Okay, i guess it was a good thing that i didn't name our (MY MY MY) beagle Kidlat because imagine what a shock it was for me to see that my beloved beagle was a she. And she is named Lemon. Oh my Dog. HAHA. Oh well. I JUST LOVE MY NEW DOG.
Bow.
:D
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Beagle beagle beagle
YES! I will finally have a beagle tonight! Well, technically it's a family dog, but nobody's going to stop me from getting first dibs on it. I still haven't thought of a name for it though... i was supposed to name it 'Kidlat,' the Filipino word for 'lightning,' but because of the kid's movie "Bolt" i drew back. Anyway.. that's it. CAN'T WAIT FOR MY DOG!!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Not that Shocked Anymore
My friends and I watched Saw 5 this afternoon after school. And after watching it, i was surprised at the lack of suspense and thrill i felt during the movie. Oh i don't know, it's not that the movie wasn't bloody enough (it was. really), i think it's just that i seem to have grown enough to the point that the gore in movies like that isn't enough to make me cringe at disgust anymore.
And i think all this is my fault. I watched movies like Saw for the sole purpose of erasing my fear for movies like and members of the same genre (gore) - and other genres like suspense, thrillers, and horror. Granted, i had some mild shocks because of the movie, but nothing that made me jump out of my seat and all.
Therefore, i resolve to watch gorier and scarier movies. Why? BECAUSE IT'S FUN!! Seriously. I'm not much of a horror flick fan. Yet. But i want to be.
Actually, i want to be a movie fan. Period. When the time for working in the corporate world comes for me, i will plan a movie budget because watching movies on the big screen produces a wonderful feeling in my system. Even though i love watching shows and movies on DVD, i still prefer the silver screen. It's just that movies are expensive when you're just a student, yet i can't help it. There are just so many good movies out there that i want to watch. Agh. I want to be a film afficionado, but not one of those elitist types who only love movies that are directed by obscure indie directors. What the fuck. I prefer to be just a simple movie-viewer who watches movies from all genres. I don't like some genres, admittedly, such as noir, but i think that if i become more exposed to the world of film, eventually i will learn to appreciate it. God. How dramatic am I, i'm only talking about movies. Haha.
Can't wait for the Academy Awards. Though i haven't watch MANY of the nominated films like Slumdog Millionaire, The Reader, Revolutionary Road, and all that blah. Gah. If only i had Torrent on my PC i will be content.
And i think all this is my fault. I watched movies like Saw for the sole purpose of erasing my fear for movies like and members of the same genre (gore) - and other genres like suspense, thrillers, and horror. Granted, i had some mild shocks because of the movie, but nothing that made me jump out of my seat and all.
Therefore, i resolve to watch gorier and scarier movies. Why? BECAUSE IT'S FUN!! Seriously. I'm not much of a horror flick fan. Yet. But i want to be.
Actually, i want to be a movie fan. Period. When the time for working in the corporate world comes for me, i will plan a movie budget because watching movies on the big screen produces a wonderful feeling in my system. Even though i love watching shows and movies on DVD, i still prefer the silver screen. It's just that movies are expensive when you're just a student, yet i can't help it. There are just so many good movies out there that i want to watch. Agh. I want to be a film afficionado, but not one of those elitist types who only love movies that are directed by obscure indie directors. What the fuck. I prefer to be just a simple movie-viewer who watches movies from all genres. I don't like some genres, admittedly, such as noir, but i think that if i become more exposed to the world of film, eventually i will learn to appreciate it. God. How dramatic am I, i'm only talking about movies. Haha.
Can't wait for the Academy Awards. Though i haven't watch MANY of the nominated films like Slumdog Millionaire, The Reader, Revolutionary Road, and all that blah. Gah. If only i had Torrent on my PC i will be content.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Semi-Conductors
Of all the fascinating characters i come across while riding jeepneys, nothing intrigues me more than the person who goes out of his way - way, way out - just to help his fellow passengers. I dub him as the Semi-Conductor.
Why this name? It's because this person doesn't actually have any obligation inside the jeepney apart from being a passenger and pay the driver his fare. Except that the Semi-Conductor wants to stand apart from the rest of his fellow commuters and takes a step further by assuming the duties of a conductor by:
1. Telling the other passengers in the jeep to move their asses when a new commuter gets inside the vehicle .
2. Getting the fares of and returning the change of his fellow commuters.
3. Repeating a passenger's cry of "Manong, para!" when the said passenger is ignored by the driver of the jeep - even when multiple attempts are used - by saying "Hoy para raw!" in his usually deep and loud voice. Usually the driver stops after Semi-Conductors's intervention.
4. Informing the male passengers of the jeepney to move their bodies slightly forward when a female sits beside them, as to give her sitting space.
The Semi-Conductor usually sits in the middle of the jeepney, or near the driver, because it is much easier to perform his duties when he is placed there. The Semi-Conductor is always male, or perhaps i have not yet come across a Semi-Conductress, though i doubt there is one in existence (also highly improbable are the sabiteras - female passengers who cling to the outside of a jeep).
The Semi-Conductor may seem very annoying, but he really is not. Quite the opposite, in fact. He is helpful in his Semi-Conductor-ish sort of way, and who knows, when you ever find yourself in a jeepney situation where you need the services of a Semi-Conductor, you just might find yourself praying that there's one in the jeep you're riding.
:D
Why this name? It's because this person doesn't actually have any obligation inside the jeepney apart from being a passenger and pay the driver his fare. Except that the Semi-Conductor wants to stand apart from the rest of his fellow commuters and takes a step further by assuming the duties of a conductor by:
1. Telling the other passengers in the jeep to move their asses when a new commuter gets inside the vehicle .
2. Getting the fares of and returning the change of his fellow commuters.
3. Repeating a passenger's cry of "Manong, para!" when the said passenger is ignored by the driver of the jeep - even when multiple attempts are used - by saying "Hoy para raw!" in his usually deep and loud voice. Usually the driver stops after Semi-Conductors's intervention.
4. Informing the male passengers of the jeepney to move their bodies slightly forward when a female sits beside them, as to give her sitting space.
The Semi-Conductor usually sits in the middle of the jeepney, or near the driver, because it is much easier to perform his duties when he is placed there. The Semi-Conductor is always male, or perhaps i have not yet come across a Semi-Conductress, though i doubt there is one in existence (also highly improbable are the sabiteras - female passengers who cling to the outside of a jeep).
The Semi-Conductor may seem very annoying, but he really is not. Quite the opposite, in fact. He is helpful in his Semi-Conductor-ish sort of way, and who knows, when you ever find yourself in a jeepney situation where you need the services of a Semi-Conductor, you just might find yourself praying that there's one in the jeep you're riding.
:D
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Schreiben
Verb - German - "to write"
I suddenly find myself addicted to this blogging thing. Maybe it's because it's real, that this is actually a real blog, and i don't know why i haven't thought of this sooner. Admittedly my Multiply account has contacts who actually read my post, but no matter.
Gah. Writing is surprisingly, suddenly more enjoyable. I wish I had a laptop so i could blog more. What? Haha.
This addiction has gone to such a level that i'm actually putting off studying for my Social Science exam tomorrow just for the sake of blogging in a site no one actually really knows. No matter, it'll reach that peak, hopefully.
The writer writes for himself or for other people. This blog is for myself and for other people. I have my own journal to pour my heart out. This is just for the normal, mundane, and the occasional not-so-light thoughts that cross my mind.
Go Blogger.
Agh. Got to go and study.
I suddenly find myself addicted to this blogging thing. Maybe it's because it's real, that this is actually a real blog, and i don't know why i haven't thought of this sooner. Admittedly my Multiply account has contacts who actually read my post, but no matter.
Gah. Writing is surprisingly, suddenly more enjoyable. I wish I had a laptop so i could blog more. What? Haha.
This addiction has gone to such a level that i'm actually putting off studying for my Social Science exam tomorrow just for the sake of blogging in a site no one actually really knows. No matter, it'll reach that peak, hopefully.
The writer writes for himself or for other people. This blog is for myself and for other people. I have my own journal to pour my heart out. This is just for the normal, mundane, and the occasional not-so-light thoughts that cross my mind.
Go Blogger.
Agh. Got to go and study.
Skeletons Away from View
The very first post in this blog isn't really the first one. I don't know why i have to state this since i'm sure a few - if any - will read this blog anyway, but whatever. This was just supposed to be my own private blog, shielded from the eye of the public and all the shit, but i decided to open it anyway since why the hell create a blog that i alone would read?
Anyway that first post will forever remain secret, just because of the plain and simple fact that it was fucking EMO. After all i've said about emo and the culture of it, i can't be accused of being one, and that blog will be my ruin if anyone ever saw it because it was E-M-O. Agh. This is a blog, i know, where i'm supposed to write my feelings and emotions and thoughts and ideas and all that jazz. But i suddenly remembered i have my own journal for the hardcore emotions that are gnawing at my core at a particular time.
A personal journal, and two blogs. What a fucking writing nerd. If only i had the talent to support the writing, that is. Ah well. Practice practice practice.
Anyway that first post will forever remain secret, just because of the plain and simple fact that it was fucking EMO. After all i've said about emo and the culture of it, i can't be accused of being one, and that blog will be my ruin if anyone ever saw it because it was E-M-O. Agh. This is a blog, i know, where i'm supposed to write my feelings and emotions and thoughts and ideas and all that jazz. But i suddenly remembered i have my own journal for the hardcore emotions that are gnawing at my core at a particular time.
A personal journal, and two blogs. What a fucking writing nerd. If only i had the talent to support the writing, that is. Ah well. Practice practice practice.
Survival of the Fittest
God. Why am i getting fatter and fatter as the days go by. I thought stress from school was supposed to make students thin. But apparently it works both ways. Students can get thin from the academic anxiety, or they could also grow fat. And unfortunately i belong to the latter group.
After reading all the 'COLLEGE MADE ME FAT' posts from numerous friends, i decided to join the fray. Granted, our group whining will never get us anywhere the respective weights we want to target, so action is obviously needed. I don't know about my friends, but my workout will entirely consist of running and cycling. I think the cycling part will be the most dominant part of my exercise regimen, because cycling is less tiring and the feeling of sweat trickling down your back, along with the breeze rushing to your face and body is just fantastic.
The reason why i want to exercise again is because my dear old fat uncle decided to lend me his bike, since he doesn't use it anymore. Rather than leave the poor old thing to rot in disuse, i decided to use it to sculpt my future body. I do hope i get the bike ASAP. I want to hop on it and start pedaling right away. Physical education this college is only limited to PE classes themselves, and due to this, i want to do something more to help myself, lest i become - God forbid - a pasty, flabby boy in his teens. I want abs and biceps and whatnot. Haha. Honestly. But not like those over-exercised Mr. Olympia types who seem to digest steroids on a daily basis. I just want a toned body.
Discipline, i think, is my only potential impediment for me to achieve my goal. I once did an exercise workout consisting of weightlifting, sit-ups, and push-ups. It was over in four days.
Sad.
But now i will push myself further. I wasn't so athletic during High School, and i am ashamed for that. I had all the time to engage myself in different sports and recreations, but i didn't strive to take part in many of them. But now i know that must change. Damn. I just HOPE i'll be able to pull this off. But hey. I like cycling anyway, so i guess my goal can't be that far off.
Hopefully.
Cheers to us who want to be fit this year, and the coming years. Pot-, beer-, and whatever-bellied men and women we shall NOT become. :)
After reading all the 'COLLEGE MADE ME FAT' posts from numerous friends, i decided to join the fray. Granted, our group whining will never get us anywhere the respective weights we want to target, so action is obviously needed. I don't know about my friends, but my workout will entirely consist of running and cycling. I think the cycling part will be the most dominant part of my exercise regimen, because cycling is less tiring and the feeling of sweat trickling down your back, along with the breeze rushing to your face and body is just fantastic.
The reason why i want to exercise again is because my dear old fat uncle decided to lend me his bike, since he doesn't use it anymore. Rather than leave the poor old thing to rot in disuse, i decided to use it to sculpt my future body. I do hope i get the bike ASAP. I want to hop on it and start pedaling right away. Physical education this college is only limited to PE classes themselves, and due to this, i want to do something more to help myself, lest i become - God forbid - a pasty, flabby boy in his teens. I want abs and biceps and whatnot. Haha. Honestly. But not like those over-exercised Mr. Olympia types who seem to digest steroids on a daily basis. I just want a toned body.
Discipline, i think, is my only potential impediment for me to achieve my goal. I once did an exercise workout consisting of weightlifting, sit-ups, and push-ups. It was over in four days.
Sad.
But now i will push myself further. I wasn't so athletic during High School, and i am ashamed for that. I had all the time to engage myself in different sports and recreations, but i didn't strive to take part in many of them. But now i know that must change. Damn. I just HOPE i'll be able to pull this off. But hey. I like cycling anyway, so i guess my goal can't be that far off.
Hopefully.
Cheers to us who want to be fit this year, and the coming years. Pot-, beer-, and whatever-bellied men and women we shall NOT become. :)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Old Age Sticks by e.e. cummings
Now, i liked this poem after i knew what it meant. God. e. e. cummings is so weird. Yeah, that's how his name is supposed to be spelled. But he's weird in a good way. Quirky is the word, i think? :) Anyway, here's the poem.
old age sticks
up Keep
Off
signs)&
youth yanks them
down(old
age
cries No
Tres)&(pas)
youth laughs
(sing
old age
scolds Forbid
den Stop
Must
n't Don't
&)youth goes
right on
gr
owing old
Fire and Ice
I just had to post this before i go to sleep. It's one of my favorite poems (or one of the poems i can easily understand, anyway - which is not much, sadly).
Fire and Ice
by
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice
by
Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
As Old As Man
Problems have always been there ever since our ancestors walked on this earth, and damn, though i would want to rid them of my life for eternity, i know full well that they never will, since after i finish finding a solution to a particular problem, boom! another one comes and infiltrates my short moment of triumph.
I have always wanted to think of myself as an optimistic person, yet i have come to terms with myself: i just am not. Giving all sorts of advices to my friends, such as 'You can do it!!!' or 'Don't let that get you down!' is what i frequently do, thinking - falsely - that my simple words of wisdom will erase whatever burdens they are carrying. However, when it's my turn to fall prey to problems, i pay my friends's help no heed, thinking that what they say can't help me anyway. Talk about hypocrisy. :|
I am currently facing two major problems right now, but i won't give away both of them, just one. Secretive? Yeah. Haha. I really want to shift courses right now. The one i'm in, English, is a good course and all, but i want to study Journalism. I want to be a photojournalist when i graduate (to be a writer slash photojournalist on National Geographic is my DREAM JOB, but that's a different story). I just hope that i will be able to shift to Journ this year. Am gonna face lots of applicants, i think, but i pray that i'll be able to make it.
Sigh.
I know problems are supposed to strengthen our resolve, make us better persons, and blah blah blah. But it's just hard to find solutions to them, you know?
Duh, you would think. Yet i just wish i can just solve my two major impediments. Agh.
Shit. I have to study for my German exam. Problem? Not really. :|
Tschüss to whoever's reading. Gutten nacht!
I have always wanted to think of myself as an optimistic person, yet i have come to terms with myself: i just am not. Giving all sorts of advices to my friends, such as 'You can do it!!!' or 'Don't let that get you down!' is what i frequently do, thinking - falsely - that my simple words of wisdom will erase whatever burdens they are carrying. However, when it's my turn to fall prey to problems, i pay my friends's help no heed, thinking that what they say can't help me anyway. Talk about hypocrisy. :|
I am currently facing two major problems right now, but i won't give away both of them, just one. Secretive? Yeah. Haha. I really want to shift courses right now. The one i'm in, English, is a good course and all, but i want to study Journalism. I want to be a photojournalist when i graduate (to be a writer slash photojournalist on National Geographic is my DREAM JOB, but that's a different story). I just hope that i will be able to shift to Journ this year. Am gonna face lots of applicants, i think, but i pray that i'll be able to make it.
Sigh.
I know problems are supposed to strengthen our resolve, make us better persons, and blah blah blah. But it's just hard to find solutions to them, you know?
Duh, you would think. Yet i just wish i can just solve my two major impediments. Agh.
Shit. I have to study for my German exam. Problem? Not really. :|
Tschüss to whoever's reading. Gutten nacht!
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