Wednesday, January 30, 2008

it's alive!

My old computer still lives! It's a miracle! Hahaha!

I still don't know what caused it to go into a coma for a day.

It could be the sudden temperature fluctuations we've been having recently (freezing in the evening and morning then steaming in the afternoon?!) or it could just be Fate giving me a dose of Murphy's Law.

It could be gremlins for all we know.

Hahaha. Gremlins. What's next? Three blind mice stealing my iPod?
***

I love my life.

My Communications 100 exam this morning was a cake walk. I spent all of 10 minutes writing on my bluebook and 10 minutes more wondering if it was all a dream.

It was THAT EASY. And I even contemplated studying for the exam the night before. Hahaha.

Of course, I aced the exam. First perfect '100' (for an exam) I've had in years. Hehehe...

Yes, we checked it right away. With three hours allocated for the class we had to do SOMETHING after the SHORT exam.

Yep. So far, so good. I'm well on my way to reaching my goal of a 1.5 GWA for this semester.

How I hope that everything else would be THAT EASY.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

so, what's new?

****
I'm really making up for my recent drought of blog posts. Hahaha. Three posts in the span of four hours? Not bad.

Not too bad at all.

I wish I could say the same for the way things are going.

My old computer just died on me. After close to seven years of faithful (sometimes frustrating) service, it finally gave out.

So what? You've got a brand-brand new computer already!

Yes, that's right. HOWEVER, I lost my personal workstation. Hahaha. We put that old computer in my room for my PERSONAL use. It was all MINE. MINE MINE MINE. No one bugging me to get off, no one bothering me in the hallowed confines of my room, and NO ONE ELSE to share it with.

Oooh... Selfish, selfish, SELFISH!

Aside from that, that computer served as a backup of sorts. It was my backup charger (?) and file storage. It served as the prime cramming station in the house -papers written at 2 AM and presentations at 5 AM WITHOUT people badgering me to go to sleep.

Maybe it's just something with the wires. Maybe someone stupidly tripped something. Haaay...

****
That's why I only finished my paper this morning. I had planned to finish it last night, but that was when I found out that the old computer was already having a problem. I would have written the report on my XDA, but battery problems and the lack of a charger prevented me from doing so.

While chronic procrastination was the main culprit, technical difficulties all around exacerbated the problem. Hassle.

Maybe you should have finished it a week ago.

nothing new, really

***
One page done and over with. Wow. The magic of cramming. I even had time to sneak in a few minutes of Call of Duty 4 and a few videos from YouTube. Hahaha.

My only problem now is how to print the damned report.

Our printer dried up a few days ago; my poor little sister was halfway through printing one of her assignments when the ink gave out.

Back to printing at our friendly neighborhood computer shop. Crap.

nothing new

I'm supposed to be finalizing my BC 100 written report right now, but for some inexplicable reason I can't get myself to even START writing the damned paper.

Yes, the deadline is TODAY. Five hours from now, in fact.

What is so hard with typing a report which took just 10 minutes in class? The resources are right in front of my face, my notes are all in order, and I only have to start tapping the keyboard.

Argh.

***

Saturday, January 26, 2008

chococide

Mmmm... Kisses... Yumyum!

Hahahaha!

And that's all there is to it.

Back to Rome.

Friday, January 18, 2008

fever

The timing couldn't have been worse.

I was forced to skip Broadcast Journalism 101 and the UP AstroSoc G.A. yesterday thanks to a fever which just came out of nowhere.

Maybe it was the two consecutive late nights I've been having, or maybe it was the extreme cold last Wednesday -I was inside air-conditioned rooms for most of the day. I don't know.

My Mom was being paranoid once again. Yes, it was because of the dengue scare last October. Apparently, there are still three strains of dengue fever just itching (pun intended) to strike me down once again.

I feel much better now though. It's a good thing that I have no class today - more rest for the weary.

Well, not quite. I still have a paper for Journalism 109 which I have to pass before 5 PM. Just 600 more words and I'm done. Hahaha. Thank God we finally got a new printer.

Anyway, I have to get back to writing about virtual relationships.

Monday, January 14, 2008

o happy day

Something blog-worthy has finally come up.

After over two weeks of silence on the online front, I now have something new to write about - something so mind-blowing, so earth-shattering as to drag me away from World in Conflict and inspire me to write this blog entry.

Pardon this slight digression, but you heard that right folks, I finally got World in Conflict! Scratch another game from my wishlist! Yes, I now have the top three items on my Christmas wishlist loaded into my hard drive; only Company of Heroes and Medieval 2: Total War remain beyond my reach.

Just this morning I set aside a good two hours to play through the first few missions of the game. I tell you, nothing can surpass the sheer joy of watching a flight of A-10 tankbusters mow through columns of Soviet tanks.

With that out of the way, let's get back to the story. Something so unheard of, something so extreme has made me dust-off my keyboard and start typing this entry.

There I was, walking down the corridor. The door was near and all was quiet. Thank God for a good, hearty breakfast; I never felt so alive on a Monday before.

Again, pardon the slight digression, but I have now resolved to eat breakfast. Before, I have neglected this important meal because of tight schedules. Now, as part of my extremely non-conformist campaign to GAIN weight, I will now make sure that I get to eat three complete meals everyday. It helps that I can now expect a good helping of near-Casa Linda quality corned beef, fried rice, and eggs every morning - with a steaming cup of coffee of course.

Alright. Let's get on with it. The weather this morning was just right. The trip was quick and I even got a few minutes of nap time. Room 209 beckoned. The clock? Well, the clock was at

9:52.

After months of coming to class at least 15 minutes late,

I ARRIVED EARLY.

Yes. For the first time in a very long time, I arrived early for class. Prof. Lambino was not waiting at her table, some of my classmates were not yet in the room, and I even had time to relax. My seatmate even shook my hand in congratulation. Damn.

Hahaha. Now that's newsworthy!

Right. I've got to go. I'll probably have something new posted within the next few days.

That is, if Call of Duty 4's "Death from Above" mission doesn't suck me in again.

Hehehehe...

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!