busy life

 Cleaning my room isn't just a chore; it's a process of organizing and revising my life. Similar to revising my 3I's (Inquiry, Investigation, Immersion) assignments, it requires planning, effort, and perseverance to achieve a tidy and clean environment. First, I organized my belongings by category – books, clothes, school supplies, and so on. This is like organizing information for my research paper, where systematic arrangement is necessary for easy retrieval and understanding. Organizing my things created more space and better airflow in my room.

While cleaning, I noticed things I no longer use. This is similar to revising my 3I's writings, where I remove unnecessary or outdated information. Discarding old papers, broken toys, and unwanted items gave me a feeling of freedom and lightness. It's like removing unnecessary details from my essays, which improves readability and understanding. Removing clutter resulted in a cleaner and more spacious room.

Ultimately, cleaning my room and revising my 3I assignments taught me the importance of organization, perseverance, and critical thinking. Organizing my belongings resulted not only in a clean room but also in a clear and organized mind. Both demonstrate productivity and appreciation for time and effort. This experience taught me a valuable lesson: orderliness is key to success, whether in academics or daily life.

A Night to Remember: Quenly 18th Debut

    It was an unforgettable night when we celebrated Quenly F. Faja's 18th birthday, our classmate from Grade 6. We were invited to her debut, held at her family home. From the moment we arrived, we were greeted warmly by her family. Their house, which we usually only saw from the outside, was transformed into a grand celebration. The decorations were beautiful, from the flowers to the lights that added a special sparkle to the entire place. The love and effort her family put into this special occasion were evident.

    As we celebrated, Quenly's happiness and excitement were undeniable. Her eyes shone with joy and gratitude for everyone who attended. The games and dancing brought much laughter and created happy memories. I still remember our conversations during dinner, the jokes, and the happy moments we shared. The presence of our classmates made the night even more special, showing their support and love for our friend. It was truly a night filled with love and friendship.

    In short, Quenly's debut was an experience I will never forget. It wasn't just a celebration of her 18th birthday, but also our friendship and camaraderie. The simple yet heartfelt nature of the event showed the true meaning of the celebration. Thank you to her family for inviting us and sharing their joy. I hope we'll have many more occasions to be together.

The Day I was Born in this World

My life began rollercoaster. First, my mother gave birth to me my mother said that she needed to have a cesarean because I couldn't be released in the womb of my mother and also my parents told me that when I was kid, I almost fell off a ceiling fan but luckily I didn't fall off. They also said to me that I was skinny because my mother was pregnant with their boss at the clothing factory, who was a Japanese man who always gave my mother food. When we flew here to Mindanao my parents decided to leave me to my grandparents because they'll be working that's why I'm not in my parent's arms but in the loving care of my grandparents. Years later, my parents brought me home. My earliest memories are filled with the comforting scent of their home, the rhythm of their routines, and their unwavering affection. They were my world, my protectors, my teachers, and my constant source of comfort. Their love filled any void I might have felt, creating a haven of safety and love.

    The elementary school brought new experiences. Although I admired dance, I chose academics. Science quizzes sparked a passion for discovery and rigorous research fostered a deep appreciation for learning. Math camp revealed the elegance of mathematics and enhanced my strategic thinking and problem-solving skills. These weren't just about the competition they were about personal growth and intellectual exploration. Also in my Elem, they always bully me in school other children said that my grandparents are ghosts that's why I always cry. In elementary school, I participated in school modeling and it was a confusing experience as I felt conflicted between my assigned gender and my own identity. 

    The high school presented challenges and triumphs. Joining the basketball team was pivotal. The camaraderie, training, and competition created cherished memories. Reaching second place in our final tournament was a highlight, not just for the win, but for the shared experiences, dedication, and strong bonds with my teammates. We pushed our limits, learned from victories and defeats, and formed lasting friendships. Now I have many memories but  I can't remember everything one thing I know is my adviser told me "No matter what happens in your college,  always fight and don't give up in your life just go into the flow.

In seventh grade, I realized I was bisexual also I was part of the LGBTQ+ community, and though I didn't know how to share this. I was also class president and once intervened in my classmate's fight and brought them to the guidance counselor.

    Now, at nineteen, as high school ends and college begins, I reflect on life's lessons. I anticipate challenges but embrace the excitement of this new phase. I hope to thrive, learn, and create new memories. Armed with the love of my grandparents, past lessons, and unwavering self-belief, I'm ready for whatever lies ahead. I hope this next chapter will be my best yet.

Exploring SG Farm : My Tupi journey

     

 My family's trip to SG Farm began with a fun but bumpy ride. The winding road with it's many hills and felt like a rollercoaster!. Dark clouds threatened rain as we arrived but luckily, the storm stayed away. We paid to enter and found ourselves on a beautiful and large farm.

The farm was lovely with neatly planted flowers and cute huts. It was so big! and I liked the unique swings but they looked a little too exciting for me. The breeze in the SG Farm is so nice. We took lot's of picture's and I suggested this is perfect for families to bonding  and feels very peaceful.

While taking pictures, a su
dden rain shower sent us to a cozy café. We got a table and ordered drinks. My cousins had hot chocolate and mint tea and I tried the hot chocolate it was delicious and warming! 

The mint tea was refreshing too as we talked and enjoyed being away from our phones until the rain stopped. Then we plan to go home because it's getting dark. I enjoyed SG Farm and want to go back someday. I bet it's even more beautiful at night. Even though we didn't stay long the fresh air and scenery made a big impression on me.

FIESTA TIME

 

    The vibrant energy of our town fiesta has brought an unexpected pause to the usual rhythm of school life. Today, the familiar sounds of classrooms and lectures are replaced by the festive music and lively chatter of the community celebration. This unexpected break offers a unique perspective on the balance between academic pursuits and the richness of our cultural heritage. While the absence of classes might initially feel like a disruption to our studies, it also presents a valuable opportunity for reflection and rejuvenation. The vibrant atmosphere of the fiesta serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of community and the diverse experiences that enrich our lives beyond the confines of the classroom.

    This unexpected day off allows for a much-needed respite from the intensity of academic demands. The pressure to perform well, to meet deadlines, and to maintain a high level of academic achievement can often lead to burnout and a sense of disconnect from the broader world. The fiesta, with its vibrant displays of community spirit and shared joy, offers a welcome counterpoint to the often solitary nature of academic pursuits. It's a chance to reconnect with friends and family, to participate in shared traditions, and to simply enjoy the present moment without the weight of academic responsibilities. 

    Ultimately, the unexpected holiday granted by the town fiesta serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of balance and perspective. It underscores the value of stepping away from the intensity of academic life to engage with the broader community and appreciate the richness of cultural experiences. This break allows for a renewed sense of energy and focus, preparing us to return to our studies with a refreshed perspective and a deeper appreciation for the interconnectedness of our lives. The fiesta, therefore, is not merely a day off from school but a valuable opportunity for personal growth and a strengthened connection to our community.

THE SCHOOL EVENT AS A HUMSS STUDENTS

    There were plenty of typical days this school year, but there were also some genuinely memorable ones. 
This day stood out, breaking away from the usual routine. Instead of our typical classrooms, we found ourselves in the mini-gym, buzzing with energy as we prepared for the upcoming school event. The air was thick with excitement and a bit of stress, as we felt the pressure of deadlines approaching. It was an electrifying mix of anticipation and nerves. My classmates tackled our shopping list head-on, cooperating like a well-oiled machine.

This day stood out, breaking away from the usual routine. Instead of our typical classrooms, we found ourselves in the mini-gym, buzzing with energy as we prepared for the upcoming school event. The air was thick with excitement and a bit of stress, as we felt the pressure of deadlines approaching. It was an electrifying mix of anticipation and nerves. My classmates tackled our shopping list head-on, cooperating like a well-oiled machine.
This day stood out, breaking away from the usual routine. Instead of our typical classrooms, we found ourselves in the mini-gym, buzzing with energy as we prepared for the upcoming school event. The air was thick with excitement and a bit of stress, as we felt the pressure of deadlines approaching. It was an electrifying mix of anticipation and nerves. My classmates tackled our shopping list head-on, cooperating like a well-oiled machine.

     A fun culinary experience was promised by our ambitious menu, which included delectable shawarma that evoked sunny Mediterranean days, creamy Milo pudding cups that reminded us of home, a quirky selection of squash juices with a Harry Potter theme, including Gryffindor pumpkin and Hufflepuff butternut squash, each color-coded for added flair, and the always popular pot cheese. In order to find the best ingredients while staying within our budget, we then embarked on a calculated trip to the local market. 

    I was responsible for bringing our ideas to life visually rather than cooking. I was responsible for designing our stall's appearance as the graphic designer. Hours flew by as I worked on my laptop, designing a fun logo featuring a cartoon shawarma with a tiny wizard's hat, putting together a menu that highlighted our unique dishes, and making eye-catching posters to attract customers. 
    Designing, printing, cutting, laminating, and carefully positioning stickers was a never-ending cycle. The process was often interrupted by the annoying quirks of a stubborn printer and the frantic search for the right-sized stickers. In the midst of all this creativity, errands piled up: rushing to the faculty room for supplies, desperately looking for a working stapler, and making countless trips to the printer.