Make me Whole.

Random random.

2008-09-07T17:42:00.002+08:00

Tapos na ang nakakastress na 1st term. Ewan ko ba kung bakit, pero nakakastress talaga ang term na ito. Siguro dahil sa pahirap na pesteng organic chemistry na yan, o dahil sa oc na psychopathic statistics prof ko, o dahil sa sandamakmak na papers sa psych majors ko. Sa sobrang stress, di nga ako halos makapanood ng uaap games, at hindi ako nakakapag-update ng blog (halata ba?). Pero looking back, parang ang bilis din ng term na ito. Ang bilis ng panahon. Ilang terms na lang, graduate na ako. Grabe. Ang bilis.

Speaking of terms, start na ng 2nd term sa wednesday. Another enrollment nanaman, another gastos, another subject adjustment. Magkikita nanaman kami nung masungit na babaeng academic assistant sa CLA office para mag-ayos ng schedule ng subjects. Pila nanaman ng mahaba, bayad nanaman ng adjustment fee. Same old routine, new term.

Nanood ako kanina ng UAAP cheer dance. I was hoping na mas maganda ang ipapakitang routine ng alma mater ko. Syempre excited ako kasi matagal nang usap-usapan na maganda raw ang ipapakita ng pep squad namin. Pero ayun, nabitin ako sa routine nila kanina. Disappointed, even. Pero at least, may improvement. Yun nga lang, konti lang. Congrats nga pala sa mga nanalong koponan na FEU, UST at UP.

Nanganak uli ang alaga kong hamster. Tatlong maliliit at makikislot na daga ang kanyang iniluwal. Sana naman this time, wag na nyang kainin yung mga anak nya. Sana naman this time may mabuhay na sa mga anak nya.

Di pa pala uuwi ang tita ko from Saudi. Sana naman makauwi sya bago man lang ako grumaduate from college.

So there, i'll try to update my blog as much as I can. So there, stay tuned.

I heart jjampong. :D

Random

2008-05-02T19:57:00.003+08:00

I have never felt this empty before. 3 months after a tragedy, I still find myself loving the one who have been the cause of my downfall. Everyday, I still wish that things would go the way it did. But I know that that is something unlikely to happen. With the way things are going on, probabilities of getting a second shot at love is bleak. I admit it, I can't get over it. And what hurts me most is that it just took 2 weeks or so for that person to recover and completely erase me on that person's world. But as my friend once told me, there's no use crying over spilled milk. I guess the only option left for me is to move on. I just hope I could forget all those bitter memories as fast as I could, because I'm tired.
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Cheeseburger. Cheeseburger. I hear it all the time. A day won't pass without me hearing someone or reading a text say "pa-cheeseburger ka naman.". The phrase have obviously been a part of our vocabulary nowadays, and I just can't believe how a single commercial created history and have been a part of our culture in just a matter of days. Indeed, advertising and the media have this intense power to influence people and change our culture. Which makes me want to regret why I chose psychology over advertising.
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Recently, I've been trying to convince my Dad to buy me a car so that going to school won't be a problem anymore. But the thing is, he doesn't like my choice of car. He said that the car that I wanted was not fuel efficient, expensive to maintain and most of all, hard to find. But can he blame me for wanting an old school Volkswagen Beetle? Gaaash.
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I want to enroll myself to a fitness program. Gotta remove the flabs. Damn love handles.
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The world knows how much I love my true friends. Importante para sa akin ang mga kaibigan ko. Mas mahal ko pa sila kaysa sa mga naging ka-relasyon ko. And i'll do anything to keep and treasure my friends. Mas gugustuhin ko pang mawalan ng lovelife, wag lang mawalan ng mga kaibigan. Mas masakit mawalan ng kaibigan kaysa ng lovelife, at ayoko mawala ang mga kaibigan ko. Kung may tampuhan man, ayos lang. Parte ng buhay yan, basta ang mahalaga, after all the trials that may come, we'll remain as friends. I'll do my best to be the best friend you guys could ever have, and I say amen to that. To all you guys (yeah, you know who you are), here's to a friendship that will transcend a lifetime. apir! *apir*
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I'm getting addicted to Pocari Sweat. Damn, it tastes good! Too bad it's quite expensive.
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Philippine primetime tv sucks. If it weren't only for the news, I wouldn't even dare open our television set. Sana kasi may cable tv na samen. Hay.
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iBlog4 was awesome! I enjoyed it, and I have learned so many stuff from the speakers. Although there were some parts of it that I found boring, I enjoyed iBlog4 since I also get to spend some time with the bloggers. The event inspired me to blog again, and gave me an idea of starting an event or making shirts for bloggers. I hope I could find pursue those ideas, para naman makacontribute ako sa pinoy blogosphere.
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I'm sleepy. Gotta rest. Got classes tomorrow. Damn summer class. Such a bummer.

Tugsh.

Stained.

2008-04-12T19:08:00.006+08:00

I just had this weird weird encounter at the supermarket just this afternoon.

Here's what happened. My mom asked me to go to the supermarket to grab a bunch of mosquito mats and 4 bars of soap. At first, I refused to do the errand because the temperature outside was way too hot and the supermarket was a bit far from our place. But after some negotiations, incentives (cue: hindi sya pera) and threats, I gave in and agreed to do the job. So there I went shopping for the goods she ordered me to buy. I did not had a hard time finding the items, as they were common and easy to find. As I put the items down on the cashier, a lady queued behind me. She was shorter than I was and her age was 40 years ahead of me, basing from the lines on her face (parang intermediate pad lang dude!). She was quite annoying with the way she carries herself. Also, she goes around talking with the people on the line, as if they were close. Then, the time had come when she talked to me. I had no choice but to talk to her, because it would be rude to ignore her right on her face, even if I wanted to.

Old lady: Oh, you're buying that much mosquito mats and bar soap? Looks like you're hoarding them!

Me: Well, ma'am, we need this much since our house isn't that near this supermarket. And besides, it's better to be always prepared, won't you agree?

Old lady: Yeah. I saw people like you nga eh, doing hoarding so many stuffs. (anu daw?)

Me: Ah, ok.

Old lady: It's like so poor kaya. It got me laughing all over (eto na yung mga panahong gusto ko ihambalos sa mukha nya yung bareta ng sabon, pero kawawa yung sabon eh, saka i don't want to get rude). Pero I get your point. It's so malamok these days nga, lalo na dun sa Molave, kasi we live in Ayala Alabang eh.

Me: Yeah, I agree madami nga naman pong lamok these days, and you know it's so expensive to get sick these days. So it's better to be preventive.

Old lady: So, you study in *bleep*? (note: I was wearing a school shirt) You we're lucky against us ah, defeat nyo kami.

Me: Oh? where were you from, ma'am?

Old lady: I am from *toot*, and my daughter would be going there come June. Hehe. Ok lang matalo nyo kami sa basketball, we're always better than you naman eh.

I got irritated at this point. She was so acting like a bitch turned prune, and I can't take it anymore. I figured that I'll answer her and quickly pay the bill and run off.

Me: Ah, ganun po ba ma'am? Kasi po kami sa *bleep*, tinuturuan po kami maging humble. Mayabang po kami sa hard court at sa competitions, pero marunong po kami rumespeto ng aming mga kalaban. Pagkalabas po ng hard court, equals po ang tingin namin sa mga kalaro namin, hindi mga taong kakumpetensya. Kaya po sa totoong buhay, ganun din po kami. Tinuruan po kami ng *bleep* na maging mapagkumbaba at hindi maging mapagmataas at judgemental sa mga tao, anu man ang antas nila sa buhay. Siguro naman po, tinuturo din sa *toot* yun no? Kasi po kung hindi, kahiya hiya naman po iyon, mataas pa naman po ang turing ko sa paaralang iyon.

Me: Sige po ma'am. Mauuna na po ako. Pakibilisan nyo na lang din po ang pagbabayad, dahil yung nasa likod nyo eh mahirap at maraming hinohoard eh. (sarcastic na ako at this point).

I went out wanting to kill that bitch-slash-prune. One thing why we Filipinos couldn't move on to prosperity is that we tend to be judgmental. We tend to look low at our fellow Filipinos. We laugh at the mistakes of others, enjoying the downfall of our neighbors. And, with the case of the old lady, she acted in such a way that she offends people who are working hard to earn for a living. It was such a disgrace not only to her stature but to her alma mater. Her alma mater is no doubt one of the most respected institutions here in the Philippines. Not that I want to disgrace that school, but the old lady was wrong, kahit saang school pa siya manggaling. My point is just that we Filipinos should stick to the values our schools taught us. We carry on the lessons our schools taught us, but we tend to forget the values our school stands for. WE shouldn't disgrace our schools, and stop the crab mentality.

It's ok to be a prune. It's inevitable, anyway. Just don't be a bitch.

Yiheee, Act 2.

2008-04-06T15:09:00.002+08:00

Beep Beep.
Nagtext si Crush.
Binasa ni Jed.

Crush: Ang sarap ng donuts no? Lalo yung sa Krispy Kreme.
Jed: Ay, oo. Mahilig pa naman ako sa donuts.
Crush: Ay, talaga? Sige, minsan kain tayo ng donuts, my treat.
Jed: Libre mo? Kakahiya naman. Wag na. (pakipot na kinikilig.)

End Of Story.

Yiheee, Act 1.

2008-04-06T14:02:00.005+08:00

LRT Station, alas-kwatro ng hapon. Nag-aantay ng tren si Jed.
Paparating ang tren. Bumusina. Naghanda ang mga tao sa istasyon.
Nakasakay si Crush sa tren, nakakapit sa hand rail. Tumigil ang tren.
Bumukas ang pintuan. Pababa si Crush, pasakay si Jed.

Crush: Ui! Jed! Hello! Kamusta? (sabay kindat.)
Jed: Oh, hello! (kinikilig na speechless.)

Tumunog ang door buzzer. Sumara ang Pinto.
End Of Story.

Redemption

2008-02-03T18:39:00.000+08:00

The Monkey is back.

No new lay-outs. No new themes. Just a simple.. err.. comeback.

I know, it's been ages since my last post. For a moment there, I have lost my inspiration to blog mainly because of the stress that I am getting in school. Plus the fact that I've been losing my "blojo" or commonly known as creative juices during those times. It has been a while since I have blogged. And now here I am, back to business.

So, what have I been up to during that period?

Well, I have went through one of the most bittersweet part of my college life. During those times, I have found a new love (tis' the sweetest part, of course!) , a new hobby, a new interest, lost seemingly "true" friends and failed a subject. Then there was Christmas, wherein I had renewed my faith and returned to the Fold.

Then came my birthday. I've spent this day humbly with my special someone and my family, which makes it one of the most memorable birthdays I ever had so far.

During those times, I had made a blueprint for a future business with my friends and team mates. I hope we could pursue this one and earn moolahs fast.

And yeah, I have plans to transfer to a new, most likely permanent blog. Hope I could do this one. :))

So there. Starting from now, I will breathe life again to this almost dead blog. Stay tuned for more updates.

tadah! :D

Chess

2007-10-17T23:21:00.000+08:00

Ang Ahedres ay isang laro kung saan may dalawang manlalarong nagpapatagisan ng katalinuhan sa pamamagitan ng paggalaw ng mga piyesang nakapatong sa isang chequered board. Nilalayon ng larong ito na talunin ang kalaban sa pamamagitan ng pagbitag sa kalabang Hari.

Sinasabing ang larong ito ay nilalaro lamang ng mga mayayaman noong panahong medieval; na ang mga maaaring makapaglaro lamang nito ay ang mga matatalino at maabilidad. Sa ating kapanahunan, dahil sa pag-unlad ng teknolohiya at paglaganap ng liberalismo, lahat ay pwede nang makapaglaro nito. Lahat ay may karapatang makapaglaro nito, at lahat ay may pag-asang manalo sa larong ito.

Isang martes, napagdesisyunan kong sumama sa aking mga kaklase sa kanilang community service, dahil na rin wala akong magawa at tinatamad pa akong umuwi. Tinahak namin ang Taft Avenue, ang Quezon Boulevard at Espana para makarating lamang sa pagamutan ng natatanging royal at pontipikal na pamantasang Santo Tomas, kung saan naatasang magserbisyo ang aking mga kamag-aral.

Narating namin ang aming destinasyon isang oras matapos ang nakatakdang pagsisismula ng mga aktibidad. Dahil sa laki ng pamantasang ito ay hindi namin naiwasang maligaw at mapagod. Sa kabutihang palad, may mga mabubuting kaluluwang tumulong sa amin at di naglaon ay aming narating ang aming destinasyon: ang charity ward.

Sa aming pagpasok ay nadama ko ang bigat ng loob ng mga pasyenteng nalulugmok sa kanilang mga karamdaman, pati na ang pag-asa ng kanilang mga mahal sa buhay, na walang ibang hinihiling kundi ang gumaling ang kanilang mga minamahal sa mga sakit na kanilang iniinda. Mabigat sa pakiramdam ang paglalakad sa gusaling iyon, na sinabayan pa ng mga makulimlim na ilaw na tila pinaglumaan na ng panahon.

Alam ko nung una pa lang ang aking kakaharapin sa hapong iyon: ang mag-alaga at magpasaya ng isang pasyenteng may cancer. Minsan na rin akong nawalan ng kamag-anak sa isinumpang karamdaman, kaya alam ko kung paanong hirap ang pinagdadaanan ng mga bata. Kaya naman hindi na ako nagdalawang isip na sumama.

Nang kami ay makarating sa palapag ng naatasang ward ay agad kaming inatasan ng Head nurse sa aming mga takda. Napahiwalay ako sa aking mga kasama. Naitalaga ako sa isang batang lalaki na kakapasok lang sa ward.

Tahimik lang siya habang kami ay naglalakad patungo sa kanyang tambayan. Hindi maitatangi na siya ay naiilang sa akin. Habang kami ay naglalakad, napansin ko ang isang malaking pasa sa kanyang braso, isang indikasyon ng kanyang malubhang sakit. Nangilid ang luha ko sa aking nakita. Hindi ko inaasahang ganun ang kanyang sakit. Hindi ko maisip ang hirap na dinadanas ng walang kamuwang-muwang na bata na tangan tangan ko.

Tinanong ko siya tungkol sa ilang mga bagay: ang kanyang pangalan, ang kanyang gulang, ang kanyang paboritong kulay, ang kanyang paboritong pagkainn at ang kanyang paboritong laro. Doon ko nalaman na mahilig pala siyang maglaro ng ahedres. Naglalaro siya nito kapag wala siyang magawa, kapag nariyan ang kanyang kuya, at kapag malapit na siyang bigyan ng gamot. Kaya naman nang makarating kami ng tambayan ay walang atubili nyang inayos ang board upang hamunin ako ng isang round.

Magaling siyang maglaro ng ahedres. Alam nya ang mga tamang galaw at stratehiya upang ako'y talunin. Ngunit dahil na rin sa bata siya, sinadya kong gawing malamya ang aking mga tira, para na rin manalo siya. Pero nagulat ako sa aking narinig mula sa kanya. Sa kalagitnaan ng aming laro ay walang anumang sinabihan niya ako na "kuya, wag mong ipatalo ang laban. Kalabanin mo ako ng maayos." Pagkarinig ko sa kanyang mga sinambit ay walang anupamang sineryoso ko ang laro. Di naglaon, ay nanalo ako.

Ngunit hindi doon natapos ang aming duelo. Naghamon uli siya ng isa pang laban, na kung saan ay ako muli ang nanalo.

Lumipas ang oras at kinailangan na naming magpaalam. Kahit nais ko pang manatili ng konti pang sandali ay hindi na maaari dahil oras na rin ng kanyang panggagamot. Hinatid ko na siya pabalik sa kanyang higaan para naman makapagpahinga siya bago siya bigyan ng lunas.

Nilisan ko ang pagamutan na may halu-halong damdamin. Gusto kong maiyak sa awa dahil alam kong hirap na siya sa kanyang kalagayan. Ngunit may naramdaman din akong kasiyahan sa aking puso, dahil nakita kong hindi siya sumuko sa laban sa aming duelo. Naniniwala ako na balang araw ay makakamit rin niya ang tagumpay sa bawat laban ng ahedres; na balang araw, maipapanalo niya rin ang kanyang laban para sa kanyang buhay.

Desktop

2007-10-06T18:59:00.000+08:00

I don't know what to blog. My brain's running out of stocks of creative juices again, that's why I am silent again these past few days. But here goes Karla, who saved my blog from doom with this tag. Thanks Karla! :D

So here it is. My desktop. It kinda reflects my personality. Haha.

And now I'm gonna tag.. Jhed,Cars and Vinch.

Desktop Free View Instruction:

A.Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun. You can do a screen capture by:

[1] Going to your desktop and pressing the Print Screen key (located on the right side of the F12 key).

[2] Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and do a Paste (CTRL + V).

[3] If you wish, you can “edit” the image, before saving it.

B. Post the picture in your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of Icons, things like that.

C. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop as well.

Comitis

2007-09-28T23:24:00.001+08:00

Friends are an essential part of our lives. They're there when we're in our best, and never leaves when we're at our worst. An extension of our soul, they know well our personality. They know whether we're in a bad mood, or have problems. Friends are our secret lovers. They may be less than that of our romantic partners, but their love and devotion might be greater than what your partner gives you.

That is why, it is extremely painful to lose a friend. Or even having a friend see you lower than what he usually does. It's even more painful than that we experience during break ups. Seeing an extension of yourself go away and be indifferent can make one go depressed.

But the most painful feeling is that when you think of the memories you shared, and you realize that you can't bring back those memories, that everything won't be the same way as they did before.

Emo? Nah.

Singapura

2007-09-27T19:46:00.000+08:00

My life has been on the rocks lately, as it was plagued by problems, dilemmas and depressions. I thought I needed a vacation that's why I've decided to tag along my dad's business trip. And now, I have just come back from a four day break in the city of the Merlion - Singapore.

Singapore is a fine city. I meant that both metaphorically and literally. The moment the plane landed, my amazement for the country was intensified with what I saw. Warm flight attendants, organized and systematic services and a clean airport: a concrete manifestation of the wealth and discipline of the Singaporeans.

I toured the nation-city by foot, by train and by taxi all by myself. There was no one to accompany me as my dad was busy with work and my mom was too tired to travel. So there I went around interacting with the locals, asking around for directions and instructions on how to get to mass transportation. And boy was it fun! I discovered a lot from those simple conversations with the citizens. It also gave me a chance to reflect and plan for my life.

Shopping was inevitable. I was tempted to buy a lot of stuff, mainly pasalubongs for revered friends and relatives, clothes, food and gadgets. I had to bargain a lot of stuff and the store owners were gracious enough to let me buy their goods at a cheap price. Imagine bargaining for a mobile phone. Sheesh.

The people in general were friendly, and one would feel safe and comfortable around them. There was minimal crime there, and everyone was disciplined. If only weren't for some flaws, one can think Singapore as utopia. How I wish that our mother country be at par or maybe better than that of what is Singapore now.

But as they say, all good things must come to an end. My temporary high ended. I had to go back to my old self.

Singapore was like my escape. My escape from the chaos that beleaguers my life. But now, my euphoria is over. I'm back to the life I've left behind. Maybe I can't escape this situation, and maybe the only thing to overcome problems is facing them with poise and rationality.

Crap, di ba halatang depressed ako? Ewww, i'm slowly turning into an Emo prince! =))

Numbers

2007-09-04T23:04:00.001+08:00

Two 2.5's. One 1.5. One 1.0. Great.

Depressed. That's probably what I can be described as during the course cards day. The day of Judgment, as what me and the gang call it. I've got my grades already, and it's not the grades one would be proud of. I know, at least I passed. But it's not a reason to be happy. I don't wanna settle for mediocrity. Yeah, but I know for a fact that I deserved that grade. I've been guilty of being quite complacent and here it is, the consequence of my stupidity. I know for myself that I can do better at my academics. I just have to find the right (and lasting) motivation to get things done right and get that 4.0.

When after course cards day, It has been usually my tradition to go alone to Starbucks to reflect and this time, to grieve. So after I got all my cards, I found myself ordering the usual cinnamon swirl and that strawberries and cream frap, then found a seat in that comfy shop and slacked off. As I watch people while sipping through the straw, I've come to ponder on a question that crossed my mind.

"Why does this numbers affect us so much? They're just numbers."

Let's face it. These numbers we call grades affects us greatly as a human being. It dictates the kind of work and career we would get. Add to that, these dictates the quality of life we would have. And, to some extent, these numbers dictate the kind of people we would be. Why is that so? Is these numbers that so important that it holds key to our pivotal moments in life?

Grades, just like money, is important too. These helps us to better ourselves to be prepared for the world of vicious predators and cruel monkeys. It's isn't bad too be a GC person. But, just like money, it shouldn't be the center of our lives. Studying to get good grades isn't bad, as long as you get the essence of what you're studying for.

Crap. I can't believe I'm this depressed. Halata pang minadali ko tong post ko. :P Siguro depressed ako dahil din hindi ako nakakuha ng tickets for Sunday's game. Man, wala na akong pera para sa scalper bumili. Amf. Oh well. I hope La Salle wins this time.

Argentum

2007-08-23T00:25:00.000+08:00

First, my wallet. Second, my iPod. Third, my cellphone. What's next? My life?

I've been a victim of snatching three times. Three times I've been ultimately stupid to let those good-for-nothing soulless creatures steal my valued possessions. What's worst, I've been helpless. I didn't had the chance to defend myself. That's why I've sworn to myself that if ever I'd encounter another Orc, I'd kill him with a bread knife. I'd tear his (or her) flesh slowly with the blunt edges of that wretched steel. Oh well, may justice be done upon him (or them?).

One of the causes why these kinds of heinous crimes exist in our society is poverty. The extreme poverty here in the Philippines can drive one mad and make him a candidate for the next top convict. Epidemic to those impoverished areas, this kind of actions are seen to be the only solution by some to earn money for food.

But as they say, easy come, easy go. The money that those people get isn't enough to sustain a living. By the conditions set here in our country, people are bound to suffer a life of poverty.

Poverty may be the cause of my unfortunate demise. But for me, there is a different reason why these people venture in these kinds of acts. Something deeper, something rooted by centuries of corruption and self-ambition. Something caused by the byzantine system we call, "Government".

This poverty our people is experiencing is brought to us by centuries of corruption by those people who pretend to be our leaders, that is, the Ilustrados who only worked for the sake of their coffins. Since the establishment of our first pseudo-independent government, these twisted men worked hard to fill their bank accounts with gargantuan amounts of cash from the national funds. They pose themselves with fake smiles and forced handshakes; phony gestures shown to legitimize their sins. These conscienceless creatures still exist today, and as of now still continues their dirty deeds. And because of their corrupted souls, millions of Filipinos are bound to a hellish life.

Even though I'm angry for my loss, I can't blame the person who stole my stuff for the deed he did. Maybe he just had this pressing need, for what I don't know. Yet he should face justice, and so does that little ewok and all her minions seating comfy in Malacanang.

To you Mr. Snatcher and Mrs. Ewok, go to hell.

Direction

2007-08-15T19:12:00.000+08:00

I apologize yet again for my long unannounced hiatus. School has been very tough now that our finals week is fast approaching, and add to that, our internet connection had problems due to the rain. Also, my creative juices had dried up yet again that's why i have been dormant these past few days (or is it weeks?).

As I said, our finals week is fast approaching, and life could not get any worst for me. I still have to do lots of reports and term papers and i need to do them fast. There's so many work to do, but there's so little time. each day gets stressful and the pressure is getting intense. I don't know if i can still take it. So if you'd see me turn into a psycho walking around naked while singing that sinabawang gulay song, you know what to blame.

Time flies so fast, and in a matter of weeks we'll be seeing the end of our first term as sophomore students. We'll be getting our course cards and in a few months time, our diplomas. We're already halfway through the course but here i find myself in a dilemma. Recently, I've been thinking of shifting to another course, that is, communication arts. My course now had been quite suffocating, with all those science subjects driving me mad. I have come to doubt if i had made the right course choice. I mean, the course is manageable, but I'm not sure if I'd really like the options available for me after college.

I love the discipline of psychology. I love the psych topics and all of its applications, but I don't know if it's the best thing for me.

But why communication arts? You might ask. I've loved the limelight since I was a kid. I've tried venturing into the show business when I auditioned for 5 and up, a renowned show hosted by kids. The production, the set, and all the stuff that made that show run for a long period of time fascinated me. I've also loved imagining myself as a movie producer/director. Aside from that, I have this fascination for publications, photographs and all those artsy stuff. Add the fact that my Granddad and my Dad works in an advertising firm, which means that I can have guidance as I go on.

Despite the promises of communication arts, I'm still confused. I'm not certain on what direction I should take. Both courses promise a good career. I hope I can make a decision as soon as possible. You, what do you think? Should I go shift, or not?

Kimchi

2007-07-20T23:47:00.000+08:00

Koreans. We see them everywhere. From the daily TV drama shows to our schools, Koreans are just practically scattered everywhere. We see them in multitudes speaking an alien tongue wearing those fancy designer clothes. We see and buy from the stores that they established on our lands. We even watch their foreign dramas and hear their songs. It may be concluded, from these signs, that Koreans have already invaded our country, and they did it fast.

Yesterday, I decided to be alone to reflect on what's happening to my life. I've been beleaguered by so many problems lately, and I’m feeling like my life's so wasted. Studies, Family, Time.. they're just a few of the challenges that plagues me lately. Nothing's going right it seems, and I don't like it that way. To counter them, I had to reflect, to check what's happening on my life, and to try to find a solution to those challenges that i'm facing. So, with a box of churros and a cup of hot choco, I sat down on a bench to think, to reflect.

Solemnly, I sat there, watching every random stranger pass me by. Thoughts came into my mind.

As the silence of my reflection consumed me, out of nowhere, two Koreans suddenly sat down beside me and started to talk to me in an almost inaudible English. They were talking to me, trying to get to know me, and blabbing about Jesus Christ.

WTF. Weird.

I really wanted to be alone that time. Annoyed that I was, I still stayed in that bench just so that I won’t be rude. So there I sat, dumbfounded and forced to listen to two Born Again Koreans who relentlessly talked about the teachings of Jesus Christ. I was supposed to be a bit irritated at them, but I found myself laughing my heart out upon hearing their almost alien English. I can barely understand them, and I can’t even utter a decent reply because I really don’t have an idea what they are saying.

Most of the time, nakatunganga ako sa kanila. Di ko talaga maintindihan mga pinagsasasabi nila eh. Just try imagining Homer (The Simpsons) picking his nose. I somewhat look like that at that time, only I wasn't picking my nose. Hanggang ayun, umalis na sila. Siguro nainis sa akin dahil di ako nagsasalita , o dahil natakot sa akin dahil nagmumukha na akong taong kanto na sabog sa rugby, medyas at tinapa.

I was distracted. Nagulo yung thoughts ko. Maiinis na sana ako, but then I realized, that experience isn't so bad after all. The Koreans gave me a laugh. A great, big laugh in fact. Suddenly, everything felt lighter. It felt like everything's not too serious, like my problems are just a piece of cake. I felt like an empowered geek, thinking that with an optimistic outlook and a determined heart, I can survive any challenge that will come my way. With this, i've proven to myself that laughter can help a person get the right motivation to solve his problems.

Kaya pag may problema, humanap ng Koreano. Koreano ang sagot sa kahirapan. Yun lang yun.

Fides

2007-07-11T19:40:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry for the unannounced hiatus. I was really busy this past few days, and it seems that due to the bombardment of stressful paperworks and assignments, I lost my creative juices. But now, yeah, I'm back here with a new post.

I've been busy with my Philhis class, a subject which requires us to read and research so many stuff regarding about the detailed bits of Philippine history. History is known to be boring, therefore this class is boring. In fact, sa sobrang boring nito ay marami na akong classmates na na-D.O. dahil nahuhuling natutulog. Usually, if I'm in this class, I'll just spend most of my time talking to a random seatmate. Wala lang, just to avoid getting bored and earning a trip to the
Discipline Office.

One time, nakikipagdaldalan ako sa isang seatmate. Sobrang dami naming napagusapan. From sports to books, lahat. Kung anu-ano kasi pinagsasasabi nun kaya humaba ang conversation namin ng ganun. Tapos ang hilig hilig pang magjoke, korny naman. Nasa kalagitnaan ako ng pagtawa sa korny nyang joke nang bigla nya akong tanungin ng:

"Jed, anong relihiyon mo? "

Pakshet. Sa lahat naman ng tatanungin, religion pa. Isa ang religion sa pinakaayaw kong topic, aside from math.

Napaisip ako sa tanong nya. Ano nga ba ang relihiyon ko? Or, better yet, ano nga ba ang paniniwala ko regarding my religion?

I am born as a Catholic. It was a legacy given to me by my parents. Wala akong choice dun eh. But by practice, I think hindi ako matatawag na katoliko. Hindi ako nagdadasal, hindi ako nagpupunta sa simbahan linggo-linggo, hindi ako nagbabasa ng bibliya. I'm even skeptical about him. Maraming dahilan kung bakit ako ganito sa relihiyong nakagisnan ko. Marami akong nakitang mali sa simbahang Romano Katoliko na talaga namang makakasira sa paniniwala ng isang tao. But may side sa akin na nagsasabi na baka naman totoo na may Diyos, isang diyos na malayong malayo sa mga pulitikal na diyos.

Ewan ko, magulo. It's too complicated. Kaya nga ayaw kong pagusapan.

Nainis ako. Sa inis ko, nasagot ko na lang sa kanya

"Ewan ko. Di ko alam. Bahala na si Batman."

At dun na natapos ang usapan namin. Nahuli kasi kami ng prof namin. Sobrang ingay na pala namin. Kaya ayun. Trip to the Discipline Office. Great.

Lecheng religion yan.

Another

2007-06-26T11:47:00.000+08:00

My brain's still not functioning right at the moment, and I can't think of a good post. Thanks to Vinch, for he saved my blog yet again from total decay. I've been tagged, so here goes.

What makes your blogging unique?

What makes my blog stand out from the others? Hmm. Probably the absurdity of my ideas and the horrendously frequent grammatical errors.

When did you start blogging?

I've started during 4th year high school. I was venting my thoughts out at Friendster way back then. I've tried using wordpress before but heck, I was too lazy to update it so i've decided to delete it.

What are your feelings on the “blog popularity” issue?

Blog popularity isn't much of an issue for me, as long as that certain blog is deserving to be popular. The issue for me is the people who are blogging for popularity. I mean, blogs for me are created to share experiences and ideas with other people and to serve as an outlet of your emotions, not as a tool to achieve fame.

What's your favorite childhood memory?

When I was in grade school, I used to eat taho under the sampaloc tree (ust) just beside the grade school building right after our classes end. Dunno why, but every time I eat there while seeing the sunset I always feel sad, yet blissful. Weird. Yun.

Are you a spiritual person?

No. I'm not really into religion and all that spiritual stuff.

Do your moral values affect the way that you blog, and if yes, how?

I guess so. Siguro it affects the topics that I post here, or the way I write. Dunno.

What is the weirdest thing that ever happened to you?

Being bitten at the neck by a Labrador. No, imitating Gene Kelly's dancing in the rain at a supermarket. Ay no pala, dancing the "taktak" dance at the mrt.

What is your best quality?

Optimism. :D

What is your worst quality?

Procrastination. Period.

Whatever

2007-06-21T14:31:00.000+08:00

Taglish
I don't get it why some people dig taglish. You know, that kind of mixed up, maarte-toned, conyotic language. Whenever I hear someone speaking taglish, I get this unusual urge to punch that person and slit his/her neck (kidding). I dunno, there's just this annoying factor in taglish that really gets into my nerves. It's like so annoying kaya. I'm so inis to taglish, I wanna make galit na and all that stuff. It's like so whatever, you know.

Lupin
GMA7 is becoming more and more, socially irresponsible. With it's primed show, Lupin, the station unconciously promotes crime as a cool thing. In the show, the lead role being portrayed is a thief, who steals for his own satisfaction. Therefore, the role only does bad, shitty stuff, and it doesn't promote good values. That's a bad thing, especially when almost half of your viewers are minors. I hope kids would be smart enough not to imitate Lupin, and I do hope that next time, GMA7 would be more careful on planning their shows.

School
Stress is a part of a person's daily life. And for me, stress is becoming a major problem. As the term progresses, the pressure of my subjects also intensifies. I hope I do survive this term without failing a subject. Mahirap na bumagsak, may major pa naman ako.

Donuts
Aside from the color green and orange juice, donuts are now becoming one of my addictions. I simply can't help but be addicted to them. Hell, who wouldn't be addicted to that soft, chewy and oh so yummy heaven sent food? I can eat a whole box of 12 donuts, lalo na pag Cello's, Gonuts or Krispy kreme! ( kaya tumataba eh.)

Tugsh.

Libertad

2007-06-12T09:12:00.000+08:00

June 12th is Philippine independence day.

On this day we remember the deeds of our heroes who valiantly fought for the freedom of our country. We honor the people who gave up their lives for the good of the Filipino people, and those who sacrificed so much so that we can reach what we are enjoying now. We also celebrate our nationalism, our pride to be Filipinos. ›This day is important, as it reminds us of our past and our identity. But, it seems to me that the essence of this day is lost. It seems that Filipinos nowadays forget the importance of our freedom. It seems that the hardships of our heroes are taken for granted.

Many of our fellowmen are turning their backs on being Filipinos. They’d rather be a citizen under the star spangled banner or the rising sun than be a juan de la cruz. Many Filipinos opt to give up their lives as free men and serve foreign masters in exchange for citizenship and cold hard cash. It’s sad, but this is the reality nowadays. Due to the many problems that bug our country, nobody wants to be a Filipino anymore.

Extreme poverty, rooted corruption, ballooning debts, intellectual exodus, starvation and unemployment. These are some of the problems that our country is facing. With these problems, it isn’t surprising how people abandon their Filipino identity and freedom. Living in a country bedridden with so many problems can really get into your nerves. But whatever problems it may be, it isn’t a license to just throw off your identity, your freedom, your heritage. It isn’t a license to just throw off a gift our heroes died for so that you could have it.

Be thankful for a wonderful heritage our heroes gave us. They sacrificed their lives for it, so better be thankful about it.

Stand up, be proud and show some love. Mabuhay ang Pinoy!

Happy independence day!

MoA Madness

2007-06-09T23:59:00.000+08:00

June 9th.

I had attented the long-awaited blogger's eb in MoA. Funny that i had to make an alibi to my parents just to be able to join that event. But all the efforts paid off. The EB was a blast! It was a fun-filled day,and everybody who came had a great time. I saw some familiar faces, and at the same time met new friends.

All the stuff we did that day were fun. From the merienda time at Yellow Cab, the ice skating moments to the late dinner conference at the food court. Laughter was always heard and there were no dull moments. I had learned a lot of new stuff, and I am so thankful I met such great people.

to benj, shari, jeff, neil, KK, moses, irvin, billycoy, l.a., aaronjames, joe, yna, karla, cars, baylon, rens, chabs and Vinch, thank you! I had a great time with you guys! looking forward for the next eb!

And yeah! cheers to one euphoric month! :D

Tagged

2007-06-06T19:18:00.000+08:00

I have been blank these past few days. My blog was, well rotting. But thanks to Vinch, I have now something to post. Thank you for tagging me and for saving my blog from doom.

I've been tagged, and it looks like fun, so i'm gonna try it. Here goes:

Instructions:
Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about him/her. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I have this weird habit of "undressing" chickens before eating Them. that is, removing the skin before munching. I'll eat the skin after the meal is over. Parang dessert. Tas samahan mo pa ng chocolate sundae as dip. yun.

2. I invent a lot of words. Something like boomlaverz, putrambell and chukarikoo. I guess that makes me weird, and a schizophrenic too. Wahahaha!

3. I am addicted to orange juice. Maniwala kayo weird yan.

4. When I was a kid, I had this habit of spreading peanut butter on my face, then i'll let my dog lick it off. It just stopped when our dog died when I was 7 years old. Buti na lang!

5. I believed in Santa Claus, and every time Christmas day comes, i'll wish for world peace. Nasayang yung mga wishes ko. hehehe.

6. BS Psychology, my course, drives me crazy. So probably, i'll end up as a psychopath instead of curing lunatics.

now, i'm gonna tag:

Yna
Joe
Japboy

I'm supposed to do another one, the alexa train, kaso di ko gets so next time na lang yun. Tugsh.

Somniculosus

2007-06-01T22:30:00.000+08:00

Chemistry is boring. That's a fact.

And when you're bored, you tend to think weird, silly things.

Just like what happened to me. I've been sitting in my Chemistry class for sometime now, and each day of it never fails to bore me. All those subatomic particles drive me nuts, and those chemical equations are like lullabies inviting me to sleep like a baby. Every meeting is just the same, so to save me from boredom and humiliation caused by being caught sleeping, I always tend to think of funny and weird thoughts. Earlier, we had a really boring chemistry lab class, so there I went, imagining stuff. And I had thought of a really really weird one.

"What if everything in the world is reversed?"

That was the question that sprung in my mind. What if the world was in reverse? Would we think it as funny? Or will it just be normal? At first I was just asking questions, but later on, I'd imagined situations that amused me big time.

situations na tipong ganito:

pumapasok tayo sa school para di mag-aral. pag nag-aral ka, babagsak ka. worst di mo mapigilang mag-aral.
latest fashion na ang nakahubad. pag may damit ka, baduy ka at worst, immoral ka.
dahil latest fashion na ang nakahubad, nakareverse din ang porn flicks at sexy movies. lahat na ng taong nakadamit ay sexy at pornographical.
dahil immoral na ang pagsusuot ng damit, having sex is on the reverse din. so pag nagsesex, dadamitan ang sex partner.
ikaw ang magseserve ng food sa counters ng fastfood chains, at ikaw din ang babayaran.
gigising tayo sa gabi. matutulog tayo sa umaga.
ang presidente at mga government officials ang boboto sa mga tao.
baligtad na din ang pagkanta at pagsasalita. pag kumakanta, parang tula na. pag nagsasalita, pakanta naman.
ang mga pagkain ay originally luto na. so pag lulutuin mo ito, gagawin mo itong hilaw. in short, hihilawin mo ito.
ikaw ang tv show o movie flick na pinapanood ng tv at ng mga sinehan.

at marami pang iba.

I can't help but laugh whenever I think of those situations. But pano nga kung ito ang norms natin? Paano nga kung totoo itong mga to? I wonder. Hehehe. Wala lang.

Bloggers In Town

2007-05-26T10:50:00.001+08:00

Last May22, 2007 we had a blogger's eye ball.

And boy it was hell of a fun. The EB gave us six to have the chance to know each other and deepen our friendship. During the EB, we did a lot of stuff, from playing bowling to staring at nowhere. Stuff that helped me know more about the people behind those interesting blogs and the late night conferences. I also knew some interesting and useful facts (like chickens causing homosexuality, and some bowling damoves) I am so grateful I met such beautiful people.

To you peepz, and to the bloggers in the late night conferences, thank you for the friendship! I am looking forward for more EB's. See yah next EB!

Return

2007-05-23T21:17:00.001+08:00

This day marked the start of my second year in college.

And man was it stressful! I was 45 minutes late in my first class because of that damn problematic LRT, and I had to walk a distance from the station to our building. I also had to awfully line up for the elevator. During that time, i felt like i'm in a new world, because there were so many new, unfamiliar faces in school. La Salle was literally flooded with kids, err.. freshmen dressed in ahmm.. exuberant clothes (first day eh.). I was overwhelmed.

This day felt so unusual.

I felt like i'm estranged from my second home. The school grounds were as if new, my friends we're like strangers again, and me like a frosh. It's a weird phenomenon, but i guess it's normal after spending a month and a half in house arrest doing practically nothing.

Much has changed, but everything's still the same.

My summer break was well, almost devoid of trips and gimmicks, but it was nevertheless fun. I've known new friends, i've had time to rest, and i've learned so many things. One of the things I learned is that cheesedogs taste better when dipped in peanut butter.Also, I learned that orange juice can be dangerously addictive, alarm clocks can be so frigging painful (lalo na pag nabagsakan ka sa mukha, which i experienced.), and that ants and worms die when drowned in ethyl alcohol. But now that school's up, it's time to say goodbye to summer. My vacation is officially over.

Haay. I'm back to school. ehehehe..

Initium

2007-05-21T18:50:00.000+08:00

Hello.

I can't really think of a proper topic suited for my first post here. Firsts are very special to me, you know. That is why, i'm kind of pressured posting a digestible post. I need to post something sensible. But the tremendous heat is still taking its toll on me. My brain is frying and is unable to produce enough creative juices to fuel my imagination. Due to those circumstances, and since most of you don't know me that well, I guess i'll just post a getting-to-know-you post in a sort of, self - interview.

"the jerd interview"
Q: Jed, bakit ang pangit mo?

Di ko rin alam. Siguro talagang pangit lang talaga ako.

Q: Ilang taon ka na nabubuhay sa pesteng mundong ito?

18 years. Still counting.

Q: Saan ka nakatira, peste ka!? Saan!??

Down south yo! Sa Cavite yo!

Q: Nakainom ka na ba ng gatas direcho mula sa karton?

So sa karton na pala galing ang gatas ngayon? di na sa dede ng cow?

Q: Kilala mo ba si Muffin man?

Duh! si muffin man? di mo kilala!? Duh! ako din eh.

Q: Eh Nakausap mo na ba si Tom?

Sinong Tom? Tom Raider?

Q: Uy hindi yun ganun! Anong paborito mong pagkain?

Ikaw.

Q: Hindi ako pagkain. Eto na lang, ano mas gusto mo, Jollibee o Mcdo?

Mcdo. Jollibee. Mcdo. Jollibee. Ikaw.

Q: Abnormal ka Jed. Next, kinakain mo ba yung taba sa dulo ng barbecue?

Slight lang. Steady lang. Ok lang. Minsan. Yeah.

Q: Sa tingin mo saan nagpupunta ang mga langaw sa gabi?

Sa Quezon Ave., humahada siguro.

Q: Kung ang buhay mo ay isinapelikula, ano ang magiging title nito?

Alipin ng Pagnanasa! nyahahahaha!

Q: Nasubukan mo na bang i-ulam ang chippy?

di lang chippy.. pati piattos, nova, tostillas etc.. take note pati lay's!!

Q: Masaya ka ba ngayon? Bakit ka masaya?

Masaya ako kasi... *toooot*.. yun.

Q: Naniniwala ka bang uunlad ang Pilipinas?

Sana.. wish ko lang kay Santa Claus..

Q: If you have $250, 000, what would you do first?

Ipapapalit ko muna sa peso para magamit.. tas bibili ng macbook! awww..

Q: Anong gusto mong gawin ngayon?

Tapusin na tong post na to!!! waaah!

Q: Yun lang!?

Oo, yun lang, kaya flease! stoff vhugghering meh!