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Saturday, August 4, 2007 ♥
2:21 AM

Life goes on....



The world will go on turning without you. You lose some, you win some. But the greatest gift you get are the lessons you learn along the way.



High school is merely a bit part of life. What you do next is what counts.



You leave.



You live.

De Villa, Lourdes Ursula O.


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2:08 AM

This is an inspiring story to all high school students...:

There was once a man walking by the seashore. It was low tide at that time of the day so that the shore looked like a star studded white velvet cloth spread out under the burning sun. So many star fish, unable to reach the safety of the water before the water subsided, were trapped in the sand.

The old man kept walking until he caught sight of a figure of a young boy bending down to picked up something and then running towards the sea and throwing what he just picked up. He walked closer to see what the kid was picking up and realized that it was a starfish. He silently watched as the kid ran back and forth picking up the and throwing one starfish at a time. Eventually, he became impatient and approached the boy.

"Young man"he asked,"why do you bother throwing the starfish back into the sea? There are millions of them on this shore. You can only do so much. It will not matter." The young man looked at the man for a moment and bent down to pich up another starfish, ran towards the waves, and threw it to the sea.

"It matters to that one."

De Villa, Lourdes Ursula O.

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1:53 AM

The universal brotherhood of man is our most precious possession, what there is of it.
By: Mark Twain

Student relationships become cold in what is supposed to be the annual event that unites the different levels in high school and departments, the High School Intramurals. But what was supposed to be healthy sports turns into a bitter rivalry among the different levels in high school that monopolizes the event turning it into a show rather than a competition.

This coldness to one another can be observed during the awarding day when results are almost always predicted accurately because the championship has been consistently won by one level alone. Every year becomes a futile effort for the other levels to win the championship and it will remain so unless steps will be made to ensure that the vied spot becomes possible to all and not just to one giant.

Lourdes Ursula O. De Villa