October 25, 2008
You may notice based on my last two blogs how poetic I am when it comes to the magic word, JUSTICE. Well for me, it is not just a magic word actually. It is for me a living saint in every society. It is a hope carved in every being that will later on be a great armor for one’s individual independence and one’s battle for social independence. One must just polish it. But first and foremost, one must have the enough courage to realize that each one of us has it. It is just actually waiting for us to know that we originally own it after all. And so, a drop of injustices just bogs me every time I smell its warm blood and feel its sting.
Yup! I’m just too crazy about justice. Besides my family values of course, maybe it is because I am living in a country under democratic rule---the government that is of the people, by the people and for the people. The results of it is either I am fortunate enough to actually own rights and manifest these rights in my own will and responsibility without interfering the justice possessed by every fellowmen; or I am fortunate enough to witness as I grow up the disparities and selfish desires and abuses of every countrymen, using the power of democracy to unleash injustices to his fellowmen. If the latter is the case, then maybe the Philippine democracy offs the people, buys the people and poors the people as what a famous spoof goes. It’s quite funny though it is a serious issue actually. I don’t really want to deal too much of what could be the grade of my country if it is scored from one to ten (one being the highest) for how well it has been being a democratic country. All I just want to point out is that how my democratic country created a living impact on me being a korny justice lover. Sounds, ewwww…
What the heck. The bottom line is: I get ecstatic whenever a thing about justice or anything at all that will intersect such ruptures in my mind. I will like turn insane whenever I hear an echo of injustice within the capacity of my senses could reach. And sometimes it freaks me out how I’ll react to situations when one was victimized by injustice of either of an unconscious person or of an abusive asshole. It surprises me how will I defend the right of that person for a just partition even though he/she was like a complete stranger to me 3 minutes ago. I remember when I was in high school wherein my close friends would usually say, “Hey, calm down! Don’t be so affected again” whenever I get too demoralized on raising my issue against injustices in the school. Spooky… Am I like a modern day hero? In my dreams! I am not even a fan of Justice League. If they are real persons, then maybe I am a far cry from their super hero status. Besides I am like a tiger with irritating fungi all over my body when it comes to speaking up about injustices that I witnessed. I complain loudly, not literally as in I am so tactless that I don’t have manners, but loudly as in I will really inform the persons involved regarding the matter and will not pass a day without solving it. In short, I will not do the opposite of it, which is “be still”, “be silent,” shhhhh. Period. Also, injustice bothers me. It’s like a caterpillar that irritates my back so I need to take it off immediately. It makes me move like a psycho ready to spray my body with insecticide just to get all those annoying mosquitoes.
To sum up, I am not a silent warrior when it comes to battling the injustices and wickedness of the world. I’m usually straight forward but still make sure that no one gets hurt when I will rush into conclusions. But sometimes I fail and could possibly injure someone along the way. I am a human being and I am not perfect. Yes, I am a die-hard justice fanatic but sometimes I slipped too much that I am even the one who starts the evil that I hated the most---the thing that bothers me like an annoying caterpillar or a mosquito. Not all the time I live up with my principles. Sometimes I mess up and do the other way. That’s why hell I will compare myself to any member of Justice League since they are like too pretty to put your face beside them. But I don’t give a damn to what the people will say every time I rally about the injustices of the world or of the whole humankind. I maybe a herald-like when I complain but swear I am not too annoying that my mouth is like attached to ten megaphones when I speak up.
Maybe all of this I learned because of the magic word itself. Because of justice I realized that not all the time my favorite word which is justice fits in within my brain that everyday I will not commit injustices although maybe sometime I am committing such after all wherein I thought all the while is about the former well in fact it’s the other way around which is the latter. Confusing… but I will solve that puzzle as I continue. So I think I just wish that justice will continue to inspire me everyday to be a better citizen. And I hope and I pray that I am one of the billions of people who look and admire justice this way or even in a better way than what I perceive it should be. I am always grateful with this. Sob*** ‘-]
“Justice should not only be done, but should manifestly and undoubtedly be seen to be done”.-Gordon Hewart (1870 - 1943) British lawyer and politician.
“Justice must not only be seen to be done but has to be seen to be believed”-Attributed to J. C. Morton (1893 - 1979) British journalist and writer.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
my first serious school issue***
October 24, 2008
12:53 PM
“It is better to have a war for justice than peace in injustice”
-Charles Pierre Péguy (1873 - 1914)
French writer and poet, Basic Verities, "The Rights of Man"
I wonder why of all the listed quotations about justice in Microsoft Encarta finally I chose this one. Maybe there is something in it that is related to what happened to me or what I did last week before going home. I still do not know the final outcome on my sort-of-tiny-revolt but I am rest assured that it will be alright for now. I delivered my side already; my judgment of what I think is fair enough and just. If I will still be condemned together with my friend who was also brave enough to fight for one of the injustices that is happening in a Philippine university, then maybe, our reasons were not enough to justify accordingly to what we are trying to point out. As what 18th century British judge William Murray Mansfield said to a colonial governor ignorant in the law, “Consider what you think justice requires, and decide accordingly. But never give your reasons; for your judgment will probably be right, but your reasons will certainly be wrong.” Or maybe, we are again victims of every bullshit school system in the Philippines. Heck. But still, I don’t want to really squeeze this matter until I will lose my breath and die a martyr. So maybe I need to lie low. But still it bothers me. Yeah right, it is just a tip of a finger nail when compared to big issues of injustices our society has now but still it falls under the category. Every small thing has a right to be heard, ayt?
Now it comes to the point of where did all this start? Ok… during the dawn of the finals week, of course, we are too much pre-occupied on lots of things: studies, subjects to catch up before failing, and presentations equivalent to one final exam. No way can we also exclude the fact that we dreamed beyond the pigments of our imagination of enjoying a little breather and going home for the semester break. Behind the nausea of studying over hundred-page reviewers for the finals, we still get to have reveries on miles away fantasy called home. And an injustice such as this situation that I’ll raise right now just gets our cranial nerves to pop out all the motor neurons and sensory neurons we have. It intervenes our hypothalamus to exert emotional impulses of excitement and fun. Anyways, so it all started with this buzz about students endangering their grades in our NSTP-CWTS (National Service Training Program-Civil Welfare Training Service, it’s a very redundant name, I know) because they lack number of hours (a total of 54 hours). Since I don’t have any late nor absences for that matter, I’m confident enough that I don’t need to start boguing myself on sacrificing my thrill of going home by attending make-up classes after the finals. Boo! I’m clean therefore I don’t have to mind it. Besides, I asked our Student Assistant a.k.a our Team Manager regarding our status since other team managers are very generous enough to inform their respective teams, and she told us that if you don’t have any problems at all, why worry? Oh well, what a nice move from our SA. And I’ve thought that she really was a fallen guardian angel of our team.
Sad to say, she’s not like that really. Or maybe the kingdom of injustice really wanted to kill me that in the morning of the last day of my finals week, I received or shall I say I did the first move to ask my team leader about our status in the CWTS wherein there he showed me a text message from our SA last night about the list of names of those who lack hours and must complete it by attending the make-up class sessions. I was a little worried back then because I have this enigmatic sensation that there must be something wrong on the way they compute the number of hours rendered by the almost 250 NSTP-CWTS students. Besides that, I heard rumors that some other members of the other teams, who swore that they are in complete attendance, found out that they are incomplete after all. And so goes that maybe I can be one of the poor victims.
And by fate as bestowed by heavens and the stars, my worst fear is right. I’m on the list. My friend who swore to God that she did not do something bad also succumbed the same curse. What the f**k! But I did not just jump out to a conclusion. Because maybe, there is just something wrong. But upon looking on some evidences, like our other team members who admit that they have a late and an absent were even not on the list, I smelled something fishy on this. Even if our fellow team leader somehow forgot to pass one attendance sheet that caused a minus in our number of hours, it still does not fit at all. Just consider the comparison between our other two members who are spared though guilty and my friend and I who are innocent enough but were sentenced. Now I feel how it is to be betrayed. I am like in the shoes of those convicted persons who by God’s divine wisdom our innocent but are victimized by the unjust rule of the society. But my situation is not that so melodramatic like theirs of course. I am just showing some hyperbole. :-]
So I need to fix this by first consulting to the in-charge. Although my math final exam was ruined but thanks heaven it was so damn easy, I manage to circumnavigate the university just to find them but where the hell are they? The NSTP-CWTS office was closed as it lived by its nature like that. The adviser was not around as expected. And so, my friend who also has the same sense of hunger for what happened and I were left exhausted. We have both decided since last weekend to go home tomorrow. We don’t have enough time to attend those make-up classes with which oh my, is very heavy and stressful. And we fear that if we will not attend, our status will be the same and we will have a failure on this subject whatsoever. If that’s the case, since this is a mandatory training to all freshmen Filipinos, if we fail this, we need to take it up next year, in our second year in college together with those next school year’s newbie’s. Damn it!
Like what the quote conveys, it’s better to have a war for justice than have peace in injustice. Unlike the others, I don’t want to just accept the thought of attending the make-up classes as a punishment for being a late comer and an absent-minded and literally absent moron. I’m not like that. I don’t have the right to be punished. I did not do anything wrong. Is there something that I should be punished about? Another point is: so, it means that in order to pass the first semester in this subject you need to get a perfect attendance? What is this? A military camp? I am just grateful that there is also a person other than me who feels the same way. Actually many of us were victimized by this flaw but only my friend and I retaliated. We are not contented to be just silent babies who obey their nanny to stop crying even though it is the need of their system to cry. We are not contented to just accept the punishment well in fact we know it is unjust. For Christ’s sake our university is a bastion of democracy so why hush? This whole thing just bothered me for the whole last day before sem ends.
Since the adviser or any in-charge is nowhere to be found we need to do something. So the night before the start of the make-up classes and the night before I will go home, I texted my friend that we will meet tomorrow, go to the office if it is open, tell the adviser or any SA in-charge about our concern and whatsoever will be the outcome, go home safe and sound. And here came the morning. I was carrying my “heavy bags” as I waited for my friend. But she was not there yet. Something’s wrong. Maybe, as her great alibi, she was not able to receive my text message the other night. So I texted her again and again and went to the office again and again but still its undisputed nature’s the same---still no attendant to be found. I grew impatient and created thoughts of the noble what-if’s. My mind was divided into my two alter egos who are arguing of what should be done. Well, I must really be crazy. What if I will just attend the make-up class half-day and just rush home in the afternoon? No, because I already made up my mind and I should try first the plan before making up with the decision, right? There’s no harm in trying. No, what if I just swallow up my pride and obey the rule? No! This is not just about pride it is about principles. You know it’s wrong, it’s absurd and it’s unjust. You are old enough to speak and fight for it. What if I will just go home now, sleep this shit and consider it as one of my worst nightmares? No! It is your grades dummy! So slap your face back to reality because you cannot go home without fixing this first!
STOP! I had enough. Since my friend is sort of not replying so maybe I should deal with this in my own way. Luckily, I have a mobile number of our dearest adviser so I will just text him regarding our concern. Shoot. I should have thought about it earlier! And it’s 5 pages, meaning I sent him 5 long text messages. Just so beautiful! I did it in my utmost respectful manner. I just wished that my leader gave me our adviser’s real number or else I will kill him. With that I think I’ve done my part so I texted my friend that I will just go home because I’m tired of waiting and if she will do something else, I begged her to inform me. And after a billion of dull moments I had waiting, she replied. And guess what? She really was not able to receive my message (yeah right!). She told me that I should go now because she will go to the office to fix the problem. That time I was already riding on a vehicle going to Iloilo City. She promised me that she will try her best to follow up our concern since I told her that I have informed our adviser already. “We did not do anything wrong so it is our right not to attend the make-up class,” she said. Good luck!
I was on the departure area in the sea port when I received her message. And am I just lucky or was it just divine intervention that happened? I nearly cried when I read her text message. It says that I must not worry anymore because everything was just a mistake. She met with the one who is in-charge with all those encoding thing and they both re-checked her number of hours and mine as well. It turned out that there was just a big mess while encoding it and there was just a confusion going on with the recording stuff. She assured me that everything was fine now and that I don’t need anymore to have make-up classes. Wheeww… I was like a winner of a trip to Europe for six when I found out about it. It’s as if a huge nebula was extracted from my chest that all I did was thank everything and everyone about it. I know since then that what I’m doing was just fine and I know that even in our own little way we can achieve justice. All I can do was just laugh and smile as I remembered all the things I have done yesterday and today. And how can I be more thankful to my friend and to God for being there to help me aim for the truth. As what my favorite daily newspaper’s trademark always says, THE TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL and, will always be.
Now, all I need to do is check in our university’s online registration my grades for the first semester. I hope that the small magic of justice I’ve experienced will live up to its action and expectation until the end. I am not anymore crazy. I am not anymore angry and delusional. And I now only have one ego and it’s my freaking possessed die-hard justice rocker ME. ‘- )
12:53 PM
“It is better to have a war for justice than peace in injustice”
-Charles Pierre Péguy (1873 - 1914)
French writer and poet, Basic Verities, "The Rights of Man"
I wonder why of all the listed quotations about justice in Microsoft Encarta finally I chose this one. Maybe there is something in it that is related to what happened to me or what I did last week before going home. I still do not know the final outcome on my sort-of-tiny-revolt but I am rest assured that it will be alright for now. I delivered my side already; my judgment of what I think is fair enough and just. If I will still be condemned together with my friend who was also brave enough to fight for one of the injustices that is happening in a Philippine university, then maybe, our reasons were not enough to justify accordingly to what we are trying to point out. As what 18th century British judge William Murray Mansfield said to a colonial governor ignorant in the law, “Consider what you think justice requires, and decide accordingly. But never give your reasons; for your judgment will probably be right, but your reasons will certainly be wrong.” Or maybe, we are again victims of every bullshit school system in the Philippines. Heck. But still, I don’t want to really squeeze this matter until I will lose my breath and die a martyr. So maybe I need to lie low. But still it bothers me. Yeah right, it is just a tip of a finger nail when compared to big issues of injustices our society has now but still it falls under the category. Every small thing has a right to be heard, ayt?
Now it comes to the point of where did all this start? Ok… during the dawn of the finals week, of course, we are too much pre-occupied on lots of things: studies, subjects to catch up before failing, and presentations equivalent to one final exam. No way can we also exclude the fact that we dreamed beyond the pigments of our imagination of enjoying a little breather and going home for the semester break. Behind the nausea of studying over hundred-page reviewers for the finals, we still get to have reveries on miles away fantasy called home. And an injustice such as this situation that I’ll raise right now just gets our cranial nerves to pop out all the motor neurons and sensory neurons we have. It intervenes our hypothalamus to exert emotional impulses of excitement and fun. Anyways, so it all started with this buzz about students endangering their grades in our NSTP-CWTS (National Service Training Program-Civil Welfare Training Service, it’s a very redundant name, I know) because they lack number of hours (a total of 54 hours). Since I don’t have any late nor absences for that matter, I’m confident enough that I don’t need to start boguing myself on sacrificing my thrill of going home by attending make-up classes after the finals. Boo! I’m clean therefore I don’t have to mind it. Besides, I asked our Student Assistant a.k.a our Team Manager regarding our status since other team managers are very generous enough to inform their respective teams, and she told us that if you don’t have any problems at all, why worry? Oh well, what a nice move from our SA. And I’ve thought that she really was a fallen guardian angel of our team.
Sad to say, she’s not like that really. Or maybe the kingdom of injustice really wanted to kill me that in the morning of the last day of my finals week, I received or shall I say I did the first move to ask my team leader about our status in the CWTS wherein there he showed me a text message from our SA last night about the list of names of those who lack hours and must complete it by attending the make-up class sessions. I was a little worried back then because I have this enigmatic sensation that there must be something wrong on the way they compute the number of hours rendered by the almost 250 NSTP-CWTS students. Besides that, I heard rumors that some other members of the other teams, who swore that they are in complete attendance, found out that they are incomplete after all. And so goes that maybe I can be one of the poor victims.
And by fate as bestowed by heavens and the stars, my worst fear is right. I’m on the list. My friend who swore to God that she did not do something bad also succumbed the same curse. What the f**k! But I did not just jump out to a conclusion. Because maybe, there is just something wrong. But upon looking on some evidences, like our other team members who admit that they have a late and an absent were even not on the list, I smelled something fishy on this. Even if our fellow team leader somehow forgot to pass one attendance sheet that caused a minus in our number of hours, it still does not fit at all. Just consider the comparison between our other two members who are spared though guilty and my friend and I who are innocent enough but were sentenced. Now I feel how it is to be betrayed. I am like in the shoes of those convicted persons who by God’s divine wisdom our innocent but are victimized by the unjust rule of the society. But my situation is not that so melodramatic like theirs of course. I am just showing some hyperbole. :-]
So I need to fix this by first consulting to the in-charge. Although my math final exam was ruined but thanks heaven it was so damn easy, I manage to circumnavigate the university just to find them but where the hell are they? The NSTP-CWTS office was closed as it lived by its nature like that. The adviser was not around as expected. And so, my friend who also has the same sense of hunger for what happened and I were left exhausted. We have both decided since last weekend to go home tomorrow. We don’t have enough time to attend those make-up classes with which oh my, is very heavy and stressful. And we fear that if we will not attend, our status will be the same and we will have a failure on this subject whatsoever. If that’s the case, since this is a mandatory training to all freshmen Filipinos, if we fail this, we need to take it up next year, in our second year in college together with those next school year’s newbie’s. Damn it!
Like what the quote conveys, it’s better to have a war for justice than have peace in injustice. Unlike the others, I don’t want to just accept the thought of attending the make-up classes as a punishment for being a late comer and an absent-minded and literally absent moron. I’m not like that. I don’t have the right to be punished. I did not do anything wrong. Is there something that I should be punished about? Another point is: so, it means that in order to pass the first semester in this subject you need to get a perfect attendance? What is this? A military camp? I am just grateful that there is also a person other than me who feels the same way. Actually many of us were victimized by this flaw but only my friend and I retaliated. We are not contented to be just silent babies who obey their nanny to stop crying even though it is the need of their system to cry. We are not contented to just accept the punishment well in fact we know it is unjust. For Christ’s sake our university is a bastion of democracy so why hush? This whole thing just bothered me for the whole last day before sem ends.
Since the adviser or any in-charge is nowhere to be found we need to do something. So the night before the start of the make-up classes and the night before I will go home, I texted my friend that we will meet tomorrow, go to the office if it is open, tell the adviser or any SA in-charge about our concern and whatsoever will be the outcome, go home safe and sound. And here came the morning. I was carrying my “heavy bags” as I waited for my friend. But she was not there yet. Something’s wrong. Maybe, as her great alibi, she was not able to receive my text message the other night. So I texted her again and again and went to the office again and again but still its undisputed nature’s the same---still no attendant to be found. I grew impatient and created thoughts of the noble what-if’s. My mind was divided into my two alter egos who are arguing of what should be done. Well, I must really be crazy. What if I will just attend the make-up class half-day and just rush home in the afternoon? No, because I already made up my mind and I should try first the plan before making up with the decision, right? There’s no harm in trying. No, what if I just swallow up my pride and obey the rule? No! This is not just about pride it is about principles. You know it’s wrong, it’s absurd and it’s unjust. You are old enough to speak and fight for it. What if I will just go home now, sleep this shit and consider it as one of my worst nightmares? No! It is your grades dummy! So slap your face back to reality because you cannot go home without fixing this first!
STOP! I had enough. Since my friend is sort of not replying so maybe I should deal with this in my own way. Luckily, I have a mobile number of our dearest adviser so I will just text him regarding our concern. Shoot. I should have thought about it earlier! And it’s 5 pages, meaning I sent him 5 long text messages. Just so beautiful! I did it in my utmost respectful manner. I just wished that my leader gave me our adviser’s real number or else I will kill him. With that I think I’ve done my part so I texted my friend that I will just go home because I’m tired of waiting and if she will do something else, I begged her to inform me. And after a billion of dull moments I had waiting, she replied. And guess what? She really was not able to receive my message (yeah right!). She told me that I should go now because she will go to the office to fix the problem. That time I was already riding on a vehicle going to Iloilo City. She promised me that she will try her best to follow up our concern since I told her that I have informed our adviser already. “We did not do anything wrong so it is our right not to attend the make-up class,” she said. Good luck!
I was on the departure area in the sea port when I received her message. And am I just lucky or was it just divine intervention that happened? I nearly cried when I read her text message. It says that I must not worry anymore because everything was just a mistake. She met with the one who is in-charge with all those encoding thing and they both re-checked her number of hours and mine as well. It turned out that there was just a big mess while encoding it and there was just a confusion going on with the recording stuff. She assured me that everything was fine now and that I don’t need anymore to have make-up classes. Wheeww… I was like a winner of a trip to Europe for six when I found out about it. It’s as if a huge nebula was extracted from my chest that all I did was thank everything and everyone about it. I know since then that what I’m doing was just fine and I know that even in our own little way we can achieve justice. All I can do was just laugh and smile as I remembered all the things I have done yesterday and today. And how can I be more thankful to my friend and to God for being there to help me aim for the truth. As what my favorite daily newspaper’s trademark always says, THE TRUTH SHALL PREVAIL and, will always be.
Now, all I need to do is check in our university’s online registration my grades for the first semester. I hope that the small magic of justice I’ve experienced will live up to its action and expectation until the end. I am not anymore crazy. I am not anymore angry and delusional. And I now only have one ego and it’s my freaking possessed die-hard justice rocker ME. ‘- )
Aeyoo!!! I'm home!
October 24, 2008
10:45 AM
Aeyoo! It has been weeks since I last visited here. It is maybe because the month of October really pre-occupied me with a lot of things. Just so much plain drama I think. I’ve just recently been dose with the epidemic of finals week and finally I’ve been cured with the three-week semester break. Actually I am kind of in a rush during the last few days of finals week. Oh well, I’m just so fixated with the fact of craving for the excitement of going back home and doing stuffs that I usually do which I cannot manage to do in the dormitory. You know, sorry to say though, but the town where my university is located is quite isolated with the fast-paced civilization. And I hope it is for the purpose to let the students focus more in their studies than be destructed with the plague of parties and bad influences of today’s youth, and teach the students the true principles of life---the hardest yet the best. It is part of the formula why our school is the most and ever prestigious University of the Philippines. Hell yeah, no school here can beat us and no one can question that. No one ever dared.
Anyways, so it has been a week now since I sped up going home. My, if you just know how much sweat and brow-raising I did in order to go home early. Since one day of wait for me is too much to spoil my excitement of going home, I decided not to attend our semestral-break party in our dorm and was branded as one of the few “KJ’s” (kill joy) as what they call it, who cannot manage to sacrifice a day to celebrate with their fellow dormers before the sem ends. Damn. I don’t care. Like I’m gonna miss one-half of my fun time if I was not there. Like duh… It is already buzzing around in our city since Masskara Festival is constantly heating up there. Before I forgot, October is the month of our festival so I always thank God that sem-breaks, coincidentally fall there. Haha. And I believe that some of my fellow dormers will even go there also to party before they go home to their fellow hometowns. Oh well, it’s a grand event so why hush?
Besides the dorm blues, I’ve also fought for the injustice that happened in our Civil and Welfare Training Service. (I call it injustice because there is no better yet ugly word that I can find in the dictionary to describe it. Peace on earth! It’s “ber month” already so Christmas is just a wink away). It is a command from the higher government that all students should have this training for two semesters. Hideous as it gets, here in our university, if we lack number of hours in our attendance record, we will automatically fail the “subject” for bullshit it has a grade. And failing such for the first semester means repeating it again for the first semester in second year, which is a whole lot of burden already. That’s why I really tried my best to air my complain about this issue of including me as one of those students who lacked hours and needed to attend the make-up classes during sem-break, which is again preposterous since I swear to all heavens and angels that I did not have any late nor absences in this freaking training. Sigh*… Anyways, I did what must be done about this unjust system and guess what? I am victorious. You see, I always believe that justice prevails no matter what. You just have to know how to speak up for what is not right and fair.
Well, that’s a lot of lost neurons that happened there. Going back, it has been a week now, and so how am I? Honestly, after that last four days of the festivities which is so damn fun, I’m back again with my old self. Yeah right, I have found my long-lost ego--- “The Me” during free time wherein there is no school, no home works, and no monster teachers and professors. I’m back to my good old boring days filled with lots of eating, sleeping and doing anything whatsoever in the computer like what I’m doing right now. Actually I’m supposed to meet with my friends right now and watch High School Musical 3 but until now I was not able to confirm if I’ll come and have not texted back. I love going out with them for it has been a four-month battle of missing each other and usually a snatch for a day in our school breaks can end those lonely hearts of ours. But still I declined the missed opportunity since I am usually broke every school breaks, I have spent my last penny during the dawn of the festival, and the timing was not right for they just informed me late in the evening last night so I was not able to ask for money. Sad me huhuhu… I can make it up to them someday. All I need to do is ask sorry first within this morning.
Ok, so that’s it for now. All I need to do is spend my break on its whatsoever peak and enroll for the next semester. Shoot… I forgot to check my grades in our online registration. Three subjects of mine have no grades yet though my general weighted average for now is 2.045 (making 1 the highest). It marked “good standing” but it is not that good enough for me. Demanding? It is part of my strategy why I always excel although being in a tough university is quite a challenge for my competency. Hush hush hush… It means I need to double-time next time… a little ring a bell will do.
BYEBYE!!! –XOXO-
10:45 AM
Aeyoo! It has been weeks since I last visited here. It is maybe because the month of October really pre-occupied me with a lot of things. Just so much plain drama I think. I’ve just recently been dose with the epidemic of finals week and finally I’ve been cured with the three-week semester break. Actually I am kind of in a rush during the last few days of finals week. Oh well, I’m just so fixated with the fact of craving for the excitement of going back home and doing stuffs that I usually do which I cannot manage to do in the dormitory. You know, sorry to say though, but the town where my university is located is quite isolated with the fast-paced civilization. And I hope it is for the purpose to let the students focus more in their studies than be destructed with the plague of parties and bad influences of today’s youth, and teach the students the true principles of life---the hardest yet the best. It is part of the formula why our school is the most and ever prestigious University of the Philippines. Hell yeah, no school here can beat us and no one can question that. No one ever dared.
Anyways, so it has been a week now since I sped up going home. My, if you just know how much sweat and brow-raising I did in order to go home early. Since one day of wait for me is too much to spoil my excitement of going home, I decided not to attend our semestral-break party in our dorm and was branded as one of the few “KJ’s” (kill joy) as what they call it, who cannot manage to sacrifice a day to celebrate with their fellow dormers before the sem ends. Damn. I don’t care. Like I’m gonna miss one-half of my fun time if I was not there. Like duh… It is already buzzing around in our city since Masskara Festival is constantly heating up there. Before I forgot, October is the month of our festival so I always thank God that sem-breaks, coincidentally fall there. Haha. And I believe that some of my fellow dormers will even go there also to party before they go home to their fellow hometowns. Oh well, it’s a grand event so why hush?
Besides the dorm blues, I’ve also fought for the injustice that happened in our Civil and Welfare Training Service. (I call it injustice because there is no better yet ugly word that I can find in the dictionary to describe it. Peace on earth! It’s “ber month” already so Christmas is just a wink away). It is a command from the higher government that all students should have this training for two semesters. Hideous as it gets, here in our university, if we lack number of hours in our attendance record, we will automatically fail the “subject” for bullshit it has a grade. And failing such for the first semester means repeating it again for the first semester in second year, which is a whole lot of burden already. That’s why I really tried my best to air my complain about this issue of including me as one of those students who lacked hours and needed to attend the make-up classes during sem-break, which is again preposterous since I swear to all heavens and angels that I did not have any late nor absences in this freaking training. Sigh*… Anyways, I did what must be done about this unjust system and guess what? I am victorious. You see, I always believe that justice prevails no matter what. You just have to know how to speak up for what is not right and fair.
Well, that’s a lot of lost neurons that happened there. Going back, it has been a week now, and so how am I? Honestly, after that last four days of the festivities which is so damn fun, I’m back again with my old self. Yeah right, I have found my long-lost ego--- “The Me” during free time wherein there is no school, no home works, and no monster teachers and professors. I’m back to my good old boring days filled with lots of eating, sleeping and doing anything whatsoever in the computer like what I’m doing right now. Actually I’m supposed to meet with my friends right now and watch High School Musical 3 but until now I was not able to confirm if I’ll come and have not texted back. I love going out with them for it has been a four-month battle of missing each other and usually a snatch for a day in our school breaks can end those lonely hearts of ours. But still I declined the missed opportunity since I am usually broke every school breaks, I have spent my last penny during the dawn of the festival, and the timing was not right for they just informed me late in the evening last night so I was not able to ask for money. Sad me huhuhu… I can make it up to them someday. All I need to do is ask sorry first within this morning.
Ok, so that’s it for now. All I need to do is spend my break on its whatsoever peak and enroll for the next semester. Shoot… I forgot to check my grades in our online registration. Three subjects of mine have no grades yet though my general weighted average for now is 2.045 (making 1 the highest). It marked “good standing” but it is not that good enough for me. Demanding? It is part of my strategy why I always excel although being in a tough university is quite a challenge for my competency. Hush hush hush… It means I need to double-time next time… a little ring a bell will do.
BYEBYE!!! –XOXO-
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
my yearbook drama
this is from my comm1 class essay report... we were asked to bring a thing that is recently have been somewhat memorable in our life... oh well the most melodramatic thing that i can only think of was my yearbook so i wrote something about it...
-my yearbook drama-
There was a lot of drama that I have encountered before I was able to get my yearbook. Just to get it, I nearly met two accidents on my way home and back to the Miagao campus. I have to cut some of my classes, actually, my major classes because I have reached overtime to the allowable span of time that I'm supposed to get it. Also, I must not forget the imitation of an action-packed movie in my conquest for my yearbook. But eventhough I suffered enough trouble, I believe that it's all worth the drama.
The near-accident-prone experiences of mine before and after getting my yearbook were really memorable. Before going to the seaport, I nearly bumped on a moving car in the side of the street. Actually, I was hurrying up to catch up the next trip and I was not able to see an approaching car beside me that if I move one foot on the open side of the street, I could have been busted. And looks like I received a double karma because before I reached the nearest jeepney going to Super, a white unscrupulous car bumped my bag and nearly made me tumble to the ground. Fortunately, my life was spared, although the cord of the radio in my bag was detached from the radio.
Accidents were accidents but the cutting of classes part was my choice. I need to skip the NSTP-CWTS(National Service Training Program-Civil Welfare Training Service) class just to catch up the afternoon trip. Since Monday that then was holiday and there was no class in the high school building, I need to go on Tuesday morning which means sacrificing my 7am Geology 11 class. Also, since I cannot catch up the 8:30 Zoology 10 lec class, I cut classes there too. My 10:45 trip to Iloilo was delayed and making it to my 1pm Zoology 10 lab class was impossible summing up to three skipped classes in my heavy Tuesday schedule.
Among the three subdramas, the action-packed conquest for my yearbook was the best part. In order to make my homecoming worthwhile, I need to embody roadrunners speed to rush an early trip and spend majority of my Saturday at home. Because of that rush hour, it seems that I forgot some of the things I want to bring back home-my toothbrush, my notes, my books, and my cellphone charger. But still, nothing beats my “grand alumni homecoming” in my dearest high school wherein I was like circumnavigating the world looking for the yearbook moderator to get my yearbook immediately. Because everything was delayed already, panic struck me to constantly remind or even plead to the driver of the Miagao jeepney to imitate Michael Schumacher to hurry up so that I can make it to the 4pm PE long exam.
You may ask me why I have to risk my life on hit-and-runs, to be oblivious on things, to make myself shameless on demanding the drivers and the yearbook moderator, and, to sacrifice my major subjects, for the sake of a high school remembrance. But I guess, having seen my yearbook already, it's all worth it anyway. It is not just a thing but a world of memories that lasts for a lifetime. It contains the faces that launched a thousand memoirs, making my life, my high school life, move faster and slower at the same time. It is not the thing, but the people of whom I have loved the most and beloved me in return, whom I have shared my lowest lows and my highest highs, and, of whom the every single strand of heartfelt and heartache memories in my soul belonged to...
---oh well... that's all... i just finished this for about an hour...
***FYI: My school, the Univ. of the Phil. -Visayas is in Miagao, a town in Iloilo province... i live in another province which is just beside the panay is. where Iloilo is located... but still, i need to cross "ocean-ocean" just to go back and forth from my school to my home... haha...
-my yearbook drama-
There was a lot of drama that I have encountered before I was able to get my yearbook. Just to get it, I nearly met two accidents on my way home and back to the Miagao campus. I have to cut some of my classes, actually, my major classes because I have reached overtime to the allowable span of time that I'm supposed to get it. Also, I must not forget the imitation of an action-packed movie in my conquest for my yearbook. But eventhough I suffered enough trouble, I believe that it's all worth the drama.
The near-accident-prone experiences of mine before and after getting my yearbook were really memorable. Before going to the seaport, I nearly bumped on a moving car in the side of the street. Actually, I was hurrying up to catch up the next trip and I was not able to see an approaching car beside me that if I move one foot on the open side of the street, I could have been busted. And looks like I received a double karma because before I reached the nearest jeepney going to Super, a white unscrupulous car bumped my bag and nearly made me tumble to the ground. Fortunately, my life was spared, although the cord of the radio in my bag was detached from the radio.
Accidents were accidents but the cutting of classes part was my choice. I need to skip the NSTP-CWTS(National Service Training Program-Civil Welfare Training Service) class just to catch up the afternoon trip. Since Monday that then was holiday and there was no class in the high school building, I need to go on Tuesday morning which means sacrificing my 7am Geology 11 class. Also, since I cannot catch up the 8:30 Zoology 10 lec class, I cut classes there too. My 10:45 trip to Iloilo was delayed and making it to my 1pm Zoology 10 lab class was impossible summing up to three skipped classes in my heavy Tuesday schedule.
Among the three subdramas, the action-packed conquest for my yearbook was the best part. In order to make my homecoming worthwhile, I need to embody roadrunners speed to rush an early trip and spend majority of my Saturday at home. Because of that rush hour, it seems that I forgot some of the things I want to bring back home-my toothbrush, my notes, my books, and my cellphone charger. But still, nothing beats my “grand alumni homecoming” in my dearest high school wherein I was like circumnavigating the world looking for the yearbook moderator to get my yearbook immediately. Because everything was delayed already, panic struck me to constantly remind or even plead to the driver of the Miagao jeepney to imitate Michael Schumacher to hurry up so that I can make it to the 4pm PE long exam.
You may ask me why I have to risk my life on hit-and-runs, to be oblivious on things, to make myself shameless on demanding the drivers and the yearbook moderator, and, to sacrifice my major subjects, for the sake of a high school remembrance. But I guess, having seen my yearbook already, it's all worth it anyway. It is not just a thing but a world of memories that lasts for a lifetime. It contains the faces that launched a thousand memoirs, making my life, my high school life, move faster and slower at the same time. It is not the thing, but the people of whom I have loved the most and beloved me in return, whom I have shared my lowest lows and my highest highs, and, of whom the every single strand of heartfelt and heartache memories in my soul belonged to...
---oh well... that's all... i just finished this for about an hour...
***FYI: My school, the Univ. of the Phil. -Visayas is in Miagao, a town in Iloilo province... i live in another province which is just beside the panay is. where Iloilo is located... but still, i need to cross "ocean-ocean" just to go back and forth from my school to my home... haha...
Monday, October 6, 2008
welcome to my new surreal world...
for over a hundred pigments of imagination under a saga, i have finally made up my mind to really have my own sole blog site...
oh well... i need changes and explore the cyberworld... it's fun... stress-free... or shall i say... let your stress free??? haha... it's now october 7, 2008... i just took up my geo 11 long exam... and this week until next week is our exam week... shoot.. ughhh... i have not started any subjects yet... can't think anymore... and the only remedy for this is to stop minding about it and shift my mind from that horror to entertainment... surf... watch dvd's... you know... just for awhile... just to make myself not under pressure...or in boiling water...
ok so... welcome to me... yipee!!! haha... this blog site is really great!!! user friendly... i wonder why i have to stuck my butt out of those other not-that-really-for-blog sites... why i have to endure the pain of being patient about those errors and unending loading and buffering... heck... now i have a "real one"... thanks for boredom... for letting my strand of neurons find another way to make myself busy and fun at the same time...
i love making blogs... i may not be that good in making one... but i dont give a damn if im making uninteresting topics... i just want to write something about some thoughts that bothers me and lingers all the time in my brain... those annoying bastards which tries to make my cerebrum pop out in thin air 'coz they want to get out and infect others...
hah.... wheww...now im relieved...
actually, i am now in our internet-accessed area in school... i still have to prepare for my next "end-of-the-world" class...
so, i think this is the start of something new... im living it, laughing it, loving it...
-XOXO-
oh well... i need changes and explore the cyberworld... it's fun... stress-free... or shall i say... let your stress free??? haha... it's now october 7, 2008... i just took up my geo 11 long exam... and this week until next week is our exam week... shoot.. ughhh... i have not started any subjects yet... can't think anymore... and the only remedy for this is to stop minding about it and shift my mind from that horror to entertainment... surf... watch dvd's... you know... just for awhile... just to make myself not under pressure...or in boiling water...
ok so... welcome to me... yipee!!! haha... this blog site is really great!!! user friendly... i wonder why i have to stuck my butt out of those other not-that-really-for-blog sites... why i have to endure the pain of being patient about those errors and unending loading and buffering... heck... now i have a "real one"... thanks for boredom... for letting my strand of neurons find another way to make myself busy and fun at the same time...
i love making blogs... i may not be that good in making one... but i dont give a damn if im making uninteresting topics... i just want to write something about some thoughts that bothers me and lingers all the time in my brain... those annoying bastards which tries to make my cerebrum pop out in thin air 'coz they want to get out and infect others...
hah.... wheww...now im relieved...
actually, i am now in our internet-accessed area in school... i still have to prepare for my next "end-of-the-world" class...
so, i think this is the start of something new... im living it, laughing it, loving it...
-XOXO-
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