a sunny days

here I am forcing myself to blog again...

I just got my grades.. and yeah... I am satisfied with my grades.. no.. scratch that... I am surprised with my grades.. with some grades at least...

copy paste commence!

INTRODUCTION TO COLLEGE ENGLISH	2.0
INTRODUCTION TO PHILOSOPHY	2.25
WORLD LITERATURES	2.75
CONTEMPORARY WORLD GEOGRAPHY	1.75
INTRODUCTION TO ECONOMICS I	2.25
INTRO TO SOCIOLOGY: SOCIETY & CULTURE	2.25
BUSINESS MANAGEMENT	2.25
CONTEXTUALIZED SALVATION HISTORY	2.75
KORFBALL	1.0

*dances to here comes the sun*

I was expecting most of my grades to be that way more or less... although my business management grade was somewhat disappointing given that it's my major subject for the semester (and not eco101).. I was expecting a 1.75 at least.. but then I remembered my group's case study sucked so much balls..

any form of PE is an instant 1.. I guess.. well.. given the fact that I was with phenomenal team mates.. we were like the post-End 28 at 82 San Beda team during the korfball games.. crushing the competition with a few losses here and there... and I'd like to believe my exceptional passing helped the team...

english was fun.. especially with Satoquia as the professor.. he's like the english teaching version of Sonajo.. both made me laugh so much during class.. both had love interests in the classroom.. and yeah.. they're both gay.. sooooooooooo a grade of 2.. yeah.. sure.. its okay.. his classes were a lot of fun anyway.. so why bother with the grades

sociology was a surprise given that our professor would rather teach at bilibid than our class.. and I had no idea how she'd get our grades.. but yeah.. I'm fine with a 2.25.. grades don't really matter after 5 years of work experience..

theology and world lit were letdowns.. both were my favorite subjects in high school.. no shit.. but yeah.. my theology professor wasn't as fun as Yusores and my world lit professor didn't like me as much as my past literature teachers did.. soooooo yeah.. screw those subjects.. its not like I'll be using the genealogy of Christ or Mario Vargas Llosa's essays when I start working in call centers...

I was very surprised with my philosophy and economics grades.. both of my grades for those subjects were borderline FEU-wards during the prelims..  and I failed my prelim exams for both subjects.. but wow.. although I got above average scores in my philosophy quizzes.. soooooooo I kinda expected 2-something grade.. but my god.. my econ grade is... just.. wow... I was expecting a 3.. thanks to my hairline passed quizzes and my one digit over 50 prelim exam...

and geography? meh.. I was expecting a 1-something grade.. when I was a wee young boy.. I loved reading about flags and capital cities.. sooooooooo yeah...

but anyway..

I'm fine with any grade.. as long as its not a 3 or 5.. what really matters, as with everything, is I'm happy with what I am doing and I don't receive death threats every now and then...

its been days....

for some reason I stopped blogging...

I never felt that twitter was something for me... I'd rather update people here... although nobody uses multiply anymore.. unless they want to view pictures of themselves.. oh wait.. facebook does that as well... sooooooooo yeah.. facebook devoured friendster and mutiply...

blogging here has its perks.. facebook was never the best place to blog.. and my short blogging stint in friendster was a bust.. and blogging for blogger seemed to lose its charm after second year high school...

and I really don't understand why I write things in my blog anymore...

its like.. I am compelled to type something with no apparent reason to do so...

after reading my past blog entries.. I realized.. my writing isn't that good... so why the hell am I still writing?

am I writing for myself?

am I writing for the readers? (and by readers.. I mean the 3 people that regularly read my blog)

what is my raison d'ecrit? (was that even proper french grammar?)

I was supposed to write (relatively) interesting blog entries... but I was too lazy to do so... and yes.. here comes the laziness...

I've always been plagued by it... screw me... I'm sleeping

protection agency

I don't want to listen to The Beatles anymore...

because listening to them reminds of The Beatles: Rock Band...

and thinking of The Beatles: Rock Band reminds me of how deprived I am...

and thinking of how deprived I am reminds me of how poor our country is...

and thinking of how poor our country is reminds me of how 5% of the Philippine population controls most of the wealth...

I can't believe that we are forced to accept this reality...

I can't believe how stupid the Filipino masses are...

and I can't believe that I am a part of the masses...

from birth I was taught to conform to the norms of society... my superiors fresh from the People Power armed with superstitious beliefs teach me how to sit down and shut up...

here I am... still sitting down and shutting up... only to realize that the training I've been having since I was a child was for employees and people under the man...

in as much as I don't want to accept this crippling mindset... I can't seem to kick it out from my system... I blame my protectors from keeping me from the real world.. and here I am getting hurt when everyone else have learned their lessons...

I don't see the point of parents protecting their children from A LOT of things... I don't see the point of protecting others anymore... you are building a wall to protect the person... thus, hindering growth and development...

...and where did I end up with all the protection? here... sitting in front of the computer..

shackled to my chair...

we all live in nigerian submarines

my four years in college just got bearable...

andyan ang condo ni richmond para tambayan ko after classes... I love it there...

andyan ang roof deck ng condo ni richmonde para tambayan ko after classes... I really really really really really love it there...

at andyan ang nigerian community ng uste para maging gateway ko to a comfortable life...

true.. di ko gusto ang lineup ng mga kablock ko.. na apparently makakasama ko for four years.. unless ma-debar ang ilan.. o ma-debar ako..

pero yeah.. Richmond is there.. Seng Kaew is there.. Gum Jali is there.. I wouldn't ask for more... I was never really a fan of the koreans in the philippines... masyado na silang marami and my marginal utility with them is way below zero...

kaya ang next target ko ay.. pagkatapos ng kolehiyo... I SHALL LIVE IN NIGERIA!!

all I need is the approval of my dad.. and a thousand dollars.. haha.. which is relatively easy to get in the span of 3 years..

marami akong realizations tungkol sa buhay nung nakila richmond ako.. realizations that wouldn't occur to me if I never sat on the roof deck and stared at the city scape...

from there up high.. I stared at manila bay.. at makati.. at ortigas.. and at human beings.. who are extremely small.. compared to the buildings they have created.. compared to the roads they paved.. compared to the ships and planes and trains they built...

it is so amazing how creatures so small can create such a world...

and looking at them from ground level... people don't seem as small as they seem to be from up high...

bore log

alas nuebe

kelangan ko pa maligo

wala pala akong deodorant... gamitin ko na lang yung de-spray.. I was never a fan of those.. pero I have no choice...

kelangan ko pa gawin ang activity sa sociology na matagal nang binigay ngunit di ko naisipang gawin.. ever.. hanggang ngayon... last minute talaga ako...

marahil sadyang nahumalig lang ako sa mga artikulong binasa ko kaninang umaga... at nakaligtaan ko na may kelangan pa kong gampanan na responsibilidad bilang mag-aaral...

The Beatles, or at least the director of Yellow Submarine, said that a minute is a long time... that's true.. when you look at it by the second.. but life isn't measured by the second... there is no scientific method to measure it.. this idea is too cliche.. and I really shouldn't be thinking about this

its stupid

thinking about life and its length makes it shorter.. you're practically wasting seconds of your life pondering on those things...

I have to move on

faster than how time does

but then I realized... can you really compete with a fixed construct?

a strange days

nakakabobo ang walang pasok... seriously... pumanget ang performance ko ngayong taon compared last year... ay teka.. pano ko nga ba mamemeasure yun?

anyway... nung mga huling linggo ng summer vacation na tag-ulan.. atat na atat na kong pumasok dahil sobrang nakaka-depress ang di nagbabagong environment.. pero 'oly shet.. dumating si A(H1N1)... natulak ang klase for a week... matapos nun eh wala akong maalala na significant na nangyari para maudlot ang klase ng ganun katagal.. pero andyan ang mga long weekends dahil sa mga ka-chorvahan ngadministrasyon ng uste para di kami magka-klase.. mga apat o tatlo ata yung mga fridays na wala kaming pasok... kaya that's 8-9 school days out of the calendar..

pero wag nyo kalimutang namatay si tita Cory.. at nauso ang mga fans ni tita Cory sa facebook at sinamantala naman ng ibang negosyo ang pagkamatay niya at nagbenta ng Cory themed apparel na binili naman ng sambayanan.. isang araw yun na nakaltas sa kalendaryo... but wait there's more! namatay pa si Ka-whoever ng Iglesia... that's another day off the school calendar... and we have a total of: 10-11 school days out of the window...

at eto nanaman po.. isang bigating class suspension na kasing haba ng sembreak ng mga hayskul students... humagupit si Ondoy! at apat na araw kaming walang kuryente! I wouldn't say na its an unfortunate situation.. dahil kahit papaano eh naputol ang monotony ng "gising-computer-kain-computer-tulog" cycle ko.. kaya it was nice I guess.. naglaro lang ako ng candle.. tapos binabalik balik ko yung natuyong tumulo na wax sa apoy.. at nagkaroon ako ng philosophical realization habang pinaglalaruan ang candle wax na di ko ididisclose sa blog entry na 'to dahil magiging masyadong mahaba... pero anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

15-16 days ang nawala sa school days ko.. and it is math time!!!

para sa basic education.. kelangan ng 200 school days per year.. that's 20 school days for one month.. and 5 school days for one week... so kung kakaltasin ang 15-16 days... kelangan magkaroon ng saturday classes para mag-compensate sa nawalang araw.. or kung autonomous naman ang isang pribadong iskwelahan.. pababayaan na nila siguro yun... kaya hooray for PAASCU

at para sa kolehiyo.. sa tatlong units.. kelangan ng 52 hours per sem.. thats 3 hours a week.. 12 hours a month.. and 60 hours per sem.. at dahil oras oras ang pinaguusapan natin... di ko na itutuloy 'to dahil pakshet sumasakit lang ulo ko sa numero... tama na...

on to the doy

no, I won't do volunteer work because number 1: I am technically a part of the depressed community that needs help... and number 2: I don't act charitable because everyone else is doing it...

yes... I am a non-conformist... especially to things that require much of my time... seriously...

people might flame me like the dubai lady in facebook... but no... I am not saying that we (and when I say 'we'.. what I meant was the Rizal area) deserved what happened... I am not saying that there are many sinners here and shit... what I am practically claiming is... hinde ako makatao...

end of argument...

or if you'd like.. you can post a comment and say how much of an ass I am... and expect other people to agree with you.. and expect me to not reply... but I would like to assure you that your efforts will be given due recognition.. albeit.. not online...

taray epek aside...

I do not feel like helping them by packing relief goods and helping with the process... I do not want to help others with something that I am not good with... relatively hard labor... yeah sure.. you can say that even the smallest of effort counts... okay then... let's just say every night I fervently pray for them.. any more qualms?

but seriously.. no.. I am not praying for them... I'm pretty sure God gave them what they need to survive... and no.. I am not pertaining to their material belongings because those things weren't given by God in the first place... following the theory of intelligent design.. God designed us so that we can stay alive... heck.. if the homo erectus did it without their permanent settlements.. what more with homo sapien sapiens? ooops.. wait.. those are two opposing ideas.. scratch that...

yeah sure... the typhoon will mark the beginning of the end of the world.. and I'm thrilled to have this humbling experience... that we have this finite existence on this planet... and that we will eventually go to a higher state of being... or whatever you believe in, young padawan...

but yeah... I won't help repacking the relief goods because number 1: I'm too lazy.. and number 2: its not my expertise.. and when I can't perform at my best.. I become lazy... so yeah.. I'm not being lazy because I'm a worthless piece of shit... I'm lazy because if I can't do my best... screw it.. I'm not doing anything at all... either I put my best foot forward and blow everyone away or I become a part of the crowd and barely do a dent of change...

...even Jesus wasn't a part of the crowds... he was the reason why there were crowds...