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Arroyo rushed to Hospital

Now I have more reason to be converted to Hinduism.

Categories: Pulitikahan
Tags: Gloria Macapagal Arroyo

WHAT’S MY REAL EGO?

I’m losing my identity.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been idle to this blog. For the past few months, I’ve posted articles with phrases “I’ve been idle” for 3 times already.

It’s not because I’m too busy with my responsibilities in school I’m losing my grip to what I used to do in this blog. But perhaps the only reason I wanna stress out is that I’m stressing myself to keep on doing what I’m not comfortable to do anymore. I am thinking that being asiatic is distinguished in the articles that I publish in this blog, but rather babbles about my ordinary, and usually, extraordinary stuff in my college life. Yep. I’m trying to make an identity in this blog but the identity that I used to promulgate is already diminishing.

I think I’ll be making an alter-ego of me.

I’m not what I used to be anymore. I rant about politics, I rant about mainstream media, I rant about my personal misadventures… is that really asiatic?

Identity crisis, for God sake. Why now? Is it because of our organizational dispute?

Maybe. Perhaps I still have to take another doze of brain vitamins for a week.

———-

I’m currently working on a new blog with the title “Estudyanteng Pinoy”, presumably anticipating for a more cozy atmosphere of myself inside and outside school while currently enrolled in a semi-state university. O great, another blog again.

Apparently I’m tasked to finish my comic series for the so-called ’supplementary issue’ of our student pub–perhaps another compromise to our organizational dispute of whether to stand corrected or just remain silent about the CvSU heckling incident.

Anger is not what I’m feeling right now…

I’m so depressed. I just can’t demonstrate to my pub colleagues how sad I am right now–how frustrated I am right now. I can’t seem to find a pacifying method of establishing an organizational issue which was, well, apparently left to be forgotten to dimwits. I guess, I’m calmed down already. I guess, I must continue working with my co-staffers to retain our pub as fortified as possible, not noticing its flaws for the past few months… Perhaps the only way to convince them is to show them how responsible I am regardless of these ‘depressing factors’ that changed my perspective towards them–not personally, but as a fellow Gazette editor.

I just feel sorry for them… and it hurts me so much–badly.

It’s not plasticity, I underscore. It’s empathy… it’s procrastination. If the right time comes, I guest I need to contradict my intra-manipulation and voice out what I must voice out– friendly and professionally.

For now, we must continue serving the studentry. For now, I must continue to serve the students in realtime–to serve using the methods other people have oriented me….

I must continue serving the people in my own way.

———

I’ll just announce if my new blog is ready. ^_^

Categories: Personalan, Eskwelahan
Tags: Extudyanteng Pinoy

WHAT’S MY REAL EGO?

I’m losing my identity.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been idle to this blog. For the past few months, I’ve posted articles with phrases “I’ve been idle” for 3 times already.

It’s not because I’m too busy with my responsibilities in school I’m losing my grip to what I used to do in this blog. But perhaps the only reason I wanna stress out is that I’m stressing myself to keep on doing what I’m not comfortable to do anymore. I am thinking that being asiatic is distinguished in the articles that I publish in this blog, but rather babbles about my ordinary, and usually, extraordinary stuff in my college life. Yep. I’m trying to make an identity in this blog but the identity that I used to promulgate is already diminishing.

I think I’ll be making an alter-ego of me.

I’m not what I used to be anymore. I rant about politics, I rant about mainstream media, I rant about my personal misadventures… is that really asiatic?

Identity crisis, for God sake. Why now? Is it because of our organizational dispute?

Maybe. Perhaps I still have to take another doze of brain vitamins for a week.

———-

I’m currently working on a new blog with the title “Estudyanteng Pinoy”, presumably anticipating for a more cozy atmosphere of myself inside and outside school while currently enrolled in a semi-state university. O great, another blog again.

Apparently I’m tasked to finish my comic series for the so-called ’supplementary issue’ of our student pub–perhaps another compromise to our organizational dispute of whether to stand corrected or just remain silent about the CvSU heckling incident.

Anger is not what I’m feeling right now…

I’m so depressed. I just can’t demonstrate to my pub colleagues how sad I am right now–how frustrated I am right now. I can’t seem to find a pacifying method of establishing an organizational issue which was, well, apparently left to be forgotten to dimwits. I guess, I’m calmed down already. I guess, I must continue working with my co-staffers to retain our pub as fortified as possible, not noticing its flaws for the past few months… Perhaps the only way to convince them is to show them how responsible I am regardless of these ‘depressing factors’ that changed my perspective towards them–not personally, but as a fellow Gazette editor.

I just feel sorry for them… and it hurts me so much–badly.

It’s not plasticity, I underscore. It’s empathy… it’s procrastination. If the right time comes, I guest I need to contradict my intra-manipulation and voice out what I must voice out– friendly and professionally.

For now, we must continue serving the studentry. For now, I must continue to serve the students in realtime–to serve using the methods other people have oriented me….

I must continue serving the people in my own way.

———

I’ll just announce if my new blog is ready. ^_^

Categories: Personalan, Eskwelahan
Tags: Extudyanteng Pinoy

ACADEMIC AND CINEMATIC APPRAISAL

I missed my own self being on the roads of my school. I missed the times when my blockmates and I munch cheap hamburger and diluted iced tea (on a plastic bag) in an area we call “Batibot”, a seemingly implanted earth-floored area between our still constructed 8-storey library and the canteen. Until know, I still don’t know why the heck students and teachers call it “Batibot”. I’ve never seen any Pong Pagongs and Kiko Matsings on the woods nearby the place except for a few human counterparts who sings Tagalog nursery rhymes.

Have enrolled to Cavite State University today without being baked my the borderline between summer and rainy season.

I wish I have my digicam soon. Can’t camwhore since the time I wished to.

——

I got overloaded with 9 subjects. Subjects which 50 percent comprised none of my course’s relativity.

Cavite State University, like any state colleges and universities in the Philippines apparently being less subsidized by Arroyo’s administration, showed how monkey business exist in schools.

Summer classes.

We were obliged to take 2 subjects with 3 units each for the month of April and May straight. Subjects of their so-called Certificate of Information System Management, which can be taken in regular semesters, are included as pre-requisites in our new curriculum. Subjects of least priority, which are augmented with a 5-thousand peso worth of school fees. Too much for a state university to charge.

What the hell–for 2 subjects, we are suppressed to pay tons? Figuratively almost 70 percent of the total fees being paid for 23-unit semesters? If they insist students to take it on summer, why did they also include these subjects available to regular semesters? I’ve just enrolled to one, that’s why.

Because of that, majority of my classmates were dismayed by the recent information. I was, well, laughing with disbelief when someone told me that she has registered with one of these summer classed subjects for this semester. I’m glad that I was too lazy to ride a one-hour jeepney just to study how to use Photoshop and edit videos, lessons that a mass comm student would require to take. Jesus Christ, I’ve been a Photoshop artist since highschool ^_^

They were envious that during the times when they have to wake themselves for their early 7 am classes, I am still sleeping.

And now, they are thinking that they have just flushed thousands of bucks with summer obligations like that. Regularly, we pay 10 thousand pesos (approx) for an average 23 unit semester. My classmates paid 6 thousand for their CISM60 amd 101 6-unit summer classes. I paid eleven thousand pesos for 24 units this semester, adding CISM 60 on my list.

See the freakin’ difference?

They are pissed off with the situation. They tried to sourgrape, but I insist it’s only an additional 3 hr-subject difference. They are pissed more.

———–

I’m no moviegoer. Literally, I have entered cinemas only 4 times in my entire life. I dunno, I was just scared of the bedbugs or the yawnfest I might be getting when I accompany no one in the silver screen.

Thanks to Video City, I was able to watch piles of flicks. The most recent are ‘Fun with Dick and Hane’, and my currently most fave ‘Memoirs of a Geisha’.

Fun with Dick and Jane is superbly hilarious. It’s about a couple (Jim Carrey and an artist I don’t bother remembering) who lived a glamorous life. Dick was promoted as VP for Communications, only to find out that his boss looted all their stocks to his personal bank account. The world laughs and blames Dick while his wife loves her so dearly I don’t know the hell she doesn’t complain too much about their financial situation which I nevertheless find so unreal. Eventually, the company was dissolved, and Dick and Jane became robbers– crazy robbers that is. You’ll just laugh while watching it.

Memoirs of a Geisha is… stunningly poignant. Wow. Amazing. No wonder the novel is a masterpiece. It’s a 1900 something Japanese Cinderella, capturing the life and the emancipation of a blue-eyed geisha envied by her ugly (except Gong-Li) fellow geishas, who struggled to live her resistant yet persistent job compromising her one and only love. Zhang Zi Yi really is sexy. She kicked my heart out when she debut in the movie as the ‘no. 1 geisha in the town’, trancing on the stage. She danced on big heeled slippers while the rest is just astonishing.

Categoy: Personalan

CONVENIENCE OF A CONVENIENCE STORE

If an airconditioned mini grocery store opens in our neighborhood or near your town / downtown / uptown (whatever), there would be 3 most likely possibilities.

It would be a regular 9 to 9 (or 10) pm shop, a 7eleven (or some unknowns), or a store built by some small players. Family business, I suppose.

Among these three, 7eleven’s where I oftenly purchase goodies. Of course, my mom goes to those groceries because she has the bucks to afford so I’m the poor proletariat who frequently goes out-of-town too early or returns home too late. I’m the gooey who peeks out for open sari-sari stores for mini bites to munch on because typically, err, I wake up like Juan Tamad.

Why are these stores convenient?

1. People would agree to me that their first reason why commuters enter conveniece stores is because they want to make pabarya or cashing out or coining out big amounts of money for small expenditures. Small expenditures like buying cigarettes, candies, cellphone prepaid loads, tricycle or jeepney fares, and so on. Of couse, when my mom hands me out my allowance, expect that it would be 5-hundreds or thousands–fresh from the bank. For my own convenience, I usually purchase iced green teas or sparkling mineral waters while those red capped people on the counter frenzied by digging in their registers for 20, 50, or 100 peso bills. I’m so mean.

2. I don’t know how but a lot of Filipinos are transposed to our traditional Filipino time. I am always late. Late waking and brushing myself up while forgetting to feed the worms in my stomach. It’s good to know that at last–for 48 years–Indang, Cavite where my so-called Cavite State University is located, finally has a franchise of 7eleven for our own convenience. I love baked macs and hotdogs and micro breakfast meals. I was happy when they offered freebies to micro meals, like ice teas and stuff.
   Actually, we have this municipality-proclaimed 24-hr store–sari-sari store, that is– which offers typical Filipino items in retail prices. I used to go there because I can take a closer look at the sari-sari store owner’s interiors. They’s f*ckin’ rich, but a sari-sari store.
3. For Fresh-air! These stores are open to everybody. So whenever you are waiting for someone and you don’t want too many people to buzz you off with a hybrid of aromas from a variety of fast-food meals in Jollibee or McDo, 24/7 stores fit you with their offerings of some stainless-steel tables and chairs. Not to mention if the security guard is a hunkie or the saleslady is a hottie. ^_^Of course, don’t let the staff to notice your objective. Buy yourself Mentos or a bottled green tea.

4. Of course, when I’m so freakin’ late going home (because my employer-slash-director who lately had a blind item for his brash loud-mouthed character… har-har), I buy food. Not in closed Jollibees. Not in McDo’s. Not in Greenwiches (all of which are located in Dasma Bayan [downtown]) but in 7eleven’s.

5. Very appropriate for cramming people of the Philippines. When I need items in a hurry while sari-sari stores are still closed, 24/7 stores are just right for me. School supplies, tissue papers, drinks, and of course, energy drinks. I swallow a bottle or two of Bacchus or Red Bull everytime I feel insane of not sleeping for loads of work.
6. Diversionary tactic. If you want to hide, or just want to show you a busy doing other stuff, let your friends or colleagues see you entering one of these stores and pretend that you are looking for something. That would be convenient in case you don’t want to enter fast-food chains.

   And my last (but can still add up)…

7. Books and mags. Food. Toiletries. School supplies. Kitchen cleaning materials.

But there’s one thing I really don’t like in convenience stores.

Their items are so freakin’ expensive.

Would expensive considered ‘convenient’?

Maybe that’s why they are open for cashing/coining out bills.

Take a wild guess.

Categories: Personalan
Tags:7-Eleven

CANVAS – Episode 3 (Alimpungatan)

My very own comic series. Canvas.

Isn’t it cool?

My own comic series about a girl who’s not supposed to live in year 2006. Now, she is being dwelled by cute guys– a university president’s son, a snubbish flutist PhySci teacher, some caped guards, and a thousand miles.

Oh well, hope it’ll not turn-out to be another sci-fi novel rip-off. ^_^ But I guess if people have read so much sci-fi stories, they might have clues to which lit work would have been my primary source.

Duh? I’m not fond of hifalutin literature. I love stereotypical Koreanovelas, Lord of the Rings, animes, and other usual stuff.

Details about my comic series (published in The Gazette) soon (that is, if we have something to publish ^_^)

Oh BTW, what’s “alimpungatan” in English?

Categories:Personalan, Eskwelahan
Tags: Canvas

MANNY PACQUIAO – SPAMMING ADs – STILL COUNTING

I’ve posted this before. And I’ve posted it again. Why?

Golly. Manny Pacquiao is an ad spammer. And he proves it once more.

You can see him clinching on your stinky smelly feet. You can see him punching your head and muscle pains off. You can see him inviting people to smack themselves to booze and festivity. You can see him on your bloodstream. You can see him digesting your fried chicken or tuna flakes inside your stomach. You can see him drinking milk and eating ice cream. You can see him wear his own sport apparel.

Now, he can force you to gulp a doze of hyperacidic tabs for a vinegar fortified with iron.

If you’re a Filipino, you know exactly what I’m talking about…

You can see him here, there, yon, and everywhere.

He now endorses:

1. San Miguel Beer (whoah. among the chosen “highly-paid” few)

Alaxan (Ibuprofen|Paracetamol) tablets

1. Circulan 41 capsules
2. Magnolia milk
3. Magnolia ice cream
4. McDonalds
5. Darlington socks
6. Dolly tuna
7. PM Sports Apparel, and even (worse),
8. Pres. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. Now,
9. Datu Puti Suka (vinegar)

Jesus Christ ^_^;;

He’s printed on posters, on leaflets, on banners, on tarpaulines, on billboards, pictures, on life-size full-body photoboards, on newspapers, inside clocks, on junk food wrappers, on your cellphones, on your cd covers, in your mp3 players, on your pirated cd covers, on dvds, in cinemas, on tv…

And in my blog.

Ok. He’s popular. He’s a heroic icon. He’s a star. No, he’s a celebrity. He’s a superstar!

After winning that non-title Morales match preceeding with several triumphant matches, he has become an institution in the history of boxing, and of course, Philippine Sports. He established a distinct “Pacman” on the slates. No Tyson. No Velasco. Just Pacman.

People are just elated because of his popularity and his victory. People admire him, idolizing him, praise him, worship him (OMG… I’m overdoing it ^_^). ABS-CBN starts to pirate him and use him to promote their low-rated TV shows. He’s so overwhelming, even Lito Camo composed a song for him. Oh bother. So nakakatawa (funny). What an effort of ABS-CBN.

Now, he’s being abused by several advertisers, capitalist companies, and traditional politicians.

In the Philippines, no Filipino wouldn’t recognize the names and faces of Kris Aquino (former Pres. Cory Aquino’s daughter), Sharon Cuneta (the richest and highest paid actress whose husband’s a senator), Vilma Santos (the most popular and the most awarded actress whose husband’s a congressman), Angel Locsin (most popular sexy teen heroine actress) and of course, the Pacman.

Maybe such is the routine of too much popularity and prominence in the mainstream media. If you’re famous, of fame which crosses the boundaries of the rich and the poor (and not so rich and poor), you’ll be bombarded with lots of proposals, invitations, sponsorships, guestings, and the like. For fans even like the celebrities would idolize. Capitalists will, as the demand of the consumers is concerned, utilize it and abuse it, ’till all the juices are extracted from deep within their bone cavities. Now, they’re doing it to Pacman.

Hope he won’t fade out like Rod Navarrete. Hope he maintains his humility.

Does he?

Tag: Manny Pacquiao

I GOT SMACKED!

Oh golly. I got smacked. Actually, I was kicked. ^_^

I appreciate italk2much’s efforts of lambasting my blog. Huhuhu. Plasticity at my best.

It was kind of them to say nice things about my blog. One is that I was the ugliest creature they have ever seen in the entire cosmos, that I had the stupidest sidebars, that I had the unintelligble non-English poetry and prose and so on and so fort. Geez, it’s so nice of them. They are so friendly. Hope someone would smack their website’s cheesy layout and bust their tried hard schmucking blast offs to stupid bloggers like me. Isn’t it so nice?

I was hoping for real REAL smacking comments. But I guess some of these god-damned pretentious smacking personas really tried to make sense of proving their smacking prowess but then unearthly out of place, out of this world, and maybe, just to make fun of themselves. Well, they became famous because of that. Hehehe…

As they say, I have to do my best to improve my blog. Maybe because of being idle, I wasn’t able to supply sensible posts for the past few weeks, perhaps? Or it’s the reality that I’m losing my grip to reality for all the things that has happened to me. That would be a long story. Probably in that point, I absorbed their smacking. Since I’m a newbie blogger, I guess their smack is or would probably be constructive. Jesus Christ. ^_^ How is it hard for me to take it seriously? Because they are not serious?

But thanks to italk2much for talking too much anyway. I’m happy that they find time to patiently browse my site.

Yet it just reminds me of what has happened to my comrades about their reading of my precious blog, particularly about their hand-washing.

I was so disappointed, again for the nth time, for hearing that they were shot personally by my post and that it has questioned their benefactors’ integrity, for teaching them how to be what they are right now—that I have judged their character simply with my post. That is, for playing safe in times that our publication should demonstrate and tangibly practice its principle and essence of ’serving the people’. Serving the people, by being coward?

I was so disappointed, again for the nth time, for their understatements that I was so shallow and so disrespectful for my post. Literally, I was vulgar. But does that really make sense? I should respect their decision ‘daw’? And what I did is ‘disrespectful’? Disrespectful for disclosing my frustrations online that I had co-staffers in our publication with the perspective similar to Mike Defensor? Haven’t they realized my ‘freedom of expression’? Or they were just ashamed that people would realize that they are disrespectful to my fellow comrades who participated wholly in the CvSU heckling incident, to the youth organizations similar to ours with the same advocacies, and to the rest of the people connected and related to our field? Or simply to Ate Tere? Ashamed that people would read their cowardice? Their playing safe? Fill in the blanks.

And then, they are condemning me for what I did.

Simple phrases.

I stand corrected. I did nothing wrong. I am not ashamed of my stand about the incident.
What about them?

Jesus. I haven’t given them the layout. Each time I entered their office and upload the files in my CD, my CDs always jam. Never failed to always fail reading. Did it in our first meeting with the cutesy Tweety bird CD now without my awareness of its apparent whereabouts. Second when these people called for an ‘important’ meeting using a CD which I bought for 10 pesos, but then when I slammed in on the drive, it stopped responding. Everytime I upload the layout files, my files jam. Not once, but twice.

Isn’t it ‘divine intervention’? That ’someone’ doesn’t want me to upload the files to our pub’s PC? That ’someone’ doesn’t want me to give them our magazine layout that contains none what our mag supposed to contain—our stand about the heckling incident? That mag that was begged to be encoded with a ‘both-sided, super objective, over-the-counter’ news analysis? Ok, both sides. Then afterwards, what?

They promised me to mail that news to me so I can edit it right away. Zzzz…

I have finished my freakin’ layout. Ready to be uploaded. But now, our family struggles for money even for a 70 peso jeepney fare. Crawling for fetish poverty. Geez.

Categories: Personalan, Kompyuteran