Stories from My Garden: Chess

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Tuesday, May 10, 2016

DS with AHS Chess Team

Dinner in Brickfire after watching "Touch Me Deins" at the

Rizal Mini Theater with his Chess teammates...

Sunday, February 21, 2016

DS at UAAP Season 78 Chess Tournament

UAAP Season 78

at the De La Salle University Taft Campus...

ADMU vs NU...

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

DS's Medal from the AHS Chess Org. Tournament

Another great blessing for our DS...

Chess helps you to concentrate, improve your logic.
It teaches you to play by the rules and take responsibility for your actions,
how to problem solve in an uncertain environment.
Garry Kasparov

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

AHS PRADA Chess Champions

DS and his teammates -- from the official school website!

Chess is the gymnasium of the mind.
Lenin

Friday, October 5, 2012

DS's Chess Varsity Tournament

DS earned another feather in his cap when he made it to his school's Chess Varsity team.

So proud of you, M, and your new varsity shirt!

It's ONE BIG FIGHT! :)

Chess is everything - art, science, and sport. Karpov

God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced;
but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed --
but little thought
What wealth the show to me
had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)