just chillin'

Rebirth? hmm... beats me..

2005-07-20T01:05:00.000-07:00

Well it seems like i'm back again. After being dormant for like two months.

Well, nothing's changed. I'm back in school again, this time as a struggling junior. Wait... i'm not yet struggling... better be: a Care-free, "hakuna matata" individual...

Well, i've got new subjects to deal with. Like Lingguistics, reading process, mass media, literary criticism, the drama and the novel....

Of all these subjects the novel is the most tasky. Yup, it requires a lot of reading. But the chosen books are nice and fun to read. Such as one hundred years of solitude, name of the rose and twelve more of four-hundred pages.

Speaking of which....ahh.. hm.... i think i have to read....so this is all for now!

Ciao!

Postflood...

2005-05-28T02:20:00.000-07:00

Don't you hate it when some stupid moron flood posts on the bulletin board? (friendster). Well, i do. I used to do it, but the thought that i might end up being called "ksp" came hitting like a stone. But hey, isn't that the whole point? The reason for posting hundreds of such is to attract attention. Well, it doesn't only slow down the process of netsurfing but i also think it is a big waste of resource. One may post a compose over and over a hundred times until it is the only post that occupies the first page, but the odds that all of it will be read is ... Zero. Why can't people realize that???

battle royale

2005-05-23T01:09:00.000-07:00

I was finally able to grab a cd of the movie a friend of mine was crazy about: "Battle Royal". A japanese movie set on a not-so-far dystopic future. Because of the uncontrollable growth of population, japan's economy went down and unemployment rate went up. Teens at this time mock adults and almost one-fourth drop out of school. Desperate for change, the government passed an act called the "BR" act in which each year a randomly selected highschool class will be "kidnapped" and left in an island to kill each other until one survives. Each student equipped with weapons from the most convenient : guns, granades, crossbows, sickle, knives to the most outrageous ones: potlids, binoculars, fans and etc.

The movie, though graphic in content is not categorized as an action movie but rather a drama. Thus, was controversial when released last 2000. It's actually based from a novel.

It's really a good movie. Imagine killing your classmates and friends and girlfriend/boyfriend? what would you feel? what would you do since you don't have any choice but to kill or be killed?
I can't exactly define the movie so better watch it.

Midnight Mishap

2005-04-21T21:08:00.000-07:00

Late last night, i found myself unable to sleep at exactly 11:47 pm. I think i owe the insomnia to the two packs of "extra joss" i drank. So, i braved myself to go out of the room and into the dark, unlit sala. Turned the t.v. on and when there was nothing interesting to watch, i scoured the cabinet for cd's. "Cheaper by the dozen" i think i want to watch this. Let's see how a family of 12 kids and parents survive amid their number. Finally, though the movie is not that hilarious it was funny and it has kept me pre-occupied.

Later that evening. My mom just got back from the market ( since, we don't have a maid anymore ), and after putting the goods into the ref she boiled the fish intestines, a lot of 'em, so that the foul smell would ward off if disposed later. However, she left them to cool and forgot about the matter.

So on i go, watching the movie when ...WHAM!!! A sound of fallen pots blew out loud. I must admit, i was kinda scared for fear of seeing a ghost. Still i checked it out. To my utter dismay, i found out that the intestines were scattered all over the floortiles because a cat got in through the open window and spilled it. ARRGHH! that darn cat! Though the intestines were already boiled, it still stinked. And worse, i have to clean the whole mess. I thought of leaving it as is and pretend that i was already asleep at the time if my parents finds it out the following morning. But i didn't. I guess i'll just have my share of help this time. So, left, right, left. I mopped and brushed it. Imagine me with the tools in my left hand and the other hand covering my nose and mouth to prevent vomit. Whew! it took me 30 minutes. And after i regained the squeaky-clean disposition of our floor, my back was already aching and so i decided to go to my room and returned to sleep. It just took me 4 minutes to get back to dreamland...zzzzzzzz!!!!!

disappearing acts

2005-04-12T20:53:00.000-07:00

Yesterday when i got home, i was mortified finding out that, again for the nth time, our household helper sneaked out and is never going back. I kept on pondering as to why everytime we have someone working for us, they never last for a couple of weeks. Beside the fact that nobody's gonna do our chores any longer but me, my "lakwatsa", chore-free days again will profess its limited lifespan.

Analyzing, i came up with the following reasons:

1. Maybe because my mom is very keen when it comes to keeping things clean and in-order.
But, in defense i don't really think there's too much work to be done in our house for the fact that everything ( chores, i mean ) can be done in just one click of a button.
2. Maybe because the peacefulness of our neighborhood bores them.
3. Or is it just that they have a secret someone that they don't want to talk about and they eloped.

In a year, my parents strive to find trustworthy household helps but end in vain. In a year, a matter of three to four household helpers come and go. So you could just imagine the many people in and out of our house.

Now, with the yet again disappearance of our maid, It leaves me no choice but to give up my "lakwatsa" time and sacrifice it for the time that i'll spend attending our houseneeds.

What a bummer!

summer memories

2005-04-09T05:34:00.000-07:00

Back during schooldays, i anticipate about summer a lot. But now, how i wish it's schooldays again. It's not yet the peak of summer and the season's just startin but i really want to go back to school. Why? maybe because i'm not doin anythin much. I'm spending every second of my summertime at home. My daily routine: Sleep, eat, watch t.v... and it goes on and on like i existed only to do such. A few years back, i count the days on the calendar until i count to march. Summertime. Yippee! I wait all year for this season. This is the time of the year when my "barkada" comes home from dumaguete, manila and from where they are studyin. Unfortunately, i'm the only one in our gang who's left here in our city. So, this is the time for get-togethers, strolling in the city, going to beaches, trekking and any fun stuff that would add to our memory bank..

But now, i feel some bitterness about it. My "barkada" broke up because of some immature reasons. We were oh so happy then, until we grew up and found some flaws in each and everyone. Until the time came that we questioned our friendship and finally after months of not minding each other, we decided to let it go. I tried patchin' things up after awhile but they were just not interested anymore. Thay already have their own group of friends now and i have mine too. Summer's just quite reminding me of those happy, care-free days that we used to spend together. It affects me in a way that i still hope that we could all talk things out and reconsider our once fruitful, yet short lived friendship.

Good luck to me

2005-03-20T21:47:00.001-08:00

Sometime ago, during the near-end of classes, i remember this....

Teacher: Tell me a good reason why i should let you pass this class (psychology).

Me: Because i actually learned a lot from this subject. Before, i thought that this only deals with crazy people but was proved wrong. Psychology is a very broad subject to study and is very interesting since it actually studies the human psyche, the rationality of a person, his thoughts and studying psychology would enable us to understand a character's personality and justify his relative actions. ;->

All seven of us : late comers and mga "absenot" of this class, used our charms to the nth power to convince our teacher not to give us a grade of 5. there is nothin wrong with the teacher and the subject is average. just that it's scheduled 7:30 in the morning. too early. So a lot of us, often comes in at 8:30, in my case i don't come in anymore because i thought that it would be insulting to the teacher. So oftentimes, since he gives quizzes before the lecture, we fail to take 'em. Thus, a lot of us gets zero in it. However i did learn a lot. So in addition, i justified that:

Me: psyche really helped me achieve high grades in my majors because it helped me in analyzing the persona or the characters/speaker of the story in subjects such as short story and poetry.

I do have high grades in those subects. I'm always called by the teachers to recite.

So on we went bluffing to convince the teacher not to fail us. Blah! Blah! Blah!

And the teacher said:

Teacher: Good luck!

And portrayed a big... fat... smile!

Now what does that mean?

boring blog

2005-03-10T20:48:00.000-08:00

I just realized that this blog is dead boring....... yep. all words. okay. i'll post pics later........

GO 'PINAS!!!!!

2005-03-10T20:10:00.000-08:00

We have proved agin that the philippines can reach higher heights. That we are capable of many things.
Have you seen the news lately ? Yes. We, again have proved to the rest of the world that we ARE great people.
I bet you don't have a single clue of what i'm talkin about.
think!think!think!
Yes.... you guessed it right. I'm talkin about our latest ACHIEVEMENT as a country.
yes....HURRAH! HURRAH! We have now elated our spot.
Wasn't it just a year ago that we were on the fifth spot?
Now we've climbed the round stairs even further.
At last! we're number two.

Number two.... for being the most corrupt countries in the world. YEHEY!!!!
Won't this make us love our government more?
ANG SAYA! SAYA!

Sidetrip: Dumaguete

2005-02-27T19:56:00.000-08:00

TOOT! TOOT! Attention all passengers, we are now approaching the port of Dumaguete….
I yawned, stretched out and hurriedly prepared myself after turning and tumbling in my bunker bed. I must have slept for an hour or so. The weary four-hour bus trip from Ozamis to Dipolog exhausted all my vigor and energy. Why? When I was just sitting all the time? Exactly. When you’re doing nothing, don’t you get tired? The whole ferry trip lasted for four hours. But I didn’t instantly felt the tiredness the moment I stepped onto the ferryboat. Maybe, I just don’t want to miss a thing about the whole journey. Tired as I am, I decided to jam with my companions. Sing, eat, play cards and talk about nothing in particular, pre-occupied me for the time being. But alas! The moment came when I can no longer bear the weariness. When nothing can keep my stressed physique to long for the comforts of the not-so comfortable bunker bed. Thus, with nothing I can do, I succumbed to the call of my aching back. Yes, I laid down and slept.
Climbing down the stairs of the ferryboat, the clearness of the water down below is noticeable despite the darkness of the late evening. However, Iligan’s pier is wider and cleaner than as I have observed. Walking towards the exits of the pier, my heavy bag that I was carrying plus the haggardness I felt made it inevitable for me to walk even further. But the fact that we have already arrived at our destination fueled me to reach the tricycles waiting for us. Then, something caught my eye. Tiny, sparkling, luminous lights outlined the bay lines at the far left of the pier. “Must be the famous Rizal boulevard”, I mumbled. Soon, the extreme tiredness was changed into a sudden gush of excitement as we all zoomed to where we will be staying for the rest of the trip, to Y.M.C.A. lodging house, the official residence of the class.
As the night falls, we all fell into slumber, resting and summing up energy to suffice for tomorrow’s activities.

Good morning! Cheerful voices filled the corridors. After tidying ourselves, we excitedly explored the streets of the city. Our first itinerary, meeting up Prof. Edith L. Tiempo. A critically acclaimed national artist for creative writing. And, author of numerous short stories and poems. Of course, empty heads are sometimes the result of empty stomachs. Thus, we sumptuously took our breakfast at the Silliman University cafeteria.
We pushed one another childishly into the office of Mrs. Tiempo. Excited as we all are, nervousness and shyness kicked in. Who won’t anyway? After all that she is. “ikaw una ba?” One said. ”dili ko, ikaw lang, please?” was the reply of the other. The feeling was very awkward. With no choice but to get inside, we we’re all silenced for fear of bad impressions about us. There she was. Sitting on her chair at the corner of the room. “Come, come, make yourselves comfortable” she offered. As we all sat, I situated myself at her right to furthermore hear everything that she will speak about. The conversation was spontaneous. We only had the chance to raise four questions. But all she answered satisfyingly. Intelligence is conveyed in every word she says. We we’re all dazzled about her ability to speak. Like luring us into her deep, sensible world. Amazing us of her works. Sadly, our one-hour schedule with her is nearing its end. Thanking her for giving us the opportunity, we offered her a gift from Iligan. A malong which was made of Indonesian silk and Iligan’s pride; Cheding’s peanuts. We all felt satisfied about her reaction upon seeing the wrapped item. She was like a young girl excitedly opening a big present, and was wowed when she found a life-size doll. ”Thank you, thank you” Her thanks were incessant. And ours was also. As we went out of the building, our nervousness calmed down. At last, that’s how it is meeting with her.

Our next agenda was to tour the Silliman University. And thus, we did.
Silliman University, the oldest church in the Philippines is located, of course in the said city. It is a university known for its excellence in performing arts, communication arts, nursing and more. Also, the vast landscaped area of the campus is an attraction among the many students. But for me, its conduciveness for learning is what I really like.
On the following days of the trip. We still toured the Silliman campus. Our first stop, the library. The Silliman library is by-far the biggest library I have been to. Actually it is the largest in Asia when it comes to the number of acquisitions, according to the tour guide. It is a three-storey building, fully airconditioned and divided into many sections. The library has a very nice feel. And the librarians were kind enough to let us in. There lay many books to read. They also have a cyber-library where students can use internet and cd-rom for their research. The library also has a collection of properties of Silliman’s famous people and as well of a sultan of Borneo. After the library, we went to the Luce auditorium. It is a mini CCP and it is where plays and productions are oftenly held. Unfortunately, we were not able to get inside. However, we satisfied ourselves by taking tons of picture. Talk about camera-friendly people. Then we walked around the campus and visited the buildings. There was the guy hall, “kalayaan” hall and the likes. All, exemplify architecture of the old Spanish times.
Then, on the remaining times, we explored the city of Dumaguete. We went to lee plaza, buying “pasalubongs” and a lot of stuff. We went to “handumanan”, a handicraft store, and many attractions. But the most place we have been to is the boulevard. We spend our late evenings, staring at the blurry sea on the vast horizon. Dreaming, talking, enjoying the cold-breeze of the air and the splash of specks of waves on our faces are just some of the things that we do there. We also visited the night spots of the city. Geographically, a lot of which are located around the vicinity of the boulevard.
Eat, eat, eat! As we are all food trippers, we did not fail to visit the city’s famous restaurants. From fast food to japanese food to chicken barbecue to “lugaw” and more, much more. Depriving our appettites of palatable cuisines was just not our thing. Also, we met up with some of our old classmates in highschool who were studying in Silliman. Meeting up with them also contributed to our glorious and fun-filled stay at Dumaguete.

Unfortunatley, All good things must come to an end. As we packed our bags and geared up for home, we all had gathered our own poignant memoirs that could last for a lifetime. Friendship and camaraderie are just some of the things that we developed in a romantic city, teeming with natural wonders, with a nostalgic aura and gentle and friendly people that is.......Dumaguete.

soon-to-be-demoralized

2005-02-24T20:09:00.000-08:00

arrghh!!!! stupid P.E. class.... Guess what? P.E. festival in our school ic coming near. And, as a student of a p.e. 2 class, which, by the way, the course description is dance, i'm gonna dance. With the entire class, that is. I don't find anythin wrong in dancing, and i know how to dance. It's just that we're gonna dance: "wag diyan, may kiliti ako diyan". Yup you read it right. WHY IN THE WORLD? Our teacher picked the tune coz she says it's for the sake of fun and amusement. damn her! She's making us one big laughing stock. All of us went to hell when we knew!!!!! talk about embarrassment!!!!!!! I'm gonna get demoralized!!!!!

A PARADOX

2005-02-20T00:56:00.000-08:00

The philippines is in peril. It has long been. And our government is not doing anything to better the situation.

I saw in a newspaper our president being prayed over by different heads of the Christian league. how many times will she keep doing that? First it was the Iglesia ni Cristo, then the SDA. There was even a time that she courted the muslims. Every pray overs that she did were published. And that in every picture of hers in having been done so, all seems the same. The same facial expression: Blunt, insincere and superficial. I don't see any difference in everything that she does. Sorry for those who are pro-GMA, but she's not doing enough. She is not even doing anything. All she cares about is how to look good in front of the elites, infront of the upper class. When supposedly her main consent is the poor, the oppreseed, the majority. But still, i'm not gonna give her all the faults. After all, it still takes two to tango, right?

Thus this brings me to the conclusion that, we, the people are also to be blamed about how disgusting the present plight of our country is. Don't get me wrong . I definitely am not ashamed to be filipino. I am proud. However, i am already cynical when it comes to this matter. I don't see any hope nor have seen one since i existed.

The philippines is undergoing every crisis there is. And what do we, people, do to help? Nothing. Except for the fact that we feast on every sex video there is, pry on the lives of our favorite artista's and spend expensively on internet just so that we could fish-out a kind, manipulated, deceived foreigner to take us away from economic and financial despair. And we even have the gutts to say that we are smart. That we are better than our neighboring asian countries. That the filipinos are great people. And that we should be proud of our greatness. Hello? do we hear ourselves say that? Worse, are we that STUPID not to be aware of the awful truth there is? Are those things the new standard for greatness? For smartness? Come on! we're making ourselves a complete,total,walking,speaking hypocrites.

It's time for us to get up from our deep slumber. It's time to make a change. I know, easier said than done. But I do not mean to go out on the street, revolting. Every little change for the better is still a big help and a fresh start. Let's start bit by bit, baby step by baby step. Drastic measures are..well...drastic. Just being aware of what's going on can spark a lot of inspirations and enlightenment. Take me as an example: I'm young, ( am i hip? maybe, depends) a partyphile, an outgoing person and likes to check out what's the new fad there is. But, i watch the news. And from that i bring it up to a point that i could share some insights about a certain issue in our class or to a friend. Yes, most of the time i talk about nothing-in-particular but i also have the time to talk ( or write) about the things that should be given concern with. From there, i know and i will grow. Nope, do not be afraid. It's totally not "uncool".

If, every single one of us starts to make even just a simple twist of our everyday lives for the better, from there, this will eventually radiate to everyone. Though not rapidly but at least it will. Once, we were all cynical about the situation of the philippines. But perhaps through such, our cynicism will finally evolve into meliorism. However slow and dragging the process maybe, still we find hope and still it would eventually lead to a better something. Change, change, change. We all say that. But do we do that? This is the time. Let's not take one giant leap into it, for if it is hurried, the outcome will be unsatisfying. Let's just take our fare share of baby steps. We can and we will make a change. Though the effects would not be felt nor be visible at this lifetime, but eventually it will, for the benefit of the next generation.

laziness strikes...again?

2005-02-08T01:55:00.000-08:00

Im back to blogging again.

After realizing that this thing actually exercises and improves ones writing prowess.

I don't know, these past few days ( or weeks, rather) laziness struck me so hard that i almost cut a lot of my classes.

But, hey! my grades aren't spelunking (err, pardon the term, the spelling, and everything that goes along with the word ).

Warning: a cliche question...... When will i take my studies seriously?

or

When will i ever grow up?

Questions only i could answer.

Things that only i can do about.

problems only i have the answer.

It's all in me.

I am the problem.

And yes, i am well aware of it.

About everything that i should be doing.

and that i should do it.

Responsibilty.

A word worn out in use, but devoid of it's true meaning.

As for me, i know the truth that lies behind the word.

just that i'm afraid.

afraid to grow.

be left out.

afraid of responsibiulity.

and most of all,

afraid to be me...........

New year's resolution.....Not!

2005-01-01T22:09:00.000-08:00

They say, promises ARE meant to be broken. So, why the hell should it even exist in the first place? Promises and new year's resolution are two inter-related words and phrases. You have to promise to follow the resolution that you made for yourself. Because if you don't, then why in the whole world did you have a new year's resolution?

People makes resolution every new year to start a "new life". Now, why did i say "make" not "made"? Because, if people have made resolutions to better their existence or to serve some purpose in this damned world of ours, then, the earth should have been a better planet to live.

What i'm stressing out here is that people makes resolution just to ride the incoming of the new year. New year, new life. It's the focal point of every resolution. But the big question is... Do they follow it? Hmmm. Beats me.

So, why should resolutions exist, or why does it STILL exist even if it's not followed?

Simple: It's just to make a complete fool of everyone....

The Other Side of Christmas

2004-12-26T01:04:00.000-08:00

Like that of a coin,
christmas has two sides.
the predominant good,
and the barely noticed bad.

Well, what do you know?
Do you really know?
How did i know?
and why do i say so?

See, im no cynic,
nor bitter about it.
I love christmas,
like all of us does.

It just so happen
that i'm a vain man.
I hate dirt on my face,
nor on any part of me.

We stay damn late
on christmas eve.
Wait 'till midnight
before we start the feast.

We eat a lot of sweets,
drink a lot of drinks,
Celebrate! celebrate!
We merry until we're weary.

I did all those,
partey! partey!
Ended up at three
woke up at three.

Until....Egad!
There sprouted on my cheek
itsy bitsy dots of pink.
What is it?

Is it allergy?
No, it sure aint.
Is it chicken pox?
No, it much sure aint.

Then, I figured it out,
Simple: Lack of sleep
plus fatty foods
equals...Pimples!

See? Christmas is not all fun
It also has an other side.
The good and the bad,
like that of a coin.

What the hell did i just write?
gutom lang ito.
makakain nga......
hehehe!! Snicker, snicker!!!!!

spirit of christmas

2004-12-23T05:50:00.000-08:00

Street kids belting old christmas tunes in a manner by which only them could appreciate. Sparkling, shimmering lights that brightens the then-dull night of the city scape. Santas, belens and reindeers that comes along with it. Plus, the cold freezing breathe of air that seeps from our skin to our bones.

It really is Christmas season.........

5:oo pm. I was watching a cartoon in a local network by myself in our house. My siblings are all out, went strolling in the city, maybe buying presents for someone i'm not supposed to care or maybe just for themselves. And my parents as well who went shopping for their "inaanaks" and some groceries for the noche buena. Had it been a very boring afternoon if it weren't for the "cream-o" cookies that i have been eating that made that afternoon more or less, ok. I was very full ( since i ate like three packs. I think? yes, i have an amazing appetite ) and was almost about to fall into a nap when three kids paraded and stopped just directly into our gate. Started singing: "kasadya ning takna-a"... and so forth until Joy to the world..... It would have been a so-so performance. I imagined if it was in american idol, Simon Cowell would have said... a blunt, boring: "Fine". Until: Bertiiiing!!!! berting!! bertingg!!!! and ever a whatusee!!! and ever and ever a whatuseee!!!!!! Imagine an old man falling asleep then a loud toot of a trumpet blasted in his ears. By that, you could picture me out. Not that i was disturbed of the noise, since they already made one the instance they started singing( if that's what you even call it), it was just that, those phrases really disturb me so much every time kids make "pamasko". When will they ever learn the correct lines. Anyway, since it was christmas, and those things happen only on christmas, i got up off the sofa, frustrated of sleep and gave the kids a five peso coin. I thought to myself: "five peso aint' bad compared to some who just give an almost atom-like-in-structure ten centavo or twenty five centavos?" "Salamat kuya", Then the little girl thanked. I saw how their eyes sparkled and i felt how happy they were receiving what i gave them.

I haven't yet experienced singing carols at someones house during christmas season. I always wonder how it would feel. How can carolers appreciate the "baryas" or "sinsilyos" given to them. Some forcibly give, some forcibly give just to make them stop.

The three little kids went caroling at our neighbor's. It was only the helper who was left in the house. After being tired of almost screaming the lines: "Mayong pasko" or merry Christmas? hoping for some coins in exchange, the helper gave nothing. The kids were saddened and did nothing but leave. I noticed that the kids clothes were in rags, they were dirty and their eyes were very deep as if they haven't ate for awhile. A neighbor was eating a burger and the kids passed by him and the little girl stared at the food. I already guessed what she feels. So, I hurried inside the house grabbed the last remaining pack of cookies and found myself some ten peso coin, i called to them and gave it to them. Again, how their eyes sparkled and feasted on the cookie afterwards. I felt pitty. At times like these, i cannot feel sorry for people like them. Why should there be poor people? and why should'nt our government address this problem immediately? Thoughts as such just keep on popping into my mind.

I realized how blessed i am considering what i have, what my family have and how good and better is my life compared to others. We're not rich but we're not poor. I oftentimes whine about why can't i have that? or why don't we have any? When the sad part of it, is that there's someone who particularly doesn't have a thing at all. I promised to myself that when i will have a job i'll help such people with what i could afford. Life is really cruel.

I started having the heart for street carolers.

Afterwhich, I went inside and lay down on the sofa. I was almost asleep when, again, another batch of kids screamed: "kasadya ning taknaa..." and disturbed me again, deprived me of the chance to take a nap. I angrily got off went outside, banged the door, and shouted: WHAT THE FU*K ... SABA KAAYO MO!!!!! ( YOUR SO NOISY) PANGHAWA MO DIRE!!!!! ( GET AWAY!!!) and shooood them off like stray dogs. .........JUST KIDDING!!!!!! hehehehe

sleep or school?

2004-12-16T03:48:00.000-08:00

It's damn early!!!! I still want to sleep!!!

My psychology class is scheduled every mondays and thursdays. There's nothing really wrong about it, it's just that the freakin class is scheduled at seven thirty in the morning. A schedule i most dread. I mean, why does such a class should ever be scheduled on such an early time of the day? A schedule like this is supposedly meant for growing teens like me. Nope, i did not spend the previous night out. Maybe it's because of the cold breeze of december that made me want to sleep more. So i begged myself of some five minutes sleep extension or at least five minutes of my eyes closed, depriving my sight the brilliance of the early morning sunlight. I did so until such time that i overslept for an hour. Too late to prepare for my psych class. Still too tired and lazy to get off of my bed and prepare myself, a silly question popped into my thoughts: Why do we have to go to school? A damn old question of immature peeps. Yep, i know how valuable of a tool is education in each and everyone's life. But i totally disagree about such early class schedules. Think of those gradeschoolers that needs to have enough sleep for their development but because of such early calls, there's nothing that can be done but to wake up too damn early to study. Subjects are multiplying. Ten years from now, class schedules may be advanced to a very early schedule. Maybe like five in the morning. A big effect would be that people's height in that future may get shorter and shorter because of such deprived sleeping rights. Still, the fact that education is IMPORTANT balanced my thoughts and agreed my disagreements about the matter, thereafter.

Just then my cell let out a loud teet teet!! teet teet!! that rang in my ear and almost blew out my eardrums. I forgot that i placed my phone nearest to my ears and i forgot that it was on volume four. It made me snap back to reality and I realized that it was almost eight o'clock and i have to prepare for my nine o'clock class.

On my way to school, still i felt such disagreements on very early class schedules. I just can't help but feel sorry for those growing toddlers that beg their mothers more sleep but are incessantly persuaded by their mothers to prepare for the school. If ever i'd be a DECS superintended, i'd change the schedules.

But then as the cliche goes : no pain, no gain. If you want something, you have to work your ass out for it. If you want to have a bright future, then education is one great tool. And early schedules that you can't do anythin about, is a package deal.

Vignettes

2004-12-08T06:06:00.000-08:00

Practice and a lot of practice makes perfect. That's what most of my co-majors have been doing. We are actually doing a show and my co-majors have been rehearsing for like forever. I don't exactly know what it's got to do with the course it's just that the teachers says that we have to do some. So on we go planning and after some agreements we came up with "vignettes" - it actually means a pinch of everything. I aint part of it, i'm just on the technical stuff. We've been really pressured about this thing because we heard that the teachers are expecting a lot and we're afraid we would not meet their expectations. So we planned it carefully and responsibly and the cast rehearsed , rehearsed and reahearsed.
So the big day finally came... hehehe! Luckily the show was damn successful and the teachers and the audience were amused and dazzled by each and everyones performance. Thanks to everyone who did their part. It was a very fulfilling experience, though im not one of the performance and i was just on the technicals. Anyway, i do beleive that there is no small or big roles. Each and everyones part is as important as the other. Right?

help?

2004-11-28T23:19:00.000-08:00

I really want to update this blog of mine so that it would turn out to be something cool and would reflect my personality. BUT i hardly know how to. I'm not so good in editing stuff in computers. I tried editing it but some things dissapeared and some things just went crazy. HMMM??? when will i find a kind-hearted person who's patient and diligent enough to teach and help me about this blogging???? I hope it would be sooner for i urgently need that persons help.....

empty head

2004-11-25T20:04:00.000-08:00

Concentrate.....focus.....don't sleep......things i keep telling to myself during my english 60 class. Well, its about the short story. anyway, i don't know what was with me that boring afternoon of wednesday. I can't seem to make myself listen to the teacher nor can i keep myself from almost closing my eyes which will eventually result to sleeping. Nope, i didn't spend the previous night out. Or was it just the calm breathe of air that day that made me want to sleep. I could hardly keep up with the lesson and i could hardly absorb the things that my teacher says. Just as i was working and forcing myself.....Get one half sheet of paper and differentiate the story and plot....tada! ... then i could not think of any answer.. As all of my classmates were scribbling their answers, faced forward and almost an inch away from their papers, i was still in shock and awe. Squeezing my brain, hoping to get some answers, but i just couldn't. After ten minutes or so, I came up with some silly answer of only seven sentences while i noticed that all of my classmates papers were so full that space is hardly noticeable. And i even had the courage to pass that fuc*in paper. Just so you know, the teacher who would be checkin that quiz is just the president of our city's national writers league and is one of the most acclaimed writer's in the country. Produced many books about short stories and poems, a correspondent of local newspapers, speaker to many writer's workshop, here and abroad. What the hell was i even thinkin writing those absurd answers and even passing the paper! ARRGHH!! Well, just as all student says... i'll make up next time.

Terror spreads again

2004-11-11T17:50:00.000-08:00

Remember me telling about one-hell-of-a-kind enrollment procedure? yup, unsurprisingly, it did happen. Sweat, odor(bad and good) tension filled the air that enrollment day. But then i was smart enough to enroll during the last day where there were only quite a few people were left lining in the cashier's. luckily, the atmosphere was good enough.

I was saddened and frustrated about a recent news i saw on tv about that italian national that was kidnapped in kauswagan. Man! that place is just a 45 minute drive away from my place. But on the contrary its very safe here. When the hell are those terrorists ever going to stop what theyre doing? The country is undergoing a lot of crisis nowadays, and what they're doing is contributing a lot to the declining of our economy. If i were to be the president, i'd give a shoot-to-kill-all order to the military. But then id be charged of genocide and human rights vilation right? and be stripped off powers and position. How dare they call themselves muslims when what they're doing is exactly out of islam's context. People like them are the cause of muslims being stereotyped as Terrorists. I don't know much about Islam coz i'm not a muslim but i know that what they're doing is completely against their religion. Don't they know that the person they kidnapped was doing things to better the condition of the people there? Which, by the way, there also resides a lot of muslim people that benefits from that project? Damn! These guys need to sort out and review whatever their future plans are. If i were them, i'd rather abduct corrupt officials, who do nothing but spend billions of the people's and of the government's money for themselves. In that way, they would help purge the philippines of parasites that eats our now-rotten government.

living the unproductive life...

2004-11-05T22:20:00.000-08:00

our sembreak is almost ending and i haven't been to any place nor have done anythin during the break. i don't know maybe i need to get some rest beacuse i'm actually having a pimple break-out due to lack of sleep for how many nights coz of partyin here and there. a lot of my highschool buddies and classmates who were studyin in other cities came home, but apparently we did'nt had any chance to go out, instead we talked nonchalantly on the phone. we talked about how so-and-so changed, in both their physical aspects and personality, and of course about what's going on with their lives, the mishaps they've encountered, achievements, any riot they've been, and how they're doing in school. in local terms, we call that just plain, simple "chika". bamboo and parokya ni edgar had a concert here and as well as nina and nyoy vyolante but i didn't had the urge to watch their concert. anyway it's near enrollment once again and ill soon be in line with other students in the cashier to pay the fees, stomping with aggravation and getting pissed off because of such painstakingly dragging enrollment process along with everybody. damn! these days, my life is so drop dead boring.

a case of racial prejudism

2004-10-24T01:36:00.000-07:00

i was checkin out my friendster and a friend of mine posted this alarming article about us, filipinos in the bulletin board. read it, it concerns about filipino image, and check out the peoples reaction against it, just after Mr. belle's letter.

Hate Letter Against Filipinos> > This is a hate letter coming from a radio talk show > host Mr. Art > Bell from Nevada. I don't consider myself as > patriotic but please > read my reply below in BOLD LETTERS and > send > this to as > many of your friends as possible until it reaches > him.> > > Subject: HATE LETTER> > This is a very disturbing open E-mail letter to all > Filipinos around > the world; specially here in North America!, from a > man who has > the power to reach million of people. (he's a radio > talk host)> > Please read on..............> > This is an open letter email by Art Bell, a radio talk > show host in > Nevada(more info in the email itself). Here is yet > another person > who has taken advantage of his power and > privilege to use > hateful words and racial stereotypes that breed > further ignorance > and intolerance in our society.> > Art Bell is a talk radio host who has two shows > that > he > broadcasts from his home in Nevada, that is > rebroadcast by 400 > stations across the country.> > He's written 2 books. He lived in Okinawa, Japan > for some years > and had a radio program on the English station > here. And, > though it's hard to believe after reading the > following letter from > him, he actually has been to the Philippines (he's > traveled fairly > extensively around the world).> > Check out his website listed at the end to get a > who's spreading > this hateful ignorance. And letter is so degrading, I > think it's really > important that everybody read this and not attack > him, but > respond to him in a civilized manner because > otherwise his > thoughts will be reaffirmed. Understand that not > everyone has a > viewpoint like we do, and that this is an opinion of > someone who > hopefully can be changed only by civil actions. - > May Munoz> > Filipinos.....*make me puke* (Art Bell)> > As we've all come to notice, in the past few > decades, Filipinos > have begun to infest the United States like some > sort of disease. > Their extensive involvement in the U.S. Armed > Forces is proof of > the trashy kind of qualities all Filipinos tend to > exhibit on a > regular basis. You can see this clearly by studying > the attitudes > and cultural Icons of most Filipino Americans.> > Origins of Pinoys/Pinays:> > Are they really Asian? Well we've come to accept > the fact the > Filipinos come from a part of the world known as > South East > Asia. But the term "Asia" is used in the wrong > way. You may > notice that contemporary Filipino Americans try > very hard to > associate themselves with groups that we know > as Asian. I > cannot count the number of times I have seen > a 'Third World' > Filipino try to connect themselves to the Chinese > or Japanese > people. There is no connection and here's why. > The Philippines > is a Third > World country. Nothing respectable has EVER > been created by > Filipino people during our entire human history. > Young Filipino > men in America have become obsessed > with "import racing". > They have an enormously perverted affection for > Japanese cars. > It's a common phenomenon. In their minds, these > Filipinos > somehow believe that they are Asian and that it > somehow > connects them to Japanese people and > Japanese > cars. They > often take credit for the ingenuity of Japanese > people and say > how it's an "Asian thing". This term..."Asian thing" > derived directly > from African American slang "blackthang". "It's a > black thang." > "It's an asian thang." You can see the connection. > It's even > funnier that, in Japan, Filipinos are heavily > discriminated against. > The only filipinos that can live successfully in > Japan are the > filipino prostitutes. But that's the case for most > Filipino people no matter where they live in the > world. Now we've > come down to this fact...and it is a fact.> > Nothing in Filipino Culture can be seen as Asian. > They have no > architectural, artistic, or cultural influence which is > in ANY way, > asian. Thinking of the great countries in Asia such > as Japan, > Korea, and > China there is no way you can possibly connect > the Philippine > Islands. This assault by filipino americans to > connect > themselves with the great peoples of North East > Asia is foul and > disgusting. Try visiting a young filipino's web site > too. You'll see > something called the "Asian > IRC Ring". It has to do with the chatrooms. The > most horrible > thing about this is that these TRASHY people are > trying to > associate themselves with > Asia again!! People in Asia don't act like, this at > all. What we are > seeing here is the natural Filipino in it's element > with full access > to technology and this is how they act! You will > consistently see > this behavior over and over again.> > Another interesting thing is that these "thirdworld" > people also > frequent RC chatrooms such as #chinese #japan > and #asian. > They must believe that they are some how related > racially or > culturally to North Asians. But it's completely > WRONG! There > might have been some distant contact With China > and even > less with Japan during World War II, but these > people are > actually more closely related to african Americans > and Mexican > americans.> > Do the parents of these young filipinos know > what's going on? > Would they accept this? I believe that they would > and do. This is > the natural "Trash" element in filipinos manifesting > itself. > Nothing good has ever come from Philippines > and > I don't believe > anything good ever will.> > Recognizing your Roots (A Message to Filipinos)> > To all filipino people:> Please recognize your ROOTS! You come from > the Third World! > Your country is a disgusting and filthy place. Most > people there > live in poverty! Your culture has MUCH MORE > SPANISH influence > than chinese, and absolutely no JAPANESE > influence > whatsoever. People in Japan and China, do not > act like you. They > do not constantly talk about sex and they have a > MUCH HIGHER > level of RESPECT for each other. There is NO > WAY that you can > connect yourself to Asia other than location. Your > culture and > technological advancement does not even come > CLOSE to What > Chinese, people have done in the past and what > Japanese and > Korean people are doing now! Everything you do > is distinctly > filipino. You cannot take credit for Japanese cars, > video games, > or Hentai! It's not an "asian thing" it's, > an "American thing". You > have no concept of culture...no concept of asian > ideas or asian > philosophy! Can you demonstrate how you use > Confucianism or > Taoism in you everyday life?? You can't. And you > will NEVER be > able to. I understand that you are trying to create > an identity for > yourselves as young people... but it is NOT related > to Asia.> > Your Identity is Filipino. That's all you are. Just > Filipino. Think > about what that means....> > Sincerely,> Art> > > > > I find this funny, he is right in some ways where > we, > as Filipinos > don't actually have an "Identity". I think this is due > to the > confusion of our mixed races from Hispanic, > Chinese, American > and Malay origins. I see it in malls, imagine young > generations > wearing ski caps and ski goggles in a tropical > country, baggy low > rise pants like that of African Americans living in > the Bronx of > New York, not to mention endless whitening > products being sold > at department stores and drug stores. But his > ignorance also > blinds him from the other truth. That while we may > glorify Anime > shows and Japanese Internet gaming, he is not > aware that a > nameless Filipino may be responsible for some > technical > aspects of some Japanese software. He is not > aware of our > contribution to the the society in general. > Technological > advancements that may have aided post war > navigations and > landing on the moon. That the antibiotic > Erythromycin was > discovered by Dr. Abelardo Aguilar from Iloilo > creating the brand > "Ilosone". Thomas Edison may have discovered > the electric light > bulb and the fluorescent lighting was thought up by > Nikola Tesla. > But the fluorescent lamp we use today was > invented by Agapito > Flores (a Cebuano named Benigno Flores of > Bantayan Island, > according to the Philippine Daily inquirer), a > Filipino scientist. > Americans helped then-Philippine leader Ramon > Magsaysay to > develop it for worldwide commerce. That the > personal physician > of former U.S. Pres. Bill Clinton is > Eleanor "Connie" Concepcion > Mariano, a Filipina doctor who was the youngest > captain in the > US Navy. A Filipino writer Jose Rizal could read > and write at age > 2, and grew up to speak more than 20 languages, > including > Latin, Greek, German, French and Chinese. Or > that a Filipino > genius was responsible for the near hiatus in the > PENTAGON > and White House nearly infiltrating their closely > guarded secrets > with the "ILOVEYOU" bug. Nuisance maybe, but > still one heck of > a 'beautiful mind'...not to be underestimated.The > list goes on and > on, but who cares right? Certainly not Mr. Art > Bell...Boy, I'm not > surprised. Perhaps Art Bell does not know that > although we > consider ourselves ASIAN because we are > strategically located > in the Southeast asian region of which our nearest > neighbors > are Malays, ASIA does not mean only Chinese > and Japanese > race of people. Then maybe it is his connotation > that "Asia" > meant only our economically successful, paler > brothers and he > considers Malays such as Thais, Malaysians, > Indonesians, and > ourselves as a "Third World" race. Then it is "his" > ignonimity that > would make a civilized person of whatever race > puke. Imagine > literally connecting Chinese, Koreans and > Japanese to the > Philippine Islands which is archipelagos away > from the > countries he has mentioned. I also wonder where > he got the > impression that we aspire to be Japanese(???) > Hispanics > maybe but not the Japanese. But even Hispanics > today do not > mind sharing their "surnames" to their Asian > brothers who they > have colonized for 3 centuries.> > Another sad reality that although most Filipinos > working > overseas are domestic helpers and prostitutes, > who does he > think educates the toddlers of Hong Kong, > Singapore, Taiwan > and Tokyo? Parents of these countries rarely have > time spent > with their children, leaving them to their > Filipino nannies. And with regards to prostitution. > Filipinos are > not the only ones working as one. I HARDLY SEE > FILIPINOS > STARRING IN PORN MOVIES. THERE MIGHT > BE A FEW > FILIPINOS WE HAVEN'T SEEN , BUT MOST > ARE FROM MR. ART > BELL'S RACE.> > He also mentioned that we have no concept of > culture..no > concept of asian ideas or asian philosophy. How > can we > demonstrate Confucianism or Taoism in a > Christian nation? IS > HE INFORMED THAT THE PHILIPPINES IS THE > ONLY > PREDOMINANTLY CHRISTIAN/CATHOLIC > NATION IN ASIA?! > YOU HAVE TO USE COMMON SENSE IN A > LOT > OF THINGS > SOMETIMES...> > We do not need to create an identity for > ourselves. > We are who > we are. Our identity stems from the anonymity we > live in this > world. How we contribute silently towards the > progress of the > world and not just one country. Although the > Filipino blood may > be tainted with malice, corruption, poverty and > prostitution, it is > not a perfect race... But so are the others. Maybe > Mr. Art Bell > needs to think about this. WE MAY NOT BE > PERFECT MR. BELL > BUT AT LEAST WE STILL HAVE VALUES. FOR > ONE THING WE > DON'T PUT OUR AGING PARENTS IN NURSING > HOMES > BECAUSE "THEY'RE SIMPLY OLD AND > WORTHLESS". WE > DONT HAVE AS MUCH NUMBERS OF SINGLE > MOTHERS WHO > GET PREGNANT IN THEIR VERY EARLY > TEENS AND > EVENTUALLY BECOME PARASITES OF THE > GOVERNMENT > FOR YEARS AND YEARS. YES...WE CAME TO > YOUR COUNTRY > TO WORK, > TO EARN DECENT MONEY (HALF OF WHICH > BY THE WAY > GOES TO TAXES BECAUSE THERE'S SO > MANY SOCIAL > PARASITES FROM YOUR RACE).AND BY THE > WAY, MOST > EDUCATED PEOPLE THAT I WORK WITH > DONT COME FROM > YOUR RACE... THEY'RE ACTUALLY > IMMIGRANTS TOO. AND > THOSE EDUCATED > ONES DO NOT ACT LIKE YOU DO, PERHAPS > BECAUSE > THEY'VE REALLY BEEN WELL > EDUCATED..AFTER ALL THAT'S > SAID... WHO IS THE IGNORANT ONCE > AGAIN?! -> > May Munoz> > =====================================> => ============> ====> Pinay wins it big in London> By Alfred Yuson> The Philippine Star 05/16/2004> > Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year-old, Mass > Communications > sophomore of University of the Philippines (UP)-> Diliman, did the > country proud > Friday night by besting 59 other student > contestants from 37 > countries in the 2004 International Public > Speaking competition > conducted by the > English Speaking Union (ESU) in London.> > She triumphed over a field of exactly 60 speakers > from all over > the English-speaking world, including the United > States, United > Kingdom and Australia, reported Maranan.> > The board of judges' decision was unanimous, > according to > contest chairman Brian Hanharan of the British > Broadcasting > Corp. (BBC).> > > > PATRICIA'S SHORT SPEECH WORTH > READING....> -----------------------------------------------------------------> BLONDE AND BLUE EYES> > When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino > children all over > the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-> eyed, and white. I > thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was > good enough, I'd > wake upon Christmas morning with snow outside > my window > and freckles across my nose!> > More than four centuries under western > domination does that to > you. I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, > there will just be > five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will have > gone abroad in > search of "greener pastures." It's not just an > anomaly; it's a trend; > the Filipino diaspora.> > Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered > around the > world. There are those who disapprove of > Filipinos who choose > to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction > of someone > who was left behind, smiling for family pictures > that > get emptier > with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. > My country is a > land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to > be itself. Our > heroes offered their lives in the struggle against > the Spanish, the > Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny > that identity is > tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.> > Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True, there > is > no denying > this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was > once the other > side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride > away. But this > is a borderless world, where no individual can > claim to be purely > from where he is now. My mother is of Chinese > descent, my > father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a > pure > Filipino-a > hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of > cultures.> > Each square mile anywhere in the world is made > up of people of > differentethnicities, with national identities and > individual > personalities. because of this, each square mile > is > already a > microcosm of the world. In as much as this > blessed spot that is > England is the world, so is my neighborhood back > home.> > Seen thi s way, the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort > of dispersal of > populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. > It must be > understood. I come from a Third World country, > one that is still > trying mightily to get back on its feet after many > years of > dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more > time. Especially > now, when we have thousands of eager young > minds who > graduate from college every year. They have > skills. > They need > jobs. We cannot absorb them all.> > A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, > yet one that is > not so much abandonment but an extension of > identity.Even as > we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled > nurses who > support the UK's National Health Service. We are > the > quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the > world's > commercial ships. We are your software > engineers in > Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle > East, your > doctors and caregivers in North America, and, > your musical > artists in London's Wes t End.> > Nationalism isn't bound by time or place. People > from other > nations migrate to create new nations, yet still > remain essentially > who they are. British society is itself an example > of > a > multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, > religions, arts and > cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless world! > Leaving > sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming > back that is. The > Hobbits of the shire travelled all over Middle-> Earth, > but they > chose to come home, richer in every sense of the > word. We call > people like these balikbayans or the 'returnees' --> those who > followed their dream, yet choose to return and > share their mature > talents and good fortune.> > In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever > opportunities > come my way. But I will come home. A borderless > world doesn't > preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll > always be > one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about > boundaries. It's > about giving back to the country that shaped me.> > And that's going to be more important to me than > seeing snow > outside my windows on a bright Christmas > morning.> > Mabuhay and Thank you.

well, i guess some peole are just born ignorant. i think Mr. belle does not have the right to be conclusive about us, filipinos because he doesn't know, our history nor the achievements, developments and as well as the numerous struggles our country have been through. We are who we are and any race or any person from that race is anything but superior to us. after all, we ARE created EQUAL.

stupid o'me

2004-10-22T23:49:00.000-07:00

god! it actually took me a lot of weeks to edit out some things in my blog. actually i knew about this blog about four weeks ago( yep, i know, i seem like an obsolete person ) and i was interested about making one for myself. but at that time, i was too busy with school ( yes, i know i'm not the type, but i do get busy about school ) , so i just decided to just sign myself in and i'd finish it all out later. But then, i didn't have any time. so, i decided to do it now. DAAMN! i can't understand how this thing works it's kinda confusing! anyway, i was just from a party of my dad. a reunion of once military personnels. it was held in some pool resort. i just went there wearing my everyday shirt and short and my flip flops. i didnt bother dressing up because it's a public place and besides who would care anyway, since almost all of the guests are in their retirable age? they're not that concerned about fashion of today aight? there were lots of food actually. all sorts of lechon: baka, manok, baboy. if there is such thing as meat overdose, i'm experiencing it right now. i ate a lot of'em. well, i'll finish decorating and beautifying my blog later.. gotta go to the restroom, my stomachs feeling bad! eeew!!