I just want to write

Sometimes I can be really shallow when it comes to happiness. My life isn’t getting any better this summer. Little things seem to have made my day this summer which include:

Archive reading:

• I’ve found out that my old t35 blog is still up and running. I decided to take a trip down memory lane by reading all previous blog posts. But before I go into that I just realized how crappy that layout was. Anyway it’s so nice to read something that happened during first year.
• I also looked at rizals_retreat (English Yahoo group) archives and saw how mischievous 1F really was last year. It’s nice to reminisce the past.
• Look at Yahoo! Archives and enjoy your funny conversations with your friends like it happened just yesterday! It’s really fun reading all of those wacky things we talk about in conferences or the topics we talk about to other people.

Little facts that made me happy

• Barbie Almablis is from DLSU!
• I’ve added an extra 512 MB ram on my computer. So it’s now 1.2 GB RAM
• I finished The Broker by John Girsham, Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci Code both by Dan Brown.
• Summer classes aren’t that bad.

Things that made me sad

• DLSU’s suspension. Surprisingly it didn’t affect me as much as it was supposed to. Supposedly, I should be in comatose right now.
• Geometry is boring. Chemistry seems more interesting than Geom. I always though Chemistry would be my weakest but Geometry is on the way to ruin my 3^rd Year.
• Forgettable first lead guitar stint

Summer classes are not as enjoyable as I had hoped that it would be. Aside from that fact that Jet keep on passing notes during Geometry time, or Malvin and I copying each others stuff, just like what we did during first year, it’s pretty much the same C2, Yakisoba and proving that we endure everyday. Aside from that I am forced to wake up early everyday just to get a head start for next school year. Am I really that serious?

According to Wikipedia:

Murphy's law (also known as Finagle's law or Sod's law) is a popular adage in Western culture, which broadly states that things will go wrong in any given situation. "If there's more than one way to do a job, and one of those ways will result in disaster, then somebody will do it that way." It is most commonly formulated as "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."

I’ve always been interested with this. It really answers why life is being cruel to me at times? Example, one day is searched for my wallet high and low, left and right all over my bedroom. My search was in vain, I concluded so I checked my parent’s room yet no avail. After remembering Murphy’s Law, I forgot to check the first place where I am supposed to check, the pocket of my pants. Murphy’s Law is amazing and I propose a study on this law. Maybe that should have been my ERD last year, the study of a psychological law, namely Murphy’s Law.

La Salle Green Hills Murphy Law:
· Homework will be given on the worst possible time
· Projects will always come in groups (Science and Math projects, English and CL projects and the like)
· During a graded recitation in which you didn’t prepare for, you will be called first.
· The most important part of your notes are illegible
· You will be pulled out when you are taking down important notes
· 90% of your test covered the illegible notes and the notes which you missed
· When you want to copy assignments from someone, everyone expected that they could copy from you

These are some things that happen at LSGH to a lot of students. Take my word, anytime within your stay at LSGH, you should have at least experienced any of these.

Should I have any violent reaction because of the UAAP Board’s decision? Not really. I just want to know a few things:

• Why won’t the UAAP Board release the findings?

I miss writing. I read somewhere that you are a writer if the first thing you want to do once you get out of your slumber is to write. What if you want to write but can’t write anything, are you considered as a writer?

We’ve often heard the term it’s easier said than done, which is true actually. How many times have we said to ourselves that we will do something yet end up falling behind? How many promises have we broken to ourselves because of infinite reasons? How many times have you said that you will study harder this school year? I will finish my work by this particular day? I will ask her out by this time? I will learn how to do this by this time? Countless goals, and yet, only a few get accomplished. Why set goals you think you are incapable of doing but you know you can do it? Why set goals if you know you won’t accomplish it but feel you’ll be able to surpass them? Sometimes, I think it’s just a matter of time when a person will finally step up.
Stepping up; a term used in sports when a player suddenly catches fire when it’s crunch time. A term used when you know your teammates are struggling and someone needs to emerge as a leader. In other words, it is to rise above yourself, to exceed your potential.
For next school year, whatever happens I have once again my regular sets of goals to try and do. As usual, the stuff like get better grades, meet new people, play more instruments, and the like are there. But, I figured out why I can’t accomplish goals per year. I think I’m too stuck up to accomplish multiple goals all at the same time. How can I study if I’m trying to concentrate on the guitar or vice versa? How can I meet new friends if I’m busy practicing for chess games? These are the stuff that I started to think about. Why not set 1 long term goal which we can focus on instead on looking at other goals? You know why we can’t do that? Because we are ambitious, we want a lot of things in life and we know we can’t have all of them. I guess I need to get rid of that mentality now so I’ll be able to move along. So what goal should I really aim for this year?

My journal is collecting dust. I have my own diary hidden in my room using simple notebook given to me March 2005. I’d usually find something to do with notebooks but I couldn’t find anything that this notebook could do. A diary is more like it, a notebook made out of recycled paper.

I discussed with my dad one time about the possible courses I’m going to take once I graduate High School. Computer Science, Literature, Education, Psychology or Philosophy should be the courses I’m going to take once I graduate. Unfortunately dad narrowed down my choices to two, Computer Science and Business Management.

I spent Holy Week in Bacolod. Talk about a long term sacrifice on my part. Aside from the fact that I don’t have anything to do there, my mom’s Lenten rituals made my stay more of a sacrifice than a vacation.

I’m going to Hong Kong this May. Personally, I don’t want to. Vacation for me is staying in the comforts of my own home enjoying summer as a kid. It’s not going out of the country and seeing Mickey Mouse running around the place. But honestly, I need a break.

SOS is coming up and we’re just getting busier. My head hurts, I spent the afternoon continuously coding stuff in Flash. Right now, I just want to rest!

Phew, what a long blog post.

Summer Monotony

The summer days are long hot, something I’m never accustomed to. I’ve never liked long; and especially hot days. Because of this, I’ve turned myself into a nocturnal creature, sleeping at 3 or 4 a.m. everyday and waking up at 1 or 2 pm the next afternoon; I get a 6 hour break from a long and hot morning and I can savor the cold air cooling me at night. But, is it the perfect deal?
It seems like this nocturnal syndrome, I’d like to call jiowl has negative effects on a person who has work to be done. Take for example, during the report cad day I timed my alarm clock to alarm at 6:30 a.m. to give me ample time to freshen up. I woke up at 7:30 a.m. only after water was sprinkled all over my face. Another reason why jiowl is particularly bad for you is because it distorts your fixed body clock. It’s as if you’re on a permanent jet-lag mode and it’ll be difficult to go back. It makes 1 p.m. seem as if it’s only 9 a.m., a four hour delay. Which means your body clock is set at a +1200 time zone, somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Have I talked senselessly enough?
I’ve finished the Da Vinci code and Angels and Demons within last week. I guess that’s enough to prove my boredom at home. Aside from that, countless FIFA games was part of my daily dose of anti-boredom. I’ve bagged another winning season with Manchester United before switching clubs; I’m now managing Real Madrid.
I’m off to Bacolod on Wednesday for another 4 days of extreme monotony. I know what’ll keep me busy there, a new book I just bought entitled The Broker.

Read if you must, last weeks chronicles
Last Tuesday was report card day, as usual I’d prepare the grades to be flash in the computer screen to be shown to the parents while sobbing, complaining or mesmerizing how their sons did during the 4th quarter. How about my grades? Not as impressive as the third quarter but good enough to get me an 85 average. I saw Ms. Kate near 2B and jokingly complained to her about my 83. Then we started laughing it off after I said that Raffy was A in deportment. I passed by 1D and talked to Ms. Tin before I stayed in the classroom with Sir Jolobs. The reason why I passed by both of them is because their birthdays are on April. Go figure. Afterwards I bought Marco Palomo a La Salle jacket. It was cotton, and at the back script lettering spelling out La Salle. I went back to the classroom again and spent my last few minutes there before going to Galleria. I left my jacket and let Sir throw it out the window for me. At Galleria, the SOS meeting at Starbucks was the right place for me to read the Da Vinci Code (and guess what, I finished it there). Awin, Archie and I had late lunch at McDonalds before going to RJ. I dropped Awin at LSGH before finding out that I was part of the honors assembly. I got to my position without knowing what to do the entire practice. The practice lasted for 15 minutes before we were dismissed. That Monday wasn’t that bad.
Last Wednesday was scary. It was pretty evident that none of us wanted to go back to Kolumn Bar or Restaurant, whatever. College bands were just laughing at us. Heck, I won’t blame them. I forgot my cable at Archie’s so I had no effects at all, my amplifier had no gain and let’s face it, not enough practice. Though I really feel bad for blowing it, my first ever lead guitar stint wasn’t that good, my guitar was just too loud, and the keyboard was too fast. I really feel bummed with what happened.
Last Friday was an ordinary day to say the least. Once I woke up, I immediately sent a message to two birthday celebrants, Marlo and Ms. Tin. I heard mass since it was first Friday and had lunch. While waiting for Marlo to pick me up, I indulged myself to another Dan Brown novel, Angels and Demons. He picked me at 5:30 then we went to DLSU. DLSU is my dream university, a place where I would like to see myself in 3 years. The university is just amazing. We had dinner at Dencio’s before going to Starbucks at Taft. Over there I met a guy who was taking MMA at CSB. MMA, or Multi Media Arts, is another course I am thinking of but after finding out a Com Sci course at DLSU has the same thing, I think it’s better to go to DLSU. Well, that MMA guy was making fonts, and how he did some image editing was just cool. I quickly stole his ideas and now can do more or less the same stuff. :P

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          I never really liked April fools day. I don’t see how joking around makes someone euphoric. Is it the joke or is it the idiotic, concerned or embarrassed expression on someone face. Though, bad jokes do circulate and it does affect people. I have nothing against jokers, not at all, though sometimes I don’t know where the borderline of a joke and a fact lies. If jokes are indeed half-meant, then I guess fact is much closer to a joke then what it is supposed to be. One example of a bad joke I received this afternoon was that Mr. Aleta died; I believed it for a while until I was told it was a joke, a bad joke. And that is one reason why I am not meant to be laughed with, I am meant to be laughed at. I’m so gullible that I was easily preyed upon by these jokes. I prefer to be laughed at. I never say jokes; on the occasion I do I get the weeeh treatment from everyone. Sometimes, because of my facial expression and how I say it, people actually think it’s for real. Now I’m really praying that something told to me last night is just a joke, I prefer not to share it.

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          The Da Vinci code has been a constant point of controversy for a really long time. I never really wanted to read it because of all of these things surrounding it. The day when I finally bought the book was the same day when the article from the Vatican came out stating that we shouldn’t buy it or read it. I asked several of my friends whether I should read it or not, and they simply said yes, simply because it is fiction. That was enough but my deep faith has constantly stopped me from reading the book. A few weeks ago I finally decided to open it up and take a small peek at it. I’ve caught myself reading it once in a while and a sudden interest. But in the end of the day, it’s really up to the reader whether he would like to believe in fiction or to continuously believe in the faith in which he grew up with.

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          I think I mentioned once that I am a frustrated comedian. I remember mentioning that particular post that I am better yet laughed at than laughed with. But today, I’m going to infer how come everybody loves fried chicken. Honestly, go to McDonalds, Jolibee, Kentucky Fried Chicken and several other fast food chains, I’m sure Chicken would fall on the top three most ordered. Go to any restaurant and you’ll see constantly chicken is ordered. Everybody loves chicken, fried chicken that is. What so particular about fried chicken is how much cholesterol there is in its skin, yet how juicy and soft the meat hidden under a vast layer of fat. Everyone just loves fried eagle, este! Fried chicken. It’s always a good treat if enjoyed with the family. Though feasting over fried chicken is always the best!
The UAAP board is sending the wrong message to their students once again. If procrastinating is discouraged, then why is it that these guys continuously and, perhaps, deliberately extend the decision making whether DLSU will be suspended or not? Soon people from Taft won’t only be feasting on fried eagle, but fried falcon as well. I guess we aren’t afraid to taste a tiger or a tamaraw as well. April 21, should be that day when I can finally:
Option A: Rest and be Happy
Option B: Die of a heart-attack
Option C: Open animal hunting season
Ironically, the UAAP board openly criticized DLSU because they were to slow to come out with results in their investigation. But right now, it’s been 5 months and they couldn’t answer one question. Welcome to the Philippines my friends!