I just hate it when that happens! I have high regard for my school and even now I still do, just am furious about what one alumni can do to tarnish the very image that the institution has protected and put up all those years. Now the nerve to say "...that's too much...." I just hate it, now we are parallel to the other dregs that are waiting to chew upon us for this one mishap. The problem with being great is that everyone will be waiting and creeping, like death itself, to cast a gloom upon a monolith. I just hope that this incident will be taken by heart by every La Sallian and once again, prove to the rest that we are not like an alumni who tarnishes the very essence of what we really are.

A face depicts a picture but never will it encompass the whole.

not in any negative fashion or whatever it is, there's a new site for you bloggers out there. try out i.ph.com, tis pretty user friendly and all, if u can check it out man; i mean it won't hurt to have another journal where you can bash out the other side of your heads hehehe..... just check it out! got my own writings there as well, go on, there's loads of nice stuff you can use there, not to mention the apple. cheers to all! hope to read other stuff there as well!

 

When was the last time we have seen our country stand up and raise hands together united under one banner? It was last Sunday at the sound of the bell signifying the start of the match of our very own hero, the PACMAN. He has nicknames such as "merciless Manny, Manny the Destroyer, and Manny the PACMAN but come to think of it, who is Manny to us? The boxer? The icon? The hero? All of the above?

I believe that Manny is a simple person who wants to make a difference for our country. He is the Philippines with a pair of gloves and a big heart. He is the epitomy of us as a people, the only difference is that he makes the bold move of doing what he can to unite the country even for a few minutes. It's a cliche we hear everytime we see commentaries about our dear PACMAN but do we take it to heart? We see ourselves in tears and sorrow for the losses he recieved, we grimace when he absorbs blows, and we rejoice with him when he achieves glory. These brief moments of being one.

We pride ourselves when we see him win and even lose for he burns his heart out for us. It's loud and clear, PACMAN sends a message to each of us, he fights strong and he succeeds because we are one behind him and the banner, this is the message he sends out, ONE.

 

 

 

 mornings turn dark as the sun sets on another chapter,  be it dark in the context of another or myself, every droplet of pain and sorrow made me rise to hill that i am sitting on. clouds that bask over the hilltop that was once nothing but an insignificant piece of earth has become my throne and i am looking at the past from afar. slowly it moves away and i am in no regret whatsoever. perhaps the ever watchful eye hovers upon me ask aids to seek out new horizons to explore, new waters to cross, and new skies to soar. lost would not be a term to simplify the emotions and the feelings that are churning within me, found i have the strength to travesre new moons and stars that are laid up high in front of me.

as i leave a monolith that aided me for time, memories of faces old and new will linger in my mind. powerful beings that live simple lives are for me to cherish until time come for who i am and the challenges that will face me in the future we be nothing but a small entity trying hard to become gargantuan. my hands extend to them as they made me who i am and given power absolute over me once in a chapter. now i can say, the line ends here; bring me that horizon....

my last stand.... moments seem forgotten when the pages of life turn against the wind. people tend to suit up in another armor to conceal the emotion curning inside. all is well until a sword that is tempered by the finest craftsmen unsheath and hit the chest directly to the chest that one feels the pain of a battle he is in.

the struggle has become upstream and i am at the losing end. i can no longer dodge the blows that are being thrown and i find myself once more, creeping into the darkness, alone and confused.... to feel the touch of someone i would want to leave but can't is the last bulwark that i can no longer overcome. all my recollections, my inner thoughts and even my soul have tried to ease the burning sensation of this agonizing journey, this painful cup that i must bear.

i have to leave, the prize i am to fight for is the one that will destroy me.... or will it? is the fear of attempting once more to draw the line such a heavy task to hold? will a kiss be a blade that will puncture the ver essence of what my future holds? all these questions have come in the open, the music is slowly fading and my steps are slowly turning into my last dance....