I went to a friend’s house last night to deliver some letters. Before I came to her place, I bought dinner, just for myself because I had not eaten anything and it was already 6 in the afternoon. I arrived at her house in a tentative notion that she was there. She was not, unfortunately. With this, I decided to eat my dinner at her place with her housemates.
I know her housemates. Like my friend, her housemates and I are from the same batch and the same degree course. Not all though but three of them. Her housemates were youtube fun. What I meant was that the things they did to entertain me before my friend arrived were over-the-top unique that once you see them perform you get this sudden itch to get a video camera and take a shot of them.
It was becoming late but my friend was still out. Her housemates became tired entertaining me so we started to chat. The conversation started with some random Social Science 3 - a social science that tackles about sexuality - slangs that got me all confused and inquisitive. To my surprise, the youngest housemate knew more than the housemates of my age. I felt somehow embarrassed by my lack of knowledge in the area but I laughed with them even if I really did not get the entire topic.
The laughter faded soon into a mellow conversation. Love is a very interesting topic to the housemates. I’m a witness. Every time they’d receive a message from that special someone or someone who is dear to them but the other does not entirely feel that same, they’d giggle and huddle over the phone and, in unison, let out a high-pitched joy-filled scream which can only be accessible to any female or organism with high levels of estrogen.
I know what they felt. Well, not in that situation. I have not fallen in love… yet. But I know that certain feeling of bliss that cannot be uttered in words but only in the most natural way any human being is capable of, I felt that before. Twice. I felt it when I saw my first published article. I could barely let go of the newspaper. The stand owner was glaring at me and his eyes insisted that if I’m not going to buy the newspaper at least I could iron it back to its original form. I also felt it when I got my letter from the University saying that I passed the UPCAT and that they are happy I was able to enter in their institution which I later realized I was not quite prepared for.
Love.
What in the world IS love? If you are going to ask me point blank what I think about love, I’ll answer you this.
Love is an accessory or a luxury that people do in order to survive or at least last for another day or week or month or year. I’m pertaining to the romantic one. There are different forms of love. We can find it in family, friends, interests, hobbies, jobs, etc. If I am to quantify the love that I currently have right now, I think I would have enough to last me a life time.
Don’t you agree?
Let’s base it on calories. If, for example, a person needs a calorie diet of about 2000 cal per day, suppose that one person who is very dear to you be equal to 50 cal, if that person is related (family or relative), and 25, if that person is not. I have three family members and an estimate of 30 relatives. That would be 1650 calories. Then let’s say I have 20 friends in the University, the most, who are close to me. That would be 500 cal. The summation of calories I have would be around 2150 calories and that does not even include acquaintances, hobbies, interests and my current disposition. If I count them all, I’d realize that I’m actually obese and my current physiology is just a reflection of the physical result that I should get from my daily consumption of organic materials. In other words, I am fattened by love everyday and I think I do not need the extra calories the romantic aspect of love would give.
I told this to the housemates. I told them the part about love being an accessory but not the part when I equated it in calories. I had a feeling they’d be appalled by my reason if this is really reason. They said and even pointed a finger that they would be waiting for the day when I would fall in love. They said that they would be there upfront laughing and saying, “Now, you know.” They were sort of threatening me if I perceived it right. If that was the case, honestly, I was not scared. Not one bit.
If it’ll come, then it’ll come. I have nothing against it. I just think it’s a total use of time. I wrote USE not WASTE because I, sincerely, think that the other is not trash thus the exclusion of the word.
I’m not cynical or whatever. I’m just saying.
Until next time…(-_-;)
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The graveyard book
at first I thought he was a divine being...like an angel or something...but that part when he said that he had done things far worse that the ghouls had done, that confused me. and also that part when he did not dance along with the other ghost during the Macabray? It gave me the impression that he was not a ghost but a sort of keeper of souls?...like death minus the scythe...honestly, sir... I have no idea. (^_^)
On Death...
I just read a post from a friend's Facebook wall.
It was a story about two people who were deeply in love but were constantly separated by many factors - cliques, norms and families. The story mainly revolved around their secret affair which started as innocent as a baby's first word and ended up with something as painful as death, Romeo and Juliet style. Their love was taboo not because their parents were rivals but of the fact that they were both girls.
Today, there has been an ominous notion that somehow homosexuality is acceptable. Most people would agree to it but I know for sure that there will always be people against it. It's not that things have to have pros and cons but the fact that people have their own views - their own stand about matters - makes the partitions.
I don't have anything against gay people. I think it is courageous of them to let their colors out and not be afraid of what people might say. Facing the music is the toughest thing anyone can ever do and to step up to something that people are not accustomed to is just a start.
The part that I did not agree in the story was that they committed suicide. Romeo and Juliet's case was kind of forgivable because they did not know of each others plans - a simple misunderstanding - but the in the story that I just read, they were aware and I really believe that they knew what they were about to do was wrong.
People who look at death as an excuse to escape from a certain dilemma that they think can never be solved greatly disappoint me. Death, to me, is a gift. It is what He gives you when He knows you've done what you have to do in this world. And, to abuse that gift is just wrong. I strongly believe that people who think about death or attempt to achieve it do not even deserve to die. They have not proven their worth and so they cannot be entitled to such an amazing gift.
Moreover, the person who dies does not entirely suffer in the endeavor. It's the people who love him/her who do. They hurt more than what the dead could have gone through and, from experience, it would be very hard for them to picture a world where a loved one is missing.
I might offend some people with what I just said but what I had said is just my opinion. And I think I'm entitled to one.
Until next time...
It was a story about two people who were deeply in love but were constantly separated by many factors - cliques, norms and families. The story mainly revolved around their secret affair which started as innocent as a baby's first word and ended up with something as painful as death, Romeo and Juliet style. Their love was taboo not because their parents were rivals but of the fact that they were both girls.
Today, there has been an ominous notion that somehow homosexuality is acceptable. Most people would agree to it but I know for sure that there will always be people against it. It's not that things have to have pros and cons but the fact that people have their own views - their own stand about matters - makes the partitions.
I don't have anything against gay people. I think it is courageous of them to let their colors out and not be afraid of what people might say. Facing the music is the toughest thing anyone can ever do and to step up to something that people are not accustomed to is just a start.
The part that I did not agree in the story was that they committed suicide. Romeo and Juliet's case was kind of forgivable because they did not know of each others plans - a simple misunderstanding - but the in the story that I just read, they were aware and I really believe that they knew what they were about to do was wrong.
People who look at death as an excuse to escape from a certain dilemma that they think can never be solved greatly disappoint me. Death, to me, is a gift. It is what He gives you when He knows you've done what you have to do in this world. And, to abuse that gift is just wrong. I strongly believe that people who think about death or attempt to achieve it do not even deserve to die. They have not proven their worth and so they cannot be entitled to such an amazing gift.
Moreover, the person who dies does not entirely suffer in the endeavor. It's the people who love him/her who do. They hurt more than what the dead could have gone through and, from experience, it would be very hard for them to picture a world where a loved one is missing.
I might offend some people with what I just said but what I had said is just my opinion. And I think I'm entitled to one.
Until next time...
Laughter, Physical Pain and Talking.
Today was filled with laughter, physical pain and talking. It was just an ordinary day if you asked me but, now that I'm looking back, I feel there's this tiny bit of cosmic magic wrapped around the events that led the day.
Laughter.
I laughed a lot today - in various tones and colors. I laughed at Eunice being referred to as a mushroom; at Jesse and his usual jokes; at Liza (sarcastically) when she made a joke that I did not catch and Jesse did not understand; at Adonis who was in line to get his form 5 while persuading me that he was just hanging around; at RC and his usual playful self; with Miko while talking about a girl who was KSP; at Earl (dubiously) who was entirely hooked with Girls Generation; at Edmar and his usual...um...colorful personality; at Tajroo who finally got a slot at physics 83 after umpfteen years; and at myself for just being foolish.
I laughed all day but I did not get tired. It was amazing, really. Being able to do something all day and not get tired. I guess it was the fun factor in laughing that makes it so easy to do and practically untiring.
Physical Pain.
The day was also abundant in physical pain. RC and I had another row of non-stop slapping and poking while Rhea, Jerome, Kerk and I couldn't seem to get our heads to decide what we were suppose to do - sit-in Physics 83 class or go home. At the end of the day, we decided to go home.
I also found myself walking all day. I walked from the apartment to the University and back. I even walked to places I did not plan on go to like Biosci (to accompany Liza) and CAS Annex (to accompany Earl).
It was tiring and my body ached more when the sun shone at its hottest peak. Nonetheless, it was good exercise.
Talking.
I talked about lots of things with lots of people today but I always had that tendency to ask them how they were doing academically and eventually, the conversations get predictable. We'd start talking about grades then I begin asking them when is their hypothetical graduation date, how many units do they still have, what subjects are they taking and all that jazz. The funny parts come after when we start talking about nonsensical stuff like taking a sip from the man-made fountain that was found at Physci Annex; getting married before graduation not because of love but because of boredom; and other irrelevant topics which I can't say because I want to keep my dignity and my brain in tact.
The entire day was fun. November 10, 2009. I have a feeling that after a few years, I'll find myself reminiscing this day.
Until next time...(^_^)v
Laughter.
I laughed a lot today - in various tones and colors. I laughed at Eunice being referred to as a mushroom; at Jesse and his usual jokes; at Liza (sarcastically) when she made a joke that I did not catch and Jesse did not understand; at Adonis who was in line to get his form 5 while persuading me that he was just hanging around; at RC and his usual playful self; with Miko while talking about a girl who was KSP; at Earl (dubiously) who was entirely hooked with Girls Generation; at Edmar and his usual...um...colorful personality; at Tajroo who finally got a slot at physics 83 after umpfteen years; and at myself for just being foolish.
I laughed all day but I did not get tired. It was amazing, really. Being able to do something all day and not get tired. I guess it was the fun factor in laughing that makes it so easy to do and practically untiring.
Physical Pain.
The day was also abundant in physical pain. RC and I had another row of non-stop slapping and poking while Rhea, Jerome, Kerk and I couldn't seem to get our heads to decide what we were suppose to do - sit-in Physics 83 class or go home. At the end of the day, we decided to go home.
I also found myself walking all day. I walked from the apartment to the University and back. I even walked to places I did not plan on go to like Biosci (to accompany Liza) and CAS Annex (to accompany Earl).
It was tiring and my body ached more when the sun shone at its hottest peak. Nonetheless, it was good exercise.
Talking.
I talked about lots of things with lots of people today but I always had that tendency to ask them how they were doing academically and eventually, the conversations get predictable. We'd start talking about grades then I begin asking them when is their hypothetical graduation date, how many units do they still have, what subjects are they taking and all that jazz. The funny parts come after when we start talking about nonsensical stuff like taking a sip from the man-made fountain that was found at Physci Annex; getting married before graduation not because of love but because of boredom; and other irrelevant topics which I can't say because I want to keep my dignity and my brain in tact.
The entire day was fun. November 10, 2009. I have a feeling that after a few years, I'll find myself reminiscing this day.
Until next time...(^_^)v
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
on death...
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
Fun for the Young and Old
Yesterday, I woke up at 8 am. It was early considering that I slept at 5 am. I wasn't doing anything important or academic. I was playing a game called Sims 3 which I'm currently hooked. I can't seem to find myself away from it for more than 8 hours. I sometimes find myself lost in its world - mainly just thinking what I want my character to do next.
Breakfast immediately followed after waking. My sister and I was to go to Adela's, a bowling place near the airport. We were suppose to wake up at around 8 am, do what we have to do and leave the house at 10. We were going to meet Ricca, my sister's bestfriend, at Adela's at 10:30 but since my very very punctual sister woke up at 10, we were able to leave the house at 11 and got there at 11:30. Good thing Ricca was not there yet. It wasn't disastrous after all.
The activity commenced immediately. We played 2 games that ended at 2 pm and ate at Village, the restaurant across Adela's. We wanted to take pictures of the place but then my phone died and so we were not able to. After goofing around at the restaurant's playground, we went to Southway, one of the new malls in the city. We did not buy any stuff there. We just walked around and looked at the stores. We stopped in only one place - World of Fun. It was like Timezone - with a smaller place and a noisier crowd. We played a few rounds of racing, basketball and the hammer. I had fun except when we played the hammer.
The game had this big hammer that will be used to hit a button the size of a medium-sized round cake. Each player is able to play for two rounds. My sister and Ricca both scored a 9 in each round. I, on the other hand, scored a 3 and a 5.
What the heck was that??? A 5 and a 3???
I could not accept that. I tried it again so that I could redeem myself and I got a 10 and an 11!!
It felt great. (^_________^)
We then decided to go to the next door mall which was called The Gateway. Ricca said it also has a place like WOF. When we arrived, we weren't able to get in because the place was packed. We were about to turn around when we saw this really interesting game. I don't know what it was called. It had a small punching bag attached to a machine which measures the amount of energy the player was able to apply upon the bag. We wanted to try it but when we observed the players of the game, we noticed that they were all boys and what was more scary was that they were all physically able. What I meant by that was they had muscles and had a look that they can kill someone anywhere , anytime. All the players were completely intimidating. Suddenly, anxious thoughts came upon us like "what if I was not able to hit it? would they laugh?", "would my force be enough to make the bag move?", and "would my punch be hard enough to be measured?". We were disheartened by this but did not give in. We vowed that someday we were going to play that game. I have a feeling that that"someday" would be around December this year.
I was only 4 pm but we had nowhere else to go. So after stopping at Gateway, we decided to bid each other goodbye. After Ricca had left, my sister and I stopped by Mindpro and bought some chow and went to my father's office where upon the entrance I stumbled and sprained my ankle.
It hurt like hell but I kept my face and just laughed about it. I didn't want my dad to worry. It was a good thing that a manghihilot lived nearby. My father's officemate contacted her and asked her if she could come by and fix me. In less than 5 minutes, she was there and after 10 minutes, I was well.
We were about to go home when my father's officemates invited us for karaoke. My dad hesitated at first but after few minutes of pestering (by me of course), he obliged.
We sang and drank (The Bar Orange-flavoured Gin and Vodka) until it was 7. My sister and I weren't drunk but the elders were. After a minute of persuasion, my father finally decided to eat. We ate at Antonio's, a restaurant at Paseo del Jardin. As we drove back home, my father, in his drunken state, kept babbling about the other good places in the city that we can still go to since it was still early. We politely declined and insisted that we wanted to go home and rest.
We arrived at around 9 and the second my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.
Today, I'm currently at Kape Zamboanga. Dinning. Again.
I have a feeling I still won't get use to this.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
People, Places and Familiar Faces
I'm currently dinning at CoffeeMix and I can honestly say that this is the only place that still looks familiar to me. Everything has changed yet again in this city. There are new malls, new places to hangout and new people in our house. It feels like so much has happened in 5 months. I don't mean that anything should NOT happen. I think what I'm saying is that everything went on so fast that I was not able to hear of it to make me react properly.
Nevertheless, I like it. Love it, actually.
The lights when we passed Paseo del Mar were brighter that before. Although there were many military officers, the place looked great. There was food, views and the people?... I thought I'd never see them come like that - in multitudes!
We walked around. Mainly just to see the views and try the food. I really wished that we could have stayed longer but we had other things to attend to.
I'll be staying here for 2 weeks and I have a good feeling that my stay will be very VERY eventful.
Until next time! (^o^)\m/
Friday, October 23, 2009
Coming Home Soon
I'm going home tomorrow. My flight is around 2 pm. I packed my things three hours ago. I prefer to travel with just a backpack. Too many stuff distracts me.
I'm somehow excited and a little nervous.
Nervous...
Did I just say that?
Maybe because I flunked another subject in Chemistry which by the way is my degree course. That information just made me sound like a total loser.
The past semester had its good and bad sides. The good side - I'll always find myself reminiscing them. The bad side - it's now taking its toll on me.
I have a feeling that my stay in the University will be longer than I have expected. I don't like it. Well, not entirely. I'm having mixed feelings about it. Partly because when I'm in school I won't have to worry about money. My dad would always send me some every month even if I don't ask. On the other hand, I feel embarrassed. By next year, I should be able to make money for myself but instead I'll be stuck in school - writing papers and laboratory reports.
I guess this is what I get for flunking another subject. The toll is heavy as expected.
But I'm not losing faith. I'm not like that. I'm always positive. There's nothing I can't do in this world as long as I persevere and look ahead.
I'm not a big planner and all. I'm usually sloppy in making plans but I know it'll all turn out good.
Keep 'em coming BIG GUY! You know where I live.
(>o<)\m/
I'm somehow excited and a little nervous.
Nervous...
Did I just say that?
Maybe because I flunked another subject in Chemistry which by the way is my degree course. That information just made me sound like a total loser.
The past semester had its good and bad sides. The good side - I'll always find myself reminiscing them. The bad side - it's now taking its toll on me.
I have a feeling that my stay in the University will be longer than I have expected. I don't like it. Well, not entirely. I'm having mixed feelings about it. Partly because when I'm in school I won't have to worry about money. My dad would always send me some every month even if I don't ask. On the other hand, I feel embarrassed. By next year, I should be able to make money for myself but instead I'll be stuck in school - writing papers and laboratory reports.
I guess this is what I get for flunking another subject. The toll is heavy as expected.
But I'm not losing faith. I'm not like that. I'm always positive. There's nothing I can't do in this world as long as I persevere and look ahead.
I'm not a big planner and all. I'm usually sloppy in making plans but I know it'll all turn out good.
Keep 'em coming BIG GUY! You know where I live.
(>o<)\m/
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