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Thursday, June 26, 2003
Wow...
new blog format screen today! Last night's discovery of the upgrade threw me aback because the format initially got me all confused, today I can say that Blogger did a great job in updating its format! Good job Blogger!
I'm blogging in CS21a -- just like Tin: nainggit ako sa kanya, kaya't heto ako ngayon nagbloblog!
Anyhow... this is bad... illegal actually... so I'll make this really quick.
Since last night the Blog-Out system was acting really funny, today it's closed for maintenance or something to that effect. I'm wondering if that maintenance check will reset all the messages posted in the Shout-Out links for each respective blog. *sigh* I hope not.
I have to read and figure out java more. It'll be a pain eventually if I don't get the scripts soon...
Anyhow... the guilt is getting to me. I gotta jet. I'll write more later.
Adios.
Uh...
what just happened to Blogger?
I don't know if the upgrade is a good thing or a bad thing. I'm wishing that it is though...
I'd like to thank the people who signed my shout-outs. People actually listen to me! I hope y'all keep on signing... don't hesitate to shout-out... it's really nice to hear from people!
A few things before I blog...
Roman Holiday -- where you from? Could you tell me who you are? Thanks. It would be really appreciated. :)
I really don't know what got into me when I signed up for Lagliva's class... initially, I wanted a 730-900 am class every TTH, and that I wanted a good teacher. And so I signed up for his class... but Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the reality has just sunk in vividly: he teaches in Filipino.
I mean, I knew he teaches Philo in Filipino... but HE TEACHES PHILO IN FILIPINO.
It's such a challenging thing!
I have to say, it was a pretty bold move for me to choose his class, since I'm not that excellent in Filipino. Although I have greatly improved in speaking and writing in Filipino compared to last year... and I feel a lot more comfortable speaking it compared to when I was still in high school. I still feel lost and intimidated in his lectures. Sometimes, I catch my brain stalling, trying to absorb the situation -- it is difficult to listen and take notes at the same time -- and to make things funnier, when all personal comprehension fails and I really couldn't translate the neat stuff my very brilliant & witty teacher is saying, I just write my notes in English. *bleah*
But this is it people. I made my choice. And I will endure him for 2 sems... not only endure.... I will: Outwit, Outplay & Outlast him for the very challenging 2 sems.
I am a survivor.
I wrote a poem in his class today though... (yep, that was the moment I've conceded to the fact that my brain, my ears and my hands are not coordinating -- as if they had some downtime or something) I got inspired by the wrapping paper of my notebook... The wrapping paper I used by the way, was a promotional ad of Japanese artist Kyoko for her album Under the Silk Tree. This poem differs from a lot other poems I've written, because it was written in spontaneous thought, without meaning to convey a message. It just came out... like *boom!* -- yeah, just like that. And I just figured out what it meant, right after I wrote it. Neat huh? So here goes my sponteaneous thoughts, tell me what you think about it...
"Under The Silk Tree"
I once asked a worm
Where he lived
He told me to go east
Where the sun rose
I lost my path
And went instead
to the spot directly
beneath the moon
There a silk tree
stood alone.
And under it
I found the worm
(and his home)
June 26, 2003
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
I hope people will react to my blogs more. I'd like to know what people think about what I write in there... There's a really neat tool below each blog that says: Shout Out and that's where you, the reader, comments about what me, the writer, has said, written and done.
Josh asked me this morning, why am I so happy...
Me: Dude... I'm always happy.
Josh: Nope... you were angry before, but happy... see you were angry but nice...
Me: I WAS?!!! Uh, really? When? ... But see, I'm happy now, because I've got the love of Jesus in my heart.
Josh: And that applies for me too.
So the question is... Why am I happy?
Cause I'm free. It's just so refreshing to live day to day without carrying a Samsonite luggage containing 150 kilos of rice. Yea. That's how free I am. I'm soaring like an eagle and in this moment... I am happy.
All who know me will understand what I said. It is afterall, beyond words. Mwahahaha!
Monday, June 23, 2003
A good friend signed my guestbook through a private entry, and left a really nice message. Naturally, since this person left it on a private format, I couldn't really share it...
But hopefully, this person who gave me the nice message will read this blog... (as I don't have much time to email personally -- and I'm so sorry about that)
To you... (You know who you are...)
Thank you for your message. I knew you were kidding about being cynical. I didn't take it to heart, don't worry. And though I claim I'm a cynic, the truth is I'm a poser sort of cynic. It's nice to "scare" people a little bit. I have to say that I'm a better person now... and though, I still consider myself a Once-Burned-Never-Play-With-Fire person, I have learned that burning is the only way our skin gets tougher... it's a life process that teaches us to adapt and evolve in life. The challenge we have to cope with in the whole bio-rhythm is to keep that skin sensitive enough to feel the essence of people, without anger, hate and vengeance despite everything -- And I've learned all of these through the storms that I've encountered the past few months.
As for loving people unconditionally... it's unfair, I agree... but we all will love a person unconditionally, and hopefully that other person will love you back the same way. Currently, I'm sharpening my skills of discernment to be able to distinguish a love that holds you down from a love that sets you free. Yes, I smile more and I laugh a lot more often too. I'd like you to do the same. And of course, keep on dancing. It's so much fun to dance -- you lose weight pa and tone all your muscles in your body! (You know what I mean)
Sunday, June 22, 2003
It's about time that I blog once again. My last entry was eons ago... rather last May 27, 2003.
Chinkin has shouted-out: Clamoring that I update my blog, so here goes this update.
First of, my computer has been dead for 3 weeks. Today, it has been revived. It is not completely well yet. I have so much programs yet to be completely installed. That means no Yahoo messenger and ICQ for a couple of days more. But at least, I could do my CS21a projects, and other needed homeworks, and check email etc... Life (at least for me), especially when your tracks are CS based, is quite unimaginable without the computer.
*Bleah.*
Ok. Here goes my bunches of updates/insights/thoughts/etc....
1. Last week was definitely something. The first week of school, the week after OrSem was a pretty chaotic week in this structured way. It was full of ironies, but for some divine intervention things eventually settled and everything was just fine.
After a very fulfilling and tiring TNT experience at OrSem, I would have thought that I would just fall off the stairs unexpectedly last week. Yes -- I was that exhausted. But despite the exhaustion, I was actually happier and more energized: ready to take on the world the whole week last week. Even if load reving was such a hassle -- I had to go to school on the no-school-Friday to finish everything -- it all went well, and it was worth it. At least, my subjects are ok and my tracks are finally finalized. And though I was tired, I was just so contented and calm about the world despite the topsy-turvey situations happening right in front of my very eyes. For the first time in a very long period, I took things slowly and coolly, without panic. It felt nice. And it still feels nice.
2. Blender Unplugged, last June 19 (Thursday). I'm just so happy about it. I was finally able to sing my heart out in front of a paying crowd. I sang an Alanis Morissette medley, I started with Forgiven then You Oughta Know then Perfect then back once again to Forgiven. It's just amazing: that was definitely an experience. Sometimes, I'd like to repeat that night cause it was just the best. Aside from just finding release on an alternative plane and being able to express myself in another way... that night, I felt the strings of friendship snugly tighten into place as my family and friends came and watched the show. I felt very honored and loved. And I'd like to thank them all, with my whole heart.
3. Art Materials. I completed set of art materials required for my Painting and Drawing class today. I know it's funny to be happy about my art materials, but whenever I receive something that I have a little knowledge about, and that I feel has so much potential under my hands, I get excited and ecstatic. I feel like a god who can create and perhaps destroy something. Ideally, I wouldn't like to destroy something, but sometimes, things go wrong... but art happens. No kidding. Anyhow.....I've just realized that Art is the excuse of people to make life more beautiful than it really is. Take that statement however you want to, but that's my realization. I have a finer way of saying that statement again, but I'll post that next time.
4. We usually don't realize there's a rainbow in white light. The only time we see the 7 shades of color in the whiteness of light is when we use a prism. I've learned that in life we have to go through tough times, to establish the placements of our prisms. And after a fall, an encounter with darkness or despair, we settle our prisms into place to help us distinguish the blinding light from the people behind it.... Instead of seeing a the absence of color (blackness) or the presence of it (whiteness) we see the people who really mattered from the very start: The people who make the rainbow. At this point in time, as after the storm a rainbow appears, I am happier. Today I make the past my prisms to keep me reminded of the rainbow that had shown itself after the storm. And I see the beauty of the world beyond the art that we make of it more now: Raw, simple and solemn.
~ ~ ~After every storm, there's a rainbow - Mariah Carey
