looking back: Delta Site

I received an email from yahoo informing me that all websites made in geocities will be closed.  So I took one last look at the site I made back in 2nd year HS.  It was supposed to be my personal website for my 2nd year section, but it became a links page for Neopets freebies.  Hahaha.  I had fun looking at the tagboard, the people and the subjects part of the website.  I had the most fun with the subjects part as I read the description I made for each subject.  Even back then, I was sarcastic (e.g. "Have fun in Chemistry with its happy long hours of laboratory work and its very easy tests.  How could you not fail in Chemistry when it's this fun?").  And even back in 2nd year, Ian already occupied internet space (e.g. "Single-sealed organisms or single-celled organisms, that's part of our lessons in Health.  For more information about Ma'am Makara's pronunciations, just ask Ian O. Palermo.").

It was also fun looking at the love teams back in high school.  I'm pretty sure almost all or if not all of the mentioned love teams are no longer relevant.

LOVE TEAMS:
Jesther and Geraldine
Arjay MJ
Melvin and Keith
Paul Sheen and Marnelle
Neil Mark and Jerese
Zachary and Kristy

Here's the About Delta portion:

"Delta is the first section of the second year Pure Science Curriculum in MSU-IIT Integrated Developmental School.  There are two curriculums in 2nd year, the Pure Science  and the Applied Science, and both are science curriculums.  The sections in Pure Science are Delta and Epsilon while the sections in Applied Science are Zeta and Omicron.

        People think that the students in Delta are quiet and serious.  Some of us are serious (*cough*Lolo Jesther*cough*) but most of us are not serious.  There are times when all of us are serious, like studying for an upcoming test or just copying the homework of other people.  Another thing, we are not quiet.  Well, maybe some of us are quiet but many of us are really very noisy.  Why is Delta noisy?  Fact is that many of the noisy people from the different sections in 1st year have merged into Delta.  I think that's all that I can say of my beloved section and hope you enjoyed what I wrote."

---> The way I wrote was so immature.  But then, weren't all of us very immature back then?

Oh yeah, the guestbook contained lots of very amusing entries like:

"What is your name?

ian_soy_f8_k8

Please enter your comments?

wla lang...soysoy love neil mark
ian love marnelle
faith love ------
keith love sr ayop"

"What is your name?

emma despi

What is the title of your website:

florante at laura

Where are you from?

bisong sa akong mama [buang :))]

Please enter your comments?

day angeli, musta man"

"What is your name?

ian

Where are you from?

palermo

Please enter your comments?

hello....i would like to greet my classmates in ateneo...lav ya.." [wah Ian, ako na nuon ang na-Ateneo. hahaha]

senior's syndrome?

I've been catching up with high school friends the past few days.  One common topic in our conversations is on what will happen to us after we graduate.  We can't help but talk about it - we're already 20 or turning 20, and many of us will graduate in a year's time.  That reality just seems so near.  I don't want to think about it yet.  I don't want to.

Do You Remember 01: Kinason

Memories that make one smile or laugh :D


Kadumdum pa mo atung magsturyahay ta sa high school na walay limtanay pagdako natu?  Basta naabot ta ug sturya kanang dako na kunuhay ta dayun ang mahitabu kay successful na kunuhay kaayo ang usa dayun makatagbo dayun ug usa na tindera or tindero na lang diay sa merkado.

Kadumdum lang ko ani kay gatabi mi ni Kara.  Ana ko niya na walay limtanay maskin matindera na ko ug isda.  Naabot dayun mi atung si Jepoy mamaligya na lang ug kinason.  Hahaha.  Wala lang.  Nalingaw lang ko sa kinason :))

Play By The Rules

If you comment on this blog I will:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favourite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.

that ym bug again...

Don't you just get annoyed of receiving YM messages such as this one?

"Hey , been a while since I found something this awesome. It let me drop 21 pounds in two weeks and only cost me 5 bucks. Check it out here http://wadebake.com"

One Good Day Coming Up!

So I was not able to catch the service bus today.  Good thing my father drove me to Fuentes, up to the point where cars are able to pass through.  While I was walking across the makeshift bridge, I saw the bus (because there's a smaller bus on the other side that drives workers to the company) moving away.  Gah!  I don't know why I did not decide to just pay a motorcycle driver for a ride up to the company.  I just decided to walk up the stairs, lugging my laptop backpack with me.  It turned out to be a tiring walk O_O  Did I mention that those stairs also had the 14 stations?  It seems I need to have penitence early in the morning

rainy days and mondays, and agus bridge broke down

This day has got to be the most interesting work day so far.  I doubt I can have this experience if I had my OJT in Manila.

Early this morning, someone planted bombs in the bridge in Barangay Buru-un (the one we have to cross if we want to go to Ozamis City, Linamon, Timoga, or in my case, the company where I work).  Others said the blast was even heard in the part of the city where I’m residing.  I was probably too asleep because I never recall hearing any bomb blast (Baka sanay na sa terrorist training? Joke! Di ako terrorist. Hahaha).

I first heard this while I was onboard the company bus.  My father did not have an inkling this happened because I had to hear it from someone else (OT: He did not even know that Uni City got bombed until I asked him about it the day it happened).  The bridge was deemed unfit for vehicles to pass through so we had to get off the bus and wait to walk across it instead.  Other people were also lining up to cross the bridge.  While lining up, I happened to meet my high school friend Hanilyn (that’s one more high school classmate I’ve seen since I arrived here).

We had to wait for an hour just to be able to cross the bridge.  They only let 5 people cross it at a time, for fear that it might collapse if too many people walk across the bridge.  Others opted to ride pump boats to be able to cross the bridge because they were too tired to wait.  At first the rate was P10/person but it later increased to P20/person (Supply and demand in action!).  It was interesting to observe everything that was happening while I waited to get across:

- The mayor was there busy doing mayor-ly stuff.  He even rode the pump boat for I-don’t-know-what reason.

- The person in charge of letting people through was visibly agitated.  He was shouting stuff like: people should only line in the middle area; those in the sides should go away lest an ambulance run over them, and the only ones who can be seen is him (kay gwapo daw siya) and the other authorities; the highway said that people can no longer cross the bridge (He meant DPWH, but I find it funny because it’s as if he’s saying it’s the inanimate object that is the highway who’s giving the command); then a minute later he says people can cross the bridge K.

- The reporters I first saw enter the site were foreigners.  ABS-CBN arrived later, then followed by Bombo Radyo.

After all the waiting, it was finally my turn to cross the bridge.  They gave me a wooden stick as my ticket.  While crossing, I took pictures of where the damage was (Too bad I left my USB connector back in the dorm, so I can’t upload my pictures).

What an interesting day to start the week!

On the other hand, we need to be vigilant during these times.  So watch out for those papaya bombs!