Nang Hani (our editor) and I were supposed to meet our adviser to update her about the plans for our Christmas party. We ended up sending her an SMS instead. Then wer hopped onto a jeepney and headed to the mall to buy the gifts for our secret partners.
The secret partner type of gift giving is predominant among older (and by that I mean high school and college and post college people) people and has the thrill of guessing who picked you or who did you pick. The silly part is that almost everyone tells everyone who they picked.
Not me. I got it all covered. I'm a neat secret keeper you know.
Nang Hani first helped me what to buy. I said I would buy my partner a sign shirt knowing that she loves reading one. Okay, I let it slip that my 'SP' is a girl. No matter, it's still vague enough. I bought two shirts a hundred a piece. Solved!
Then it was Nang Hani's time to be troubled. She hasn't picked anything to give yet to our adviser.
Yes, Nang Hani's 'SP' is the adviser we would've contacted that morning. How did I know? I made my trap questions that I learned from our debate, put them in my small handy notebook and in one afternoon before we bought sundae cones, I tricked her into saying it. No, that was a lie. She just told me. I don't need to ask, silly.
Our adviser has indicated a few things in the wish list.
1. something about relaxing
2. something about crafts
3. something about vacation
4. something about peace
Whew. How could she fit that in a few hundred pesos. First we fought with our stomach (my stomach that is) to find a pair of comfy slippers. The weird fluffy ones. Yes if you need comfort, sometimes you just have to shun the fashion trend away. step on them with fluffy slippers.
But let's forget the fluffy slippers. They're too way off the price marker. At 600 pesos a pair, you can have them. I'll buy cotton balls and stick them with glue to a 56-pesos pair of slippers from downtown, thank you very much.
Next stop, the two books stores to find something to read. Daily Bread? No, I think ma'am has them. A crossword and Sudoku book? Is that what you call relaxing? Finally, Nang Hani found a book on origami. I agree that is relaxing. But is it relaxing for the pocket?
The book costs a whooping 700 pesos. Next option please.
We move onto a cd store because I was looking at the price of a Guetta cd. I was dying to get a copy and hear my own ear thump on its won eyt I was still lacking funds. Then I saw a Glee compilation cd and at the exact moment, Glee's version of "Gold Digger" was playing. Damn was I tempted. But I didn't give in. Sorry, your advertisement won't do its trick today.
Then I had an idea. Why won't we give ma'am a cd for relaxation. A sort of background lounge music for her office. Hani agreed and we proceeded in picking the right one and after that we scanned a selection of happy-feel-good movies. That's option number to when we encountered something funny. The cd store was now apparently a hub for x rated material.
I asked myself, would anyone buy this publicly? And in a mall? I think one should save porn watching to their private selves. And if the people who made these films say these are art. Please tell them their funny because their covering up for soft porn. You can easily tell the difference of these films form the real films.
Note: They don't have nude people in the cover. Plus their titles wouldn't suck. Who wouldn't think it's a porn film if your selling it by the act itself. SEX Reels: Ang Babae sa Isla na Asul. Sort of. After that we enjoyed the liberty of having to inspect every x-rated ish material of their titles. If you come to watch at the titles for a long time, you can't help but to suppress a laugh. Call it being malicious but these titles make sex sell.
However, I am totally depressed as to what some movie makers think as a breakthrough. Independent films (indies) are hot on the market today. And if it's not sex their selling, it's prostitution. And movie goers still think that some of it is still art-able when in fact their just eager to get some money by making someone bear flesh. Some indies are indeed worthy every penny. But some are just plain nasty.
After buying the cd, we head of to heaven. Unlimited Rice! Yeah!
Friday, December 18
Thursday, December 17
This book is for you
Ladies and gentlemen, an alternative reading. And I hope you read this one so. A prequel (according to the author) of his other book. Some say it's like pancake. Hot and steamy. Others say it's like chilled coffee, cold yet still satisfying. You be the judge, after all, you are the reader.
Stomach
Okay I admit that my brain sometimes does not work as it should be. I get this blank air moments that no ideas seems to flow through this heavy poundage. I admit that I am unusually lazy as to normal people should be and I totally admit the fact that I am an eatinf frek.
Sorry, I mean eating freak.
I eat a lot. That is an undeniable fact. And for some who may scoff at that statements, may I kindly refer you to my friends who would truly attest to the truth that I, unfortunately, eat. Eat more than you that is. And yes, a 54-kg skinny body can hold four cups of rice, two types of viand and a 12-oz. bottle of soda in one meal (excluding here are what we Filipinos call 'pica-pica' snacks which I also enjoy to the fullest). That is why I enjoy eating at establishments offering unlimited rice. I am a Filipino and I think I couldn't survive a meal without my precious grains.
And this is where my problem start; with eating. See I live in the student budget which means I have to fit an entire week of food consumption, photocopies, alamutans with my one thousand peso allowance. And almost 7/8 of these goes to food. Sadly, I have no money left for other things when the snakes in my stomach start to do somersaults. It's hard enough to live alone in the city but starve? No freaking way.
So this is my revolution to my eating problem. Stop being lazy, do work. Everyday and try to forget eating once in a while. Though it is my parents dream to see me all plumped up, I may have to prolong their wishes a bit longer. Right now, I need to live within my means. After this, i'll be eating at McDonalds.
Sorry, I mean eating freak.
I eat a lot. That is an undeniable fact. And for some who may scoff at that statements, may I kindly refer you to my friends who would truly attest to the truth that I, unfortunately, eat. Eat more than you that is. And yes, a 54-kg skinny body can hold four cups of rice, two types of viand and a 12-oz. bottle of soda in one meal (excluding here are what we Filipinos call 'pica-pica' snacks which I also enjoy to the fullest). That is why I enjoy eating at establishments offering unlimited rice. I am a Filipino and I think I couldn't survive a meal without my precious grains.
And this is where my problem start; with eating. See I live in the student budget which means I have to fit an entire week of food consumption, photocopies, alamutans with my one thousand peso allowance. And almost 7/8 of these goes to food. Sadly, I have no money left for other things when the snakes in my stomach start to do somersaults. It's hard enough to live alone in the city but starve? No freaking way.
So this is my revolution to my eating problem. Stop being lazy, do work. Everyday and try to forget eating once in a while. Though it is my parents dream to see me all plumped up, I may have to prolong their wishes a bit longer. Right now, I need to live within my means. After this, i'll be eating at McDonalds.
Tuesday, December 15
Errors
We just finished publishing our tabloid for this year (finally!). And as any tabloid, any project that involves numerous texts, any idea or executed thought; we had flaws. A little typo on this page, some grammars don't on this. Some major and some passable.
And of course our own critics are ourselves. What figures.
We have that student sickness that every after exam, we check our notes if our answers were right or not. We sigh at our mistakes and jeer that we had made the risk and pulled it of great. We want to get those tabloids and just start all over again. Too many mistakes on these and that. I think we need correction markers and a lot of them.
For me committing mistakes like these are just part of our learning process. This does not mean however that we should use this as an excuse in doing what is less of our capacity. As former (and hopefully future) Graciano Lopez-Jaena Awardees for Best Departmental Publication, we should give out our best, bring our best foot (if there is any) forward and bring down the house with the best that we can do. This incapacity to sometimes not see eroors should be used to the fullest extent in making and producing quality materials that the clientele is asking for.
However, it is true that we sometimes just say things and not mean it at all. I hope that we could 'execute' the next ones properly. No, we SHOULD execute it properly.
Lesson learned. Pramis, next time it will be sweeter. Mamatay man si Batman.
And of course our own critics are ourselves. What figures.
We have that student sickness that every after exam, we check our notes if our answers were right or not. We sigh at our mistakes and jeer that we had made the risk and pulled it of great. We want to get those tabloids and just start all over again. Too many mistakes on these and that. I think we need correction markers and a lot of them.
For me committing mistakes like these are just part of our learning process. This does not mean however that we should use this as an excuse in doing what is less of our capacity. As former (and hopefully future) Graciano Lopez-Jaena Awardees for Best Departmental Publication, we should give out our best, bring our best foot (if there is any) forward and bring down the house with the best that we can do. This incapacity to sometimes not see eroors should be used to the fullest extent in making and producing quality materials that the clientele is asking for.
However, it is true that we sometimes just say things and not mean it at all. I hope that we could 'execute' the next ones properly. No, we SHOULD execute it properly.
Lesson learned. Pramis, next time it will be sweeter. Mamatay man si Batman.
Thursday, December 10
this is losing
This post is in Filipino. Bob Ong slash Atalia-Reyes Mode.
Gusto ko talagang sumali sa mga patimpalak. Ewan ko ba kung sakit ito o makating buni na di matanggal-tanggal pero nasisiyahan talaga ako kung sumasali. Para mamamanhid ka sa thrill na hindi naman sumasakay sa roller coaster. Mapa essay writing, photo contest o tic-tac-toe, talagang kakagat ako dyan.
Baka siguro kasi competitive kami sa bahay. Unahan sa pagkain (kaya kung huli kang magising, matuto kang tumiis ng pandesal), sa remote (bahala kakung cartoons trip ng tatay mo) at sa banyo (pigilan mo, pasensya ka). O kaya sa skul kung saan maninigas ka muna bago ka makaranko nang ika tatlo.
Siguro innate na nga sa akin to dahil sa environment na kinalakihan ko. Palaban sa labanan kahit na-iihi na. Kaya nga nang sumali ako sa dagliang talumpati kanina (extemporaneous speaking) e medyo nasayahan ako. Una, kasi magaling ang kalaban. Pangalawa, kasi may ranko ako-ako ang ikalawang lugal. Nasayahan ako kasi hindi ko ito inaasahan. Parang natatawa pa kasi yung mga hurado sakin kanina. At yung tanong sakin, parang pang-beauty pageant sabi ng kaklase ko.
Yan talaga ang sinasabi nila na kung minsan, di mo hinihingi, kusang pumupunta sa'yo (pa-feel lang to). O kung minsan kahit na nandyan na, mawawala pa (pa-feel din ito).
Hanggang sa susunod na taon.
Gusto ko talagang sumali sa mga patimpalak. Ewan ko ba kung sakit ito o makating buni na di matanggal-tanggal pero nasisiyahan talaga ako kung sumasali. Para mamamanhid ka sa thrill na hindi naman sumasakay sa roller coaster. Mapa essay writing, photo contest o tic-tac-toe, talagang kakagat ako dyan.
Baka siguro kasi competitive kami sa bahay. Unahan sa pagkain (kaya kung huli kang magising, matuto kang tumiis ng pandesal), sa remote (bahala kakung cartoons trip ng tatay mo) at sa banyo (pigilan mo, pasensya ka). O kaya sa skul kung saan maninigas ka muna bago ka makaranko nang ika tatlo.
Siguro innate na nga sa akin to dahil sa environment na kinalakihan ko. Palaban sa labanan kahit na-iihi na. Kaya nga nang sumali ako sa dagliang talumpati kanina (extemporaneous speaking) e medyo nasayahan ako. Una, kasi magaling ang kalaban. Pangalawa, kasi may ranko ako-ako ang ikalawang lugal. Nasayahan ako kasi hindi ko ito inaasahan. Parang natatawa pa kasi yung mga hurado sakin kanina. At yung tanong sakin, parang pang-beauty pageant sabi ng kaklase ko.
Yan talaga ang sinasabi nila na kung minsan, di mo hinihingi, kusang pumupunta sa'yo (pa-feel lang to). O kung minsan kahit na nandyan na, mawawala pa (pa-feel din ito).
Hanggang sa susunod na taon.
Friday, December 4
The start.
If you are staying in Iloilo you know for sure what Dinagyang is and when it is. Some wait for the auspicious posters to be hanged on the streets. Some wait for the real day of "Merrymaking". I wait for the sound of drums.
A few weeks before, I had already heard and seen some high school students play the upbeat tunes in their make-shift drums. These can be heard in the wee hours of the night for in their hope that their opponents would not hear it. They would practice when the sun is hiding in its blankets.
Tonight, I hear the drums once more but much louder. Dinagyang is here.
A few weeks before, I had already heard and seen some high school students play the upbeat tunes in their make-shift drums. These can be heard in the wee hours of the night for in their hope that their opponents would not hear it. They would practice when the sun is hiding in its blankets.
Tonight, I hear the drums once more but much louder. Dinagyang is here.
Monday, November 30
Convincing
I am a bad salesman. I hate selling things and I am terrible at sales talk. That's why I am thankful I live in the Philippines where their scouts are not being made as fund-raising monkeys. Imagine the ten year old me selling cookies door to door at our town. I am sure that my team mates wouldn't sell their cookies. They'd be throwing them at me because I scared the customers away of some cholesterol-risk story.
I am sometimes the midpoint of failure in our group. I'd be the worst team mate because if I knew the right answers, I would just keep it. If I was too cocky, I'd pester everyone to make my answer the answer and end up not gaining any points. Luck is my polar opposite.
That's why I am having a hard time telling myself to move the f*cking forward after I lost my laptop. I sound so childish and blatantly schizophrenic as I have already made three posts about it yet my mind is not functioning nor producing any ideas to write about except this. So I am stumped with this 'til I get over the hang-over.
Is there any medicine for this? It should taste better than the ones for anti-fillariasis. Them taste like airline food. Much worse than airline food. I got a packet one from my sister because the local RHU gives them away. Hey, it's free so I got one. Better prevented than already having something that shouldn't be big ginormous.
I am now settled that the only thing to make me move on is m self. Not that crazy woman in the street, not the lazy traffic enforcer but my own self. This is going to be hard.
I am sometimes the midpoint of failure in our group. I'd be the worst team mate because if I knew the right answers, I would just keep it. If I was too cocky, I'd pester everyone to make my answer the answer and end up not gaining any points. Luck is my polar opposite.
That's why I am having a hard time telling myself to move the f*cking forward after I lost my laptop. I sound so childish and blatantly schizophrenic as I have already made three posts about it yet my mind is not functioning nor producing any ideas to write about except this. So I am stumped with this 'til I get over the hang-over.
Is there any medicine for this? It should taste better than the ones for anti-fillariasis. Them taste like airline food. Much worse than airline food. I got a packet one from my sister because the local RHU gives them away. Hey, it's free so I got one. Better prevented than already having something that shouldn't be big ginormous.
I am now settled that the only thing to make me move on is m self. Not that crazy woman in the street, not the lazy traffic enforcer but my own self. This is going to be hard.
Sunday, November 22
The Fad was never the same after this
Armed with the conviction and determination to demonstrate the move for change in common man's society here in Iloilo, AkoMismo along with a hundred or so youth volunteers mobilized themselves, November 7, 2009.
Mobilizing
The activity for the day was composed of a medical-dental mission and a working day. The former was held in the capitol for the benefit of a chosen baranggay and the latter was held on the Gawad Kalinga Site at So-ok, Arevalo, Iloilo.
The Medical-Dental Mission was in partnership with JCI of Ilang-Ilang, Unilab, and Philippine National Red Cross. The working day was in partnership with Gawad Kalinga, First Time Voters, and several student-oriented organizations.
During the medical-dental mission more than 300 patients were serviced thanks to the efficacy of the volunteer medical personnel. And because of the hundred plus volunteers who went to the Gawad Kalinga Site, there were two houses painted, two septic tanks made and the flooring of a house was completed.
Celebrating
In celebration for the successful day of the volunteers, a celebratory concert was held in the latter evening. The concert featured local bands from the city. There were also booths for food and assortments for the audience.
Remembering
I was always the background person. The participant. I really never wan to get involved in the planning committee because I sometimes sucked in doing things. This time, I parted ways with my own self and became involved one step higher. Maybe because it was part curiosity part nagging as I would persistently bombard Ate Che (our coordinator) with FAQ's. So how come I was part of this? I just sis the basic rule of nature-asked questions. I emailed the site for queries and asked when are they going to hold a service day. Lo and behold, it was already on the way.
When I look back into it, I never thought I had the guts to do it. But something pushed me, and it is because I want to make a difference and start my boring dull life anew. I turned 18 twelve days ago and I still can't move on with my perennial loss. READ: stolen laptop.
I lost it midway during the planning period and I said to myself, okay, move on with it. But everyday it haunts me. More like an itch that is always needed to be scratched. I hated thinking of it.
However, that did not hinder me from being an agent of change (catalyst is an abused word in a student's life right now). I actively (I think) participated in planning activities and aired my concerns about the techie stuff. I am really grateful that the publication, SILAK was glad to be of help and to all the sponsor who made the event possible.
I am ever so glad to be part of making change in our quiet little city.
Salamat at nakilala ko sina Ate Che, Nang Gerica, Kuya Luigi, Nong Rey, Si Rhode, Nong Jego (don't know if I spelled it right), Nang Tala, Si Makay (wala na Nang, hahaha), Si Rud (or si Casper) kag ang tanan-tanan nga nagtambong sang gab-i na to.
Sa uulitin.
P.S. Ngayon alam na ng Iloilo that i's more than just a fad. It's an inner craze of change.
Mobilizing
The activity for the day was composed of a medical-dental mission and a working day. The former was held in the capitol for the benefit of a chosen baranggay and the latter was held on the Gawad Kalinga Site at So-ok, Arevalo, Iloilo.
The Medical-Dental Mission was in partnership with JCI of Ilang-Ilang, Unilab, and Philippine National Red Cross. The working day was in partnership with Gawad Kalinga, First Time Voters, and several student-oriented organizations.
During the medical-dental mission more than 300 patients were serviced thanks to the efficacy of the volunteer medical personnel. And because of the hundred plus volunteers who went to the Gawad Kalinga Site, there were two houses painted, two septic tanks made and the flooring of a house was completed.
Celebrating
In celebration for the successful day of the volunteers, a celebratory concert was held in the latter evening. The concert featured local bands from the city. There were also booths for food and assortments for the audience.
Remembering
I was always the background person. The participant. I really never wan to get involved in the planning committee because I sometimes sucked in doing things. This time, I parted ways with my own self and became involved one step higher. Maybe because it was part curiosity part nagging as I would persistently bombard Ate Che (our coordinator) with FAQ's. So how come I was part of this? I just sis the basic rule of nature-asked questions. I emailed the site for queries and asked when are they going to hold a service day. Lo and behold, it was already on the way.
When I look back into it, I never thought I had the guts to do it. But something pushed me, and it is because I want to make a difference and start my boring dull life anew. I turned 18 twelve days ago and I still can't move on with my perennial loss. READ: stolen laptop.
I lost it midway during the planning period and I said to myself, okay, move on with it. But everyday it haunts me. More like an itch that is always needed to be scratched. I hated thinking of it.
However, that did not hinder me from being an agent of change (catalyst is an abused word in a student's life right now). I actively (I think) participated in planning activities and aired my concerns about the techie stuff. I am really grateful that the publication, SILAK was glad to be of help and to all the sponsor who made the event possible.
I am ever so glad to be part of making change in our quiet little city.
Salamat at nakilala ko sina Ate Che, Nang Gerica, Kuya Luigi, Nong Rey, Si Rhode, Nong Jego (don't know if I spelled it right), Nang Tala, Si Makay (wala na Nang, hahaha), Si Rud (or si Casper) kag ang tanan-tanan nga nagtambong sang gab-i na to.
Sa uulitin.
P.S. Ngayon alam na ng Iloilo that i's more than just a fad. It's an inner craze of change.
A fresh wave
I haven't written anything for this blog in a month. In blogging, that would mean and convert to not writing in a century. So here I trying to juggle what is the most important thing that happened to me for the past month. The following posts will be like a refresher course in the month long tiring activities.
Bear with everything.
Bear with everything.
Tuesday, November 3
Remembering Wall-e
I love the movie Wall-e. Even though I am seventeen years of age and a second year college student, I will never grow tired of the movie.
I've seen it for the nth time if physics may apply. Yet there is something about this movie that makes it one of the curios in my shelf. It's about the future. My future.
Wall-e lived in a world that is our prospected future. My world that is in the future perspective. A world that I would never be able to live on. And there's this spaceship that everyone on board does not know what is the sea and what exercise is.
I wouldn't stand that world. And I hope my grandsons don't live on it. But as I type this entry in a cafe with all the newly christened facebook addicts around me, I belive that this may happen to us. Them. So be afraid. Be very afraid. *cue evil laugh.
I've seen it for the nth time if physics may apply. Yet there is something about this movie that makes it one of the curios in my shelf. It's about the future. My future.
Wall-e lived in a world that is our prospected future. My world that is in the future perspective. A world that I would never be able to live on. And there's this spaceship that everyone on board does not know what is the sea and what exercise is.
I wouldn't stand that world. And I hope my grandsons don't live on it. But as I type this entry in a cafe with all the newly christened facebook addicts around me, I belive that this may happen to us. Them. So be afraid. Be very afraid. *cue evil laugh.
Saturday, October 31
The nightmare
What is the feeling of being a dama de noche or the flower of the night? One fully blooms to splendor at dusk and wilt all its glory along with the rising sun everyday. You are born into this world and die at the same in just a few hours time.
I die every eight in the evening. Everyday.
This is the time when I lost my laptop and since its loss, I am having these stupid flashback moments everyday. Every night. The moment I see my parents, the moment I have a blank state of mind, I remember how stupid I was that night.
It haunts me.
I want to move on but these simple things act as time machines that transports me back in time. I can’t cry, there are no tears yet I feel devastated. Ashamed. I can’t help but whimper.
I know it’s unmanly and unethical to live in the past for a man must live in his future but sometimes the past just sticks to you like elmer’s glue. Unnerving. I want to forget. Really forget everything that happened. But something pulls me back.
Help me.
I die every eight in the evening. Everyday.
This is the time when I lost my laptop and since its loss, I am having these stupid flashback moments everyday. Every night. The moment I see my parents, the moment I have a blank state of mind, I remember how stupid I was that night.
It haunts me.
I want to move on but these simple things act as time machines that transports me back in time. I can’t cry, there are no tears yet I feel devastated. Ashamed. I can’t help but whimper.
I know it’s unmanly and unethical to live in the past for a man must live in his future but sometimes the past just sticks to you like elmer’s glue. Unnerving. I want to forget. Really forget everything that happened. But something pulls me back.
Help me.
Thursday, October 29
A very unusual day
Yes the weather was normal. It was always sunny in our town. My mother and sister and the rest of the household also acts normal. But that day was a different day for that day, I registered myself as an official voter.
The moment I stepped of the grubby tricycle, I knew this was going to be hell. Armed with my trusty ballpoint pen, a photocopy of my birth certificate and a valid identification card, I decided to take the plunge. Corny.
The line was so long. First, I need to verify who I am. I gave the copy of my birth certificate to an officer in charge of it. Then I had to wait my name to be called to get a copy of the form. It took me about twenty minutes to get hold of the No carbon form and another twenty to let an officer in charge to fill it up for me. First time voter daw ako and I don't know how to do it properly. Ansakit naman magsalita ng bakla.
Yes, the OIC was a cross dressing guy.
So he, she, whatever, was the one filling up the first page of the form. He was asking questions to me, the things that you are most likely to see on my birth certificate. Gusto ko sanang sabihin na uy, tingnan mo na lang sa birth certificate pwede. I look like a goof here.
So after he accomplished my form with writing similar to those interpreted by pharmacists, I was the one to fill up the rest. Painstaking fill up the rest of it. And after complying, I submitted it to him. He said I should return after the noon break for it's already twelve noon. And just in time as I went back that afternoon, I was called to get in the office for the biometrics.
Biometrics my butt, it was more of a gag show when i was inside. First you get to pass the form to the one encoding the data. You get criticized for what name you have and how slow you respond to questions posed. To get the fingerprint one has to scan it with a laser scanner. Sabi ko anung unang finger tinuro nya lang yung monitor. Both my thumb and index were scanned two times. Feel ko pag nakalabas yung laser, sunog na yung daliri ko at mukha.
Now to the most fun part. Picture taking.
Hell it was no fun. I have very sensitive eyes and the only reason I don't wear a pair of glasses is because my parents can't afford one. I was told to look at a camera two feet away from me. I presumed this was a seroius moment so I made my serious look. Then poof. Meron pa lang flash ang lokong camera. Nag blink ako tuloy kasi sobrang lapit.
Take two. Poof. Parang lasenggo mukha ko. I have uneven eyes daw. A, medyo alam ko na yan at matagal na.
Take three. Pareho parin. Parang walang difference daw? Ano ba yung problema sa ata ko ask ni ate.
Take four, ganun parin. I look drunk. Sabi nya, at parang napipikon na, Ayusin mo nga. As if i don't want to have a single sane pic.
Take five. Kumipo yung dalawa kung mata. She asks if this is my idea of a joke, sabi ko hindi. May flash kasi, sana kinuha yung flash dahil malapit masyado for the use of a flash. Tumawa lang sya. And the other guy inside the office also did.
Take six. The photo still looks like those after party photos. Sabi nya tama na daw yun. Okay. To end my humiliation.
The woman detached the slip for me and did not say anything. I asked if this was the last step and she just nooded. Sheesh.
In general, registering yourself is easy yet the pople involved in the process are not. Two days to go so strat running folks. Start running to the nearest COMELEC office and be involved.
The moment I stepped of the grubby tricycle, I knew this was going to be hell. Armed with my trusty ballpoint pen, a photocopy of my birth certificate and a valid identification card, I decided to take the plunge. Corny.
The line was so long. First, I need to verify who I am. I gave the copy of my birth certificate to an officer in charge of it. Then I had to wait my name to be called to get a copy of the form. It took me about twenty minutes to get hold of the No carbon form and another twenty to let an officer in charge to fill it up for me. First time voter daw ako and I don't know how to do it properly. Ansakit naman magsalita ng bakla.
Yes, the OIC was a cross dressing guy.
So he, she, whatever, was the one filling up the first page of the form. He was asking questions to me, the things that you are most likely to see on my birth certificate. Gusto ko sanang sabihin na uy, tingnan mo na lang sa birth certificate pwede. I look like a goof here.
So after he accomplished my form with writing similar to those interpreted by pharmacists, I was the one to fill up the rest. Painstaking fill up the rest of it. And after complying, I submitted it to him. He said I should return after the noon break for it's already twelve noon. And just in time as I went back that afternoon, I was called to get in the office for the biometrics.
Biometrics my butt, it was more of a gag show when i was inside. First you get to pass the form to the one encoding the data. You get criticized for what name you have and how slow you respond to questions posed. To get the fingerprint one has to scan it with a laser scanner. Sabi ko anung unang finger tinuro nya lang yung monitor. Both my thumb and index were scanned two times. Feel ko pag nakalabas yung laser, sunog na yung daliri ko at mukha.
Now to the most fun part. Picture taking.
Hell it was no fun. I have very sensitive eyes and the only reason I don't wear a pair of glasses is because my parents can't afford one. I was told to look at a camera two feet away from me. I presumed this was a seroius moment so I made my serious look. Then poof. Meron pa lang flash ang lokong camera. Nag blink ako tuloy kasi sobrang lapit.
Take two. Poof. Parang lasenggo mukha ko. I have uneven eyes daw. A, medyo alam ko na yan at matagal na.
Take three. Pareho parin. Parang walang difference daw? Ano ba yung problema sa ata ko ask ni ate.
Take four, ganun parin. I look drunk. Sabi nya, at parang napipikon na, Ayusin mo nga. As if i don't want to have a single sane pic.
Take five. Kumipo yung dalawa kung mata. She asks if this is my idea of a joke, sabi ko hindi. May flash kasi, sana kinuha yung flash dahil malapit masyado for the use of a flash. Tumawa lang sya. And the other guy inside the office also did.
Take six. The photo still looks like those after party photos. Sabi nya tama na daw yun. Okay. To end my humiliation.
The woman detached the slip for me and did not say anything. I asked if this was the last step and she just nooded. Sheesh.
In general, registering yourself is easy yet the pople involved in the process are not. Two days to go so strat running folks. Start running to the nearest COMELEC office and be involved.
Friday, October 16
Why I never bothered studying other subjects
Don't pressure youself. That was my quotation of the week.
That's why I did not work my heart out in studying for three of my exams. I just scanned the books a few hours before the test. No memorizing. Just scanning.
Wwhy did I do something that sounds nuts and stupid?
Well first it is because the subjects are dull and uninteresting. Nothing is a greater killer than boredom.
Second, the teahcers don't give a sh*t about you. They just kept yapping and yapping without sense. I had one subject which I had learned facts and information only through my classmates. She lets us all report. And she say's just a few sentences. One. Two but not more than twenty the whole class hour. We do not count her mandates on my classmate to buy her snacks.
Third, I alloted the time to study for my major exams. If I want to go nuts, at least I chose the one that's easy to crack.
Fourth, it's beacuse I know that the exam would not be difficult.
I have psychic abilities you know./KP
That's why I did not work my heart out in studying for three of my exams. I just scanned the books a few hours before the test. No memorizing. Just scanning.
Wwhy did I do something that sounds nuts and stupid?
Well first it is because the subjects are dull and uninteresting. Nothing is a greater killer than boredom.
Second, the teahcers don't give a sh*t about you. They just kept yapping and yapping without sense. I had one subject which I had learned facts and information only through my classmates. She lets us all report. And she say's just a few sentences. One. Two but not more than twenty the whole class hour. We do not count her mandates on my classmate to buy her snacks.
Third, I alloted the time to study for my major exams. If I want to go nuts, at least I chose the one that's easy to crack.
Fourth, it's beacuse I know that the exam would not be difficult.
I have psychic abilities you know./KP
Monday, October 12
Why I'm going to marry Amanda Bynes
This girl is uber hot. I mean uber with the u that has two dots on top, i can't fint the symbol on the pc anywhere. So after I broke down with my very choleric depressed state, I was fortunate enough to see another not-so yet chick flick.
Yes it may seem look like fag if guys watch these movies, but if it has Amanda Bynes in it, anyone would go for being a fag.
Sindey White. A play of words in the title just then. But it goes to more than the title, it goes deeper to the characters, to the plot, to the sequencing;everything with the adage of some fra-so conspiracy plots. It starts like any fairytale turned real, girl gets to live okay, then she suffers, then she flees evil people, meet support, comes back, fails, meets prince, comes back, lives h.e.a. (that's happily ever after).
Like the stupidly funny She's the Man, Sidney White's humor carries within the Amanda Bynes signature where she ogles out her eyes and yet you can't get enough of that chubby face. Did I say she's uber hot?
Too bad this movie was not shown in the local cinemas.
Saturday, October 10
Say goodbye f-ster, hello f-book
It's a euphoria everywhere.
No it's just another blimp in the every trendy lifestyle of the Pinoy and it's what the Americans invented called Facebook. Yes ladies and gentlemen it has been around and no it is not the sister network of the ever-Pinoy-popular Friendster (although their separation is only three degrees).
According to thedigitalfilipino.com, Philippines-based users yields around 611,000 to 612,000 logon everyday since March 1. Majority of that are women at 353,000. Majority of that are in the age group - 18 to 34 years old (around 260,000). Dominant are college students or yuppies at 18-24 years old (around 150,000++). The same age group dominates on the male segment as well. The growth of Facebook users in the Philippines is still low in comparison to Friendster which has an estimated 13 million active users. Although it is growing noting that there were 489,420 users as of February 4 from 353,740 last November 27, 2008.
It's like planting a new crop for the next season. Like changing underwear in a society who just awakened to the constraints of having one undergarment.
And people here in this country think they are the first? Please. You're just second hand users.
Then there is this problem rising. That there are too many nonsense bugs now infiltrating Facebook. Don't they know that when Pinoys know something and think it's hip, they will clog the system with all crap?
Remember Friendster six years ago? Look at it now. It's a Filipino dump. Hala sige kahit walang pera basta maparami ang friends.
Now, it's still the same routine with Facebook. With the addition of petty addicting cute games that are designed for 5th graders.
But honestly, I prefer Facebook. Hey, I'm still Pinoy. I still have the "i-need-to-have-it-'coz-everyone-is-having-it". Besides. I always like to give comments-unsolicited or not./KP
No it's just another blimp in the every trendy lifestyle of the Pinoy and it's what the Americans invented called Facebook. Yes ladies and gentlemen it has been around and no it is not the sister network of the ever-Pinoy-popular Friendster (although their separation is only three degrees).
According to thedigitalfilipino.com, Philippines-based users yields around 611,000 to 612,000 logon everyday since March 1. Majority of that are women at 353,000. Majority of that are in the age group - 18 to 34 years old (around 260,000). Dominant are college students or yuppies at 18-24 years old (around 150,000++). The same age group dominates on the male segment as well. The growth of Facebook users in the Philippines is still low in comparison to Friendster which has an estimated 13 million active users. Although it is growing noting that there were 489,420 users as of February 4 from 353,740 last November 27, 2008.
It's like planting a new crop for the next season. Like changing underwear in a society who just awakened to the constraints of having one undergarment.
And people here in this country think they are the first? Please. You're just second hand users.
Then there is this problem rising. That there are too many nonsense bugs now infiltrating Facebook. Don't they know that when Pinoys know something and think it's hip, they will clog the system with all crap?
Remember Friendster six years ago? Look at it now. It's a Filipino dump. Hala sige kahit walang pera basta maparami ang friends.
Now, it's still the same routine with Facebook. With the addition of petty addicting cute games that are designed for 5th graders.
But honestly, I prefer Facebook. Hey, I'm still Pinoy. I still have the "i-need-to-have-it-'coz-everyone-is-having-it". Besides. I always like to give comments-unsolicited or not./KP
Friday, October 9
Nobelized
President-elect Barrack Obama of the United States of America is now a Nobel Peace Prize winner.
Isn't that a surprise.
I was expecting that he'd be one the moment he stepped inside the Oval Office. Though only more than ten months in office, the president of the US has already done something ridiculously absurd yet clear. He showed change in a monotonous society.
Obama was a start and embodiment of change, not just for America but for everyone in the globe who has heard the news over cable television.
Maybe Noynoy will be one too. A start and embodiment of change for our porn and facebook (last year it was friendster)-addict country.
Thursday, October 8
On being slapped
I hate pinoy drama. The reason is that most of them, no, all of them, include happy slapping scenes between two opposing fronts.
Yesterday was a peculiar day. Very peculiar. I was slapped in the face-metaphorically. Binastos.
So what happened?
Our chairperson (Joy), was handing out the Clearance Forms for this semester since it's almost finals. Then she explained that the clearances are to be signed and individually processed. Everyone looked at her. Then one brave soul asked, "Ngaman indi tingob? (Why not process it as a whole section?". Joy looked at me and waited for an answer.
Earlier I was the temporary chairperson for the second semester and I had a hard time processing the clearances since some did not pay their sanctions or have atrasos pa with the people who are in the signatories. And I said to her in one instance after the elections and she was elected, "Mag clearance sila ipa-process mo, para kabalo man sila kag di mag salig (When the clearances comes, let them process their own papers so that they will know how to and not just depend on you". I sis not know she would heed unsolicited very outspoken advice.
So I answered the one who asked in a plain metaphorical proverbial phrase- "Because it tends to breed Lazy Juans". A quote I culled from our guidelines at the publication. They just looked at me in disbelief. The few lines of the person who asked were a blurb in my head now and I can't remember it. Some of my classmates verbally complained. Blurry images. Blurry. All I can remember are their eyes.
Their eyes who look like they are going to roll like Clara's in Mara Clara. Sinister, tired, and very piercing. Like they are so tired of you yapping and telling things at their faces.
So to tell them why this solo flight operations are imposed, I want to speak again. However someone is speaking in front. I called the speaker's attention and the speaker ignores me. I called for the 3rd time I think the phrase "Excuse me." and everyone was looking at me waiting for me to speak or something. But the speaker who was calling out sanctions totally ignored me. Instead, the speaker elevates it's voice level almost half shouting just to drown my call to floor. It's not my habit not to speak if I am not acknowledged. So I waited. Then my chair tried to butt in but the speaker said, "Excuse me, I am not done." So our chairperson ebbed back and the speaker continues talking and when the list is done. The speaker gives me this quick but piercing look as if saying, "Sorry ka, I won't give you a chance to speak."
I was totally flushed. I wanted to regain composure but my classmates were already walking out the room even though the chairperson is talking. So I wasn't composed and I walked out of the room after the chairperson has spoken and not talking to anyone in particular, I said verbally- "Fine. You don't have ethics, okay. Bulls***."
Then I hear someone in the back say, "Go to hell." I don't need to look back, I know the voice and that statement very well. I hear that almost everyday for the past sixteen months.
Sorry for the cusswords but it's what I said in a fit. I was infuriated. I was slapped in the face for doing some simple explanation and clarification.
Then I analyzed, what happened. Why was I angry?
I was angry because I was unable to say something. I was angry because I was a wreck in front of my classmates. For me at that moment, my classmate just showed how an inappropriate individual acts like. I was trying to call his attention deliberately. Deliberately that everyone turned heads towards me. He could hear it, I know he could. Even our pretending-deaf classmate heard me that time. But he chose not to listen for my plea of the floor. He chose to ignore me.
Then again I asked, why was he angry with me?
Then it came back to the decision that we would process our clearances individually. Maybe they were against it. No, they were definitely against it. If we analyze the chairperson's decision, it was insanely sound. Very sound. I just wondered why they reacted that way. Was it the term "Lazy juans"?
When you look back in our section's history, and even our colleges', were are the sloths of all. We like to be spoon fed, we love to have it our way and we simply love to earn without working hard for it. We love to have a 1.0 grade for a professor who does not attend classes. Why? It's a no-sweat chance! We don't like to drop bullets of sweat and anyone who denies this fact is either a very industrious active student or either crazy.
But most of the people will say you are crazy if you don't see it this way.
I wonder if they saw the opposite side of the story and not only their side.
Their side: I won't have my vacation, huhu. I can't go home and relax.
Our side: So that they will have sense of work and sense of doing. So that they will learn how to process things. AND there is equality not slavery.
But they say, that is the job of the chairperson. Is there a written code that the chairperson has to process your clearance? The way I understand it, we INDIVIDUALLY need to be cleared of OUR INDIVIDUAL debts so that we INDIVIDUALLY enroll ourselves next semester. Does that mean that the chairperson will also enroll everyone else at the same time?
At hello, tao at estudyante rin po yung chairperson. Kailangan rin nang bakasyon. JUST LIKE YOU. Tapos sasabihin nyo lang LEARN TO SACRIFICE at ni kayo hindi maka balik nang school for just a 3-day span to SIGN YOUR OWN CLEARANCE FORM?
Open up your minds to more responsibilities. DO not chuck it all out to one person. Pag nagaganahan yung tao, babarahan nyo nang sandamakmak na gawain. Makatarungan ba yon?
Leaders are servants yes but not SLAVES.
To back up at the butt-talking incident, I said Excuse me. In any court and in any Parliamentary Procedure executed, you should acknowledge me. Even though you were in the middle of something. And if someone is talking in front, and if they are your leaders, respect them and don't walk out of the room until they are done talking even if they talk nonsense sometimes.
Ethics. Professionalism. Not sappy attitudes of ten-year-olds.
I then accounted some comments on the individual processing of clearances. Most of them stated self-implied and semi-selfish reasons, "Sem break mo, mapuli ko ya, malayo balay ko mo." (It's the semester break, I need to go home, my house is very far." This and that. Illogical. Very illogical.
I don't know about you but I think this way. I am entitled to the freedom of speech and free press in this blog. If you react violently, it simply means you are guilty of being the other party. As a Filipino proverb would say (plus some redefining by Fanny Serrano), "Bato-bato sa langit, ang tamaan, GUILTY!"
Yesterday was a peculiar day. Very peculiar. I was slapped in the face-metaphorically. Binastos.
So what happened?
Our chairperson (Joy), was handing out the Clearance Forms for this semester since it's almost finals. Then she explained that the clearances are to be signed and individually processed. Everyone looked at her. Then one brave soul asked, "Ngaman indi tingob? (Why not process it as a whole section?". Joy looked at me and waited for an answer.
Earlier I was the temporary chairperson for the second semester and I had a hard time processing the clearances since some did not pay their sanctions or have atrasos pa with the people who are in the signatories. And I said to her in one instance after the elections and she was elected, "Mag clearance sila ipa-process mo, para kabalo man sila kag di mag salig (When the clearances comes, let them process their own papers so that they will know how to and not just depend on you". I sis not know she would heed unsolicited very outspoken advice.
So I answered the one who asked in a plain metaphorical proverbial phrase- "Because it tends to breed Lazy Juans". A quote I culled from our guidelines at the publication. They just looked at me in disbelief. The few lines of the person who asked were a blurb in my head now and I can't remember it. Some of my classmates verbally complained. Blurry images. Blurry. All I can remember are their eyes.
Their eyes who look like they are going to roll like Clara's in Mara Clara. Sinister, tired, and very piercing. Like they are so tired of you yapping and telling things at their faces.
So to tell them why this solo flight operations are imposed, I want to speak again. However someone is speaking in front. I called the speaker's attention and the speaker ignores me. I called for the 3rd time I think the phrase "Excuse me." and everyone was looking at me waiting for me to speak or something. But the speaker who was calling out sanctions totally ignored me. Instead, the speaker elevates it's voice level almost half shouting just to drown my call to floor. It's not my habit not to speak if I am not acknowledged. So I waited. Then my chair tried to butt in but the speaker said, "Excuse me, I am not done." So our chairperson ebbed back and the speaker continues talking and when the list is done. The speaker gives me this quick but piercing look as if saying, "Sorry ka, I won't give you a chance to speak."
I was totally flushed. I wanted to regain composure but my classmates were already walking out the room even though the chairperson is talking. So I wasn't composed and I walked out of the room after the chairperson has spoken and not talking to anyone in particular, I said verbally- "Fine. You don't have ethics, okay. Bulls***."
Then I hear someone in the back say, "Go to hell." I don't need to look back, I know the voice and that statement very well. I hear that almost everyday for the past sixteen months.
Sorry for the cusswords but it's what I said in a fit. I was infuriated. I was slapped in the face for doing some simple explanation and clarification.
Then I analyzed, what happened. Why was I angry?
I was angry because I was unable to say something. I was angry because I was a wreck in front of my classmates. For me at that moment, my classmate just showed how an inappropriate individual acts like. I was trying to call his attention deliberately. Deliberately that everyone turned heads towards me. He could hear it, I know he could. Even our pretending-deaf classmate heard me that time. But he chose not to listen for my plea of the floor. He chose to ignore me.
Then again I asked, why was he angry with me?
Then it came back to the decision that we would process our clearances individually. Maybe they were against it. No, they were definitely against it. If we analyze the chairperson's decision, it was insanely sound. Very sound. I just wondered why they reacted that way. Was it the term "Lazy juans"?
When you look back in our section's history, and even our colleges', were are the sloths of all. We like to be spoon fed, we love to have it our way and we simply love to earn without working hard for it. We love to have a 1.0 grade for a professor who does not attend classes. Why? It's a no-sweat chance! We don't like to drop bullets of sweat and anyone who denies this fact is either a very industrious active student or either crazy.
But most of the people will say you are crazy if you don't see it this way.
I wonder if they saw the opposite side of the story and not only their side.
Their side: I won't have my vacation, huhu. I can't go home and relax.
Our side: So that they will have sense of work and sense of doing. So that they will learn how to process things. AND there is equality not slavery.
But they say, that is the job of the chairperson. Is there a written code that the chairperson has to process your clearance? The way I understand it, we INDIVIDUALLY need to be cleared of OUR INDIVIDUAL debts so that we INDIVIDUALLY enroll ourselves next semester. Does that mean that the chairperson will also enroll everyone else at the same time?
At hello, tao at estudyante rin po yung chairperson. Kailangan rin nang bakasyon. JUST LIKE YOU. Tapos sasabihin nyo lang LEARN TO SACRIFICE at ni kayo hindi maka balik nang school for just a 3-day span to SIGN YOUR OWN CLEARANCE FORM?
Open up your minds to more responsibilities. DO not chuck it all out to one person. Pag nagaganahan yung tao, babarahan nyo nang sandamakmak na gawain. Makatarungan ba yon?
Leaders are servants yes but not SLAVES.
To back up at the butt-talking incident, I said Excuse me. In any court and in any Parliamentary Procedure executed, you should acknowledge me. Even though you were in the middle of something. And if someone is talking in front, and if they are your leaders, respect them and don't walk out of the room until they are done talking even if they talk nonsense sometimes.
Ethics. Professionalism. Not sappy attitudes of ten-year-olds.
I then accounted some comments on the individual processing of clearances. Most of them stated self-implied and semi-selfish reasons, "Sem break mo, mapuli ko ya, malayo balay ko mo." (It's the semester break, I need to go home, my house is very far." This and that. Illogical. Very illogical.
I don't know about you but I think this way. I am entitled to the freedom of speech and free press in this blog. If you react violently, it simply means you are guilty of being the other party. As a Filipino proverb would say (plus some redefining by Fanny Serrano), "Bato-bato sa langit, ang tamaan, GUILTY!"
Why I won't enter public office
I'll only have one reason and that is because the benefits are cheap, uneven and the agency who holds it is the number two most corrupt agency in the government.
GSIS is the queen of corruption (BOC is the king).
When I saw the news about the Ondoy victims who needed a loan and could not be granted, I was furious. I remember the time when Nanay was denied of one because she has still a loan she needs to pay up. The thing is, the loan is a ghost loan. Nanay did not want to loan for a house.
So why is the GSIS expelling and not entertaining loan people?
I have my theories:
1. They don't have enough COH (cash on hand).
2. The summation of accounts are blindingly inaccurate.
3. The officials are just lazy to do fast rapid typing and counting.
4. They are already secretly bankrupt.
5. They are just stupid ignorant people who only look to their needs and not their clientele.
Libel all you want but this is what the people think about you. You are Garcia's evil army. You make old women take flights of stairs just to deny their money.
You are mean. Much mean than me.
GSIS is the queen of corruption (BOC is the king).
When I saw the news about the Ondoy victims who needed a loan and could not be granted, I was furious. I remember the time when Nanay was denied of one because she has still a loan she needs to pay up. The thing is, the loan is a ghost loan. Nanay did not want to loan for a house.
So why is the GSIS expelling and not entertaining loan people?
I have my theories:
1. They don't have enough COH (cash on hand).
2. The summation of accounts are blindingly inaccurate.
3. The officials are just lazy to do fast rapid typing and counting.
4. They are already secretly bankrupt.
5. They are just stupid ignorant people who only look to their needs and not their clientele.
Libel all you want but this is what the people think about you. You are Garcia's evil army. You make old women take flights of stairs just to deny their money.
You are mean. Much mean than me.
Being intoxicated
I don't know why I am yapping about the movie. It's somewhat poor in execution and the language barrier makes you scoff. But the actors are stupendous. That's why it's Yanggaw, the actors made it alive and bloodthirsty as hell.
Yanggaw tells the story of a family whose daughter has been ill after working in a place called Alegra (sounds like somewhere in the Pyrenees). After returning home and after quacks and doctors pry the girl, to no avail she has been transformed into somewhat a sexy human-eating being.
This Gawad-Urian stellar is somewhat like all the indie films we see set in the real farmvilles of society, what comes into play is the actors who are hand pciked to produce a simple yet highly intoxicating movie which I had watched three times in a row.
Ronnie Lazaro who plays the father is the center of the story. Not his sexy aswang of a daughter. The movie shows how a father loves his daughter so much that he is beckoned to do everything to protect her. So cheesy.
But setting the baked mac aside, we can see how the character is given depth. However, if the father's character is given much attention, the others are left to do the being. I could not understand the character of Amor (the aswang) as I watch the movie and see her transform there is this message flashing in my head that say's "Need more information please!". Nor the character of the wife, what is she a narcotic?
I must say that Tetchie tries her best to speak the language but it sometimes come to a point that you almost hear her faltering back to Filipino. But for the effort, I praise her.
Joel Torre comes in, and though one and for some the only ringing name in the movie, and only does teasing. He scares, he taunts and then he dies. Wait, before taunting he plays volleyball.
The movie projects the demand for low cost quality films. And Yanggaw is a thumbs up for this one. But please, next time remove the fog before proceeding. Saan nilawayan si Amor? Tell ME!/KP
Yanggaw tells the story of a family whose daughter has been ill after working in a place called Alegra (sounds like somewhere in the Pyrenees). After returning home and after quacks and doctors pry the girl, to no avail she has been transformed into somewhat a sexy human-eating being.
This Gawad-Urian stellar is somewhat like all the indie films we see set in the real farmvilles of society, what comes into play is the actors who are hand pciked to produce a simple yet highly intoxicating movie which I had watched three times in a row.
Ronnie Lazaro who plays the father is the center of the story. Not his sexy aswang of a daughter. The movie shows how a father loves his daughter so much that he is beckoned to do everything to protect her. So cheesy.
But setting the baked mac aside, we can see how the character is given depth. However, if the father's character is given much attention, the others are left to do the being. I could not understand the character of Amor (the aswang) as I watch the movie and see her transform there is this message flashing in my head that say's "Need more information please!". Nor the character of the wife, what is she a narcotic?
I must say that Tetchie tries her best to speak the language but it sometimes come to a point that you almost hear her faltering back to Filipino. But for the effort, I praise her.
Joel Torre comes in, and though one and for some the only ringing name in the movie, and only does teasing. He scares, he taunts and then he dies. Wait, before taunting he plays volleyball.
The movie projects the demand for low cost quality films. And Yanggaw is a thumbs up for this one. But please, next time remove the fog before proceeding. Saan nilawayan si Amor? Tell ME!/KP
Tuesday, October 6
When dragging a troll
I can't imagine Harry do one but its really what I am feeling right now. Dragging incompetent trolls. My co-majors. Here we are in a cafe working for a project in Asian Studies and they look that they have no idea what they are doing. Some know, others-dead air.
I just hope that we could finish it in time for the deadline. I am grateful that I could easily adapt to the communal cafe life, it's still unbearable for me to remember my loss.
I just hope that some of my classmates knock their heads and realize that it is their futre they are working on. As for me I always and will always say this, I hate incompetent trolls who like to play Drag me to Hell./KP
I just hope that we could finish it in time for the deadline. I am grateful that I could easily adapt to the communal cafe life, it's still unbearable for me to remember my loss.
I just hope that some of my classmates knock their heads and realize that it is their futre they are working on. As for me I always and will always say this, I hate incompetent trolls who like to play Drag me to Hell./KP
Monday, October 5
Something less tragic
Yes I have lost everything; too make an exaggeration and to make it more interesting. I know it's too late yet I will try to convince you to read these:
Animal Farm by George Orwell
The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai
Animal Farm by George Orwell
The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai
Peksman Nagsisinungaling Ako by Eros Atalia
Bumasa at mag-enjoy. It is not the end. Yet./KP
Saying Goodbye, Okay, and Sorry
It is true to the phrase that saying goodbye is very hard. I never had the chance to say so. The moment was stolen from me. I let them steal it. I opened my arms and welcomed them with a very big smile on my face. I was stupid and very very dumb.
(For those who did not know, my laptop was stolen inside the school premises, 1 October 2009 at around 7:40 to 8 in the evening.)
Yes it is my fault and I could not blame anybody else. It was a careless decision to leave such valuable thing unattened. but as trusting and as haggard as I am that time, I did not let my mind work. I let it overrun and miss look everything that should be taken care of. In short, I was a total dudderhead.
As I sit here in an internet shop (can you imagine that i am here???) I still could feel and see my beloved laptop infront of me with Aizyl's Tattoo on its left side blinking with the beautiful color of blue. I need a handkerchief right now.
Call it cheesy or tag me as a sentimental dopehead, but I really regret that I did not use my worldly knowledge that night. I feel so stupid even if I just recall that moment. Could someone hack me with a pick axe?
I am still not "over" with the loss. I halluciante. Yes I do. For three straight days, my mind wonders off where the laptop has gone into. I think I am going nuts. But it's just a comment, you can attest to that fact if it's true or not. It's like I am drugged (not like I had ever been one). Or maybe my imagination has just gone too far.
The big scary moment was when I had to tell my parents. Its been what, ten months (give or take a day or two) since tatay bought it for me. And I was scared of my witts trying to imagine what my father would do to me if he would get the news. I was not afraid that I had lost the laptop. I was afraid that I would disappoint him. But it's too late, I already went kaploey.
Disappointment is my worst enemy and my father makes it in human form. It's very painful to see your father cry ladies and gentlemen, very painful indeed for he is holding himself calm of what he intends to do. He holds himself of by crying to stop his impulse of punching me in the face and practicing my gag reflex. It is very painful to see that's why I cried. I couldn't even utter the words "Sorry" for I know that would only break his heart more. I was the living disappointment.
So this is me, writing something that is totally and utterly stupid for the things that I had stupidly done.
I say thank you.
To Nanay, Tatay (especially Tatay) and Ging.
To my classmates who are in logic primary suspects but also victims of false criminal interpretation who said sorry even though they made no mistake.
To my SILAK buddies who supported and understood the situation and analyzed it for me when my brain was not working properly.
To my co-borders and Eleros (uy, promotion) who comforted my blank expression when I got home Thursday evening.
Sa lahat. Salamat.
By the way, for the first time, nag kuha ako ng quote sa FB, at timing, eto sabi niya.
Losing everything is at the same time the scariest, as well as the most libe...rating experience you can have. When you have something, - anything, you've got to protect it from disappearing. And so worry becomes a resident in your heart. When you've got nothing, your heart overflows with gratitude for every offering you receive.
Thank you. Bumalik trust ko sa you JC.
(For those who did not know, my laptop was stolen inside the school premises, 1 October 2009 at around 7:40 to 8 in the evening.)
Yes it is my fault and I could not blame anybody else. It was a careless decision to leave such valuable thing unattened. but as trusting and as haggard as I am that time, I did not let my mind work. I let it overrun and miss look everything that should be taken care of. In short, I was a total dudderhead.
As I sit here in an internet shop (can you imagine that i am here???) I still could feel and see my beloved laptop infront of me with Aizyl's Tattoo on its left side blinking with the beautiful color of blue. I need a handkerchief right now.
Call it cheesy or tag me as a sentimental dopehead, but I really regret that I did not use my worldly knowledge that night. I feel so stupid even if I just recall that moment. Could someone hack me with a pick axe?
I am still not "over" with the loss. I halluciante. Yes I do. For three straight days, my mind wonders off where the laptop has gone into. I think I am going nuts. But it's just a comment, you can attest to that fact if it's true or not. It's like I am drugged (not like I had ever been one). Or maybe my imagination has just gone too far.
The big scary moment was when I had to tell my parents. Its been what, ten months (give or take a day or two) since tatay bought it for me. And I was scared of my witts trying to imagine what my father would do to me if he would get the news. I was not afraid that I had lost the laptop. I was afraid that I would disappoint him. But it's too late, I already went kaploey.
Disappointment is my worst enemy and my father makes it in human form. It's very painful to see your father cry ladies and gentlemen, very painful indeed for he is holding himself calm of what he intends to do. He holds himself of by crying to stop his impulse of punching me in the face and practicing my gag reflex. It is very painful to see that's why I cried. I couldn't even utter the words "Sorry" for I know that would only break his heart more. I was the living disappointment.
So this is me, writing something that is totally and utterly stupid for the things that I had stupidly done.
I say thank you.
To Nanay, Tatay (especially Tatay) and Ging.
To my classmates who are in logic primary suspects but also victims of false criminal interpretation who said sorry even though they made no mistake.
To my SILAK buddies who supported and understood the situation and analyzed it for me when my brain was not working properly.
To my co-borders and Eleros (uy, promotion) who comforted my blank expression when I got home Thursday evening.
Sa lahat. Salamat.
By the way, for the first time, nag kuha ako ng quote sa FB, at timing, eto sabi niya.
Losing everything is at the same time the scariest, as well as the most libe...rating experience you can have. When you have something, - anything, you've got to protect it from disappearing. And so worry becomes a resident in your heart. When you've got nothing, your heart overflows with gratitude for every offering you receive.
Thank you. Bumalik trust ko sa you JC.
Wednesday, September 30
Where were you when Ondoy came?
Just this recent week, Ondoy landed in the Philippines. Along came floods in the metropolitan areas of Manila that swept away everything with it; including the kitchen sink. And I was surprised just this moment since I saw a picture of Hon. Mikey Arroyo circulating in a community site.
Hon. Arroyo is crouching on the floor. Apparently inside a liquor store. What bothered me greatly is the description of the picture. He was inside a liquor bar (apparently check out the merchandise) during the peak of Ondoy's wrath at the Metro.
Then came another issue after the picture circulated the web; the regulation of the community site where the picture was circulated. Honestly, I don't give a sh*t to what Mikey does in his private life. Nor to what brand of champagne he drinks.
So what if he is looking at the merchandise? Maybe he needs to have some sort of posh drink while he looks at the people frantically screaming around him.
So what if he's in a liquor store? Maybe he needs something to warm himself up for the cold weather when some families in Rizal are freezing cold in their rooftops.
So what if he wasn't helping? He has one thing that we don;t have ladies and gentlemen and that is SEAT OF POWER and the right to do whatever he pleases.
Plus he has lots and lots of cash.
So why are people disturbed about this? Because Mickey himself is also disturbed. He is disturbed that his private life is now being transparent. Remeber, politics in the Philippines is not about transparency, it is how to get things done. The picture depicts his actions in a very comprehensibly wrong time. If he was photographed during December people won't give a care. But this is Ondoy we are talking about. Ondoy.
When 6 months of rainfall fell in a day.
When state of emergency was in over 20 provinces.
Then I asked myself, where are those budding politicians? Are they also inside a wine house that time? Are they relaxing in a spa? Or sleeping soundly in their posh, first-class villages free of mud and waist-high water?
We cannot blame the politicians about the weather, but sadly they are the ones who should help the people in the immediate time possible. if I were Mickey, I'd give free Monet that time to save myself from scandals. And I would not sue or find a way to cover up (by limiting or guarding community sites, remember, they have rights too)what was seen in the photograph. I'd stand up, smile at the camera and say "Dadalhin ko to sa Pampanga mamaya para mainitan ang mga tao dun."/KP
*thank you Rep. Palatino sa ginawa mo sa kanya.
Hon. Arroyo is crouching on the floor. Apparently inside a liquor store. What bothered me greatly is the description of the picture. He was inside a liquor bar (apparently check out the merchandise) during the peak of Ondoy's wrath at the Metro.
Then came another issue after the picture circulated the web; the regulation of the community site where the picture was circulated. Honestly, I don't give a sh*t to what Mikey does in his private life. Nor to what brand of champagne he drinks.
So what if he is looking at the merchandise? Maybe he needs to have some sort of posh drink while he looks at the people frantically screaming around him.
So what if he's in a liquor store? Maybe he needs something to warm himself up for the cold weather when some families in Rizal are freezing cold in their rooftops.
So what if he wasn't helping? He has one thing that we don;t have ladies and gentlemen and that is SEAT OF POWER and the right to do whatever he pleases.
Plus he has lots and lots of cash.
So why are people disturbed about this? Because Mickey himself is also disturbed. He is disturbed that his private life is now being transparent. Remeber, politics in the Philippines is not about transparency, it is how to get things done. The picture depicts his actions in a very comprehensibly wrong time. If he was photographed during December people won't give a care. But this is Ondoy we are talking about. Ondoy.
When 6 months of rainfall fell in a day.
When state of emergency was in over 20 provinces.
Then I asked myself, where are those budding politicians? Are they also inside a wine house that time? Are they relaxing in a spa? Or sleeping soundly in their posh, first-class villages free of mud and waist-high water?
We cannot blame the politicians about the weather, but sadly they are the ones who should help the people in the immediate time possible. if I were Mickey, I'd give free Monet that time to save myself from scandals. And I would not sue or find a way to cover up (by limiting or guarding community sites, remember, they have rights too)what was seen in the photograph. I'd stand up, smile at the camera and say "Dadalhin ko to sa Pampanga mamaya para mainitan ang mga tao dun."/KP
*thank you Rep. Palatino sa ginawa mo sa kanya.
Saturday, September 19
Guilt
To All Those Concerned on the issue in the university: you can show ur opposition through diff. ways i.e. Ribbon wearing, banner hanging, wearing blackshirts, etc.. you may also join the students' assembly on sept.21,9.30 am in front of the school.. Pls. pass. Maging makabuluhan sa ating paaralan.
That was the message that I received yesterday morning.
And I am currently pondering upon wether I would join on monday or not.
It's my intuition vs. my tuition.
Im still on the vs.. No sides taken, I will remain neutral muna.
That was the message that I received yesterday morning.
And I am currently pondering upon wether I would join on monday or not.
It's my intuition vs. my tuition.
Im still on the vs.. No sides taken, I will remain neutral muna.
Wednesday, September 16
Why now I know that Noynoy would win in 2010
Sympathy.
Hope-giver.
Those are the best things that Noynoy has. The former being what the people feel for him, the latter being what the people see in him.
Yes I know he would win and give me a kickin the ass for saying that he would not win before.
But the tides may change as it always has, who knows?
The standard bearer of the administration is nobody if you haven't googled him. And I am positive that people voting from far-flung barangays do not know him unless they have wi-fi.
Que sera sera./KP
Hope-giver.
Those are the best things that Noynoy has. The former being what the people feel for him, the latter being what the people see in him.
Yes I know he would win and give me a kickin the ass for saying that he would not win before.
But the tides may change as it always has, who knows?
The standard bearer of the administration is nobody if you haven't googled him. And I am positive that people voting from far-flung barangays do not know him unless they have wi-fi.
Que sera sera./KP
Friday, September 11
Why I know Nonoy would not be President
Okay, this is a total affirmation that Sen. Nonoy Aquino would not be president of out country. And neither will Mar Roxas, or any Quezon, or any Osmeña or Imee Marcos for that matter.
Yes it is hard for us Filipinos to leave the past of our country to rest. We haunt past issues and past events, not the other way around. We cannot let go of this 'illusion' umbilical cord that is holding and clamping us to our present almost-deceased state of existence.
This is the predicament of Sen Noynoy, ladies and gentlemen. Although the former president is now one with the earth, we cannot leave the issue out that her son would continue to uphold the democracy that some die for. I am not saying that Noynoy is not a good person, neither will be a good president rather, I am what I am trying to say is that Cory and Noynoy and Benigno are yes related, but not the same person.
Yes we see him as the democrat the next leader of this country, the next hero, just like his father, his mother, his brother-in-law (for some basketball fanatics out there). But the fact is that Noynoy has not created a prototype of his own. We see him as 'alike' not a 'a'.
We see that he is like his father who is vocal and unafraid. We see him as his mother who upholds the democratic process. We see him as a showbiz personality just like Kris.
The likeness as an image of Noynoy is primarily not a good characteristic of a futre president. Surely we need someone who has established himself or herself outside society's definition of the company he or she keeps or the family he or she has.
Another thing is that what has Noynoy achieved? I rarely had not read anything about his works that are ginormously significant to the populace. The only fact I know and most of us know that he is Noynoy, son of Benigno, Cory, and brother to Kris, Viel and others. I believe that a future president of a country must serve dutifully and implement something that is visible, not only in his areas but in other parts of the nation as well.
Third, this would be a political dynasty, just like the current administration.
Fourth, they poeple who would ever vote him would not feel trust, they would just say, sige, he has a good background.
Point to clear ladies and gentlemen, I am not influencing, yes i am sadly, you to not vote him but i am not against him. I just do not want him to be president YET. Kung baga, pana-panahon lang. At kung sa mga mangga pa, hindi pa sya hinog.
Noynoy is a president in the making, but he should not be for sale on 2010
Yes it is hard for us Filipinos to leave the past of our country to rest. We haunt past issues and past events, not the other way around. We cannot let go of this 'illusion' umbilical cord that is holding and clamping us to our present almost-deceased state of existence.
This is the predicament of Sen Noynoy, ladies and gentlemen. Although the former president is now one with the earth, we cannot leave the issue out that her son would continue to uphold the democracy that some die for. I am not saying that Noynoy is not a good person, neither will be a good president rather, I am what I am trying to say is that Cory and Noynoy and Benigno are yes related, but not the same person.
Yes we see him as the democrat the next leader of this country, the next hero, just like his father, his mother, his brother-in-law (for some basketball fanatics out there). But the fact is that Noynoy has not created a prototype of his own. We see him as 'alike' not a 'a'.
We see that he is like his father who is vocal and unafraid. We see him as his mother who upholds the democratic process. We see him as a showbiz personality just like Kris.
The likeness as an image of Noynoy is primarily not a good characteristic of a futre president. Surely we need someone who has established himself or herself outside society's definition of the company he or she keeps or the family he or she has.
Another thing is that what has Noynoy achieved? I rarely had not read anything about his works that are ginormously significant to the populace. The only fact I know and most of us know that he is Noynoy, son of Benigno, Cory, and brother to Kris, Viel and others. I believe that a future president of a country must serve dutifully and implement something that is visible, not only in his areas but in other parts of the nation as well.
Third, this would be a political dynasty, just like the current administration.
Fourth, they poeple who would ever vote him would not feel trust, they would just say, sige, he has a good background.
Point to clear ladies and gentlemen, I am not influencing, yes i am sadly, you to not vote him but i am not against him. I just do not want him to be president YET. Kung baga, pana-panahon lang. At kung sa mga mangga pa, hindi pa sya hinog.
Noynoy is a president in the making, but he should not be for sale on 2010
Friday, August 28
Slipper people
I may not have the dog tag. But I am an advocate.
An advocacy is something you believe in. It is not a trend. And that’s why I hate people who make the ‘life and love’ of some to a mere joke.
When I went home to Sigma, I lost count of how many fake dog tags of my advocay group, "AKO Mismo" I encountered on the road. Even vendors wear them. So jittery that I asked one girl I just crossed-way with in a shopping mart at Roxas if she is also a fellow advocate. She just smiled as if hiding something.
No ‘Yes’, no ‘No’.
When I asked about how she is going to help, and what NGO sponsor did she want to work for if given a chance, she just bowed her head and left with the lame excuse of an appointment at a funeral parlor.
That’s what some of the Filipinos think. That everything is a trend. If you wear boots, because you think it’s too sunny for your legs, some will think it is a trend. If you change your hairstyle with ‘bangs’ because you are hiding your harry-potter-like scar in your forehead, they will think it’s a trend. If you want to be unique, your neighbor will think it is a trend.
Uniqueness is somewhat misshapen and misunderstood by some people in our country and in our province.
I really do not know what the thing about Havaianas is. No pun intended on the brand but why all the fuss? It’s just a slipper brand. You say it’s from Brazil, so what? You can’t pay your project debts, you can’t even pay for photocopies of hand-outs and you have money to buy a pair of slippers worth a thousand pesos. That’s the bad trait of SOME Ilonggos. Some think it’s all about coolness, some think it’s all about being ‘IN’. Some thinks crap.
That’s why I have pledge myself that I will never buy that brand of slipper. It pointless. See I am already picturing the prospect of buying one, “How much?” “Where, SM?” God that is so stupid. Why the fuss. Why?
Why not spend those thousand pesos in a good book? In a portfolio investment? In a worthy donation for the less fortunate? In a school project? On alleviating your own hunger? (I know one girl who does not eat just to save up for Havaianas).
Hey, why did the topic went from dog tags to Havaianas?
I don’t know, maybe because they are really closely associated. When you have an advocacy and when some people see it, they think its “cool” and they follow the suit, not minding the true meaning of advocacy.
An advocacy is living for what you think is right. Not for what you think is cool so stop it./KP
*Note, if you really like to, be an advocate not a wrong doing faker.
Wednesday, August 19
The power of a teacher slash professor slash power tripper
If you are superman and you enter a classroom, you are now transformed into a commoner; the thing you are most dreading of. And surprise, surprise, you cranky Jan Di (in the case of people like me who don't watch Boys Over Flowers, she's the girl protagonist) look a like teacher has now all your powers and is using it's extent to your sullen, unfortunate classmates. Bwahaha, she's laughing at the person nearest to her desk.
She has these glowing eyes. No, glowing hair because that's the first thing you only see. The next thing is that your attention moves from her hair to her very droopy eyes. That one stare from those pair of eyes, you, enough about her face, lets go to the wondrous way she teaches us.
She power trips, yes.
At one time (in a random instance) most of my female classmates were outside the room, some in the restroom, others doing errands of sorts, few were absent. Then she comes to the room and asks where they are, answering the truth that they went somewhere and shall return soon, she said, "That's not an excuse."
She marked them late and absent.
She did it because she had power. Power tripping. And when my classmates returned, she never said a thing about it. Talk about being unfair. The students should be able to explain fully well did they if she had asked yet she did not. She just power tripped. If ever she did mention what she has done to my classmates to the oppressed, they have the right to fully explain themselves and justify what should be done to them.
But it never happened, she just used her authority in a very, very, very (too much very is for emphasis) wrong manner./KP
She has these glowing eyes. No, glowing hair because that's the first thing you only see. The next thing is that your attention moves from her hair to her very droopy eyes. That one stare from those pair of eyes, you, enough about her face, lets go to the wondrous way she teaches us.
She power trips, yes.
At one time (in a random instance) most of my female classmates were outside the room, some in the restroom, others doing errands of sorts, few were absent. Then she comes to the room and asks where they are, answering the truth that they went somewhere and shall return soon, she said, "That's not an excuse."
She marked them late and absent.
She did it because she had power. Power tripping. And when my classmates returned, she never said a thing about it. Talk about being unfair. The students should be able to explain fully well did they if she had asked yet she did not. She just power tripped. If ever she did mention what she has done to my classmates to the oppressed, they have the right to fully explain themselves and justify what should be done to them.
But it never happened, she just used her authority in a very, very, very (too much very is for emphasis) wrong manner./KP
Saturday, August 15
I am.
I really do not know what I would feel or how I would react.
I just discovered that my uncle has been dead for five days now.
As an immediate member of his family, since he is my uncle, I should be crying hysterically or be in melancholia. But I am not. I am currently watching television and waiting for my phone to be fully charged. Sad? Not. Depressed? No. And I don't know why I feel this way. In fact, I am glad that he died.
Now don't give me that you-are-an-ungrateful-piece-of-gene look. You don't know half of him. I don't know half of him. But I will try to.
The only memory of my uncle that lingers in my head is his voice. His raspy, toneless, almost soundless voice. I remember that you have to force open your ear canal to make the mouth movements make sense. I remember that you have to hold your breath while listening up close to him because his breath smelled like nicotine. I remember his few teeth, sparsely spaced between his gum. I remember his gray hair unkempt and tousled, his ragged clothes. His children who sink in the dark whenever we come and visit. I remember their house, the creaky old hut that grandma wants to live into, I remember the hard pump they are using. The one that you need to sweat bullets to get a bucket of water. I remember him stooping across the yard to greet us when we visit. I remember him lending food and cigarettes from the nearby store. I remember him planting orchids. I remember him eating gruel. I remember his wrinkled face. I I remember him coughing, I remember him crying when grandma was dead. I remembered him looking devastated that his son committed a crime. I remember him.
He was suffering from cigarette addiction. Narcoticism if it was an ideology. He was a chain smoker. He'd rather smoke than eat. He'd rather smoke that clean his rickety house. He'd rather smoke that find a living. He'd rather smoke than fix his life.
And now that smoking succumbed what was needed to be fixed, he'd rather let go than fight. For a person who knows the effects of a life in smoke, I pity him. But as a relative, I agree that he had let go. At least for now, he can rest somewhere that does not sell cigarettes.
I just discovered that my uncle has been dead for five days now.
As an immediate member of his family, since he is my uncle, I should be crying hysterically or be in melancholia. But I am not. I am currently watching television and waiting for my phone to be fully charged. Sad? Not. Depressed? No. And I don't know why I feel this way. In fact, I am glad that he died.
Now don't give me that you-are-an-ungrateful-piece-of-gene look. You don't know half of him. I don't know half of him. But I will try to.
The only memory of my uncle that lingers in my head is his voice. His raspy, toneless, almost soundless voice. I remember that you have to force open your ear canal to make the mouth movements make sense. I remember that you have to hold your breath while listening up close to him because his breath smelled like nicotine. I remember his few teeth, sparsely spaced between his gum. I remember his gray hair unkempt and tousled, his ragged clothes. His children who sink in the dark whenever we come and visit. I remember their house, the creaky old hut that grandma wants to live into, I remember the hard pump they are using. The one that you need to sweat bullets to get a bucket of water. I remember him stooping across the yard to greet us when we visit. I remember him lending food and cigarettes from the nearby store. I remember him planting orchids. I remember him eating gruel. I remember his wrinkled face. I I remember him coughing, I remember him crying when grandma was dead. I remembered him looking devastated that his son committed a crime. I remember him.
He was suffering from cigarette addiction. Narcoticism if it was an ideology. He was a chain smoker. He'd rather smoke than eat. He'd rather smoke that clean his rickety house. He'd rather smoke that find a living. He'd rather smoke than fix his life.
And now that smoking succumbed what was needed to be fixed, he'd rather let go than fight. For a person who knows the effects of a life in smoke, I pity him. But as a relative, I agree that he had let go. At least for now, he can rest somewhere that does not sell cigarettes.
Thursday, August 13
Standing on tiptoe for somebody else
Some would argue that the world is unfair.
For me, the world is not unfair; the people in this world are the ones who are.
Imagine yourself on your midterm exam week.
You woke up 7:35, your exam started at 7:30. You are late, you run, you panic, you forget to brush you teeth in order to catch and exam. You come inside the classroom, saying a hasty ‘good morning’ to the proctor and get the exam sheets from the table and sit at the nearest chair from where you are standing. You search for your bag (that is still full of notes from yesterday’s exam) for a ball point pen and could not find one. In your incessant attitude, you ask for a pen from your seatmate, she has no extra so you have no choice but to borrow one from the proctor.
As you move back to your seat, you see that the examination is semi-hard for your level of difficulty. You happily answer the exam and gladly finished it.
Imagine yourself the week after.
You are checking your test papers (which you shouldn’t because of the risk of tampering) when all of a sudden you see that other papers answered in a different manner, instead of writing letters, they wrote numbers. You read again the written instruction on the test paper; WRITE LETTERS TO CORRESPOND THE CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER. Then your teacher announces that the correct procedure for answering that part of the test is by writing numbers as oriented and orally instructed before the exam.
You have that look of disbelief printed on your face. You wrote letters.
Then one of your classmates asks: “Ma’am kung nag answer sila bi it letters?”(What if they answered letters ma’am?)
That is surely your paper.
Then your professor would say: “Sala na. Wala sila ga pamati paghatag ko instructions pag exam kag.” (Mark it wrong, they were not listening when I gave the on-site instructions).
You argue and say, “Ma’am, amu man ni ang instruction sa papel, gin sunod lang namun.” (We just followed the instruction on the exam questionnaire, Ma’am). She then says: “Muna kay late kamo kag wala ga pamangkot.” (That’s what you get when you are late and not asking).
No, that did not happen to me, but unfortunately some of my classmates were victims of this scenario. Yes it did happen. And it is true.
If I were one of the victims of this scene, I would gladly put up my banner of rights in front of that professor. I was also standing on tiptoe when I heard the ‘verdict’ of the unappealing judge that day. That was totally unfair.
I was speaking out, what f they are late ma’am and they did not hear the instructions? What happens to them?
She ignores me completely.
I was infuriated myself that a very narrow thing hampered my classmates’ score. Quoting on one classmate, “Biskan diin mo pa ni nga korte dal-un, sala gid ni siya ang gin ubra nya ya.” (What she (the professor) did was wrong, no matter what court you go to).
Why do I think it’s unfair?
First, if you think of it logically, the students followed what was on the test questionnaire, they had followed instructions correctly in the examinations’ policy. As it is presumed that instruction is part of the test, it should be also presumed that what given instruction is printed on the questionnaire is THE instruction.
Second, as a proctor, you should clarify or re-iterate if there are corrections on the exam. This only not includes before the exam but for those who also did not hear it because they were delayed. It is the right of the student to know the changed instructions; the proctor should be responsible enough to tell them so. Late or not late, it is the job of the proctor to tell the students if there had been a change in the exam.
Third as a teacher, you should analyze the situation and not be as critically narrow in making decisions, porque na late sya sa exam mo, wala na dasun pag-asa? If the teacher-proctor detests people who are always late, then he/she should consider them as clients, they are the customers, kahit na late ay kailangan i-entertain o pag-ukulan ng pansin.Though some of them were poorly answering that part of the test, some are doing well, but did not follow her instructions.
Fourth, as the student-client type of relationship should be presumably known by institutions, the students should be part of the decision about the NFI’s (Not following instructions). The students, especially the NFI’s are obliged to defend themselves and reason out why their answers are like that. You say that instructions are part of the test right? However, just like what I had said, they did follow the printed instructions. Verbal, they did not. How could they follow it, if they did not hear it?
The people in this world are not fair./KP
*our proctor is in the person of our subject professor also.
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