Even if I'm back in my country and doing all the stuff I normally do, the memories of my very short trip to the US still linger. I have developed this affection for San Franciso and everything else beautiful in America. I managed to have another trip to the Golden Gate before finally going back home. My aunt took a picture of me and my cousin and I'm glad it turned out good.
I just miss the
Tipik sa hugpong sa mga balak nga nakasakmit sa Unang Ganti sa Gawad Komisyon 2006 nga gipahigayon sa Komisyon sa Wikang Filipino.
Dili tugkan og bunga’g singot, dili manimahong adlaw ang mga wala’y buot— nagkayungit hingos sa ilang sip-on, mga mata nagliraw—sulod sa Time Zone. Dinhi daw nanghagit ang nagkayuring ug makalipong nga lasang sa laylay nga de-kuryente, nagtiaw sa kakahoyan nga kanhi naglanog-lanog sa lunhaw ug ihalas nga hagwa, naghaguros sa katingalahan diin wala’y limbong ang landong kaniadto. Daw wa’y kahumanan ang panahon samtang wala’y katapusan ang wanang atul sa pagpanikop og mga lukton ug alindahaw, sa pagsyagit og syatong ug lumbaanay hangtod gilugwayan ang lagaak sa lumpayat lahos sa kilumkilom. Ug dayon ang buwan gawaldas sa iyang dan-ag dungan sa among tago-tago, tubig-tubig, tagna-tagna ug tuhik-tuhik sa mga sugilanon nga bugnaw sa tingkoy. Ningkisaw ang kalibunan, nanurok og mga aninipot. Ilang nasimhot— sa pagsubang sa among kahinanok nga nipapas sa mga pangos ug hangos— ang kabugnaw sa among singot.
Tipik sa hugpong sa mga balak nga nakasakmit sa Unang Ganti sa Gawad Komisyon 2006 nga gipahigayon sa Komisyon sa Wikang Filipino.
Dili tugkan og bunga’g singot, dili manimahong adlaw ang mga wala’y buot— nagkayungit hingos sa ilang sip-on, mga mata nagliraw—sulod sa Time Zone. Dinhi daw nanghagit ang nagkayuring ug makalipong nga lasang sa laylay nga de-kuryente, nagtiaw sa kakahoyan nga kanhi naglanog-lanog sa lunhaw ug ihalas nga hagwa, naghaguros sa katingalahan diin wala’y limbong ang landong kaniadto. Daw wa’y kahumanan ang panahon samtang wala’y katapusan ang wanang atul sa pagpanikop og mga lukton ug alindahaw, sa pagsyagit og syatong ug lumbaanay hangtod gilugwayan ang lagaak sa lumpayat lahos sa kilumkilom. Ug dayon ang buwan gawaldas sa iyang dan-ag dungan sa among tago-tago, tubig-tubig, tagna-tagna ug tuhik-tuhik sa mga sugilanon nga bugnaw sa tingkoy. Ningkisaw ang kalibunan, nanurok og mga aninipot. Ilang nasimhot— sa pagsubang sa among kahinanok nga nipapas sa mga pangos ug hangos— ang kabugnaw sa among singot.
Do you think you can manipulate me because I'm so neutral and I'm so naive?
Do you think I'm so innocent... that you have to buy me a drink so you can kiss me?
Thanks for that! I know now what some man wants... they are so shallow that they can just have me for a drink. Well sorry to say this.... I was drunk and I forgot what we did!
Do you think you can manipulate me because I'm so neutral and I'm so naive?
Do you think I'm so innocent... that you have to buy me a drink so you can kiss me?
Thanks for that! I know now what some man wants... they are so shallow that they can just have me for a drink. Well sorry to say this.... I was drunk and I forgot what we did!
ever felt like ur competing with something thats not really there? ur hurting, u feel cheated.. you know these are only figments of ur imagination yet it feels so real. ive been thru this. in fact, i still am.
believe me, its a gargantuan task to let it all go. maybe its trauma, maybe its not. one things for sure, its slowly destroying something beautiful. everyday i battle my unseen enemies and striving so hard not to devastate the most perfect relationship ive ever had. but how? im gradually pushing him away. i hope he understands what im goin thru, i hope he duznt go away. call me weak, but i cant imagine myself without him. my whole life will only be half of what it used to be.. and i dont want that, not when ive tried bein whole already. i try not to think of the past. like what he always sez "why let the past get in the way of our future?" fact is, im stuck in the past. right now, what im afraid of is that he'll be moving on without me.
Una sa lahat, congrats to each and everyone of my batchmates. 100%. We left no one behind. And also to UP-Diliman in general. Obviously, 98% isn't a hundred, but we'll take it. To the topnotchers, saludo ako sa inyo. I always make it a point to tell people that the topnotchers were just an arm's length away from where I sat in the review. Hehe. Now that the boards are finished, I wish I could say what the others are saying, that they're glad to have their lives back but I can't. In the first place, I never really had a drastic change in schedule. I never really studied seriously 5 months into the review. One week to go and I still studied 2 hours a day and slept at 11. I still surfed the net and watched TV. I still went out to see Ros. My parents gave me this advice: Put your life on hold, at least after the board exams. I'm sorry but I disobeyed them. Life's too precious to put on hold. Even if only for six months, even if it's for the boards. If it sounds a bit arrogant, it's not me talking, blame it on the euphoria of passing. Looking back, reminiscing the exam, I realized that I was either brave or stupid or bravely stupid. This is because I took MS and P2 without knowing certain topics by heart. The night before MS, I told my self while studying, "Screw this, I'll just wing it tomorrow." Luckily, MS was relatively manageable. But I was stressed out from worrying, and I vowed to not let this happen again the following weekend. Not surpisingly, the same thing happened with P2, I took the exam without knowing how to compute for EUP, FIFO costing, spoilage, etc. I just prayed for at least 30 sure items. "The review really doesn't help you. Your undergrad will determine the outcome of the board exam." My father gave this piece of advice before I started the review at CPAR. When I heard it, I was like, "Oh shiyet! Patay tayo dyan!" Basura undergrad ko e, so I was really banking on the powers of the (in)famous Valix and Guerrero Tag Team. You know what? He was right. Honestly speaking, only 20-40% of the review was actually used in the actual exam. To my batchmates, how much of the review helped you? I mean, really help you? And don't say 100%, you don't have to suck up and kiss Sir Valix's ass anymore since you already passed. The truth is, the benefit derived from the review is incremental to what you already know. It's either you know it or you don't. AGAIN, I would like to disclaim, if it seems arrogant, it's not me talking, it's the euphoria of passing. For others, to become a CPA is a dream, it is an end, something to achieve, a goal that is set to be reached, the final destination, but I realized that for UP and for some students, becoming one isn't a dream, it's just a means of reaching a dream, a stepping stone, a road that would lead to something greater. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
To God, Jesus of Nazarene, St. Claire, St. Jude, Our Mother of Perpetual Help for the blessings.
To my family, my sister for giving me a cash incentive for passing (a lousy thousand, but hey, it's still a thousand) my mother, for excusing me from the chores (even if she said that she looked older during my review because I didn't help her), my father for helping me appreciate the real world applications of audit theory, Mako, May and Jun, for just being there and for keeping me company at the hotel.
To Ros, who believed in me even if I didn't at times. She was never stressed with the boards because she knew for a fact that I would pass. She never had the slightest doubt. I don't know if its blind faith or simply love, but thanks (I have a feeling it's love, though)
To The Contemporary Hotel in Araneta Avenue for my accommodations though I didn't have the chance to use the pool, and the sisig and the pancit canton tasted the same.
To my musical inspiration during the review, Johnny Cash. Please listen to Hurt, Help Me and When the Man Comes Around.
To Yhca, for helping me overcome my mental block a few minutes before the exam by telling me when to accrue interest when computing for loan impairment and for telling me what AD meant in the formula for EOQ.
To my batchmates, for the 100%. Kitakits na lang siguro.
Una sa lahat, congrats to each and everyone of my batchmates. 100%. We left no one behind. And also to UP-Diliman in general. Obviously, 98% isn't a hundred, but we'll take it. To the topnotchers, saludo ako sa inyo. I always make it a point to tell people that the topnotchers were just an arm's length away from where I sat in the review. Hehe. Now that the boards are finished, I wish I could say what the others are saying, that they're glad to have their lives back but I can't. In the first place, I never really had a drastic change in schedule. I never really studied seriously 5 months into the review. One week to go and I still studied 2 hours a day and slept at 11. I still surfed the net and watched TV. I still went out to see Ros. My parents gave me this advice: Put your life on hold, at least after the board exams. I'm sorry but I disobeyed them. Life's too precious to put on hold. Even if only for six months, even if it's for the boards. If it sounds a bit arrogant, it's not me talking, blame it on the euphoria of passing. Looking back, reminiscing the exam, I realized that I was either brave or stupid or bravely stupid. This is because I took MS and P2 without knowing certain topics by heart. The night before MS, I told my self while studying, "Screw this, I'll just wing it tomorrow." Luckily, MS was relatively manageable. But I was stressed out from worrying, and I vowed to not let this happen again the following weekend. Not surpisingly, the same thing happened with P2, I took the exam without knowing how to compute for EUP, FIFO costing, spoilage, etc. I just prayed for at least 30 sure items. "The review really doesn't help you. Your undergrad will determine the outcome of the board exam." My father gave this piece of advice before I started the review at CPAR. When I heard it, I was like, "Oh shiyet! Patay tayo dyan!" Basura undergrad ko e, so I was really banking on the powers of the (in)famous Valix and Guerrero Tag Team. You know what? He was right. Honestly speaking, only 20-40% of the review was actually used in the actual exam. To my batchmates, how much of the review helped you? I mean, really help you? And don't say 100%, you don't have to suck up and kiss Sir Valix's ass anymore since you already passed. The truth is, the benefit derived from the review is incremental to what you already know. It's either you know it or you don't. AGAIN, I would like to disclaim, if it seems arrogant, it's not me talking, it's the euphoria of passing. For others, to become a CPA is a dream, it is an end, something to achieve, a goal that is set to be reached, the final destination, but I realized that for UP and for some students, becoming one isn't a dream, it's just a means of reaching a dream, a stepping stone, a road that would lead to something greater. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
To God, Jesus of Nazarene, St. Claire, St. Jude, Our Mother of Perpetual Help for the blessings.
To my family, my sister for giving me a cash incentive for passing (a lousy thousand, but hey, it's still a thousand) my mother, for excusing me from the chores (even if she said that she looked older during my review because I didn't help her), my father for helping me appreciate the real world applications of audit theory, Mako, May and Jun, for just being there and for keeping me company at the hotel.
To Ros, who believed in me even if I didn't at times. She was never stressed with the boards because she knew for a fact that I would pass. She never had the slightest doubt. I don't know if its blind faith or simply love, but thanks (I have a feeling it's love, though)
To The Contemporary Hotel in Araneta Avenue for my accommodations though I didn't have the chance to use the pool, and the sisig and the pancit canton tasted the same.
To my musical inspiration during the review, Johnny Cash. Please listen to Hurt, Help Me and When the Man Comes Around.
To Yhca, for helping me overcome my mental block a few minutes before the exam by telling me when to accrue interest when computing for loan impairment and for telling me what AD meant in the formula for EOQ.
To my batchmates, for the 100%. Kitakits na lang siguro.
huh! that managed to catch ur attention dint it? hehehe my strategy is quite scandalous but highly effective.
it just came to mind a conversation i had with a gurl-friend not too long ago. it cudve been just the usual girl talk except that this time we discussed somethin more sensitive. her sex life. i was half-shocked cuz i thought her to be a ramrod straight Christian. I was also half-excited to hear all about the nastiest, juiciest details of her sexperiences. tho before any of these, i foremost felt sad cuz i never expected it from her. i mean i know about gender equality and women's liberation and all that bull. still i couldnt help bein sad cuz i thought bein a Christian meant holding on to ur principles, never succumbing to the call of the flesh. i thought wrong. my friend was proof of that. she began the narrative by telling me about how often they do it and where (stuff i really dowana know but which helped cuz she told me they often do it in the lounge chair in their sala where i usually sit. ugh. talk about awkward.) anyway, i somehow had the idea that she told me all about it for fun. again, i thought wrong. there was a heavy reason y she confided in me. what reason i say? she cries everytime they do it. she found it very disturbing and i did too. making love should be passionate. you do it cuz you love the person and wants him to feel loved. there are things words cant say that making love can. and its disturbing that she cries cuz it wud mean shez consumed with guilt. hers is a family who've been church-goers all there lives and she cant begin to think what they might say about the whole thing if they found out. and what if she gets pregnant? what if the Lord was looking down at them while they were doin it? (that part freaked me out) she had many questions, and i cudnt answer any of them cuz i am a guilty Christian too. I dint just think about it, my excuse was that God cant be mad at us. (my boyfriend and I) cuz we love each other and we dont do it for the money. i rack up so many excuses just to justify my actions. i know its wrong... but as the cliche goes, how can something that feels right be so wrong? i told my friend i dont know how to help her. her problem was like a mirror of mine. only i dont cry, thanks to my boy's expertise, i only shout. kidding aside, after that talk, i felt like weeping. i felt so lost.. wer did all those years of sunday school go? what have i become?
It was a very successful for every Bacolodnon and for the city of Bacolod in the just concluded Masskara Festival 2006. Here is the list of the following winners in the Masskara Dance Competition.
this is a zwinky, for those who still dont know it yet. i customized it to look a little bit like me so i cud post it here and you'll have an idea how i dress up and stuff. unfortunately, the html they provided duznt work so i was forced to edit it so it duznt appear quite... polished. but here it is.. on a day to day scene, i go for a laid-back wardrobe. usually a tee and a skirt or a pair of shorts. and my flipflops. if i go out, i drag along my messenger bag so i can keep all the essentials i cant live without. (e.g. my fone, lip gloss, wet wipes, tissues, mouthspray, my fone's headset, charger and my wallet with all the cards in it) it cud b quite heavy thats probably why i always look harassed.
and here's another zwinky of me. this is how my casual get up looks like. not under-dressed, not overdressed either. just formal without feeling uncomfortable. i think the operative word here is comfortability cuz its not sensible to look good when u're really not into what ur wearing ryt? and of cors i do leave my messenger bag behind and bring a clutch instead.
i wanted to post a pic of what i wear when i sleep but uhhh... it wudnt be decent. hehe till later!
This is a great mobile phone for users who can't get to keep a mobile for a month without it being stolen. Forbes has this good news:
A new mobile phone in Japan takes security pretty seriously: It can recognize its owner, automatically locks when the person gets too far away from it and can be found via satellite navigation if it goes missing.
Amazing right? This is one interesting feature:
i for once thought that i'm a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks
were still the height of sophistication, when people have mobile phones and i wasn't acquainted to the world's progress until handy john came in and disposable panties drive me nuts, saving my day.
I cant believe its been that long since I last posted. Its seems like its been almost a year. Looking through my old post, I still see the 2005 team taikai. We just recently went to the 2006 team taikai a couple of weeks ago. That even tells you how long its been. I dont even know what to say. Well, may be can can start with
Updates for 2006 mhh, lets see........ - Still with my baby :) - Manage to survive ANP & Microbiology - Got a new job. Manage to snatch a position in Presby Dallas - Retaking ANP, trying to get an "A" - mmhh the holidays are comimg.. LOL
I just dont know what to say. Of course theres a bunch of thins that happen over the year, but Im just too lazy to write it all down. Oh yea, I dont know what to do with my layout, so I decided to use of the free templates.
as a personal gift to myself for my 24th birthday, i bought an action figure of the teenage mutant ninja turtle leonardo. aside from his "Trusty katanas", leonardo also came with "New Sabers!", "New Straight Swords!", and "Ninja Throwing Stars!". and apart from the "New Warrior Weapons!", what made this leonardo cooler was it had "New Ninja Moves! Weapon Spinning Action!", meaning, if you squeeze his legs together, leonardo will start spinning his weapons to make them "Slice and Dice!". "These new moves rock!", leonardo says.
cooool. it's great to escape from the horrors of being "grown up" and go back to being a kid again, once in a while.
i used to have an action figure of that same leonardo eons ago, when i was a kid. of all the action figures i had, he was my favorite. for weapons, leonardo sr. had two katana swords, two ninja throwing stars, a club that looked like an armadillo, a pizza like thingy with blades jutting out of the edges, and a turtle shell that opens at the back where he can store his weapons. i no longer have him with me, owing to my carelessness as a kid.
my love affair with the turtles started when i was in 4th grade. typhoon ruping had just struck cebu, and we spent the next month or so living in the stone age, with neither electricity, light, or television. then when the electricity came back, like the bringers of light, so appeared the teenage mutant ninja turtles.
i remember being glued to the tv on friday nights waiting for each new episode of the turtles. i watched them in their struggle against shredder and the foot, and laughed at their weird and silly enemies like bebop (a mutant warthog) and rocksteady (a mutant rhino) and krang (a brainlike alien with a robot body). then after the turtles, an episode of the x-men came next on tv. i also loved the x-men (i still do), but for childish silliness, nothing beats the turtles.
at the end of the school year during 4th grade, our teachers allowed us kids to bring our toys along with us to school. i salivated at what my classmates brought with them. the ninja turtles! there was leonardo! and rafael and donatello and michaelangelo! i HAD to get one. i begged... no... i pestered my mother to buy me a toy. when that didn't work, i bribed her with my report card (my grades still looked great those days), so she gave in.
after a run of about two years or so on tv, the turtles disappeared. then i lost leonardo sr. and then came high school. the "REAL WORLD" was now upon me. i had to grow up. it was all downhill from there.
so now i struggle with the evils of work, paying the bills, and worrying about "THE FUTURE". work is fine, i can bear it. paying the bills is fine, i can swallow that. but the "THE FUTURE" scares me shitless.
there you are patiently slugging it out with the devils of "THE FUTURE". you seem to be winning. things seem to look good. and then WHAM! "THE FUTURE" gives you a powerful uppercut on the chin, and you are down on your butt on the canvass with the referee giving you the count. you are dazed. you are confused. but you have to get up. you just can't give up. you can't wimp out. it all seems so pointless, but you have no choice.
so you get up off your ass and slug it out again. and it goes on, and on. it's a cruel cycle.
can you blame me then, or anyone else for that matter, if i spend a few moments of my time dreaming that i was a kid again? if only life were as clean and simple as an episode of the turtles, where you KNOW the good guys always win against the bad guys at the end of this week's episode.
but life is not that way. and to grow up is to realize that life is not that way. you just have to swallow it if you are to survive. at times i despair over that fact. makes me want my innocence back.
in his poem "ode on a distant prospect of eton college", thomas grey lamented:
"yet ah! why should they know their fate? since sorrow never comes too late and happiness too swiftly flies thought would destroy their paradise no more; where ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise."
ahh... the dillema, between sorrowful wisdom and ignorant bliss. but we cannot remain ignorant and innocent forever. either we open our eyes, or our eyes are forced open. but every once in a while, i close my eyes for a moment and pretend that i was kid again, that everything would be alright after this week's episode. then i open my eyes again, and, re-energized, i continue my struggle with "THE FUTURE".
u know what i detest most? insolent security guards! Ugh. Just recently, i had this horrid experience with one of the most detestable of 'em all and lemme tell you, it got my blood pressure soarin! Yesterday, i went to the dept. store to rendezvous with a friend and at the entrance were two guards who went on checkin people's stuff. one of them looked pleasant enuf but im not a person known to be lucky so of course i got the not-so-pleasant nuthead. he was so busy chitchatting with someone when he was supposed to be doin whatever it is he shud be workin on ryt? so i started to get really worked up with all the delay he was causing me. I started to tap my foot to get his attention. but you know what the shitbrain did? he raised a brow at me and said in a very condescending tone, "whats the hurry?!" i culdv held on to my patience a little longer if he dint get all haughty on me but i guess he just couldnt bear to be nys, lest of all civil! so there, i bitched at him.it was less than what he deserved which is something he really shud be thankful about. in a not so hush-hush tone i told him, "ur job is to what mister, check peoples bags? thats the only job you have to do yet y cant you do it ryt? cuz ur dumb , thats y. get that into ur head, underachiever." Just because of that, he managed to completely ruin my day, dashed my energy to ashes. now tell me, is there any sane reason y i shudnt hate them?!
contemporary economic theory suggests competition as the road to progress. market fundamentalism wants a no-holds-barred, free-for-all game; a sort of Darwinian 'survival for the fittest' scenario. the more bitter the clash, the better the outcome. it is suppose to be a test by fire though cut-throat competition. the last to emerge is deemed to be the most resilient, vanquishing the rest into that little hole with the label 'loser' on top
what is conveniently forgotten with this ideology is that this economic practice can affect social and even personal perspectives. the idea of competition, like most ideas, has the uncanny ability to jump from one realm to another; from the biological, to the socio-economic, and finally to the personal.
unfortunately, competition has an attached paradox with it. while pundits hail individual advancement through competition as the impetus for progress, it is precisely individual advancement that wants to abolish competition as competition itself threatens the amount of advancement, or profit, an individual can make.
hence, in a laissez faire economic set up, deceit, arm twisting, blackmailing and mud slinging are all too common. and just like in barbarian battlefields in ancient times, anarchy rears its ugly head. every man for himself, sacrificing friendships, being hit by friendly fire.
i may find all of these deplorable in other circumstances, but i curiously find it hilarious today.
because while there is a brewing anarchy in my phone, i prefer to walk these dark city streets alone.
KOMIKON, the second Philippine Comicbook convention was successfully held last week at Bahay Alumni, UP- Diliman. It was attended by many "komiks" creators, both pros and indies alike who sell and displays their works. Some are even legends on the local komiks industry during its heyday, and some are very successful artists who are now working on DC and Marvel publishing and doing titles like Superman, Batman, Hulk, etc.
I was so tempted to go, because personally I wanted to meet these guys whose works I've grown to admire so much, and inspired me to be one myself; and also meet fellow young comicbook creators whom I've grown to be friends with in the internet for sometime now and buy as much komiks as I can. Too bad having a dayjob, and being in other country as that, sneaking to the komikon is just not possible. Ultimately, I was only there by heart, and is saying a silent prayer and a wish that hopefully someday I'll be with these guys in the next Komikons to come.
Here's a hand for the revival of our very own komiks!!!
Below is a video coverage of the Komikon by creator and pal Gerry Alanguilan.
Someone's challenging Apple. Mercury News delivers the news.
A hacker known for cracking the copy-protection technology in DVDs claims to have unlocked the playback restrictions of Apple Computer Inc.'s iPod and iTunes music products and plans to license his code to others.
The move by Jon Lech Johansen, also known as "DVD Jon," could pit the 22-year-old against Apple's lawyers, experts say, but
pakighimamat sa mga chikiting sa dihang nagsaulog ang akong amiga nga si matetsa iyang adlaw’ng natawhan, naimbitahan kami sapagduaw sa ilang yanong panimalay. ug sa labing unang higayon nagkahimamat ang among mga chikiting. ambot kung kining mga bata-a mahimong mga future Isidrans. dependi sa budget =)
sa ilang panagdula, hingpit silang nagkasinabot bisan ug sagul-sagol bisaya, ininglis, tinagalog, hiligaynon nga pinulongan masabtan nilang tanan.
sa naandan na, si Yessa ang “kina” na pud: kinamanghuran, kinagamyan, kinagwapahan, kinabuotan….
