Worth For Gratitude

 

My class before the 123rd Foundation Day of ISNHS.

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Grade 10 Boys, Mexico. (I'm at the front)

Grade 10 Girls, Lady Gaga. (Gender Pride Equality)

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The school's preparation for it's 123rd foundation day was very effective. We were gathered around the field to practice our dance because it is literally our quarterly thematic or project for the subject Physical Education. I admit, the dance itself was hard because from the fact that I wasn't paying that much attention so does the retention of steps. There's one time where I awkwardly did the wrong move and it seemed to catch their eyes, of course they corrected me, in the harsh way like a military training, unfortunately. There, I realized that how the society rule and dictates their beliefs among genders. We boys were treated like men, almost like we don't have sometimes a feminine gestures or wasn't given the privilege to express ourselves, more like prohibition. 

Nonetheless, I didn't put much care on it because it is truly repetitive, a stigma that should be eradicated from the lives of the people. Back to the topic, the commemoration of the school's foundation day doesn't just purely celebrates the birthday but it gives life again to the ambition of fruitfulness for the children to be nourished, educated, developed, and serve the humankind and for his and her chosen one, the nation, and to put a peaceful allegiance to foreign countries and recognize them as a kin. Thereby, my joining of the highschool day wasn't just for grades, but for the appreciative thankfulness for the mind behind it all.

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(All contents of this post is based on my personal experiences and views)

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The Finale: Aftertaste

Bittersweet Watermelon 

The raw capture of myself, unedited, real.

Chapter 365: The Pin

To be honest, 4th Quarter or so-called the "last" quarter is quite unbeknown because of how fast it seem to end. To me, it was like weeks rather than months, just like this impending summer because the season feels short but it's actually long. Also, I am delighted to finally end my last junior year and to make run again for the next, not entirely. Along the way, the most remarkable learning that was imparted is to make your weakness as your fortress, a defence wall and the source of determination, courage, wit, and steadfastness to envision the countless possibilities that goes by from each tick of a clock. This undoubtedly thought me very well to finally gain some semblance of confidence through life and avoiding to pressed like a sandwich or a hamburger, both have three layers, the buns stop and below, and the filling on the middle. And I have realized that I'm the filling, who kept thinking and acknowledging about their personal opinions that I can't even see nor tell if it makes sense. But for me, I'm glad and thankful for all of it, even when sometimes aren't always your time.

The continuous numbness that I'm battling would be my only nemesis. It may seem one, but one cannot be formed without others as they are various and difficult to specify. It brought me so much terror and distress that almost hindered my goal to achieve the universal truth and the seek of wisdom. Fortunately enough, I  have the experience and I efficiently utilized it as my personal alibi to overcome life's deceitful gift of ignorance. And as a result, how I've come to the sunny steppes to indulge such breathed contentment and happiness.

Thank you to all, Maxwell.

May our paths cross once again in a pinch of happiness.

end.

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(All contents of this post is based on my personal experiences and views)

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The Lamb

An archival photo of me and my fellows from October 6 2023, after class dismissal at the school's library.

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15 Years, Bygone.

There was a young child of not so innocent background, where he thrives from the existence of the calloused and grasping the value of truth. He had surely been subjected to numerous oppressions because of his odd and unappealing characteristics. At first, he desired for anger but at last, he chose to be as calm as the heavens and to seek knowledge and to use it as his lifetime aliby. Everyone along his meadow's path seemed impassive and insensitive. They who were driven by such intensity of selfishness and dreamt eagerly of obtaining the life they never have. To what he had observed, people that lacked on their personal wishes, either by the cruelty of knowing or it just seemed arduous to attain, will act so vain and somewhat ferocious like an animal who was left astray within the wilderness, searching for comfort but since he knows that a bead of hope won't just voluntarily washed by the river, he embraced his nature, his true nature, the act of violence to mask his existential grievances. Nevertheless, humans or simply referred as the people of Earth were no exemption, they are wild, naturally because their an animal. And he was acknowledged by the stink foulness of the human nature, and it is the truth he's been longly yearned.

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15 Years, Agone. 

There he is, the once young child is now serving as a devout reformer of the truth, and that he utterly believes the truth won't be concealed from any materialistic means nor anyone is above all but the truth. Also, he patronize inclusivity that none is above from who is below. Now, he is truly a steward of diplomacy with an unquestionably impartial judgement of all surrounds him and he cannot attain it without his cruel yet rewarding past.

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(All contents of this post is based on my personal experiences and views)

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https://www.blogger.com/u/1/blog/post/edit/8844892642940645217/6204391032896328741

The Irony Of Man

 Joan of Arc was a young French catholic woman who was condemned to be burnt at the stake because of simply wearing men's clothing and claiming visions from the saints and angels during she led a whole battalion of men to defeat the English, she was later 

canonized as saint.

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As far as I witnessed and therefore believe, through old centuries, women are bounded to conform with the commands of men. There was a notion where men used to defy women, they said it was from the book of God for coercion; "men rule, women obey". This statement was certainly poignant, but not enough to open the minds and heal those who were blinded by this social hierarchical stigmas. But, it is when women themselves thought that they have enough, just look at the image, being framed up for having a loose breast and a fertile vagina but for men's vision they are a subject for sex and obscenity. Now, I can tell that women back then were objected to such impassiveness brought by men in order to denounce their mighty authority.

Fortunately for women, the earth doesn't stop to revolve from its own axis. So does the emergence of contemporary ideologies to harbor women's freedom. It is such a pivotal moment where women saw men as an equal. Thus, women rights flourished within the thickest page of a volume. Rewriting their fates, constructing their concrete and boundless laws, and thereby successfully altering their image from men and a societal reformation, with the gift of acceptance and inclusivity and excluding exclusivity.

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(All contents of this post is based on my personal experiences and views)

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https://blogs.uoregon.edu/rel424s15drreis/joan-of-arc-fast-facts-and-imagery/

Tan-aw, Kannawidan!

ILOCOS SUR

Funnysense 1.

Do you know that I'm not actually pure Ilocano or Iloco? But here I am, pointing out to an event that I wasn't even destined to have an acknowledgement. However, as a partial Ilocano-Ifugao offspring, I should give both the balance for recognition and importance, so there won't be bias happening. Anyway, let's carry on.

The Kannawidan Ylocos Festival is an every year celebration in Ilocos Sur, Philippines, held to commemorate the province's discovery. Furthermore, it primarily highlights the region's rich cultural heritage, customs, and historical significance. The festival itself is typically held every late January, featuring various of activities such as traditional dance performances, religious rites, art exhibitions, and food bazaars. These festival reflects the persevering traditions of the Ilocanos or Ilocos, including their handicrafts and delicious cuisines, as well as their dances and music, preserving the heritage passed down from generation to generation.

Apart from its cultural contributions, Kannawidan is a platform to sustain local enterprises and tourism. The festival attracts people from different parts of the island nation, boosting the local economy and fostering community pride and awareness. Moreover, trade exhibits feature culturally important products such as Vigan longganisa, burnay jars, and the Abel Iloco, thus, providing livelihood and economic security for artisans and entrepreneurs. With such commemoration, Kannawidan honors the past and promotes the development of the province in the meantime and most importantly,the preservation of culture during the contemporary.

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(All contents of this post is based on my personal experiences and views)

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https://dxplorer.weebly.com/events.html

https://www.philstar.com/nation/2024/06/05/2360380/ilocos-sur-town-mayor-suspended/amp/

https://tawidnewsmag.com/kannawidan-ylocos-festival-2019-where-ilocos-sur-mixes-the-old-and-new-in-ilocano-culture/

Roses are Red, Violet's are Blue, If I would have to choose, it will always be YOU

 The skull of St. Valentine.

"You are the sun that lights up my day, and the stars that brights up my night." —St. Valentine 

Flowers, chocolates, cards, rings, the things that describes a Valentine's Day. In order to to make someone realize their worth, what do we do? Probably, we ought to be materialistic by giving such extravagance and luxury in order to "prove" one was enough. However, does it really count?

Valentine's Day is the universal day of love, intimacy, affections, and et cetera. Personally, I thought to believe it as exclusive for those who have romantic relationship. But as I evolve, I finally denote it's inclusivity. It is a day of happiness, a day for love to thrive from the wasted

times. It is the day of reciprocation; the day of appreciation. And for me to express it, I simply give everyone a bright and ebullient smile, hoping to light up their day.

Ultimately, we value Valentine's Day as somehow aphrodisiac and genuine because of the desire to make everything better for you, him, her, everyone.

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(All contents of this post is based on my personal experiences and views)

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https://theconversation.com/the-real-st-valentine-was-no-patron-of-love-90518

https://bluebellscakery.com/products/valentines-cake-1

CBR Beng Beng

SERVING THE COMMUNITY: A STUDENT'S JOURNAL-NEY

Before the month of January, we were already assigned with a topic for our Community-Based Research which the environment and disaster preparedness on our small municipality of Santa Catalina, Ilocos Sur.

Initially, I took the initiative and made our group chat in December and have the planning by January  because I know we can't do it in the last minute and besides, it will serve as our thematic for the 3rd Quarter.

By the month of January, we started  gathering data for our CBR. First, we discussed if we could go out for an interview (police officers, etc.). Although we had discussed about it, I didn't manage to go because there was the perfect errand coincidence at that time and since I was sick with cold apart from the hazy weather by the time. My two other group mates waited us for almost an hour and I apologized for my

disturbance. 

Anyway, they did managed to gather their informations about our municipalities

situation in case of natural disasters. Actually, they have a plan for the safe evacuation routes for what being said to be a tsunami threat that almost reaches up to 15 meters tall! Fortunately, it didn't happen, yet.

By the second week of January, we started on making our web page with the raw data gathered. We struggled on doing web page because it seemed that all of us on my team doesn't know or it's their first time to do such. Thankfully, my groupmate's mother is a policewoman and she did a great part on our study by assisting reliable sources and more essential data to be added.

For some time, we gradually think through it and the first USB from one of my team got virus so we had no choice but to buy a new. Our group leader and I bought the "new" USB for the storing of our wep page but surprisingly, during the transfer of files, one of my teammates discovered something odd on the newly bought USB, it has song files on it and we just laugh on it (they deleted them for somehow).

Eventually, we fully inspected our paper and was later on printed for a soft copy. And that's when we thought everything was done, but it's just a portion of our endgame.

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