NCR PARLIAMENTARY TEAM
Monday, November 24, 2008
i dont know how to start this entry.
well, im back here in mandaluyong after almost a week in baguio for the 7th national skills and development competition.
the NCR team won 2nd place in the parliamentary competition.
GO NATIONAL CAPITAL REGION PARLIAMENTARY TEAM!
i remembered that sir manuel was training us for higher endurance. well, the contest last friday really required endurance.
imagine, from 8:00AM up to around 10PM we had to keep our brains working efficiently.
there were 15 teams competing with each other.
15 teams of different regions.
the NCR team presented as the 11th demonstrating body based on drawlots.
we were actually wondering if that was a blessing or what. i mean, they were telling us that last year, the contest commenced at around 9AM and it ended around midnight.
we were afraid that, this time, the contest might end at around 2 in the morning.
that would not be a good thing since man's endurance is fallible.
well, what happened next was that i was the first interpolator from our team. together with abel of rizal highschool, we observed team number 1.
BS Physics.
this is the credential of the chief parliamentarian.
we were griping about that during the entire contest.
i mean, BS physics is good but in a contest that requires the knowledge of law and parlia procedures, the chief parliamentarian should be knowledgeable in that field.
last year's chief parliamentarian was a major in taxonomy, minor in psychology.
wth...
he could have been a lawyer...
he could have been taking up PolSci...
why physics though?
motions in parlia are VERY different from motions in physics.
he's not even familiar with basic technical and law terms.
if the point of order raised was deeply technical, he would give no points for either the interpolator or the presentor.
and he kept on overruling our points of order.
region 4B, MIMAROPA, last year's parlia champion presented as the 2nd demonstrating body.
we were watching out for them. apparently.
the contest ended at around 10PM...
we then went to watch Mr and Ms STEP competition.
NCR MR STEP REPRESENTATIVE WON FIRST PLACE!
that would put a lot of pressure on next year's mr STEP.
good luck next-year-rep! gaby did a good job as the mr STEP.
saturday.
it was free time for everyone!!!
sadly, mr chair and madam secretary had to go back to manila to fulfill their other responsibilities.
saturday night.
1,2,3 pass was the name of the game.
we were making quite a noise in the lobby that several people told us to be quiet.
being so, we decided to play the game in the cafeteria-which-is-not-used-by-people
then sir manuel came! he brought donuts for us. (thanks sir!)
we were almost complete. the NCR parlia team was almost complete.
except for the fact that two already went back to manila and one was staying in a different hotel (he couldnt get a taxi at that time of the night)
the three MaSci students were missing in action.
we asked sir manuel to join our 1, 2, 3 pass game... but he decided to call the shots for the next game.
he asked for a bottle.
my head "accidentally" began to ache... lol.
he wouldnt let me go, though.
no bottles could be found but a ballpen was nearby.
sir spun the pen too hard and it landed somewhere under my chair. sir manuel picked it up with the tip of the pen pointing towards me.
nuh-uh. i pushed sir's hand away that the pen flew somewhere in the cafeteria. but he got hold of a phone and he spun it.
this time it was pointing at me.
and there was no doubt about that. (the heavens conspired against me! haha)
truth or dare?
i cant go wrong with "dare", i thought.
haha. thought wrong.
well, let's just say that they tricked me into yelling someone's name.
and, uh, they placed me in a "hot seat".
define crush. admiration. PRECISELY. but they didnt want to accept that definition. uh-huh...
sunday.
it was a day of adventure...!!!
we roamed the city... ventured the area...
we were posing everywhere while mam lacson, mam oben, and the mandaluyong supervisor mr paras took photos of us.
lucky us! imagine, the supervisor was our temporary photographer. cool.
*gonna post the pictures in my multiply after some days*
sunday. 7:30PM.
awarding ceremony.
i wont go into the little details, okay? we were all tired and sleepy.
i even used my sunglasses to cover my eyes while i was sleeping.
then, after the hundred of categories of the NSDC, here came the category of "OTHER CONTESTS"
under that category were business planning and the most anticipated parliamentary procedure contest.
btw, region 11 won the first place. region 4B mimaropa won 4th.
im quite tired and sleepy right now. i still have another contest tomorrow. RSSPC.
gotta sleep.
poof.
well, im back here in mandaluyong after almost a week in baguio for the 7th national skills and development competition.
the NCR team won 2nd place in the parliamentary competition.
GO NATIONAL CAPITAL REGION PARLIAMENTARY TEAM!
i remembered that sir manuel was training us for higher endurance. well, the contest last friday really required endurance.
imagine, from 8:00AM up to around 10PM we had to keep our brains working efficiently.
there were 15 teams competing with each other.
15 teams of different regions.
the NCR team presented as the 11th demonstrating body based on drawlots.
we were actually wondering if that was a blessing or what. i mean, they were telling us that last year, the contest commenced at around 9AM and it ended around midnight.
we were afraid that, this time, the contest might end at around 2 in the morning.
that would not be a good thing since man's endurance is fallible.
well, what happened next was that i was the first interpolator from our team. together with abel of rizal highschool, we observed team number 1.
BS Physics.
this is the credential of the chief parliamentarian.
we were griping about that during the entire contest.
i mean, BS physics is good but in a contest that requires the knowledge of law and parlia procedures, the chief parliamentarian should be knowledgeable in that field.
last year's chief parliamentarian was a major in taxonomy, minor in psychology.
wth...
he could have been a lawyer...
he could have been taking up PolSci...
why physics though?
motions in parlia are VERY different from motions in physics.
he's not even familiar with basic technical and law terms.
if the point of order raised was deeply technical, he would give no points for either the interpolator or the presentor.
and he kept on overruling our points of order.
region 4B, MIMAROPA, last year's parlia champion presented as the 2nd demonstrating body.
we were watching out for them. apparently.
the contest ended at around 10PM...
we then went to watch Mr and Ms STEP competition.
NCR MR STEP REPRESENTATIVE WON FIRST PLACE!
that would put a lot of pressure on next year's mr STEP.
good luck next-year-rep! gaby did a good job as the mr STEP.
saturday.
it was free time for everyone!!!
sadly, mr chair and madam secretary had to go back to manila to fulfill their other responsibilities.
saturday night.
1,2,3 pass was the name of the game.
we were making quite a noise in the lobby that several people told us to be quiet.
being so, we decided to play the game in the cafeteria-which-is-not-used-by-people
then sir manuel came! he brought donuts for us. (thanks sir!)
we were almost complete. the NCR parlia team was almost complete.
except for the fact that two already went back to manila and one was staying in a different hotel (he couldnt get a taxi at that time of the night)
the three MaSci students were missing in action.
we asked sir manuel to join our 1, 2, 3 pass game... but he decided to call the shots for the next game.
he asked for a bottle.
my head "accidentally" began to ache... lol.
he wouldnt let me go, though.
no bottles could be found but a ballpen was nearby.
sir spun the pen too hard and it landed somewhere under my chair. sir manuel picked it up with the tip of the pen pointing towards me.
nuh-uh. i pushed sir's hand away that the pen flew somewhere in the cafeteria. but he got hold of a phone and he spun it.
this time it was pointing at me.
and there was no doubt about that. (the heavens conspired against me! haha)
truth or dare?
i cant go wrong with "dare", i thought.
haha. thought wrong.
well, let's just say that they tricked me into yelling someone's name.
and, uh, they placed me in a "hot seat".
define crush. admiration. PRECISELY. but they didnt want to accept that definition. uh-huh...
sunday.
it was a day of adventure...!!!
we roamed the city... ventured the area...
we were posing everywhere while mam lacson, mam oben, and the mandaluyong supervisor mr paras took photos of us.
lucky us! imagine, the supervisor was our temporary photographer. cool.
*gonna post the pictures in my multiply after some days*
sunday. 7:30PM.
awarding ceremony.
i wont go into the little details, okay? we were all tired and sleepy.
i even used my sunglasses to cover my eyes while i was sleeping.
then, after the hundred of categories of the NSDC, here came the category of "OTHER CONTESTS"
under that category were business planning and the most anticipated parliamentary procedure contest.
btw, region 11 won the first place. region 4B mimaropa won 4th.
im quite tired and sleepy right now. i still have another contest tomorrow. RSSPC.
gotta sleep.
poof.
Y Y Y
bump car
Saturday, November 15, 2008
today was the last day of our parlia training.
we were almost complete. except that oliver(MaSci) and lawrence(fort boni hs) were not present.
today was fun. really fun.
morning. we were playing around with the office chairs...
haha.. it was my idea actually.
the bump car idea.
imagine us sitting on our seats and trying to bump each other...
it was hilarious.
then we played mico's "ikot race"
we turned and turned and turned until our heads swirl then we try to tag each other.
it was downright ridiculous. but it was also fun.
i love my parlia teammates. the "bonding moments" were really funny. just teasing around and all that.
too bad our presiding officer has a full schedule. he's missing in the fun.
(parlia teammates who can read this, this cannot be used as an evidence to say that im missing oliver. lol.)
we've watched last year's national parlia competition's videos.
then we raised point of order. there were lots of procedural defects in the presentations of the other regions.
haha... go NCR!!!
we were told that we ought to be unfriendly when we arrive in baguio. no one must know that we're from NCR. if someone asks us where we're from, we ought to refrain from answering.
we know it';s rude. but they cant know that we're from NCR.
if they find it out early on, we would be at a great disadvantage since national competitions are always NCR VS PHILIPPINES
lie-low.
this is the rule.
im not yet nervous about the contest. but the videos that we've watched and the statements of those who were there last year, it was... uh.... fear-invoking.
haha... well, parlia is stressful.
parlia is not easy.
it's like you're taking up law.
very technical and very intricate. but i loooooove it. hahaha...
i dont have anything more to say right now.
im not leaving any evidence here in this blog. haha.
XOXO
we were almost complete. except that oliver(MaSci) and lawrence(fort boni hs) were not present.
today was fun. really fun.
morning. we were playing around with the office chairs...
haha.. it was my idea actually.
the bump car idea.
imagine us sitting on our seats and trying to bump each other...
it was hilarious.
then we played mico's "ikot race"
we turned and turned and turned until our heads swirl then we try to tag each other.
it was downright ridiculous. but it was also fun.
i love my parlia teammates. the "bonding moments" were really funny. just teasing around and all that.
too bad our presiding officer has a full schedule. he's missing in the fun.
(parlia teammates who can read this, this cannot be used as an evidence to say that im missing oliver. lol.)
we've watched last year's national parlia competition's videos.
then we raised point of order. there were lots of procedural defects in the presentations of the other regions.
haha... go NCR!!!
we were told that we ought to be unfriendly when we arrive in baguio. no one must know that we're from NCR. if someone asks us where we're from, we ought to refrain from answering.
we know it';s rude. but they cant know that we're from NCR.
if they find it out early on, we would be at a great disadvantage since national competitions are always NCR VS PHILIPPINES
lie-low.
this is the rule.
im not yet nervous about the contest. but the videos that we've watched and the statements of those who were there last year, it was... uh.... fear-invoking.
haha... well, parlia is stressful.
parlia is not easy.
it's like you're taking up law.
very technical and very intricate. but i loooooove it. hahaha...
i dont have anything more to say right now.
im not leaving any evidence here in this blog. haha.
XOXO
Y Y Y
doctrines and laws
Friday, November 14, 2008
tiring day...
parlia training at school. it was FUN. haha...
very exhausting... energy draining, really... but the important thing is that we had fun.
potential parliamentarians from the 3rd year and 2nd year were asked to observe our training so that they would have some idea to what parlia is all about.
"...we all have an invisible sign hanging on our necks saying 'i want attention'..."
i just recalled this quote.
i mean, yeah, it's so true.
recognition is humanity's doggy-treat.
we all crave attention.
in maslow's hierarchy of needs, self-esteem is just a step shy from self-actualization...
im so loving parliaaaaaaaa........
i know it's boring to read parlia and parlia and parlia every single day in my blog.
well, it is my blog after all. i am entitled to the freedom bestowed upon me by the constitution to express whatever i want to express provided that i dont violate any other person's right.
and im really loving parlia. the team is great. the training may be strenuous but it's fun. teammates are cool. trainer is strict and amazing.
i will miss the NCR team after the competition... i mean, the chance that the entire team will meet again is quite slim. we are all from different divisions. from NCR, yes. but NCR is not that small that we'll cross each other's paths from time to time.
i will miss the hardcore training. we've been humiliated... lambasted... our egos have been bashed over and over... we've been pushed (and shoved) to our limits... but it's been fun.
oh, i will miss all the days of being excused from the classes.
ive been the ghost student for so long... coming to school only to find out that you'll be going away again. haha...
the NCR team is vying for the top slot in the national competition.
but like sir manuel told us... at the end of the day, winning is not the most important thing.
according to him, we just have to show the national crowd what the standard is.
tomorrow i have training.
again.
7:15 i have to leave. im gonna be able to go back home at around 8pm...
haha... saturday classes. well, this class is cool.
parlia training at school. it was FUN. haha...
very exhausting... energy draining, really... but the important thing is that we had fun.
potential parliamentarians from the 3rd year and 2nd year were asked to observe our training so that they would have some idea to what parlia is all about.
"...we all have an invisible sign hanging on our necks saying 'i want attention'..."
i just recalled this quote.
i mean, yeah, it's so true.
recognition is humanity's doggy-treat.
we all crave attention.
in maslow's hierarchy of needs, self-esteem is just a step shy from self-actualization...
im so loving parliaaaaaaaa........
i know it's boring to read parlia and parlia and parlia every single day in my blog.
well, it is my blog after all. i am entitled to the freedom bestowed upon me by the constitution to express whatever i want to express provided that i dont violate any other person's right.
and im really loving parlia. the team is great. the training may be strenuous but it's fun. teammates are cool. trainer is strict and amazing.
i will miss the NCR team after the competition... i mean, the chance that the entire team will meet again is quite slim. we are all from different divisions. from NCR, yes. but NCR is not that small that we'll cross each other's paths from time to time.
i will miss the hardcore training. we've been humiliated... lambasted... our egos have been bashed over and over... we've been pushed (and shoved) to our limits... but it's been fun.
oh, i will miss all the days of being excused from the classes.
ive been the ghost student for so long... coming to school only to find out that you'll be going away again. haha...
the NCR team is vying for the top slot in the national competition.
but like sir manuel told us... at the end of the day, winning is not the most important thing.
according to him, we just have to show the national crowd what the standard is.
tomorrow i have training.
again.
7:15 i have to leave. im gonna be able to go back home at around 8pm...
haha... saturday classes. well, this class is cool.
Y Y Y
late regrets and late papers
Thursday, November 13, 2008
damned tired...
the journmates have just left. im actually feeling a bit guilty for the fact that i made them walk about half a kilometer. (im not efficient in assuming distances. let's just say that it was about half a kilometer)
but, it's just a bit of guilt. i didnt think that it was that far...
i still dont think that it is far. haha!
anyway, today was another of our major cramming modes in journalism.
the owner of the printing press gave us a deadline.
TODAY.
so, well, basically, we had to rush the paper...
the lack of photos counterweighed our already-done articles...
hmm... and the cause of the blame would be... uh, i'd rather keep quiet about that. lol.
GO ALMEDA!!!!
it was a sight to behold when the entire class joined hands to gather whatever recyclable trash was in sight. imagine, people have brought bikes, tvs, monitors, fans, even WASHING MACHINES!!
we've had no classes for almost the entire day...
what a lucky break! for me, that is.
i mean, they were teasing me about the appearance of a blue moon tonight since i was at school! a wondrous feat, if you might ask anyone...
then, imagine the coincidence that we've had no classes during this so-called once in a blue moon day. haha...
so, tomorrow, i wont be at school again. we're going to have our training in parlia. as usual. well, it's fun.
and although it may seem that parlia is my new school, i can undoubtedly say that i love parlia. im not saying that i dont love school.
it's just that school is multifaceted. it has facets that i dont like.
parlia, on the other hand, is everything that i like. (except for the recitation torture and the brain-leaking exams)
someone asked me, "if ever you can have an elective of either debate or short story writing, which will you choose?"
hmm... debate or short story writing?
crap. that was difficult.
it was like my journmates' question for me when we thought that parlia and RSSPC schedules would clash...
i wouldnt want to choose. i would want both. but their question clearly stated that i cant have both.
oral communication or written communication??
now, im really thinking if i committed a huge mistake when i wrote "chemical engineering" in my college admission papers.
chemistry is fun. i can do chem.
but, the word engineering is quite synonymous to the word math...
and, admittedly, math can be my weakest point...
and if i would take up a course with such a high possibility of encountering my weakest point, then it would be very risky...
now im thinking, maybe i ought to change my course...
haha.. im not in college yet but im thinking of it.
it is my future anyways... i ought to think of it.
im tired. not dead tired though since that is yet to come (i know that it will come)
it just feels as if im doing more than what i ought to do.
in parlia, one of my favorite starting premises was "dont bite what you cant chew"
im biting and biting... not even chewing in the process... swallowing and biting and swallowing and biting.. almost suffocating in the act of swallowing without chewing.
haha... great.
too late.
this is what some people ought to know.
there are things that you cant just compensate for.
one cannot hit the undo button.
there is no delete in real life.
there are circumstances when there is nothing more to do but to accept the fact that you failed to realize your mistakes when you could have fixed them.
you could have fixed them but you refrained from doing so.
then, at the end of the day, you would come to the realization that you could have done something.
but, reality bites.
and it bites hard.
too late...
the journmates have just left. im actually feeling a bit guilty for the fact that i made them walk about half a kilometer. (im not efficient in assuming distances. let's just say that it was about half a kilometer)
but, it's just a bit of guilt. i didnt think that it was that far...
i still dont think that it is far. haha!
anyway, today was another of our major cramming modes in journalism.
the owner of the printing press gave us a deadline.
TODAY.
so, well, basically, we had to rush the paper...
the lack of photos counterweighed our already-done articles...
hmm... and the cause of the blame would be... uh, i'd rather keep quiet about that. lol.
GO ALMEDA!!!!
it was a sight to behold when the entire class joined hands to gather whatever recyclable trash was in sight. imagine, people have brought bikes, tvs, monitors, fans, even WASHING MACHINES!!
we've had no classes for almost the entire day...
what a lucky break! for me, that is.
i mean, they were teasing me about the appearance of a blue moon tonight since i was at school! a wondrous feat, if you might ask anyone...
then, imagine the coincidence that we've had no classes during this so-called once in a blue moon day. haha...
so, tomorrow, i wont be at school again. we're going to have our training in parlia. as usual. well, it's fun.
and although it may seem that parlia is my new school, i can undoubtedly say that i love parlia. im not saying that i dont love school.
it's just that school is multifaceted. it has facets that i dont like.
parlia, on the other hand, is everything that i like. (except for the recitation torture and the brain-leaking exams)
someone asked me, "if ever you can have an elective of either debate or short story writing, which will you choose?"
hmm... debate or short story writing?
crap. that was difficult.
it was like my journmates' question for me when we thought that parlia and RSSPC schedules would clash...
i wouldnt want to choose. i would want both. but their question clearly stated that i cant have both.
oral communication or written communication??
now, im really thinking if i committed a huge mistake when i wrote "chemical engineering" in my college admission papers.
chemistry is fun. i can do chem.
but, the word engineering is quite synonymous to the word math...
and, admittedly, math can be my weakest point...
and if i would take up a course with such a high possibility of encountering my weakest point, then it would be very risky...
now im thinking, maybe i ought to change my course...
haha.. im not in college yet but im thinking of it.
it is my future anyways... i ought to think of it.
im tired. not dead tired though since that is yet to come (i know that it will come)
it just feels as if im doing more than what i ought to do.
in parlia, one of my favorite starting premises was "dont bite what you cant chew"
im biting and biting... not even chewing in the process... swallowing and biting and swallowing and biting.. almost suffocating in the act of swallowing without chewing.
haha... great.
too late.
this is what some people ought to know.
there are things that you cant just compensate for.
one cannot hit the undo button.
there is no delete in real life.
there are circumstances when there is nothing more to do but to accept the fact that you failed to realize your mistakes when you could have fixed them.
you could have fixed them but you refrained from doing so.
then, at the end of the day, you would come to the realization that you could have done something.
but, reality bites.
and it bites hard.
too late...
Y Y Y
waking the dormant passion
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
im so loving parlia.
every lesson that i missed, every lesson that i will miss, and every lesson that i would have to catch up... it's all worth it.
im not saying that parlia is more important to me than academics.
i dont rank them.
they're of different divisions and, therefore, would not be subsidiary to each other.
it's like a court CANNOT exert its jurisdiction on a court with the same jurisdiction.
im just loving parlia. if i could have it as a subject, i would want to take it.
it's also starting to perk up my supposedly already dormant passion for law.
and lo and behold! our trainer, the lawyer, complimented my debate skills!!!!!!
that was just plain awesome.
imagine a lawyer, a good parliamentarian himself, complimenting your arguments and your debate skills! that was a definite reason to celebrate. =D
we had a mock debate on the RH Bill. yesterday we did the same thing but this time i was in the affirmative side.
it was great since we had to work as a team. no one must monopolize the discussion. everyone must speak.
and we had a crash course in debate.
that was the most interesting part in today's training.
debate is not about showing how intelligent you are.
debate is all about elucidating the truth and influencing the actions of others.
it's not all about the substance.
it's not all about the delivery.
it's not all about the poise and stance.
it's about the combination of all that so that your argument would render your opponent's argument null and would enforce the standpoint of your panel.
spontaneous thinking.
i was really inventing new quotes today to serve as my "piercing" one-liner opening statements.
these are some of the quotes that i've invented:
~ a building that is halfway done is a building that is halfway to destruction
~ a cake that is half-baked is not edible
~ a well without water is a well with no purpose
~ a castle built on sand is a castle built on failure
~ do not bite what you can't chew (i didnt invent this one. i've read it before then it just popped in my mind)
hahaha...
well, im one of the members of the minority. during debate, the minority's standpoint must always be against the majority's proposal.
we just have to dig for disadvantages regarding the proposal.
basically, we just have to be pessimistic.
say, the proposal is to establish bakery for the community.
we could just say that we have no adequate funds...
no adequate training...
it's a waste of time...
there are other activities on which the funds could be allocated...
blah blah blah...
BUT we cant repeat someone else's argument.
if mine would be about the lack of funds then the next minority member must argue about something else.
this morning, we went to the regional office in quezon city to give a demonstration to the regional directress.
im loving proceedings.
it's tiresome and stressful but it's fun. and that is what's important.
you have to love what you're doing for you to be able to give your best effort in it.
how about if i take up law???
random thought.
hahaha... that random thought has been dormant for almost 3 years.
the philippine constitution seems to be boring, right?
well, that was what i thought.
in fact, IT IS boring, that is if you just read it in its entirety.
but if you would be in a class and your teacher's method of teaching is very good, it is not boring at all.
it tickles the mind...
a combination of memorization and analysis. cool.
im feeling really satisfied right now. i can just curl up and sleep. lol.
anyway, i hope that my classmates would still recognize me when i go back to school in 2 weeks. LOL.
every lesson that i missed, every lesson that i will miss, and every lesson that i would have to catch up... it's all worth it.
im not saying that parlia is more important to me than academics.
i dont rank them.
they're of different divisions and, therefore, would not be subsidiary to each other.
it's like a court CANNOT exert its jurisdiction on a court with the same jurisdiction.
im just loving parlia. if i could have it as a subject, i would want to take it.
it's also starting to perk up my supposedly already dormant passion for law.
and lo and behold! our trainer, the lawyer, complimented my debate skills!!!!!!
that was just plain awesome.
imagine a lawyer, a good parliamentarian himself, complimenting your arguments and your debate skills! that was a definite reason to celebrate. =D
we had a mock debate on the RH Bill. yesterday we did the same thing but this time i was in the affirmative side.
it was great since we had to work as a team. no one must monopolize the discussion. everyone must speak.
and we had a crash course in debate.
that was the most interesting part in today's training.
debate is not about showing how intelligent you are.
debate is all about elucidating the truth and influencing the actions of others.
it's not all about the substance.
it's not all about the delivery.
it's not all about the poise and stance.
it's about the combination of all that so that your argument would render your opponent's argument null and would enforce the standpoint of your panel.
spontaneous thinking.
i was really inventing new quotes today to serve as my "piercing" one-liner opening statements.
these are some of the quotes that i've invented:
~ a building that is halfway done is a building that is halfway to destruction
~ a cake that is half-baked is not edible
~ a well without water is a well with no purpose
~ a castle built on sand is a castle built on failure
~ do not bite what you can't chew (i didnt invent this one. i've read it before then it just popped in my mind)
hahaha...
well, im one of the members of the minority. during debate, the minority's standpoint must always be against the majority's proposal.
we just have to dig for disadvantages regarding the proposal.
basically, we just have to be pessimistic.
say, the proposal is to establish bakery for the community.
we could just say that we have no adequate funds...
no adequate training...
it's a waste of time...
there are other activities on which the funds could be allocated...
blah blah blah...
BUT we cant repeat someone else's argument.
if mine would be about the lack of funds then the next minority member must argue about something else.
this morning, we went to the regional office in quezon city to give a demonstration to the regional directress.
im loving proceedings.
it's tiresome and stressful but it's fun. and that is what's important.
you have to love what you're doing for you to be able to give your best effort in it.
how about if i take up law???
random thought.
hahaha... that random thought has been dormant for almost 3 years.
the philippine constitution seems to be boring, right?
well, that was what i thought.
in fact, IT IS boring, that is if you just read it in its entirety.
but if you would be in a class and your teacher's method of teaching is very good, it is not boring at all.
it tickles the mind...
a combination of memorization and analysis. cool.
im feeling really satisfied right now. i can just curl up and sleep. lol.
anyway, i hope that my classmates would still recognize me when i go back to school in 2 weeks. LOL.
Y Y Y
a crappy entry
Sunday, November 9, 2008
relentless bombardment.
two words that can describe what ive been going through for the past few weeks...
just came home.
it's sunday and i went to school. i know you're thinking along the lines of "what the..." and all that... and yes, ive been thinking of that too. but what can i do? i just cant set aside my responsibilities just because my tasks are starting to pile up and my head is beginning to hurt.
after parlia, hardcore extracurricular activities are not to be entertained.
i still have to wait until my filipino groupmates finally send their powerpoint presentations to me.
am still working on my part for the eco project.
still have to study the philippine constitution for tomorrow's parlia training... oh, and not to forget about the parlia procedures that i have to memorize...
hmm... how could i train for the upcoming RSSPC if im going to be training for parlia?? i was told that the training would be this wednesday, thursday, friday...
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
im just griping on and on, i know. well, what can i do? blogs exist for this particular reason anyway. i just dont have the luxury to throw plates... or to scream at the top of my lungs... or to take a break...
one day i reckon that my brain's just going to shut down without any warning with all these crap flashing on and off in my head...
i havent mastered the art of cramming just yet.
and im going to face a major cramming session after all these extracurricular stuff.
till here. have to work.
this is one crappy entry, i know.
two words that can describe what ive been going through for the past few weeks...
just came home.
it's sunday and i went to school. i know you're thinking along the lines of "what the..." and all that... and yes, ive been thinking of that too. but what can i do? i just cant set aside my responsibilities just because my tasks are starting to pile up and my head is beginning to hurt.
after parlia, hardcore extracurricular activities are not to be entertained.
i still have to wait until my filipino groupmates finally send their powerpoint presentations to me.
am still working on my part for the eco project.
still have to study the philippine constitution for tomorrow's parlia training... oh, and not to forget about the parlia procedures that i have to memorize...
hmm... how could i train for the upcoming RSSPC if im going to be training for parlia?? i was told that the training would be this wednesday, thursday, friday...
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
im just griping on and on, i know. well, what can i do? blogs exist for this particular reason anyway. i just dont have the luxury to throw plates... or to scream at the top of my lungs... or to take a break...
one day i reckon that my brain's just going to shut down without any warning with all these crap flashing on and off in my head...
i havent mastered the art of cramming just yet.
and im going to face a major cramming session after all these extracurricular stuff.
till here. have to work.
this is one crappy entry, i know.
Y Y Y
insanity of the lunatic
Saturday, November 8, 2008
just got home from the parlia training.
rizal highschool is ENORMOUS! im jealooooous...
went home alone. (managed not to get lost! yay!)
actually, i was supposed to be there by 9 in the morning to take an exam (another of those sort-of-bar-exam) but my hyperacidity came into the scene and racked my composure bigtime... so, well, what could i do but stay at home.
i phoned mam lacson and explained to her about the seemingly extreme contraction of my stomach muscles... then i asked her to tell sir manuel about that. and then i slept...
around 11:30 i woke up to find out that the assault of acids in my stomach has finally receded. i took a bath, got dressed, and then i phoned mam lacson that im already fine.
and off we went...
so, how was the training...
it would be extremely redundant to say that it was rigorous.
oh, and on monday we are going to tackle about the philippine constitution...
it's as if im taking up an additional class of political science/parliamentary law.
the procedures are complicated, the technicalities are intricate...
my arguments have to be compelling. (crap. i remembered my argument during our 2nd proceeding last thursday. that was a major crap.)
what else is there to say?
im not going to be in any class for the next two weeks.
and that means a major cramming mode after.
im really getting so damned pissed off with someone right now.
he's supposed to support me in whatever endeavors i may have... he's supposed to enlighten me... he's supposed to give a damn...
well, he's not.
i actually dont care. ive been used to it. people may tell me that the only reason for his seemingly indifferent attitude is that he is not expressive by nature.
i dont give a damn.
what im getting so ticked off at this moment is that it's as if my endeavors are my faults!!
and that is downright crappy.
isnt he supposed to be proud of me?
i mean, ive reached far and wide... ive been to places where not just everyone can go... ive done things that, i believe, should make him proud of me...
apparently, he is not.
whatever.
all he knows is to blame, blame, blame...
complain, complain, complain...
curse, curse, curse...
well, im going to give him a piece of my mind. not now. maybe sometimes in the near future.
i want to tell him that not everything in this world revolves around him and his ideas.
i want to tell him that not everything that he wants will be obtained.
he is not the center of the universe, mind you.
i am the captain of my ship and no one can command me to steer it the other way around.
someone can try but im not going to acquiesce.
i want to tell him that anger is a huge fire, blazing in its entirety, ready to engulf one's soul...
hah! i could tell him that and wait for him to get angry. lol.
he thinks he can get away with his chinese swearwords and all that.
hah! you wish!
i cant even see anything else that can make me like you. (except for the fact that my financial needs are taken care of)
well, is that all? financial needs? then period, end of story?
would that be all?
that baritone voice is annoying and im sure that you are not aware of that.
and then you're asking me why i go home late.
except for the fact that im doing things that ought to make one's parent proud, (hah!) i prefer to be someplace else than be in close proximity with you.
im griping. i feel contemptuous. that's for real.
an entry about my dissent directed to a particular person is not unheard of in this blog.
but that sort of entry is occasional.
i was just frustrated, scornful... hateful...
this is insane.
to lighten things up, the ALMEDA TIMES is worth the trouble.
we ought to make one. really make one, i mean.
james silao is an expert in tabloid writing.
angelo romasanta is a professional in... uh... double entendres and innuendos.
the banner headline of the newsletter MUST change, though, on the ground of proper decorum and competent news topics.
((it's not really my blogging style to post images in every entry. when deemed appropriate, an image would be posted...))
rizal highschool is ENORMOUS! im jealooooous...
went home alone. (managed not to get lost! yay!)
actually, i was supposed to be there by 9 in the morning to take an exam (another of those sort-of-bar-exam) but my hyperacidity came into the scene and racked my composure bigtime... so, well, what could i do but stay at home.
i phoned mam lacson and explained to her about the seemingly extreme contraction of my stomach muscles... then i asked her to tell sir manuel about that. and then i slept...
around 11:30 i woke up to find out that the assault of acids in my stomach has finally receded. i took a bath, got dressed, and then i phoned mam lacson that im already fine.
and off we went...
so, how was the training...
it would be extremely redundant to say that it was rigorous.
oh, and on monday we are going to tackle about the philippine constitution...
it's as if im taking up an additional class of political science/parliamentary law.
the procedures are complicated, the technicalities are intricate...
my arguments have to be compelling. (crap. i remembered my argument during our 2nd proceeding last thursday. that was a major crap.)
what else is there to say?
im not going to be in any class for the next two weeks.
and that means a major cramming mode after.
im really getting so damned pissed off with someone right now.
he's supposed to support me in whatever endeavors i may have... he's supposed to enlighten me... he's supposed to give a damn...
well, he's not.
i actually dont care. ive been used to it. people may tell me that the only reason for his seemingly indifferent attitude is that he is not expressive by nature.
i dont give a damn.
what im getting so ticked off at this moment is that it's as if my endeavors are my faults!!
and that is downright crappy.
isnt he supposed to be proud of me?
i mean, ive reached far and wide... ive been to places where not just everyone can go... ive done things that, i believe, should make him proud of me...
apparently, he is not.
whatever.
all he knows is to blame, blame, blame...
complain, complain, complain...
curse, curse, curse...
well, im going to give him a piece of my mind. not now. maybe sometimes in the near future.
i want to tell him that not everything in this world revolves around him and his ideas.
i want to tell him that not everything that he wants will be obtained.
he is not the center of the universe, mind you.
i am the captain of my ship and no one can command me to steer it the other way around.
someone can try but im not going to acquiesce.
i want to tell him that anger is a huge fire, blazing in its entirety, ready to engulf one's soul...
hah! i could tell him that and wait for him to get angry. lol.
he thinks he can get away with his chinese swearwords and all that.
hah! you wish!
i cant even see anything else that can make me like you. (except for the fact that my financial needs are taken care of)
well, is that all? financial needs? then period, end of story?
would that be all?
that baritone voice is annoying and im sure that you are not aware of that.
and then you're asking me why i go home late.
except for the fact that im doing things that ought to make one's parent proud, (hah!) i prefer to be someplace else than be in close proximity with you.
im griping. i feel contemptuous. that's for real.
an entry about my dissent directed to a particular person is not unheard of in this blog.
but that sort of entry is occasional.
i was just frustrated, scornful... hateful...
this is insane.
to lighten things up, the ALMEDA TIMES is worth the trouble.
we ought to make one. really make one, i mean.
james silao is an expert in tabloid writing.
angelo romasanta is a professional in... uh... double entendres and innuendos.
the banner headline of the newsletter MUST change, though, on the ground of proper decorum and competent news topics.
((it's not really my blogging style to post images in every entry. when deemed appropriate, an image would be posted...))
Y Y Y
winter solace much?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
frozen. desolate. taciturn.
naaa... not feeling anything remotely close to those words above. i just liked this image...
besides, angelo was commenting on the lack of images of my blog.
well then, here you go!
the one who 'photoshopped' this image was great. very talented indeed.
im impressed. really.
im thinking of something to write which would amplify and carry out in detail the theme of "winter solace" as stated in the lower portion of the image.
let us try to incorporate the theme to whatever im going to post. hmm...
winter.
i'd say that the word is a direct opposition to whatever training that we've had today.
you're heard of rigorous training. i've heard of rigorous training. all that crap about preparing for the upcoming battle...
well, parlia training with our mr. lawyer seems to surpass the definition of "rigorous"
winter?
maybe we've been shuddering in fright at today's training, yes...
or maybe i could relate it to my seemingly desolate FROZEN chair in the classroom... (i've been gone for so long... and i would still be gone for a longer time...)
naaa... let's cut it out. this blog entry would have no concurrent theme.
how was the parlia training???????
EXCEEDINGLY EXTREME.
again, the now seemingly normal public humiliation... coupled with brain-bashing requirement for spontaneous debate premises and various technical parliamentary procedures.
now, you say: the philippine government is not even a parliament.
yeah, yeah, we know.
but parlia is used throughout the world. in the most formal of assemblies, in the widest of gatherings, in the highest forms of government structures...
and parlia is fun.
stressful and technical and difficult and requires focus focus focus BUT it's just fun.
interesting, so as to say.
maybe it has something to do with our interesting trainer. maybe it has something to do with the way he teaches.
i tell you, he imposes a totalitarian government during our trainings.
he is extremely strict. a "spawn of hell". or so his former student had said.
but he teaches extremely well. the teaching style is definitely efficient.
we learn, and we learn heaps.
im starting to be interested in studying law... haha...
he told us that during one time when he was a freshman Law student in UPD, his professor threw a laptop at him when he failed to submit 27 cases for their homework.
i think he's trying to impose the same thing to us right now.
dont get me wrong. im saying again and again that he is definitely good.
he told us that he's simply pushing us to our limits so that we could operate at our very best.
according to him, he would rather kill us here, right now, than let us be killed by the national crowd in the competition.
we actually agree with him. it's better to be humiliated in front of your teammates and trainer than be humiliated in front of the entire nation.
and he doesnt want us to be humiliated. he doesnt even let the school trainers to come with us in the trainings. the teachers who come with the students stay in some other place. the only ones who can witness the entire training are, of course, the NCR team and our dear trainer.
i'll be gone for two entire weeks.
next week would be alloted for the RIGOROUS TRAINING.
then the week after that would be the national parliamentary competition.
good luck to us.
we've been told that the competition would last from 8am to 11pm... (actually, they told us that it can last until 1 in the morning)
energy reserves are of high importance.
knowledge of the procedure is of greatest value.
teamwork is crucial.
mind spontaneity is significant.
btw, YJAM SPELLERS GOOD LUCK TO YOU GUYS!!!
bring home the bacon... just like last year!! go go go go go!
what else is there to say?
oh, barack obama won! (it was apparent. haha.)
go democrats!! save the teetering "greatest nation in the planet" from its foreboding downfall...
rosie was right on; Bush screwed US bigtime. (see rosie's blog for a more detailed account on CNN's presidential election news)
can i have a break? just for a day?
Y Y Y
hardcore warm-up
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
STRESS.
A DAY OF INTIMIDATION. OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. OF INTERNAL CONFLICTS. OF BRAIN DAMAGE. OF TECHNICAL MANIPULATION. OF HARDCORE MEMORIZATION. OF ANNOYING DILEMMAS.
again, AGAIN, i wasnt at school FOR THE ENTIRE DAY.
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
it's as if the school is just one of my "electives" and my real class is the Great Extra Curricular Subject.
definite craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
well, i dont regret being part of the NCR Parliamentary team. i mean, parlia is fun. parlia is great. parlia is interesting and downright exciting. parlia is my passion.
but im not denying the fact that parlia is extremely stressful.
it's like we have a class outside the school.
our trainer was VERY STRICT. he is going to humiliate you, to bash your confidence to fragments, to rip your ego to shreds, to demean your entire being...
and we have to memorize law and parliamentary books VERBATIM.
gawd.
it was downright stressful. i cant even begin to describe what happened today. just imagine a lawyer who have been training parliamentary teams for two consecutive years.
then imagine a group of 13 students, all trying so hard not to be disgraced in front of everyone. (and definitely failing to do so)
well, it was fun... in a way.
i mean, we've learned something more. heaps more, actually. he is a great teacher. he is strict and he exercises a totalitarian government (his words, mind you) but he is doing so because he wants the NCR team to win.
hardcore training. and what we did today was the warm-up. that was what he said.
uh-huh. we've got to prepare for the next trainings to come.
and, uh, we have assignments actually. 5 questions.
5 really difficult questions in which you have to know not only the parliamentary procedures but also the philippine constitution for you to be able to answer.
and, the answer to eac question must be typewritten in a short bond paper.
font arial size 10 spacing 1.5
IMAGINE THAT!!!
i recall something that mico said way, way back...
that joining the national parliamentary procedure was surprisingly effortless...
NAH!
effortless, you say??
the so-called warm-up that we've had today was a literal 8-hour recitation/presentation/brain-squeeze activity
no one was exempted from mr. manuel's denigration.
the thing i said about parlia requiring only wit, parlia procedure and technical knowledge, and debate abilities...
one thing was missing.
COURAGE.
mr. manuel hates people who dont have a stand in an issue.
he told us to make a stand or go home. according to him, in real life, in the real world, one just cant go around while staying in the middle of everything. one must have his own standpoint.
his stance.
what im complaining about is that im going to miss HEAPS OF CLASSES again and again and again...
i mean, they were talking about having an everyday training next week.
wth...
what would happen to my academic grades then?
it would plummet down down down... without a doubt.
if that everyday training would be approved by general consent, then i would be gone for 2 weeks!!!
a week of training and a week in baguio for the contest itself.
wth.......................................................................
how would i be able to catch up with everything that ive missed?!?
ive been missing toooooooooooo much of the lessons... and toooooooooooo much of what's happening in the classroom.... and tooooooooooo much of the social crap... and toooooooooooooooooooooooooo much of rest...
can i just stop time for a while to take a breather??
parliamentary homework number 1:
is the motion to appeal applicable to the situation (given situation... complicated. i wont type it here)
parlia homework #2:
full and free debate is allowed vs call for the previous question...
substance vs procedure...
why is motion to call for the previous question prevalent over the fundamental principle of full and free debate??
parlia hw #3:
why is the bylaw valid??
(given situation... long and intricate and complex and... yeah, you get the idea)
parlia hw#4:
memorize page 106
parlia hw #5:
what are the motions to which page 106 applies??
uh-huh.
this is life....
if only i know how to apply the singularity rule in my own life...
i wouldnt be tackling two or more stuff at a time.
can i just suspend the rules for the academic rationale?
im asking again..
CAN I JUST STOP THE TIME FOR A WHILE??
A DAY OF INTIMIDATION. OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION. OF INTERNAL CONFLICTS. OF BRAIN DAMAGE. OF TECHNICAL MANIPULATION. OF HARDCORE MEMORIZATION. OF ANNOYING DILEMMAS.
again, AGAIN, i wasnt at school FOR THE ENTIRE DAY.
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
it's as if the school is just one of my "electives" and my real class is the Great Extra Curricular Subject.
definite craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.
well, i dont regret being part of the NCR Parliamentary team. i mean, parlia is fun. parlia is great. parlia is interesting and downright exciting. parlia is my passion.
but im not denying the fact that parlia is extremely stressful.
it's like we have a class outside the school.
our trainer was VERY STRICT. he is going to humiliate you, to bash your confidence to fragments, to rip your ego to shreds, to demean your entire being...
and we have to memorize law and parliamentary books VERBATIM.
gawd.
it was downright stressful. i cant even begin to describe what happened today. just imagine a lawyer who have been training parliamentary teams for two consecutive years.
then imagine a group of 13 students, all trying so hard not to be disgraced in front of everyone. (and definitely failing to do so)
well, it was fun... in a way.
i mean, we've learned something more. heaps more, actually. he is a great teacher. he is strict and he exercises a totalitarian government (his words, mind you) but he is doing so because he wants the NCR team to win.
hardcore training. and what we did today was the warm-up. that was what he said.
uh-huh. we've got to prepare for the next trainings to come.
and, uh, we have assignments actually. 5 questions.
5 really difficult questions in which you have to know not only the parliamentary procedures but also the philippine constitution for you to be able to answer.
and, the answer to eac question must be typewritten in a short bond paper.
font arial size 10 spacing 1.5
IMAGINE THAT!!!
i recall something that mico said way, way back...
that joining the national parliamentary procedure was surprisingly effortless...
NAH!
effortless, you say??
the so-called warm-up that we've had today was a literal 8-hour recitation/presentation/brain-squeeze activity
no one was exempted from mr. manuel's denigration.
the thing i said about parlia requiring only wit, parlia procedure and technical knowledge, and debate abilities...
one thing was missing.
COURAGE.
mr. manuel hates people who dont have a stand in an issue.
he told us to make a stand or go home. according to him, in real life, in the real world, one just cant go around while staying in the middle of everything. one must have his own standpoint.
his stance.
what im complaining about is that im going to miss HEAPS OF CLASSES again and again and again...
i mean, they were talking about having an everyday training next week.
wth...
what would happen to my academic grades then?
it would plummet down down down... without a doubt.
if that everyday training would be approved by general consent, then i would be gone for 2 weeks!!!
a week of training and a week in baguio for the contest itself.
wth.......................................................................
how would i be able to catch up with everything that ive missed?!?
ive been missing toooooooooooo much of the lessons... and toooooooooooo much of what's happening in the classroom.... and tooooooooooo much of the social crap... and toooooooooooooooooooooooooo much of rest...
can i just stop time for a while to take a breather??
parliamentary homework number 1:
is the motion to appeal applicable to the situation (given situation... complicated. i wont type it here)
parlia homework #2:
full and free debate is allowed vs call for the previous question...
substance vs procedure...
why is motion to call for the previous question prevalent over the fundamental principle of full and free debate??
parlia hw #3:
why is the bylaw valid??
(given situation... long and intricate and complex and... yeah, you get the idea)
parlia hw#4:
memorize page 106
parlia hw #5:
what are the motions to which page 106 applies??
uh-huh.
this is life....
if only i know how to apply the singularity rule in my own life...
i wouldnt be tackling two or more stuff at a time.
can i just suspend the rules for the academic rationale?
im asking again..
CAN I JUST STOP THE TIME FOR A WHILE??
Y Y Y
battle against the torment
Monday, November 3, 2008
oooookay...
DEFINITE BRAIN-DRAINING DAY!!
Chemistry was the first to assault, bombarding us with chemical formulas and concepts that left us stumped.
We haven't gotten over it yet when Mapeh came into the scene, attacking us with its ludicrous montage of terminologies and dates and names and all that.
Just a few minutes after the exhausting battle with Mapeh, here came Research to further damage our heads with its jargon.
And, to afflict the nastiest, foulest, vilest laceration to our already mutilated cerebral tissues, may we welcome the dearest CALCULUS!!
craaaaaap.
it took us, like, 2 hours to answer that exam.
and we're not even sure if we're going to get a good score.
damn this brain. blacking out during the crucial moment.
short-circuiting when i needed a good synaptic flow.
...and to add insult to injury, economics periodical exam results was given...
down, down, down...
that would be the "movement of my grades".
definite craaaaaaaap.
ooooh. and, just like what my mom told me, the supposed boycott was all in vain...
so, well, i texted her to bring me tin cans.
tsk tsk... boycott, huh?
oh, and aura cried. i think. someone told me, i believe so. i dont know for sure but i reckon it was about the tin cans and all that. i dont know for sure since i wasnt in the class this entire day...
(what's new with that??)
and im not going to be in the class tomorrow.
(...and, uh, what's NEW with that???)
craaaap. i dont want to be excused anymore. it's really so hard to catch up with missed lessons and all that. one day my learning was smooth and i was able to comprehend the whatnots that they were talking about. then i was excused. and then i cant catch up anymore...
and then the whole world comes crashing down, burying me deep in its vile heart...
and then im suffocating...
and i cant breathe anymore (and im not talking about the severe cold that i caught along the way)
and everything seems so dark and foreboding...
from the darkness of the four exams assaulting our fragile minds, Spelling came in to the rescue!!
it was fun.
we've learned new words! haha...
mico and i got a total of 46. we're got the same score. haha. look at that rosie. we've got the same score. i wonder why... haha.
aj rayo got 43. but since he was the spelling pro (from last year), we better give him the spotlight.
after all, one can't stay beneath the spotlight for so long... or one could go blind.
mind games... mind games...
looking for mind games in the internet..
i ought to be preparing for tomorrow's recitation in parliamentary procedure but im still lazy as ever..
gotta study later.
or rather, MIGHT study later. lol.
what's happening to my life?
it's getting more complicated... and annoying... and tricky... and disappointing... and fun... and bizarre... and downright indescribable.
i better try to fix it before the tiny gash turns into an irreparable gaping chasm.
problem is: when should i start? what should i do? how should i do what im supposed to do?
and most importantly: do i have enough energy left to do it?
DEFINITE BRAIN-DRAINING DAY!!
Chemistry was the first to assault, bombarding us with chemical formulas and concepts that left us stumped.
We haven't gotten over it yet when Mapeh came into the scene, attacking us with its ludicrous montage of terminologies and dates and names and all that.
Just a few minutes after the exhausting battle with Mapeh, here came Research to further damage our heads with its jargon.
And, to afflict the nastiest, foulest, vilest laceration to our already mutilated cerebral tissues, may we welcome the dearest CALCULUS!!
craaaaaap.
it took us, like, 2 hours to answer that exam.
and we're not even sure if we're going to get a good score.
damn this brain. blacking out during the crucial moment.
short-circuiting when i needed a good synaptic flow.
...and to add insult to injury, economics periodical exam results was given...
down, down, down...
that would be the "movement of my grades".
definite craaaaaaaap.
ooooh. and, just like what my mom told me, the supposed boycott was all in vain...
so, well, i texted her to bring me tin cans.
tsk tsk... boycott, huh?
oh, and aura cried. i think. someone told me, i believe so. i dont know for sure but i reckon it was about the tin cans and all that. i dont know for sure since i wasnt in the class this entire day...
(what's new with that??)
and im not going to be in the class tomorrow.
(...and, uh, what's NEW with that???)
craaaap. i dont want to be excused anymore. it's really so hard to catch up with missed lessons and all that. one day my learning was smooth and i was able to comprehend the whatnots that they were talking about. then i was excused. and then i cant catch up anymore...
and then the whole world comes crashing down, burying me deep in its vile heart...
and then im suffocating...
and i cant breathe anymore (and im not talking about the severe cold that i caught along the way)
and everything seems so dark and foreboding...
from the darkness of the four exams assaulting our fragile minds, Spelling came in to the rescue!!
it was fun.
we've learned new words! haha...
mico and i got a total of 46. we're got the same score. haha. look at that rosie. we've got the same score. i wonder why... haha.
aj rayo got 43. but since he was the spelling pro (from last year), we better give him the spotlight.
after all, one can't stay beneath the spotlight for so long... or one could go blind.
mind games... mind games...
looking for mind games in the internet..
i ought to be preparing for tomorrow's recitation in parliamentary procedure but im still lazy as ever..
gotta study later.
or rather, MIGHT study later. lol.
what's happening to my life?
it's getting more complicated... and annoying... and tricky... and disappointing... and fun... and bizarre... and downright indescribable.
i better try to fix it before the tiny gash turns into an irreparable gaping chasm.
problem is: when should i start? what should i do? how should i do what im supposed to do?
and most importantly: do i have enough energy left to do it?
Y Y Y
futility at its finest
Sunday, November 2, 2008
i cant breathe...
emo much? naaa... i just caught a bad cold.
it's really hard when you're trying to ram heaps and heaps of seemingly useless data in your head in a matter of hours...
it's like swimming against a 25600mph current...
FUTILE.
you'll just get exhausted. and you'll get nowhere.
maybe you'll get to the place where people go when they die...
hah!
perfecting the art of cramming...
this has been a long-running maxim of my former batchmates...
a maxim that helped us go through it all.
we have been trying to perfect the art of cramming.
the thing is that NOTHING IS PERFECT.
cramming cannot be perfected.
cramming... cramming... cramming...
i think im losing my mind.
im supposed to be studying... supposed to be shoving various information in my head... supposed to be finishing the works that i still have to do...
well. the operative word is: SUPPOSED.
i suddenly remembered something i've read somewhere...
"Don't take life so seriously. You'll never get out of it alive"
haha... point well taken, though.
why am i blogging?? i ought to be studying.. ought to be doing something, uh, more productive?
is it possible for the brain to just sizzle and blow up?
man... this is tiring. i've been doing the same thing for four years! thank god i had a year of vacation...
a life without bounds, a life with no involvement in academic affairs, a life of just pure adventure...
is that possible???
emo much? naaa... i just caught a bad cold.
it's really hard when you're trying to ram heaps and heaps of seemingly useless data in your head in a matter of hours...
it's like swimming against a 25600mph current...
FUTILE.
you'll just get exhausted. and you'll get nowhere.
maybe you'll get to the place where people go when they die...
hah!
perfecting the art of cramming...
this has been a long-running maxim of my former batchmates...
a maxim that helped us go through it all.
we have been trying to perfect the art of cramming.
the thing is that NOTHING IS PERFECT.
cramming cannot be perfected.
cramming... cramming... cramming...
i think im losing my mind.
im supposed to be studying... supposed to be shoving various information in my head... supposed to be finishing the works that i still have to do...
well. the operative word is: SUPPOSED.
i suddenly remembered something i've read somewhere...
"Don't take life so seriously. You'll never get out of it alive"
haha... point well taken, though.
why am i blogging?? i ought to be studying.. ought to be doing something, uh, more productive?
is it possible for the brain to just sizzle and blow up?
man... this is tiring. i've been doing the same thing for four years! thank god i had a year of vacation...
a life without bounds, a life with no involvement in academic affairs, a life of just pure adventure...
is that possible???
Y Y Y
day of the dead
Saturday, November 1, 2008
as the Day of the Dead comes to its temporary end and Death waves its skeletal phalanges to whoever is willing to look, some of the denizens of the world are having their hearts tainted with an inky darkness...
lalala...
i dont know what i just wrote. lol.
calculus project status: almost almost done...
gah! it's so f***ing tedious!!
i havent studied anything yet...
i rang up joyce and asked her to teach me the IVT and IZT stuff (calculus crap). well, she did.
THANKS A LOT JOYCE!! I OWE YOU ONE.
...an inky darkness threatening to shroud their entire existence, almost to the point of annihilation...
crap. the three-day sembreak is almost over.
GAH!
it seems as if "rest" and "semestral break" just dont go together.
freaking oxymoron.
...annihilation of their souls - of their spirits - as the darkness sweeps in, ready to bring forth a cataclysmic beginning of oblivion...
i had a dream. for the life of me, i just cant recall what it's all about. i woke up and i just knew that i had dreamed something. one word kept on nagging me, though...
psychedelic.
i dont have any idea why.
maybe i had a dream about psychedelic stuff??
or maybe that word was prominent in my dream??
or maybe it has something to do with the effects of dope?? (not that im taking any, mind you)
i would not know.
...of oblivion, of emptiness, of void... and the inky darkness comes closer... its tendril-like fingers reaching for the tiny beating heart...
today. it's our eco teacher's birthday.
happy birthday.
happy halloween...
...and the denizens of the world moved about, unaware of the sable fingers grasping, grasping their palpitating hearts... unaware of the inky stain forming on its surface, diffusing deeper into the tiniest veins...
...and Death waves its skeletal phalanges to whoever is willing to look...
lalala...
i dont know what i just wrote. lol.
calculus project status: almost almost done...
gah! it's so f***ing tedious!!
i havent studied anything yet...
i rang up joyce and asked her to teach me the IVT and IZT stuff (calculus crap). well, she did.
THANKS A LOT JOYCE!! I OWE YOU ONE.
...an inky darkness threatening to shroud their entire existence, almost to the point of annihilation...
crap. the three-day sembreak is almost over.
GAH!
it seems as if "rest" and "semestral break" just dont go together.
freaking oxymoron.
...annihilation of their souls - of their spirits - as the darkness sweeps in, ready to bring forth a cataclysmic beginning of oblivion...
i had a dream. for the life of me, i just cant recall what it's all about. i woke up and i just knew that i had dreamed something. one word kept on nagging me, though...
psychedelic.
i dont have any idea why.
maybe i had a dream about psychedelic stuff??
or maybe that word was prominent in my dream??
or maybe it has something to do with the effects of dope?? (not that im taking any, mind you)
i would not know.
...of oblivion, of emptiness, of void... and the inky darkness comes closer... its tendril-like fingers reaching for the tiny beating heart...
today. it's our eco teacher's birthday.
happy birthday.
happy halloween...
...and the denizens of the world moved about, unaware of the sable fingers grasping, grasping their palpitating hearts... unaware of the inky stain forming on its surface, diffusing deeper into the tiniest veins...
...and Death waves its skeletal phalanges to whoever is willing to look...
Y Y Y
