Wednesday, December 23, 2009
mamamasko po!
Kay sigla ng gabi
Ang lahat ay kay saya
Nagluto ang Ate ng manok na
tinola
Sa bahay ng Kuya ay mayro' litsonan pa
Ang bawat tahanan may handang
iba'iba
Tayo na giliw
Magsalo na tayo
Mayro'na tayong
Tinapay at keso
Di ba Noche Buena
Sa gabing ito
At bukas ay araw ng
Pasko
It’s Christmas once again and with it come hoards of people –
some you know, some you don’t even see in your neighborhood - who serenade you
with typical songs for the season then stop immediately as soon as you hand over
some coins. <talk about typical>
Actually,
just the sound of clanging stainless metals and the soft dum-dum of improvised
drums is really an indication in our place that the awaited day of celebration
and merry-making is just a few winks away. Luckily, we don’t have a Grinch here…
In our neighborhood, the caroling of the little children (and
the adults as well) starts simultaneously with the starting day of
misa de gallo. I don’t know if it’s
just a coincidence or if there is a conspiracy of the carolers at work here.
Whatever. Anyway, this caroling can last up to December nth or until the
children’s vocal cords get tired of singing and are already busy making their
improvised fireworks. They tend to abandon their new toys just to get hold of
the hippest thing. (fireworks and all, if you still don’t get it)
From what I could remember, I used to do the same thing:
traveling around every street and displaying our vocal abilities to every house
that we think has human beings still living inside. Since we were just children
then (and still bearing the innocence and arrogance of being one), we don’t care
if the people living inside the house we’re caroling with are even Catholics or
not. What we only need is money for our impeccable renditions of the usual
Christmas songs. harhar
During this season also comes my favoritism towards the
carolers. Here’s a summary: (1) a group of children in our neighborhood – 2
pesos, (2) an entire class of high school students – 10-15 pesos <this may
depend on their performance>, (3) a group of elderly men and women – 10 pesos,
(4) another group of children in our place, then suddenly I saw my cousin(s)
hiding at the back of the group with his back toward me – 2 pesos for each
caroler.
I could remember one time when an entire class of students
passed by our house and asked me if they could perform. But since they disturbed
my game and they lacked initiative to perform without asking, I replied, “Wala
po kasi rito yung may-ari eh.” Then I realized my mistake. What am I then doing
here? That happened just last Monday, and I’m still laughing at the thought of
it. I bet the carolers didn’t understand my answer; they were perhaps too much
disappointed at my rejection.
They’re lucky I am not the Mr. Bean type who listens then
shuts the door without even paying. That’s too mean, and I wouldn’t do that kind
of thing.
Christmas season is a time of gift-giving. MERRY CHRISTMAS
then to all of you!!!
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
of candid shots and radiant
smiles...
Location:Savio Church, Mandaluyong City
Date: November 28, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
e.t.c (end of thinking
capacity)
The last few days of October have witnessed me battle and
struggle with an unseen foe. I even
wished one time I could see it so I could strangle it to its death. Before I
proceed, I want to talk more of this enemy of mine. No, it was not a ghost nor
was it a horror of a child’s imagination. [I’ve got enough ghost stories in my
life to freak out anyone, so I won’t recall any of those here]
It was a virus - a virus that I could have easily removed
if only I had better anti-virus software during those stressful times. The
virus, now known to me as Win32 Parite B virus, entered the system after I
installed an ISO –maker software. Okay, it’s (ALL) my fault. But I tried to get
rid of it with all the remaining computer knowledge left in me…my comp. was on
the verge of breaking down, and truthfully…so was I. The virus started to
replicate in the contents of the temp folder in the Local Disk, and the only
wise choice then (according to my goddamned antivirus) was to remove the
infected file. That’s just like murdering
your own PC by pulling of its internal parts while it’s still alive and running.
Symptoms: the blue screen during startup (where you select the user) is not
appearing anymore, your System Restore is corrupted (it’s also enabled for the
virus to come back and replicate), and you can’t open some programs anymore (no matter how hard you click your mouse) .
After I tried almost all the possible solutions, I told my
brother that he should reformat the computer. Several days later, I just woke up
to find that our computer is running fine again. My brother, being the computer
engineer that he is, reformatted it and converted the OS to Windows 7.
Truthfully, I found W7 much more amusing than our past OS (XP). It has several
new applications and gadgets to offer, and (though with great difficulty at
first) it’s easier to use than Vista. There’s my favorite Snipping Tool which
allows you to capture a portion of your screen and save it as a picture file.
The Calculator, in addition, can now serve as your standard, scientific,
programmer, or statistics calcu. There’s also the Sticky Notes app., modified
Window Media Center and Windows Media Player, and so much more.
I never even missed my XP with the new 7.
Well, that’s just some little techie talk. What’s up with
me now? : I’ve been reading again the Night Shift of Stephen King [sometimes I’m
wondering how he could tolerate having his name put up in front of such a
demonic book]…
Adieu.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
battle royale: an essay for eng 1
There is a common notion
that the paths one must tread during his stay at the University of the
Philippines (UP) are the windiest and the narrowest he or she will ever
encounter in life. However, this perception of UP life is too much a hyperbole
in my part, now that I can already call myself a true “Isko”. But still, such
thoughts are inevitable to the public… especially if you’re one of those on the
verge of reviewing for the UPCAT; knowing that was only just the antebellum of
another book in the series of your life. In no doubt, the following suggestions
are helpful, but not as effective as having the will and determination to
survive. UP life, in simile or metaphor, is the survival of the fittest: If
you’re not fast enough, you’re food.
I wouldn’t call myself an expert with such matters (given that I was just
a freshman beyond any extreme experience) nor would I call myself an ignoramus
with no sense of awareness with my new environment.
Anyhow, here are my NINE suggestions
(for the interested freshies and the incoming ones) to withstand the
always-hectic UP life.
1.
Have your contacts ready.
It is always better to have I-know-all-about-UP friends by your side –
especially if you’re an easy-go lucky person like me. This is to assure that you
won’t miss any important dates: first day of school, deadline of STFAP
application, pre-enlistment period, and enrollment week. In addition, this will
save you from asking too much questions when you’re in the battleground itself –
trust me, you won’t like to be fooled into submitting a 3x3 ID picture to the UP
Computer Center or going to the lagoon looking for TBA.
2.
Know when and where you’re going.
Having a timetable of your schedule is better than waiting like a hungered
scavenger for a postponed or transferred event. Classes in UP are usually held
at different colleges, depending on the subject. Of course, the monotonous cycle
of riding the IKOT and TOKI jeep, climbing the what-seem-to-be never-ending
staircase of CAL and the ever-exhausting walk to the MB will soon register as
memories in your cerebrum cortex. Experience
, as what our parents say, is the best professor you’ll ever have. (Hint: PE classes are often held at the UP gym on the first day of
classes, not anywhere else.)
3.
Be a socialite.
Having a bunch of friends or a close friend (or
a more-than-close friend… just kidding) will definitely ease every burden that
you carry in UP. Believe me, the terror profs and the highfaluting tests are
just pinpricks (I didn’t state the size of the pin) if you have a good dose of
laughter or inspiration from your friends. (Tip: It’s good to have
newfound friends already on your first day so you can share first time views and
experiences with each other, making everything else needed to be done just a
breeze on both parts.)
4.
Don’t get paranoid.
Grades are important to any student, and the
sight of a 5.0 in a bluebook will definitely make any student in UP panic.
However (though you’re not aware of it),
there is always a chance to get through that crease. Identify what part of the
exam you really flunked then study your prof’s pattern in giving exams. Use your
foresight and try to discover what he or she will give you in the next test.
You can also borrow samplex [sample
exams] from the DLRC or attend organizations offering free tutorials and group
studies to widen more your knowledge about the subject. Study hard, then study
harder, and if that’s not enough, eat all your books and readings. Just kidding.
Simply do your best and believe in your abilities. Remember, faithless is he who
says farewell when the road darkens.
5.
Know all the quick curves and shortcuts.
Whenever you’re in a tight spot, don’t
panic. Learn how to solve the problem with your scholarly mind. If your brain is
already on the brink of breaking down, use all my suggestions; usually, nos. 1
and 3 are of great help. When the
professor said that your student number or CRS is not on her class list (like
what happened to me), know the roots of the problem then approach the authority
who can aid you most likely. In my case, the OUR took care of all of it; though
I don’t know why the Computer Center couldn’t do anything about my problem.
Anyway, just a helpful tip: Never be afraid to inquire anyone about your
problem, especially if you feel that it’s really a big one.
Likewise, asking questions is nothing to
be ashamed of. That’s nothing compared to what will result if you still keep
your head way up high.
6.
Don’t pressure yourself too much.
Yes, maintaining good marks in one of the most prestige universities in the
Philippines can really make you pressure yourself. However, don’t exaggerate
with it. I have one suggestion to ease the stress though: Take a deep breath
-think of it as gathering all your weariness and stress: all the failed exams,
all the terror profs, all the beyond-annoying bullies, all the heartaches and
all the problems in the family - then breathe it all out.
Just don’t do this in front of a person;
you probably don’t want to breathe in another problem again.
7.
Be happy.
Make
your life in UP at least less serious. Take your time and bond with your friends
(only when you know you’ve got time to spare). Chat and share things with your
friends. Smile often. Laugh a lot. Just don’t overdo it – you don’t want be
called the next Zorro, I suppose.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
9:26 am
“Naisip ko lang…di ba there’s no such word as “neutral”?”
asked the man to his friend who, like me, were both staring into nothingness and
listening to silence until it was broken by a/an (insert adjective here)
question.
“I don’t think so…kasi
every two different things has a definite point between them,” contradicted the
other.
“Hindi, kasi there’s nothing between good and bad. It’s
either you’re good side > your bad side, or your bad side > the good side.
Hindi naman pwede laging everyone’s good
side = to his bad side, di ba?”
“Uhmmm… pero di ba sa line, laging may isang middle point –
midpoint, in short. So I think there is a “neutral” in every two different
points,” he said calmly though there was already a hint of irritability in his
voice.
“Wait lang. Ano ba ang definition ninyo ng “neutral” ? Baka
magkaiba kayo ng tinutukoy na neutral,” interjected another.
… And they went on like this for the next more minutes…
Okay, I admit it. I
uzi-ed on their conservation but I don’t think it’s my fault if I was gifted
with such a strong sense of hearing. Also, they’re making themselves heard and those
were just mundane things they’re talking about. No assassination plots
mentioned. No future suicide bombings. Nothing special in short… just that
“neutral” thing…
Anyway, I’m here again, reappearing after a two-month
absence. I’m so busy with my schooling that I don’t even have time for my
education… haha…Weird. Na-miss ko tuloy 4 –Aver… (27)…
<sigh>Also,
Michael Jackson’s dead. Cory Aquino’s
dead. Albus Dumbledore’s dead… who’s next? Spongebob?… <another sigh>
Okay, so much for that… I just dropped by to update my blog
and to lament, at least, on the former President’s death. If we’ll think about
it, she’s the reason why we can write freely in our blogs and still live for
another post.
Adieu.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
fun facts
While I was rummaging through my old books yesterday, I
accidentally found this small paperback that, if my memory’s not failing already,
I bought when Scholastic Book Club held a book fair in DBTC. It’s entitled
“Sacks of Facts about People”, and if you can’t infer what it is basically all
about, I wonder how you are reading this. Just kidding. Anyway, I just wanted to
share to you some of the information contained in that small book which, I found
very amusing, fascinating, captivating, entrancing…Whatever.:
·
The hydrochloric acid [(HCl (aq.)] in
our digestive system could dissolve nails.
·
The surface area of one lung is equal to that of
a tennis court.
·
When your cheeks blush, your stomach lining does
also.
·
There are small magnetic fields around the human
heart and brain.
·
There is enough fat in the human body to make
seven bars of soap.
·
80 % of our body heat escapes through our head.
·
A quarter of all our bones are in our feet.
·
We shed one complete layer of skin every four
weeks.
·
The carbon in the human body could make 9000
pencils.
·
Only human beings smile.
·
We blink 25 times a minute.
·
Pope Adrian VI died after swallowing a fly.
·
Mozart wrote “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” at the
age of five.
·
Julius Caesar wore a laurel wreath only to hide
his baldness.
·
Pablo Picasso burnt some of his pictures to keep
himself warm.
·
Napoleon’s wife could turn her ears inside out.
·
Attila the Hun was probably a dwarf.
·
Leonardo the Vinci invented an alarm clock that
tickled the sleeper’s feet.
·
The word “set” can be used in 214 ways.
·
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis is
a lung complaint.
·
Fillings in teeth can pick up radio waves.
·
Tomato catsup was first sold as medicine.
·
The word “Abracadabra” was invented to cure hay
fever.
·
In nearly every language, the word for mother
starts with “m”.
·
The screwdriver was invented before the screw.
… and the list of more interesting
facts that, probably, we aren’t aware of goes on… and I won’t be including all
of them here…
Furthermore, I just want to cite
my source [in APA style]… uhm… forget that I said APA … “Sacks of Facts about…
People”. Scholastic Pty Limited.
1993.
Adieu.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
random thoughts
It has been
more than one whole month since my last post. But the H1N1
virus and the sex videos have nothing to do with this hibernation of mine. I
guess I was just preoccupied with other matters that left my blog dormant for a
while, which at least, could help in conservation of some electricity … and
money.
Looking at
the bright side, I still managed to place a picture of my recital in my home
page. I guess my father is not much of a photographer, but I’m lucky he still
acquired a good photo. I can remember asking him why he took photos instead of
videotaping it, and he was like saying, “Oo nga no!”… Haha… Lucky indeed!
I’m now
quite busy with my family’s old books. And when I said “old”, I’m not referring
to those which have been bought five, ten years ago, but books which are older
than me or….my parents. It’s an insult to call them “old”; maybe “antique”,
“aged”, “very very old” are more appropriate. Nothing worth blogging there,
unless you want to talk about complex engineering problems and… well, you get
the point.
I’m not
blogging because I’m bored. I just realized that boredom is the result of not
seeing every opportunity that comes the way… that whenever we fail to see them,
they will just burst like soap bubbles in the air… and then comes boredom.
And then I
saw the opportunity to blog and fill the gap of my absence. At least, I have
kept boredom at bay.
I guess that
would be all for now.
Adieu.
***
INA: Anak,
huwag ka ng magsasalita ng masasama ha.
ANAK: Inay,
si Shakespeare nga nagsasalita rin ng masasama, sa kanya ko lang ginaya iyon.
INA: O sige…
sa susunod, huwag ka nang makikipaglaro kay Shakespeare.
Entries posted between August 30, 2008 to
June 9, 2009 were accidentally
deleted, and believe me, the author is still crying
about it.