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Tint = Mirrors? NO. O_o

Wednesday, May 21st, 2008

 

After spending 2 straight days in the house, I decided that I just HAD TO go out. Somewhere. Anywhere. BUT, since I didn’t want to spend, my choices became quite limited, and I ended up going to UP Diliman. Well, fine, so I really had to go there anyway, but still… Over yonder, I met up with a friend… and we discovered that one of my bosses is her mom’s friend’s grandchild… or something of the sort. Small world and all that and eventually we found ourselves driving on to Ateneo de Manila to watch a game between their Church and, well, another Church. (Vicariate vs Vicariate, actually, but Church is so much easier)

ANYWAY, after a while, Patti’s poor little brother started getting tired, and, armed with his mothers phone-instructions to get him away from the noise and have him rest, we brought him to my car in an attempt to make him sleep. We failed, of course. In fact, we think he got even more bouncy when we took him away. But what Tita Lea doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

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Cute little bugger, aint he? That was, folks, taken in the only five seconds (approximately) he wasn’t hopping around the car. I’m surprised the car didn’t turn over or something.

So we were there, tiredly entertaining the little boy, when suddenly…

Patti: Pao, there’s this guy cleaning his face on my window.

Me: *fiddles with phone* Psh, stop kidding. The engine’s running. He can’t possibly not notice the car’s occupied.

Patti: *insistently* but he IS

Me: *sighs and turns around indulgently* *is shocked*

Patti, Little Boy, and Me: *bursts into uncontrollable fits of laughter*

Patti: Oh *laugh* god, I hope *chortle* he *giggle* doesn’t pick his nose *wheeze* or something…

Me: *chokes, fumbles for camphone*

The guy was making such strange and funny faces, I swear. I got my phone halfway through his second-to-the-last contorted face, but I figured taking a picture of that was too cruel. *ahem*NO, it was not just because Iwasjusttoobusylaughingtotakeashot*whistles innocently*

And lo and behold, when he finally moves on, and the three of us in the car were struggling to catch our breaths…

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He does it again to the next car in the parallel-parked-line. Ah, I’m surprised we didn’t rupture anything from laughing so much.

For people out there who use car tints for mirrors (like this guy wiping his face/picking his teeth/etc) PLEASE at least make sure there’s no one in the car. It can be very embarrassing for you. I had half the mind to "accidentally" roll down my window just to watch him wither with mortification. Others may not be as considerate.

And it gets more pointless…

Friday, May 9th, 2008

 

Really, my entries are. XD In any case, this will be very short. At least IF until I get un-hyper enough to think in terms human beings can understand…

Speed Racer is <3. So much <3. It’s really too bad that they didn’t play the original theme song though. And that Racer X never admits the truth here… in the cartoon he did, right? Well, as far as I remember he did… O_o OR did I just imagine that when I was a kid. Oh well.

SPEED RACER IS STILL <3! ((and the colours are bound to make you go insanely hyper. <3 <3 <3))

EDIT#01 - 09 May 2008 - +0800 GMT

I want to watch it on imax! 8D All the colours and layering in 3D! Omg, I’m getting giddy at the very THOUGHT of it! <3

Downward Spiral

Friday, February 1st, 2008

I’m still mad. Well, I wasn’t for about 24 hours, but now I’m mad again. The feeling isn’t any better, and I’m still getting feverish. I wonder if I’m mad because I’m sick or I’m sick because I’m mad?

You Know You’re Laid Back When…

Thursday, January 31st, 2008

You get mad only once a decade, twice tops; and when you DO get mad you can’t think or move for half an hour without fear of yelling or hitting something. When you have to grab a handful of ice to literally cool your head. And when, hours later, your head still hurts and you check your temperature to find out you’re feverish. I guess it IS true, what they say about people you’ve never seen mad…

UP Students, Please Go To Our Symposium!

Monday, January 28th, 2008

No, I Haven’t Died Yet…

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

…Although I felt very close to it on the twelfth…

Before I forget, though… Thanks to everyone who bothered to read and comment on my previous entries… XD I never really thought people’d bother with anything here… hahah. Except those who know me, of course. Since I bug them and I can get extremely “persistent”…

*clears throat* So… reasons for the lack of posts: life has alternately been boring and boring some more, and really, who wants to read about boring stuff?

Anywho, on to the actual post…

We had a demo workshop for Creative Writing 10 class (Basics of CW) yesterday… and it’s really funny how one’s major in college can consume one’s life…

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(During the workshop)

Angi: (on one story’s flow) The story’s a bit parabolic… there’s a really high point and then it sags and then suddenly shoots up again. It’s not neccesarily bad, but…

The rest of us: Parabolic? Huh?

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Angi: (on another story’s word usage) Be more careful on how you input the data in your story…

Us: Input… data?

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Angi: (on last story’s flow) Instead of a parabola, this one’s a bit like a negative polynomial function. The way it…

Us: NEGATIVE POLYNOMIAL FUNCTION??? o_O NO MOOORE…. NO MORE MATHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…

Me: TT__TT I left the College of Engineering only to hear about mathematical concepts in my creative writing class… It’s haunting meeeeeeeeee….

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Meanwhile, most of the rest of the period was spent staring blankly at the discolouration on the pad of my left ring finger. It looks like the wound I got from CWTS camping mutated. I mean, really. It’s barely three millimetres in diameter and yet it hasn’t healed in two weeks… and it’s yellow. O_x

How’d I get it, you ask? Here’s how… (WARNING: LONG USELESS SEMI-RANT AHEAD)

Over here where I live, we have this thing called National Service Training Program (NSTP) which is divided into three components - Reserve Officer Training Course (ROTC), Civic Welfare Training Service (CWTS), and Literary Training Service (LTS). Now, you don’t need to take all three, mind you. You get to choose one and stick to it for an entire year.

I chose CWTS. Another thing I have to explain is that different colleges (sometimes even different departments) offer different courses for CWTS. For example, the College of Social Sciences Dept. of Geography offers map-making or something to that effect, the College of Business Administration is fund raising for charity, College of Engineering Dept. of Geodetic Engineering has surveying, or maybe map reading and stuff, and the College of Engineering Department of Mining, Mineral, and Metallurgical Engineering, where I’m taking mine, offers Kampo-uno Rescue. Basically, rappeling with smatterings of first aid and ropemanship.

So… we had camp. Basically, to tie everything we learned together, and to see the practical uses of the skills they taught us.

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Random: That bus pass is actually VERY neon. It’s just that the scanner doesn’t scan neon. :P

When you go to camp, you generally expect tents like this…

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Above image taken from http://www.indymedia.ie/article/77224

But in our camp, we had long rows of…

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Note: It’s described in the site I pirated it from (http://www.fcsutler.com/fcwedgetentdetails.asp) as a “Civil War Wedge Tent”. But if you go to the site, you’ll see that these tents actually have doors. OURS, however, were more of tarps hung over rope with nails driven through the four corners to secure them @_@. Basically, those who didn’t bring their own tents (or didn’t have friends who did) were feasted on by ants and mosquitoes. Oh, and it drizzled at night.

… Thank god one of my buddies (as in buddy system, but since our group had an odd number attending there were 3 of us) thought of bringing a basic dome tent…

Come Saturday morning, my group was due to go trekking and rappeling.

Lesson # 1: Don’t wear basketball shoes in the mountains. Zero traction. And collects mud like hell. (They were the only rubber shoes I could bring… The others were in the laundry)

Lesson # 2: Hate the rain when you’re in the mountains. Not only did we have to take a different, LONGER route… the trail was… well, trailing. As in streams of water downhill that make you slip.

Lesson # 3: Going up the mountain in the rain with weak knees and/or recent knee injury is not a good idea. To be fair, I didn’t really have much choice… and I did hang on for more than 3/4 of the time… but by the time we reached the end I couldn’t stand anymore… O_o And of course, somewhere along the way, my knee gave a painful twinge uphill when I was barely two steps away from a long fall, and I had to grab on to something. That something was a thorny branch. And that branch is the cause of my yellow finger pad.

Lesson # 4: Adrenaline rushes are O_o. One of my group-mates (who hadn’t gotten any sleep due to a dreadful exam friday night) got high and started zooming up and down the mountain. Zooming, sliding, laughing maniacally as he did so.

Lesson # 5: Even dome tents can’t save your stuff from the rain. We came back to the campsite to find everything absolutely drenched. Well, everything but OUR stuff, since we shoved all of them into huge garbage bags in a fit of paranoia. Ah, thank goodness.

Lesson # 6: Bring extra shoes. The zipping group mate’s shoes died on him. And everyone else’s shoes got too… well, filthy and stank like the mountains. Fancy going home with fly-magnet shoes?

Lesson # 7: Well, nothing, really. 6 just seemed like a bad number to end at. Ha. Ha. Oh wait, there is something! Don’t drink coffee or anything that’ll make you answer the call of nature. ‘Cause in the mountains, it will be the call of nature. And girls are at a natural disadvantage over yonder.

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Girl: Uhm, sir, when can we get to a place with a CR? >.<

(male) Junior Instructor: *blinks uncomprehendingly* We’re in the mountains… :-/

Girl: Yeah, but the campsite had toilets, so… X_x

JI: We’ll be here a while. *nods sagely*

Girl: But, uhh… @_@

JI: There are lotsa trees and bushes. Pick one. I’m sure your friends won’t mind covering for you. :)

Girl: Uh, oh… nevermind… >.<

JI: Why? It’s fine, really. You can even go down a bit so that you’re sure no one can see you. :-?

Girl: Nah, it’s okay. I don’t really need to… yet… O_x

JI: No no, go ahead. :)

Girl: Uh… It’s a… girl thing… >.<

JI: O_O oh. Uh… *awkward pause*

Me: O_o poor soul

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Random: I wanted to hug the concrete when we finally made it to some part of civilization.

In the end, we had to leave our tents and transfer to this empty gym a few metres away. It looked, quite literally, like an evacuation centre. Except there was a karaoke machine. And a little table/store that sells cup noodles, hot water, biscuits, and bottled water…

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(See the karaoke machine on the stage?)

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It was still fun, though. Even with the whole cliffs-of-death-two-steps-away bit, and the mud-in-places-you-never-knew-you-could-get-mud-in bit.

… In any case, I called my sister (Atsi) in extreme boredom that night and told her of my knee. And it seems my friend’s sister was sitting with Atsi that night (they were in a common friend’s party) and heard about it. Except she tends to exaggerate.

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Sister of friend: Hey, did you hear?? Something happened to Pao’s leg!

Friend: O_o?!?!?! And you know this WHY?

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Sunday was pretty relaxing. Except they used the karaoke machine as a wake up call… Hahah. In any case, I had to sit out… but at least I had a companion (she ran a fever in the night), so I didn’t completely die of boredom. And later, when she left me to watch the last activity (swimming in ice cold water), another group mate decided to stay in, and the Sunday trek/rappel group was done for the day.

TT__TT They finished around noon! Cause the rain stopped! They took a shorter route, and they were CLEAN… Wet, yeah, but CLEAN WET. Meanwhile, we took til 4pm in the mountains, and we were covered in mud head to toe… Seriously, I tried rinsing the mud off for half an hour and failed… I was SO jealous. >.<

Bah. In any case, I called a friend to say we were on our way home. Because I was bored. That very same friend with the sister mentioned above.

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Friend: *as soon as she picks up* How’s your leg?!?!

Me: *blinks* Huh?

Friend: *accusingly* I had to find out from my sister, you know. Who had to find out from your sister.

Me: Ah. Party.

Friend: … LEG!

Me: KNEE. My leg is fine, my knee is… well, needs work.

Friend: Knee? But you’re fine?

Me: Yeah. Peachy.

Friend: That sister of mine… *grumble*

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Regardless, the trip was still fun. Also, I love my group mates! <3 They fed me! XD Heheh.

 

Why I Will Never Get Employment…

Monday, November 5th, 2007

 

I hate interviews. I swear. O_x You see, I half fail actual social interaction. Well, it’s okay if I know someone, or am speaking with a friend of a friend and such… but interviews and public communication just do weird things to me. Like drive me bat crazy.

You see, I’m taking up Engineering but I decided to shift. I realised that I’ll kill myself out of hatred for the subject matter if I continued. To Communication Reasearch. The essay exam was alright, but then afterwards we had to sit through an interview… and I died. @_@

Haha. I get so jittery during interviews that I forget to answer the questions and ramble on and on about random things… TT__TT *sob* I hope they still let me and my insanity in…

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Excerpt from ComRes interview of Pao. 05Nov2007. Approx 1344H +08GMT :

Interviewers: What name would you like us to address you with?

Me: *in freaky cheery voice* ”Oh! Pao is fine. I have many many names, but Pao’s the easiest, so that’ll do. *pause* Unless of course you’d prefer to call me something else… Then you can call me whatever suits your fancy. Well, I don’t really mind whatever you call me. Whether I actually answer to the name, however, is the question…

Interviewers: *silence* Okay. whatwasthatyouweirdperson???  … Why do you want to shift to ComRes?

Me: I want to take up ComRes cause it’s research! On communication! Whee. Lovely things, those. Interesting too. Oh, speaking of interesting… do you know that a few days ago some Australian policemen arrested a crocodile for pouncing on poor, unsuspecting fishermen? Quite funny, that. <3

Interviewers: No, not really… ohdearlordshe’sbloodyCUKOO

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Okay. So I was actually able to say a couple of cohesive reasons on why I wanted to shift like how math drives me battier than even interviews, and how many things will die if I deal much more of it much longer… but I didn’t say that ’cause it would make it look like shifting’s a last resort. Which it’s not, honestly. It’s actually one of the first. but that’s probably how the two interviewers are going to remember the proceedings. And the reasons I actually gave were too boring to blog about, of course.

ONE DAY, I WILL GO TO AND INTERVIEW AND NOT DIE! I SWEAR. ONE DAY. LIKE AFTER I DIE…

Wasted Lives…

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007

I’ve neglected this blog, haven’t I? Nearly two months without an update…  O_o Sorry for that, by the way. But sadly, between family stuff and job hunting, life’s taken a turn for the “Extremely Boring”. *sigh* In any case… on to the real content.

 

General Glossary:

Achi - eldest sister

Dichi - second older sister

Sachi - third older sister

Ahia - first older brother (Dihia for second, Sahia for third)

Shobe - little sister

Shoti - little brother

 

As you may have noticed or not, I prefer writing happy blogs. And on the rare occasion that I do write about something serious, I make an effort to do it in a light way. I’ve found that people set aside more time and effort to read light and happy things, so writing that way is best way to make them understand. 

But even I believe that there are some things that are just impossible to write about without an air of sadness.

 

A bit of background - I came from a high school (all girls) where nearly everyone knew each other one way or other. Sure, there were roughly a thousand students… but the community’s still pretty inter-connected (well, by a lot of people’s standards). Perhaps because we were all basically from the same Filipino-Chinese community. Usually, all the girls of a family’d go to our school, and so it isn’t surprising to find out that your Mom was best friends with your worst enemy’s aunt, or that your Achi used to be chums with your best friend’s Dichi and stuff like that.

 

Well, just a little over an hour ago, Achi called me. She was extremely distraught. “Katherine died.” she said. “Katherine got shot.”

As you can very well imagine, I got pretty confused. “What?” I asked. I actually thought she may have drunk a little. I mean, she just called out of the blue and told me someone had died. And Katherine… well. I knew a bloody lot of Katherines.

“Katherine Palmero. She got shot.” My sister, for all her lawyer-ly long windedness, couldn’t say much else.

“Who?” I asked. The surname was familiar. And the trend of chinese parents giving their kids uniform initials didn’t help the pit forming in my gut.

“Katherine Palmero. We were friends. She was one of the high school friends I kept in touch with. Klar’s sister. Patty’s cousin…”

And that was it. The pit just sort of grew. I knew Klar, I knew Patty. We weren’t quite friends, but we were closer than mere acquaintances. And I’ve met this person, once or twice. “Bloody…”

“She got shot. Just earlier today. Traffic altercation. She got shot.” And no matter how much she tried to hide it, I could hear my sister want to cry.

“We’re trying to find out who exactly did it. He’s going to get away, I can feel it. Son of a Sandigang Bayan Justice. He’s going to get away because of his parent’s connections. Hell, he doesn’t deserve to. Katherine… she wasn’t even sick… and now… I mean, because of a stupid traffic altercation?”

And there it was. Shock was giving way to tears. “Sorry. I just needed to let it out, you know?”

“Yeah. You going to the wake?”

“Yeah. But no details yet.”

And then the line died.

 

Now, most of you may think that I’ve dramatised things too much. But the truth is I’m calling that conversation as we had it. To be honest, I’ve never cared much for deaths. Everyone dies, after all. And so when people tell me this and that died, I feel a brief pang of guilt - because I should care more, shouldn’t I? My friend’s aneurism at 16, random accidents here and there claiming friends of friends’ lives… Distant relatives kicking the bucket and family friends sending news of a loss… All sudden losses… but they never really affected me much. Everyone dies, after all.

But this is different. This one didn’t die of an accident. Didn’t die of a sickness. She was shot by a man who will probably get away with it. Katherine was 28. Older than my dead friend, older than the string of deaths from the neighbouring boy’s school. But it was a conscious decision on the part of another human being to kill her.

Accidents happen. Sicknesses happen. There are a lot of what-ifs involved in them, but in the end, you still can’t be sure if they could have been avoided. But killing… you know it could’ve been prevented.

And the worst thing about it? The culprit will probably get away. There are no perfect justice systems, after all. Sandigang Bayan is basically second to the Supreme Court. I’ve tried searching for news online about the death (it was reported in the ABS-CBN 6:40pm news, I’ve heard), but to no avail.

I also heard the culrit’s name wasn’t mentioned, even if the authorities know who it is. Why? Sad to say, it’s probably to cover things up. It happened last year too. A rich tycoon’s son shot himself and the girl he was on a date with - everyone knew who it was, but the official archives erased his name.

It wasn’t even a good reason. The guy killed her because of a traffic altercation. They didn’t even bump each other. They almost hit each other, but they managed to avoid it. But it appears it was the SB child’s stupidity that nearly caused it, so Katherine’s companion got off and started yelling at the guy. “We could’ve all died! We could’ve all killed a couple of people!”. And as the guy rudely started moving forward, the companion kicked the car, and then — that was it. They were both shot.

I have no idea who the companion is, otherwise I’d mention him/her too.

I admit that it’s annoying to almost bump into a car and then get yelled at by the other car’s passenger… but why kill them? Are their lives really that useless? And even if they were, what right does one have to judge them as such? Or maybe it was done in the guy’s perverse confidence that he could and would get away with it. Perhaps he gets a thrill from the display of power killing without repercussion can give.

… Either way, it really shows how strange we are. Loving our cars more than the lives of others, losing our sense because of a few heated words.

I hope he doesn’t get away. He doesn’t deserve to. But then, a lot of people get what they don’t deserve.

 

In the end, all we can do is hope.

 

R.I.P. Katherine Palmero. And whoever her comanion may have been. I promise to update the name as soon as I find out.

The Cousin Who Saved Me. XD

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

Today, I was left home alone. Which in and of itself is fine… except there wasn’t any food left. At all. Well, fine… there was milk, some weird strawberry biscuits, and a few packets of oatmeal… but the oatmeal fell prey to my stomach at snacktime, I’m allergic to strawberries, and I couldn’t very well have just milk and water for dinner…

 But then my cousin dropped by! XD The same cousin who made my little brother cry with me. And also the one stated in the Fox News post…

Cousin: Where’s uncle?

Me: Out. Dunno where.

Cousin: Oh. Your mom with him?

Me: Yep.

Cousin: Oh. Where’s everyone else?

Me: Out. Dunno where. Oh, except Ahia. I know where he is… Intern duties and blah in the Phil General Hospital…

Cousin: Oh. Oh well. So much for bugging people.

Me: I’m here to bug!

Cousin: … There’s no food again, huh? Well, I’m hungry. And since you are in a perpetual state of hunger, why don’t we order pizza?

Me: That depends. Are you paying? *hopeful stare*

Cousin: I’m a decade and a half older than you. Of course I’m paying.

Me: YAY!!!

*after ordering food*

Me: Wait. Aren’t you over thirty-three?

Cousin: … Say that again and you’re not getting any food.

Me: Zipping it. *pause* *cheeky smile* You are only old when you think you are, you know.

Cousin: SILENCE, CHILD! This is why I don’t like bugging you. You’re so flippin’ difficult. Now your brother, that is what I call easy prey.

Me: PIZZA~!

Cousin: She’s ignoring me again…

PLDT, Why Must You Wound Me So?

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

Short post.

Due to the typhoon (I think), our phone line and consequently our DSL connection died. Out of the blue. Just this morning. TT__TT

*sigh* It seems that those two(three?) posts will have to wait. Anyone reading this, please help me pray that PLDT sends a technician soon.