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Home for two days only. Hahaha!

Since I was a college junior, I was looking forward to the annual Advertising Congress. For me, it is the Mecca of all ad people.

We were informed of the chances to join one (Davao, I think), but it was already late for someone like me who cannot simply dig out 10,000 pesos from my parents just for the AdCong. (Other than ‘personal interest’, it has no direct relationship with the increase in my grades. Hehehe.)

Also, our class were only assured 10 slots for the event. At first, there were almost 15-20 of us who were interested. The number lowered to 5 as the year ended. Eventually, no one from our class went. The biggest reason could be summed up in a scary word with two syllables: thesis.

Out of the blue, our boss offered us the chance to go with her to this year’s AdCong. Of course, I was jubilant. The event will be in Camarines Sur, one of the provinces with a fast-rising tourism industry (thank you, water sports). Media and business giants will also be there. Who in their right (and very interested mind) would not be excited?

Then came Mobile Giant’s simultaneous events in the country. I am not yet allowed to disclose other information since the details are still being finalized.

We had no choice but to forgo AdCong. For one, our stay there would not be for free. For MB, however, we will be earning, not to mention get the chance of flying to other provinces within the country: Iloilo, Bacolod, Davao and CDO.

I was giddy about AdCong but I realized that I cannot possibly have both. Financially and physically. Come to think of it, my boss assigned Jen and I on our home provinces, Bacolod and Iloilo. Even if the evnt will only be for two days, still we were given the chance to ‘smell’ Bacolod and Iloilo.

My excitement with AdCong did not soar as high as with MB’s events, but as I eventually realized, my enthusiasm about being able to be back in Iloilo even just for a couple of days is slowly building up too. :D

I can already smell Batchoy, dates with friends and giving baths to my dogs at home.

This isn’t Lyla, but she kind of look like this one.
*excited*

Happy Senior Citizen’s Day!

I am not close to my grandparents. Two of them were already six feet below the earth when I was born. One, I a bitter at, because he dedicated his life to alcohol and uselessness. The only living direct grandparent of mine was my Lola Ying, my mother’s mother. She lives in Bicol with one of my uncles and is still very much active at 86.

Now why was I talking about grandparents? :)

According to the Ultimate Calendar site of Hallmark, today is Senior Citizen’s Day. Perfect reason to assert oneself when demanding for discounts on fares and fast food outlets.

Waste no time! Go and greet your Lola and Lolo, Nanay and Tatay (for parents who have their kids call them ‘Mama and Papa’) or Gran and Gramps (for the “sosyals”) and make them feel extra special today. :))

random thoughts and being absent

1. I’ll be gone for days, I don’t know how long exactly.
I am not myself lately.
Does this means that I am losing my marbles? :)

2. When I went to the room of one of my friends, I saw that she borrowed a book, a collection of literary classics-mostly short stories, by renowned authors like Marquez, Twain and Maupassant. I had the sudden inclination of stealing it when she returns it to the library, hahaha! *WAAH, classics!*

3. I want to have a bus party! This I realized during one of the bus rides to Iloilo City for our morning classes. It would be fun to groove while you are all in danger of pushing each other forward when the bus stops or brakes up. The thought was also inspired by the giant UPV school buses.

4. I want to spend a day by myself, somewhere near the beach, sketching, writing or reading.

5. I badly need to do a marathon! :)

6. My laptop’s cord is malfunctioning again. I had to remind it that I am seriously considering to have it exchanged with a goat’s cord.

7. I am missing my high school barkada. I hope to see all the faces of those people who made me more than what I expected me to be. :))

8. Since my laptop’s cord is malfunctioning, I had to type with only one hand (the other is holding on to the wayward cord). Fun but definitely Olympics-exhausting. Hihi.

9. I have to edit a video for a school organization-NOW. But, here I am..XD

10. I want to go home, go into a state of mental decomposition and revive myself on Monday, when there is no class.:))

11. I am going on a date with my closest friends in the city on Monday. I hope it will be fun-just like old times. :D

12. I am going to publish this, now. XD

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gravity

Recently, I have been consumed in a state of being a bee.
As busy as the animal itself.

I realized that I have become too serious, that I feel bad every time I have the chance to think about the things I should be doing and should have done. It feels so addictive and it makes me very unhappy. Like gravity.

It is eating up of my happy hormones and leaving me nothing but an empty void which I try to cover by eating and eating a lot of fast food. Too bad it does not help. It only aggravates my hunger even more.

What’s worse is that I have also been missing the little things which I normally notice when I am in this state of “living a slow-paced life”. The gravity of everything eats me up, and it is insatiable.

lesson learned

What is right is not always easy to do. It strips us of our pride and dignity. It challenges the norms we formed and the values we so religiously nurtured. That is why there are crimes and offenders. Because doing the right thing is never just a walk in the park.

And that is why there is suicide. Because when a person feels tired of thinking of which things are and are not right, he can always cease to.

dark and bitter

Exactly three hours before 10: 00PM today, September 18, 2010, a momentary black out happened. We were in the middle of watching another movie—Remember Me—right in the scene where Robert Pattinson’s face looked warped, when everything went black.

Since Wila’s laptop is life-dependent on being charged, we had no choice but to turn it off. Bemjo, who came from the Internet Area arrived, and we let off s string of bitter ideas, thoughts, emotions like three-year-olds over a spilled cone of vanilla ice cream on a hot summer day.

We talked about the rotten Philippine system of media, how we see ourselves a couple of years from now, will two of my friends ever going to find themselves mates, how connections destroy the point of studying and all of that bitter ideas.

I thought about how we raised our voices even if we perfectly understood each other when we talk in normal tones. I thought about how we agreed to what each other would say. Most of all, I thought about how we hated slash despised the people who are consumed by connections and “utang na loob”.

It went for less than an hour and we swore to try not to become the kind of people we hated, then light filled the room.

Thoughts flew, emotions shifted. Hands grabbed laptops and went back to the Internet Area. I thought of this phenomenon as something like a rally. When we are on the streets, the fire burns. Can we make it blaze when the rally is over?

add-ons

Just for fun: There are nine dots here. Connect all of them using four, consecutive (continuous and without break or stop) strokes only. A dot should not be stroked twice.

Clue: “Look beyond what you see”.

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P.S. It wouldn’t hurt to try, especially if you’re bored… like me. Hahaha!

a series of unfortunate events

Yesterday was my most depressing day, as far as this semester is concerned. Yesterday was full of “To-do’s” which I unwillingly gave up because of mild influenza. I went home—something I would have not done for another two weeks—heartbroken. What I did set off a series of unfortunate events which I would have prevented had I decided against heading home.

Unfortunate Event #1: SM Night Run
We, the CMS 144 class, were tasked to help SM in getting runners for this fundraising activity. Because I went home, all my efforts for the event went to the trash can. I succeeded in pissing off a couple of people, and instead of resting to calm my body down, I kept on thinking of what would have happened if I attended the event. Aside from me, there were three more who could not come as well, so that leaves six to help in the activity. This is the most depressing unfortunate event which also set off another string of similarly unfortunate situations. *sigh*

Unfortunate Event #2: Cheering Food Assignment
Fridays were our “toka” to deliver food for the cheerers. But since there was no cheering practice scheduled on Friday last week, we were asked to prepare food on Sunday instead. Bemjo and Wila went home (before Jimma and I decided to do the same) earlier. If I went against my plan of going home, Jennie, Jimma and I would be able to carry out this task. Since I did, and Jimma (who was also sick) also decided to go to her aunt’s house in Iloilo, we asked our governor if we could switch schedules with the other groups.

I learned later on that Jennie proceeded with carrying out the task–with the help of Kirby.

Unfortunate Event #3: Extra Promises
I said “Yes” to a few people when they asked my help for some things which I would have been able to do (with much willingness) if I were not sick. It made me feel terribly sad because I let them down—something I am not comfortable doing (it haunts me for days). I guess I cannot do something about it anymore.

Unfortunate Event #4: A Deaf Ear
No, don’t take it literally. To do so would make me moronic, as only the ear has the attribute of being deaf. Hahahaha! Being sick means having to endure all sorts of litanies from all members of my family and friends, but I cannot blame them since if you had the body as fat (read: abnormally thin) as mine, you would too. But these litanies are bearable, what’s the use of the other ear?

These unfortunate events are causing me the depression similar to a person who is madly in love with a scarecrow. Fortunately, there are a few things which made these drawbacks tolerable: One, I was able to eat healthier food; two, I was able to save money; three, I would be able to spend time with my family.

What I usually do when I got myself tangled in these kinds of situation is to think of and do things to make it less depressing. Sing loudly, annoy the neighbors, vandalize, anything. Perhaps, when Lemony Snicket wrote the Series of Unfortunate Events, he was also trying to do the same thing—bring out the light in the darkest of situations.

(photos taken from www.celebritywonder.com and www.loveparadiseforyou.com)

the would-have-beens

Was it Gandhi who said “A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes”? These days, when i am more physically overworked, my mind wanders off to some magical place full of bubbles and clouds. Nothing is tangible. Everything seems distant yet achievable. I must be am cracking up.

I would have wanted to write a review about the film, Tekken, when I realized that it was not worth it at all. That film would not earn much, I am sure.

I would have wanted to write twenty articles for my WordPress account, ready for my fluctuating choice of whether I would declare a day as a holiday or not.

I would have wanted to make matching movies in cinemas a weekly or monthly habit. It’s simply addictive.

I would have wanted to eat breakfast every morning and drink milk do my tongue would not forget how they taste, but I am too lazy to wake up a total of 6 people.

I would have wanted to pay everything off until I’m forty, so I won’t have to worry about bills and payments.

I would have wanted to install speakers, fans and air-conditioning units, put bean bags and mats, and kill some of the staff (negotiable) the library because they piss me off sometimes.

I would have wanted to work already, I am tired of going to school, where there are absentee teachers; countless papers to be processed just so you could get something which was not worth your time and effort; and a No-Id-No-Entry policy which is totally useless, it makes the guards look stupid.

I would have wanted to kick somebody’s ass but maybe he or she is also thinking the same way about me.

I would have wanted to be the passive one for some time; I am just too tired to think.

I would have wanted to attend a few forums and write a few articles for publication but circumstances and imaginary stiff neck did not allow me to look at deadlines in the bulletin boards in the CAS Building.

I would have wanted for another bossy country to colonize the Philippines so we could wake up to the sound and spirit of nationalism, and perhaps get a cultural overhaul. Naks.

(photos taken from www.lapsura.com and www.carelessthoughts.com )