Monday, December 31, 2007

happy new year everyone!

Happy New Year!

It sounds like a war outside; cannons are booming, flak bursts in the air, random surface-to-air missiles reaching vainly towards the sky... Hehehehe...

Call me evil, brutal, bloodthirsty, or sadistic, but I'm really waiting for the latest casualty reports. I want to see how many stupid idiots blew themselves up with mishandled firecrackers and overpowered explosives. Just a few days ago I was watching some children throw firecrackers around WITHOUT ADULT SUPERVISION. What a crazy world we live in...

I think that this would be the first New Year's Eve wherein I would spend most of my time inside our house. Guess why... Hehehe...

I FINALLY GOT A NEW COMPUTER!

After more than 48 hours of problems, glitches, bugs, flared tempers, and quite a few snapped heads, I finally got our new computer to work. People, Windows Vista is a nightmare! Thank God for good old Windows XP; I can finally install and play Call of Duty 4 and Command and Conquer 3!

WOOHOO!

Yes, I wasted no time in saving you good people the trouble of having to get me the top 3 items on my wishlist. Hahaha. Now I can truly say that I had a VERY MERRY Christmas.

The noise is getting louder and louder. It's only 10:50, and people are already letting loose with the stereos, horns, pans, and firecrackers. I guess it's time I put on my headphones and drown out Beautiful Girl with the sounds of submachine guns and tanks.

Hehehehe...

Sunday, December 23, 2007

merry christmas!

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone!

I'm sending out my greetings while my DSL connection is still functional. Hahaha!

Oh, and thanks to everyone who greeted me a happy birthday!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

o holy crap



Yes. I'm in a VERY EVIL MOOD today.

The "carolers" outside only serve to fuel my rage. Thank heaven for earphones; I can drown out the out-of-tone screeches of the children outside with white noise.

I know, I know. I'm being a Scrooge. Don't send the ghosts of Christmas after me.

I really need some stress relief.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

skyrockets in flight

There is something magical about watching meteors in the sky. Streaks of light coming out of nowhere courtesy of dust particles in space are some of the most beautiful things one can ever see.

The sad thing is that I didn't get to experience it that much.

It was really unexpected. With nearly a hundred people to look after I spent most of my time looking at the ground instead of at the sky.

Hearing the people squeal with delight at every bright streak of light was immensely frustrating since I didn't get to see much.

CRAP. Why the hell am I complaining?! I should be thankful.

AND I AM.


Our event on Friday night was a HUGE success. We were even featured in a QTV news report!

Haay... I'm tired. Not sleeping for 27 hours straight can be bad for you. Hahaha.

There is something magical about seeing a lot of people having fun. The applause and screams of "yun!" or "wow!" every 10 or so seconds may make your ears hurt, but it's all worth it.

The smiles on people's faces are one of the most wonderful things you can ever see.

Congratulations to all the members of the UP Astronomical Society!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

back in time

I envy children.

They don't have any problems at all. Transport strikes are nothing to them. Crazy senators with delusions of saving the Republic don't bother them. Oil price hikes? Government corruption? Tuition fee increases? Papers? Reports? No allowance? Smelly, disgusting, repulsive, inconsiderate cigarette-smoking jerks polluting an air-conditioned FX?

I want my baba.

That is why I miss my childhood. Oh crap, look at the can of worms I just tipped over. I didn't have a care in the world back then. It was just me, my milk bottle, my toys, my fluffy pillow, and my books. My worst crises dealt with cuts, scrapes, bruises, splinters, and the odd milk tooth coming out to meet the tooth fairy.

School? Work? Family? Country? Future?

Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie.
Kiss the girls
and make them cry.

Hahaha. Yes, I'm about nine days away from crossing the threshold into full adulthood; no more hiding behind the illusion of being "twenteen"!

I'm getting older every minute. Can of worms? More like Pandora's Box! I do try to hold on to every bit of my childhood which I could get my hands on.

Hehehe. We played patintero and piko in class this morning. Patintero I remember. Piko? No idea. Relation to topic? Absolutely minimal. Hahaha.

Bits of childhood. Right. Remember that picture of a dinosaur book I posted some days ago? I still want that book! I spent hours in the CSA Grade School Library all those years before reading that and all the other dinosaur books there. I must have borrowed every dinosaur book at least twice.

What is it with me and dinosaurs? Wow. Nice segueway. Ever since I saw Disney's Fantasia when I was in kindergarten I had become entranced with the ancient beasts. However, it was The Land Before Time which pushed me over to obsession with Littlefoot and all his saurian brethren!

My parents and grandparents "helped me along" by giving me books about dinosaurs. I also got toys which I used to recreate (you read that right!) the three periods of the Mesozoic era on our living room floor. I filled notebooks with categorized lists of dinosaur names complete with descriptions.

I could make them all march over my head.

Sauropods: Apatosaurus, Diplodocus, Brachiosaurus, Ophistocoelocaudia...

Ceratopsians: Triceratops, Monoclonius, Styracosaurus, Anchiceratops...

Hadrosaurs: Parasaurolophus, Corythosaurus, Lambeosaurus, Anatotitan...

Carnosaurs: Tyrannosaurus, Allosaurus, Charcarodontosaurus, Carnotaurus...

And I could go on and on and on...

Plus there were the cards (one big stack of them) and the posters (one thick pile of them) and the drawings (yes, I do have some artistic talent) and, and did I mention the books?

What was it with me and dinosaurs? I still don't know.

Come to think of it, that is one bit of my childhood which never really went away. I'm still quite obsessed with dinosaurs, so much so that the most recent issue of National Geographic (the one with pachycephalosaur Dracorex hogwartsia on the cover) had me squealing with glee. Oh, and I'm really looking forward to NGC's Bizarre Dino Week next week. Now that's a birthday treat!

Of course, the one thing which would really, REALLY make my birthday complete would be a trip to Star City's Dino Island. I saw it on Unang Hirit a few days ago, the largest dinosaur exhibit in Southeast Asia... I WANT TO GO THERE. I haven't really seen a complete dinosaur skeleton before, and they have one of Tsintaosaurus just waiting to be photographed with me. Hehehe.

Robotic and fossilized dinosaurs just an hour's drive away from home...

I WANT TO GO THERE.

And when I get there, and you happen to see me there, you'll see a little child standing awestruck in the shadow of the giants he so obsessively loved -and still loves.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

writer's block

I am at a loss for words. Literally. Pun intended. Hahaha.

So... What to write about... Hmmm...

I am now officially on holiday mode. In other words, I now consider deadlines as mere suggestions to get to work (as if I didn't do that before) and class hours as short breaks from my more important job of relaxing at home.

Ahh... The life of a student... Must be why (as Day-day so succinctly put it the other day) I'm on my way to becoming an institution of UP. Hahaha. One day, they'll be renaming the Math Building to 'Obidos Hall'. Hehehe.

***
It's December once again. The Christmas spirit is in the air. I can't wait for Christmas break! Hahaha. So what should you get me for Christmas? Wish list to follow. Hahaha.

***
I should be transcribing my interview right now. However, the two-hour break I have later on DURING (or is it before?) Prof. Avecilla's class should be enough time to put that 12-minute interview to paper.

As Prof. Lambino told us some weeks ago, I got a life and watched the Pamaskong Pailaw 2007 Dance Concert at the UP Theater last night. It was the FIRST time IN FOUR YEARS that I got to enter the UP Theater. Here's hoping that next time I enter it I'll be FINALLY graduating. Hahaha.

***
My lunch is taking too long. I'm hungry. I already had a cup of coffee and two dinner rolls for breakfast, but my stomach is already screaming for more. I just checked. The rice isn't even done yet. Crap. I'm hungry.

Maybe I should start on that interview.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

subliminal messaging

I used to read this book at the Colegio San Agustin Grade School library many years ago.

I can still remember it very clearly, down to the tiniest detail of the drawings inside.

The problem? I saw it at Trinoma yesterday, and I couldn't get it.

I already had two books lined up before I saw this one, and I couldn't afford to spend another centavo.

It was really frustrating.

I wanted to buy it, yet the bean counters in my mind were already screaming. Sure, it only cost 120 pesos, but aside from the sentimental value I couldn't find any reason to justify to my rational self the release of 120 pesos for a book which did not even reach 30 pages.

I AM SO DAMN CHEAP.

Hahaha.

Maybe I should have taken up Accounting.

Hehehe.

***
I was surprised to find a Toys 'R Us store at Trinoma. (Ano 'to, tour ng Trinoma??)

For me, a trip to any mall can never be complete without a leisurely stroll inside a toy shop. Yes, even at 20 years old I still enjoy looking at toys, and wishing that they were mine.

Uh oh.

It's not that I didn't have any toys when I was a child; my parents used to bring home a new Matchbox car everyday after work, and the fact that my birthday is just a few days short of Christmas ensured double the amount of presents I received every December.

Maybe it's my childhood frustrations surfacing; the 'I want this, I want that' syndrome manifesting itself once again. I got much of what I wanted when I was a child, but quite a lot of what I wanted then slipped through my fingers.

The grass is always greener on the other side.

Hahaha.

***
Starbucks.

Enough said.

Hehehe.

***
BA Journalism is turning out to be a VERY EXPENSIVE course. In two weeks I've spent more than three-fourths of my allowance on transportation; finding people to interview for class can bring you to new and wonderful places which you never knew existed.

AND DRAIN YOUR WALLET SO FAST.

Yet it all can be very rewarding. You get to see new places, you get to meet new people (and make good contacts on the way!), and you learn things which you can never learn anywhere else.

Yes, it's tiring and it can cost a lot. It can also be VERY FRUSTRATING at times.

But in the end, IT'S ALL WORTH IT.

As a friend (who by the way would UNFORTUNATELY miss out on my yearly FREE PIZZA TREAT during our Christmas party) said:

ang punto ko, simple.at.malabo.

kung ang mata ko naligayahan sa nakita nya,
ang ilong ko eh nakaamoy ng pag-asa.

***
I found myself singing along to one of Jose Mari Chan's Christmas songs as I went through the Cubao MRT station on the way home yesterday. The Christmas spirit is really in the air.

28 (or so) days to go before Christmas! (Sorry, couldn't resist!)

I felt so happy then; I felt that things were finally falling into place. Only a few little things remain.

***
Haay... Back to work!

Monday, November 26, 2007

i live!

Wow. I survived One More Chance.

Since time immemorial I've hated -absolutely LOATHED- romantic movies. All the lovey-dovey on screen has the unfortunate effect of making my stomach spasm involuntarily, causing a substantial amount of the fluids contained therein to spew forth from my mouth.

The movie wasn't as bad as I expected though. Sure, the story was so predictable as to make me roll my eyes at every twist and turn, but certain aspects of the movie such as Maja Salvador and a few other pretty ladies more than made up for all the inhuman torment brought about by the uber-cliched romantic comedy plot.

And yes, Ching, I could also relate to the conflicts in the story.

But then again...

Why can't Filipino filmmakers create ONE DECENT WAR MOVIE?

Hahaha. PLEASE. Just one to break up (pun intended) the endless flood of same-old same-old romantic teen flicks. And yes, SO THAT I COULD DRAG ERIKA TO IT.

Revenge would be SO SWEET.

***
This is the effect of not enough caffeine in my system. I've gone for over eighteen hours now without a single sip of coffee. Amazing, given all that I was able to accomplish today:

1) One (1) NEW UP ID card. (With a stunningly handsome photo!)
2) One (1) interview with radio announcer Danilo Santos for BJ 101.
3) One (1) interview with TV reporter Alex Tinsay for BJ 101.
4) Two (2) books bought at stupidly low prices. (You can cross off Teeth of the Tiger and The Cardinal of the Kremlin from your Christmas lists)
5) Six (6) little piglets brought to the movies.

Whew. Thank God that my BC 100 class tomorrow is at 1 PM.

****
Quote of the day:

A: Bye pigs! (Supposed to be only bye pig!)

E: Anong pigs? PIG! (With conviction pa!)

Hehehehe... I love pigs.


one more chance

She finally did it. After one month of endless badgering and quite a few fights she finally 'convinced' me to go with her to Trinoma to watch One More Chance.

Somebody please shoot me.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

time crisis

There, I've calmed down somewhat.

A few minutes ago I was shivering like crazy. I still can't understand why. Who knew that a spark of inspiration could lead to this?

I'm supposed to give a report on broadcasting history for class on Thursday. Yes, THURSDAY. Two days from now. I've researched the topic already, and the only thing keeping me from setting a lifetime record by FINISHING THE REPORT ONE DAY EARLY is the question of presentation.

It hit me this morning, and I've been 'overstaying' here at home to try to further develop the idea.

I stumbled upon one Internet site which had a list of historic radio broadcasts. If you click on the link, try and guess which one I listened to first.

So there I was, complete with earphones and all. The screen was blank, so I felt like I was just listening to the radio.

Why the shivering? I GOT SCARED. It all felt so real, like I WAS REALLY THERE. The illusion was so complete that for a moment I got lost in time.

Of course it could be the one cup of coffee I drank this morning, but there was something...

...else.

I'm going to eat lunch now. I've got a class at 1 PM. I'll finish the report tomorrow.

***
Words of wisdom:
"If it bleeds, it leads." - from yesterday's Journalism 101 class

Friday, November 16, 2007

week one

And I'm tired already.

Enough said.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

genius

Amazing. Simply amazing.

I REALLY want to meet this person.

Suspending classes and sending people home at FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON is just pure genius!

But that's not all. This person must be a regular Albert Einstein! This person suspended classes EXACTLY WHEN THE TORRENTIAL RAINS STOPPED.

Damn! I really want to meet this guy!

AND SHOOT HIM IN THE HEAD.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

seven days later

Wednesday. What was once my sacred midweek break is now just a regular school day once again.

I used this day for stress relief. If I was not sleeping until three in the afternoon I was blowing off steam in front of this computer. Very rarely did I do anything academically-related on this day, and those rare occasions usually took place near the end of the semester.

Now I have two classes on Wednesday. AND, thanks to a few 'friends', I am now COMPELLED to wake up at 5:30 AM to ensure that I would not be late for my 8:30 class.

THANKS for electing me as one of your class monitors guys. Rest assured that I will abuse the power you have entrusted to me whenever I feel like it.

BWAHAHAHAHA!

***
Of course I'm only kidding.

While I'm quite miffed at having to wake up at such an unholy hour for the next 14 or so Wednesdays, I really appreciate the opportunity to finally get rid of my old enemy: TARDINESS.

After a semester wherein I came to class either barely on time (which was rare enough) or THIRTY MINUTES after the class started (which was nearly ALL THE TIME), I want to turn over a new leaf. With professors who threaten to penalize latecomers, I HAVE TO.

Yes, I WILL NO LONGER BE LATE, and now that I've shouted it out into the world I can count on my PRIDE and yes, YOU, to force me to live up to my promise.

Next target: PROCRASTINATION.

I've kept away from my work long enough. I've still got a financial report to finalize, receipts to prepare, readings to read, and assignments to finish.

Or maybe I'll sleep first.

Monday, November 12, 2007

a shoutout to the tooth fairy

It was all I could do to keep from screaming. The pain was excruciating, but it was all over in seconds. The rest of the operation took only a few minutes more with me blissfully above the pain, yet still aware of what was going on.

I wonder what would have happened if I had not been not sedated during my previous major operations. Would I have been as talkative then as I was a few hours ago? It was a wonder that the dentist could concentrate on getting my shattered tooth out with my constant and barely understandable blabbering, numbed mouth and all.

I managed to laugh a lot of times, except at that horrific one minute interval that saw two needles being pushed into my tender gums. I didn't scream, but my sister's hands were all red and sore after. After that I felt nothing at all, and all I could do was laugh at myself and ask a lot of questions. It was my first tooth extraction after all.

***
The stupid little no-nosed troll beside me right now is still rubbing it in; apparently she had one too many tooth extractions in the past and she just couldn't pass up the chance to make me feel all her pain. Oh yeah, she also couldn't get over the fact that my tooth was larger than her poor excuse of a nose. Hehehe... Love ya sis!
***

The tooth in question was quite near the back of my mouth and the hole it left is well hidden by my front teeth, so I can still smile. The even better news is that I can return to my normal diet, sans hot liquids and seafood for at least a week.

I'll be keeping my little tooth under my pillow tonight.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

news flash!

In two years, I will be a journalist.

Two more years of papers, exams, papers, reports, papers, and more papers. But hey, it's better than the alternative, right?

I'm going to be at UP tomorrow to fix things at the OUR, SE, and CMC, so this new development will cost me one day of vacation. Scratch one day of just staring at the computer monitor.

Thanks to everyone who gave their support!


Monday, November 05, 2007

...and now we wait

I just spent the better part of the day proving to my self that I was still deadly proficient at using a sniper rifle, be it a Kar95k or a Mosin-Nagant. I was a bit slow and my aim was off at times, but I was still able to mow down wave after wave of Nazi grunts with just one rifle.

Of course, it was all just a game. I haven't played Call of Duty in quite a long time, so this afternoon was a welcome break. Besides, I needed the release, and what better way to get rid of excess anxiety and stress than to pop a few virtual Nazis in the head. Okay, so I blew up a few trucks and shot down a few planes on the way, but I've got A LOT of stress to relieve.

Which, incidentally, also caused me to splurge on lunch at Kenny Rogers. Before leaving home this morning I had already resolved to eat there whatever the result of my desperate last-ditch effort at securing a future. Erika had one piece of fried chicken and spaghetti, while I had a 1/4 piece of roast chicken with mashed potatoes and rice. Yum yum, but my pockets hurt like hell.

I expected to spend less than 10 minutes in UP this morning. I go in, see that I'm not on the list, and get out. Simple, but it was not to be.

I got in late thanks to a rare traffic jam on the way out of Marikina. 30 minutes late to be exact, but there on the door was a list with my name on it. Whew. I got to take the essay exam for shifting into BA Journalism. The Glorietta incident in one page and why I want to shift to Journalism in not more than three paragraphs. Now all I have to do is to wait for the results.

Wednesday. Two days from now. 48 hours. Waiting is really the hardest part.

But at least now I've got a chance.

here we go...

Remember, remember, the 5th of November...

Well, I guess it's time to face the music. There's no point in delaying it any longer. I'll have to find out sooner or later.

Let's see... In three hours I'll find out that

a) I've become a premature graduate, or,

b) I've signed on for another two years with that damned abomination called CRS.

Just between you and me, I'm shivering like crazy.

Scared? Me? Nah...

I'm terrified.

Monday, October 29, 2007

nightmares

I think I had my first nightmare in a very long time. At least I think I did. I'm not even sure if I slept a wink last night.

The one thing I hate about long vacations is the insomnia that comes with it. Maybe it's because I'm currently doing nothing. Maybe it's because for the first time in months I don't feel the least bit tired. Or maybe it's because I've got too much on my mind -AGAIN.

I spent a good part of this morning just tossing and turning on my bed. I don't know why, but my head hurt like hell. Too much coffee? Nah, there's no such thing as too much coffee. Besides, I only had two small cups the night before.

The irony is just amazing. Just a few short weeks ago I was dead tired from a lack of sleep; 5 hours in bed was a godsend. Now I can't sleep until 3 in the morning, even without caffeine coursing through my veins.

I felt really bad on waking up this morning. The coughing and the resurgent headache kept me in bed until well after lunch. A relapse? I sure hope not. That damned disease screwed up ALL my plans, and I have no idea what to do to repair the damage. Time is against me. I'm starting to think that I'm destined to fail; everything I try to do is stopped or blocked by things beyond my control.

Fatalistic? Defeatist? This is not me. But I'm tired. Dead tired. This IS a nightmare.

Monday, October 22, 2007

incomplete

Some of my grades are already up on CRS. I must say that I'm really surprised by the results.
I got a 2 in PI 100! Yes! I had expected a 2.5, but hey, I must have done something right!

I got a 1.5 in Comm 3. That darned group report must have dragged down what should have been a 1.25, but I'm still happy with the outcome.

And now, here's the kicker. I got an INCOMPLETE for Film 100. COME ON! That makes THREE incomplete grades for the semester!

I just passed my Journ 100 requirements this morning, so that little pothole should be smoothed over by now.

My English 1 professor would have me write a make-up essay in lieu of the final exam which I missed; that pothole should be over and done with by November.

But Film 100? THAT was a real surprise! I must be slipping. That damned dengue fever-induced vacation really screwed my life up big time!

Stress. Stress. Stress. It's piling up again.

This was supposed to be my week off, but no, problems are raining down on me. AAAARGH!

Time to raid the chocolate box.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

a box of chocolates

I'm hungry.

I can't explain it, but my stomach is grumbling quite noisily. I ate a big dinner, yes, but I'm still hungry!

Erika's mom sent over a box of chocolates from the States a few days ago, and it's tantalizingly within reach. So close, but I've already had four pieces of the luscious milk chocolate within the past 20 minutes.

Four pieces in 20 minutes.

Four pieces in 20 minutes.

I WANT MORE!

I crave that delectable taste in my mouth, that creamy feeling in my tongue, that momentary sense of perfection and satisfaction as the chocolate slides down my gullet...

Ooh... I WANT MORE CHOCOLATE!

But, l must restrain myself. I must control myself. I must preserve the chocolate for tomorrow. Yes. Conserve resources. Preserve the wealth.

I must get back to my Journ 100 assignment. Enough of this foolishness.

No more chocolate tonight.

No more chocolate tonight.

No more chocolate tonight.

AARGH!

Must... Have... Chocolate!

AAAAA...!

Friday, October 19, 2007

back home

Yes, I'm back, and I'm still very much alive.

Thanks to everyone for your help, support, and prayers; a very special thank you to my donors -you know who you are.

Now I have to get back to my (normal) life. I've still got papers to write, exams to take, and applications to fill up.

Of course now I also have to intensify my anti-mosquito technology research and development efforts. I can't afford another bout of dengue fever. A lot of baby mosquitoes are going to die tonight...


Sunday, October 07, 2007

portfolio 1: confessions of a commuter

**I'll be posting my three best essays in English 1 for the next few days. Since I'm supposed to encode them, why not also post them? Hehehehe. Seriously now, I'll be submitting these essays as a final project so please feel free to point out any mistakes in spelling, grammar, and common sense. Violent reactions and brutal comments will be most appreciated.


Confessions of a Commuter

I want a car. No, I need a car. How I wish that I could get from Point A to Point B with minimal effort, like the lucky souls who have their own cars, instead of having to contend with the chaotic public transportation system. As a commuter, not only do I have to live with barely controlled chaos, I also have to compete with other commuters. I am also witness to one of the fiercest battles of our time. I see it nearly every day, even on those rare occasions when I'm lucky enough to ride in my dad's car.

This battle is between two of what can arguably be called the most Pinoy of our public utility vehicles (PUVs): the jeepney and the FX taxi. These two are certainly unique to our country, and they are the most prolific PUVs on our streets. They are also locked in an inevitable conflict over the one resource which drives a PUV: passengers. The question then is, who is winning the battle? Will the iconic jeepney eventually triumph over the FX, or will the upstart FX sweep away the jeepney? I think that it's a bit of a stalemate, but see and judge for yourselves as I take you along on one of my days as a commuter.

I encounter three types of PUVs every time I step out of the house: short-, medium-, and long-range PUVs. Usually, I just walk to the main road, so I dispense with the short-range PUVs; the foot powered pedicabs and the more advanced tricycles. A normal day won't have me going to Makati or Paranaque, so I won't need a long-range PUV; either a bus or the Metro Rail Transit (MRT). A normal day would definitely have me using medium-range PUVs; the jeepneys and the FX taxis. I won't count the normal taxi cabs here, as I simply can't afford them.

A normal day would have me walking to the terminal at the top of the main road, where I will have the choice of taking a jeepney or an FX taxi. I usually queue up for an FX taxi, as it is (usually) the first to leave the terminal. Another reason why I prefer the FX taxi is that it its fast.

The FX taxi was originally supposed to be a high-capacity cab, but it has since evolved into a mini-jeepney capable of carrying 10 passengers. It is fast, but its speed is not of the Formula 1 variety. Travel by FX is usually quicker because the drivers follow a defined but flexible route. They tend to go for the shortest way possible, utilizing shortcuts and back roads which they also use to go around traffic-prone areas. My daily commute -from home to Katipunan Avenue- is about 11 kilometers. Travelling that 11 kilometer stretch by FX takes only about 15 minutes.

A trip on a jeepney would take twice the time, since jeepneys are confined to a fixed route. In my case, the jeepney route from home to Katipunan is more circuitous than that taken by the FX, adding some 10-15 minutes to the travel time. In terms of travel speed, the FX taxi beats the jeepney.

The jeepney was born at the end of World War 2, fashioned out of surplus American utility vehicles. Since then, it has become an icon of Philippine society and culture and, some say, has become an art form. Indeed, with all the ornamentation and colors of the jeepney, you would feel like travelling in a mobile art gallery. However, the beauty of the jeepney is only skin deep, for past the ornate decorations and paintings is an old and oftentimes broken-down body.

The jeepney has been with us for decades, and it shows. The interior of most jeepneys these days are dirty at best, corroded at worst. The floors are often rusted and littered with food wrappers and dirt, the seats are torn and frayed, and the engines are an environmentalist's nightmare. I have had an experience wherein cockroaches were quite literally crawling out of the woodwork. Mosquitoes are also present in many jeepneys. 60 years is such a long time, yet the only innovation in the jeepney's design which has been adopted nearly everywhere is the string in the ceiling which switches on a light that signals the driver to stop.

An FX on the other hand, does not have intricate statuettes on its hood. No paintings adorn its sides. However, it is air conditioned. Its seats are soft and cushy, which is a huge improvement from the sometimes hard and even wooden seats of a jeepney. The interior of an FX is so comfortable that I always take the opportunity to sneak in a few minutes of shut-eye. Most FXs are also well-maintained, and some come with air fresheners or even fresh sampaguita which really does a lot to lighten one's mood.Yes, the jeepney is a work of art on the outside, but the FX is a work of art where it counts.

The FX taxi is still a bit of a puzzle though. All FX taxis have LTFRB- or LTO-registered fare meters, but these are never used. Instead, passengers are charged flat fees. 10 pesos is the minimum while 25 pesos is the maximum, depending on the destination. This is where the jeepney trumps the FX. A jeepney charges a minimum fare of 7 pesos which increases with distance, and students and senior citizens can even avail of a discount which lowers the minimum fare to 6 pesos. Travelling by jeepney is so cheap that -all things being equal- I would rather take a jeepney than take an FX. All other things are not equal, however, so the relief you give to your wallet will cost you quality of service. To cash-strapped individuals though the savings would be more welcome than the few minutes in an air conditioned FX. The jeepney clearly takes this round.

So far, we have looked at the major qualities of the jeepney and the FX taxi. The FX provides faster and more efficient service and is a more comfortable ride than the jeepney. The jeepney, on the other hand, is more affordable. Now, let's look at how they affect their surroundings.

Not a day passes wherein I don't mutter a curse directed at a PUV driver, be it a tricycle, bus, taxi, jeepney, or FX driver. I'm a stickler for rules, and it's a fact of life that Filipino public utility vehicles have little or no regard for traffic rules and regulations. They swerve and overtake carelessly. They stop and disgorge passengers at areas clearly designated as "no loading and unloading" zones. They clog up roads by stopping and waiting for passengers in the middle of traffic. Traffic grinds to a halt as enterprising drivers try to turn 2-lane roads into 6-lane highways in a mad race to be first; instead of lining up in an orderly fashion these drivers persist in exploiting every gap in traffic, at the expense of other drivers and even of road safety.

Of course there are exceptions, but they are few and far between. I have seen FX drivers blatantly ignoring traffic enforcers who flag them down. I have been in a jeepney whose driver had ambitions of joining the Air Force; he kept swerving and banking the jeepney at such high speeds that we were clinging on to anything which would keep us from flying out onto the street. I could go on and on, but that would require another essay. Suffice to say, both the FX and the jeepney fail in this round.

The FX taxi clearly beats the jeepney 2 to 1. Both negatively impact their surroundings with their effect on traffic and their contribution to problems with road order and safety.

However, I still think that this battle will end in a stalemate. Why? Even though the FX taxi provides better service, its relatively high cost still ensures demand for the jeepney. Not everyone can afford to ride an FX, especially the masses who have come to depend so much on the jeepney for getting around. No clear winner can emerge, as those who can afford it would pick the FX over the jeepney. Of course, this assessment is based on my own experience, so you are free to agree or disagree and form your own judgement.

For better or for worse, both the jeepney and the FX taxi are here to stay.

Friday, October 05, 2007

portfolio 2: surviving the university of pila

**I'll be posting my three best essays in English 1 for the next few days. Since I'm supposed to encode them, why not also post them? Hehehehe. Seriously now, I'll be submitting these essays as a final project so please feel free to point out any mistakes in spelling, grammar, and common sense. Violent reactions and brutal comments will be most appreciated.

Surviving the University of Pila

The enrollment process in UP is really simple. You simply get a Form 5A from your college, verify your subjects, add some more or drop a few if you want, then transfer the information to a Form 5. Have the form checked and assessed, and then all you have left to do is to pay your tuition fee. That simple, at least in theory.

Reality, however, is different from theory. Enrollment in UP, oftentimes referred to as registration, is oftentimes an exercise in frustration. Yes freshies, it's not as easy as you think. You've gone through it once, but we upperclassmen have gone through it lots of times. You still have top priority over us, so this coming semester, enjoy it while you can. Once you enter your sophomore year, you'll find out what I'm talking about. Better for you if you find out now though, so read on.

We UP students are very lucky; we get to choose which classes to attend every semester. We're not forced to follow some rigid schedule, and we can even avoid the so-called terror professors! However, this comes at a high price, and payment is due during the enrollment period. Yes, this is the main problem you will encounter once you become sophomores. The mad scramble for subjects and classes is what makes enrollment in UP so frustrating.

Let's go through all the steps once again. The aforementioned Form 5A is the product of what we call PRE-ENLISTMENT. The Computerized Registration System (CRS) is responsible for getting you the subjects you want. As freshies, you can just collect and select any subject you want, thanks to your "priority" status. Once that's gone, you'll join every other student in what amounts to a lottery; when you pre-enlist in a subject, there is a large chance that you won't get it, especially if it's a GE subject. The CRS will randomly select from the students who pre-enlisted in that subject. So while you get to see filled-up Form 5As, the rest of us end up with nearly blank pieces of paper come ENLISTMENT time.

So we've got our Form 5As. You haven't gone through ENLISTMENT yet, so let me tell you now: be prepared. While PRE-ENLISTMENT is done in front of a computer, ENLISTMENT is the hard leg work. Bring food and water with you. Charge your cellphone and stock up on prepaid credits. Grab a thick paperback book as you leave home. This is where you'll find out why UP is often referred to as the "University of Pila". Woe to the poor schmuck who didn't get his classes through CRS; he now has to line up at various enlistment rooms to get the class he wants - or even worse, needs. Pray that you don't end up like that. But, in case you do, the food and water and book will help greatly. You won't have to leave your line and you won't die of boredom. The cellphone will help you keep connected with your friends who might send you important information, like when new classes have opened up. I can't stress this enough: come enlistment time, the person who is the most well-informed has the best chance of surviving the entire enrollment process with his sanity intact.

Aside from keeping informed, you have to be mobile. This is not the time to bring laptops with you. Limit yourself to a pen and essential documents, plus the other items mentioned above, as you will find yourself running to and from different and often widely separated buildings. You have to memorize the layout of the campus - where the important buildings are, the routes of the jeepneys, even the best shortcuts to take. Remember, you are also competing with thousands of other students, so the faster you get to that newly-opened GE class, the better your chances of getting it.

Once you get all your desired classes, you have to transfer all the information from your Form 5A to a Form 5. Be careful with this! Check that all the information on your Form 5A is correct before you write on your Form 5, as this will save you the trouble of having to rewrite and start from scratch when the people at CHECKING find a mistake.

When you've had Form 5 checked by the registration assistants, your next step will be ASSESSMENT. This is the easy part. You go to a room where accounts look over your Form 5 and tell you how much your tuition fee is going to be. You are then all set for PAYMENT. One last line, and you're all done.

As you can see, the major problem with registration is in the ENLISTMENT part. This will take up most of your time and will be the main source of your frustration. Trust me. I know. To get through the enrollment process, or more precisely the ENLISTMENT process, you have to be prepared, be informed, and be mobile. Those are the keys to surviving enrollment at UP.

Don't worry. You'll only be doing this at least four times during your UP life, unless you opt for summer classes. Once you reach "graduating" status, you'll be a "priority" once again.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

portfolio 3: addicted to anime

**I'll be posting my three best essays in English 1 for the next few days. Since I'm supposed to encode them, why not also post them? Hehehehe. Seriously now, I'll be submitting these essays as a final project so please feel free to point out any mistakes in spelling, grammar, and common sense. Violent reactions and brutal comments will be most appreciated.


Addicted to Anime

I miss my childhood days. School was not much of a problem then, and I was blissfully unaware of what was happening beyond the four corners of our home. I spent my time reading books and playing with the many toys in my room. I also reserved certain hours for watching cartoons on TV. I remember mornings watching Robotech, afternoons with Gundam Wing, and weekends with Voltes V. I was fascinated with robots and spaceships then, and the rich helping of colorful explosions which came with such fare brightened up my life. These cartoons also told stories which made me look forward to every episode.

I now know these cartoons as "anime" since they originally came from Japan. There are many different kinds of anime, ranging from those dealing with more mature and violent themes to those which portray magical fantasy worlds. A common feature of most anime is the existence of what most of us would consider as weirdly-drawn characters, in the sense that no one in the real world would look like them. Other anime would have characters who are so cute and adorable that you would really enjoy watching them on TV. A lot of people do enjoy watching anime, but some can be said to have become addicted to it.

Anime can become an obsession. You may have noticed people walking around in outlandish costumes. You may have heard them singing in Japanese. You may have seen them having animated discussions about things which only exist on celluloid and paper. These people may only be pursuing a hobby, but I won't blame you if you believe that they are on the brink of addiction.

What is it that drives people to become obsessed with anime? Why do some people become anime addicts? I asked some of my anime-loving friends, and they gave me a lot of answers. Some said it may be because of the cute and adorable characters, such as those in Pokemon or Super Boink. Some find the fantasy and science-fiction plots intriguing and unpredictable, and this makes them long for anime such as Cardcaptor Sakura and Gundam. Many enjoy the "sense of childhood" they feel while watching anime like Time Quest and Akazukin Chacha. Others love the spectacular action scenes of Samurai X and Flame of Recca. Many find watching anime as an escape from reality, and many also admit to being influenced by peer pressure and the drive to be "in".

Anime can be good for you. It may provide good moral lessons. It can spark the imagination and inspire creativity, especially in children. It most certainly exposes us to another culture and shows us other worlds beyond our own.

However, too much of anything is bad, and anime is no exception. People hooked on anime may sacrifice contact with their family and friends when they are glued to the TV screen. Their pockets and bank accounts can be drained by the urge to collect merchandise associated with anime. Over-identification with the characters and the plot may distort their sense of reality. The more violent-themed anime may cause easily-influenced children to become violent as well.

Anime provides entertainment for many children and young adults today. It may provide a good influence, but it is likewise capable of distorting their lives. As with all things, we must take care not to become (too) addicted to anime.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

first strike

CRACK!

She just stood there for a moment, her eyes fixed on the wall behind the other people in the room.

A moment later her lifeless body slumped onto the desk; the back of her head now an odd mix of red and gray.

The echo of the shot, the unmistakable sound of a sniper rifle, was soon drowned out by the blare of alarms.

Spotlights lit off all over the compound as people started running around in a vain attempt to find the assassin.

In all the confusion, no one saw the western horizon turn a bright yellow. That is, until the man-made thunder reached them.

The western sky was suddenly full of smoke trails seemingly reaching for the stars - until a certain point. Steel rain was coming.

***
A desolate and blackened landscape greeted the morning sun.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

cold night

Damn cold.

My nose feels like it's been pounded again and again AND AGAIN by a baseball bat. My every breath is punctuated by a sniffle, then a cough, then another sniffle. Once in a while I sneeze, blowing away everything in front of me. My head and my eyes hurt so bad that it's a miracle that I could even think straight right now.

I've been like this for days now. No amount of medicine seems to work. I consume orange juice by the gallon every few hours, yet the cold is still there. I eat like a starved animal every meal time, yet the cold is still there. I sleep way past my normal waking hour, yet the damned cold IS STILL THERE!

I can't breathe. I can't smell a thing. Food tastes bland. I can't think.

Damn cold.

stranded

It's raining cats and dogs outside right now, so I'm quite stuck here in the Shopping Center. It really isn't that bad; I don't have anything else to do before my Comm 3 class at 5:30.

I already got 15 units through CRS. Apparently, the much-vilified Computerized Registration System works quite well within the Diliman campus. I just hope that I get the subjects I want for the next semester.

This semester is already ending. Most of my classes have already ended, and those left would be ending this week. All I have left to do now is to write a whole lot of papers and prepare for my final exams.

I... have run out of things to write about, save for the crappy keyboard I'm using write now. Hordes of DotA players have wiped away the keys - thank God for those typewriting classes in elementary and high school.

Anyway, I have to get going. The rain is still coming down in torrents, but I have to get to CAL within the hour. I guess I'm going to have to ride a jeep again - yes, more money down the drain...


Friday, September 28, 2007

attack of the jitters

I'm a total wreck. I can't concentrate. My mind is going everywhere and nowhere.

It will all end in six hours. After that, all I have to worry about are papers, papers, and more papers. However, typing on a keyboard at 3 AM has got to be a whole lot easier than standing in front of a class and speaking for seven minutes.

I need a cup of coffee.


Wednesday, September 26, 2007

rude awakening

Something has got to be done about flash drives.

I woke up this morning feeling 'relatively' refreshed thanks to that wonderful Korean movie I watched last night. Yes, I watched a Korean movie last night at the opening of the Korean Film Festival. Taeguk-Gi was about two brothers drafted to fight in the Korean War... and everything else was just fluff to me. They had me at 'war'. Hehehehe...

What made the movie even more enjoyable was the beautiful story and the way the makers of the film integrated the drama and action sequences together. It was seamless, almost perfect, and it nearly brought tears to my eyes. The experience would make my Film 100 paper easier to write come next week.

Back to this morning. I turned on the computer and, strangely enough, the my anti-virus program was not working. A quick look at the hard drives saw a huge drop in memory. Task Manager was also working strangely, since when I hit CTRL+ALT+DEL all I got was a message saying that 'the computer administrator has denied access to the Task Manager". That set off the alarm. My account was the administrator account. Someone screwed up big time.

It had to be a virus or a hacker. I turned off the Internet connection and fired up Avira Anti-virus. The program turned on, but when I clicked on 'start system scan' nothing happened. My anti-virus software had been compromised. I tried the Administrator Tools hidden away at the Control Panel, and I got my first break: the Event Log showed that Avira had detected a virus in my dad's flash drive two days ago. A quick check with my dad also revealed that the anti-virus program had been non-functional for at least a day before.

I tried to clean up the registry, but that too had been compromised; I couldn't get the msconfig utility to run. It was only when I ran Lavasoft Ad-Aware that I found and fixed the problems in the computer's registry. Yes, it also checks the system registry for errors and possible malware. Time check: it was already two hours after I first turned on the computer.

With my anti-virus program compromised, I had to get a new one. I first tried an online scan from Trend Micro, but for some reason or other it wouldn't start. I finally gave Avira the boot and replaced it with Avast!. This was just what the doctor ordered. The download took less than 5 minutes, the installation even less. The best part of it all was that the program turned on even before Windows itself was completely started up. A three-hour complete system scan turned up five different worms, trojans, and an 'unknown'.

I spent the better part of the day cleaning up the computer; it was only at 3 PM that I finally got to go online. I must say that I'm extremely relieved to have taken care of that virus without having to resort to a complete reformat.

I've traced the infection to my dad's flash drive, specifically to a file named 'Nicole.exe'. My cute little sister's ears should still be ringing from all the screams... Hehehehe...

I could use this little debacle as an introduction for my speech on Friday. Yes! Although the quote from Josef Stalin ("One death is a tragedy, while the death of millions is just a statistic") is more apt for a speech bordering on a call for genocide; plus the shock value of squishing on ant then pouring a bottle of alcohol on a jar full of the little buggers would really score points for "visual aids".

Speaking of ants, there are a whole lot of them in the garage right now. Time for some stress relief...

Monday, September 24, 2007

eighteen hours plus 36 minutes later

This will be my first sick day in ages. The headache and cold turned into the flu. Crap. It's like waking up from a blissful dream into a terrible nightmare.

Better take the day off now than take a week off later.

eighteen hours later

And I have a splitting headache, plus one hell of a cold. But I had fun, and that's what counts.

I need MORE sleep.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

killing time

I won't be going home tonight. I'll be having a break at the Cattleya Resort in Antipolo. That it would also be the venue for our Final Rites is no problem; all I can think of right now is the pool and the view. Expect some panoramic shots of Metro Manila in the coming days.

We just had our rummage sale this morning. I had extremely low expectations about the outcome of the sale but, lo and behold, we made a whopping 1000 pesos! Easy money indeed from bags and bags of old and worn out clothes.

Speaking of easy money, join Facebook. An application available there called Cash Cliques allows you to make money in a few minutes just by clicking on some ads. While you're there, look me up and add me as well.

Yikes. Enough of the self-promotion! It's time for lunch (at one in the afternoon?), and I'll be shepherding our applicants through a "short" race for the rest of the afternoon.

Logging off now.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

another thursday morning

It's a beautiful day to stay in. It's cold, it's dark, and I'm still sleepy.

The semester hasn't even ended yet, but I'm already in vacation mode. Unfortunately, a lot of things still have to be done; I'll be working up until the second week of October.

The good thing is that I don't feel that stressed anymore. Is it because I've finally adapted? Or is it because I'm actually having fun? Maybe it's because I've finally seen where I want to go, and all I need to do now is to go for it.

It's 8:30 already, and I need to get going, else I be late again for my English class. But then again, I've only been absent once in that class. Maybe I'll exercise my right to be absent just this once, or I'll flip-flop all over again and mosey on down the road to Katipunan. Whatever I do, I don't know. Hehehehe...

Haaay... Life...

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

quicker quickie

I've just finished my Comm 3 papers. Hehehehe... Just sneaking in a few minutes of online time!

Friday, September 14, 2007

why did the chicken climb the tree?

The chicken did it. That big, fat, brown hen did it.

There was a chicken in the branches of the tree right beside our Comm 3 classroom. I do not know how it got there, but it turned out to be one hell of a lucky break for me.

Today was slated to be the first round of our impromptu speeches for Communications 3. We would draw our topic from slips of paper, then we would be given 2 minutes to prepare a short speech about the topic we got, then we would be given another 2 minutes to present our speech.

I was very anxious at the beginning of the class. My classmates gave great speeches, and I started to worry about not doing as well as they did. My turn finally came after about thirty tense minutes. I drew my topic from the many slips of paper on the desk:

What are the three countries you really want to visit?

I took one long look at the paper then I went out of the room to prepare my speech. The chicken, America, Germany, and the Philippines; that was all I thought about for the next two minutes.

The bell rang, and I walked into the room. Pointing at the windows, I started my speech:

Look outside the windows. Everybody, what do you see?

And, as expected:

The chicken!

I spent those thirty tense minutes before my turn thinking of a way to integrate the chicken into my speech; whatever topic I got I resolved to use that chicken in my speech.

Mamaya na yung chicken! Look at the world outside, it's so big and beautiful. Now, look at the chicken. I want to be that chicken. I want to be able to go wherever I want. I want to travel all over the world. First, I want to go to America...

All my anxiety and stage fright evaporated during the first few seconds of my speech. Maybe it was because I really liked my topic. Maybe it was because I was wearing my favorite black polo. Maybe it was because my confidence was boosted by my well-received introduction. But I like to think that maybe it was because I was really inspired by that chicken.

I got a one.

Thank you, o magical and mysterious chicken.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

quickie

Wow! I'm early for my English class!

Now all I have to do is get the hell away from this computer and YouTube!

Hehehehe...

Saturday, September 08, 2007

of sandwiches and sardines

TRINOMA. I finally got to go to Trinoma.

For the first time in months I set foot in a mall. I spent an hour just walking around, getting a feel for the place, staking out places of interest, killing time.

Uncharacteristically, I went there alone. It was the first time I rode in an SM North jeep, and surely enough I handed over 10 pesos when I should have given 8.

There is a hobby store in Trinoma with a window display showcasing a scale model of the US Navy carrier USS Enterprise. The detail was exquisite; even the deck crewmen and officers were visible. If I ever have time -and money- for a serious hobby it would be collecting and assembling model ships, tanks, and warplanes.

A Powerbooks store is finally within striking range. If only I had the time -and yes, the money- to sink into books I would not be as prolific a blogger as I am now. I would spend my nights curled up on a couch with a book in my hands instead of sitting in front of a computer monitor.

After a few years I once again got to play Red Alert 2. With Timezone filled to the brim with people of all ages and sizes, we had a few games at Netopia. Victory was so sweet. Jed, rematch?

Erika's dad treated us to sandwiches and iced tea. I'm not really a sandwich person, and I'm afraid I made a fool out of myself when I tried -unsuccessfully- to cut my sardine sandwich.

I don't even eat sardines.

But there's a first time for everything, and I have one more dish to choose from next time. I feel sorry for the poor sardine though; his life was cut short when he was caught and then stuffed into a can, never to swim again in the deep blue sea.

He had one advantage though; he sure as hell was not in an elbow fight to get into that can.

The MRT has often been likened to a sardine can, with people stuffing themselves into a confined space in a desperate bid to beat the dreaded rush hour EDSA traffic. I am no stranger to the MRT, but today I had the singular experience of being carried into the MRT by a wave of crazed flesh vying for a comfortable place in the train.

I didn't even have to walk; everybody was pushing and shoving as if the world was ending and that was the last ride to a better place. Hands and elbows and knees and toes were everywhere as people came in from all sides trying to fit into the small aperture offered by the train's sliding doors.

It was all I could do to stop from screaming at the barbarians at the gates. A bomb threat right there and then would have landed me in jail for violating the HSA, but it would be well worth the satisfaction of seeing the frenzied crowd run and duck for cover.

It's another annoying example of Filipinos' tendency -obsession- to be the first in everything. It would be nice if that drove our people to excel in everything, but the unfortunate end result is a people that would choose to flirt with danger rather than wait a few minutes in line, or queue up in an orderly fashion, or wait their turn to cross, or stay in one road lane, or -you get the picture.

The sheer lack of discipline so prevalent in our society is extremely frustrating. We were talking about Singapore in class this morning, and I can't help but wonder how much better this country could have been if a person the likes of Lee Kuan Yew held office at Malacanang.

Getting out of the train was just the opposite of getting in. I had to push my way out of the sea of bodies that just wouldn't budge even to my repeated cries of 'excuse me'. At the door was another wave of people jostling and pushing and shoving to get in, effectively hampering my exit.

Needless to say, I was already in a very evil mood by the time I got down to the FX station. The woman who cut into my line sure as hell didn't help matters!

This day has strengthened my resolve to reach for my ultimate dream. I will have order. Freedom, democracy, and human rights be damned, but I will drill order and discipline into the generations that will follow me.

Somebody PLEASE give me a Venti White Chocolate Mocha.

Friday, September 07, 2007

waiting is the hardest part

Who knew that I would be spending so much time in Internet cafes this month?

Our interview project is due in an hour and a half, yet I still don't have it in my hands. We will be having a quiz on the Chinese and Japanese press(es?) tomorrow but our handout and the quiz itself is not yet ready.

I do have a lot of time on my hands, but most of it is spent waiting. Yes. Waiting. Waiting for my groupmate to send our interview project to me, waiting for my other groupmates to finish our handouts so I can make my quiz questions, and waiting for the YouTube video I'm watching to kill time to finally load!

I envy the guys on the other computers; they have all the time in the world to play online games. Of course I was just about ready to wring the necks of the damned fools who were screaming out their kills on DotA a while ago, and I have reservations as to the legality of providing computer games so close to an educational institution.

I now believe the horror stories I've heard about PLDT Internet service. The Internet connection here, previously way faster than what we have at home, has been erratic. I guess it's the same at other 'Net cafes here at the Shopping Center.

The timing is just right. I've got an essay to write for English 1, and the topic is on 'addiction'. There are a lot of people here right now, almost all of them lining up to play DotA. What's up with that game ba? Yikes. Conyo side asserting itself. Hehehehe...

I've just about finished downloading the last four parts of our project. Now all we have to do is to have them printed. In color. At 30 pesos a page. With 9 pages. Waiting's over, here comes the pain!

Saturday, September 01, 2007

first of september

Back on a public computer, I am.

I've been here for an hour now. I'm hungry, but my meeting at Jollibee won't be until 1 o'clock. After that will be our group interview with Edgardo Vinarao. The knowledge I gained from my Film 100 class would be really put to the test, as he's a film director who directed and edited a lot of Filipino films.

My Journalism 100 report this morning went well; I barely stuttered and I even managed to make the class laugh a bit, which is quite a lot given my record with public speaking. I hope I get to cure my stage fright in the future. If I want to rule this country with an iron fist become a politician or a lawyer I have to learn to control the stress and anxiety associated with addressing a large group of people. It's really no problem when I know the people I'm speaking to but it gets dicey the moment I step up to speak before people I barely know.

That's why I took Communications 3 this semester. That subject is why I'm typing on a public computer right now. This public computer does not have Mozilla Firefox, it has Internet Explorer. I miss the tabs. I get lonely without the tabs. I love tabs. Internet Explorer does not have tabs. I hate Internet Explorer.

Not as much as I hate Joma Sison and his army of communist terrorists. I squealed with delight the moment I heard of his arrest. Yet I wholeheartedly agree with the militants' demand for his release. Yes, "Ka Joma" must be released. Preferably from an airplane 10,000 feet above ground level. With no parachute. Weeee! Splat!

Oh, will you look at the time. I now owe Cafe Manila 23 pesos. My meeting is in fifteen minutes. Gotta go!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

of faces and photographs

I have a confession to make. I can already feel the brickbats heading my way, but what the hell.

Let's keep that for later though. Hehehehe...

The lunar eclipse last night was just beautiful. It was a total eclipse, in the sense that we did not see anything, not even a sliver of the red-tinted moon, since the thick clouds blocked our view. To think that I ran all the way from my class in CAL just to be able to see this "not very common" (as opposed to "rare") event -the next one would be in 2011- and probably get a few shots in with my PDA/cellphone/digicam.

I did get a few pictures though, however these were of the more terrestrial variety. The media was out in full force at the PAGASA Observatory last night, and I had to dodge a few reporters and cameras and the ever-present paparazzi *ahem* as I went up the road to our tambayan.

What greeted me there was no different; as I climbed up to the moon deck the flashes of assorted cameras lit up the night. It's amazing how the press did not even notice the photo-op happening at the next building from where all their cameras were set up. Hehehe...

So Anna, Carlo, Dj, She: asaan na ang pictures ko?

After the "event" we went to Jollibee Philcoa again. A week after the Astro Dinner and we were back. I think the staff already recognized us by sight, although the sheer number of noisy and hungry people who poured into the building may have played a minor part in their decision to open the normally reserved area for us.



So there. I've delayed long enough. My former and current classmates and groupmates are going to hate me for this.

I have trouble remembering names. There are times wherein I've just met someone and then I immediately forget their name. There are a lot of times where I meet somebody who smiles and waves at me, blissfully unaware of the chaos going on behind my gracious smile: Who the hell is this?

I smile back even though I can't remember the name because I recognize the face. That is the one thing that has kept me from making a fool out of myself, or at worst appearing as a snob. If I have trouble remembering names I have no problem at all remembering faces.

Or so I thought until yesterday.

There I was, walking out of CASAA after having a drink, when someone met my eyes and waved at me. My brain went into overdrive as I tried to put a name to the face, but it really went haywire when I didn't recognize the face.

Maybe it was a mutual misunderstanding, maybe it was a mistake by either of us. Maybe she just happened to look at my direction while swatting a fly from her face. Or maybe I'm really starting to lose it.

To whoever that was, if you knew me and if you're reading this right now, I'm really sorry about that.

To everyone else, please keep the "you're getting old" and other related comments to a minimum. It's hard enough as it is!

Anyway, I have to get back to studying for my Film 100 exam tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

let's end this war

Casualties are mounting in the ongoing military offensive in Basilan. The latest skirmish cost the lives of 15 soldiers, including 5 junior officers. This brings the total count of losses to 57.

57 soldiers have already died fighting the Abu Sayaff. Why continue fighting? Why send more to their deaths? Let's just halt the offensive; stop this war and bring our soldiers home.

Let's heed the call of the bishops, civil society, congressmen and the media. Stop wasting lives and recall the Marines. Call off the airstrikes and silence the artillery.

Withdraw all troops from Basilan and Sulu. Send in humanitarians instead; doctors, teachers, engineers. Send in food and supplies for those displaced by the fighting.

Yes, let's back down from the fight, for peace is the only way.

But wait, aren't we forgetting something?

Something like the 300 or so terrorists calling themselves the Abu Sayaff?

What about them? Should we leave them in peace? Should we leave their group intact, their cause alive? Why did we send 9,000 troops to the South in the first place?

Why the hell did 57 soldiers die?

They died doing their job. They died fighting the enemy. They died protecting our freedom. They died for us.

And yet there are some among us who couldn't care less about the soldiers' sacrifice; those who balk at the mere thought of bloodshed, those who wish to surrender to the terrorists, those who want to coddle and abet terrorism.

These people seem to forget that we are in a war, and in war, people die. This war is no exception. If we want to rid ourselves of the terrorists, we have to crack down on them. Hard. That is the job of the Army, of the Air Force, of the Navy, and of the Marines. A war without casualties to our side would be most welcome, but we must remain open to the idea that some of our soldiers may never come home.

The root cause of terrorism is terrorism, for the radical ideas spawned by terrorist leaders are not born out of poverty and social inequality. Rather, they feed upon and exploit these ills of society, and they actively work to sustain their largest source of manpower and resources regardless of the loss of life and property.

If we don't want this weed to spread and wreck all that we have built and created we have to uproot it from the ground with full force. And once it's out of the ground we have to burn it, incinerate it and scatter the ashes to the wind.

No amount of economic development and humanitarian aid can deter these terrorists from sowing chaos and confusion; we would end up sending unarmed civilians to unsecured areas. The Abu Sayaff won't stop their violent ways unless their goals are attained, and you can be sure that those goals don't include a peaceful and prosperous Mindanao.

If we want a true and lasting peace in the South, we must act now and completely destroy all traces of the Abu Sayaff and Jemaah Islamiyah. Then, and only then, when the islands are secure and combat has ceased, can development and aid flow in to secure an even stronger peace.

So, let's end this war. Withdraw the troops, and give the Abu Sayaff some breathing space. Let's surrender to the terrorists, and watch and wait for more terrorists to arrive at the pushover which was once the Republic of the Philippines. Let's bicker among ourselves instead of wholeheartedly supporting the troops in the South; let them see what they're fighting for, and watch as demoralization sets in.

Or we can continue the offensive. Push hard and never let up on the terrorists. Keep them on the run and maintain the pressure. Hound them to their graves, and pursue the mission to its true end.

Let's end this war, but only when the enemy is completely and utterly destroyed.

The quickest way to end a war is to lose it. --George Orwell

Friday, August 17, 2007

raindrops are falling on my head

This is starting to become a habit.

With Monday having been declared as a 'special holiday', I'm looking at an extremely long weekend. I've been cooped up here at home since Wednesday, thanks to the torrential rains brought by the typhoon.

Of course this 'vacation' will cost us all time and money, not to mention opportunities. Yes, opportunities to learn and do things, to meet other people, to go places. But for me, it's mostly about missing my allowance.

Having to go to school at 10AM everyday has been a blessing. I haven't yet experienced the frustration of learning that classes have been suspended again while being stuck in a flooded street. However, that has not made me any less annoyed at the dolts in the DepEd or CHED or NDCC or the local government or whoever the hell is supposed to suspend classes. You would think that these guys would have learned by now that suspending classes at the last minute is not a very good idea.

The irony just amazes me. The DepEd and CHED should have learned something by now about typhoons and their effect on our overcrowded metropolis.

There's something else I wanted to write about here, but I just can't remember what it was. My short-term memory seems to be going haywire; sometimes I look up from what I was doing and forget what I was doing. This problem manifests itself mostly when I'm doing something on the computer. I open up a new tab and then I forget what page I wanted to open in that new tab. I open up a webpage and once it's up I forget why I opened it up. I plan to do something yet a moment later I forget what it was and end up doing nothing. It's really frustrating.

Maybe it's the stress of having to do so much in such a small amount of time. This little vacation sure as hell won't help matters! Once the rains end the work is going to pour down in a torrent, and time is against me. One and a half months to go ladies and gentlemen. One and a half months to go before my fate is finally sealed.

Nah, September is still a long way off. I'll probably be able to manage, especially with all the success I've experienced in the past weeks. Unless something else really screws everything up.

Haaay... I really love the weather, especially now that my shoes have finally been fixed. What were once battered pieces of leather worn and weathered by two years of unforgiving use are once again 100% capable of charging through mud and flood, keeping my feet safe and warm. Now all I need is a new jacket and a new bag. Attrition is eating everything up, and the meager resources I have on hand are just not enough to keep my things in shape.

So, what else can I write about? The final battle scene from Return of the Jedi is taking quite some time to download, and I have to do SOMETHING to combat the boredom inherent with waiting.

Ah... Waiting. My most annoying pet peeve. I don't like waiting. I can't emphasize this enough. I abhor, despise, loathe waiting. I HATE waiting. I-- well would you look at that, download complete!

I need some coffee.

Monday, August 13, 2007

midnight coffee break

Mid-semester already, and things have taken a turn for the better. The two typhoons which hit the country last week did more than fill up reservoirs and water dry fields; they also gave me a lot of breathing space.

My Film 100 report has been pushed back a full two weeks, giving me a lot of time to fix up my Powerpoint presentation. My Natural Science 2 exam, originally scheduled for last Thursday, was a cake walk when I took it this afternoon.

I also got the results of my English 1 exam today. I really enjoy being singled out for recognition and, yes, this morning was no exception. Ahhh... I can already hear the Hallelujah chorus...

How I wish that everyday would be like today, with everything falling into place right where I want them. THAT is my perfect world - everything goes MY way.

Maybe that's why I have such an aversion to democracy.

Right, my inner dictator is once again asserting itself- down Adolf, down! Okay. The caffeine is really coming in strong.

I'm back to two cups of coffee everyday; the regular supply of milk and sugar has been reestablished. The random instances of perkiness and unexplained delight have also returned.

Remember my posts about anti-insect weapons, what Albert so fittingly called SLLs (sandatang laban sa lamok)? Well, I guess my dream of a complete and effective defense against those useless and annoying bloodsuckers is one step closer to reality.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, one step closer, thanks to the USB Rocket Launcher! I'm not kidding folks! For only a little less than 5000 pesos I can have one of these babies up and running (firing, actually) in minutes.

Of course it's not accurate or fast enough to take out my little bloodsucking friends, but it's good enough to defend my space from my little sister's dog. Hehehe...

Who knows? Maybe in a few years my dream would finally become a reality... Bwahahaha! Now if THAT dream could become a reality, why not the OTHER dream too?

Guess what that one is...

Monday, August 06, 2007

who the hell are these people?!?

time out

The Internet cafe is now my friend. Globelines really messed up this time.

I have been out of the online loop for four days now, and the withdrawal symptoms are starting to show. Yes, thank God for outsourcing. At least I'm not completely cut-off from the world!

But there are times when being cut-off from the world (well, the online world at least) can be a real blessing. I was swamped by a virtual deluge of messages the moment I opened up my email accounts: over 200 from Gmail and Yahoo combined. I've just spent the last hour reading through requests for jackets and various org-related stuff, and now I've got one hell of a headache trying to make heads and tails of all the conflicting requests for this and that color and all the work that's piling up on me.

Maybe my 'friends' at Globe were doing me a favor by keeping me away from my email. At least I had a 'relaxing' weekend (yeah, when I was not worrying about all the messages I was missing).

Oh, there was the Wii. Yes, I finally got my hands on a Nintendo Wii. Weeee! Beating my cousins on virtual tennis was very satisfying, though getting beat up in boxing was extremely frustrating.

Well, my time here is up. Duty calls. I really need a vacation. Yep, and this is only about my frustrations with the Internet. Wait until you hear about the other stuff. Hehehehe...

Friday, July 20, 2007

peace through power

It's all a waste of time. Having "peace talks" with people who have all but declared their burning desire to have you crash and burn is at best a pipe dream. Accommodating those who use the promise of peace as leverage to get what they want yet stab you in the back again and again AND AGAIN is plain stupidity.

When people actively work to bring you down and destroy you, would you try to talk to them? And if you did, could you get them to lay down their arms, shake hands, and let bygones be bygones? You would have to be a saint, a martyr, or absolutely moronic.

You do not talk peace with such people. To do so would be like digging your own grave. Real peace is not just the absence of conflict, it is the presence of justice. Justice, in this case, is best served with overwhelming firepower.

Fourteen brave men died last week. That should have been enough, but no, the powers that be want restraint. They wish to protect a ceasefire agreement which was all but trampled upon in that treacherous ambush in Basilan.

Scores of people have died in the past. That should have been enough, but no, hypocritical ideologues and activists want to turn a blind eye to reality. They wish to repeal a law which, weak though it is, defines and penalizes terrorism.

We have all seen the signs and the evidence. We have all been witnesses before. Should we let such cancers as the Abu Sayyaf, the MILF, the CPP-NPA, and all their ilk continue their reign of terror? Should we accommodate their duplicitous offerings of peace, or should we speak to them in the one language they understand?

Enough talk. Wipe them out. All of them.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

a break in the clouds

I love this weather. It's cool outside, and I have the perfect excuse to wear my favorite jacket.

My life is nearing some sort of normalcy, as my schedule is achieving some regularity. Yep, it's now normal for me to leave home at 9 in the morning and be back by 8 in the evening. My academic life takes up most of my time, and my social life is squeezing into whatever gaps my subjects and readings leave behind. This leaves barely enough time for my online life, hence the dearth of any serious posts.

A lot of things have been happening around me. I have a lot of things to do, foremost is my job as Finance Cluster Coordinator of the UP Astronomical Society.
*oooh... that felt good... cha-ching! hehehehe...*
I don't count the academic work here because, quite frankly, it's not worth mentioning. All I have to do is to read, read, read, read some more, maybe write a bit, speak up some, read even more, (did I mention read?) and pass some exams. I just blew through my Nat Sci 2 first exam last Thursday, and I didn't even break a sweat. Of course the semester has only just begun, and things are bound to change.

I plan on joining the UP Debate Society (while I have a chance!) to further enhance my chances of getting into the UP College of Law some two years from now, assuming I get into a decent course by next semester.

This is probably the longest post I've written in a month as I have had to compete for ample computer time at home, hence the spate of one-liner posts and random photo uploads. I'm using Erika's laptop to write this one. Yes, I'm now into outsourcing.

It really is relaxing to just let your thoughts flow from your mind. If only I could feel as relaxed when speaking to a group of people or in class... Effective communication translates into power; power to affect views, power to influence thoughts, power to change the world.

Hala. Ayan na. Tama na muna. Hehehehe...

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

here comes the rain

Being stranded by the pouring rain at the Katipunan LRT station along with fellow commuters was a most enjoyable experience punctuated by moments of joyous exaltation and fruitful conversation.

I need new shoes. Toss in a new umbrella and jacket. Maybe even add a car. Thanks.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

monday morning blahs

Tinatamad na ako.

It's Monday, and the virus spawned by my ill-advised and hasty decision to skip class last Friday is manifesting itself once again.

My head hurts. I want to lie down. I want to sleep more. I want to rest.

My coffee is still too hot, but I have to get going in 15 minutes. I can't afford to be late again. Here's to another caffeine rush.

I feel like I'm being pushed to the limit. I want to push back. I want to strike back. I want to- nah... I'll keep that one for myself - in places no one will find.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

070707

Wala lang. Still nice to have a record of such a unique date though.

Hehehehehe...

Labo ko talaga...