Frustration: such word I hate but is just an inextricably a part of me. Can I do something about it?
G.S. Boy playmates abused my innocence. School friends didn't think I belong with them. Buried myself in the boring world of books and notes.
H.S. Left out by my girl group in school. Never wanted to be in a girl group again. I find it overbearing. Joined with the guys.
College. Broke my trust by the biggest, coolest group in class where I once belonged. Never had a peer group ever since.
Finance: My P1000 lost (coz of unpaid dept by my OWN FAMILY). I didn't even had my hair trimmed and relaxed. I won't lend my money EVER AGAIN. They're abusing my kindness.
Debut: I wanted it a formal one to be held in the *Full House-like function house by the lake in Ninoy Aquino Parks and Wildlife in Q.C. I wanted my gown to look like a flowing dress of blue and green. I wanted to be all made up even just once. But as the day approached, I just realized that it would never happen.
*from the Korean drama in GMA
It turned out to be a not well-prepared buffet at home. And I became the waitress.
Acad: Why did I let myself fail that Algebra??? I've paid HALF the price of it by taking a special class. Next summer I'll take Trigo (the subject in which Algeb's the prereq).
END NOTE: I dunno.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The Proust Questionnaire
featured by buji babiera
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
- Contentment. When you become contented with the good things you already have, you won't have to seek more. You'll be happy, and happiness may just become ALMOST perfect.
What is your greatest fear?
- Fear of being rejected/left out/misunderstood/not understood at all
- Fear of being rejected/left out/misunderstood/not understood at all
Which living person do you most admire?
- My boyfriend. He can be so effortlessly friendly and approachable (he's also good in Math and in computers) while with just a word I can make others hate me.
- My boyfriend. He can be so effortlessly friendly and approachable (he's also good in Math and in computers) while with just a word I can make others hate me.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
- The trait of not thinking that we are responsible for other people (strangers, distant relatives, etc). I mean, why just be good to those close to you???
- The trait of not thinking that we are responsible for other people (strangers, distant relatives, etc). I mean, why just be good to those close to you???
What is your greatest extravagance?
-Wearing dangling earrings and make up on perfectly ordinary days. Sometimes, material things can make me feel beautiful and accepted.
-Wearing dangling earrings and make up on perfectly ordinary days. Sometimes, material things can make me feel beautiful and accepted.
What is your favorite journey?
- Journey from home to UST and back. This is the only way for me to learn those social skills I should have developed in childhood and high school.
- Journey from home to UST and back. This is the only way for me to learn those social skills I should have developed in childhood and high school.
On what occasion do you lie?
- When I don't want my wretched emotions known.
Which living person do you most despise?
- People who just don't think that they are responsible for other people. So ibig sabihin marami akong kagalit: some family members, classmates now and then, friends, neighbors, acquaintances, sometimes even myself.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
- Ewan and I don't know. (No, these are the words.)
What is your greatest regret?
- Trusting friends/would-be friends too soon.
Where and when were you the happiest?
- Sometimes with my boyfriend, sometimes when doing silly senti stuffs.
- Sometimes with my boyfriend, sometimes when doing silly senti stuffs.
What is your current state of mind?
- I wanna devour the contents of our college books.
- I wanna devour the contents of our college books.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
- Introversion and wariness. These two hinder me from growing up.
- Introversion and wariness. These two hinder me from growing up.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
- To prove once in a while that I'm no-brainer. (hai, sobrang baba na tingin ko sa sarili ko eh, I'm so clumsy talaga)
- To prove once in a while that I'm no-brainer. (hai, sobrang baba na tingin ko sa sarili ko eh, I'm so clumsy talaga)
If you were to die and comeback as a person or a thing, what would it be?
- A reincarnated me. Aayusin ko buhay ko from DAY ONE (hahaha).
- A reincarnated me. Aayusin ko buhay ko from DAY ONE (hahaha).
What is your most treasured possession?
- Those few person who still think that I'm part of their lives.
- Those few person who still think that I'm part of their lives.
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
- Being alone. that feeling sucks the purpose of existence out of one's life.
- Being alone. that feeling sucks the purpose of existence out of one's life.
Where would you like to live?
- On the umblemished places of my country, where I could just be myself.
- On the umblemished places of my country, where I could just be myself.
What is your favorite occupation?
- Well, I wanna be a college prof. I'm not that smart myself, but I have this drive to excel academically and share my knowledge to the future generations. I'll influence them in such a way that if I can't do something to change the future of the country, I'll make sure they will. And if my parents want me to work abroad, I'll be a preschool teacher (in-demand till 2011 ata, haha)
- Well, I wanna be a college prof. I'm not that smart myself, but I have this drive to excel academically and share my knowledge to the future generations. I'll influence them in such a way that if I can't do something to change the future of the country, I'll make sure they will. And if my parents want me to work abroad, I'll be a preschool teacher (in-demand till 2011 ata, haha)
What is your most marked characteristic?
- anatomy: mole on my face (bangaw/ piece of chocolate daw) - other things??? I dunno. Maybe being opinionated, making myself looking strong, and helping my few friends if possible
- anatomy: mole on my face (bangaw/ piece of chocolate daw) - other things??? I dunno. Maybe being opinionated, making myself looking strong, and helping my few friends if possible
What is the quality you like most in a man?
- gentleman qualities
- gentleman qualities
Who are your favorite writers?
-JK Rowling, Mitch Albom,Nick Joaquin, yeah...
-JK Rowling, Mitch Albom,Nick Joaquin, yeah...
Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
-Dr. Gregory House. Very masungit (snobbish) eh. But despite his weirdness,I know he does his work to save others
-Dr. Gregory House. Very masungit (snobbish) eh. But despite his weirdness,I know he does his work to save others
Who are your heroes in real life?
- My parents. Very industrious. See, even now that my father doesn't work anymore, with his bank savings we, remaining 4 children, can still finish college.
- My parents. Very industrious. See, even now that my father doesn't work anymore, with his bank savings we, remaining 4 children, can still finish college.
What is that you most dislike?
- Many aspects of myself and people who just don't think that they are responsible for other people, dishonesty, infidelity. corruption.
- Many aspects of myself and people who just don't think that they are responsible for other people, dishonesty, infidelity. corruption.
How would you like to die?
- I imagine myself dying coz of an incurable disease. I'll take my last vacation in Bora or in a Caramoan(in Camarines Sur) beach. On a starry night, I'll leave the comfort of the house/hotel or inn room and wander on the shores. I'll do it every night till death seize me.
- I imagine myself dying coz of an incurable disease. I'll take my last vacation in Bora or in a Caramoan(in Camarines Sur) beach. On a starry night, I'll leave the comfort of the house/hotel or inn room and wander on the shores. I'll do it every night till death seize me.
What is your motto?
- Honestly I don't have a motto. Maybe this principle can be considered as a motto:If I can't change the future, I'll make sure THEY will.
- Honestly I don't have a motto. Maybe this principle can be considered as a motto:If I can't change the future, I'll make sure THEY will.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Seemingly Unfazed By My Own Mediocrity
That's what they might have unconsciously perceived of me.
faze n. disturb the composure of
mediocrity n. state of being not good (enough)
One of my problems. Long-time problem. Might be MY GREATEST.
How come?
I spent my middle childhood and adolescence inside the comfort zone of our home.
On that critical/sensitive period, I didn't learn socialization, good interpersonal relationships, group communication and show of emotion PROPERLY. I can't handle being in a peer group. So I truly belong to none of them.
Obviously, I LACK EXPERIENCE.
And even inside the home, I'm like an alien to my siblings. So different from them.
Even more different from my cousins. I'm this homebuddy... a nerd, sometimes a "house helper" (helping Mom do the household chores that I know how to do like sweeping and scrubbing the floor...)
You know what I mean? Well, it's alright that I'm a nerd and a "house-helper" inside the home.
But outside, I don't know who I am. I don't know how I would break the ice. I don't what's in and out in fashion, sports (In HS, I don't know what's UAAP, pathetic.), TV (PBB??? I don't know what makes it tick. Honestly, they're just like spying on the occupants of a house), music (Emo? Pls. define. And what makes someone EMO?), technology (Wow, what's that? It's DOTA. Oh, I'm sorry... Nice iPhone, I don' know how to play Snake with this keypad-less thingy.)...the list is endless.
I'm a nerd. Yes I am. I devour my books. Literally, my fave books are all looking battered. Wrong handling, I suppose. But I don't know the know-how's of this world. I'm just a mediocre person. Worse, I'm already an adult (18)...still I'm terrified when our car halted in the middle of the road inside the tunnel in Ayala. Still, I'm afraid to learn new stuffs...like making adobo or ride a scooter. I'm afraid to date people, even acquaintances. I'm afraid to venture outside our school campus. I have to gain as much experience as what I should have accumulated during those period from Grade4 to Fourth Year HS. And The weird thing is, I have to learn alone. So scary.
Yes, I'm mediocre. But what makes it worst is my expression.
I look aloof. Snob. Thinks highly of myself. Might be my defense mechanism to hide my inferiority.
And honestly, why I do that is because I don't know how to react properly in a particular situation. Not crying in my lola's funeral. Laughing "pilit" though I know myself that something is obviously hilarious. Cracking a corny joke with a frown, imagine that! As if I'm just a robot in human flesh and blood and bones. I look "ewan" at times. Oblivious to what's happening to my environment. Speaking words which hurt. Doing things in a haywire. As if my programs are full of viruses and my CPU is malfunctioning. Not really detectable. My composure is still there. I don't look troubled. Only serious. My problem is seen by others as loss of concentration or selective attention, slow reaction, no reaction, indifference, pride, mediocrity (yes, I finally found the exact word)...
But I'm still human...in another sense. That I'm easily hurt. That I sometimes express myself in exaggerated ways. That I'm inferior to try even the most banal of things. That I need help. That I need people who can see through me. That while others see me with my chin up, I, on the other hand, am looking down on myself.
faze n. disturb the composure of
mediocrity n. state of being not good (enough)
One of my problems. Long-time problem. Might be MY GREATEST.
How come?
I spent my middle childhood and adolescence inside the comfort zone of our home.
On that critical/sensitive period, I didn't learn socialization, good interpersonal relationships, group communication and show of emotion PROPERLY. I can't handle being in a peer group. So I truly belong to none of them.
Obviously, I LACK EXPERIENCE.
And even inside the home, I'm like an alien to my siblings. So different from them.
Even more different from my cousins. I'm this homebuddy... a nerd, sometimes a "house helper" (helping Mom do the household chores that I know how to do like sweeping and scrubbing the floor...)
You know what I mean? Well, it's alright that I'm a nerd and a "house-helper" inside the home.
But outside, I don't know who I am. I don't know how I would break the ice. I don't what's in and out in fashion, sports (In HS, I don't know what's UAAP, pathetic.), TV (PBB??? I don't know what makes it tick. Honestly, they're just like spying on the occupants of a house), music (Emo? Pls. define. And what makes someone EMO?), technology (Wow, what's that? It's DOTA. Oh, I'm sorry... Nice iPhone, I don' know how to play Snake with this keypad-less thingy.)...the list is endless.
I'm a nerd. Yes I am. I devour my books. Literally, my fave books are all looking battered. Wrong handling, I suppose. But I don't know the know-how's of this world. I'm just a mediocre person. Worse, I'm already an adult (18)...still I'm terrified when our car halted in the middle of the road inside the tunnel in Ayala. Still, I'm afraid to learn new stuffs...like making adobo or ride a scooter. I'm afraid to date people, even acquaintances. I'm afraid to venture outside our school campus. I have to gain as much experience as what I should have accumulated during those period from Grade4 to Fourth Year HS. And The weird thing is, I have to learn alone. So scary.
Yes, I'm mediocre. But what makes it worst is my expression.
I look aloof. Snob. Thinks highly of myself. Might be my defense mechanism to hide my inferiority.
And honestly, why I do that is because I don't know how to react properly in a particular situation. Not crying in my lola's funeral. Laughing "pilit" though I know myself that something is obviously hilarious. Cracking a corny joke with a frown, imagine that! As if I'm just a robot in human flesh and blood and bones. I look "ewan" at times. Oblivious to what's happening to my environment. Speaking words which hurt. Doing things in a haywire. As if my programs are full of viruses and my CPU is malfunctioning. Not really detectable. My composure is still there. I don't look troubled. Only serious. My problem is seen by others as loss of concentration or selective attention, slow reaction, no reaction, indifference, pride, mediocrity (yes, I finally found the exact word)...
But I'm still human...in another sense. That I'm easily hurt. That I sometimes express myself in exaggerated ways. That I'm inferior to try even the most banal of things. That I need help. That I need people who can see through me. That while others see me with my chin up, I, on the other hand, am looking down on myself.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Eighteen...and Still Holding a Pop
I just turned eighteen last Feb. 18. The night before, we ate, talked, sang, opened gifts, etc. But I slept early because I don't want to be late in my 7AM English class.
Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! 6AM. I woke up when the service had just passed by the bakery where I would wait for it. Waaah. New start. "SAYA..." Still I celebrated my exact birth date (Feb. 18 at 3PM) with someone I dearly love.
OKAY. Done with the past.
Now I tell the whole world, I AM STILL WHO I AM.
According to chronology, I'm eighteen.
According to the law, I'm entitled to have a driver's license, to be married without parental consent, to vote for the new batch of corrupt politicians, etc. etc.
According to the Phil. society, I am an ADULT. Oh c'mon, I don't look like one.
But still, I'm still a child at heart.
Oblivious to many things in the world.
Intentionally using my selective attention to its fullest gear.
Coz I'm still not ready to face the world.
The harsh reality of this adult world.
The responsibilities of being an adult.
I'm still trying not to care about many things coz I don't want the remaining part of me to be corrupted fully.
By lies, pretension, unequal diffusion of responsibility, nonchalance, etc.
I am still a child who literally and figuratively still hold on to my cola-flavored Magic Pop.
A child whose principles are slowly tested by practicality.
You may not agree with me...but when you turn eighteen, it is nothing for you.
Nothing or something.
I'm my case, it's a BIG change.
Coz because of this number,. I AM FORCED TO ACT AN ADULT. SOMETHING THAT I DETEST.
Because when you turn to an adult, the sheer volume of responsibility for yourself and for others may either regress you into a child again, or make you quite insensitive.
Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! 6AM. I woke up when the service had just passed by the bakery where I would wait for it. Waaah. New start. "SAYA..." Still I celebrated my exact birth date (Feb. 18 at 3PM) with someone I dearly love.
OKAY. Done with the past.
Now I tell the whole world, I AM STILL WHO I AM.
According to chronology, I'm eighteen.
According to the law, I'm entitled to have a driver's license, to be married without parental consent, to vote for the new batch of corrupt politicians, etc. etc.
According to the Phil. society, I am an ADULT. Oh c'mon, I don't look like one.
But still, I'm still a child at heart.
Oblivious to many things in the world.
Intentionally using my selective attention to its fullest gear.
Coz I'm still not ready to face the world.
The harsh reality of this adult world.
The responsibilities of being an adult.
I'm still trying not to care about many things coz I don't want the remaining part of me to be corrupted fully.
By lies, pretension, unequal diffusion of responsibility, nonchalance, etc.
I am still a child who literally and figuratively still hold on to my cola-flavored Magic Pop.
A child whose principles are slowly tested by practicality.
You may not agree with me...but when you turn eighteen, it is nothing for you.
Nothing or something.
I'm my case, it's a BIG change.
Coz because of this number,. I AM FORCED TO ACT AN ADULT. SOMETHING THAT I DETEST.
Because when you turn to an adult, the sheer volume of responsibility for yourself and for others may either regress you into a child again, or make you quite insensitive.
Magic Pop Noon, Chupa-cHups Ngayon
Life at eighteen changes EVERYTHING.
I've changed my pop-preferences LITERALLY.
Metaphorically, choices seem to have changed, too. My preferences.
I've grown into this lazy cat who wants to prefer that road not less traveled,
to escape when it's boring already (I didn't attend my Logic classes three times, BUT returned to the adjacent room to attend Theology.),
to stay late NOT to study but to hold Q&A with my bestfriend.
I've tried to grow up (with no success...)
Still...
I am who I am, your opinion isn't desired nor required. (www.glitterbell.com)
This is still wrong, perhaps. Coz we need to grow up. Stand up with nobody's aiding you and face the world chin up (and without a pop dangling between the lips).
And now, I'm slowly....painstakingly letting go of the multiflavored Magic Pops of my past 18 years....the past hurts...past loves(infatuations, to be exact)...bad memos that must have been long gone had I let them fall from my hands.
And now prefer my CHUPA-CHUPS: the Good Side of College, A Year of Love, A Prayer for a Friend Answered...Life Life Life though it's still kinda suicidal.
I've changed my pop-preferences LITERALLY.
Metaphorically, choices seem to have changed, too. My preferences.
I've grown into this lazy cat who wants to prefer that road not less traveled,
to escape when it's boring already (I didn't attend my Logic classes three times, BUT returned to the adjacent room to attend Theology.),
to stay late NOT to study but to hold Q&A with my bestfriend.
I've tried to grow up (with no success...)
Still...
I am who I am, your opinion isn't desired nor required. (www.glitterbell.com)
This is still wrong, perhaps. Coz we need to grow up. Stand up with nobody's aiding you and face the world chin up (and without a pop dangling between the lips).
And now, I'm slowly....painstakingly letting go of the multiflavored Magic Pops of my past 18 years....the past hurts...past loves(infatuations, to be exact)...bad memos that must have been long gone had I let them fall from my hands.
And now prefer my CHUPA-CHUPS: the Good Side of College, A Year of Love, A Prayer for a Friend Answered...Life Life Life though it's still kinda suicidal.
Monday, February 11, 2008
1Psy-1 Clique-ster
Kung sa 1P1 2007-2008 ay napapabilang ka, kapansin-pansin ang mga grupo-grupo na bumubuo nito. Makikita mo na maaaring member ka ng ISANG grupo lamang, napapabilang sa dalawa o higit pa, o tsugi ka pala (hindi mo pa alam). Masasabing ang bawat clique ay may mga katangiang naiiba sa iba pang mga clique. Ang clique ang barkada mo, cheatmates mo, sources mo, atbp. Kaya mahirap talaga pag wala kang ka-clique sa P1...
Coz pag wala kang clique sa P1-----OUT KA!
(terrible, indeed...)
HALIMAWS aka The Cum Laudes
Can't remember na kung bakit ito ang unang tinawag sa kanila.
In fact... mga D.L. wannabes sila.
Mga future cum laude...
In fact may D.L. na sa amin.
Sila and mga taong matatalino pero hindi nerd
Tahimik pero matinik
Sila ang mga taong nagkukunwari pang hirap daw sa subject
pero ang mga grades ay niruruler na lang (puro uno eh).
Para sa ibang P1, sila ang mga sumalo ng bukas-palad (Oblation-style ba ito???) sa karunungang isinabog ng Maykapal.
Kahit sa exams ay mukhang cool pa rin sila.
F4
Pasyensya na...wala akong maisip na pwedeng itawag sa kanila eh....
Bakit F4????
Kasi apat sila.
At nakakatuwa na kasama nila ang isang future D.L.
At ang tatlong ito ay talagang mga lalaki ang kilos...
Pala-DOTA, nag-iinuman on special occasions, etc.
At least naman hindi sila irreg noh....
The ELITE
Sila ang mga mayayaman.
Mga mahilig sa party at out of town vacations.
May sariling kotse ang mga lalaki, kung hindi man marunong mag-drive.
Kumakain sa Ice Monster at HotShots ng USTe.
Isa sa kanila may iPhone pa (mukha kaming mga tagabundok na di marunong mag-Snake sa keypad-less iPhone na 'yan, haha!)
Marami sa kanila ang irreg ngayon gaya ko(Math kasi eh...)
The Gurlz
Malaki-laking grupo ito ng mga girls sa amin na masasabi nating typical Filipina teenagers.
Hindi masyado kikay,
masayahin, palapasyal,
nagdadamayan pati sa pangongopya ng assign. at paggawa ng project.
Sila ang mga down-to-earth na mga tao sa section namin.
Average ang grades but at least halos lahat sila regular students.
The MOST PROMINENT GROUP
Sila ang pinakainfluencial
pinakaboisterous
pinakahyperactive group sa P1
The largest group din ito kasi almost all members ng Cum Laudes and the Elites ay identified din sa group na ito
Mahahaba ang galamay nila.
Very clannish.
At talagang pag P1, sila ang mapapansin kaagad.
And it is really showing na clannish and "clique-ish" ang 1Psy-1 2007-2008.
Coz pag wala kang clique sa P1-----OUT KA!
(terrible, indeed...)
HALIMAWS aka The Cum Laudes
Can't remember na kung bakit ito ang unang tinawag sa kanila.
In fact... mga D.L. wannabes sila.
Mga future cum laude...
In fact may D.L. na sa amin.
Sila and mga taong matatalino pero hindi nerd
Tahimik pero matinik
Sila ang mga taong nagkukunwari pang hirap daw sa subject
pero ang mga grades ay niruruler na lang (puro uno eh).
Para sa ibang P1, sila ang mga sumalo ng bukas-palad (Oblation-style ba ito???) sa karunungang isinabog ng Maykapal.
Kahit sa exams ay mukhang cool pa rin sila.
F4
Pasyensya na...wala akong maisip na pwedeng itawag sa kanila eh....
Bakit F4????
Kasi apat sila.
At nakakatuwa na kasama nila ang isang future D.L.
At ang tatlong ito ay talagang mga lalaki ang kilos...
Pala-DOTA, nag-iinuman on special occasions, etc.
At least naman hindi sila irreg noh....
The ELITE
Sila ang mga mayayaman.
Mga mahilig sa party at out of town vacations.
May sariling kotse ang mga lalaki, kung hindi man marunong mag-drive.
Kumakain sa Ice Monster at HotShots ng USTe.
Isa sa kanila may iPhone pa (mukha kaming mga tagabundok na di marunong mag-Snake sa keypad-less iPhone na 'yan, haha!)
Marami sa kanila ang irreg ngayon gaya ko(Math kasi eh...)
The Gurlz
Malaki-laking grupo ito ng mga girls sa amin na masasabi nating typical Filipina teenagers.
Hindi masyado kikay,
masayahin, palapasyal,
nagdadamayan pati sa pangongopya ng assign. at paggawa ng project.
Sila ang mga down-to-earth na mga tao sa section namin.
Average ang grades but at least halos lahat sila regular students.
The MOST PROMINENT GROUP
Sila ang pinakainfluencial
pinakaboisterous
pinakahyperactive group sa P1
The largest group din ito kasi almost all members ng Cum Laudes and the Elites ay identified din sa group na ito
Mahahaba ang galamay nila.
Very clannish.
At talagang pag P1, sila ang mapapansin kaagad.
And it is really showing na clannish and "clique-ish" ang 1Psy-1 2007-2008.
Time to Type Idly...what happened last friday and today, monday.
2:39:21 PM
Felt like typing idly.
Stopped researching (fed up with it).
This is the first day of the Science Week 2008.
Can't F-E-E-L it!!!
Or maybe just because I won't go to the exhibits.
M' only damned friend thinks it's corny...childish...nerdy.
Now he's on a date and I'm left here to do what a nerd loves:
Study-slash-research-slash-blogging-slash-texting-slash-listening to music (well, a while ago)
Boring, haha... (stops...thinks this blog's trash...)
Basta kaninang umaga, before 6:13AM kami umalis ni kuya.
Aba siya ang may trabaho, ako pa inutangan ng PhP65, hanep 'yun.
May isang jeep pa pala na naghihintay na mapuno...umalis...
dumating NLEX...traffic...almost an hour usad-linta.
Dahil pala sa 3 vehicular accidents sa NLEX bet. Valenzuela and Balintawak.
Meron pa ngang 5 tatanga-tangang drivers na ang kanilang mga sasakyan eh talaga nga namang humarang pa sa daan, magaling 3x, imbis na 30min. early ako eh naging 30 min. late pa.
At ang opening program ng Sci. Week ay isang nakaka-nosebleed na lecture from a marine biologist/biochemist from UPD Marine Sciences Institute. Sa ppt niyang puro figures ng compounds at schematic representations ng mga viruses, si Dean Sevilla at mga chem and microbio professors lang ata ang nakakaintindi. At least alam ko na ang lecture ay tungkol sa paghahanap nila ng pancarcinogenic cure at vaccine for all types of strains of influenza.
At sabi nang may date 'tong friend ko eh... noong friday sa Aristocrat sila kumain. PhP504 lang naman ang ginastos nila...PhP60+ po ang ice tea..ehem, so di ba ang gastos nila? Parang kami ng special someone ko, hindi na nagsawa sa KFC sa Carpark. Ako pala ang hindi nagsasawa... sana may Kenny Rogers na malapit dito...
.s.t.o.p.
.e.n.d.
Felt like typing idly.
Stopped researching (fed up with it).
This is the first day of the Science Week 2008.
Can't F-E-E-L it!!!
Or maybe just because I won't go to the exhibits.
M' only damned friend thinks it's corny...childish...nerdy.
Now he's on a date and I'm left here to do what a nerd loves:
Study-slash-research-slash-blogging-slash-texting-slash-listening to music (well, a while ago)
Boring, haha... (stops...thinks this blog's trash...)
Basta kaninang umaga, before 6:13AM kami umalis ni kuya.
Aba siya ang may trabaho, ako pa inutangan ng PhP65, hanep 'yun.
May isang jeep pa pala na naghihintay na mapuno...umalis...
dumating NLEX...traffic...almost an hour usad-linta.
Dahil pala sa 3 vehicular accidents sa NLEX bet. Valenzuela and Balintawak.
Meron pa ngang 5 tatanga-tangang drivers na ang kanilang mga sasakyan eh talaga nga namang humarang pa sa daan, magaling 3x, imbis na 30min. early ako eh naging 30 min. late pa.
At ang opening program ng Sci. Week ay isang nakaka-nosebleed na lecture from a marine biologist/biochemist from UPD Marine Sciences Institute. Sa ppt niyang puro figures ng compounds at schematic representations ng mga viruses, si Dean Sevilla at mga chem and microbio professors lang ata ang nakakaintindi. At least alam ko na ang lecture ay tungkol sa paghahanap nila ng pancarcinogenic cure at vaccine for all types of strains of influenza.
At sabi nang may date 'tong friend ko eh... noong friday sa Aristocrat sila kumain. PhP504 lang naman ang ginastos nila...PhP60+ po ang ice tea..ehem, so di ba ang gastos nila? Parang kami ng special someone ko, hindi na nagsawa sa KFC sa Carpark. Ako pala ang hindi nagsasawa... sana may Kenny Rogers na malapit dito...
.s.t.o.p.
.e.n.d.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
The Laughables
My teachers are not only weird, but also funny. Here are some "whatever" thingies they have said in class:
Ma'am Vergara: 'Yung SARS...S-I-R...saka 'yung CowHead Disease...
(Mad Cow Disease po...)
Ma'am Vergara: Alam niyo ba ang Florante at La-u-wa, hah???
Ma'am Ong: And then there's the 'bongga-cious' entrance of Claudius...
But then the major source of "stipulative" definitions and "imaginary" terms is our Logic Prof:
"Essence is the whatness of things."
"The essence of the crocophant is a cross-breed between a crocodile and an elephant."
"Baka basahin n'yo 'tong chemistry ng 'tsemistri'. "
"Okay, let's not problematize that."
"Define comes from the words FINE...fee-neh ah...FINIS...and FIN, which means END.
So DEFINE MEANS DE-END."
Next time I must pay attention more to what they say...
Ma'am Vergara: 'Yung SARS...S-I-R...saka 'yung CowHead Disease...
(Mad Cow Disease po...)
Ma'am Vergara: Alam niyo ba ang Florante at La-u-wa, hah???
Ma'am Ong: And then there's the 'bongga-cious' entrance of Claudius...
But then the major source of "stipulative" definitions and "imaginary" terms is our Logic Prof:
"Essence is the whatness of things."
"The essence of the crocophant is a cross-breed between a crocodile and an elephant."
"Baka basahin n'yo 'tong chemistry ng 'tsemistri'. "
"Okay, let's not problematize that."
"Define comes from the words FINE...fee-neh ah...FINIS...and FIN, which means END.
So DEFINE MEANS DE-END."
Next time I must pay attention more to what they say...
The Teaching System
No..the real title is "Okrador", hahaha
but I'm just protecting myself from scrutiny so I think I must think of a reason why it is the title.
One: This is about my teachers...
Two: My teachers are boring...well just a few...and I don't like the teaching.
I do understand their TRADITIONAL WAY of teaching...
But HELLOOOOOH, each Psych student pays around PhP 3,000 per sem as fee for a three-unit subject alone.
I have 29 Units of subjects... so that would be around PhP 21,000 (I'm sorry I don't wanna calculate it'll take too much time haha I hate even simple arithmetic....).
I wouldn't pay that for teachers who:
...I don't see much in class.
(So, ganoon ba kamahal ang presensya nila?)
Except if the teacher is very good...very intellectual.
That alone will compensate...like Sir Gonzaga.
He knows well what he is teaching.
...Those who don't even use the PC's and the built-in LCD of the room.
(Eh di decoration lang 'yung mga 'yun???)
Well except for the teacher who is a walking book already.
Like Sir de Guzman. In Nuroanatomy we subsisted only on his lecture. No multimedia, just his drawings of the parts of the CNS. Still the best.
...Those who want US to teach ourselves through reports. (Nagbabayad ba kami para i-grade kami sa reporting?)
Sir Gonzaga and Ma'am Cris are examples of those teachers who loves class reportings.
Still they supplement the reports with thorough examples and clarifications.
Those are interactive. Those are alright. Except this one:
Well I know another teacher who bases h_ _ quizzes and exams on our reports. (hai...galing...)
...Those who would only go to class to chat with us.
OMG naman...
But I wouldn't mention those who failed us... but the good profs must be given due merit.
All the Psych teachers.
The Filipino teacher who loves talking. Patay di makatapos ng isang chapter in three meetings. But AT LEAST SHE TOTALLY EXPOUNDS ON THE TOPIC.
There's someone whom I do not like her style.
This teacher has the most number of critics...
This teacher's nice BUT I hope she teaches properly from now on.
Even the book of that teacher is erroneous.
The subject is notoriously boring but it can be transformed into something more interesting. What is the use of the LCD? Tsk..tsk... "Sayang..."
Okay maybe that's it... I hope I wouldn't encounter those kind of teachers in the future.
but I'm just protecting myself from scrutiny so I think I must think of a reason why it is the title.
One: This is about my teachers...
Two: My teachers are boring...well just a few...and I don't like the teaching.
I do understand their TRADITIONAL WAY of teaching...
But HELLOOOOOH, each Psych student pays around PhP 3,000 per sem as fee for a three-unit subject alone.
I have 29 Units of subjects... so that would be around PhP 21,000 (I'm sorry I don't wanna calculate it'll take too much time haha I hate even simple arithmetic....).
I wouldn't pay that for teachers who:
...I don't see much in class.
(So, ganoon ba kamahal ang presensya nila?)
Except if the teacher is very good...very intellectual.
That alone will compensate...like Sir Gonzaga.
He knows well what he is teaching.
...Those who don't even use the PC's and the built-in LCD of the room.
(Eh di decoration lang 'yung mga 'yun???)
Well except for the teacher who is a walking book already.
Like Sir de Guzman. In Nuroanatomy we subsisted only on his lecture. No multimedia, just his drawings of the parts of the CNS. Still the best.
...Those who want US to teach ourselves through reports. (Nagbabayad ba kami para i-grade kami sa reporting?)
Sir Gonzaga and Ma'am Cris are examples of those teachers who loves class reportings.
Still they supplement the reports with thorough examples and clarifications.
Those are interactive. Those are alright. Except this one:
Well I know another teacher who bases h_ _ quizzes and exams on our reports. (hai...galing...)
...Those who would only go to class to chat with us.
OMG naman...
But I wouldn't mention those who failed us... but the good profs must be given due merit.
All the Psych teachers.
The Filipino teacher who loves talking. Patay di makatapos ng isang chapter in three meetings. But AT LEAST SHE TOTALLY EXPOUNDS ON THE TOPIC.
There's someone whom I do not like her style.
This teacher has the most number of critics...
This teacher's nice BUT I hope she teaches properly from now on.
Even the book of that teacher is erroneous.
The subject is notoriously boring but it can be transformed into something more interesting. What is the use of the LCD? Tsk..tsk... "Sayang..."
Okay maybe that's it... I hope I wouldn't encounter those kind of teachers in the future.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Musings...
1. When you enter the BREAK-UP Hotel, you'd see on its mirror TWO FACES:
First...A face who smiles and fakes it.
Second...A face who frowns and shows it.
In just one environment I saw both.
One is a cheerful, optimistic and neutral person
First...A face who smiles and fakes it.
Second...A face who frowns and shows it.
In just one environment I saw both.
One is a cheerful, optimistic and neutral person
who spends time doing her responsibilities and talking to his boyfriend on the phone.
I should have warned her. Her boyfriend's status and age are telltale signs.
I just once told her "Be careful when the fourth month comes".
Then she started sending heart-breaking text quotes.
And now she isn't neutral anymore...she belongs now to a group...
Then she started sending heart-breaking text quotes.
And now she isn't neutral anymore...she belongs now to a group...
she's still optimistic...she still smiles...her fantasy is gone.
"My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feelings was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry"
Then there's this girl...she belongs to the socialites' circle...very kikay and nice person...
"My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feelings was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry"
Then there's this girl...she belongs to the socialites' circle...very kikay and nice person...
I could still remember her sweetest smiles whenever she would tell me of this somebody who would give her "kilig to the max".
One day...I lose track of what was happening...then I just noticed her gloom.
Now...she doesn't even smile always anymore...
One day...I lose track of what was happening...then I just noticed her gloom.
Now...she doesn't even smile always anymore...
her genuine smiles and laughs are snatched away by the jerk.
Curse the guy,whoever it is.
That is the downside of love. So be careful in choosing.
Choose not based on superficial reasons...but on the ultimate ones.
Do not enter a relationship just for the sake or heck of it.
It might just wreck both of you...your friendship...even yourself.
I tell you... it might affect you all your life.
2. There's the fairest weather after the storm.
After the tandem storms Mina and Lando wreaked havoc in this Philippines, I just woke up to see the clearest sky that I ever saw this year. It was cloudless; it was just a whole span of heavenly blue hue, like staring at a baby's large clear blue irises in his eyes. And the northeastern monsoon bringing the coolest winds of the year.
The moral? It goes like "There's a rainbow always after the rain."
I mean, when you experience something painful, unpleasant, forgettable...just remember that something beautiful will eventually come to your life. When you're hurt, you may not understand what I mean. Give yourself time. Then you'll eventually discover what is that good thing in your life.
3. Love still turns the world around...even makes it upside-down.
I never thought this friend of mine in college will be softened by this four-letter word. We would still reminisce about that moment when he told me about "her" and I reacted with a loud half-disbelieving, half-surprised "AANOOOOOOOOOHHHH?!?!?!?!?!
One Monday morning at Ate Eva's (UST Main Bldg. Fourth Fl. Branch), I learned that while I was agonizing over my corporal punishment for gluttony (a.k.a. throwing up+diarrhea+loss of electrolytes+stomachache), he was satiating his need for "love". HAHA! I never thought he would soon feel that mushy feeling. Mushy, mushy feeling...He was such a toughie person, an atheist-wanna-be, then he would be jelly-legged and too emotional whenever he remember a secret that was disclosed to him.
So, everyday I could see the power of love being exercised on this big big confused guy. And my perception of him is also radically changed. How could such a toughie person be soooooooo affected with one single secret? Such mysteries of love and life.
Therefore...I conclude: never ever judge a person too soon. Just as our Logic teacher has told us: "When you judge someone, you stop knowing that person."
Hmm...phenomenological statement.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
The Worst Pizza Experience
Nov. 22, 2007 (written in Filipino)
Nasunod din ang layaw ko: Pizza&Ice Cream ang pamblow-out sa akin ni Natz. Sa 25 kasi birthday niya.
After our Thursday class, may inasikaso pa ako for our softball team.
I joined Natz and Noel later sa Plaza Mayor...ako magtuturo kung nasaan ang Yellow Cab sa Lacson.
Pagdating doon, isang 10-inch. N.Y. Classic ang inorder ng b-day boy. Muntik nang makalimutan ang pistachio ice cream ko. Bumili na rin siya ng vanilla (sabi niya 'yon ang "the best" sa Yellow Cab) para paghatian nila ni Noel.
Solo ko 'yung pistachio. It tasted like bubblegum and I could feel the nuts in my mouth....weird...but still delectable.
And I also ate half the pizza. I didn't know why my stomach suddenly expanded to accomodate all the food inside. (naku Tag-Lish na pala "tinatayp" ko...)
Napagusapan rin namin ang tungkol sa upcoming date ni Natz sa isang babaeng nagngangalang......M.J.
Tinulungan namin siyang magplano...tigas ng ulo, sabi na'ng wag bracelet ibigay eh!
Bahala na...siya naman gagastos sa date eh.
Lagpas 2PM nang bumalik kami sa UST at nagpaalam na si Noel na papasok sa klase niya.
Kami naman ni Natz ay nagpunta sa Central Library Soc. Sci. Sec. para doon ako magreresearch at siya ay matutulog naman. (Natural nang bangag na tao si Natz)
Past 5PM
Nasa small garden kami malapit sa TARC (Thomas Aquinas Research Center) at hinihintay ko ang service kong Innova habang umiinom ng orange Slurpee nang dumating ang pulang sasakyan at ako'y nagpaalam na sa aking kaibigan.
Pagdating sa bahay...6 pcs. of uraro cookies and 2 pcs. of otap (atip sa Lucena) lang ang kinain ko, saka ako natulog.
3AM
I woke up with my stomach making ungol.
Then I started throwing up, puking, vomiting, regurgitating(??)
Oh no... nagrerebolusyon ang tiyan ko...
Overfed na daw kasi
Lahat ng ipasok kong pagkain sa bibig ko, inilalabas ng bibig at ng excretory system ko.
Sprite na lang ang tubig.
Nanghihina ako, disoriented, dehydrated...
Ito ang corporal punishment ng GLUTTONY.
Dinalaw ako ni Marc at nanood na lamang ng Memoirs of A Geisha.
At habang enjoy na enjoy siya sa pagkain ng fave kong spaghetti at fried chicken, ilang subo lang kinain ko...baka sakaling hindi na ito ilabas ng tiyan ko.
MORAL SUPPORT ang tawag doon.
Bumili si Ma ng gamot. Nakakaawa na kasi ako.
Yung isang Jumbo hotdog na kinain ko ng around 6:30AM eh nailabas(threw up) ko pa ng 1PM.
2 small tablets lang ang makakapagpagaling sa'kin.
Buscopan at......basta.
Moral Lesson: gluttony is a no-no kahit fave food mo pa ang nakahain...
parang yaw ko na kumain ng pizza ulit....hai...
Nasunod din ang layaw ko: Pizza&Ice Cream ang pamblow-out sa akin ni Natz. Sa 25 kasi birthday niya.
After our Thursday class, may inasikaso pa ako for our softball team.
I joined Natz and Noel later sa Plaza Mayor...ako magtuturo kung nasaan ang Yellow Cab sa Lacson.
Pagdating doon, isang 10-inch. N.Y. Classic ang inorder ng b-day boy. Muntik nang makalimutan ang pistachio ice cream ko. Bumili na rin siya ng vanilla (sabi niya 'yon ang "the best" sa Yellow Cab) para paghatian nila ni Noel.
Solo ko 'yung pistachio. It tasted like bubblegum and I could feel the nuts in my mouth....weird...but still delectable.
And I also ate half the pizza. I didn't know why my stomach suddenly expanded to accomodate all the food inside. (naku Tag-Lish na pala "tinatayp" ko...)
Napagusapan rin namin ang tungkol sa upcoming date ni Natz sa isang babaeng nagngangalang......M.J.
Tinulungan namin siyang magplano...tigas ng ulo, sabi na'ng wag bracelet ibigay eh!
Bahala na...siya naman gagastos sa date eh.
Lagpas 2PM nang bumalik kami sa UST at nagpaalam na si Noel na papasok sa klase niya.
Kami naman ni Natz ay nagpunta sa Central Library Soc. Sci. Sec. para doon ako magreresearch at siya ay matutulog naman. (Natural nang bangag na tao si Natz)
Past 5PM
Nasa small garden kami malapit sa TARC (Thomas Aquinas Research Center) at hinihintay ko ang service kong Innova habang umiinom ng orange Slurpee nang dumating ang pulang sasakyan at ako'y nagpaalam na sa aking kaibigan.
Pagdating sa bahay...6 pcs. of uraro cookies and 2 pcs. of otap (atip sa Lucena) lang ang kinain ko, saka ako natulog.
3AM
I woke up with my stomach making ungol.
Then I started throwing up, puking, vomiting, regurgitating(??)
Oh no... nagrerebolusyon ang tiyan ko...
Overfed na daw kasi
Lahat ng ipasok kong pagkain sa bibig ko, inilalabas ng bibig at ng excretory system ko.
Sprite na lang ang tubig.
Nanghihina ako, disoriented, dehydrated...
Ito ang corporal punishment ng GLUTTONY.
Dinalaw ako ni Marc at nanood na lamang ng Memoirs of A Geisha.
At habang enjoy na enjoy siya sa pagkain ng fave kong spaghetti at fried chicken, ilang subo lang kinain ko...baka sakaling hindi na ito ilabas ng tiyan ko.
MORAL SUPPORT ang tawag doon.
Bumili si Ma ng gamot. Nakakaawa na kasi ako.
Yung isang Jumbo hotdog na kinain ko ng around 6:30AM eh nailabas(threw up) ko pa ng 1PM.
2 small tablets lang ang makakapagpagaling sa'kin.
Buscopan at......basta.
Moral Lesson: gluttony is a no-no kahit fave food mo pa ang nakahain...
parang yaw ko na kumain ng pizza ulit....hai...
Saturday, November 24, 2007
First Trip to Baguio
Nov. 1, 2007 Thursday
All Saint's Day
Most of us would visit their deceased loved ones on this day. Not our family. Our deceased were in Bataan and Bicol. So we went to Baguio. (????)
Our second-hand Hi-Lander was filled with food for the trip. At around 7:30AM, we left Meycauayan.
NLEX. Pampanga. Tarlac.Pangasinan...
We went to Our Lady of Manaog Shrine where we ate our packed lunch (fried chicken and cold rice) and bought really inexpensive bracelt and necklaces. I bought two necklaces for Marc and for myself. Mine was made of pink plastic flower beads. His was made of some sort of lustrous black metal beads. Both had crucifixes dangling from the necklaces.
La Union. Marcos Highway.
It was such a winding trip "up in the sky"!
The clouds seemed to caress the mountains.
Then after this long overpass at the side of the mountains, we finally saw a city civilization: Baguio.
So we drove on, not knowing where we were going...it was because it was OUR FIRST TIME TO ASCEND there. Mother had been there ONCE. And she wasn't familiar with the place. Father tried that steep narrow road down down...
I felt "It was wrong...."
Then my hunch was confirmed.
I saw that street sign: KENNON ROAD.
Oh God we were going back to Manila!
(False alarm: Going back to Manila via Kennon Road!)
We were able to go back to the heart of the city.
Father parked the Hi-Lander somewhere inside the Burnham Park. And we had a boat ride for only P100 (boat rentec for 40 min.+rower) at the 3-feet man-made lake.
Later, we checked in at the Ina Mansion Condo. 1st Floor. Unit 10.
It was claustrophobic. Kitchenette and dining area in one, a typical bathroom, a small T.V. area (just 1/4 of our living room at home), and three small bedrooms. Two had glass doors. I loved glass doors but not in this situation. I was spooked by those. I chose to be with my two sisters in one bedroom and sleep in a mattress on the floor than sleep on that room. My brother had that spooky room all for himself.
The water from the faucet was even colder than the water inside the ref!
And it was really cold...no electric fans or aircon.
FRIDAY
Itinerary:
Camp John Hay.
We were not able to ride horses.
The garden Amphitheater.
Nice garden THAT LOOKED LIKE AN AMPHITHEATER just beside the Bell House. Our voices boomed and echoed as my brother and I spoke inside the small pavillion at the heart of the garden. We were also the first visitors of the Bell House, the house of the American generals who took vacations in Baguio.
Outside we saw the wooden Totem Pole carved with the heads of important American officers during the American Occupation in the Philippines.
We trekked down and up the History Trail and saw the Secret Garden.
We also loved reading the tombstones at the Cemetery of Negativism.
An example of those was this (It's WHAT was REALLY WRITTEN THERE)
Mine View Park. A scenic view of the mountains!
WE saw The Mansion and parked beside the Wright Park. Kuya took a picture of The Mansion and of the long pool-like fountain beside the Wright Park.
Lunh at the aircon-less SM City Baguio.
LATE MORNING: WE started to descend via Marcos H-way. again... I saw the Naguillan Road. Took a long less traveled road to avoid traffic. "Raced" with new branded vehicles at NLEX, trash-talking about their slowness. Reached home at 4PM.
All Saint's Day
Most of us would visit their deceased loved ones on this day. Not our family. Our deceased were in Bataan and Bicol. So we went to Baguio. (????)
Our second-hand Hi-Lander was filled with food for the trip. At around 7:30AM, we left Meycauayan.
NLEX. Pampanga. Tarlac.Pangasinan...
We went to Our Lady of Manaog Shrine where we ate our packed lunch (fried chicken and cold rice) and bought really inexpensive bracelt and necklaces. I bought two necklaces for Marc and for myself. Mine was made of pink plastic flower beads. His was made of some sort of lustrous black metal beads. Both had crucifixes dangling from the necklaces.
La Union. Marcos Highway.
It was such a winding trip "up in the sky"!
The clouds seemed to caress the mountains.
Then after this long overpass at the side of the mountains, we finally saw a city civilization: Baguio.
So we drove on, not knowing where we were going...it was because it was OUR FIRST TIME TO ASCEND there. Mother had been there ONCE. And she wasn't familiar with the place. Father tried that steep narrow road down down...
I felt "It was wrong...."
Then my hunch was confirmed.
I saw that street sign: KENNON ROAD.
Oh God we were going back to Manila!
(False alarm: Going back to Manila via Kennon Road!)
We were able to go back to the heart of the city.
Father parked the Hi-Lander somewhere inside the Burnham Park. And we had a boat ride for only P100 (boat rentec for 40 min.+rower) at the 3-feet man-made lake.
Later, we checked in at the Ina Mansion Condo. 1st Floor. Unit 10.
It was claustrophobic. Kitchenette and dining area in one, a typical bathroom, a small T.V. area (just 1/4 of our living room at home), and three small bedrooms. Two had glass doors. I loved glass doors but not in this situation. I was spooked by those. I chose to be with my two sisters in one bedroom and sleep in a mattress on the floor than sleep on that room. My brother had that spooky room all for himself.
The water from the faucet was even colder than the water inside the ref!
And it was really cold...no electric fans or aircon.
FRIDAY
Itinerary:
Camp John Hay.
We were not able to ride horses.
The garden Amphitheater.
Nice garden THAT LOOKED LIKE AN AMPHITHEATER just beside the Bell House. Our voices boomed and echoed as my brother and I spoke inside the small pavillion at the heart of the garden. We were also the first visitors of the Bell House, the house of the American generals who took vacations in Baguio.
Outside we saw the wooden Totem Pole carved with the heads of important American officers during the American Occupation in the Philippines.
We trekked down and up the History Trail and saw the Secret Garden.
We also loved reading the tombstones at the Cemetery of Negativism.
An example of those was this (It's WHAT was REALLY WRITTEN THERE)
Its Not Pessible
Still Not Born
Mine View Park. A scenic view of the mountains!
Picture taking with a large St. Benard.
Bought my longest dangling earrings ever.
Bought jars of strawberry preserves and lots of brooms.
WE saw The Mansion and parked beside the Wright Park. Kuya took a picture of The Mansion and of the long pool-like fountain beside the Wright Park.
I bought cheaper earrings out of pity to the vendor girl.
Lunh at the aircon-less SM City Baguio.
Ate at Greenwich.
Watched Hide and Seek at the third floor.
Panoramic scenery when viewed from the mall's veranda/balcony.
I was curious about the umbrella-like roofing of the mall. It was out of the ordinary.
Too tired to dine outside the condo.
SATURDAY
Morning: Bought mini-roses and poinsettia at Burnham's Orchidarium.
Morning: Bought mini-roses and poinsettia at Burnham's Orchidarium.
Unable to buy inexpensive silver.....
LATE MORNING: WE started to descend via Marcos H-way. again... I saw the Naguillan Road. Took a long less traveled road to avoid traffic. "Raced" with new branded vehicles at NLEX, trash-talking about their slowness. Reached home at 4PM.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
"Inday...Deal or No Deal???!!!!" (from Danella Louise)
Nasali si Inday sa Deal or No Deal
Kris: Magandang gabi mga kapamilya, sa gameshow na ito importante ang sagot sa nag-iisang katanungang Deal or no Deal. Ang ating player ngayong gabi ay walang iba kundi ang fastest-rising household services manager na si Inday!
[umentra si Inday at nagpalakpakan ang mga tao]
Kris: Ok Inday, choose a briefcase.
Inday: Kris, I would opt for case #4 please.
Kris: Briefcase # 4... si Sharmel. Inday, matanong ko lang, how did you come up with the number 4?
Inday: Oh, do you really want to know Kris?
Kris: Oo naman. I'm sure kaya ko naman maintindihan yung sasabihin mo eh.
Inday: The number 4 was acquired based on a probability distribution function that involves integrating up to an area greater than or equal to that random number which should be generated between 0 and 1 for proper distributions.
Kris: Syet. tanong tanong pa kasi eh.
Kris: Ok Inday, choose 6 briefcases to open.
Inday: I would opt for 7, 24, 12, 2, 15 and 20.
Kris: Wait lang Inday, usually isa isa lang ang pagbubukas natin ng case...
Inday: Why is that? As if I can change the outcome if we're to open a case each time I blurt out a number as opposed to opening each case immediately one after the other right?
Kris: Hayyy...babaguhin pa talaga mechanics (bulong sa sarili).
Kris: Anwyay, di bale na lang nga... tuloy tayo. Number 7. Natalie buksan na!!
[Yung audience sumisigaw ng LOWER!! LOWER!!!]
Kris: Teka lang, bago natin buksan... Inday, usually ang mga contestants naten ay sumisigaw ng "LOWER" every time magbubukas ng case.
Inday: Kris, I guess that's not the way I was taught in grade school. You see, I was taught that we should only use the comparative form of the word or add "ER" to the adjective if we are comparing two things. And since itis only the first briefcase that we are going to open, we have nothing to compare it to. Am I right?
[natahimik ang audience at napaisip]
Kris: Oo nga no!
Kris: Sige Natalie, Buksan mo na.
[Ang laman ng briefcase 7 ay Piso... Palakpakan ang mga tao]
Kris: Good start! Ano yung next case mo ulit?
Inday: Case number 24 please.
Kris: Chloe... buksan na...
[Audience sumisigaw ulit ng LOWER!! LOWER!!]
Kris: Wait lang guys, Inday may nabuksan ng case baket di ka pa rin sumisigaw ng "Lower"?Inday: Oh my goodness Kris, how long have you been doing this? Have youe ver encountered a value that is lower than a peso in this game? Tell me,is there any value left lower than the one we just opened? Sheesh.
[Napaisip ulit ang audience at natahimik]
Kris: Aarrgghh!!!! Chloe buksan na lang nga, pati na rin yung 12, 2, 15 and 20 buksan na rin para matapos na. [naiirita na]
[At sunod sunod na ngang nabukas ang mga case ni Inday]
[nag-ring ang phone]
Inday: Ahh Kris, to save more time can you tell Banker that I'm not interested in his first offer. In the history of this game of chance, I have yet to see someone accept a first offer from the banker. It's quite pathetic and pretentious for contestants to pause and look around the audience as if asking for advice before ultimately rejecting the first offer. I mean come on, isn't that a waste of airtime?
Banker: Potahhh!!! [narinig sa set kahit sarado ang kwarto ni banker]
-Ito ang unang pagkakataon na marinig ng mga audience ang boses ni Banker sa Deal or no Deal.... dumating na sa kalagitnaan ng show at mukhang minamalas na si Inday...
Kris: Ok Inday, mukhang kelangan na natin ng tulong sa mga friends mo...sino ba yung bigotilyong lalaki na naka-polo? Ano name nya?
Inday: Ahh, that's my master Mr. Montemayor.
Kris: Ahhh siya pala yun, how cute naman pala eh. Sige sir, give us anumber.
Mr. Montemayor: Hi Kris, good evening. I'm a fan. I choose number 12 please.
Kris: Ano Inday ok ba yung number 12?
Inday: Whatever, we shouldn't bite the hand that feeds us anyway. Go ahead.
Kris: [taray naman] Sofie, buksan na!
[ang laman ng briefcase 12 ay 5,000]
Kris: Good job! Sino naman yung gwapong lalake na naka jumper na katabi ni
Mr. Montemayor? What's his name?
Inday: Ahh, that's my on again off again boyfriend, Dodong the gardener.
Kris: Ooohh, sya pala yun. Ok Dodong, give us a number!
Dodong: Hi babes, I choose briefcase 9 if it's ok with you. If not, it's ok with me as long as it's ok with you.
Kris: Ano raw? Inday, number 9 daw ok say0?
Inday: Yes Kris, it's fine with me.
Kris: Wow ang bait pag kay Dodong. Ederlyn... buksan na!!!
nanlaki ang mga mata ni Inday at hindi sya makapaniwala. Natahimik at mukhang kakapusin sya ng hininga...
Inday: YOU!!! How dare you invade my moment![nagulat si Kris at ang mga audience sa reaksyon ni Inday. Nagpatawag si Kris ng commercial break at nagpakuha ng tubig para kay Inday.]
Nagkatitigan sina Inday at Ederlyn. Nakangisi si Ederlyn habang hawak ang briefcase ni Inday.
Ederlyn: Pinapangako ko, Inday... pagbukas luluhod ang mga tala!hahahahaha!
Inday: What? Can you speak up? What are you mumbling up there. Can somebody give her a microphone please?
Kris: Ano ba!! Tama na nga ang drama ninyo, Ederlyn buksan mo na ang case at umexit ka na kung ayaw mong mapalitan! (naiirita na si Kris)
Dali-daling binuksan ni Ederlyn ang briefcase at ang laman ay...P3,000,000.
Nanghinayang ang mga audience... Ang mga natirang values ay 250, 1K, 20K,50K, and 500K.
Inday: NooOoo.... (sabay tingin kay Dodong at napapaluha), how could you...
Dodong: I'm so sorry Inday, please forgive me.
Kris: Hayyy, drama again. Ang offer ni banker sa pagbabalik ng Kapamilya,Deal.. or No Deal!
[pagtapos ng commercial break... mukhang composed na ulit si Inday]
Kris: Inday, are you okay? Ang offer ni banker ay 99 thousand pesos. 'Singrami siguro ng
Pilipinong pinadugo mo na ilong. Is it a Deal or No Deal?
Tahimik lang si Inday tilang may kinocompute sa ulo habang ang mga audience ay nagsisigawan ng "No Deal", ang iba naman ay "Deal".
Kris: Wait lang, kung mapapansin ninyo we have only have 5 cases left, and among those 5, apat doon ay mas maliit na value...
Inday: Kris, do you mind? Can I do my own thinking?
Natameme si Kris, pati ang audience ay natahimik.
Kris: Taray to the max! (pabulong sa sarili)
Inday: Ok, I'm ready. Upon looking at the reality of the situation, 80% ofthe cases left have at least 49K less than the banker's offer. The only wayI can do better than what is offered is that if my case contains the 500kor I'd get to open one of the four lower values. But I have to keep in mindthat there's only 20% probability that this would happen. I have to takenote, however, that the banker's offer is roughly around 15% lower than theoffer I expected based on the arithmetic mean of the values left.
Kris: Lorddd... panaginip ba 'to? Ayokonaaa....
Inday: Accepting a deal for less than the mean should generally be regarded as a weak decision so I would say, NO DEAL!
Limang briefcase na lang ang natitira at kasama na doon ang case ni Inday...
Kris: My God, nakaka-stress itong episode na ito ha. Baka dumugo na rin ang ilong ko sa'yo Inday. Sige Inday, go ahead and choose 1 briefcase!
Inday: Ok Kris, I choose briefcase #5 please?
Kris: Briefcase #5! Mimi bago mo buksan yan I would first like to thank Figliarina by Schubizz for my sandals, Bambi Fuentes for my hair and make-up and Pepsi Herrera for my gown tonight.
Kris: Ok Mimi, buk...
Inday: Ahh Kris, can I also take time to thank a few people? I mean, I did save us a few minutes of airtime right?
Kris: ("kapal naman talaga ng mukha"...bulong sa sarili) Sige, ok lang go ahead. (naka-smile pa rin)
Inday: Thanks! Yes, I would like to thank Frank Provost for my hair and make-up, Jimmy Choo for my sandals and my dear friend Oscar dela Renta for my gown tonight.
BLAG!! Tinumba ni Kris ang podium at nagwalk-out. Hindi na natapos ang show kaya't binigyan na lang ni Banker si Inday ng kalahating milyon para sa kanyang oras.
Inday: Oh, and thanks to the people of Cartier for sending me these nice earrings for tonight!
[Ito ang isa sa mga un-aired episode ng Kapamilya, Deal or No Deal]
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
My IrreGuLaR LiFe
Mon. and Fri.
7AM English101B with petite Ma'am Ocampo.
It's either "nothing to do" or "too many to do".
8AM Break aka "Evade Trigo".
One and only place to go: Mang Toots Carinderia in P. Noval.
Every MWF, it's as if Nats and I are the one who "open" the store at 8AM and "close" it at past 2PM.
9AM Fil2 with feisty and loquacious Ma'am Vergara.
Spending a considerable part of the period listening to her stories and comments in everything.
10AM Break of our regular classmates.
My Special Class in Math101 Algebra.
Meet the Math Dept. Head Ma'am Bagarino.
Rico Nilo: Kung si Ma'am Benjamin mabilis magturo, siya naman, naiiintindihan na nga't lahat, uulitin pa.
11AM PhiST: Phil. History with Ma'am P. Castro
"I 'tot' I 'toh' a 'puttycat'!" the fave expression.
12PM Phl2 Logic with Sir Diamante
The Class of Dumbfound Queries.
The Unanswerable:
"Can you see a circle?"
"What I know is that I know nothing." - Socrates
"Why there is something rather than nothing?"
"Can the consciousness capture being?"
"Is there a God?"
"God is 'that than which nothing greater can be conceived or thought'. Now translate it to Filipino."
1PM Thy2 Theology2: Church and Sacraments and Ma'am Ong's Fave Religion, Buddhism
2o min. spent on attendance alone.
2PM Banana Rhum-a at Mang Toot in P.Noval.
Tue&Thu
7AM Biopsychology with Sir Budji, and his dreaded and feared eraser and bell tandem.
8:30AM Theories of Learning by Ma'am Pacquing
Report report... Last group to report!!!!! ;p
10AM Human Development by Sir Gonzaga M.D.; M.A.; Ph.D.; D.O.M.
(D.O.M. -Doctor of Medicine, thought it is something else)
Later report report.... 2nd to the last to report: Late adulthood ;D
11:30AM Mang Toots' place jampacked.
Wed.
Additional sched:
WSB11 3-5PM
Women's Softball
Team 1: Yellow Team
Science:
Lyka, Anna, Carla, Bogs, Arrianne
Education:
Ruthie, Alek, Andrea, Charmaine
Commerce:
Jenna, Claudette
Nursing:
Alyssa
Just remembered that Pocari Sweat drink....better than Gatorade. "Buy now!"
This is just a glimpse of my second semester...... hope I last.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Irregular p.1
Oct. 25, 2007 Tue. UST Seminary Gym
Karamihan ay papuntang Seminary Gym, maaaring takot dahil baka manakaw ang pang-tuition nila. Yung iba, maagang-maaga para lang makuha ang inaasam-asam nilang PE sched. Tumatagaktak ang pawis habang nakapila. Naghahalo ang mabango at mabaho. Lahat gusto nang makapasok sa air-conditioned na gym. Encoding. Assessment of Payment. Tatak diyan, tatak doon. Bayad ng tuition. Ayun, tapos ang kalbaryo.
Sila ang mga regular students…ang mga pinagpalang nakapasa…nakasurvive sa 5 buwan ng paghihirap…nariyan ang mga “aswang”, mga “halimaw”, mga future Dean’s Lister, mga masisipag, at ang mga taong sadyang maswerte sa buhay-kolehiyo. Iisa lang ang masasabi ko. Nakakainggit sila.
Oct. 25, 2007 Tue. UST Main Bldg. 3rd Fl.
8:30 pa lang, mahaba-haba na ang pila sa tapat ng Psychology Dept. Hindi naman nagkakaproblema sa pawis at putok pero nalulukot na ang hawak-hawak na clearance at Preenrollment Form. Lahat nagdadaldalan...nagmumuni-muni:
“Ano binagsak mo???”
“…”
“Pareho pala tayo!”
“Ano’ng sched natin?”
“Oi, sabi ni ganito wala nang slot sa P.E. na ganyan!”
“Hala nauubusan na tayo ng magagandang P.E.!”
“Mas madali raw ang Math sa ganitong college/faculty/institute…”
“Pa’no kaya magcross-enroll?”
“Hala ikaw na mauna!”
Pagpasok sa Psych. Dept., hindi si Sir Budji ang makakaharap namin kundi si Sir Ryan.
Basta may pinili ka nang schedule, pipirmahan niya lang ito. Tatatakan. Sasabihing “Bio” kahit na ang binagsak mo ay “A-L-G-E-B-R-A”. Umikot kami sa 3rd. Floor.
May prusisyon sa may Bio-Dept.
Sunud-sunuran naman kami. Nakihalo sa grupo ng mga namomoblema sa Zoology, Biology atbp. basta related sa living things.
S’yempre napagtanto naming nagsasayang kami ng oras sa maling pila kaya kami ay lumipat sa Math&Physics Dept.
Mas malala ang pila sa Math Dept.
Usad pagong. Ilang oras na kaming nakatayo, nakaluhod, nakaupo, ni hindi ata kami natinag sa aming mga pwesto. Nakapag-enroll na ang mga blockmates nami’t lahat, hindi pa rin kami umuusad. Sila Hoseine, Therese at Luigi, na kanina’y kasama naming sa pila sa Psych. Dept. ay nakaikot na sa USTe at nakapagcross enroll na sa CFAD para sa Fil 1 (diyata’t may iniiwasang “sumpa”…na isang sumpa naman talaga), ngunit kami ay hindi pa rin umuusad. Nakakapagtakang biglang dumami ang mga nakapila sa harap noong malapit nang magtanghali. Mga dalawang oras kaming naghintay, tumambay, parang mga pulubi na nililinis ang sahig. Ngunit kung kailan abot-tanaw na ng aming grupo ang pintuan ay saka naman sumungaw sa pintuan ang isang mukha… nagbabadya.
“We will resume at 1 o’clock.”
Nagrebolusyon ang aming mga tiyan.
Nakiusap ako kay Natz na bilhan ako ng makakain. Pagkaraan ng sampung taon ay dala-dala na niya ang McDo burger-fries-coke meal at ibinigay na ang aking sukli. Nagtaka ako sa upsized coke at fries ko. Ginamit pala niya ang PsychSoc Membership Card. Ngunit hindi naman siya bumili ng pagkain para sa sarili niya.
Kumuha rin ng fries sina Lyka. Nang kumagat naman siya sa Regular Burger ko, nasabi niyang “Mmmmm….sarap!”
Iyon din nasa isip ko: Gutom pa ako…at ang burger na inookray-okray ko dahil sa presyo at burger patty nito ay masarap sa pagkakataong iyon.
Pag gutom ka nga naman, kahit ano’ng makain mo, masarap.
Nakita ito nina Bogs at Bryan, na kani-kanina lamang ay naglalaro ng Spin-the-Bottle. Sila ang nagtatanong sabay tapat ng bote sa sarili nila para sila pa rin ang sasagot.
“Sino’ng pinakaayaw mong teacher?”
“Si ____________!”
“Pero di ba magkasundo kayo n’un?!?”
“Dati ‘yun! Bittersweet memories.”
Bumili na rin sila ng McDo. Naiwan kami nina Anna at Natz sa sahig.
May listahan na ipinapasa-pasa sa amin. Unang sinulat ni Natz ang pangalan ko.
Sumunod si Anna, at inilista na niya ang lahat ng naaalala niyang kasama namin.
Dumating na rin ang dalawa.
Mukha nang picnic area ang corridor na dati’y parang haunted sa konti ng mag-aaral.
“Available for all” ang fries nila bogs at Bryan. Kahit si Lyka, kain ng kain. Naubos na kasi ang malaking Chips Delight/Ahoy niya.
Pagkatapos ng matagal-tagal pang paghihintay, lumabas ang nangagasiwa sa scheduling ng Algebra special classes at pinapunta kami sa isang klasrum para maayos na ang lahat. Doon lamang naming nalaman na hindi pala naming nailista si Tedlos!
Patay. Baka mahiwalay siya.
Subject: Algebra
Code: Math101
Section: BIOSP1
Time: 10-11AM
Home Section: 1PSY-1
Chua
Duran
Estonina
Rabang
Santos
Tracena
Peralta
Rosales
Tedlos
Kami ang mga irreg sa Algebra.
Irreg din sina Hoseine, Therese Soriano, at Luigi.
Probationary irregular students na sina Guillan, Kat at Nats.
De-bar na si Jash. (5 subjects ang naibagsak niya.)
Sa wakes may special classes na kaming lahat maliban na lang kina Nats.
Nawala na ang isa.
Sa nakikita ko ngayon….
IRREG = HASSLE + WASTED TIME + MORE EXPENSES
Hassle…dumalas pagpunta ko UST dahil dito.
Lalo naman kung nagcross-enroll pa ako.
Wasted time… hanggang summer ba naman, mag-aaral ako?!?
More expenses…another bayarin, summer na nga, namamasahe pa ako mula Bulacan.
Kahit kunin ko na lang ang Trigo ko sa pinakamalapit na kolehiyo dito, gastos pa rin sa tuition.
Bukod pa ang mga ito sa paminsan-minsang pag-alis sa klasrum dahil sa special class mo sa ibang room o ibang building.
Bukod pa sa hindi ka siguradong lagi-lagi mong makakasama ang mga kaibigan at ka-blockmate mo.
Bukod pa sa hindi masasabing laging BUO ang block niyo.
MAHIRAP MA"IRREG".
Kaya kung kaya mong ipasa lahat ng subjects mo, gawin mo.
Kahit kulut-kulot ang lahat ng grades mo, mas maganda na ‘yun… kaysa naman may singko kahit matataas ka sa iba.
It only struck me now.
Walang kwenta ang puro line of 1 or 2 kung may 5.
“Hindi maisasalba ng uno ang singko.”
Karamihan ay papuntang Seminary Gym, maaaring takot dahil baka manakaw ang pang-tuition nila. Yung iba, maagang-maaga para lang makuha ang inaasam-asam nilang PE sched. Tumatagaktak ang pawis habang nakapila. Naghahalo ang mabango at mabaho. Lahat gusto nang makapasok sa air-conditioned na gym. Encoding. Assessment of Payment. Tatak diyan, tatak doon. Bayad ng tuition. Ayun, tapos ang kalbaryo.
Sila ang mga regular students…ang mga pinagpalang nakapasa…nakasurvive sa 5 buwan ng paghihirap…nariyan ang mga “aswang”, mga “halimaw”, mga future Dean’s Lister, mga masisipag, at ang mga taong sadyang maswerte sa buhay-kolehiyo. Iisa lang ang masasabi ko. Nakakainggit sila.
Oct. 25, 2007 Tue. UST Main Bldg. 3rd Fl.
8:30 pa lang, mahaba-haba na ang pila sa tapat ng Psychology Dept. Hindi naman nagkakaproblema sa pawis at putok pero nalulukot na ang hawak-hawak na clearance at Preenrollment Form. Lahat nagdadaldalan...nagmumuni-muni:
“Ano binagsak mo???”
“
“Pareho pala tayo!”
“Ano’ng sched natin?”
“Oi, sabi ni ganito wala nang slot sa P.E. na ganyan!”
“Hala nauubusan na tayo ng magagandang P.E.!”
“Mas madali raw ang Math sa ganitong college/faculty/institute…”
“Pa’no kaya magcross-enroll?”
“Hala ikaw na mauna!”
Pagpasok sa Psych. Dept., hindi si Sir Budji ang makakaharap namin kundi si Sir Ryan.
Basta may pinili ka nang schedule, pipirmahan niya lang ito. Tatatakan. Sasabihing “Bio” kahit na ang binagsak mo ay “A-L-G-E-B-R-A”. Umikot kami sa 3rd. Floor.
May prusisyon sa may Bio-Dept.
Sunud-sunuran naman kami. Nakihalo sa grupo ng mga namomoblema sa Zoology, Biology atbp. basta related sa living things.
S’yempre napagtanto naming nagsasayang kami ng oras sa maling pila kaya kami ay lumipat sa Math&Physics Dept.
Mas malala ang pila sa Math Dept.
Usad pagong. Ilang oras na kaming nakatayo, nakaluhod, nakaupo, ni hindi ata kami natinag sa aming mga pwesto. Nakapag-enroll na ang mga blockmates nami’t lahat, hindi pa rin kami umuusad. Sila Hoseine, Therese at Luigi, na kanina’y kasama naming sa pila sa Psych. Dept. ay nakaikot na sa USTe at nakapagcross enroll na sa CFAD para sa Fil 1 (diyata’t may iniiwasang “sumpa”…na isang sumpa naman talaga), ngunit kami ay hindi pa rin umuusad. Nakakapagtakang biglang dumami ang mga nakapila sa harap noong malapit nang magtanghali. Mga dalawang oras kaming naghintay, tumambay, parang mga pulubi na nililinis ang sahig. Ngunit kung kailan abot-tanaw na ng aming grupo ang pintuan ay saka naman sumungaw sa pintuan ang isang mukha… nagbabadya.
“We will resume at 1 o’clock.”
Nagrebolusyon ang aming mga tiyan.
Nakiusap ako kay Natz na bilhan ako ng makakain. Pagkaraan ng sampung taon ay dala-dala na niya ang McDo burger-fries-coke meal at ibinigay na ang aking sukli. Nagtaka ako sa upsized coke at fries ko. Ginamit pala niya ang PsychSoc Membership Card. Ngunit hindi naman siya bumili ng pagkain para sa sarili niya.
Kumuha rin ng fries sina Lyka. Nang kumagat naman siya sa Regular Burger ko, nasabi niyang “Mmmmm….sarap!”
Iyon din nasa isip ko: Gutom pa ako…at ang burger na inookray-okray ko dahil sa presyo at burger patty nito ay masarap sa pagkakataong iyon.
Pag gutom ka nga naman, kahit ano’ng makain mo, masarap.
Nakita ito nina Bogs at Bryan, na kani-kanina lamang ay naglalaro ng Spin-the-Bottle. Sila ang nagtatanong sabay tapat ng bote sa sarili nila para sila pa rin ang sasagot.
“Sino’ng pinakaayaw mong teacher?”
“Si ____________!”
“Pero di ba magkasundo kayo n’un?!?”
“Dati ‘yun! Bittersweet memories.”
Bumili na rin sila ng McDo. Naiwan kami nina Anna at Natz sa sahig.
May listahan na ipinapasa-pasa sa amin. Unang sinulat ni Natz ang pangalan ko.
Sumunod si Anna, at inilista na niya ang lahat ng naaalala niyang kasama namin.
Dumating na rin ang dalawa.
Mukha nang picnic area ang corridor na dati’y parang haunted sa konti ng mag-aaral.
“Available for all” ang fries nila bogs at Bryan. Kahit si Lyka, kain ng kain. Naubos na kasi ang malaking Chips Delight/Ahoy niya.
Pagkatapos ng matagal-tagal pang paghihintay, lumabas ang nangagasiwa sa scheduling ng Algebra special classes at pinapunta kami sa isang klasrum para maayos na ang lahat. Doon lamang naming nalaman na hindi pala naming nailista si Tedlos!
Patay. Baka mahiwalay siya.
Subject: Algebra
Code: Math101
Section: BIOSP1
Time: 10-11AM
Home Section: 1PSY-1
Chua
Duran
Estonina
Rabang
Santos
Tracena
Peralta
Rosales
Tedlos
Kami ang mga irreg sa Algebra.
Irreg din sina Hoseine, Therese Soriano, at Luigi.
Probationary irregular students na sina Guillan, Kat at Nats.
De-bar na si Jash. (5 subjects ang naibagsak niya.)
Sa wakes may special classes na kaming lahat maliban na lang kina Nats.
Nawala na ang isa.
Sa nakikita ko ngayon….
IRREG = HASSLE + WASTED TIME + MORE EXPENSES
Hassle…dumalas pagpunta ko UST dahil dito.
Lalo naman kung nagcross-enroll pa ako.
Wasted time… hanggang summer ba naman, mag-aaral ako?!?
More expenses…another bayarin, summer na nga, namamasahe pa ako mula Bulacan.
Kahit kunin ko na lang ang Trigo ko sa pinakamalapit na kolehiyo dito, gastos pa rin sa tuition.
Bukod pa ang mga ito sa paminsan-minsang pag-alis sa klasrum dahil sa special class mo sa ibang room o ibang building.
Bukod pa sa hindi ka siguradong lagi-lagi mong makakasama ang mga kaibigan at ka-blockmate mo.
Bukod pa sa hindi masasabing laging BUO ang block niyo.
MAHIRAP MA"IRREG".
Kaya kung kaya mong ipasa lahat ng subjects mo, gawin mo.
Kahit kulut-kulot ang lahat ng grades mo, mas maganda na ‘yun… kaysa naman may singko kahit matataas ka sa iba.
It only struck me now.
Walang kwenta ang puro line of 1 or 2 kung may 5.
“Hindi maisasalba ng uno ang singko.”
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