls. Terminate all my gametes if I’m lying. / by Andrew Garfield
emma stone,
When I woke up I felt your voice vibrate my eardrums call my name.
I could not believe that you could be so sweet. I’m clean I’m not on meth but I cannot say the same for the dopamine that flooding my bloodstream. My heart pumped fast, contracting and relaxing my ventricles and atriums, pushing blood to my cheeks as I blushed.
I just lost track of the time we spent due to my melatonin levels that were off the charts.
Every time you left felt like losing a part of my heart, ventricle by ventricle, atrium by atrium. I refused to eat. My digestive system kept functioning even as my mind deteriorated. My body slowly torned on itself, consuming what little energy there was until I was but a husk of myself.
Good thing you came back! / by Emma Stone
Literary: Science of Love
I knew it was love from the first time that I saw you. Your image from my eyes imprinted on my mind. My breath hitched in my lungs, my diaphragm temporarily temporary ceased to create negative pressure to draw air into my bronchial passages and alveoli. My knees grew weak and I fell down on the floor due to the lack of oxygen.When I woke up I felt your voice vibrate my eardrums call my name.
I could not believe that you could be so sweet. I’m clean I’m not on meth but I cannot say the same for the dopamine that flooding my bloodstream. My heart pumped fast, contracting and relaxing my ventricles and atriums, pushing blood to my cheeks as I blushed.
I just lost track of the time we spent due to my melatonin levels that were off the charts.
Every time you left felt like losing a part of my heart, ventricle by ventricle, atrium by atrium. I refused to eat. My digestive system kept functioning even as my mind deteriorated. My body slowly torned on itself, consuming what little energy there was until I was but a husk of myself.
Good thing you came back! / by Emma Stone
english,
Literary: Young Generals
My
beloved Mr.
Mayfly,
Old
friend, take care of my gun. Fire at will should times go wrong because I won’t
be there anymore to hold your hand.
We
are young generals but we are old enough to face the cold East Wind, but it
does not matter; what matters is that we are marching in blue skies.
Sometimes
we’re in grey skies with blood running rivulets down our faces.
I
know that a time will come when I’ll forget about the wrong I’ve done. So I
wish that your tears will light up my way.
An
enchanting set of eyes cry crystal breadcrumbs home, should I go astray and
thoughtless go about my day.
War
will soon befall our land.
The
gun, I hope has served you well.
I
am sorry I could not defend our land enough but I am sorry that I could not
defend you and our unborn child. It is my utmost regret that we could never
have a family or grow old together, because I know you would have been the most
amazing father.
Love,
Mrs. Mayfly
Mrs. Mayfly
P.S.
This
letter is only to be sent only if in case I die along with my latest will and
statement.
baking,
Batch 2014's Baking Class held a cake exhibit dubbed “Sweet Tooth” at the Narra Function Room last March 19, 2014.
The students showed off skills they learned in their Baking elective.
The exhibit, which was led by their advisers Prof. Nancy Flor and Ms. Zyra Cruz, showcased the cakes that pairs of students conceptualized, baked, and decorated.
Teachers from different departments attended the exhibit to judge and grade the cakes.
It was the first time to hold a cake exhibit after 9 years. It serves as a practical test for the baking class this semester. / by Jordan Grefal, Katrina Cayron, Patrice Valero, Dianne Saunders
Feature: Sweet Tooth
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| (c) Celine Medina |
The students showed off skills they learned in their Baking elective.
The exhibit, which was led by their advisers Prof. Nancy Flor and Ms. Zyra Cruz, showcased the cakes that pairs of students conceptualized, baked, and decorated.
Teachers from different departments attended the exhibit to judge and grade the cakes.
It was the first time to hold a cake exhibit after 9 years. It serves as a practical test for the baking class this semester. / by Jordan Grefal, Katrina Cayron, Patrice Valero, Dianne Saunders
basketball,
Sablan was chosen as the Most Valuable Player (MVP). He, together with Juan Gomez de Liano, was also part of the Mythical Five.
On March 22 a turnover ceremony which involved the endorsement of the championship trophy to UPIS was held at the Narra Function Room.
The event was attended by the principal Ronaldo San Jose, UPIS faculty, teachers, coaches and the Junior Maroons.
"Masaya kasi last game ko na yun sa high school at ginusto talaga naming magchampion before I leave high school," Sablan said. He also noted that he did not expect that he would be the MVP. "Dahil para sa akin lahat kami sa team MVP."
He claimed that the Junior Maroons needed and did these three things to win. "Hardwork, dedication and puso!" / by Dianne Saunders, Patrice Valero, Kyle de Guzman
UPIS claims Coseteng Cup championship
The UPIS Junior Maroons won the championship of the Coseteng Cup against Diliman Preparatory School (DPS), 75-74, last March 17 via a basket by Raymart Sablan in the last five seconds.Sablan was chosen as the Most Valuable Player (MVP). He, together with Juan Gomez de Liano, was also part of the Mythical Five.
+Juanito+Gregorio.jpg) |
| (c) Juanito Gregorio |
On March 22 a turnover ceremony which involved the endorsement of the championship trophy to UPIS was held at the Narra Function Room.
The event was attended by the principal Ronaldo San Jose, UPIS faculty, teachers, coaches and the Junior Maroons.
"Masaya kasi last game ko na yun sa high school at ginusto talaga naming magchampion before I leave high school," Sablan said. He also noted that he did not expect that he would be the MVP. "Dahil para sa akin lahat kami sa team MVP."
He claimed that the Junior Maroons needed and did these three things to win. "Hardwork, dedication and puso!" / by Dianne Saunders, Patrice Valero, Kyle de Guzman
batch 2018,
The overall theme for the program featured blues music. Each presentation had a song-and-dance number. Music instructor Leujim Martinez invited three blues musicians and experts to judge the Grade 8 classes.
8-Honeybee won first place for their lively performance of "Just Like a Woman."
8-Ladybug performed a dramatic love story of a woman and man who met and fell in love in a bar while Firefly went next with the story of a forbidden love between a white man and a black girl.
An intermission number was performed by Tracy Carreon and Uriel Sunga, with Ryan Cacho on the guitar. The judges showcased a blues number with 8th grader Bjorn Amargo on drums before the results were announced.
8-Honeybee wins annual Music Culminating Activity
The three Grade 8 sections of Batch 2018 competed in the annual Music culminating activity at the UPIS auditorium last March 14.The overall theme for the program featured blues music. Each presentation had a song-and-dance number. Music instructor Leujim Martinez invited three blues musicians and experts to judge the Grade 8 classes.
8-Honeybee won first place for their lively performance of "Just Like a Woman."
8-Ladybug performed a dramatic love story of a woman and man who met and fell in love in a bar while Firefly went next with the story of a forbidden love between a white man and a black girl.
An intermission number was performed by Tracy Carreon and Uriel Sunga, with Ryan Cacho on the guitar. The judges showcased a blues number with 8th grader Bjorn Amargo on drums before the results were announced.
academic calendar,
Dr. Ronaldo San Jose, UPIS Principal, announced last March 28 that there will be no shift in calendar for all UP Basic Education units in accordance to the constitutional law that basic education starts in June of every academic year.
However, after deliberation with the UP College of Education's (CEd) Student Teaching Committee, it has been found that the basic education school calendar could start between the first week of June until the last week of August.
For this reason, Dr. Rosario Alonzo, Dean of the College of Education, sent an appeal to the University Administration requesting that UPIS follows the shift in the academic calendar and starts its classes in August. The College of Education thinks that it would be more fitting that UPIS moves the start of classes in step with the college since the school serves as its laboratory school.
Whether classes start in June or August, the UPIS administration is ready for the changes.
"Either way, we’re ready, we have academic calendars for both prepared,” assured Prof. Roselle Velasquez, Assistant Principal for Academic Programs. / by Jemuel Aberin, Anthony Dacoco, Angelique Liwag
2014-2015 Academic Calendar still not final
UPIS is still waiting for the University Administration’s final decision on whether classes are to start on June or August 2014.Dr. Ronaldo San Jose, UPIS Principal, announced last March 28 that there will be no shift in calendar for all UP Basic Education units in accordance to the constitutional law that basic education starts in June of every academic year.
However, after deliberation with the UP College of Education's (CEd) Student Teaching Committee, it has been found that the basic education school calendar could start between the first week of June until the last week of August.
For this reason, Dr. Rosario Alonzo, Dean of the College of Education, sent an appeal to the University Administration requesting that UPIS follows the shift in the academic calendar and starts its classes in August. The College of Education thinks that it would be more fitting that UPIS moves the start of classes in step with the college since the school serves as its laboratory school.
Whether classes start in June or August, the UPIS administration is ready for the changes.
"Either way, we’re ready, we have academic calendars for both prepared,” assured Prof. Roselle Velasquez, Assistant Principal for Academic Programs. / by Jemuel Aberin, Anthony Dacoco, Angelique Liwag
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