Sunday, April 30, 2006

maalaala mo kaya, magpakailanman?

kung ang mga celebrities ay may kani-kanilang pinasikat na mga linya, hindi patatalo dyan ang batch 11...anyway, celebrity naman tayo di ba? ...yun nga lang, in our own rights...hehe

narito ang ilang mga naaalala kong linya (kasama ang kanilang titulong pang MMK):
  • Tuluy!

PREVIEW:

naisipan ng batch 11 na magpiknik bago tuluyang matuldukan ang kanilang high school life. planado na ang lahat, ang usapan, the show must go on, anuman ang mangyari, kahit pa sa isang araw ay graduation day na.

ngunit, ang inaakala nilang pulidong plano ay biglang napurnada. tila sa sobrang ka-excited-an, merong mga di nakapagpigil sa sarili at naibulalas ang plano... sa pinakabawal na lugar, tawagin na lang nating...........dorm.

habang ang iba ay abala sa paghihintayan sa kitaan (sa tapat ng RCPI ngayon), naging mabilis ang mga pangyayari...natagpuan na lang nila ang kanilang sarili, sa principal's office...

"hu, hu, hu...mga anak ko, bakit nyu aku ginaganitu, huhuhu..." sabi ng kanilang butihing prinsipal, with matching pabatu-batu ng susi...

habang todo-bigay sa pagdadrama, ala-nora aunor ang iyakin ( na oversuperdupermegaover overacting exaggerated na), daig pa ang nanood ng pinakamagandang comedy film ever sa katatawa ang batch 11...sa katunayan, gusto nga nilang bigyan ng award ang drama queen na ito, bilang best comedy actress...

sa gitna ng drama/comedy/declamation, "o anu, mga anak ku, tutuluy pa kayu?"

and the rest is history...

  • Gud Morning!

PREVIEW:

first day ng class, excited ang lahat...syempre, unang araw sa high school, maraming bago...bago ang environment, bago ang mga friends and enemies, bagong damit, sapatos, bagong mukha...basta lahat bago, except yung bago nilang classroom, na luma na at butas-butas pa ng mga panahong iyon...kamalig

syempre pasikatan ang drama...pero aminin man o hinde, kinakabahan ang lahat...habang papalapit na ang oras, di na mapakali ang lahat...hanggang sa...sumapit na ang..

"Good Morning class!" sabi ng pumasok na payat na babae...

"Good morning, Mrs. Picart!" sabi ng lahat,

except si ________, (Good Morning, Mrs. PEkart!) na syang may pinakamalakas na boses nung mga panahong yon.


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karl's struggling to reach the 8th octave...
glad that it was not "my way"

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ate phanie, karl and raymond
during a mini-get-together party at music 21-timog

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Saturday, April 15, 2006

KAMALIG
Kanlungan ng mga Pangarap at Panata
ng Batch 11
ng Aurora National Science High School



There is nothing more appropriate to describe our high school life than the Kamalig. For four long, gruelling and taxing years, kamalig has etched into our minds like our most unforgettable nightmare, as it sheltered our most treasured memories, from our most gruesome and ghastly to the most pleasant and pleasurable moments.

Kamalig redefines our concept of teenage years. From our usual connotation of happy and enjoyable high school life, kamalig bore witness to our hardships and sacrifices, to our struggle to cope with the challenges of our time. It has become spectator to our triumphs and failure, to our feats and defeats. It has groomed us to become leaders of our chosen field.

Of course no one would ever fail to remember how we crammed our physics and chemistry projects just to please Ms. Cahilig, our Miss Montes and Mr. Cabanayan classes, our (mis) adventure to Mother Falls in the middle of our practice for our graduation, and our most controversial graduation ball and its consequences. Anybody who overlooks the strictness of Miss Cahilig, the absences of Miss Fernandez turned Mrs. De Guzman, the “kahinhinan” of Mrs. Domingo, the kindness of Mrs. Picart, the beauty of Mrs. De Mesa, the curly hairs of Mrs. Querijero and Mrs. Adeva that made our hairs –and heads – coil, the nose of Mr. Cabanayan, the “bukol” of Mr. Domingo, the scent of Mrs. Bitong, the accent of Miss Montes and the intelligence of Mrs. Hulipas, the principal, must be cussed and put in cross.

However, these are but pale in comparison with our colorful kamalig life.

Now that we are in our best shape, with our worth we already have proven, it is but a high time to look back and be nostalgic of our past. These blog, aptly called kamalig, would be our one of the many ways we could bring together what went before. It would be the link of our past to our present and future, a living testimony that we were once a high school student. It would be a first bold step to go through with our past lives.

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