Caption: The artificial waterfall at the lobby
Note: These are notes from my iPhone notes. I needed somewhere to write on.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
On Circumcision and Job Application
Alam mo yung nerbyos na naramdaman mo nung magpapatuli ka pa lang? Ganitong ganito yung pakiramdam habang hinihintay mo ang pagtawag sa pangalan mo ng magiinterview. Parang nagflashback yung summer ng 2002, so mga 11 years ago. Sa libreng tuli lang ako nagpatuli. Hindi ko na maalala kung pang-ilan ako noon sa pila. Basta habang papalapit nang papalapit ang numerong binibilang sa numero ko ay patindi nang patindi ang kaba ko. Para akong mababaliw sa nerbyos noon. Nadama ko ulit siya ngayon kasi hindi ko natapos ang eksamen kanina. Panirang IQ Test yan. Shet, ligwak na yata ako . Lecheng tunog ng patak ng tubig yan! Imbis na pakalmahin ako ay lalo pa yata akong pinapakaba.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
The Types of Job I want to do
There are only three types of work I want to get involve into now that I'm a graduate:
1. To work as part of the creative team of an advertising agency. The one developing concepts and writing the script, not the one doing the graphic things and technical stuff. I heard from my sister that the job is called a copywriter and that was what she thinks the type of job I'm pertaining to.
2. To work as a writer for drama or comedy in TV. To write, to direct, and to produce a show of my own and have it aired on TV.
3. To work for the government. Before, I was hesitant to work in the government because of the type of system and the misconception that the salary is low but I learned from someone that working for the government is not that bad. Moreover, as a UP graduate, there is a strong sense of responsibility in me to serve the country and its people and one way I think I can respond to this call is to work for the government.
1. To work as part of the creative team of an advertising agency. The one developing concepts and writing the script, not the one doing the graphic things and technical stuff. I heard from my sister that the job is called a copywriter and that was what she thinks the type of job I'm pertaining to.
2. To work as a writer for drama or comedy in TV. To write, to direct, and to produce a show of my own and have it aired on TV.
3. To work for the government. Before, I was hesitant to work in the government because of the type of system and the misconception that the salary is low but I learned from someone that working for the government is not that bad. Moreover, as a UP graduate, there is a strong sense of responsibility in me to serve the country and its people and one way I think I can respond to this call is to work for the government.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Back-to-Back-to-Back
I can't be lucky with love.
It always goes this way:
Either I like a person but that person doesn't like me or a person likes me but I don't like that person.
I think it is seldom where one person likes another person, and that another person like the one person back.
I guess everyone is in an endless search to find that other pair. That pair who they will love and will love them back.
It always goes this way:
Either I like a person but that person doesn't like me or a person likes me but I don't like that person.
I think it is seldom where one person likes another person, and that another person like the one person back.
I guess everyone is in an endless search to find that other pair. That pair who they will love and will love them back.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Teromantico's Love Advice Episode 2
Yesternight, on my way to Katipunan from UP, my thesis partner told me that
I'm choosy with girls. She said that someone has an interest in me and I'm the
one who's turning her down. She was pertaining to her friend whom I met through
her as well. I did not assume that that friend of her likes me because when I
last talked to her (the friend), she has a boyfriend already.
In my mind I thought, maybe I am really choosy. But more than that, I just wanted to be sure with the girl first before courting her. They say that love is a gamble. I say in a gamble, you keep your best cards and put them down later. Why take a risk and venture on something you are uncertain? I believe that it is a kind of equation. You have to be certain first before embarking on something such as a love journey for you to be successful in it and for you to avoid any type of doubt in the end. You don't want to blame yourself in the end just because you were uncertain in the beginning, do you?
In my mind I thought, maybe I am really choosy. But more than that, I just wanted to be sure with the girl first before courting her. They say that love is a gamble. I say in a gamble, you keep your best cards and put them down later. Why take a risk and venture on something you are uncertain? I believe that it is a kind of equation. You have to be certain first before embarking on something such as a love journey for you to be successful in it and for you to avoid any type of doubt in the end. You don't want to blame yourself in the end just because you were uncertain in the beginning, do you?
Rants not Deserving
New BG
How d'ya like my new background? Hypnic jerk seems legit with this background, doesn't it? I found it in somewhere-I-will-not-tell-you-motherfucker site.
OMWH
On my way home from school, I went too far from where I'm supposed to drop off (the Sto. Nino street). I fell asleep with my headphones and music still on because I was so fucking tired with what I am doing, i.e. thesis. When I woke up I was at Estrella (Spanish for stars) already. I checked my stuff and found them still complete. I thought, what a wasted life I have. When can I do what I want to do? I actually don't have the right to complain because as compared to the life of others, mine's far better. Here we go again with comparisons. There are two things I am trying to avoid in this moment of my life right now. The first one is comparing myself or my life to others and the second one is doing "sumbat" (note: just now, I tried googling the right English term for "sumbat" but it seems like there is no exact counterpart of that Tagalog word in English).
Define: Sumbat
The term is defined (at least in my interpretation) as when a person find faults on you, scolds you, or blames you and tells you things that they regret doing when in fact they already did it. To concretize more, I'll give one example based on a situation I got involved in not so long ago.
One day, I misplaced my sister's money when I had it changed for many denominations (barya) and left home without telling her where I placed it. We were both in a hurry. I had a meeting to attend to at school and she also had a meeting somewhere. She texted me while I was still inside a jeep on my way to UP some harsh statements like: "Saan mo nilagay yung pera? Magaling ka talagang manira ng araw e." and "Siguraduhin mo lang na gagraduate ka ngayong sem dahil wala na kaming pampaaral sa'yo." which are out of the context because I just misplaced her money and there she goes with bringing up cobwebs of issues totally unrelated to that mistake I made. So there, I hope you get it when I say what "sumbat" means. In short, it's bringing up a lot of complains, frustrations and good things they did for you just because you did something wrong. I hate it so much when people do "sumbatan". But when I think about it, consciously and unconsciously I sometimes do the same misbehavior so I don't have the right to hate it. Do you understand where I'm coming from? Ugh.
How d'ya like my new background? Hypnic jerk seems legit with this background, doesn't it? I found it in somewhere-I-will-not-tell-you-motherfucker site.
OMWH
On my way home from school, I went too far from where I'm supposed to drop off (the Sto. Nino street). I fell asleep with my headphones and music still on because I was so fucking tired with what I am doing, i.e. thesis. When I woke up I was at Estrella (Spanish for stars) already. I checked my stuff and found them still complete. I thought, what a wasted life I have. When can I do what I want to do? I actually don't have the right to complain because as compared to the life of others, mine's far better. Here we go again with comparisons. There are two things I am trying to avoid in this moment of my life right now. The first one is comparing myself or my life to others and the second one is doing "sumbat" (note: just now, I tried googling the right English term for "sumbat" but it seems like there is no exact counterpart of that Tagalog word in English).
Define: Sumbat
The term is defined (at least in my interpretation) as when a person find faults on you, scolds you, or blames you and tells you things that they regret doing when in fact they already did it. To concretize more, I'll give one example based on a situation I got involved in not so long ago.
One day, I misplaced my sister's money when I had it changed for many denominations (barya) and left home without telling her where I placed it. We were both in a hurry. I had a meeting to attend to at school and she also had a meeting somewhere. She texted me while I was still inside a jeep on my way to UP some harsh statements like: "Saan mo nilagay yung pera? Magaling ka talagang manira ng araw e." and "Siguraduhin mo lang na gagraduate ka ngayong sem dahil wala na kaming pampaaral sa'yo." which are out of the context because I just misplaced her money and there she goes with bringing up cobwebs of issues totally unrelated to that mistake I made. So there, I hope you get it when I say what "sumbat" means. In short, it's bringing up a lot of complains, frustrations and good things they did for you just because you did something wrong. I hate it so much when people do "sumbatan". But when I think about it, consciously and unconsciously I sometimes do the same misbehavior so I don't have the right to hate it. Do you understand where I'm coming from? Ugh.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
I joined a writing contest
This is an entry I submitted for UP Writers' Club Forbidden Love Letter writing contest. Unfortunately, I did not win. But it's okay. I did not expect to win either way. And I'm just an amateur writer so I don't expect much. Anyway, the experience of joining a writing contest heightens my adrenaline. I am looking forward to discovering and joining more writing contests even if I don't win on them.
January 30, 2013
Dear Baby Girl,
I don’t know if I can take this any longer but I can’t imagine you living a life with him. We exist in this make-believe world we ourselves created. It’s my fault I was a few years late and when I found you, you’re in the arms of another man already. But you gave me that chance to wait and to hold on until you guys fall out of love. I clung to that hope. I’m not happy with the idea of being the other man but my love for you makes me irrational that I accepted that fact. Our secret dates when I visit you at home and pretend to be your best friend are the best moments in my life. Time literally freezes. Every minute spent with you is an eternity for me. Those tiny hands of yours that I want to hold close to me and those sweet lips I want to kiss. Only I can’t because you are still with him. How I wish I could turn back time, in high school where I could have been more confident, more determined, more persistent in courting you. I could have exerted more effort. I shouldn’t have let distance obstruct my way in winning your heart.
I couldn’t be completely happy with the situation we are in right now, Baby Girl. I honestly feel that the kind of love I receive from you is just fragments, is just leftovers of the whole love I could have received if we are together and if we are not living in the world of lies. But we chose this. We decided to take this path together that night when I was looking straight into your eyes and was penetrating your soul. When you said “yes, let’s to do this”, you lighten my world even though we both know that this decision can hurt other people. But what can I do? You’re the only one who made me feel this way. You’re the only one who thought I am a great person, that I am more than I think I am. You were there when all else doubted what I can do. You made me feel loved.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you up. My whole world will collapse for sure. I don’t know if I can make it through this life without you. And this is the very reason why I’m writing you right now. Please come to my arms and leave him. I know you’ve been together for years now but I’m willing to match those years with my unconditional love for you. I cannot be contented with a half-hearted love. I want to feel your whole, pure, sole love. I want to be able to touch you, to embrace you, and to kiss you without ever feeling the pang of conscience. I don’t want to live in this lie anymore because you’re the only thing real to me. Please leave him and choose me. I promise to give you the love you truly deserve. I can’t wait any longer for you guys to fall out of love because the more that you are with him, the more you’ll feel less for me and the more you’ll doubt your love for me. That is one painful thing I can’t bear.
I’ll be waiting for your response by any means. Whatever decision you make Baby Girl, please don’t forget that I love you. I love you with all my heart, with all my soul, with all of me.
The one who loves you deservingly,
T
January 30, 2013
Dear Baby Girl,
I don’t know if I can take this any longer but I can’t imagine you living a life with him. We exist in this make-believe world we ourselves created. It’s my fault I was a few years late and when I found you, you’re in the arms of another man already. But you gave me that chance to wait and to hold on until you guys fall out of love. I clung to that hope. I’m not happy with the idea of being the other man but my love for you makes me irrational that I accepted that fact. Our secret dates when I visit you at home and pretend to be your best friend are the best moments in my life. Time literally freezes. Every minute spent with you is an eternity for me. Those tiny hands of yours that I want to hold close to me and those sweet lips I want to kiss. Only I can’t because you are still with him. How I wish I could turn back time, in high school where I could have been more confident, more determined, more persistent in courting you. I could have exerted more effort. I shouldn’t have let distance obstruct my way in winning your heart.
I couldn’t be completely happy with the situation we are in right now, Baby Girl. I honestly feel that the kind of love I receive from you is just fragments, is just leftovers of the whole love I could have received if we are together and if we are not living in the world of lies. But we chose this. We decided to take this path together that night when I was looking straight into your eyes and was penetrating your soul. When you said “yes, let’s to do this”, you lighten my world even though we both know that this decision can hurt other people. But what can I do? You’re the only one who made me feel this way. You’re the only one who thought I am a great person, that I am more than I think I am. You were there when all else doubted what I can do. You made me feel loved.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you up. My whole world will collapse for sure. I don’t know if I can make it through this life without you. And this is the very reason why I’m writing you right now. Please come to my arms and leave him. I know you’ve been together for years now but I’m willing to match those years with my unconditional love for you. I cannot be contented with a half-hearted love. I want to feel your whole, pure, sole love. I want to be able to touch you, to embrace you, and to kiss you without ever feeling the pang of conscience. I don’t want to live in this lie anymore because you’re the only thing real to me. Please leave him and choose me. I promise to give you the love you truly deserve. I can’t wait any longer for you guys to fall out of love because the more that you are with him, the more you’ll feel less for me and the more you’ll doubt your love for me. That is one painful thing I can’t bear.
I’ll be waiting for your response by any means. Whatever decision you make Baby Girl, please don’t forget that I love you. I love you with all my heart, with all my soul, with all of me.
The one who loves you deservingly,
T
Pre-valentine Kabitteran
Habang pauwi ako kanina pagkatapos ihatid sa Marikina ang thesis partner kong si Mia, may na-ispatan akong isang babae at isang lalaki sa may Sta. Lucia. Nakaupo sila sa may plant box sa tapat ng MMDA footbridge na kulay green. Magkadikit ang kanilang mga hita habang si lalaki ay may hawak na isang pirasong rosas, nakabalot pa sa wrapper na gamit din sa plastic cover. "Ang aga naman para sa Valentine's" sabi ko sa sarili ko. "Ilang minuto pa e". Napangiti na lang ako.
Pagkalagpas ko ng kaunti, nakita ko naman ang magjowang tomboy. Sweet na sweet silang naghaharutan, magkahawak pa ng kamay. Napaisip ako. "Talamak na talamak a". Ganoon ba talaga kapag bisperas ng araw ng mga puso? S-e-g-e.
Noong mag-aabang na ako ng jeep pa-Cainta, nagutom ako bigla. Sige, kain muna akong Angel's Burger. Pagtawid ko, may magjowang heterosekswal na naman. At talagang pinuputakte ako ng mga magjojowa a. Sabi na nga ba, dapat hindi na ko lumabas ng bahay.
Hanggang sa pagsakay ko sa jeep, katapat ko mag-jowa din. Tapos pinapatugtog pa oldies na love song sa stereo ni manong.
Talaga namang patok na patok ang Valentine's ngayong taon ha.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Teromantico's Love Advice Episode 1
New Year’s Resolution for Love
Since it is 2013 already, let’s start the year right. And yes, I’m using the third person for your consideration.
New beginnings. Fresh start. Let’s choose a love that is conflict-free especially for us guys. Seriously, whose loss is it? The ratio of male vs. female in the whole world is not even with females dominating us. Let’s make them hunt us and let’s not go crazy with the idea of falling in love. We’ll find the right person. It’s a cliché but patience is a virtue. Look at me, I’m 23 already but I still don’t have any girlfriend. As if having one is a requirement in life. If ever we get ourselves in a relationship, let’s just make the most out of it.
Let’s not wait for a love that we’re not sure of. I mean, I know it’s worth taking the risk to wait but it’s an ocean out there. Let’s catch a bigger, fatter, yummier fish. For practical reason’s sake guys! In love, we invest a lot including money, time, effort and most importantly, emotions. It’s not bad to resort to traditional courting methods but there should be an assurance that courting a certain girl will reap us rewards. It’s not practical to test the water only finding yourself drowning because you don’t have further knowledge that it’s 20 feet deep.
Start a quest. Conquer the world. Party hard and meet new people. Let’s just be careful and let’s always put our guards up. The world is full of shitty people who have the capacity to hurt us. Learn how to be open to and be closed at the same time (I know it sounds weird, right?).
Finally, don’t be afraid to love a friend. I mean, friends are the safest people to have a romantic relationship with. With friends, we have a strong foundation and we really know them. We can also use this as a strategy like befriending someone first and courting her later on. Just be ready to get friendzoned (in Ramon Bautista’s term) if it did not work.
Since it is 2013 already, let’s start the year right. And yes, I’m using the third person for your consideration.
New beginnings. Fresh start. Let’s choose a love that is conflict-free especially for us guys. Seriously, whose loss is it? The ratio of male vs. female in the whole world is not even with females dominating us. Let’s make them hunt us and let’s not go crazy with the idea of falling in love. We’ll find the right person. It’s a cliché but patience is a virtue. Look at me, I’m 23 already but I still don’t have any girlfriend. As if having one is a requirement in life. If ever we get ourselves in a relationship, let’s just make the most out of it.
Let’s not wait for a love that we’re not sure of. I mean, I know it’s worth taking the risk to wait but it’s an ocean out there. Let’s catch a bigger, fatter, yummier fish. For practical reason’s sake guys! In love, we invest a lot including money, time, effort and most importantly, emotions. It’s not bad to resort to traditional courting methods but there should be an assurance that courting a certain girl will reap us rewards. It’s not practical to test the water only finding yourself drowning because you don’t have further knowledge that it’s 20 feet deep.
Start a quest. Conquer the world. Party hard and meet new people. Let’s just be careful and let’s always put our guards up. The world is full of shitty people who have the capacity to hurt us. Learn how to be open to and be closed at the same time (I know it sounds weird, right?).
Finally, don’t be afraid to love a friend. I mean, friends are the safest people to have a romantic relationship with. With friends, we have a strong foundation and we really know them. We can also use this as a strategy like befriending someone first and courting her later on. Just be ready to get friendzoned (in Ramon Bautista’s term) if it did not work.
Books books books
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I made a list of fiction novels I think I should read. I based it from a link I saw by The Guardian. Here are them:
1984 - George Orwell
Animal Farm - George Orwell
Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
Blindness - Jose Saramago
The Book of Job, Israel (600-400 BC)
The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Castle - Franz Kafka
Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Divine Comedy - Dante Alighieri
Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift
Hamlet - William Shakespeare
The Idiot - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Iliad - Homer
Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Mahabharata, India (c 500 BC)
Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
The Odyssey - Homer
Nostromo - Joseph Conrad
Oedipus the King - Sophocles
The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Othello - William Shakespeare
The Possessed - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
The Ramayana - Valmiki
Selected Stories - Anton Chekhov
The Sound of the Mountain - Yasunari Kawabata
The Stranger - Albert Camus
The Tale of Genji - Shikibuku Murasaki
Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe
The Trial - Franz Kafka
War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
Count of Monte Cristo - Alexander Dumas
Some of these I have possession already (some I borrowed and some I bought). Some of these also, I was able to read already like 100 Years of Solitude, The Stranger and Oedipus the King.
Here’s the link for your reference:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2002/may/08/books.booksnews?fb=optOut
Monday, December 31, 2012
2012 going 2013
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.
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.
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.
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