[] So MuCH FoR CHRiSTMaS []

Jingle bells, jingle bells~~

The cold wind rushes to my back as i sit here rounding up ideas on what I am to post. It is day before the big great Christmas day arrives. If you mind asking, No, I don't give much damn in giving, much more in receiving (uhmmm... well that can ac2ually be talked about... aahehe) But really, Christmas arrives in our home just like a dinner party. Our family stopped the tradition of giving gifts on Christmas day when I reached High School. Maybe, they thought we were already to big for gifts and, just maybe, gifts for adults/teen aren't that cheap and uncomplicated as those for the youngsters.

As I could reminisce from the past, Christmas day is a reunion day for the clan on my mother's side ( my father's side is during new year). We use to have kiddie games for the clan whenever we meet. But it also stopped, cause it turns out that the kiddies aren't too kiddies to play anymore. I could remember P100 prizes during that time and you can earn big time by being the best in all the games. We also have prizes such as "most dressed" and "best talent" which should also give you ample amount of money. Our elderly used to have fun watching us kiddies as we swerve and glide through the stage to catch attention (you know us, we started at the same foot right? well not if you're retarded though... ). This is why money was spilling like water in a bathtub with open faucet. But days have passed, the elders look up on us not as kiddies now but as grown-ups. No more Santa Claus costumes, No more cute looking food, no more games nor events- NO MORE KIDDIE STUFF.

We greet the Christmas day now with champaign puffin and a toss (you know what i mean, right? I don't know the right spelling... spare me, it is christmas!) We meet the Christmas joy with neat and formal clothing. No more crazy stuff happening cause attention isn't the kid's wish anymore, but rather BMW Z4 or a brand new laptop/palm top ( i do believe palm top is better though.. ughhh ughhh.. hope someone hears.. tech geek... wang wang) But not me, I always crave for that Big A ( but also for a Z4 and tech stuff... ughh ughh). I do all my stuff simply to impress, and to let people feel my presence. If anyone ever pose to me and act elderly, I would slap him. Remeber! no man could ever not want to go back to being a kid again. ( Well maybe, not unless, you were raped and molested by your elderly!! haha..)

No complains, No explains!
( inspired from what JDL says against WR ~ pinoy's you should know them..and don't mind the grammatic error, i inteded it!)

But, its all in the past now, and I can n ever go back on it. Life is easy : you move forward and never look back (line from Tokyo drift.... I still think Eleanor would win if vin diesel and the other guy's battle was showed... NOTHING BEATS A TRUE AMERICAN MUSCLE CAR... especially a CORVETTE!. so much for a side comment... haha..). All we could do now is remenisce, no more backing off grown-ups..

kid's becomes grown-ups but only true men knows that they came from kids.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

~ in a one horse open sleigh....

[] DaHiLaN Sa LiKoD Ng KaBuLuHaN []

Wala nanaman akong maisip na isulat. Walang kabuluhan ang mga pangyayari, wala man lang nagbigay ng push sa akin para may mapagusapan. Kaya ito ako, nagiisip na naman ng small-time na balita para pagka-utuan.

Nagka-strike last thursday at hindi ko alam na meron pala ganun hanggang matagpuan ko na lang ang sarili kong naglalakad papuntang Philcoa dahil wala masakyan. Gusto ko sana pag-usapan ang mga ganitong pangyayari kaya lang, ambaho ng tema. Gasgas na naman na gawain yan ng mga dyipny driver natin. Pag may gusto, strike tau, wala nanaman masakyan. Badtrip. mga motorista nanaman pinagkaisahan. Di ba nila alam may kotse ang politiko, di rin naman sila maririnig nun, namerwisyo lang sila. Dapat sinunog nila mga kotse ng politiko sabay strike, mahihina kokote, hai.
( ito galit na dulot ng baldeng tumatagaktak na pawis habang naglalakad palabas ng UP )

Kung mapapansin ninyo.. (dahil sa papansin ako..) ay tagalog ang medyum na ginagamit ko ngayon. Hindi ko ba alam pero tinamaan ata ako ng titser ko sa Fil. paking shet daw mga Pilipinong mas iniintindi ang pagpapalawak sa ingles kesa sa sariling wika. Ambantot man magsalita ng titser ko dun ay, maluphet naman un. Actually, may libro kasi akong nabasa na dapat ang Pilipino para sa Pinoy, kaya dapat pag nagsusulat ang asintahin mo mga kababayan mo. Kaya anu pa bang paraan ang magpapalapit sa akin sa kanila, kung hindi ang wika ng bayan... (cheers... claps.... ) hay, im so proud of my self este... ipinagmamalaki ko ang sarili ko! Saka nasabi din ng Highschool teacher ko na may ka-gurangan, mas masarap sumulat sa Filipino kasi mas malambing at mas matalinhaga. Hindi naman tula ang isinusulat ko pero masarap pakinggan... MATAAAALINNNNHAAAGAA... MATALIIIINNNHHHAAaaGGAAAaa... (repeat fading.... sa utak ng isang gago..)

Kaya dahil gullible ako at mapang-uto sa mga sinasabi ng mga tao, ito ako nagsusulat sa tagalog. Maraming typo yan, wag ninyo nang bilangin, hindi yan sadya pero kasi ayaw ko nang baguhin. you know, tamad ang taong 'to. Saka mas masaya pag direkta mula sa utak ang nababasa, nakaka-gagu di ba? ito ang kwento ng pagbabagong anyo... parang zaido lang....

P.S. Ambantot ng costume ng Zaido... obvious na cardboard, parang may hydrocephalus sila pag nagtransform... Pilipino talaga... manggagaya na lang, palapak pa... hayz.. AMBANTOT!

[] ReKLaMo Ng iSaNG MaSKuLiNiSTa []

Sa isang tahimik na sulok ng parking lot sa simbahan... At habang ako at mga kasama ko aytinamad pumasok sa simbahan para sa misa... aming natunghayan ang ganap na ito...

Batang Lalaki: Anu nanaman ginagawa ninyo dito?
Batang Babae: Uupo.. bakit? Inyo ba ito?
Batang Lalaki: Umalis kayo dito.. gusto nu tawagin ko ang PBDT (o kung anu mangcombinasyonng letra ang nabanggit nya.. ang alam ko lang... napangisi ako sa pagkasabi nyanito..)
Batang Babae: Yack Bakla ... Papatol sa babae... ewww...
Batang Lalake: May crush ka lang siguro sakin.. kya punta ka ng punta dito... (pilit tatawa...)
Batang Babae: ULOL! BAKLA KA!! BAKLA!!...

Huwag na nating i-exaggerate ang kwento... wag na nating paluhain ang lalaki.. Basta simpleng Katapusan... umalis na nagngingitngit ang batang lalaki papunta sa kanyang parents... kawawa naman.. (*evil grin)

Kung panahon siguro ito ng nakaraan at binastos mo ng ganito si Lapu-lapu... Siguro iba ang katapusan... Malamang -lamang lulutang-lutang ang ulo mo sa may ilog sa cebu... Kung panahon naman ito ng mga prayle... malamang - lamang.. nasa kwarto ka ng mga sakristan at pinagpyepyestahan na ang katawan mo ng sandaan na pareng panot na kating kati na ang balls.. salit-salitan parang class schedule.. ("Oh.. Father Geronimo.. ikaw naman... nakaraos na ako eh...") Sa makatuwid, tuluyan na ngang nagbago ang mga kababaihan sa mata ng mundo. Kasing pagtataka ko sa kahulugan ng PBDT (o kung anu man... hayz), Bakit kaya? Paano na ang mga lalaki?

Nagkaroon ng isang "Feminist value" ang mundo kesyo pantay daw dapat ang turing sa mga kababaihan.. Sino namang balbal ang nag-pauso nito... Hindi ko lang alam pero malamang-lamang sa past life nya, siya iyung pinugutan ni Lapu-lapu at pinag-pyestahan ng mga prayleng panot na makati ang balls... Kaya ngaun nag-amotok at isiniwalat ang walang ka kwenta kwentang idealismo na ito... Pero hindi ba kayo nagtataka na sa ngayon... winawalang-hiya na ng mga kababaihan ang lalaki? Pano naman si Adan? Tadyang lang naman natin si Eba di ba?

Maskuli-nista ( hango sa femi-nista.. haha.. wala kong maisip na ibang pangalan eh...) ang sagot sa kabalbalan ng mga babae. Aba, dapat din namang may humadlang sa ka-hudluman( di ko alam ang meaning... alam ko lang ganun siya gamitin.. walang pakialamanan..) ng mga kababaihan... Pangunahan natin ang bantayog ng mga lalaki,... (whew.. sigawan with matching banner at confetti..)

Ito ang pagsisiwalat sa mga ka-apihan sa mga kalalakihan na dulot ng mga walang hiyang feminista n yan...

> Bakit ang lalaki, pag pumatol sa babae, bakla... pero pag babae, pumatol sa lalaki, hindi tomboy? <

ang laki-laki ng impact na ito sa mga kalalakihan.. ALAM NYO BA YON!!!??? kung lalaki kayo, dapat lang... alanga naman tumango ka pag sinabihan ka nito.. (walang sexual orientation discrimination ha... masama lang ito pag ginamit pang-insulot... sisihin ninyo kababaihan sila nagpauso nyan..)

> Bakit dapat lalaki manligaw? <

bakit dapat kami magpaka-hirap... samantalang dati, hahatakin mo lng ang babae, hawakan mo sa kamay... BWALA! kayo na at pwede na ikasal... Eh ngayon... may kilala ako... 3 taon na nanunuyo... pero deadma lang... hai... Porket lang kasi babae, mahinhin daw... dapat sila ang namimili... ABA! anu kami tsokolate sa tindahan... tapos pag wala na tamis, idudura... hmmm.. masama yan...

> Bakit walang "masculine wash"? <

Wala bang karapatan maging malinis ang kasingit-singitan ng mga lalaki? Porket ba umiitim ito, di na dapat bigyan ng sariling pang hilamos... aba... sumusobra na ata kayo... Anu gusto nyo maging sa mga bantayog ng lalaki? T*t*ng-grasa?

> Bakit kami okay lang mang kabit pero pag babae dapat hind? (at marami pang iba na ganito ang tema *pag-inom.. pag-night club... pag-aaya ng sex etc.) <

Sabi nila okay pagka-ganun... pero! Anu ang gusto ninyo sabihin? Na lahat ng kamunduhan at kasalanan ay dulot ng mga lalaki... nagmamalinis naman ata kayo... naamoy din namin ang lansa ninyo ah... di hamak na mas maiitim ang budhi ninyo... hmmm... ang dyos nga di ba lalaki? di ba? ibig sabhin si Jesus, Mohammad, buddah at kung sinu pang Dyos ay lasengo din?

Inaantok lang ako, kaya wala na ako ibang mai-sulat na pang-aapi... pero marami pa!! aabutin ako malamang-lamang na uugod-ugod pag natapos ko ilista ang mga kasalanan ninyo... kung dati pantay-pantay ang tema ng peminista? Eh ngaun, "destroy the males" na.. may-isyu pa nga na babae pwedeng mabuhay sa mundo kahit walang lalaki dahil sa pagkaka-clone kay Dolly (hindi si carvajal... kundi ung anak ng tupa..).. aba... bat iyon ang naisip nila... hindi ba nila alam, LALAKI ang naka diskubre ng paraang ito... kapal ah... si pareng Ian... Ian Wilmut... eh kung, tawagan ko kaya siya at wag ituro sa inyo... mabubuhay kaya kayo ng wala kaming lalaki,... hindi pwedeng si pareng Ian lang... katibak ko yun... dapat lahat...

Ipaglaban si Adan, ang patron ng kalalakihan (di ba?)? Pabagsakin ang maniil na Peminista... at sunugin natin ang ulo nila sa plaza... haha....


Disclaimer : wala lang talaga ko magawa... bear with me... adik ata ako.. peace tayo girls...

[] ReKLaMo NG iSaNG MaSKuLiSTa []

batang lalaki 1: oh... anu nanaman ginagawa nyo dito?
batang babae 1 : Pwesto namin to ah...
BL 2: Anung inyo? Sino nakaupo dito ngaun?
BB 1: Epal Nanaman kayo?
BL 1: May Crush ka lang ata sa amin eh... (sabay tawanan ang BL group...)
BB 2: Asa ka naman... Bakla!
BL 1: Ito nanaman sila.. wag nga kayo manggulo dito... Di
BB 2:

[] KaLaYaaN !? []

Something dramatic is cooking in Manila Peninsula right this very moment. The country is back into turmoil as the speeding economy is infected by another mutiny lead by the same group who attacked the Oakwood Hotel in the past. The "Magdalo", whose name popularized by the same party of the late great hero Emilio Aguinaldo, has come back maybe to regain the freedom they have never won.

I actually don't know if I am in any side. The blabbering of both opposites have created this very event. Who are we to blame? Do we point at the government whose legitimacy as the administration is legal or the mutineers whose only request is the freedom and the good of all Filipinos? What has happened to our country? Countrymen against countrymen; brothers against brothers; comrades against comrades. We all came from the same ancestral roots but these differences coveted by our culture has timidly destroyed our way to bridge all gaps. How sad could it have been that the same blood cannot combine as one, but rather clog the very vein of the country's future?

Tomorrow, November 30, is the Bonifacio day. Bonifacio is the leader of the KKK, main Filipino force that drove off all the invaders that tried to conquer the country. He and his comrades fought for the very reason we now call freedom. Kalayaan - Is it still the real translation of freedom or simply a high way somewhere in the metro? Do we really have freedom? As I watch and comic myself in the reality that is happening, I cannot stop and wonder, what could have Bonifacio said to the events as of the time being? Could he have congratulated the Magdalo for fighting the same reason they have fought for? Could he have supported the government and consider these mutiny a spoiler of peace, brought about by the freedom they have fought for?

I know I am not a man good enough as Bonifacio. I don't even know if my comment can make a big impact in our failing country. Nevertheless, I am up to the challenge of saying what i believe is the truth. I couldn't simply sit here and watch as blood shed might water our motherland - not just mine, nor the government nor the mutineers but OURS.

We are all here to live for the country, not to battle out who leads it. It might be essential to have a good leader but what could a leader be if it has no constituents? Just like what an org-mate of mine once said: " If your are the captain of the ship, what is the use if you've got no boat to lead?" as she comics a popular saying. But isn't it true? As they gun each other off inside that building, what is the use if they die? Where is Kalayaan? What freedom do we really have? Has Bonifacio won these freedom simply to start a war within the country? What is the use of all their deaths?

I might not know how to do it, but I know that the only way to patch up all the wounds is to learn to be one. We need to stand up with each other, not as a part of the administration nor as an opposition. We stand for our country. I blame them all! If only they could have thought of the country and not their own selfish intuitions, I believe that these internal infestation could not have grown in our culture. Could anyone, whose only dedication is the country, be at peace during this period? No, because guns aren't shot at brothers, comrades nor countrymen rather enemies that would want to take away our "Filipino-ness". What more guns can we shoot when that enemies would ever come, if all our ammunitions has been waisted struck in each others breast?

Ang Kalayaan at ang Pilipinas ay para sa mga Pinoy at hindi lamang sa iilan. Kaya't wag nating sayangin ang pinaghirapan ni Bonifacio at lahat ng mga ninuno natin. Wag natin silang bigyan ng kahihiyan sa mundo. Kalayaan at Katarungann para sa lahat. Itigil natin ang kabaliwan. Alam nating hindi ito matatapos sa isang upuan, subalit wag naman nating hayaan na putok ng baril at sabog ng mga bomba ang magsilbing pangusapan.

There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where he is free to do what he ought.
~Charles Kingsley

[] BuSy MoNTH of NoVeMBeR []

I have been at lost and busy this ending month of November. Which is why I have not posted for sometime. I had many times in front of the computer but because nothing pops out of my mind and I had papers and stuffs to do, I wasn't able to put attention on my blog. But past is past, what is important is the present and the future. I am now back ~again...

It is during this month that classes resume after the mid-sem break. And because our university's administration is so intelligent and would want to level with other IT schools, a new method of enrollment was done. They told students that it was a better way so as not to make the enrollment a hassle for everyone. But, after undergoing grueling hours in line and being dismayed by rejected schedules, I realized that our administration cannot do any better than put burden to its students.I've got 18 units for this semester. I actually love the roster of subjects I have chosen and the teachers who mentored on them. My schedule isn't really that crowded. I even consider it as a very ideal one because, just like my 1st semester schedule, I get to go home early and free myself from all these academic ambiance.

I don't know if the typhoons have already passed. I forgot to see the news for any updates. But I just want to say how cool that we were able to experience such a strange phenomena. 3 typhoons (Lando, Mina and Nonoy) appears to have directed to our country and devastated the nation all at the same time. Well, sorry for those that were affected by the typhoon but I don't get to make sorrows on such events that comes least from our expectations. Though having the 3 typhoons, classes weren't canceled and that makes the bad news of a very cool event. An earthquake also struck Manila. I was at class during that time and it was when I realized how evil i was. i actually thought that the person at the back kicked my sit and I was about to react when we realized it was actually the earth that interrupted us. After the earthquake, our classes in the morning were canceled but resumed during the afternoon, so much for environmental intervention.

If you have already visited my blog it must be that you noticed that something new was up. It was one during one night, after playing my ever beloved game, that I took initiative and view my blog page. It is then that I realize that my template is kind of small and need an overhaul. So here is the result of 1 night of creative intercession. Have fun and thank you for visiting my nonsensical blog. Feel free to hear the music I listen, to read the posts that I wrote and to be amazed by a very stupid template.

[] ZiPaC []

Welcome back to me. After a week rest and gloriously celebrating the UNDAS ( its not equal to UNO and DOS... its actually equal to UNO - 1 and Das - a spanish term meaning day... I learned that, the morning I asked people why UNDAS and not UNDOS! haha... shame on me.. thanks budsk for that information...) somewhere in the middle of the Philippines, I am all set for the hagardous days to come. Gone are the resting hours and the happy-go-lucky times. I must go forth with my life after that peaceful engagement with nature. But before ever leaving off the past and venturing to my present and my future, I would like to inform you all that I've seen the other side of the world.

I have been here in my computer desk, living a life centered in the midst of technology. I thought everything was easy with all the stuff and gadgets that we have. But traveling to a place, where progress is not of immediate concern, showed me that their was something better. Their is something better than having a mechanized life, where all things are too organized it chokes you into it; better than your french fries that needs ketchup to balance the flavor; better than appliances that shuts you off of your perseverance. It takes a week of living in some mountain range where the sea is its base for a teen like me to understand that I've never seen everything yet.

Ever want to know where I've gone? Here are some of the things that makes my image of that somewhere:

It is a place you would...

>> appreciate sea foods (even small fishes) because the taste was so supreme that it takes no condiments to fix things up...

>> understand the difference between "panggatong"-cooked and stove-cooked meals... (rice is better cooked in "panggatong"... promise..)

>> see a rampaging priest over a broken microphone in the middle of the celebration of the holy eucharist... ( he even threw it to the person in charge.. I was so shocked that I drop my jaw down because of the his reaction)

>> find a single mall in a town and not even having Ayala, SM and Robinson in its name. (there were rumors that SM wasn't given permit to build there because the town's leader owns the said mall...)

>> like to go home when the clock hits 6pm because almost all stores and shops closes at that time... ( it seems creepy when the only light you see is the street light...)

>> pay P60 for a tricycle ride for about the same distance as UP - diliman to SM North... ( actually it changes: 55 when the sun is up but a sorrowful 60 when the lights are out...)

>> take refuge in the worst Airport and Seaport... (my nephew told me that... spare me the guilt...)

>> dis-orient your senses... ( wake up with the sound of noisy roosters and smelly pigs...)

>> smile and nod in everything you hear because you simply dont understand; and if ever you understand you wouldn't know how to communicate back...

>> discover that the only person that gets the higher priced items in the market are those who looks like from another place...

>> notice people staring at tourist (local or international..) as if they have one eye and a million mouth...

>> learn people calls you by your ancestral being... (they call me... "puya ni Viring"- child of Viring... Viring is taken from my mother's name Virginia who lived there during their childhood days...)

>> take sight of the highest shrine ( we climbed that... I wish that adds to my Holy-ness..) and the biggest bell in asia and third in the world (it was made out of 70 bags of coins...whew!)..

I have experience much in my visit there. It was not all fun, but each and every act i've done made me a better person. What I have here in the city is very much different from what I was in the province. It was more minimal but though that set-up, I did not have a hard time dealing with things. It is more leisure than work. I would love to go back there and experience more of that place. I might be back there next summer and hope that you yourself would care to visit such a wonderful place...

[] WoRK MaTTeRS []

I am a day and a half away from leaving off again to somewhere. Ive been telling my friends its somewhere in the middle of the Philippines so I must tell you the same simply to avoid the jealousy (haha) . Before I ever go leave again, I thought of posting another entry. I might be off for a little while (about a week... Il be back on Sunday 11/04/07) so better yet leave a little issue on you people.

When would the Government argue with morality and the Religion on Ethics? I must answer the question with a simple word as "NEVER". However, it appears that my country is an exception. Well, for those who might not know, My home land is a 3rd world country somewhere in the south east of asia. It is an archipelagic country artfully tagged as "The Pearl of the Orient Seas." We have been devastated by political turmoil for as long as I can remember and I believe these very thing caused us this inappropriate disturbances.

I don't like discussing things political in nature but I cannot simply disregard these happenings that I have heard over the media about the reactions regarding the presidential clemency given to the past president (the president befor the present one..) of our country, guilty of Plunder. What was the thing that bothered me the most? Over the radio, a bishop, which we better hide the name for civility sake, says "Sana pagisipan na lang nila bago sila magbigay ng pardon.." ( I hope they think things up before simply giving pardon...)

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He, the bishop, is actually on the side of not letting the 70+ old president off. I must say that I myself wouldn't want that old rag to be walking on the street again. However, where have gone the "let's forgive everybody eventhough they've done wrong " value of the church? How about the " Even God forgives why can't you" principle? It is simply problematic that people could be too tactful to go against their own art, especially those that are known for not just doing the art but being the art. Couldn't he at least say " what ever happens is God's will, lets not go against it..." ?

The CBCP forever has been peeking into government issues. I simply don't know with them, but weren't their a dichotomy over the two main sectors of the country? What are they interfering for? I simply think such matters of discourse is not a part of their holy-ness and there ultimate wisdom of the bible. This misevalutation of the dichotomy has made a big problem for the country. The bishops stand on their ground saying they are good so listen to them (We are the Word of God.. ??? what damn blasphemers...) but they, driving into the state's war, have devalued their good nature. Like the statesman, theyv'e all gone to be the same ravishing beast of power, hoping to be the one believed by the mass. Shameless are they for they have forgotten the word of God... ( can I be a bishop now? I'm better than them... not a good joke... I'L NEVER BE A BISHOP!!)

[] Sem Break []

I'm technically free as a student. The sem-break has already began. I have many plans for this month, some of which involves me getting off the Metro. Ive been trying to do stuff off of the polluted city streets and within the confines of mother nature. What fun must have awaited me for so long? I do believe I am worth having a comfortable vacation after a hard-sem's work. After this I'd be back to the university again, doing academic works and making sure a good resume may arrive after my school years(damn all the people... do we really have to study to get a high paying job? hmmm). So, it is just right for me to have a break with all the stress.

I was somewhere in the northern part of the country last week. I really thought it would be cold out there but to my dismay, Its simply as cold as our car's aircon. Yes, it is quiet cold but not as cold as it used to be ( I've been there before... a couple of time earlier). I didn't even need to use my sweater / jacket ( I actually brought 3 sets) to be able to carry on with my adventures there.( I used the jackets though.. bandwagon... everyone was wearing one... hahaha..) Though not approved of what have met me there, I still had fun. Its actually not the temperature that we visited rather the stress-free ambiance. One of my companions even suggested to us that sleeping under the pine trees does well to your self-conception. I would want to try that but I was too ashamed to do so. (Maybe next time when no one is looking at me...)

Here are some pictures:

( i'v also posted this in my friendster account.. and there are also more there not posted here.. hehe...)

113th step... and still more to go... urghhh...

Shhh... Holy Sanctuary... Psst! PICTURE!

This is what we call non-sense shots... here we have myself... Following Rules...

( so not abram!)

Almost a day ending in mines view...

Another non-sense take... wooo... a sight to behold...

( we namedBaguio - "Comfort room Capital of the Philippines... you'll usually find many of these here..haha...)

One of the best food... grilled coconut in banana leaves...

they call it here... "tupig"

Technically, the biggest strawberry I ever saw...

(We shot this while my parents was busy buying fresh vegetables in La Trinidad.. )

ohhh... We were too late... We planned to pick strawberries fresh... but we came too late...hayz...

The Lumbang brothers minus one... the other one was in subic that time...

(shot inside our ride)


The other side... and now smiling...

Another shot...

(If you bother to ask... The white thing on my cheek is powder... I was eating bavarian cream doughnut before that shot...)

Waiting for snacks to be served... let's have a picture first moment... haha...

By the pine tree with my dad...

Pose for the camera... Yiiii...
(My favorite shot of that vacation... nice one, isn't it?)

You know what, getting a day off or a rest period isn't that bad. I assure you the more relax you can be, after you go back from the vacation, the better you do when you continue your daily choirs. Don't deprive yourself with even a little fun.

[] DiSDaiNFuL PuRPoSe []

What is the purpose of life? It is much of a hassle to ask the question. Can it really be that objective? On the first place, does life really had a purpose? My mind cannot decipher an exact answer to the question. Must it have been that even I who tried to live in this foolish life of mine hasn't seen any purpose for my existence?

I went to philosphy not knowing where I might end up one day. Should I be running an extravagant company in the middle of makati, a sales agent in one of the big malls in our country or maybe a call center agent speaking accented english over a phone talking to a blonde lady buying electonic appliances? This idea enters my mind oftenly since I went deciding my future over a course which does not promise a million-bucks-salary after graduation. People around me even joked that i might become an old hogged intellectual sitting under a tree looking up the sky asking : " Is their God?" Would I ever be a stereo-typed philosopher in the middle of the forest or the mountain ranges of sierra madre ( random choice... I was just there a week ago... haha) ?

I wouldn't want to end up like that. I would like to be an intellectual but never a nomad. But even knowing my occupation in the future doesn't give me the answer on the purpose of my life. I hate myself for venturing on things in my life eventhough I don't know any reason for me to do so. Almost everyone knows how happy-go-lucky I am. Without any hesitation I'd find myself in places I don't know where to or what for. I usually am in trouble because of my adventurous instinct but people around me are always there to help. Is this all that I am? Am i purposed to make problems and be saved afterwards?

I give a big deal on my purpose. No one exist for nothing, I so do believe. I hate not knowing what I am for. Taking to consideration the worlds magnanimity, what is my part in it? Am I just a dust, an add-on to this world whose beauty incompassable? Can I simply be nothing? Do I exist for that matter, for only the existing does have purpose? We should ask Descartes on that matter. Can he prove my existence?
(very philosophical... oohh.. please... its sembreak... haha)

I cannot arrive to any answer. I failed myself for I cannot see an importance to my existence. I'm nothing but a blank canvass waiting an artist to paint my art. Nothing is in my future for nothing is seen through me. Could I ever find an answer? That I couldn't answer but I believe I do have a purpose. I exist ain't I? Maybe not now but sometime later. I know it. I'm not just a dust or a hogged nomad. Im for something much better. A millionaire? A star? that i may not know for now. But I know I would be one.

It just might not be worth finding a purpose for now. But i'll live my days finding one. And as long as i am here. I have a purpose. I must have one. I do have one.

[] PRoFeSSioNaLiSM []

I hate people who comments as if they know the thing at hand. Ever found a lawyer telling a doctor he just amputated the wrong organ? an architect telling an archaeologist that he is stepping on a big chunk of lava stones? I just don't get people who judges work based on their own perception and asserts that what they have said is true. Can it make sense to tell me that I had not done my purpose? Does he even know what my purpose was? Can he even give an accurate account of what he calls short-handedness?

I was born with a purpose! You may judge me now on my character, my indulgences or even my physical stature, but never slam on my face a comment on my work. At any rate, you know not of how I see the world and how I want it to be. No one is enough to blurt out issues on my own schema for everyone is entitled to his own.

Not all people cry on the loads they bear. Some, which includes me, does not give a hell damn of my time on mourning for it'll just paralyze my own sense of professionalism. If your idea of being a good worker is seeing to it that people could see the weight of your burden, then the world could not have been like it is now. If Rizal, at his shoot out, crippled with fear of death he must not have faced his murderers and patriotism at that high a caliber could not have emerged? If Pope John Paul II winced on his assassination could he have lived a little more to help the world? Does that idea of a pressured image bring about hard work? I don't think so.

Commenting on something that is out of your own boundaries is the stupidiest thing you would ever do to yourself. Sorry to tell you but I think your rationality has made you dull. Life is not a black and white picture that you could easilly see the difference of one part with the other. Don't play intelligent cause it would never fit you if you understand the world in the dumbest way.

[] oN BeiNG a PHiLoSoPHeR []

I have been poetic, as i have seen my insights from the past. But it collides with my current occupation as a philosopher. I don't know if I can still give justice to my insights but as far as I may concern, what I would want to write is a feature literary. I must make the idea sound but compeling, Something a kid may understand at his first reading.

I read through my articles and have seen a progressive form of writing, from simple "parinigan" and symbolism to going straight to the point and unwinding. I don't get why my form of blogging changed but, honestly, I loved the way i do it in the past than how I do it now. Today, I rather resort with stories of my life to explain life's phenomena than trying to artistically elaborating into a topic. As I read it too, I get poorer in english. I am not "spell check"-ing anymore the words when I write in my blog cause one of the reason I made it is to furnish my english and literary skills. But looks like it has gone a long way out of my endeavors.

What might be happening is a maturity, I think. From finding form to finding sense, the development is trying to make sense out of a picture than making form out of a sense. In other words, If I have still been the same, I would have elaborated on the next topic which is Development. I would use figurative language to make sure my readers would want it. But, the past has gone, Today I make sense (or so i thought, any violent reactions?).

Have you ever imagined what the world might have been if no man has ever move on to adulthood? Weird thing to see, all people wearing diapers. what if everybody was crying their hearts out and nyao-ing at every pain they get? I rememered just like how they say it in the acad interview, Don't give us the effects as a reason. But I think, sometimes it works well.

First let us answer whether their is really development in our lives. If we assert that their was no development then their would be no man or even life. For a child could not cater for himself how so could he cater another life. In other words no parent means no life. If ideas did not flourish, why then do we have computers and the books? why then could we have had this blog if their was no development? Reducto ad absurdum (is my spelling correct?)- if it makes its own negate then it must be wrong.

Development is the an adaptive stage of being where someone increases a sense in him. Adaptive because to develop we need to see the pros and cons. We learn and incorporate our knowledge from another knowledge. Sense being any physical, mental, psychological or any form of self-being that is change-able.

I first began with showing that development must be true so that we can make a concrete discussion about it. Next, i showed the meaning of it. I was trying to think a next method but as I was starting, i forgot to ask, what question about development should we cater on? Let us say: how does one develop? It is kind of a tought one. (why the hell did I make my life hard, *pish* I must have rather asked how it is spelled.)

Man develops by trying to coupe up with the challenges in life, all from experience. First I would not like to assert that development may come from an innate idea in our mind for if it is innate then it must already been there and not learned. I would not likely too to assert that objective knowledge is part of development for objective means no change which is a big NO for development. No change means no addition. Without addition, which is a major part of development, nothing is learned. Cancellation - the act in which you destroy the other ideas that may be provided to where development may come from therefore making the first statement the only possible answer.

I just don't know if someone may be irrated by the things I said. i simply believe that the arguements I have given is enough to make one think that development came from experience. Another way of trying to ellaborate on it (and which is an easier way of explaining) is an example. When a monkey is hungry what should it do. If it was born with out knowing anything then it must have learned to climb a tree to get banana. But the problem that may arise is a question of "how could he have used climb if their was no sense of climbing on the first palce?" We may say therefor that climbing is an idea which pre-exists in the world, but development that we are talking about is regarding the monkey's own intellect. He does not know anything when he is born( I do assume he must not have). Therefor he may have learned that pre-existed idea by analyzing the situation. One may say that if the monkey used his mind then it is not based from experience. But the monkey may have a part of understanding, he may not have had the idea of clmbing after all, he still is using senses to analyze and learn, right? In other words, learning from experience doesn't mean a man without a mind but a man using senses to make the mind work (not to search inside the innate part but to analyze and give a solution).

So much for being a philosopher. I hate making my life miserable but the problem with the world is it cannot really make a final conclusion on anything. Whew! that was a long list. I don't hope for you to have reached this pharagraph. Even I would not want to read something this long. But maybe, just maybe, if you reached this, I must believe you have learned something.

[] Theenkeng []

I'll start this entry by asking you people one question. It is something that needs quiet a time to contemplate on. Even I who heard it for the first time, thought it was somekind of a stupid question. But just to make a heck out of something stupid, let's ask it to you.

If ever you get to choose a partner, which one would you choose, someone who pronounces thinking as "thEEnkEEng" or "Tsinking" ?

Here are some answers:

1.) hahaha... weird...

2.) ang gagu mo kuya *** ( lets not exploit people, okay?)

3.) wala... ang definition ko nga ng love ay pronunciation..

Those are just some of the strange answers to a stupid question (it might be edited simply to exagerate the nature of stupidity on the question). Haven't got anything from it but somewhat fun to ask in a group of bored people. It is really non sense. I just don't get it why it retains in my mind since that time a person asked me that. Do you even Theenk and to Tsink about it? Who in his sane mind could think about such a question? I think it is a good and fun academic paper to talk about. To THeenk or To Tsink? which matters most? which makes the kick off?

Another stupid thing I have done yesterday, was to miss my 8:30 class for artstud2. I could honestly say that it wasn't my fault. I woke up early and left at 7 (That is even earlier than most of the time I went to school). I know that I did my best, just like how doctors would say. I was absent last meeting and what I wanted was to make my presence felt the next so that I wouldn't be known for not attending class. Unluckily, I failed! But it wasn't really my fault!

I was riding to school one day. Everything was okay until a traffic jam began. 1.5 hrs or maybe even more( that was just the traffic maybe add another hour which was the ideal time of travel to the university) did I perish under the pressure of time ( cause I would be late) and the heat of the sunshine. Sitting there in the jeepney thinking how unlucky I was for experiencing this at the least time I expected it to. After we got out of the traffic, I realize that all that happened was because of stupid greedy manners of drivers. Their was no accident, no 1 way lane or any other ussual traffic cause, but only a stupid pile of cars not wanting to let anyone get passed them in an intersection without being cut or blocked. Very Insecure people!

That was just great! I missed my class just because of immoral people! Can't they follow simple traffic rules! Their was a traffic light for the information of everyone, but no one did care about it. I believe that their license must be shred off of them. They are not meant for it. And the stupid part too, where are the MMDA when we need them? If they can't do their job why not just demolish that sector of the government. At least make your self useful, We are paying your fat asses with tax (our family is a good tax payer, and I can be proud of that) not to relax but to desintegrate traffic jams in the metro! i would most likely to appreciate men doing job than pink fences and pink urinals (which leaks, especially those in some densely populated places in the metro) in the streets.

Stupid drivers and strange questions, why are things becoming more peculiar everyday? Is it development or rather ravaging deterioration? I just don't see our world going to a better tomorrow. Everyday things worsen. But, so what, their is still tomorrow anyway, and more tomorrows to come...

[] Blanked Mind []

It is really been strange now a days. Since the dry spell struck the country, it always rains so strong during the night. This night is no difference. Whew! I get chills in my skin because of the cold air that is blowing out through the electric fan. It is actually about 3 inches away from me. Though having such a tingiling sensation, I choose not to close the fan. I think it is better that way rather than feeling excrusiating heat.

Im actually exasperated to the idea that I am starting a new entry with nothing to say. I am sorry but I know that I don't have an idea of what to input here. Nothing strange has happened since my last post. No eruption of emotions; no bad experiences; I got nothing to be proud of or to woe on. I told you my life is boring and that is why I cherish every momentary exciting minutes. Yes, minutes! It actually takes only a second to feel something and about a few minutes to feel the euphoria of whatever you felt. It is always like that. After a minute or two, a surprise, of a birthday party, degrades; the pain, of a break-up, resides and even the humping heart-beat, after a "bulaga" scene in a horror flick, normalizes. i actually don't have much of this so better cherish every moment.

A while ago, I was playing an online game i've been addicted to since highschool. I just don't know why I cannot get rid of it. Maybe its simply my way of going out of reality and making up my own character in a world that not one man says the mean. I get to meet people in it. I even have friends from all the way to Brazil and USA. Hmm.. I actually have no idea again why I shared that part of my life. Strange, don't you think? I am actually not making any sense. My mind is so messed up that I forgot to make a sense of what I was writing. What I am actually doing is writing anything that pops up my mind. It is kind of easier, you know.

Oh, I remembered something for me to be joyful. I have finished my Psychology 101 Research Participation hours. Whew! Isn't it so great? I just started last week and with luck and effort I actually am Finished. Doing a research participation isn't that hard actually it's the gut to go to the experiment that makes it quiet an adventure. Sometimes you would think that the proctors might cut your head off and play with your brain or maybe electecute you and ask what an elephant would look like. Strange ideas would enter your mind as you wait in line. But due to pure luck and friend's leaks, I finished it with all survey experiment. That is something! Hell all the Psychology majors! I'll never let you play with my hypothalamus, Cereberum and what so ever organ I have in my head.

What may happen for the days to come is far from my insight. Well, Im a good omen but not a dogmatic person. Is it going to be fun tomorrow or maybe the day after next? Would the world change and mess up our lives? I have no idea. But, though I would never see the future in advance, I always make sure that I'll never regret it when it comes. I don't actually prepare for it, but just setting my mind that whatever comes, may it be good or bad, it always goes. Nothing is permanent as they say. So if you think the world has forsaken you all this time, don't worry the person beside you might be the next and you would have his way of life after too. You can never prepare for the future. That is so dumb, I guess. Preparing for somthing you don't know what to prepare to? What a stupid idea.

[] Me or Not Me []

I have nothing to do and it is too early to think of one. It's 5:53 am says my computer clock. I'll be having my first class later at 11:30 that is why I am still not pressured to work on my acad- related engagements yet. I woke up this very morning not knowing where my celphone is. I actually woke up the same yesterday because I have not seen it since then. I know that it is just somewhere here at home cause it is not a rare occassion that Im strucked by my stupid mind and lose my sense of space.

So how was yesterday? It was the start of a new beginning as I have heard from a song. I am back here beginning my formal start of my online diary. It was also yesterday that the most awaited , for uaap enthusiasts that is, cheer leading competition took place at the araneta colliseum. Was UP's performance really that extravagant? My friend even complimented it with the word "bongga." I am a UP student but as I watched them on studio 23 I felt bored. I thought if it did not make such an impact to me so should it be with the others. But for the information of all, they won the championship and the 5 straight strick by UST's Salingawi has just ended. Looks like the reign of UST ends here, and our run for a 6 strick win should start by now (6 because the 5 peat win of UST is the highest consecutive winning record of the said cheer dance competition). It must really be just me clouded by my ingratitude to the UP pep squad that is why I am not astonished to their performance. Congratulation UP Pep Squad! You are now absolutely back.

The fish came all cheering down. Jacob my brother who might just be equally stupid like me, his older brother, made the strangest act done to a fish bowl. Who in his sane mind would play with the fishes with his own hands inside the fish bowl? It was after the UP performance as i remember when the incident of the breaking fish bowl began. Poor fish bowl, lying by itself at the table in the hallway, ended his endeavor for a greater tomorrow for the gold fishes residing in him. It was fun to tease my brother as he rushes himself trying to save the fishes who dropped out of the bowl as its water spilled out. He even joked saying that he was to perform cpr for the fishes who at the incident died too.

I could not understand the world. How was it that in her good nature be so cruel? Look at the fishes, the fish bowl and even the water in it. Was it not that they were enjoying their own world? Was it not a human, someone out of their world, mumbled into them and broke their home? Injustice in its most simplest form fell on dumb ears. If only the fish could speak, how grudging must have he became. It is always like this in our world, the ships get the bigger catch than the boats.

[] Blogspot Betrayal []

Yes, Don't ask any questions anymore. I myself am surprise to find out that I'll be willing to shout the story of my life here in public again, in a dimension which no man can walk through but everyone can travel through. All of the busy schedules, the stupid lonely days and all the problems crumpled into my face pushed me into halting all this life-sharing. But in a matter of seconds Im brought back here, to where I use to make up my dreams, sob my failures and cheer my success.

Why then the hell am I here now blogging again? I absolutely do not understand myself. What I remember is that I was all alone in front of the computer and with nothing to do. I look through the yahoo messenger and found no one good enough for a conversation. With my stupid ingenuity, I asked Jhector : " Tanung: mukhang luto yung sa UP noh?" Yes people, I asked the damn question and Yes, Im still a UP student. But that is not the question at hand, will go there later. There, so I begun a conversation with him. Before he left, he asked me if I made any new entry at my former blog. There and then, I realize why haven't I? So due to my weird intuition, I decided to make a new blog for everyone to laugh and woe about. Im saying thank you to Hector Rodil Franco 'cause he made a very wise question that he might be applauded of after some years when I become someone no man could ever be.

Next question: Why make a new one and why not retain the other account? First and foremost, evryone should know by now how stupid I am. Here is the big news: I forgot my username and password. See, that is why I'm here right now. Because now that I have passion I actually lost the place I could input my passion on. And to make things clearer to those people who have nothing more to do than make damn stories about my decision, I did not leave the blog because I want to forget the past. Im here because of the past why should I forget it. More over, if I am so into the no-past-yes-present-future mind set, I should have closed the whole past account. So stop muttering about my blog.

So this should be my opening remarks. Welcome me! A whole new adventure awaits us. I cannot promise any better posts because my life has not gotten any better. But I wish I could do so. I would'nt want to waste the bandwidth I share with all the other livejournal-ist. So here it is.

I present to you the life of a person who does noy know of anything but wishes to be something. A person whose only believing in his dreams and all that happens to him.Welcome all of you to a whole new world. I hope to make you walk into the picture and see through me.

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Well what you are actually seeing now is my very shameful betrayal of the blogspot.com. It wasn't really my fault. But after messing up too much on the live journal.com, I realize I wasn't meant there and it is better off back here ,home. For those who want to see my account there which only has 3 posts and after which I cant take anymore here is the address : andrew0820.livejournal.com

Stop the drama. I actually was peaking through my saved e-mails and found my registration message in there. I got my password and now I am back. See you guys here, not in LJ. I hate the templating procedure in LJ. It is not html-basic friendly. So many stuff that in my intellegent yet incomplete mind is very difficult to understand.

And an additional information for the people reading this. The next two post would be the same as what I have posted in my LJ. Don't worry guys cause I'll not be posting there again so as not to confuse you. I'll be here. comments and tags are most appreciated. And Fucking Bot Advertisers, having my blog public does not allow you to spam very strange advertisements. I don't care about Bush or any wheel mags or ladies raped rapidly and intensively. I know you cannot understand this you Bots. So I'd better stop here... More of me next time...