Our Aplaya

I love Fridays because the next day is Saturday, because it's the last day of school for the week, because we are dismissed an hour earlier and a lot, lot more.

I celebrated my Friday a bit different from my usual Fridays. I went to the aplaya with Joyce first. When she was about to leave, I met my classmates, my former classmate and my schoolmates. The experience was so exciting. See, the aplaya is our hang-out. It is where we can express our emotions, shout our feelings, laugh out loud and sing at the top of our lungs.

Our aplaya changed, a lot. There were no more metal poles that we could throw pebbles at but there were crowds of people, people on bicycles, vendors and kids that play tag. I never understood why people disliked urbanizing rural areas. For me, urbanization is an
indication of progress. That was what I thought. It does hurt seeing your usual, windy, grassy and tranquil hang-out turned into a construction site then into a sports complex with people on bikes, vendors in stalls and strangers strolling by the bay. Not that I don't want to share our aplaya but I hate to see it like the Luneta, very crowded and known.

Our aplaya used to be grassy and pebbly. I always found difficulty walking in there because of the stones. Dust never forgot to get in my eyes when I go there. And when you stay there until dark, the moon will be the only thing to illuminate your path.

It is sad to see things like that happen. But there is no way for changes to stop happening.

Because "The only thing constant in life is change"- François de la Rochefoucauld.

"See the blue stuff by the horizon? That's Laguna bay."-Joyce

School, School

I haven't blogged since classes began. School's torturing us. Instead of teachers coming to our classroom, students find the teachers' respective rooms.

We have different schedules everyday which mean we take different paths every day. We come from the first floor then to the fourth floor, then to the third floor, then to the second floor, then back to the first floor then to the fourth floor. Well, that's not really the schedule we follow but it looks something like that. Together with our heavy and bulky bags, we hike to our classrooms where our teacher awaits. Each day our school looks like in its first day where hundreds of students try to find their classrooms. But somehow I'm getting used to it. I'm getting used to climbing a flight of stairs with my heavy bag then gasp for air in the room.

I find this system exciting, especially during our first week. Searching for your respective classroom is fun when doing it with your beloved classmates. And I mean it.

I haven't blogged for a long time now. My blog views are decreasing compared to my views during the summer. I'm really busy doing a pile of homeworks. I noticed that I'm starting to work harder than last year. I do my homeworks everyday and try to learn my Math. Well, that observation was taken last week. I'm starting to slack again. Haha.

I really miss II-Euler (I even wrote "II-Euler" [instead of "III-Feynman" ] on my quizzes four times!). I know that my classmates are almost the same as last year but I really miss my life back there, where I go easy on things and seem problem-less. I miss the way we treat each other comfortably and with no difficulty. If I only I could go back, I'd fix the things that made it turn like this.