Foe Toes

I just thought I'd drop by for a post 'cause I still have my final exam in Philosophy 10 tomorrow and I have to cram-study until daytime.

Let's go to the topic for today - FOE TOES!

Kasaysayan 1 field trip to Cavite foe toes:


Road trip: That's us in the bus. To explain the worn-out look, I just woke up.
From left: Kurt, Paula, yours truly, Diane (behind me), and MheAnn


An umbrella modelling show at Mt. Nagpatong, where Andres Bonifacio was shot dead.
From left: Diane, Lia, me, and MheAnn

I know. Low-res foe toes suck, right? It's MheAnn's fault. Don't blame me.

Next time, I'm going to post more foe toes from my classes. I'm just waiting for my Creative Writing friends to give them to me to get some publicity. And we have this plan of taking a candid foe toe of our favorite teacher. Right, classmates?
Yap! Yap! (Hi to Jen, Rorie, Zen and Owen).

Dana hasn't uploaded our block-kada foe toes yet. We've been waiting for an entire epoch! I heart yoo still, Dana. And Jali-berry, thanks for the coffee crumble cake treat today. I never thought it would be that fun eating outdoors. Happy L_ _ _ _ Day to all the girls!

I apologize for not blog-hopping for a while. I will once my exams wrap up. I promise.

To Board or Not to Board?

I thought choosing one from Ateneo and UP was the biggest decision I ever made but I was wrong. There's another tough choice now.

TO BOARD OR NOT TO BOARD - that is the question.

Don't worry. I'm not going on with this Shakespearean thing 'cause there's nothing poetic about deciding if I'm going to leave my utopian abode for a chaotic jungle.

What a metaphor, huh?

Here's the thing: I'm scared to be homesick. I think I just can't digest it that I will not be going home everyday, entering the door, and greeting my anxious, anticipating family. My sisters don't want me to leave. I even missed Mom one day when I forgot to bring a cellphone 'cause it's like my, quoting a freshman essay, "perpetual umbilical cord" with her. There's also not going to be that sense of security that I feel whenever Dad's around. Heck, I'm going to miss them terribly and even though it somehow consoles me that I'll be returning home every weekend, it's not going to be enough. My family is my rainbow always after the rain (nyeh, sounds familiar?) .

The bright side in choosing the boarding house is that I don't have to endure one and a half hours of carbon monoxidic travel twice everyday and I can wake up late every morning 'cause my school's just next door. At the same time, there's Jen's condo nearby so whenever I feel jaded, I can just knock and we'll have a night-long movie marathon. Also, Daniw will just be a stone's throw away from the boarding house and that way, I can study there peacefully and without spending too much fare. This is if the house I'm going to stay in is Arlene's boarding house in Varsity Hills Subdivision. But how about if not?

Now you understand why it's a tough decision.

But ... hello ... no matter how much I rant about it and even if I weigh the pros and cons of boarding house life all night ... surprise, surprise ... I'm still going to go on board that big ship to the "chaotic jungle" of Loyola Heights-Katipunan-Diliman.

Bow.

An Appeal

I took out the "Occupation: Film Critic" section from my sidebar. Although I really enjoy simulating a film critic's work, I figured I haven't updated it for a thousand eras and I might never will.

About my lost mobile phone, I've recovered from it with the help of God. I'm proud that I didn't cry over it because it's my major tenet that I shan't weep over material things.

So, anyway, I feel so frazzled today because I slept [super] late last night to edit this certain paper outline. Still, I went to Daniw with Dana and Elsie this morning - as future journalists - to talk about the responsibility of media. As a product of our discussion, we drafted a letter to the Inquirer and the Phil. Star to appeal to networks about the lack of educational TV shows for children nowadays.

This is the reason why: I've observed the effect of the absence of such shows to my students. All they watch is telenovelas that have couples making out all over instead of viewing programs like Chikiting Patrol and Hirayamanawari because they are nowhere to be found in the airwaves anymore. And I'm telling you, the effect is BAD and it's getting worse. I need not detail on that.

I'm just hoping that the appeal gets noticed. Because if it does, well, it might make a huge impact and who knows? It might even initiate the production of 5 and Up-like shows and even put Digital LG Quiz back up every weekend.

We thought that if no one would do anything about these things, the wound of education in the country can never be treated. Thus, the three of us - along with our adviser, Mihlgrace - decided to take action; as the philosopher Hannah Arendt says, "Conformism is not action."

Nyeh, relevent yung quote noh?

The Missing IT

Yesterday was perfectly inauspicious. Our team lost the basketball game, my new flip flops were covered with mud, and I didn't get to meet my students. And that is not all ...

Remember this post almost a year ago?

Yes, it happened to me yesterday in Kenny Rogers'. I was having a boisterous lunch with my UNIV groupmates slash blockmates when I found out that it was already missing in my bag. My friends thought it was another lapse-of-my-memory thing but it wasn't. That time, it was real.

We gave up looking for it in the resto and even inquired in Seattle's Best. I wanted to go home and admit everything to Mom immediately but because I already lost all hope, I told my buddies that we should go on with our plans instead.

We rode a trike to Daniw to hear our adviser's suggestions for our "project." Even though my mind was still in disarray, it was the right move for me because the place has always been such a respite from the hustle and bustle of my everyday college life.

I was really glum this afternoon - because of my loss and because of another unexplainable thing - that I was resting my head on the shoulder of one of my fave classmates, Mhe-Ann, when she told me to count my blessings rather than think of my misfortunes. She prompted an epiphany: Why is it that we usually realize how blessed we are when we find ourselves in a negative state?

Now that I think of it, I was still lucky to have my dear friends with me yesterday or else I would really lose my mind and panic that I could've shaken the entire Loyola Heights. Man, buti na lang the girls kept me sane and composed. I-mention ko nga sila: Dana, Elsie, Gem, Jen, Marisel ... even JC (who entered the living room and announced that she just lost her mobile too - hay) and Tinggay (who kept on saying that my blockmates are crazy; well, they are). Thank you and I love you, guys!

As expected, Mom reprimanded me when I got home but Dad kept his calm and even said, "Okay lang 'yan, anak."

I know, huh? (What a really cool father I have.)

P.S. For some reasons, I'm not gonna give out my new number yet except to those few people whom I really have to give my number to (e.g. Mom). And hey, it's Mama Mary's birthday today. I hope you didn't forget to hear the Mass. ; )

What I Was Like ...

20 Years ago...
I would like to believe that I was still a simple substance.
15 Years ago...
I could already walk and talk a little bit. Maybe spitting out saliva and strutting down the sandy beach with diapers and squeak-squacking shoes.
10 Years ago...
I was a preschool student in St. Scholastica's College, Manila. I ranted about my classmates and my terrifying teacher, Ms. Seguban, to Mom all the time. Then I was playing Ice-Water. Sigh, kids.
5 Years ago...
The 12-year-old me. I was proud of bagging the gold medal in the Antipolo-wide chess tournament. That WAS then, but not anymore.
3 Years ago...
Now that I see it, I was still a kid 3 years ago, but at the same time I was already setting my goals before the school year started.
Last year...
I was nearly crying out loud that I wouldn't get into U.P. because I screwed up the UPCAT and all. I already had my bags packed for Ateneo until I heard the UP results ...
This year...
Like Cheenee, I'm also living THE life. I met new friends - all of them great, smart, and good-hearted people. I further discovered the beauty of my faith. Academics are going well. I don't feel like I'm missing something out anymore because I found what I really want to do, and it might even be for the rest of my life. I'm starting it now.
Yesterday...
I stayed a little late in my college because my groupmates and I were brainstorming for a non-UP research project we joined. I was dead tired when I returned home.
Last night...
I played Call of Duty first before I proceeded to my academic engagements. Before I dozed off to sleep, I read five long chapters of George Orwell's brilliant political novel 1984. Then yawns.
Today...
As usual, it was so fun during Creative Writing class and our block-lunch. I narrated a few [corny, but funny anyways] jokes. Anne gave away Twin Popsies for dessert; she's such a sweetie. I discussed the principles of Zen Buddhism to my group (of upperclassmen *shudders*) in Philosophy 10 then I went to my college after classes to brainstorm (again) with my groupmates.
Tomorrow...
Even though it's a Saturday, I'm still going to school (as usual) for my extra activities. I'm normally in school 6 days a week. Jali's going to submit our research paper outline to the assistant local coordinator (I hope it gets approved). My team's going to play a basketball game against the Orange team. I'm the point guard this time (and you should see my UP-labeled jersey - cute to the utmost level). I hope we'll win again 'cause my teammates and I really worked hard for it. After that, I'm going to meet up with my Kasaysayan groupmates to film a documentary and create a multimedia presentation at the Palma Hall lobby - of all places.
Next year...
I'm entering UP again as a sophomore, now frequenting the College of Mass Communication. I wish by that time, I'm still intact with my present friends - and closer than ever.
5-10 Years from now...
I wish I'm already a professional writer. After working as a journalist for a year or two, I find myself reading my cases as a student in UP College of Law with my future compañeras, Dana and Jem. Graduate after passing the bar. Enter my uncle's law firm. Occasionally spend time abroad with my parents and sisters. Marry my fiancé. Buy a house, have kids, then enroll them to an excellent Catholic school.

~ got this post from Cheenee, now I pass it to Ella. Hyah!