Signed, Sealed, Delivered.

Life isn't really a constant. On the contrary, it's a variable-- unknown and mysterious. You have to solve for it on your own or with the help of trusty calculators.

Our lives are also signed; sometimes, we get the negative ones, and sometimes, we get the positive ones. But nevertheless, we don't need to worry. There's always this thing called the Law of Transposition wherein we can change the signs to positive and/or negative. The Lord will always give us the replacement set. All we have to do is to elucidate the perfect equation which will result to the correct solution set.

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Oppa-rationalizing Math!

Wow. 299, 599, 841 views!

Isn't it amazing to know that a person could affect a lot of people? And by a lot, I mean the entire race of humanity; and I didn't even need to exaggerate. I mean, Psy has done one song-- which barely makes sense to the rest of the world aside from Koreans-- and a dance craze, and the Earthlings have been heavily influenced by it?

Exhibit A.

They even made one for Batman!

Like a dance craze, Math is greatly influential, not only to students, to teachers, to engineers, or to accountants, but to everyone. It brings the world change (I'm not saying this for the sake of the project). Math gives you something new to be crazy about-- you become delusional, and sometimes, your level of insanity reaches its maximum level and so, you decide to pass it on to seek help or, as Pisayanos, to spread expert knowledge.

Oppa Gangnam Style!

Disclaimer: The gif images used are not mine. They have been grabbed from this blogger.

Power in Numbers Will Save Us All

Above are the first three installations of the Lorien Legacies series. I have been rooting on to the books ever since I have read the first one, I Am Number Four. Actually, I'm the book type of girl, not the movie-ish. But because Alex Pettyfer and Diana Agron are both stunningly gorgeous, I believe my former statement is debatable.

Now, I would like to rant on the usage of numbers on the books. There are nine (and later on, it was discovered that there are ten sorry for spoiling) of them, who are called as Gardes, from Lorien. They are given powers, called Legacies, for them to use to save their home planet which is under hibernation for the reason that it was abducted by the Mogadorians, aliens from their rival planet. Now, the Gardes are supposed to be trained by their Cepans for them to be prepared to fight the Mogadorian leader, Setrakus Ra.

Also, they will be killed in order. Like Number One was killed in Malaysia, Number Two in England, and Number Three in Kenya. John Smith is next seeing as he is Number Four. They must not be killed in any other order because of a charm. The Mogs will hurt themselves otherwise.

You see, in Math you can never interchange one thing for another. In a simpler example, if you interchange five and six, you're dead. And in a somehow more complex situation, you cannot find the circumference of a circle if you use the formula for finding the surface area.

Power in numbers will save us all.

You have to love his smug (not to mention, flawless) face!

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INA 2012

This weekend's highlight: Penafrancia Fiesta.

My parents, my great grandparents, my great, great grandparents, my great, great, great *insert some more greats* grandparents have been devotees of Ina for as long as I can remember. They would be tasked to decorate Ina's andas and Ina herself. I remember very vaguely, when I was little, I would watch them cut flower stems (I remember stargazers being one of the flowers) and arrange them skillfully.

Every year, I would be looking forward to the dawn processions. Here, only women are allowed to carry Ina around the city-- barefooted. My mother and her mother would stay up late at night to decorate. They would finish at around one in the morning. From there, they would bring the andas to the Cathedral where a mass is held. After the mass, the women will carry Ina around Naga on their shoulders (often accompanied by praying of the rosary) without shoes. This happens at around three thirty until four thirty in the morning.

This year is extra special because this is the first time that I have experienced pagpasan of Ina. I have joined the processions before, but I have not experienced the thrill of carrying Ina and being suffocated with woman hair and flower pollen. I have never felt so claustrophobic before! Anyway, upon reaching the Cathedral doors, I pulled out because an old woman wanted to carry Ina also.

After the procession, my mother told me that she was about my age (or younger) when she first started her devotion. And so was my sister. I realized that like in Math, our faith in Ina will never end because it is a circle, a wheel (lessons on geometry have brought me this)-- unending, infinite and eternal. In numbers, there will always be succeeding numbers to follow. In analogy to real life, there will be next generations to come and take over when the veterans are gone. Like equations with variables, we are able to substitute the elders of the community with the youth. In this case, the type of equation used is an identity equation because Ina's love is always equal to the love Ina has before, no matter what permissible number  who is in place-- sinner or saint.

Muddy Feet

"Come on in! The water's perfect!"
Perfectly dirty, that is.

Viva la Variables Virgen!

Surprise, surprise!

Eme 2k18 Girls :)

In my first weeks in Pisay, I was a little bit insecure and unsure of myself. Am I really worthy to be here? Actually, I did not plan to study here. Not ever. I was practically forced to take the entrance exam. And then bam, I passed. Then stories about Philippine Science High School came. Some of the alumni I know said that here, my skills will be honed. Here, I will be prepared for stuff that is usually done in college, blah blah blah. But the most frequent thing that they told me though is that this school is challenging. Wow, that's normally not scary but, yeah. I got goosebumps.

As we went through the first weeks, I have come to realize that entering this school is not a joke. You have to wake up early, as early as five in the morning (or when you hear Lead Me, Lord from the Boys' Dormitory), and wait for Ma'am Alma to open the waters. You have to wait for your turn to use the shower cubicles. Also, bearing with the annoying voice of a lady (whether it's Try again, please, or if you're lucky, Verified!) from the fingerprint scanner in the cafeteria, and the somehow challenging lessons given by our duly-respected teachers that you have to endure.

During the afternoon, waiting for the G-Dorm to open is another story. It's either you loiter with some friends at the G-Wall, play footsal, volleyball, badminton, or the local Charge! with your schoolmates, and/or visit the library.

Now that I have spent almost three months in Pisay, I can say that the word 'challenging' is not scary. It is not scary at all. On the contrary, it's fun. In shorter terms, challenging is fun. Conclusion: Pisay is fun! Though ups and downs may occur and we may not get the best at all times, the thing is, the experience will be the best.

So,  yeah. I'm currently enjoying Philippine Science High School - Bicol Region Campus. And I hope that I still will (though I'm pretty sure of it) for the whole duration of my six-year stay here.