How should I end my blog? Hmm.. Should I explain that it may seem awkward for my other accounts since I couldn't seperate blogs from the other? I mean, I have a blog site in which my blogs are grouped--naaahh, whatever!! They might not understand. Besides, I'm not good in explaining stuff.
Hmmm... Maybe I could recount one incident. It should be something interesting... or it should be something absurd as I would always post---it's my style; giving way for absurd things to be appreciated even for the very least.
But which incident?
Hmm.... I can't think of---wait, how about the Pageant?
What?! You nuts?! I never talk about that!!
Now's the time, then.
No!!! Nuh-uh!!!
Okay... Hmmm... Maybe you should just post an incident that is most recent, like the Riverside Adventure. Say something about the people you've met; the nice girl, the bad boy, the alien (cool!! My kind!!), or that person who was apparent on being gay--remember how he walked away with his shoulders tensed and his hands on his thingy and skipped like a girl??
Hmmmm... Yeah, he was more gay than I seem to be... Hahahaha!!! Or maybe I could talk about Spice Girl. But I'm done with her!!
So, what now?
Maybe, I could just discuss about how life goes--that we would always have problems--big and small---whenever wherever as long as we live. Afterall, that's the whole essence of my 'Nan Kuru Nai Sa' Blog, right?
Hmmmm... Yeah. Oh, and you haven't even explain what it means; "Nan kuru nai sa. Live for the moment and look forward for a better tomorrow". Seem to me like you've recited this when you were doing your compendium.
Compendium... hmmm... Or maybe I could enumerate what I've learned throughout the year.
That could work, too.
Yeah... But I'm too lazy to type now. I'll just end my blog with, uh.... Just saying that I shall be back on June. And that this blog is now officially closed.
That's all?! You'e really boring....
I know!! I'll do better next time.
Go, type now.. Go bore your readers including yourself... Go, talk about nonsense...
Hey, I don't blog to grab attention or excite people!! And I don't even blog to talk about the same ol' things. So... So, I shall merely do what you've just told me..
Talk about nonsense?
Yeah...
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Saturday, May 3, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Summer Tears
Waiting in the SM Megamall was already becoming a pain in my ass. There were late comers for our outing. I wasn't happy about it. And when majority of them came, my feet were dragging me to the destination and my mouth spilled simple stubbornness.
On the bus, I managed to share the seat with good friend Yanna and got acquainted with the music in her mini player. I missed Jpop all of a sudden. And upon knowing Yanna's songs in her player, I felt how lonely she had been lately... and that's for four months now.
I did not mind about it for a moment because we were talking about that "Spice Girl" who was going to catch us since we left her Late Ass in the mall. And I was like, "just tell her the directions and let her go by herself." I had been mean that moment because it was hot and my flesh was thirsty for (another flesh--joke!!!) the taste of h2O and Chlorine.
The ride to Bulacan was as smooth as a baby's bottom; IT WAS FUN and it made me sing some Ayaka song which probably made the driver do the sign of the cross.
And at last we arrived to our destination; Riverside Resort (yeah, we're not that classy---the mere togetherness of us friends already is a hot Boracay Resort!! okay, and, yeah, we're broke!! ). As soon as we got to the cottage, I chat a little to our new friends and invited Yanna to dive ASAP to the pool. As the moon rose up to the darkening sky, we were all eaten by the huge mass of water.
But let me now focus to the main story--I'll skip all our silliness in the resort for the moment (we broke almost all of the RULES and still managed to STAY IN THE RESORT). That evening, while everyone was swimming in alcohol (yup, some damned alcohol down our stomachs), we listened to Yanna's player once more. And as I've mentioned a while ago, most songs were depressing. Suddenly, when I got up, we had some chance to talk about our friend who passed away last December, Millet. Yanna told her story about the last few days of her beloved cousin and shared her bitterness to herself as some mushy music painted the atmosphere.
I just began sobbing that moment and before I was aware of it, I was crying like hell. Millet had been a very good friend of ours. And the last time we were swimming altogether, she was with us. It pained me that all of a sudden, she's not with us anymore. And I had rarely much time to be with her; there were a few times we were together and all those times we had some conversations. We even became close when we dropped to Baywalk once after the Pyro Olympics in Mall of Asia last year.
And at that time, with the help of Babyface, sitting in the cottage, I felt all the bitterness that Yanna felt. I somehow felt how intense her depression was especially that she had been close to Millet for years.
Once again, just last night, with the same music eventually, we, Yanna, Jam and I, started talking about it again. And I couldn't help but weep. It's not that I'm overly emotional. But, you know... It's about loss and despair. And I was, again, under the spell of alcohol (wow--Am I becoming a drunkard?! Not actually... It's occasional). And it's about my friends. I care about all of them so much.
How I just wish now that everything goes back to normal for Yanna. It takes time, and the pain will always be there. But I hope she continues to move on.
Hmmm... I just amused myself in thinking about our loss of someone else that evening; Where's that "Spice Girl"? She didn't make it in the resort.
We found out just yesterday that her phone was snatched after we gave her the directions to the resort. Hey, Spice Girl, HATE LATE??
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
On the bus, I managed to share the seat with good friend Yanna and got acquainted with the music in her mini player. I missed Jpop all of a sudden. And upon knowing Yanna's songs in her player, I felt how lonely she had been lately... and that's for four months now.
I did not mind about it for a moment because we were talking about that "Spice Girl" who was going to catch us since we left her Late Ass in the mall. And I was like, "just tell her the directions and let her go by herself." I had been mean that moment because it was hot and my flesh was thirsty for (another flesh--joke!!!) the taste of h2O and Chlorine.
The ride to Bulacan was as smooth as a baby's bottom; IT WAS FUN and it made me sing some Ayaka song which probably made the driver do the sign of the cross.
And at last we arrived to our destination; Riverside Resort (yeah, we're not that classy---the mere togetherness of us friends already is a hot Boracay Resort!! okay, and, yeah, we're broke!! ). As soon as we got to the cottage, I chat a little to our new friends and invited Yanna to dive ASAP to the pool. As the moon rose up to the darkening sky, we were all eaten by the huge mass of water.
But let me now focus to the main story--I'll skip all our silliness in the resort for the moment (we broke almost all of the RULES and still managed to STAY IN THE RESORT). That evening, while everyone was swimming in alcohol (yup, some damned alcohol down our stomachs), we listened to Yanna's player once more. And as I've mentioned a while ago, most songs were depressing. Suddenly, when I got up, we had some chance to talk about our friend who passed away last December, Millet. Yanna told her story about the last few days of her beloved cousin and shared her bitterness to herself as some mushy music painted the atmosphere.
I just began sobbing that moment and before I was aware of it, I was crying like hell. Millet had been a very good friend of ours. And the last time we were swimming altogether, she was with us. It pained me that all of a sudden, she's not with us anymore. And I had rarely much time to be with her; there were a few times we were together and all those times we had some conversations. We even became close when we dropped to Baywalk once after the Pyro Olympics in Mall of Asia last year.
And at that time, with the help of Babyface, sitting in the cottage, I felt all the bitterness that Yanna felt. I somehow felt how intense her depression was especially that she had been close to Millet for years.
Once again, just last night, with the same music eventually, we, Yanna, Jam and I, started talking about it again. And I couldn't help but weep. It's not that I'm overly emotional. But, you know... It's about loss and despair. And I was, again, under the spell of alcohol (wow--Am I becoming a drunkard?! Not actually... It's occasional). And it's about my friends. I care about all of them so much.
How I just wish now that everything goes back to normal for Yanna. It takes time, and the pain will always be there. But I hope she continues to move on.
Hmmm... I just amused myself in thinking about our loss of someone else that evening; Where's that "Spice Girl"? She didn't make it in the resort.
We found out just yesterday that her phone was snatched after we gave her the directions to the resort. Hey, Spice Girl, HATE LATE??
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Becoming Angelina Jolie
What if you just wake up one day and you are Angelina Jolie? Wouldn't it be flattering? But I wasn't flattered; It happened to me twice---La Cucaracha Style!!!
Okay, so it's like merely saying that Jolie is popular for her pouty lips. I woke up early this morning, about 2-3AM, and felt something odd with my kissing tools (which are actually never used for kissing yet---hail, the virgin has spoken!!! Ech!). And then I noticed that my lower lip was huge--huge enough to become a floatation device in the whole Pacific Ocean!!!
And it felt very weird; it was a little numb. I figured, "maybe it was bitten by some COCKroach." I'm beginning to suspect that it's the same COCKroach that bit me months ago on my upper lip. The COCKroach probably thinks my lips are either tasty or it's just that it thinks I need some make over.
Months ago, this stuff happened to meand I went to school with a lip saying "hey, I just had collagen injected!!" when in fact it says "hey, a cucaracha just bit me so that I would look like Angelina Jolie or Jay-Z".
Hmmm... yeah, Jay Z.
So another fashion tips for you girls, have your lips bitten and it's an instant pout!!! I hope Lindsay Lohan and Jessica Simpson are reading this (No, Jessica is not a favorite of mine--she just happens to be mentioned in my blogs).
Okay, so it's like merely saying that Jolie is popular for her pouty lips. I woke up early this morning, about 2-3AM, and felt something odd with my kissing tools (which are actually never used for kissing yet---hail, the virgin has spoken!!! Ech!). And then I noticed that my lower lip was huge--huge enough to become a floatation device in the whole Pacific Ocean!!!
And it felt very weird; it was a little numb. I figured, "maybe it was bitten by some COCKroach." I'm beginning to suspect that it's the same COCKroach that bit me months ago on my upper lip. The COCKroach probably thinks my lips are either tasty or it's just that it thinks I need some make over.
Months ago, this stuff happened to meand I went to school with a lip saying "hey, I just had collagen injected!!" when in fact it says "hey, a cucaracha just bit me so that I would look like Angelina Jolie or Jay-Z".
Hmmm... yeah, Jay Z.
So another fashion tips for you girls, have your lips bitten and it's an instant pout!!! I hope Lindsay Lohan and Jessica Simpson are reading this (No, Jessica is not a favorite of mine--she just happens to be mentioned in my blogs).
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Spell Thesis: C, H, O...
Last night.. Or shall I say the night (morning since it was twelve in the morning) of the day before yesterday (time tangles!! Whew!!), I slept in the middle of the evening just because of watching TV.
And right now, I am almost close to 24 hours of not sleeping. We, in our group, are not yet done with our thesis. So here I am just typing stuff on the PC in Ava's lair. Yup, I still spared some time to post in my blog. Well, Master P (our resident Master) is still busy analyzing some of our tallied answers.
What our thesis contains is just some piece of nothingness. It may have a little bit of importance to our school but... well.. to put it in Ava's terms: "Chorva na lang 'yan" By 'Chorva' she meant that we could take care of it without too much effort and just get done with it by doing easy alternatives for accomplishments.
But now, I don't feel too tired to sleep. I don't even feel sleepy at all.
I paused for a while to think it over and found the answer right in front of me: The Personal Computer.
No, not just the Personal Computer but the (ever so sacred and holy--for me) INTERNET.
Woooh, do I have to repeat what I've said last summer about my addiction. No need.
But now... wait please...
Master is again on the roll (after the numerous grunts and snores she let out a while ago). Now we are the only two up for the last hour (or the first hour of the day). If you know how college is, you know how tough it is to do a thesis. Imagine that; we aren't even being too much serious about it. Well... But let's say we're still working hard to make it right (I mean, come on, give credits to our efforts).
Now all we have to do is... I mean 'are'....
...
..
...
...
Don't ask.
Great, I just forgot my point for that 'But' above..
*Busy typing*
^DON'T DISTURB^
And right now, I am almost close to 24 hours of not sleeping. We, in our group, are not yet done with our thesis. So here I am just typing stuff on the PC in Ava's lair. Yup, I still spared some time to post in my blog. Well, Master P (our resident Master) is still busy analyzing some of our tallied answers.
What our thesis contains is just some piece of nothingness. It may have a little bit of importance to our school but... well.. to put it in Ava's terms: "Chorva na lang 'yan" By 'Chorva' she meant that we could take care of it without too much effort and just get done with it by doing easy alternatives for accomplishments.
But now, I don't feel too tired to sleep. I don't even feel sleepy at all.
I paused for a while to think it over and found the answer right in front of me: The Personal Computer.
No, not just the Personal Computer but the (ever so sacred and holy--for me) INTERNET.
Woooh, do I have to repeat what I've said last summer about my addiction. No need.
But now... wait please...
Master is again on the roll (after the numerous grunts and snores she let out a while ago). Now we are the only two up for the last hour (or the first hour of the day). If you know how college is, you know how tough it is to do a thesis. Imagine that; we aren't even being too much serious about it. Well... But let's say we're still working hard to make it right (I mean, come on, give credits to our efforts).
Now all we have to do is... I mean 'are'....
...
..
...
...
Don't ask.
Great, I just forgot my point for that 'But' above..
*Busy typing*
^DON'T DISTURB^
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Before Summer
Good news: Vacation is coming. No more of the school works for the moment!!!
Bad news: It's freaking summer!!! It's freaking HOT!!!
Last summer, I barely enjoyed the vacation; I wasn't able to go out too often because I was stuck at home with nothing to do. If you were to look back at my posts last summer, I had been very evil (smart.. or evil... or just digging up more facts about life which no other people, I guess, haven't realized yet). I had my Idle Mind working and it was very threatening indeed (for me and for the whole world).
So, earlier this year, I planned to make a list of things to do this summer. It's not that I don't want to think more (hey, I enjoy testing the limits of my mind), it's just that I want to avoid ennui. It had been very terrible last year. For a change, I am making a list of things which would make my summer memorable and meaningful. I will be doing things and tasks which would keep me up and going this summer---and it should be something fun!!
Of course, I included dares and things which I've never done before. And for the mean time, I guess I'd be absent for a few weeks online. I will also be closing my blog. I have to end my 'Nan Kuru Nai Sa' collections anytime soon.
But whatever I do, I don't hold the power of the weather in my hands. Please, people of the world, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD PREVENT GLOBAL WARMING!!!
Bad news: It's freaking summer!!! It's freaking HOT!!!
Last summer, I barely enjoyed the vacation; I wasn't able to go out too often because I was stuck at home with nothing to do. If you were to look back at my posts last summer, I had been very evil (smart.. or evil... or just digging up more facts about life which no other people, I guess, haven't realized yet). I had my Idle Mind working and it was very threatening indeed (for me and for the whole world).
So, earlier this year, I planned to make a list of things to do this summer. It's not that I don't want to think more (hey, I enjoy testing the limits of my mind), it's just that I want to avoid ennui. It had been very terrible last year. For a change, I am making a list of things which would make my summer memorable and meaningful. I will be doing things and tasks which would keep me up and going this summer---and it should be something fun!!
Of course, I included dares and things which I've never done before. And for the mean time, I guess I'd be absent for a few weeks online. I will also be closing my blog. I have to end my 'Nan Kuru Nai Sa' collections anytime soon.
But whatever I do, I don't hold the power of the weather in my hands. Please, people of the world, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD PREVENT GLOBAL WARMING!!!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Jessica Simpson
Forgive me for doing this but this is just one of those rare times that I would be doing something foolish: talking about love life.
Thursday night, on our way home, Kat, my SUPER FRIEND, and I ended up in discussing about a few stuffs which, in the end, lead to us talking about how much we love ourselves and how much we think. It was fun sharing ideas with my Super Friend: AT LAST!! A PERSON WHO HAS ALMOST ALL THE SAME IDEAS AS MINE!! But let's go back to the main topic: LOVE.
*VOMITING*
Okay... One of the things I fear of me becoming is when I turn into something very sentimental: I'm not a Maudlin. This statement confirms that I'm no emo. I don't even envy those who are into affairs. I even, sometimes, insult the way they handle each other. That's probably some defense mechanism. But really, I fear of becoming a maudlin because it would cause me losing my ego--which is the most treasured gem of my entity. Therefore, I fear of falling inlove.
It's exactly one year from now (plus one day because of that extra day this Leap Year) when I dived into a nonsense relationship (GASP!! Yup, I had one and I'm not going to tell more about it). It was just nothing .. But I'm no player. I was just curious. But it ended it with nothing and it wasn't any big deal. There wasn't even any formal break up. So, _____ ANNIVERSARY!!!
But during those times did I notice that I was slowly losing myself. I was becoming a fool for playing around and I had to stop it. It was one of the most disgusting thing to do---to be in a relationship. It's not that I wasn't ready. But I was really disgusted with myself.
So now I'm more focused on becoming myself and trying also to know my weaknesses so that I would become a better person. I don't want to fall inlove--no, not yet. (YUUUCK!!! This is totally corny!!!)
I'm not alone. Having someone to love is not the last thing in the world. I don't need to exist with a partner; I already have myself!!
(Jessica Simpson, is that you?!)
Thursday night, on our way home, Kat, my SUPER FRIEND, and I ended up in discussing about a few stuffs which, in the end, lead to us talking about how much we love ourselves and how much we think. It was fun sharing ideas with my Super Friend: AT LAST!! A PERSON WHO HAS ALMOST ALL THE SAME IDEAS AS MINE!! But let's go back to the main topic: LOVE.
*VOMITING*
Okay... One of the things I fear of me becoming is when I turn into something very sentimental: I'm not a Maudlin. This statement confirms that I'm no emo. I don't even envy those who are into affairs. I even, sometimes, insult the way they handle each other. That's probably some defense mechanism. But really, I fear of becoming a maudlin because it would cause me losing my ego--which is the most treasured gem of my entity. Therefore, I fear of falling inlove.
It's exactly one year from now (plus one day because of that extra day this Leap Year) when I dived into a nonsense relationship (GASP!! Yup, I had one and I'm not going to tell more about it). It was just nothing .. But I'm no player. I was just curious. But it ended it with nothing and it wasn't any big deal. There wasn't even any formal break up. So, _____ ANNIVERSARY!!!
But during those times did I notice that I was slowly losing myself. I was becoming a fool for playing around and I had to stop it. It was one of the most disgusting thing to do---to be in a relationship. It's not that I wasn't ready. But I was really disgusted with myself.
So now I'm more focused on becoming myself and trying also to know my weaknesses so that I would become a better person. I don't want to fall inlove--no, not yet. (YUUUCK!!! This is totally corny!!!)
I'm not alone. Having someone to love is not the last thing in the world. I don't need to exist with a partner; I already have myself!!
(Jessica Simpson, is that you?!)
Saturday, March 8, 2008
This is How I Do It
One of the things I always have problem filling up in websites is the 'About Me' slot. It's not that I don't know myself totally... But I don't know how I should be able to deliver everything about me in just short sentences (or paragraphs).
A lot of people would claim that they are this and that, but I don't want to fall in line with them. And I don't also want to fall in line with those people (or posers) who try so hard to be apart of the society--those who claim that they are different.
Take note of this: everyone is different in his and her own ways. You don't need to eat insects to say you're weird. You don't need to wear black to say you're a goth. You don't need to wear glasses and say you're cool.. or blind. All you have to do is BE YOURSELF. So I don't care if I'm in line with any of the two (the commoners or the others), I just do what I do.
I've been in that stage when I want to be everything----a superhero, a salesclerk, an assassin, an astronaut, an anime, a celebrity, a musician, or a mentally disturbed person (this one's a dream come true right now!!). But I stopped dreaming. No, it's not that I don't dream or I'm not doing anything to do something for myself. Just being me is enough to say that I'm different, I'm weird and I'm GREAT.
I am so GREAT in just being MYSELF. It even irks me to hear people to tell me to be this and that and to do this and not do that when they couldn’t even point out what wrong it causes to other people.
One of my mottos in life: As long as I don't step on other people's dreams, I do what I want.
But going back to our topic, I don't need to be the best there is. I don't aim for anything--so for all those people who keep on seeing me as a challenge, I am putting you down now. You may become the best musician, author, blogger, dancer, student, friend, director, or anything you want to become--it's all yours. The fans are all yours, the friends are all yours, the fame is all yours.
It's enough for me to say that I'm the BEST JAMES there is. And this James right here is going to be something Great (AMBISYOSO!!!), something nobody else could follow.... of course, there is only one me. Nobody can be the next me. There will never be.
A lot of people would claim that they are this and that, but I don't want to fall in line with them. And I don't also want to fall in line with those people (or posers) who try so hard to be apart of the society--those who claim that they are different.
Take note of this: everyone is different in his and her own ways. You don't need to eat insects to say you're weird. You don't need to wear black to say you're a goth. You don't need to wear glasses and say you're cool.. or blind. All you have to do is BE YOURSELF. So I don't care if I'm in line with any of the two (the commoners or the others), I just do what I do.
I've been in that stage when I want to be everything----a superhero, a salesclerk, an assassin, an astronaut, an anime, a celebrity, a musician, or a mentally disturbed person (this one's a dream come true right now!!). But I stopped dreaming. No, it's not that I don't dream or I'm not doing anything to do something for myself. Just being me is enough to say that I'm different, I'm weird and I'm GREAT.
I am so GREAT in just being MYSELF. It even irks me to hear people to tell me to be this and that and to do this and not do that when they couldn’t even point out what wrong it causes to other people.
One of my mottos in life: As long as I don't step on other people's dreams, I do what I want.
But going back to our topic, I don't need to be the best there is. I don't aim for anything--so for all those people who keep on seeing me as a challenge, I am putting you down now. You may become the best musician, author, blogger, dancer, student, friend, director, or anything you want to become--it's all yours. The fans are all yours, the friends are all yours, the fame is all yours.
It's enough for me to say that I'm the BEST JAMES there is. And this James right here is going to be something Great (AMBISYOSO!!!), something nobody else could follow.... of course, there is only one me. Nobody can be the next me. There will never be.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Text Type: Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
Leap years were nothing for me before. But lately, I thought of doing something memorable in a leap year so that I would be able to recall the date quickly and always remember what I've been doing in such a day.
Anything crazy will do. I thought of even trying to force Ava, our shy and smooth-talking friend, to do something bad since she seem to be virgin when it comes to any sins (no pun intended with the term, Ava). So, Osonnie, my friend with almost the same brain twists as mine, thought of having her buy a condom and, if she could do more, flaunt it. We even thought of tasting condoms (just for fun). But that plan was not accomplished.
Tsk tsk...
We tried to think of something else but we just ended up singing in a videoke. But the fun didn't stop there yet, I tell you. It shouldn't be!!
I wanted to do something more. So, we went to Paco Park but it was already closed when we got there. We ended up in Robinson's Mall. At night, we ran around the fountain and tried our best to avoid the sprays... and the cranky security guard who whistled unto us. But all was done: We ran around in the fountains like foolish weirdos who never saw water being sprayed all their lonely lives. We had lots of fun, although we never get to chew condoms.
With Love,
Wild Ice
(yech!! yech!! So girly!!)
Okay, class, what are the language features of a (girly and pinkish) Dear Diary Text Type?
Leap years were nothing for me before. But lately, I thought of doing something memorable in a leap year so that I would be able to recall the date quickly and always remember what I've been doing in such a day.
Anything crazy will do. I thought of even trying to force Ava, our shy and smooth-talking friend, to do something bad since she seem to be virgin when it comes to any sins (no pun intended with the term, Ava). So, Osonnie, my friend with almost the same brain twists as mine, thought of having her buy a condom and, if she could do more, flaunt it. We even thought of tasting condoms (just for fun). But that plan was not accomplished.
Tsk tsk...
We tried to think of something else but we just ended up singing in a videoke. But the fun didn't stop there yet, I tell you. It shouldn't be!!
I wanted to do something more. So, we went to Paco Park but it was already closed when we got there. We ended up in Robinson's Mall. At night, we ran around the fountain and tried our best to avoid the sprays... and the cranky security guard who whistled unto us. But all was done: We ran around in the fountains like foolish weirdos who never saw water being sprayed all their lonely lives. We had lots of fun, although we never get to chew condoms.
With Love,
Wild Ice
(yech!! yech!! So girly!!)
Okay, class, what are the language features of a (girly and pinkish) Dear Diary Text Type?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
WORK.COMPENDIUM.WEIGHT
What happened to Wild Ice these past few days???!
Hmmm... Well, I had been doing some compilation and it got me so busy lately but the good part of it was that I never crammed nor panicked. It was an achievement to have everything go smoothly in the process. Everytime I start doing something, I say a little prayer for the things I was going to use: "Work with me... Work with me..."
The funny thing is, these are just home works and school projects but lately I called these tasks as my job ('trabaho'). Maybe it is because I get to work a lot about everything and I'm not enjoying it. That's the sad part of it: I'M NOT ENJOYING IT.
Let me just remind you that my REAL COLLEGE COURSE CHOICE is (not was, but is) Mass Communication. How I got into education is a long story (I'll tell you some time soon but not now, I feel lazy doing so...)
I did not even try to do my best with this compilation (my professor is going to kill me if she reads this) because I don't want to waste too much time and money on doing something to please everyone when I am not even pleased of myself (and never will, in terms of taking this course).
But when I handed the compilation book (compendium, strategy notebook or whatever you want to call it), I felt relieved. I invited my friends to trudge the green green (and brown) grass field of our university. I heard Angela Aki's song "Tashika Ni" ringing in my head and I felt like dancing along with it like some gay guy. But of course, there is one tiny molecule-sized shame still left in me so I did not pursue such unpleasant act.
But there it was!! Another heavy requirement accomplished!!! And look, I lost weight through stress!!! Based on my medical today, I am 110 lbs. compared to last year's (february 12, 2007's) 113.something!!!
Incredible!!! LADIES, WANT TO KNOW MY SECRET????
ひみつ です よ!!!
Hmmm... Well, I had been doing some compilation and it got me so busy lately but the good part of it was that I never crammed nor panicked. It was an achievement to have everything go smoothly in the process. Everytime I start doing something, I say a little prayer for the things I was going to use: "Work with me... Work with me..."
The funny thing is, these are just home works and school projects but lately I called these tasks as my job ('trabaho'). Maybe it is because I get to work a lot about everything and I'm not enjoying it. That's the sad part of it: I'M NOT ENJOYING IT.
Let me just remind you that my REAL COLLEGE COURSE CHOICE is (not was, but is) Mass Communication. How I got into education is a long story (I'll tell you some time soon but not now, I feel lazy doing so...)
I did not even try to do my best with this compilation (my professor is going to kill me if she reads this) because I don't want to waste too much time and money on doing something to please everyone when I am not even pleased of myself (and never will, in terms of taking this course).
But when I handed the compilation book (compendium, strategy notebook or whatever you want to call it), I felt relieved. I invited my friends to trudge the green green (and brown) grass field of our university. I heard Angela Aki's song "Tashika Ni" ringing in my head and I felt like dancing along with it like some gay guy. But of course, there is one tiny molecule-sized shame still left in me so I did not pursue such unpleasant act.
But there it was!! Another heavy requirement accomplished!!! And look, I lost weight through stress!!! Based on my medical today, I am 110 lbs. compared to last year's (february 12, 2007's) 113.something!!!
Incredible!!! LADIES, WANT TO KNOW MY SECRET????
ひみつ です よ!!!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Amazing Race: Demo Edition
1st Roadblock: Revise a Lesson Plan on Teaching Literature to get your next clue.
Next Clue: Route Info: Make your way to the Garcia Residence located in the suburbs of Makati and look for the lady in stripes to get your next clue:
When I found the lady in stripes (My mother)...
Next Clue: Detour:
A detour is a choice between two tasks, each with its pros and cons.
In this detour, teams must choose between To Here or To Go.
In To Here: Teams must stay and neglect all task assigned to him and wait for the confirmation that he shall not do any other demo teaching anymore. This task may be risky, for it shall test your calmness and negligence. You may also get kicked off the race.
In To Go: Teams must go to The University and sign on the schedule posted on Mrs. M's office door. This task may seem easy, but the ride all the way in Manila may be frustrating and the deadline is slowly coming to an end.
I choose To Go.
I left and stood there waiting for the bus. I waited for so many minutes and I kept reminding myself that I'm on a race which was a matter of life and death!! Why, of all dates, must the deadline for signing that schedule be on a freaking Saturday?!!? That professor is crazy!!
In times like this, I couldn't rely on PVP Liner Buses... unless I'm not as desperate as now!! So I took a jeepney (woohooo!!). How quick!! (Note the sarcasm). Imagine how much I had to take in all of the smokes in the streets of Manila!! For the sake of merely signing a paper, I had to risk my lungs!!! Amazing!!!
I got off at Taft and had to take another jeepney (one reason why I don't like riding a jeepney on my way to school). It was a terrible search. I also prefer to ride beside the driver, not on the back (yeah, I'm very choosey when it comes to jeepneys).
Finally, I was on my way with a jeepney which would usually stop everytime the driver sees a human being standing on the sidewalk and thinking that person would ride on his jeep even if that person wouldn't.
It took almost an hour to finally go to the University. I ran as fast as I could!! I disregarded all the people blocking my way. I reached the Building: LSC!!!
I climbed quickly up the stairs and finally reached the office. I signed beside my name on the schedule.
NEXT CLUE: Route INFO: Go to the bathroom upstairs an fix yourself because you are such a mess. The bathroom on the third floor is the only normal bathroom in the whole Building. This bathroom is the 1st pit stop of the race!!! (WOW!! Is that you, Allan Wu??!)
I went upstairs and got into The Bathroom. Allan Wu was sitting on the toilet bowl beside a talking mushroom.
"Hallerrrz!!! Welcome to LSC", said the Mushroom whom looked familiar.
"James and Eric (it is me both)," Allan Wu said, "you are the last team to arrive. However, this is a predetermined non-elimination round--which means you're still in the race!!"
Shower me with confetti!!
"However," he said," you have to do good on your demo teaching on Wednesday."
Next Clue: Route Info: Make your way to the Garcia Residence located in the suburbs of Makati and look for the lady in stripes to get your next clue:
When I found the lady in stripes (My mother)...
Next Clue: Detour:
A detour is a choice between two tasks, each with its pros and cons.
In this detour, teams must choose between To Here or To Go.
In To Here: Teams must stay and neglect all task assigned to him and wait for the confirmation that he shall not do any other demo teaching anymore. This task may be risky, for it shall test your calmness and negligence. You may also get kicked off the race.
In To Go: Teams must go to The University and sign on the schedule posted on Mrs. M's office door. This task may seem easy, but the ride all the way in Manila may be frustrating and the deadline is slowly coming to an end.
I choose To Go.
I left and stood there waiting for the bus. I waited for so many minutes and I kept reminding myself that I'm on a race which was a matter of life and death!! Why, of all dates, must the deadline for signing that schedule be on a freaking Saturday?!!? That professor is crazy!!
In times like this, I couldn't rely on PVP Liner Buses... unless I'm not as desperate as now!! So I took a jeepney (woohooo!!). How quick!! (Note the sarcasm). Imagine how much I had to take in all of the smokes in the streets of Manila!! For the sake of merely signing a paper, I had to risk my lungs!!! Amazing!!!
I got off at Taft and had to take another jeepney (one reason why I don't like riding a jeepney on my way to school). It was a terrible search. I also prefer to ride beside the driver, not on the back (yeah, I'm very choosey when it comes to jeepneys).
Finally, I was on my way with a jeepney which would usually stop everytime the driver sees a human being standing on the sidewalk and thinking that person would ride on his jeep even if that person wouldn't.
It took almost an hour to finally go to the University. I ran as fast as I could!! I disregarded all the people blocking my way. I reached the Building: LSC!!!
I climbed quickly up the stairs and finally reached the office. I signed beside my name on the schedule.
NEXT CLUE: Route INFO: Go to the bathroom upstairs an fix yourself because you are such a mess. The bathroom on the third floor is the only normal bathroom in the whole Building. This bathroom is the 1st pit stop of the race!!! (WOW!! Is that you, Allan Wu??!)
I went upstairs and got into The Bathroom. Allan Wu was sitting on the toilet bowl beside a talking mushroom.
"Hallerrrz!!! Welcome to LSC", said the Mushroom whom looked familiar.
"James and Eric (it is me both)," Allan Wu said, "you are the last team to arrive. However, this is a predetermined non-elimination round--which means you're still in the race!!"
Shower me with confetti!!
"However," he said," you have to do good on your demo teaching on Wednesday."
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Solution: BE a Foreigner in the RP
It would always happen to me every morning: I stand at the sidewalk with my Sonic-the-Hedgehog-"I'm waiting" Stance while waiting for the bus which probably travels from Budapest then to Slovenia then down to Ayala and finally to my place. I have to wait 'til my hair turns gray. I have 30% of making it on time with the bus on the way to school and 70% of getting late for being stubborn about not wanting to ride a jeepney to school.
What was unusual with me today was that I was wearing a cap. So when I entered the gates of the University, the security guard stopped me. I thought he found a bomb inside my bag but luckily, he didn't. It was my cap. He told me to take it off and said that my hair was already too long.
I stopped for a while without caring about getting late or about the people entering behind me who were in traffic. I thought of John Nam, our Korean schoolmate.
No, I didn't thought of him because I'm one of his admirers!! I thought of his hair and I felt like arguing to that damned guard that JOHN HAS A LONGER HAIR THAN I DO SO WHY DO I KEEP ON SEEING HIM LIKE THAT FOR YEARS?!!!!
The smelly guard told me to go to the guardhouse where the other guards were (and the word GUARDS in this sentence is very numerous, isn't it?!). But I stopped when I was at the Main Door of the Campus. I thought of running in and not doing what the guard told me so. I was there for a little while thinking as if I knew how to think and as if I was really thinking.
I ran in and the guard ran after me and he pointed his gun at me and shouted, "HALT!!!" (Of course, this is just a translation. He can't possibly speak english which is the reason why he can't stop John from entering the campus with a great amount of dark hay on his head--wooops!! Don't let him read this or I'm dead meat!!!). But I kept on running, despite the long sentences in the closed-parenthesis above this sentence. So the guard pointed shot at me and I quit imagining such wild imagination.
So, I didn't run in and signed on the Violation Notebook. But of course, they didn't pay any attention to what I wrote so I used my talent on calligraphy--which by the way, I don't really now how to use. So if you were to see my name on the notebook, you'd probably think I was sleeping while signing on it. What Violation I wrote: LONG HAIR But of course, it is written on my normal penmanship so nobody could read it.
I wonder how many times John signed on that notebook (has he even ever done such?!!). Just because he's a foreigner and they can't speak in english fluently don't mean they would tolerate his violations!!! Hmmm... next time, I'll really tell them this even if they have to shoot me (wow!! Rizal mode!!!).
So maybe that's it. I just need to become a foreigner in the Philippines!!!
What was unusual with me today was that I was wearing a cap. So when I entered the gates of the University, the security guard stopped me. I thought he found a bomb inside my bag but luckily, he didn't. It was my cap. He told me to take it off and said that my hair was already too long.
I stopped for a while without caring about getting late or about the people entering behind me who were in traffic. I thought of John Nam, our Korean schoolmate.
No, I didn't thought of him because I'm one of his admirers!! I thought of his hair and I felt like arguing to that damned guard that JOHN HAS A LONGER HAIR THAN I DO SO WHY DO I KEEP ON SEEING HIM LIKE THAT FOR YEARS?!!!!
The smelly guard told me to go to the guardhouse where the other guards were (and the word GUARDS in this sentence is very numerous, isn't it?!). But I stopped when I was at the Main Door of the Campus. I thought of running in and not doing what the guard told me so. I was there for a little while thinking as if I knew how to think and as if I was really thinking.
I ran in and the guard ran after me and he pointed his gun at me and shouted, "HALT!!!" (Of course, this is just a translation. He can't possibly speak english which is the reason why he can't stop John from entering the campus with a great amount of dark hay on his head--wooops!! Don't let him read this or I'm dead meat!!!). But I kept on running, despite the long sentences in the closed-parenthesis above this sentence. So the guard pointed shot at me and I quit imagining such wild imagination.
So, I didn't run in and signed on the Violation Notebook. But of course, they didn't pay any attention to what I wrote so I used my talent on calligraphy--which by the way, I don't really now how to use. So if you were to see my name on the notebook, you'd probably think I was sleeping while signing on it. What Violation I wrote: LONG HAIR But of course, it is written on my normal penmanship so nobody could read it.
I wonder how many times John signed on that notebook (has he even ever done such?!!). Just because he's a foreigner and they can't speak in english fluently don't mean they would tolerate his violations!!! Hmmm... next time, I'll really tell them this even if they have to shoot me (wow!! Rizal mode!!!).
So maybe that's it. I just need to become a foreigner in the Philippines!!!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Wrong Grammar??!
In the middle of our professor's discussion, he mentioned about the requirements. "These will be part of your requirements," he stated before we started staring blankly on the page where our Theoretical Framework was supposed to be.
His statement pulled me back to consciousness (I was daydreaming again) because there was something wrong with his grammar. Yes, there is. Take a look at it: "These will be part of your requirements."
Take a look at it closely, please. Please bear in mind of everything you know about grammar. Muster all the intelligence you have and tell me what's wrong about his statement.
"These will be part of your requirements."
Still can't find it? Try...
"These will be part of your requirements."
No?? Giving up? Well, I'll tell you what's wrong: the 's' in requirements.
Before you begin to click on 'back' from this page (or before you start speculating I'm into drugs), take note that I am a Junior College,still-not-convinced-in-becoming-a-teacher University Student. It is a false grammar for me.
Imagine all the stuffs we have to do now (here I go yacking again about these stuffs!!). I'm fully loaded. But, okay, I'll be a little optimistic for, say, four seconds and it starts now: I shall take all of these as challenges and I shall be able to finish everything on time because I'm a very diligent person!!!
One more thing that bothers me about this course (this professor's course) is that out of almost three months of being in the class, I haven't learned a single thing. I have a problem with understanding his loaded mind (and seeing that bright beam reflecting during his time!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! My EYES!!!).
No, I don't hate him. I don't loathe him either (classmates, don't show this blogpost to him or you'll end up toasted!!). It's just that I am hoping he explains stuffs within our reach---he's too smart to teach, I guess. But it's kind of nice (ooh, optimism in six seconds) because he gives forecast of what shall happen in the course.
And... Okay.. I will not whine on the requirements for now... I can do this. Let's just hope that I still know what I'm doing. For the mean time, I really have no idea what a Theoretical Framework is about and how the hell people make a curriculum. It's interesting 'actually'----for the devoted future teachers. But for me.... Hmmmm......
... Do I have to?!!!
His statement pulled me back to consciousness (I was daydreaming again) because there was something wrong with his grammar. Yes, there is. Take a look at it: "These will be part of your requirements."
Take a look at it closely, please. Please bear in mind of everything you know about grammar. Muster all the intelligence you have and tell me what's wrong about his statement.
"These will be part of your requirements."
Still can't find it? Try...
"These will be part of your requirements."
No?? Giving up? Well, I'll tell you what's wrong: the 's' in requirements.
Before you begin to click on 'back' from this page (or before you start speculating I'm into drugs), take note that I am a Junior College,still-not-convinced-in-becoming-a-teacher University Student. It is a false grammar for me.
Imagine all the stuffs we have to do now (here I go yacking again about these stuffs!!). I'm fully loaded. But, okay, I'll be a little optimistic for, say, four seconds and it starts now: I shall take all of these as challenges and I shall be able to finish everything on time because I'm a very diligent person!!!
One more thing that bothers me about this course (this professor's course) is that out of almost three months of being in the class, I haven't learned a single thing. I have a problem with understanding his loaded mind (and seeing that bright beam reflecting during his time!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! My EYES!!!).
No, I don't hate him. I don't loathe him either (classmates, don't show this blogpost to him or you'll end up toasted!!). It's just that I am hoping he explains stuffs within our reach---he's too smart to teach, I guess. But it's kind of nice (ooh, optimism in six seconds) because he gives forecast of what shall happen in the course.
And... Okay.. I will not whine on the requirements for now... I can do this. Let's just hope that I still know what I'm doing. For the mean time, I really have no idea what a Theoretical Framework is about and how the hell people make a curriculum. It's interesting 'actually'----for the devoted future teachers. But for me.... Hmmmm......
... Do I have to?!!!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I Fear Myself When I'm Mad
Anger.
It destroys everything in its path. When it eats me, I become destructive. I destroy everything blocking my way--people, things, and even myself. One of the people I fear most is myself possessed by the spirit of anger. I swear: I don't like myself when I'm mad.
People would usually mention about my blog being too belligerent, too foul, too negative... That's because it is one thing I barely release in person nowadays.
My blog had been the best catharsis of my existence.
Before, I used to not have any control about my temper. But even before being like that, I used to be a goody-goody. Well, it is evident until now if you were to meet me in person. The difference is that I'm bolder than who I was before.
When I'm mad, I throw anything my hand grips. I hit anything. I lose my self-control and I barely think. That is the reason why now I give a good chance for myself to think about stuffs first before reacting like an apparition of The Hulk. I learned the art of patience.
I think a lot about things---the reasons for why this and that happens, I consider and reconsider stuffs... I just have to control myself. But I have no idea about the limits of my patience.
It explodes without warning like a volcano.
There re times my peers would usually notice the way I maximize my voice (even at times I'm not really mad at all!!) when I speak. Sometimes, I roll my eye unconsciously. Usually, I spit out counter attacks like vomits of fire.
Another thing I hate about being like this is that some people become too safe to me. Sometimes they don't feel like talking to me because, I guess, they're frightened or something. And it's a bothersome feeling. I still prefer people who would come up and face me rather than those who keep quiet but has negative thoughts (or talks) about me---oh, such people who stinks like their ass!!! ....... sorry..
Don't worry, I'm not really that evil. Actually, I like a lot of stuffs as much as I hate a lot. So, don't be afraid of me--no, not yet...
Fear me when I'm mad.
Seriously.
It destroys everything in its path. When it eats me, I become destructive. I destroy everything blocking my way--people, things, and even myself. One of the people I fear most is myself possessed by the spirit of anger. I swear: I don't like myself when I'm mad.
People would usually mention about my blog being too belligerent, too foul, too negative... That's because it is one thing I barely release in person nowadays.
My blog had been the best catharsis of my existence.
Before, I used to not have any control about my temper. But even before being like that, I used to be a goody-goody. Well, it is evident until now if you were to meet me in person. The difference is that I'm bolder than who I was before.
When I'm mad, I throw anything my hand grips. I hit anything. I lose my self-control and I barely think. That is the reason why now I give a good chance for myself to think about stuffs first before reacting like an apparition of The Hulk. I learned the art of patience.
I think a lot about things---the reasons for why this and that happens, I consider and reconsider stuffs... I just have to control myself. But I have no idea about the limits of my patience.
It explodes without warning like a volcano.
There re times my peers would usually notice the way I maximize my voice (even at times I'm not really mad at all!!) when I speak. Sometimes, I roll my eye unconsciously. Usually, I spit out counter attacks like vomits of fire.
Another thing I hate about being like this is that some people become too safe to me. Sometimes they don't feel like talking to me because, I guess, they're frightened or something. And it's a bothersome feeling. I still prefer people who would come up and face me rather than those who keep quiet but has negative thoughts (or talks) about me---oh, such people who stinks like their ass!!! ....... sorry..
Don't worry, I'm not really that evil. Actually, I like a lot of stuffs as much as I hate a lot. So, don't be afraid of me--no, not yet...
Fear me when I'm mad.
Seriously.
Monday, January 21, 2008
A La Freaky Friday??
Dialogue with my mom:
(This happened a few minutes ago...)
Me: Why do I have to do all the responsibilities in this house?! (It's as if I'm the only child!!!)
Mom: You don't even do much. (Clearly vague response from my mom--an oxymoron guys!!)
Me: You just don't know how much I do for my studies (hey, I still work hard though I act a little lazy sometimes)
Mom: Okay, why don't you be the one here at home while I go study? How do you like that? You're lucky you just study..
Me: (JUST STUDY?!!! DAMN!!) ... Yeah, why don't you go study so you would know how much obligations I must accomplish.
Mom: Yes. You clean the house, the rooms, do the laundry, cook, walk your sister to school... Go on so you'll know how much I do here.
Me: .. ... (I prefer to keep my mouth shut or else I would start whipping my pointed tongue around the place again!!!!)
----
I've got three siblings: One older brother, a younger brother (?), and a little sister. My brothers are in the right age to fulfill their responsibilities at home.
But my mom always put everything (responsibilities, blame,...) on me. This is a very common topic we keep on fighting about. My mom and I had hundreds of war about me being the only one who receives 95% of the house chores she gives.
But let's deal with that some other time. I'm curious right now about her 'what if'; What if we switch places?
----
My mom in the classroom
Ma'am: You. (Points at my mom) What are the objectives of English for Specific Purposes?
Mom: Aaaaahh... ... ...
Ma'am: Just tell me if you don't know anything.
Mom: ... I don't know---
Ma'am: WHAT?!!!! YOU DON'T KNOW?!!! Have you not been listening to my discussion?!!
Mom: (not really liking the course) ... ...
Ma'am: Research about it. Now! Get out. Don't get back until you found something about it. Go!
Classmate: (to my mom) Use the internet so you would be able to do it quickly. Your son doesn't have any library card.
Mom: ... ... (Doesn’t know how to use the internet)
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Me at home
Me: ... (Supposed to be cooking but only knowing how to fry food besides cooking instant noodles)
Me: ... ... ... Ohnerrrr (translation: Oh no)....(How will I do the laundry???.... How much soap needed? What are the steps? What will Chomsky do in such situation?)
Me: .... ... Maximillian Berlitz. Stephen Krashen. Repetitive Drills. Pattern Drills. (Not knowing what to do next...)
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That's just for, like, a couple of hours... But what if for a day?.....
Hmmmmmmmmm............
....
.....
....
Oh no!!!! I can't handle all four kids and a freaky husband!!!!
(This happened a few minutes ago...)
Me: Why do I have to do all the responsibilities in this house?! (It's as if I'm the only child!!!)
Mom: You don't even do much. (Clearly vague response from my mom--an oxymoron guys!!)
Me: You just don't know how much I do for my studies (hey, I still work hard though I act a little lazy sometimes)
Mom: Okay, why don't you be the one here at home while I go study? How do you like that? You're lucky you just study..
Me: (JUST STUDY?!!! DAMN!!) ... Yeah, why don't you go study so you would know how much obligations I must accomplish.
Mom: Yes. You clean the house, the rooms, do the laundry, cook, walk your sister to school... Go on so you'll know how much I do here.
Me: .. ... (I prefer to keep my mouth shut or else I would start whipping my pointed tongue around the place again!!!!)
----
I've got three siblings: One older brother, a younger brother (?), and a little sister. My brothers are in the right age to fulfill their responsibilities at home.
But my mom always put everything (responsibilities, blame,...) on me. This is a very common topic we keep on fighting about. My mom and I had hundreds of war about me being the only one who receives 95% of the house chores she gives.
But let's deal with that some other time. I'm curious right now about her 'what if'; What if we switch places?
----
My mom in the classroom
Ma'am: You. (Points at my mom) What are the objectives of English for Specific Purposes?
Mom: Aaaaahh... ... ...
Ma'am: Just tell me if you don't know anything.
Mom: ... I don't know---
Ma'am: WHAT?!!!! YOU DON'T KNOW?!!! Have you not been listening to my discussion?!!
Mom: (not really liking the course) ... ...
Ma'am: Research about it. Now! Get out. Don't get back until you found something about it. Go!
Classmate: (to my mom) Use the internet so you would be able to do it quickly. Your son doesn't have any library card.
Mom: ... ... (Doesn’t know how to use the internet)
-----
Me at home
Me: ... (Supposed to be cooking but only knowing how to fry food besides cooking instant noodles)
Me: ... ... ... Ohnerrrr (translation: Oh no)....(How will I do the laundry???.... How much soap needed? What are the steps? What will Chomsky do in such situation?)
Me: .... ... Maximillian Berlitz. Stephen Krashen. Repetitive Drills. Pattern Drills. (Not knowing what to do next...)
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That's just for, like, a couple of hours... But what if for a day?.....
Hmmmmmmmmm............
....
.....
....
Oh no!!!! I can't handle all four kids and a freaky husband!!!!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Critique on Critics
If you want to become a critic, all you have to do is talk about something/someone negatively. Yes, just take a look at the wrongs of your topic and voila!!!
You're an instant critic!!!
(At this moment, I'm warning you that you might just get pissed and bored so I advice you to quit reading...)
That's what's becoming common about critics (or those who claim as so) nowadays. You write about something or someone focusing on the mistakes done and it's already what we call criticizing (this word probably make them think so).
According to Merriam-Webster Dictionary (2007-2008), A critic is the "one who expresses a reasoned opinion on any matter especially involving a judgment of its value, truth, righteousness, beauty, or technique" or "one who engages often professionally in the analysis, evaluation, or appreciation of works of art or artistic performances". This means that the critic's job is to evaluate a certain stuff.
To make things a little easy to understand, I shall have movie critics as examples. I've read a lot of movie critics and I came to a point to doubt their opinions because I noticed how negative critics are nowadays. The critics nowadays would intend to watch a movie and trace every single flaws in it.
It's like watching a circus and merely waiting for the man in the flying trapeze to fall. My point is, we don't pay attention to the good points of a movie instead we only look at the flaws in it--and that is what they call evaluating!!
I mean, they would write down reviews of a movie and write only what's not good about it. And that writer thinks he has observed well by merely seeing the mistakes committed and omitted in a movie.
How helpful it si for the reader to have a clue of what to expect in a movie.
There were also critics presented on television just a few weeks ago. It was about the fashion "do's and don't's". They would be given some stuffs (tiara, skinny jeans or hair do's for example) to evaluate and say if it were a 'do' or a 'don't'.
95% of the stuffs in the show were 'don'ts' actually (I don't know if the producers of the show were aware of it). But if you were to see some of the items, they were fine and generally accepted in public. But who am I to react, I ain't no fashion expert. But the thing is, they could've entitled it as "fashion don'ts" instead. I even noticed how much the critics lost words (negative words in particular) to do things wrong. They became poor of words to use.
Why can't they evaluate for real and quit on merely looking at things pessimistically? Isn't it important that we are aware of what's wrong and what's right instead of only knowing what's wrong or what's right ? There isn't any balance.
.
.
.
Hey, check it out!! Read from top to here----I'm a fucking critic!!! BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
You're an instant critic!!!
(At this moment, I'm warning you that you might just get pissed and bored so I advice you to quit reading...)
That's what's becoming common about critics (or those who claim as so) nowadays. You write about something or someone focusing on the mistakes done and it's already what we call criticizing (this word probably make them think so).
According to Merriam-Webster Dictionary (2007-2008), A critic is the "one who expresses a reasoned opinion on any matter especially involving a judgment of its value, truth, righteousness, beauty, or technique" or "one who engages often professionally in the analysis, evaluation, or appreciation of works of art or artistic performances". This means that the critic's job is to evaluate a certain stuff.
To make things a little easy to understand, I shall have movie critics as examples. I've read a lot of movie critics and I came to a point to doubt their opinions because I noticed how negative critics are nowadays. The critics nowadays would intend to watch a movie and trace every single flaws in it.
It's like watching a circus and merely waiting for the man in the flying trapeze to fall. My point is, we don't pay attention to the good points of a movie instead we only look at the flaws in it--and that is what they call evaluating!!
I mean, they would write down reviews of a movie and write only what's not good about it. And that writer thinks he has observed well by merely seeing the mistakes committed and omitted in a movie.
How helpful it si for the reader to have a clue of what to expect in a movie.
There were also critics presented on television just a few weeks ago. It was about the fashion "do's and don't's". They would be given some stuffs (tiara, skinny jeans or hair do's for example) to evaluate and say if it were a 'do' or a 'don't'.
95% of the stuffs in the show were 'don'ts' actually (I don't know if the producers of the show were aware of it). But if you were to see some of the items, they were fine and generally accepted in public. But who am I to react, I ain't no fashion expert. But the thing is, they could've entitled it as "fashion don'ts" instead. I even noticed how much the critics lost words (negative words in particular) to do things wrong. They became poor of words to use.
Why can't they evaluate for real and quit on merely looking at things pessimistically? Isn't it important that we are aware of what's wrong and what's right instead of only knowing what's wrong or what's right ? There isn't any balance.
.
.
.
Hey, check it out!! Read from top to here----I'm a fucking critic!!! BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
My Japanese Adventures
(CUE: Hare Hare Yukai)
Nazo Nazo, mitai ni... chikyuugi wo tokiakashitara...
Let me give you a little summary of my japanese adventures (as if it were that adventurous). This is because there are people who are asking me (and keep on asking me) about it; Why do you like japanese? When did you start studying japanese? Why do you like japanese?
When I was young (ah-ah-ah.. not that 'All by Myself' song--please!!!), I was fond of watching anime (that's where most people all starts!!). I was fond of sentai (group action team in anime) actually--from Bioman to Jetman then live actions like Mask Rider Black, Ultraman,Shaider... Do I have to mention all??
Then came anime. But I just thought they were just bunch of cartoons. The oldest I could remember is Time Quest and Yu Yu Hakusho.Then the anime cycle went on and on and on.. non-stop. I was getting clues and trying to read hiragana (A Japanese form of writing). I remember the first character I learned as if it were the first person in the planet: 'NO'. It was easy to remeber--it looks like an inverted letter 'e'.
Anyway, to make the short story shorter, I graduated in elementary still engaged in anime (at that particular time, I was a hustler in Pokemon!!!).
But I did not study japanese anymore. Yup, I studied a bit when I met some japanese cousins of mine. The first sentence I learned was the absurd "Nani 'Alaiko'?" which is translated as "What is 'ARAY KO'?"
Then my cousins would answer itai wa. Just now that I'm in college is when I realized that their answer meant "It's PAIN".
Aaaaah... So that's why my cousin AIko asked me to pinch them first before asking it....
When I was a stupid highschool sophomore, I met a close friend who was a hardcore otaku that time. But when I met him, I lost interest with anime. Imperfect timing!!! Just when somebody was encouraging me to study japanese was when I was not into it.
I was studying spanish by that time. But only a little Spanish--that's just another story,do you mind?
Then, when I was graduating in highschool, I met a girlfriend I could never let go for years: Sadako.
JHORROR... (CUE: One Missed Call ring tone)
One Missed Call, Ringu, Ju-On, School Day of the Dead... Name it, I've seen lots of it. But not just jhorror but also Asian Horror Movies (believe me, this is also another story..... a looong discussion...).
Then, out of nowhere, my japanese enthusiasm was revived!!! I came down to Powerbooks (UY!! Free advertisement!!!) and met the cool japanese grammar books. I took a look on the books (wow!! super rhymes!!!) and then--poof!!!
No, it did not became a Coco Crunch....
I became interested to the language.. unconsciously.... because I did not really put interest on it since my real aim is to learn many languages.
Well, it is a very easy language to study (I do self-study for the mean time). And with the help of my japanese-enthusiasts-buddies, Oso, Candy, Mark, Rianna.... I became engaged with the whole subject: Japan.
(Anything to do with my liking of Japan, its culture, and the rest is, again, another story)...
So, the action went on...
I watch animes...
I watch NHK...
I listen a lot to Jpop...
I study kanji....
But still, I ain't turning back on my motherland (CUE: Lupang Hinirang)...
...
..
..
..
..
..
....
Sorry, I just had to put my right hand on my chest and sing for a while.. And whatever it is about my being nationalistic is again another story...
....
..
to be continued....
Nazo Nazo, mitai ni... chikyuugi wo tokiakashitara...
Let me give you a little summary of my japanese adventures (as if it were that adventurous). This is because there are people who are asking me (and keep on asking me) about it; Why do you like japanese? When did you start studying japanese? Why do you like japanese?
When I was young (ah-ah-ah.. not that 'All by Myself' song--please!!!), I was fond of watching anime (that's where most people all starts!!). I was fond of sentai (group action team in anime) actually--from Bioman to Jetman then live actions like Mask Rider Black, Ultraman,Shaider... Do I have to mention all??
Then came anime. But I just thought they were just bunch of cartoons. The oldest I could remember is Time Quest and Yu Yu Hakusho.Then the anime cycle went on and on and on.. non-stop. I was getting clues and trying to read hiragana (A Japanese form of writing). I remember the first character I learned as if it were the first person in the planet: 'NO'. It was easy to remeber--it looks like an inverted letter 'e'.
Anyway, to make the short story shorter, I graduated in elementary still engaged in anime (at that particular time, I was a hustler in Pokemon!!!).
But I did not study japanese anymore. Yup, I studied a bit when I met some japanese cousins of mine. The first sentence I learned was the absurd "Nani 'Alaiko'?" which is translated as "What is 'ARAY KO'?"
Then my cousins would answer itai wa. Just now that I'm in college is when I realized that their answer meant "It's PAIN".
Aaaaah... So that's why my cousin AIko asked me to pinch them first before asking it....
When I was a stupid highschool sophomore, I met a close friend who was a hardcore otaku that time. But when I met him, I lost interest with anime. Imperfect timing!!! Just when somebody was encouraging me to study japanese was when I was not into it.
I was studying spanish by that time. But only a little Spanish--that's just another story,do you mind?
Then, when I was graduating in highschool, I met a girlfriend I could never let go for years: Sadako.
JHORROR... (CUE: One Missed Call ring tone)
One Missed Call, Ringu, Ju-On, School Day of the Dead... Name it, I've seen lots of it. But not just jhorror but also Asian Horror Movies (believe me, this is also another story..... a looong discussion...).
Then, out of nowhere, my japanese enthusiasm was revived!!! I came down to Powerbooks (UY!! Free advertisement!!!) and met the cool japanese grammar books. I took a look on the books (wow!! super rhymes!!!) and then--poof!!!
No, it did not became a Coco Crunch....
I became interested to the language.. unconsciously.... because I did not really put interest on it since my real aim is to learn many languages.
Well, it is a very easy language to study (I do self-study for the mean time). And with the help of my japanese-enthusiasts-buddies, Oso, Candy, Mark, Rianna.... I became engaged with the whole subject: Japan.
(Anything to do with my liking of Japan, its culture, and the rest is, again, another story)...
So, the action went on...
I watch animes...
I watch NHK...
I listen a lot to Jpop...
I study kanji....
But still, I ain't turning back on my motherland (CUE: Lupang Hinirang)...
...
..
..
..
..
..
....
Sorry, I just had to put my right hand on my chest and sing for a while.. And whatever it is about my being nationalistic is again another story...
....
..
to be continued....
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Brief Orientation
Yes?.... What Majorship are you going to take up?....
Okay, over here please....
Please sit down...
....
....
So, this is not going to be an easy choice.. First of all, you have to be clear about your decision. So, are you really willing to take up this majorship?....
You sure?....
Okay. There are requirements, here...
That's your copy of requirements and the courses you are going to take up for this coming semester. Read all of it. Don't forget that this summer vacation is not given for you to enjoy---the professors are expecting you to go anywhere possible to research about what could possibly be your lessons in those subjects--no, I'm not kidding. I'm serious.
Next, prepare yourself for sleepless nights---you are bound to do the impossible (but that's just an exaggeration). Tell your friends that you shall never meet them again--you will be kept from your social life once you begin the course.
Also, be active. Studying is not enough. You must have some kind of foresight---exert some efforts and be accustomed of getting frustrated. Not all you expect to happen shall happen.
Always expect the worst.
Why are you laughing? So you think I'm kidding?...
...
Okay...
You are also required to study even when you're not at school anymore---no gimmicks, no social life, no love life, no family, no house chores----dedicate your whole self to studying. Bury yourself with books. Always study, study, study...
And don't forget to sell your souls to the authorities. It will help. If you can't handle it, you may jump out of that window without opening it--I'm telling you: It will feel better that way.
Oh, and lastly, buy some Personal Computer or Laptop. You are so going to need it. Take my word for it.
Any questions?
....
...
It seems to me that it is all clear to you then. Okay. See you on June and have a nice day...
...
...
Oh, and I forgot.... Now that you shall be part of the family.. You will also meet your new god...
That's all. Get out.
Okay, over here please....
Please sit down...
....
....
So, this is not going to be an easy choice.. First of all, you have to be clear about your decision. So, are you really willing to take up this majorship?....
You sure?....
Okay. There are requirements, here...
That's your copy of requirements and the courses you are going to take up for this coming semester. Read all of it. Don't forget that this summer vacation is not given for you to enjoy---the professors are expecting you to go anywhere possible to research about what could possibly be your lessons in those subjects--no, I'm not kidding. I'm serious.
Next, prepare yourself for sleepless nights---you are bound to do the impossible (but that's just an exaggeration). Tell your friends that you shall never meet them again--you will be kept from your social life once you begin the course.
Also, be active. Studying is not enough. You must have some kind of foresight---exert some efforts and be accustomed of getting frustrated. Not all you expect to happen shall happen.
Always expect the worst.
Why are you laughing? So you think I'm kidding?...
...
Okay...
You are also required to study even when you're not at school anymore---no gimmicks, no social life, no love life, no family, no house chores----dedicate your whole self to studying. Bury yourself with books. Always study, study, study...
And don't forget to sell your souls to the authorities. It will help. If you can't handle it, you may jump out of that window without opening it--I'm telling you: It will feel better that way.
Oh, and lastly, buy some Personal Computer or Laptop. You are so going to need it. Take my word for it.
Any questions?
....
...
It seems to me that it is all clear to you then. Okay. See you on June and have a nice day...
...
...
Oh, and I forgot.... Now that you shall be part of the family.. You will also meet your new god...
That's all. Get out.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Sunday Fever
ボケは病気ですよ・
The wind was blowing too cold upon me when I woke up this morning with that very heavy feeling as if Goliath was sitting on me. I mustered all the efforts I could to fix my bed and go down for breakfast and confirmed to myself that I was sick.
I mean, I am sick.
I have this fever and my head is in the grip of pain. My throat is not feeling well. My grandmother, ever so caring, told me to take vitamins daily so that I could be healthy. She advised me to take some Centrum (Silver) with what seemed like an Angel Locsin commercial when she told me that I shall be "complete" with it.
My technique was to burn my throat with my daily dose of caffeine. I took it in even if it were really hot. Then I was losing my appetite when I had my breakfast. Just last night, Mark told me how much I have lost weight. It was a very alarming epiphany for me since I had the slightest care about my health for the past few weeks.
I even noticed how pale I am now and if I were to get sicker today, I'd probably become your official walking skeletal system chart!!!
In the middle of the day, I tried my very best to finish my meal. Well, I succeeded on finishing all that was on the plate. But I ended up, still, not feeling well and felt that anything with a flat surface was pulling down my whole body.
But I have to do my thesis today!!! And now it doesn’t still feel right and I don’t want to miss school on a Tuesday (you know----it’s Prof M’s day!!!). I am very much praying for becoming well tomorrow. It is just one of my most hated feelings: to be sick. I am traumatized from my very last time of having fever and that was when I was a college freshman when I had dengue.
I swear---I FELT LIKE DYING!!!!!!!!
Pray for me guys…. I failed to go to church today.
The wind was blowing too cold upon me when I woke up this morning with that very heavy feeling as if Goliath was sitting on me. I mustered all the efforts I could to fix my bed and go down for breakfast and confirmed to myself that I was sick.
I mean, I am sick.
I have this fever and my head is in the grip of pain. My throat is not feeling well. My grandmother, ever so caring, told me to take vitamins daily so that I could be healthy. She advised me to take some Centrum (Silver) with what seemed like an Angel Locsin commercial when she told me that I shall be "complete" with it.
My technique was to burn my throat with my daily dose of caffeine. I took it in even if it were really hot. Then I was losing my appetite when I had my breakfast. Just last night, Mark told me how much I have lost weight. It was a very alarming epiphany for me since I had the slightest care about my health for the past few weeks.
I even noticed how pale I am now and if I were to get sicker today, I'd probably become your official walking skeletal system chart!!!
In the middle of the day, I tried my very best to finish my meal. Well, I succeeded on finishing all that was on the plate. But I ended up, still, not feeling well and felt that anything with a flat surface was pulling down my whole body.
But I have to do my thesis today!!! And now it doesn’t still feel right and I don’t want to miss school on a Tuesday (you know----it’s Prof M’s day!!!). I am very much praying for becoming well tomorrow. It is just one of my most hated feelings: to be sick. I am traumatized from my very last time of having fever and that was when I was a college freshman when I had dengue.
I swear---I FELT LIKE DYING!!!!!!!!
Pray for me guys…. I failed to go to church today.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
the Cringle Incident
GLUTTONY:
There are people asking me about The Cringle Incident. Instead of saying it over and over again, I will just retell it here in my blog. This is actually one of the stories I posted in my Summation for 2006--but don't bother rummaging through my blogs. It's here anyway..
It was my first time to be in Sucat, Parañaque. Mitch and I came there to visit her boyfriend (her boyfriend that time). And it was not too long 'til we get to go to his house. We were treated nicely as guests. We met his parents and his two little brothers who were playful.
"I'm really hungry," I said while sitting on a chair beside Mitch in the living room. The food had just arrived.
Cringles.
It's just the best part about visiting: The Chance to eat!!! Along with it was a bottle of soda. Mitch took one. Having no embarassment, I took two. I took a bite and felt its warmth as though I were eating some piece of earth. The taste... something's wrong. I looked at Mitch. Her face had a question mark as she chewed. As if reading her thoughts, I knew she felt the same way as I did.
Shit. It's not a fucking crinkle.
It's just a plain chocolate bread.
But the white stuffs on it...? I looked at it closely. I was about to faint. I knew I was going to die.
Mitch and I will.
I put the other bread into my pocket. I knew I had to. It was embarrassing though to vomit in front of the owners of the house. So I swallowed.
.
.
.
Ever tasted white mold before??
We have...
There are people asking me about The Cringle Incident. Instead of saying it over and over again, I will just retell it here in my blog. This is actually one of the stories I posted in my Summation for 2006--but don't bother rummaging through my blogs. It's here anyway..
It was my first time to be in Sucat, Parañaque. Mitch and I came there to visit her boyfriend (her boyfriend that time). And it was not too long 'til we get to go to his house. We were treated nicely as guests. We met his parents and his two little brothers who were playful.
"I'm really hungry," I said while sitting on a chair beside Mitch in the living room. The food had just arrived.
Cringles.
It's just the best part about visiting: The Chance to eat!!! Along with it was a bottle of soda. Mitch took one. Having no embarassment, I took two. I took a bite and felt its warmth as though I were eating some piece of earth. The taste... something's wrong. I looked at Mitch. Her face had a question mark as she chewed. As if reading her thoughts, I knew she felt the same way as I did.
Shit. It's not a fucking crinkle.
It's just a plain chocolate bread.
But the white stuffs on it...? I looked at it closely. I was about to faint. I knew I was going to die.
Mitch and I will.
I put the other bread into my pocket. I knew I had to. It was embarrassing though to vomit in front of the owners of the house. So I swallowed.
.
.
.
Ever tasted white mold before??
We have...
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