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Our school is now celebrating Linggo ng Wika, a week dedicated to our national language, Filipino.

Within this week we will be doing all sorts of activities. Each batch is assigned a certain festival for which they will present a dance. Our batch’s festival is the Panagbenga, or the flower festival (in Baguio). We have quite an exciting dance prepared with plenty of stunts and props.

Besides dancing, there will also be group contests for singing and reciting poems. For the singing portion my class chose the song “Sandalan” by 6Cycle Mind. We decided to give a story to the song by dividing the class into different stereotypes (geeks, jocks, cheerleaders, etc.) but leaving out one person who plays the misfit new student.

Here are a few pictures from our rehearsal:

Guess who the misfit is!

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Today, our Filipino teacher returned the essay we wrote last week. SP has pretty high standards, so I was nothing short of ecstatic when he told me he liked what I’d written. I strayed from my usual style of writing, and I wasn’t sure if the new perspective I tried would sit well with him. My old essay style was very deep, dramatic, and serious. I decided to take a cue from my only Filipino writer idol, Bob Ong, and to write in a light, humorous, sarcastic way but still get valid and important points across. Anyway, the essay is in Tagalog, but I still want to share it here.=) Constructive criticism would be welcome, by the way. Hint hint! Haha! Edited to bring the mature language rating down.

PAKSA: MASARAP, MASAKIT UMIBIG. (kaugnay ng tekstong Sayaw sa Kalipay)
4 talata, 10 pangungusap/talata.

MASARAP, MASAKIT UMIBIG.
—R.A.V. Bambao, IV-Manganese

Grade 4: Unang beses kong “mainlab” sa pambatang paraan.
Grade 5: Unang beses kong maranasan ang break-up sa pambatang paraan.
Grade 6: Mga crush ko puro walang direksyong lalaki.
First Year: Malakas ang tama (crush lang) sa isang delingkwente.
Second Year: Nagmahal, pers taym. Naranasan ang break-up na seryoso, pers taym. Lampas apat na linggong palaboy-laboy na parang kaluluwang ligaw na tulong-tulo ang luha at sipon.
Third Year: Napipikon na sa mga lalaking walang direksyon.
Fourth Year: Natauhan (nadulas yata sa banyo at nabagok ang ulo sa inidoro) at nagpasyang tama na muna ang kalandian—si D (as in Draco Malfoy) at ang mga kapatid ko na lang ang magiging lalaki sa buhay ko.
Ang punto ng lahat ng ito ay…ahh, ano nga ba? Ah, yun! Hindi madaling pasukin ang mundo ng mga umiibig. Napapaisip ngayon ako kung bakit patuloy itong hinahangad ng mga tao.
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