AWAYIN MO NA LAHAT. WAG KANG KAIBIGAN KO.

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That awkward moment when Jewel accidentally says in front of IV-Galilee, “Okay PEACE, keep quiet!” then stops dead because she realizes that we’re no longer the III-Our Lady of Peace and there are people from Lourdes with us now.

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Ang course ni Carlo.

OK. Lunchtime. Pinag-uusapan ang college life isang lunchbreak.

Karen: Wapin ne. Nan kayang course ko?

Carlo: Ay teh, alam ko na course mo.

Karen: Ano?

Carlo: Damu.

Kami: Nano?

Carlo: Damu… DAMO. DAMOO. Tutulungan mo akong kumain ng damo. DAMOO diba, para sosyal.

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Ashley.

Registrar: Bakit ngayon ka palang nagpa-enroll?

Ashley: Para po suspense.

Ang adik talaga ni Ashley eh. First day of school nagpaenroll. It was a bit of a disappointment ‘cause napunta siya sa Cana. On the bright side, though, okay parin. Kasi at least, GNC parin siya. And katabi lang ang room niya.

Tsaka ang saya kasi kahit magkaiba ng section, magkakasama parin ang mga bobas pag lunch. Those moments when the boys bond together are priceless.

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PHYSICS.

Ma’am Faith: What do the roots of trees do with the water?

Ace: They swallow it.

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We can never be perfect like God, but we can always set our own standards for perfection.

—Mrs. Ma. Elizabeth Morales

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Isang Sigaw

Sa bawat araw na dumaraan

Ano nga ba ang tunay nating dahilan?

Ang magsilbi ba para sa sariling kapakanan

O patuloy na mabuhay sa maling katwiran?

Gising na bayan, tayo ay magkaisa

Buksan na mga mata, palitan na ang dusa

Dahil hatid ng umaga ang isang bagong pag-asa…

Pakinggan niyo ang aming musika

Ang himig para sa tunay na pagkakaisa.

Kapayapaan ang aming tanglaw,

Kabataan… ITO ANG ATING ISANG SIGAW.

Basagin na ang palaisipaan,

Kapayapaan

Ang sagot sa suliranin na bayan.

Kung lahat ay tatayo, iwaksi ang sarili

At wag ng magtago…

To be performed on June 21, 2011 for the 150th birthday of Dr. Jose P. Rizal

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Looking back.

Tomorrow is a brand new adventure.

We’re seniors now; new subjects, new teachers, new classmates, new classroom. Before the end of March, these new stuff really seemed futile, and we never bothered ourselves about these things. We never worried whether or not Physics will be more “nerve racking” than Chemistry, or whether or not our new teachers will ever be similar to our previous ones. No. We never did.

We still sang. We still joked. We still laughed. Why bother about school dilemmas? We knew we had each other. Everything will seem easy and fun in the light of the friendship all of us share. They are nothing.

They’re not really what our high school has become all about. The way I look at it, high school has been about each other, about friendship, and about following our hearts. So what if we had different interests and talents? We still fit in, like jigsaw puzzle pieces— like a mystery cipher that even Robert Langdon can never figure out how it works. We are different notes, various bits of music put together to form one song. Together, we are our own song. Together, we sing this song.

We love this song. See, this song is the magic we shared.

See, it’s a song, a magic spell, a wish come true. Call it whatever you like, but it will still remain a miracle to all of us.

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