It's been quite a while since I last posted here and I'm going to write something trivial about myself again. Yes, my love life.
I dreamed of her again last night for some unknown reasons. I am trying to forget her for as long as I can or as long they are together. I don't know if I'm being too hard on her or if I'm being too hard on myself.
In my dream, I was hugging her from the back. My left cheek was touching her back and I can smell her scent radiating from it. The dream was vague again of course. We were in a hospital room I think. The only thing clear is, I was hugging her and they are still together.
Maybe it was because I saw someone last night who looks like her boyfriend that's why I felt anxious and it haunted me until in my sleep.
Is it because she's in my subconscious that no matter how hard I repress the thought of her, she will not stop from recurring in my dreams?
Happy new year guys! I think it's about time to look for someone...else.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Mangga Monologues
This is the second video we made for Minute Maid. It' s called Alamat ng Mangga originally but then the ad agency handling this project decided to change it to Mangga Monologues. I have nothing against it though.
I solely wrote this because Jes's mind seemed afloat during the time we needed to write this. I am proud to have produce another video again like this and I realized I find myself working in this type of job.
Anyway, a few heads up: I patterned this to the Alamat ng Pinya sketch which we wrote last Live AIDS 28. So, basically we call this formulaic writing in our org.
P.S.
I co-directed this with Claire Labadlabad.
I solely wrote this because Jes's mind seemed afloat during the time we needed to write this. I am proud to have produce another video again like this and I realized I find myself working in this type of job.
Anyway, a few heads up: I patterned this to the Alamat ng Pinya sketch which we wrote last Live AIDS 28. So, basically we call this formulaic writing in our org.
P.S.
I co-directed this with Claire Labadlabad.
Job Interview Divas
I co-wrote this with Jes Dizon and co-directed this with Claire Labadlabad and Bill Barrinuevo who are all from UP SAMASKOM.
I can't say that this video is overly funny but at least we tried our best to make viewers laugh by the little humor and wit we have.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Graduation Write-up
Since this is too beautiful not to be published, I'm going to broadcast it here in my blog. This is a graduation write-up written by my two close friends. This is going to be published later in our college yearbook after graduation but I'm issuing this now.
The Wind-up Bird Chronicle No. 7
(Lala Kano's and Gela Kano's Letter to Mr. Tero Okada)
Dear Mr. Tero Okada,
We listed down some of your traits that we think you should always remember to face whatever circumstances arise in the near future. This will be short since we know you’re busy and we don't want to cause trouble anymore than we did to you for the past months. Here ‘you’ are; the ‘listed’ version.
You are a bottomless pit of energy. You know what you want and you get your act together to achieve it while maintaining a positive outlook. That's why we trust you would get 'your' Kumiko, on your own time and way.
You just don’t talk; you listen. May it be the simplest conversation about random things to that of big philosophical ideas, time with you is surely fun and well-spent. Both of us agreed that we really enjoy spending time with you.
Above all, you are a good soul. You have a genuine heart which makes the people around you feel at ease. That and all your talent and hard work will surely take you to places.
That's all we want to say. We are sorry for letting you be part of our lives but thankful for you letting us be part of yours. We hope that in our next encounter, you won't be needing our stories because you already have your own story to tell.
Lala Kano and Gela Kano
Not-so-new Crush
I have a crush. Her name's Dreps Tatad. She's April's crush too.
I like her because I was attracted to her the first time I laid eyes on her. She always wears puta-red lipstick.
She's my classmate in Communication 110 this sem but she sits right behind me so it's difficult to snatch a glimpse of her.
Here's a video where she acted as a talent for Ramon Bautista's online youtube channel.
P.S.
I learned earlier at the start of our class that she's also into theatrical acting of some shizzims. Also, she really has a beautiful voice. I stalked her just a few hours ago.
I like her because I was attracted to her the first time I laid eyes on her. She always wears puta-red lipstick.
She's my classmate in Communication 110 this sem but she sits right behind me so it's difficult to snatch a glimpse of her.
Here's a video where she acted as a talent for Ramon Bautista's online youtube channel.
P.S.
I learned earlier at the start of our class that she's also into theatrical acting of some shizzims. Also, she really has a beautiful voice. I stalked her just a few hours ago.
What happened after the Battle of the Bands
Last Tuesday I was invited by Gela, a good friend of mine to judge a battle of the bands in the school where she teaches. Originally, it was me and another friend named Lala who were invited to judge. We both refused for the lack of credentials in doing the task (we listen to music a lot but we're not musically gifted kids). So, anyway, since Gela can't find anyone else to do it, and she still lacks one more judge, I finally agreed to do it.
The battle of the bands was not that bad. There were some really good bands who have potentials and some others that are so-so.
The story is not really about the battle of the bands but about what happened to me on my way home. The school where Gela teaches is located at the Ortigas Avenue (beside The Medical City). It's not easy to find any mode of transportation you can ride in to get home around that area. The buses are always exaggeratedly full and the jeepneys only pass you by but don't pick up passengers for they seem to be like in a race or in some Tokyo Drift movie. The most feasible thing for commuters to do is to ride a jeepney to Robinson's Galleria and to patiently wait and strategize on how they can ride the buses there because some of the passengers drop off there.
So after Gela and I parted ways, I saw a Cainta-bound bus and immediately ran for my life and grabbed my chances of getting in. Of course, it was a standing ovation. You can't expect to obtain a seat when these buses hailing from Quiapo are at Robinson's Galleria already. The passengers have been compiled before they even arrive at Galleria.
I was standing near the door holding on to the vessel where the TV was secured. The bus driver and conductor kept on letting passengers to hop in the bus even though there were full of people near the door already. Standing there was a struggle. It was difficult to find something you can hold on to to maintain your balance. Then this one lady in her late 20's or early 30's clutch me by the abdomen or waist area because she had trouble finding her balance. Her boobs sometimes even touched my back which felt kind of awkward. It happened for a long time and I felt quite weird. I was about to ask her to hold me by the arm instead but I got too embarrassed to say it.
When little by little passengers drop off to unloading terminals and it was not quite crowded anymore, the woman who was holding me finally let go off me as if nothing happened. It was awkward and she didn't even ask my permission if she can cling to me. But anyway, I'm not really deadly mad about it. It was just awkward.
The battle of the bands was not that bad. There were some really good bands who have potentials and some others that are so-so.
The story is not really about the battle of the bands but about what happened to me on my way home. The school where Gela teaches is located at the Ortigas Avenue (beside The Medical City). It's not easy to find any mode of transportation you can ride in to get home around that area. The buses are always exaggeratedly full and the jeepneys only pass you by but don't pick up passengers for they seem to be like in a race or in some Tokyo Drift movie. The most feasible thing for commuters to do is to ride a jeepney to Robinson's Galleria and to patiently wait and strategize on how they can ride the buses there because some of the passengers drop off there.
So after Gela and I parted ways, I saw a Cainta-bound bus and immediately ran for my life and grabbed my chances of getting in. Of course, it was a standing ovation. You can't expect to obtain a seat when these buses hailing from Quiapo are at Robinson's Galleria already. The passengers have been compiled before they even arrive at Galleria.
I was standing near the door holding on to the vessel where the TV was secured. The bus driver and conductor kept on letting passengers to hop in the bus even though there were full of people near the door already. Standing there was a struggle. It was difficult to find something you can hold on to to maintain your balance. Then this one lady in her late 20's or early 30's clutch me by the abdomen or waist area because she had trouble finding her balance. Her boobs sometimes even touched my back which felt kind of awkward. It happened for a long time and I felt quite weird. I was about to ask her to hold me by the arm instead but I got too embarrassed to say it.
When little by little passengers drop off to unloading terminals and it was not quite crowded anymore, the woman who was holding me finally let go off me as if nothing happened. It was awkward and she didn't even ask my permission if she can cling to me. But anyway, I'm not really deadly mad about it. It was just awkward.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
1 year in blogging
Hey! I'm back to blogging!
It has been a busy semester. I totally thought I'm going to fail some of my subjects. Good thing I was able to save all even though the grades are not something to brag about.
I started blogging late August (Augsut 29 to be exact) and since then, I continuously write my thoughts about almost everything. I'm also maintaining a journal but haven't visited it for a long long time now. The last time I checked, my orange journal's covered with a thin layer of dust already.
I'm too lazy to hand write. I'm too dependent on the efficiency of technology. I'm quite technologically-determined eh?
I'll continue to write as long as I can. My English skills are quite rusting and so I decided to go back to writing and write anything even non-sense topics.
Happy 1 year of blogging to me!
It has been a busy semester. I totally thought I'm going to fail some of my subjects. Good thing I was able to save all even though the grades are not something to brag about.
I started blogging late August (Augsut 29 to be exact) and since then, I continuously write my thoughts about almost everything. I'm also maintaining a journal but haven't visited it for a long long time now. The last time I checked, my orange journal's covered with a thin layer of dust already.
I'm too lazy to hand write. I'm too dependent on the efficiency of technology. I'm quite technologically-determined eh?
I'll continue to write as long as I can. My English skills are quite rusting and so I decided to go back to writing and write anything even non-sense topics.
Happy 1 year of blogging to me!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Fear of Needles
I have fear of needles and I'm not ashamed to tell it. It started when I was bit by a dog when I was in second or third grade and I had to endure 5 injection shots.
Not so long ago, I was diagnosed of having dengue fever and it was detected because my platelet count was low.
I was not hospitalized however and was suggested to take a few week's rest. I was prescribed to drink a lot of water (at least 3 liters of water everyday). The first few days of water therapy was tough since I had to dilute hydrite (a re-hydrating powder) to the water I was drinking and this causes the water to change its taste.
Anyway, during the week I was resting I was also asked to visit the clinic everyday to get blood samples from me, i.e. injecting needles on my arm to check and ensure my platelet level was increasing. Once my platelet level drop down by less than 100, it will be critical and I would have to be confined in a hospital. My platelet count almost dropped down to the critical level when it reached 101 during my second or third day of having complete blood count (CBC).
I endured all that, having my arm pricked by needle. Sometimes the nurse who will do the pricking of my arm is good that the pain won't hurt that much but sometimes the nurse ain't that good. I am really scared of the thought of the needle penetrating my skin and poking my nerves (sometimes my bones). Yes, I can feel that happening.
I have conquered my fear of dogs and flying cockroaches but I haven't triumphed over my fear of needles especially because of the idea that there are different nurses with varying skills in doing the arm-pricking thing.
Not so long ago, I was diagnosed of having dengue fever and it was detected because my platelet count was low.
I was not hospitalized however and was suggested to take a few week's rest. I was prescribed to drink a lot of water (at least 3 liters of water everyday). The first few days of water therapy was tough since I had to dilute hydrite (a re-hydrating powder) to the water I was drinking and this causes the water to change its taste.
Anyway, during the week I was resting I was also asked to visit the clinic everyday to get blood samples from me, i.e. injecting needles on my arm to check and ensure my platelet level was increasing. Once my platelet level drop down by less than 100, it will be critical and I would have to be confined in a hospital. My platelet count almost dropped down to the critical level when it reached 101 during my second or third day of having complete blood count (CBC).
I endured all that, having my arm pricked by needle. Sometimes the nurse who will do the pricking of my arm is good that the pain won't hurt that much but sometimes the nurse ain't that good. I am really scared of the thought of the needle penetrating my skin and poking my nerves (sometimes my bones). Yes, I can feel that happening.
I have conquered my fear of dogs and flying cockroaches but I haven't triumphed over my fear of needles especially because of the idea that there are different nurses with varying skills in doing the arm-pricking thing.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
FN 1 Assignment
This is one of my assignment in FN 1. FN 1 stands for Food Nutrition 1. Its course title is Food Trip. It is a new General Education subject offered in UP Diliman under the Mathematics, Science and Technology domain. It is offered by the College of Home Economics. This assignment is due long long time ago. According to the slip of paper given to us, it was due June 21, 2012. I still did it because I read in our syllabus in class that we need to submit all the assignments so I'm submitting this later. Enough of the talk. Here it is.
Diaz, Rooster C.
2006-95625
FN 1
Prof. Milagros P. Querubin
October 24, 2012
Food Memory Story
During
high school, I found out this food stall in Taytay, Rizal near the St. Baptist
Church that sells kwek-kwek or tokneneng or sometimes called “hepalog” from the
rootwords hepa short for hepatitis
(the disease you will get from eating the food and even from other street
foods) and log short for itlog which
is a hardboiled egg. I was with a high school classmate and he invited me there
one time we visited another classmate who lives in Taytay. Since then on, that
particular kwek-kwek store or we call kwek-kwekan became my favorite. But
during high school, I seldom visit that kwek-kwekan since it is out of the way
from our school in Cainta and we don’t normally hang out somewhere else but
only around the vicinity of our campus.
When
I entered UP, I met a friend who lives in Taytay and we usually go home
together. I met her when I was applying in this organization. We were
co-applicants during that time and we met this one other co-applicant who
happened to be living in Cainta as well. We formed this group called Rizaleños
because all of us are from Rizal. I asked them if they know this particular
food stall near the St. Baptist Church in Taytay that sells hepalog and my
friend who lives in Taytay said yes. I invited them there and we ate two
hepalogs and drank softdrinks. Then it was magic. We decided from that moment
on that we will conduct this activity of eating hepalog regularly. It was like
a deal of friendship. Another friend was added to the Rizaleño group the year
after we got accepted as members of the organization we were applying in. We
initiated this other friend by inviting him to eat with us in the kwek-kwekan.
He liked that particular activity of us and decided to join us whenever we
wanted to eat at the kwek-kwekan.
The
hepalog became a catalyst of the strong bond of friendship we have. It’s like
our appetite are tied together because if one craves for hepalog, the same
feeling will be felt by the other. It’s just that, due to our commitments at
school and our conflicting schedules, we can’t visit the kwek-kwekan that
often. But in our hearts and in our minds, we know that we should continue this
tradition we started. When one says: gusto
ko ng hepalog, all of us already know that we should set a date to eat.
I
am looking forward to the day we can eat hepalog again together. While writing
this, I’m thinking of setting a date when we can drop by the kwek-kwekan,
making sure that everyone is available once that particular date is scheduled.
All we need to do is start an invitation and say the magic phrase: “Tara! Hepalog tayo!” and everything
else will follow.
This
particular group I’m with, aside from the tradition of visiting the kwek-kwekan
regularly has a tradition of getting together during Christmas season and
singing Christmas songs. Thus, we have this mini band we formed because
everyone is into music and likes playing instruments (especially the guitar). We
thought of giving our mini band a name aside from the existing name (Rizaleños)
our group already has. One came up with Christmas Hepalogs because during
Christmas we come together and sing songs and hepalog is our favorite street
food. And this is the inspiration why I wrote this song.
Christmas
Hepalog
words by Rooster C. Diaz
D G D G
Christmas hepalog, puso ko ay
umaalog
G D G D G
Stomach ko ay nabubusog, sa tuwing ikaw ay chinichibog
G D G D G
O Christmas hepalog, kumain with your buddies.
G D A
Samahan mo ng softdrinks, I know it so fantastic.
D D7
I can’t even think…
G
Ang hepa, ang hepang dulot nito
D
Maninilaw mata mo,
G
Hindi araw-araw ang dosage nito
A
So check mo liver mo oh-oh-oh.
D G D G
Christmas hepalog, puso ko ay umaalog
G D G D
Ang kulay ay nagsabog, patuloy sa pag-inog
A D
Ang Christmas hepalog
G
Ang hepa, ang hepang dulot nito
D
Maninilaw mata mo,
G
Ayokong mapalayo sa iyo
A
Mahal kitang totoo
D G D G
Christmas hepalog, puso ko ay umaalog
G D G D
Ang kulay ay nagsabog, patuloy sa pag-inog
A D
Ang Christmas hepalog
A D
I love you hepalog
A D
Ang sarap ng hepalog
A D
The best ang hepalog
A D
My one hepalog!
Source:
My Boy Lollipop Chords. (2007,
February 27). Tabbed by Joel from
cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005. Ultimate Guitar.com. Retrieved from
http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/m/millie_small/my_boy_lollipop_crd.htm
cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005. Ultimate Guitar.com. Retrieved from
http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/m/millie_small/my_boy_lollipop_crd.htm
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Swimming
Last Thursday's swimming class, I woke really early so that I won't miss the class again. I have a lot of absences already, I can't count exactly how many but it's near the maximum allowable (6 absences) and I was thinking of dropping the subject since I'm really so ashamed (to my classmates and especially to my prof).
When I arrived at the College of Human Kinetics (CHK) swimming pool in UP, I saw a few of myclassmates were already there. My prof arrived a little later at around 7:04. Our class is from 7AM to 8AM. My prof was early because most of the time she comes in late.
So there, when I saw her (my prof), it was as if I was not gone (or been absent) for a long time. We just entered the pool and changed to our swimming attire. We were asked to do a 15-minute warm up. She said that we need it because of the activity she will ask us to do.
After the 15-minute warm up, we also did a warm up in the pool, meaning, swimming a few lapses to prepare ourselves. We were then grouped per hit. I was assigned to hit number 1 with another guy classmate. We (I'm just assuming) are the slowest swimmer in the class. But I don't care. I'm not very competitive. All I want is to learn the sport and be good at it. So there, after each hit were assigned, we splash into the water and swam as fast as we can the 50m length of the pool. But before we dove into the water, I farted with sound out of nervousness. I think somebody must've heard it. While swimming, we were timed and my time was 59.8 seconds. Earlier in the class, our prof asked us if we still know our previous record. I remember my first record when we also swam the 50m length was 1 minute and 26 seconds for the first round and 1 minute and 39 seconds for the second round. So, to cut the long story short, I beat my previous record. But my other classmates finished the 50m in a shorter time of course. The fastest was around 30 point something seconds which according to our professor is close to the time of the Varsity Swimming Team of UP (at an average of 27 seconds or something).
So there. I had my frustrations with swimming because I was always absent but this time, I don't want to be absent anymore. I promise not to compromise swimming with my other subjects and give it the same importance as how I give importance to my academic subjects.
P.S.
We were also taught this day how to do dolphin kick to prepare us for the butterfly stroke next meeting. Boy, it's so hard! I need to practice today.
When I arrived at the College of Human Kinetics (CHK) swimming pool in UP, I saw a few of myclassmates were already there. My prof arrived a little later at around 7:04. Our class is from 7AM to 8AM. My prof was early because most of the time she comes in late.
So there, when I saw her (my prof), it was as if I was not gone (or been absent) for a long time. We just entered the pool and changed to our swimming attire. We were asked to do a 15-minute warm up. She said that we need it because of the activity she will ask us to do.
After the 15-minute warm up, we also did a warm up in the pool, meaning, swimming a few lapses to prepare ourselves. We were then grouped per hit. I was assigned to hit number 1 with another guy classmate. We (I'm just assuming) are the slowest swimmer in the class. But I don't care. I'm not very competitive. All I want is to learn the sport and be good at it. So there, after each hit were assigned, we splash into the water and swam as fast as we can the 50m length of the pool. But before we dove into the water, I farted with sound out of nervousness. I think somebody must've heard it. While swimming, we were timed and my time was 59.8 seconds. Earlier in the class, our prof asked us if we still know our previous record. I remember my first record when we also swam the 50m length was 1 minute and 26 seconds for the first round and 1 minute and 39 seconds for the second round. So, to cut the long story short, I beat my previous record. But my other classmates finished the 50m in a shorter time of course. The fastest was around 30 point something seconds which according to our professor is close to the time of the Varsity Swimming Team of UP (at an average of 27 seconds or something).
So there. I had my frustrations with swimming because I was always absent but this time, I don't want to be absent anymore. I promise not to compromise swimming with my other subjects and give it the same importance as how I give importance to my academic subjects.
P.S.
We were also taught this day how to do dolphin kick to prepare us for the butterfly stroke next meeting. Boy, it's so hard! I need to practice today.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Happy Birthday to Me!
Today is my birthday. Actually, it was yesterday since it's 12:28AM already on my laptop watch. My plan for my birthday was to have a celebration in UP (for those who can't go to our house) and to have a celebration at home with highschool friends and college orgmates combined. The first plan went well but the other flopped for reasons I can't fathom.
So anyway, that's probably the reason why I'm able to write right now.
My birthday wish was for her to appear right in front of me. I don't know where and how just as long as she's there. But it did not come true. She did not even greet me. Maybe she's busy. I don't know. I really don't know. And I don't want to know anymore.
If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. But you're the one who did not remember. And I don't want to care anymore.
So anyway, that's probably the reason why I'm able to write right now.
My birthday wish was for her to appear right in front of me. I don't know where and how just as long as she's there. But it did not come true. She did not even greet me. Maybe she's busy. I don't know. I really don't know. And I don't want to know anymore.
 |
| from Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood |
If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. But you're the one who did not remember. And I don't want to care anymore.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Childhood Memory
This morning while I was on my way home from Pam's house, I was suddenly reminded again of that vivid memory in grade school. I was in grade one. I had this classmate whose name I forgot and who insisted I invite her in our house where we'll eat lunch together then go back to school for the afternoon session of our class.
I can't really describe her as the type I'll have a crush on but she's not bad. She has a white complexion which makes her seem that she has some foreign bloodline or something. Anyway, the other clear memory of her was when we were by the dike of a river near our house. She was watching, siting near the dike and I was wondering why she was fascinated with that dirty river.
Also, I can't forget when my relatives--my lola and my aunts teased me of bringing a "manugang" or a daugher-in-law at home. Of course, I didn't have any idea what they were talking about that time. There was no malice for me yet back then and everything seemed perfectly normal. I didn't know people think that way when I was still younger.
So there. I thought it's cute to share that experience in my childhood that I can't erase in my memory. It keeps recurring in my mind ever so often.
I can't really describe her as the type I'll have a crush on but she's not bad. She has a white complexion which makes her seem that she has some foreign bloodline or something. Anyway, the other clear memory of her was when we were by the dike of a river near our house. She was watching, siting near the dike and I was wondering why she was fascinated with that dirty river.
Also, I can't forget when my relatives--my lola and my aunts teased me of bringing a "manugang" or a daugher-in-law at home. Of course, I didn't have any idea what they were talking about that time. There was no malice for me yet back then and everything seemed perfectly normal. I didn't know people think that way when I was still younger.
So there. I thought it's cute to share that experience in my childhood that I can't erase in my memory. It keeps recurring in my mind ever so often.
Fixing a broken guitar
I was able to fix Pam's acoustic guitar and was successfully able to change all its strings. I went to their house last night to ask her to join me on a food trip but it turned to an all night chikahan.
I felt accomplished. I had doubts doing it at first because I'm not very good with guitars. But I pushed and believed in myself that I can do it, and was even able to tune it (with the help of Pam's electronic tuner).
When I was done fixing Pam's guitar, I felt happy and I think Pam felt the same way. I guess I can be good at something if I really have the dedication and perseverance to do it.
I felt accomplished. I had doubts doing it at first because I'm not very good with guitars. But I pushed and believed in myself that I can do it, and was even able to tune it (with the help of Pam's electronic tuner).
When I was done fixing Pam's guitar, I felt happy and I think Pam felt the same way. I guess I can be good at something if I really have the dedication and perseverance to do it.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Last Night at Drew's
Last night at Drew's, I fell in love with her again. She's too beautiful to resist. I don't know if it's just the amount of alcohol I drank but up until now, the events last night still make me smile.
I don't know what's this feeling anymore. When I think about it I get confused.
I don't know what's this feeling anymore. When I think about it I get confused.
H.M.
Umm, should I read Haruki Murakami e-books? I saw this in my sister's flashdrive.
Look! She has Pinball, 1973, Dance, Dance, Dance and Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.
I feel guilty reading the e-books because I promised myself before that I will buy all his books. Ugh. It's me versus my principles.
I feel guilty reading the e-books because I promised myself before that I will buy all his books. Ugh. It's me versus my principles.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Pezzimizm
I want some sleep and some fucking peace of mind.
For the past I can't focus with my studies.
Must take a nap.
Life is tiresome and it's fucking retard.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Hangin' out
It's too noisy here at the UP College of Mass Communication.
Whaddup people? Why are you guys too noisy here at the old film lobby? What's the rendezvous? (Did I use the term right? Anyhow...)
I hate it when people/friends act like my mother and start scolding me or reprimanding me for things that don't suit their standards of proper behavior. I easily get piss that I want to rebut that person by saying things like "Shut up! Don't act like my mom!" or something. But of course I can't do that because I'm still nice to others despite their nasty attitude.
I wunna go home right nao!!!
Whaddup people? Why are you guys too noisy here at the old film lobby? What's the rendezvous? (Did I use the term right? Anyhow...)
I hate it when people/friends act like my mother and start scolding me or reprimanding me for things that don't suit their standards of proper behavior. I easily get piss that I want to rebut that person by saying things like "Shut up! Don't act like my mom!" or something. But of course I can't do that because I'm still nice to others despite their nasty attitude.
I wunna go home right nao!!!
Saturday, July 14, 2012
I'm not indecisive
Fuck, I'm confused again!
I want to hold on to my principles. I don't want to steal her from her boyfriend.
I'm usually the type of person who gets what I strongly desire. In short, I'm a go-getter. Examples in my life are when I wanted so bad to enter UP Diliman but failed the entrance exam but was still able to make it inside after some years. Or more recently when I wanted to get in to Dr. Nilo Ocampo's P.I. 100 class and was able to make a way through connections because I really wanted that class. This desire is different. It's not even called desire.
Friends around me have different opinions. I don't want to listen to them anymore. I have my own standard of morality. I know what's right from wrong and what can be considered from not.
Guys around me please shut up!
P.S.
But what's with this texting her again acting like a dog, wagging his tail, salivating every time she replies to my text messages? Okay guys, don't read this stupid post!
I want to hold on to my principles. I don't want to steal her from her boyfriend.
I'm usually the type of person who gets what I strongly desire. In short, I'm a go-getter. Examples in my life are when I wanted so bad to enter UP Diliman but failed the entrance exam but was still able to make it inside after some years. Or more recently when I wanted to get in to Dr. Nilo Ocampo's P.I. 100 class and was able to make a way through connections because I really wanted that class. This desire is different. It's not even called desire.
Friends around me have different opinions. I don't want to listen to them anymore. I have my own standard of morality. I know what's right from wrong and what can be considered from not.
Guys around me please shut up!
P.S.
But what's with this texting her again acting like a dog, wagging his tail, salivating every time she replies to my text messages? Okay guys, don't read this stupid post!
Random Thoughts, Kinky Thoughts and Can Thoughts
Hi blog! I miss you so much!
I have random thoughts inside my stupid brain which I want to share with you.
Random Thought No. 1:
Why do important people in my life suddenly lose their body hairs? Like hairs on their legs and arms. For example, my tatay. I remember when I was still a kid he used to have a lot of hair in his legs. But now they were gone.
I also know someone who has a lot of hairs (not really a lot but not the usual amount of hair) in her arms. I don't like to disclose her identity anymore. But when we saw each other again after a long time, the hair in her arms were fewer or were almost gone.
What is it about losing hairs?
Random Thought No. 2:
Why are the earlobes of people different? Why are there detached earlobes and attached earlobes? What function does this difference perform?
My favorite author Haruki Murakami in his novel A Wild Sheep Chase described the protagonist as someone who has an ear fetish. Would you fall in love with a beautiful girl with a detached earlobe but the space that detaches her earlobe from her face has a lot of dead skin or "libag"?
Random Thought No. 3
I think I'm just going mad because I'm frustrated if writing is really for me. I'm not even good with it.
I have random thoughts inside my stupid brain which I want to share with you.
Random Thought No. 1:
Why do important people in my life suddenly lose their body hairs? Like hairs on their legs and arms. For example, my tatay. I remember when I was still a kid he used to have a lot of hair in his legs. But now they were gone.
I also know someone who has a lot of hairs (not really a lot but not the usual amount of hair) in her arms. I don't like to disclose her identity anymore. But when we saw each other again after a long time, the hair in her arms were fewer or were almost gone.
What is it about losing hairs?
Random Thought No. 2:
Why are the earlobes of people different? Why are there detached earlobes and attached earlobes? What function does this difference perform?
My favorite author Haruki Murakami in his novel A Wild Sheep Chase described the protagonist as someone who has an ear fetish. Would you fall in love with a beautiful girl with a detached earlobe but the space that detaches her earlobe from her face has a lot of dead skin or "libag"?
Random Thought No. 3
I think I'm just going mad because I'm frustrated if writing is really for me. I'm not even good with it.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Cuddle
I wanna cuddle in bed with you
Cuddle in the kitchen,
Cuddle in front of TV
Cuddle in a park where a green field displays its beauty
Right before our eyes.
We will cuddle while I smell your sweet scent
Radiating from your back
Which is some sort of love potion
That sets me in a ecstatic state
And I will lock my arms around your waist
Let's cuddle like it's the last thing to do
I wanna hold your hands
And lock my every fingers with yours
We don't even need to speak words
Cuddling will just make all feel alright
Cuddle in the kitchen,
Cuddle in front of TV
Cuddle in a park where a green field displays its beauty
Right before our eyes.
We will cuddle while I smell your sweet scent
Radiating from your back
Which is some sort of love potion
That sets me in a ecstatic state
And I will lock my arms around your waist
Let's cuddle like it's the last thing to do
I wanna hold your hands
And lock my every fingers with yours
We don't even need to speak words
Cuddling will just make all feel alright
Grade
Guess who got a grade of 1.75 in his internship subject?
Boo yah!
I heard my other block mates received a low grade but I don't know what their standard of low grade is. This grade is high enough for me because it's really hard in Comm Res. Yes, it's not so fun in Comm Res after all.
Originally Posted at: http://ojtero.blogspot.com/
Boo yah!
I heard my other block mates received a low grade but I don't know what their standard of low grade is. This grade is high enough for me because it's really hard in Comm Res. Yes, it's not so fun in Comm Res after all.
Originally Posted at: http://ojtero.blogspot.com/
I love swimming
I'm in love with swimming more than ever although when I practice swim in Marikina, I always find my abdomen part (or my stomach) hurting. According to Chelly, a Sport Science graduate and an orgmate, it is normal that I feel pain in the abdomen part because swimming is a full body exercise. Everything is stretched and worked out because almost the whole body is moving.
It is a good stress-reliever and a diversion to any problems including problems of the heart when the person your like for instance, can't be yours. This is a true story!
Well, anyway, I will practice more and more because I only know one stroke. I watched on youtube how to do other strokes but when I try it in the pool, I can't do it. I don't know if it's the fear to swallow water that prevents me from accomplishing other strokes.
I promise I will not give up until I learn the other strokes. The guy who's doing the butterfly at Marikina a while ago has a perfect form (at least in my perspective). He was really good.
It is a good stress-reliever and a diversion to any problems including problems of the heart when the person your like for instance, can't be yours. This is a true story!
Well, anyway, I will practice more and more because I only know one stroke. I watched on youtube how to do other strokes but when I try it in the pool, I can't do it. I don't know if it's the fear to swallow water that prevents me from accomplishing other strokes.
I promise I will not give up until I learn the other strokes. The guy who's doing the butterfly at Marikina a while ago has a perfect form (at least in my perspective). He was really good.
Monday, June 25, 2012
And I still can't resist...I miss you.
To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.
I miss you so much bibi gurl.
lyrics copied from: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I-Miss-You-lyrics-Incubus/134F51BAA4179FE7482568D800178B46
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?
I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.
I miss you so much bibi gurl.
lyrics copied from: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/I-Miss-You-lyrics-Incubus/134F51BAA4179FE7482568D800178B46
Healthy Livin' (La Vida Loca)
I went swimming again yesterday at Marikina Sports Complex.
I was having second thoughts on whether to continue my plan of doing practice swim or just stay home. Since I still can't cross the longitudinal length of the Marikina Sports Park Public Pool, I immediately packed my things and did not even bother to arrange them the way I usually do, did not even take a bath and just left. I bought some toiletries I still lack at Mercury Drug Parola and hurriedly hopped in inside a jeep. I went down to McDonald's Marcos Highway and rode another jeep bound to Marikina town proper.
When I got in the public pool, it was past 3PM or 4PM already. The pool closes at 4:30PM. I swam and swam until my lungs get used to the water but I still got tired. My abdomen part also hurt. When the lifeguard asked us to get off the pool because it's closing time already I rose from the water and took a shower.
When I got home, I felt that what I did in the pool was not enough so I changed into running attire and went running for 10 laps around the Brookside Oval. I also did some sit ups upon arriving home to make my abdomen smaller. I promised from that day on that I will do regular sit ups until my abdominal part inflates. Hahaha.
The activities I did yesterday were too tiring that I was not able to do some of the household chores like folding the clothes I disorganized.
I was having second thoughts on whether to continue my plan of doing practice swim or just stay home. Since I still can't cross the longitudinal length of the Marikina Sports Park Public Pool, I immediately packed my things and did not even bother to arrange them the way I usually do, did not even take a bath and just left. I bought some toiletries I still lack at Mercury Drug Parola and hurriedly hopped in inside a jeep. I went down to McDonald's Marcos Highway and rode another jeep bound to Marikina town proper.
When I got in the public pool, it was past 3PM or 4PM already. The pool closes at 4:30PM. I swam and swam until my lungs get used to the water but I still got tired. My abdomen part also hurt. When the lifeguard asked us to get off the pool because it's closing time already I rose from the water and took a shower.
When I got home, I felt that what I did in the pool was not enough so I changed into running attire and went running for 10 laps around the Brookside Oval. I also did some sit ups upon arriving home to make my abdomen smaller. I promised from that day on that I will do regular sit ups until my abdominal part inflates. Hahaha.
The activities I did yesterday were too tiring that I was not able to do some of the household chores like folding the clothes I disorganized.
Ricky Lee Script Writing Workshop Part 2
I just got a call this morning from the Script writers' Caravan of ABS-CBN. I was still sleepy and was planning to go back to sleep when an unknown number called me. It spoke to me in English and since I was still groggy because I just woke up, it was a bit hard to speak in English and to understand how the girl from the other line talk.
She asked me a few questions like in which genre (drama, comedy, reality show, variety, talk show, etc.) and medium (TV or film) to concentrate. I told her comedy and TV.
I felt a bit scared because I asked her if they also contacted Jes Dizon, an orgmate who also happened to apply in that same workshop because I told them that the sample work I submitted was a collaboration between the two of us (actually including Ken De Leon who works for GMA and Miele Dungo who is also an orgmate). It was not clear though what she replied. I told you I was still groggy that time.
All that registered to me is that I made it in the shortlist. I don't know what it actually means. I just submitted to them and tried not to oppose them as much as possible for me to get in in that script writing workshop.
I really hope I got in. The script writing workshop will start by the end of August until November. I need more writing and creative experience to get the job I want.
She asked me a few questions like in which genre (drama, comedy, reality show, variety, talk show, etc.) and medium (TV or film) to concentrate. I told her comedy and TV.
I felt a bit scared because I asked her if they also contacted Jes Dizon, an orgmate who also happened to apply in that same workshop because I told them that the sample work I submitted was a collaboration between the two of us (actually including Ken De Leon who works for GMA and Miele Dungo who is also an orgmate). It was not clear though what she replied. I told you I was still groggy that time.
All that registered to me is that I made it in the shortlist. I don't know what it actually means. I just submitted to them and tried not to oppose them as much as possible for me to get in in that script writing workshop.
I really hope I got in. The script writing workshop will start by the end of August until November. I need more writing and creative experience to get the job I want.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
R.I.P. Ron-ron
Ron-ron will be sent to his final destination and will be buried beneath the earth for this is the last day people will mourn over his dead body.
Ron-ron is a guy who I frequently see here in our barangay. He is sometimes called Sixto because of his height (6 feet 2 inches). Rumor said that he committed suicide by hanging his self.
When my sister arrived last night, she was asking why there were a lot of people outside. It's just now that I realized that maybe last night was also the last mourning for his wake.
Today, friends of Ron-ron are on the streets wearing shirts with his face printed on it and with a farewell message. I have no personal attachment with Ron-ron. We even spoke to each other like only once or twice when he was still living. I remember when I was still fond of attending gigs and was still a rock poseur, he was included in the group I join in in attending gig events.
Now, he will join the earth and will be buried on his grave. All I can think of why he committed suicide is because of the bullying he gets due to his not-the-usual tallness. Maybe there's a more serious reason behind it like family problems, financial problems, etc.
He ended his life while we continue living ours.
Swimming and Gig Watching
I wish I have lived in Marikina.
I've been into swimming for the last 2 days. I enrolled myself in an Advanced Swimming class (PE 3 SW). I wanted to learn the other strokes in swimming and I wanted to improve my endurance when I swim.
Last Thursday, we had our diagnostic swim but I came in late to class that's why I was not able to swim. To make up, I looked for a way to do my own practice/diagnostic swim. I can't just use the swimming pool we have at the university because our varsity swimming team is using it most of the time because it's their season.
So, anyway, April told me that Marikina has a public swimming pool located at the Marikina Sports Complex. I was looking for one when I opened that topic to her and it happens that they have one in their town.
I inquired about it through the internet and found that it is open daily except Monday. I think this is the only time they do cleaning. Not sure. When I say daily, it's from Tuesday to Sunday. Yes! Six days a week! When I learned about this, I was so happy. I practiced swim last Thursday and Friday. I was planning to practice swim again today but I realized I don't have enough money anymore for the transportation costs and the entrance fee. Yes, they have an entrance fee but it's affordable--40 pesos only.
Going back, I can't practice swim today because I don't have enough money. I've been spending too much this last week plus this new hobby I'm enthusiastically involved in is adding to my expenditures. Also, I have a gig event to attend tonight. It's the Fête dela Musique or the World Music Day. I promised to attend this event with Lala, Gela and other friends long time ago so I can't disappoint them. I'll just have my practice swim again tomorrow. I also really wanted to attend this music event because the last time I attended it was in high school when I was in second year or in third year. I remember it was still held in El Pueblo in Ortigas that time but now, it's happening at Makati City. We're going to the Rock Stage where mainstream and Indie bands are going to play. That's how they do it. They have a lot of stage with different genres of music (reggae/ska, rock, hip-hop, jazz, etc.) and you choose which stage to attend.
So there, that's what keeps me busy for the past. I'm also repeating my thesis because my professor told me to do so. This depresses me for the past few weeks that's why I looked for ways to divert my depression. Also, I miss her so bad.
Enough said.
I've been into swimming for the last 2 days. I enrolled myself in an Advanced Swimming class (PE 3 SW). I wanted to learn the other strokes in swimming and I wanted to improve my endurance when I swim.
Last Thursday, we had our diagnostic swim but I came in late to class that's why I was not able to swim. To make up, I looked for a way to do my own practice/diagnostic swim. I can't just use the swimming pool we have at the university because our varsity swimming team is using it most of the time because it's their season.
So, anyway, April told me that Marikina has a public swimming pool located at the Marikina Sports Complex. I was looking for one when I opened that topic to her and it happens that they have one in their town.
I inquired about it through the internet and found that it is open daily except Monday. I think this is the only time they do cleaning. Not sure. When I say daily, it's from Tuesday to Sunday. Yes! Six days a week! When I learned about this, I was so happy. I practiced swim last Thursday and Friday. I was planning to practice swim again today but I realized I don't have enough money anymore for the transportation costs and the entrance fee. Yes, they have an entrance fee but it's affordable--40 pesos only.
Going back, I can't practice swim today because I don't have enough money. I've been spending too much this last week plus this new hobby I'm enthusiastically involved in is adding to my expenditures. Also, I have a gig event to attend tonight. It's the Fête dela Musique or the World Music Day. I promised to attend this event with Lala, Gela and other friends long time ago so I can't disappoint them. I'll just have my practice swim again tomorrow. I also really wanted to attend this music event because the last time I attended it was in high school when I was in second year or in third year. I remember it was still held in El Pueblo in Ortigas that time but now, it's happening at Makati City. We're going to the Rock Stage where mainstream and Indie bands are going to play. That's how they do it. They have a lot of stage with different genres of music (reggae/ska, rock, hip-hop, jazz, etc.) and you choose which stage to attend.
So there, that's what keeps me busy for the past. I'm also repeating my thesis because my professor told me to do so. This depresses me for the past few weeks that's why I looked for ways to divert my depression. Also, I miss her so bad.
Enough said.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Ricky Lee Script Writing Workshop
I really wanted to sleep already but I slept yesterday afternoon until Jep came in at home at around 9PM. He came with my swimming trunks which are loose already (and I currently can't remember where I placed it) and with my books. Like Water for Chocolate, Through a Glass, Darkly and After Dark. After Dark! My Murakami books are coming back.
Anyway, it's not the point why I'm writing right now. I found this commercial/casting call for aspiring scriptwriters for TV and film last week. It's a writing workshop led by the Ricky Lee. He's the one who wrote the script for the classic film Himala starring Nora Aunor. He was also able to write fiction novels like Para Kay B (his only book which I was able to read) and Si Amapola sa 65 na Kabanata. Ricky Lee is a playwright, a novelist and a scriptwriter.
So, when I saw the commercial about the workshop, I copied on my phone the link where we can inquire about the workshop (scriptwriterscaravan.abs-cbn.com). The commercial said that application is from June 9 to July 6.
I decided I will give it a try. But something happened. I was not yet paying attention to the workshop and was planning to attend to it after I'm done enrolling when I received this email in my gmail account.
They contacted me already even without me contacting them. I think this has something to do with me heading the writers' pool last Live A.I.D.S. 28.
I was overwhelmed by the email and I decided to arrange my portfolio as soon as I cleared my deficiencies in my enrollment.
I hope I'll get in in this scriptwriting workshop. Ricky Lee as a mentor ain't bad after all.
Anyway, it's not the point why I'm writing right now. I found this commercial/casting call for aspiring scriptwriters for TV and film last week. It's a writing workshop led by the Ricky Lee. He's the one who wrote the script for the classic film Himala starring Nora Aunor. He was also able to write fiction novels like Para Kay B (his only book which I was able to read) and Si Amapola sa 65 na Kabanata. Ricky Lee is a playwright, a novelist and a scriptwriter.
So, when I saw the commercial about the workshop, I copied on my phone the link where we can inquire about the workshop (scriptwriterscaravan.abs-cbn.com). The commercial said that application is from June 9 to July 6.
I decided I will give it a try. But something happened. I was not yet paying attention to the workshop and was planning to attend to it after I'm done enrolling when I received this email in my gmail account.
They contacted me already even without me contacting them. I think this has something to do with me heading the writers' pool last Live A.I.D.S. 28.
I was overwhelmed by the email and I decided to arrange my portfolio as soon as I cleared my deficiencies in my enrollment.
I hope I'll get in in this scriptwriting workshop. Ricky Lee as a mentor ain't bad after all.
For that stupid jeepney driver
Yesterday I got really pissed with this jeepney driver who was accusing me of not paying him the fare. I felt my ears got really hot and I was about to start an argument with him when he told me to just go down. I was at the corner of Sto. Niño street already that time when he immediately left.
How dare him accuse me of doing such pathetic crime which only illiterates do?
Here's what happened. Since my class ended at 11:30AM I got nothing else to do after except to add another more subject. I was not lucky at this so I decided to go home at around 2:30PM and try my luck tomorrow. When I was in Katipunan already, I found a jeep headed to Cainta. Usually during peak hours like 5:00PM or when it's later already, it's hard to find a Cubao-Cainta bound jeep. When I found this one, I decided to sit at the front. I asked the driver how much the fare is from Katipunan to Sto. Niño and I specified that I was a student. He told me it was 16 pesos and I doubted it at first because sometimes, other jeepney drivers will just charge me 13 pesos. I handed him my 16 pesos and thought in my mind to call again the LTFRB to ask how much REALLY the fare is when I get home or sometime this week.
So when I was near, I said "para" so the jeep will stop right exactly at the front of the Brgy. Sto. Niño corner. This is when that stupid driver started accusing me of not paying him.
He's so stupid why would I ask him how much the fare is if I will not pay him? Is it my fault he is forgetful? Maybe he should issue receipt so that he'll have evidence that passengers are paid already. Are the passengers the ones to adjust to his stupidity just because he lost track of who have paid and who did not? And, I don't do such crime. If I don't really have money to get home, I'll ask the driver if I can hitch ride or I'll just walk home. I don't study in the best university in the Philippines just to learn how to cheat and to do something wrong to someone.
Ugh, I really got pissed on this one I decided I'll just rant about it here. I did not even record the plate number of that jeep. It will just cause him trouble for the mistake he himself did.
How dare him accuse me of doing such pathetic crime which only illiterates do?
Here's what happened. Since my class ended at 11:30AM I got nothing else to do after except to add another more subject. I was not lucky at this so I decided to go home at around 2:30PM and try my luck tomorrow. When I was in Katipunan already, I found a jeep headed to Cainta. Usually during peak hours like 5:00PM or when it's later already, it's hard to find a Cubao-Cainta bound jeep. When I found this one, I decided to sit at the front. I asked the driver how much the fare is from Katipunan to Sto. Niño and I specified that I was a student. He told me it was 16 pesos and I doubted it at first because sometimes, other jeepney drivers will just charge me 13 pesos. I handed him my 16 pesos and thought in my mind to call again the LTFRB to ask how much REALLY the fare is when I get home or sometime this week.
So when I was near, I said "para" so the jeep will stop right exactly at the front of the Brgy. Sto. Niño corner. This is when that stupid driver started accusing me of not paying him.
He's so stupid why would I ask him how much the fare is if I will not pay him? Is it my fault he is forgetful? Maybe he should issue receipt so that he'll have evidence that passengers are paid already. Are the passengers the ones to adjust to his stupidity just because he lost track of who have paid and who did not? And, I don't do such crime. If I don't really have money to get home, I'll ask the driver if I can hitch ride or I'll just walk home. I don't study in the best university in the Philippines just to learn how to cheat and to do something wrong to someone.
Ugh, I really got pissed on this one I decided I'll just rant about it here. I did not even record the plate number of that jeep. It will just cause him trouble for the mistake he himself did.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
EcstaSI is EcstaNO
I miss her so bad she's becoming an addiction already. I know and I realize that what we are doing is wrong. But I cannot help myself. It's like guilt pleasure and euphoria every time you try a hard-hitting drug.
I should end this. I should detach myself again from her until they are over but I can't. I can't imagine her living a life with him. I guess I just have to know my place.
We should put an end to this ecstatic state we are in.
I should end this. I should detach myself again from her until they are over but I can't. I can't imagine her living a life with him. I guess I just have to know my place.
We should put an end to this ecstatic state we are in.
Senior Year Dilemma
My subjects for my last sem are the following:
These are 15 units all in all. Sadly, I was not able to get in to BA 172 (Business Administration 172: Marketing Communications) which is equivalent to advertising because the class was full already. I was planning to get it as an extra elective. Also, the schedule of that particular subject is in conflict with my Comm 110 that's why I failed to get it.
I really do hope that this will be my last sem. But I want to take more subjects like BA 172, Span 12 and Span 13 (Spanish 12 is Intermediate Spanish I and Spanish 13 is Intermediate Spanish II) or Theater electives: Beginning Acting, Lighting Design, Scene Design, Production Methods, etc.
I would also like to take electives in Sociology: Sociological Theory, Sociology of Religion and Sociology of Deviant Behavior.
There's a lot of things I'd like to do with my life. I want to take another course in which I will really excel on and enjoy or take a master's degree. I also want to study a post-graduate degree abroad. If only I am rich, I don't need to face these dilemmas.
- Comm Res 200 (Communication Research 200: Thesis)
- Comm Res 195 (Communication Research 195: Surveys in Communication)
- Comm 110 (Communication 110: Communication and Media Ethics)
- FN 1 (Food Nutrition 1: Food Trip)
- PI 100 (Philippine Institutions 100: The Life & Works of Jose Rizal)
- PE 3 SW (Physical Education 3: Advanced Swimming)
These are 15 units all in all. Sadly, I was not able to get in to BA 172 (Business Administration 172: Marketing Communications) which is equivalent to advertising because the class was full already. I was planning to get it as an extra elective. Also, the schedule of that particular subject is in conflict with my Comm 110 that's why I failed to get it.
I really do hope that this will be my last sem. But I want to take more subjects like BA 172, Span 12 and Span 13 (Spanish 12 is Intermediate Spanish I and Spanish 13 is Intermediate Spanish II) or Theater electives: Beginning Acting, Lighting Design, Scene Design, Production Methods, etc.
I would also like to take electives in Sociology: Sociological Theory, Sociology of Religion and Sociology of Deviant Behavior.
There's a lot of things I'd like to do with my life. I want to take another course in which I will really excel on and enjoy or take a master's degree. I also want to study a post-graduate degree abroad. If only I am rich, I don't need to face these dilemmas.
Halo
Hello blog! I miss you! Did you miss me? We might see each other again October. I'll be really busy with my thesis.
Here is my pre-final sched. I still have to enroll in PI 100 (Philippine Institutions 100: The Life & Works of Jose Rizal). I hope the prof will allow me to prerog in his class. I really like to be in that prof's class because he was my sister's prof in the same subject and I have the required books at home already which my sister also used. Anyway, here is the sched again. (Click on the picture to zoom in)
Also, I'd like to share another photo I saw posted by an inactive orgmate in SAMASKOM. I was hesitant to post it here because it's corny and I don't believe everything psychology says. Sometimes, psychology as an area of study becomes too trivial about human and human behavior it makes no sense anymore. Like, why do we need to know these things about human behaviors, human actions, etc.? Is it really important? Anyway, let's cut the shit. Here's the photo: (Click on the picture to zoom in)
Almost all of the bulleted points here reflects who I am. Like I laugh a lot, sleep a lot, can't cry at times when I need to cry, eats abnormally, etc. etc. except the: when a person cries on little things. I don't know, for some strange reason I was affected by this but found it corny yet I'm posting it here.
On the other hand, can people quit posting on facebook lyrics of the Payphone song by Maroon 5? As if it's that awesome a song. The music video even sucks. I didn't understand what the story of the music video was about. Plus on the rap part, the lines of the rap don't rhyme!
Ugh, people!
Here's the link of the music video for your convenience:
Here is my pre-final sched. I still have to enroll in PI 100 (Philippine Institutions 100: The Life & Works of Jose Rizal). I hope the prof will allow me to prerog in his class. I really like to be in that prof's class because he was my sister's prof in the same subject and I have the required books at home already which my sister also used. Anyway, here is the sched again. (Click on the picture to zoom in)
Also, I'd like to share another photo I saw posted by an inactive orgmate in SAMASKOM. I was hesitant to post it here because it's corny and I don't believe everything psychology says. Sometimes, psychology as an area of study becomes too trivial about human and human behavior it makes no sense anymore. Like, why do we need to know these things about human behaviors, human actions, etc.? Is it really important? Anyway, let's cut the shit. Here's the photo: (Click on the picture to zoom in)
Almost all of the bulleted points here reflects who I am. Like I laugh a lot, sleep a lot, can't cry at times when I need to cry, eats abnormally, etc. etc. except the: when a person cries on little things. I don't know, for some strange reason I was affected by this but found it corny yet I'm posting it here.
On the other hand, can people quit posting on facebook lyrics of the Payphone song by Maroon 5? As if it's that awesome a song. The music video even sucks. I didn't understand what the story of the music video was about. Plus on the rap part, the lines of the rap don't rhyme!
Ugh, people!
Here's the link of the music video for your convenience:
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