watching rainbows...

Thursday, February 14, 2008

STUPID ME.

Monday, February 11, 2008


MY WONDERFUL SURPRISE!
thanks guys! i love you! :D

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

(edited)
MY BIRTHDAY WISH LIST:

(simple lang naman akong tao eh..simple lang wants ko. tsk.)

  1. A Starbucks tumbler. (pwede ding 2..hahaha!)
  2. A Shirt from David and Goliath
  3. An autographed Sugarfree CD (which ever..I don't own one, btw. I don't like buying CDs)
  4. Conti's Mango Bravo or a pig-shaped carrot cake with pink icing...
  5. A new backpack...
  6. A new pair of flats...
  7. A new pair of chucks...
  8. Bluetooth headset...
  9. A set of metallic colored pens
  10. Something from humorpost (wag yung bastos...wholesome tayo dito)
  11. A good book...
  12. Flowers? ewww! Maroon5 or NEYO tickets!
  13. A movie date...
  14. ACCA KAPPA hairbrush!
  15. Clean's baby girl (it's a perfume)
  16. OH! A CAMERA!
  17. OH CASH WOULD BE NICE TOO!
  18. May I have Jake Cuenca din?
*****

If there's one thing that I fear, it is that I would die without doing anything with my life; that I would just fade away into the background having done nothing but satisfy the wanting of my human exterior. And for so long a time I have been wanting to find a purpose, a meaning to all this so called "existence". Truth is, I haven't felt alive these past months; I felt like a robot programmed to do only what society expects of me, and nothing more. I do the same things everyday, and I felt such a useless being and such a big waste of space and resources. I want to do something of value to humanity but I have no idea how.

And along comes Gang Badoy. The girl I want to become when I grow up.

She talked to us in school today. I thought that it would be one of those move and rally and picket for change talks so I was completely overjoyed when she told us that we have the right to be apathetic and still demand the Government that is due us; she is probably the first person ever to talk in UP who made me feel good about not wanting to picket and rally.

You see, youth "activism" is overrated and totally exaggerated, especially in my school. A lot of my schoolmates proclaim themselves
iskolar ng bayan and yet waste the time they could spend studying (which is what we are supposed to do) marching and chanting, "fighting" whatever they see unfit and wrong in society, causing nothing but traffic and headaches and sometimes even halted economic activity. So where's the gratitude to the Filipino people in that? I want change too, as everyday I see what wrong we can change in society, but I don't believe that picketing and rallying would do us any good. I think that there is a better way of getting the message across and there is a better way of affecting change. Wouldn't it be better if we channel all that youthful energy we have and actually build homes for the poor or teach those who do not have money for school? Let's make ourselves more than just a crowd-filler during rallies and do something that would DIRECTLY help those who need it.

You see, Gang Badoy did not only talk to us today, she moved me. And I envy her for that; for her conviction, for her sense of purpose, for her will power and for her belief in the goodness of man. I envy her because she is an instrument of change and inspiration. I SHALL BE THAT TOO. (i shall join RockEd)

BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE.
http://rockedphilippines.org

Monday, February 04, 2008

As part of the General Education curricula of UP, we have to take all these subjects that would not even make a dent in our professional lives. We sit through and endure the rigors of the likes of Humanities 1 and Humanities 2 (not to mention their tiring productions) and all those other Social Science courses, all with but one goal: to pass and fulfill a requirement. And no matter how sad this may sound, it is the same case with most, if not all, the students taking medical or paramedical courses who think of these courses as mere extra work load to fill up the required number of units per semester.

However, once in a while, in our seemingly century-long semesters in UP, we find ourselves in a lame excuse for a classroom with decade old chairs in a class that is in no way connected to our degree program and just shocked and awed at the brilliance of our professor's mind. And yes it has happened to me, no it happens to me...every Mondays and occasional Thursdays that I have Social Science 2 classes.

Yes. SOCIAL SCIENCE 2. So how in the world is that connected to Speech Pathology? I, too have no idea, but it is one of the best classes I ever took. All thanks to my brilliant professor: Mr. Jalton Taguibao. And yes, he's the same Jal from Sugarfree. (Surprising isn't it?)

Sir Jal is by far one of the best teachers I've ever had in my whole entire academic career. At first I thought that my SocSci2 class would be similar to my SocSci1 class, which was useless as sh*t, (pardon my French) but I knew for sure that it was definitely not going to be like the latter. And I realized that twenty, no ten minutes into our first class with him. He's THAT good. And so I thought that I would have the same learning/educational experience every time we had class with him, but I was again proven wrong. He just keeps getting better and better with every meeting that passes by. Just like the adobo he keeps using as an example. (ang adobo pag mas matagal na mas masarap...) He might think that we just sit and stare in his class, laugh at his jokes and his stories, but no, that's not what we're really doing. We're merely giving him all the time to talk and lecture because one may never know how much wisdom you can get from that man and how much of it you're going to miss if you interrupt! YES. HE'S THAT GREAT.

Yes, Sir Jal may not look or seem like it (especially when you watch his band's music videos), but he has one of the most brilliant minds ever. He may not go to class regularly but he surely makes up for it with his genius lectures when he is there. Point is, he can take on any professor and stomp him or her, in my book. (basta sa DSS no sa CAS!) And yes, I am currently intellectually infatuated by him. (and so are most of my friends)