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[Thursday, September 30, 2004]
god, introso is so boring. i got my quiz results back. 25 over 40. one point below 60%. argh. well, actually i don't really care, since the subject is [i repeat] so boring. we had another sle ["self-learning exercise", i think] yesterday. i cheated to get a perfect score, since ms whats-her-face gives extra credit for them. i didn't think it was a big deal, but it turned out that only four of us got a 10. now i feel dirty. argh².
genpsyc is so far the best course i've had. it's so much fun that the grading system based solely on attendance and two reaction papers isn't even the point anymore. it just feels so fulfilling to learn things you can and will use in real life.
playing the bass isn't as horrendous as i had thought. although i tire twice as fast now, the riffs are easier and aren't drowned out, which was my primary disappointment while i was rhythm guitarist. i don't plan on going professional though. nylon-string acoustic guitars still bring me the most satisfaction.
i ate dinner with kimber and rogi. that made me an hour late for my tutoring. the rule of thumb with her is that if you plan to be home by 8, say you'll be home by 10 and start while the sun's still up.
i almost died this morning. i only looked right while crossing the west service road. excuse me if i don't anticipate overtaking jeepneys. luckily the driver managed to brake in time. a similar incident happened yesterday, with renz almost getting run over by a truck. it reminds me of a passage i recently read about what confucius had to say about one of his "wild" disciples: "zilu will never die a natural death."
the uaap finals are in a few hours. i hope the archers win, although i highly doubt it. in the unlikely event that they do win, and in the even more unlikely event that classes are suspended tomorrow, at least i'll have time to do my introse case study and perhaps even study for the comorga deptest, which will then be moved to monday. otherwise i'll have to forego malate night [as i see it] at cara's. and i was looking forward to sampling more exotic brews, too.
the angelus was just broadcast*. i like how they translate "the word became flesh" as "ang verbo ay nagkatawang-tao". we really should recognize that god isn't an object; he's an action.
sige ingat.ü
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broadcast: the past tense of "cast" is still "cast", as opposed to "casted", which most people assume to be correct. ergo, the past tense of "broadcast" should still be "broadcast". but then again, this is the english language we're talking about.
what do you think?
posted by stani at 11:26 AM
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genpsyc is so far the best course i've had. it's so much fun that the grading system based solely on attendance and two reaction papers isn't even the point anymore. it just feels so fulfilling to learn things you can and will use in real life.
playing the bass isn't as horrendous as i had thought. although i tire twice as fast now, the riffs are easier and aren't drowned out, which was my primary disappointment while i was rhythm guitarist. i don't plan on going professional though. nylon-string acoustic guitars still bring me the most satisfaction.
i ate dinner with kimber and rogi. that made me an hour late for my tutoring. the rule of thumb with her is that if you plan to be home by 8, say you'll be home by 10 and start while the sun's still up.
i almost died this morning. i only looked right while crossing the west service road. excuse me if i don't anticipate overtaking jeepneys. luckily the driver managed to brake in time. a similar incident happened yesterday, with renz almost getting run over by a truck. it reminds me of a passage i recently read about what confucius had to say about one of his "wild" disciples: "zilu will never die a natural death."
the uaap finals are in a few hours. i hope the archers win, although i highly doubt it. in the unlikely event that they do win, and in the even more unlikely event that classes are suspended tomorrow, at least i'll have time to do my introse case study and perhaps even study for the comorga deptest, which will then be moved to monday. otherwise i'll have to forego malate night [as i see it] at cara's. and i was looking forward to sampling more exotic brews, too.
the angelus was just broadcast*. i like how they translate "the word became flesh" as "ang verbo ay nagkatawang-tao". we really should recognize that god isn't an object; he's an action.
sige ingat.ü
---
broadcast: the past tense of "cast" is still "cast", as opposed to "casted", which most people assume to be correct. ergo, the past tense of "broadcast" should still be "broadcast". but then again, this is the english language we're talking about.
what do you think?
posted by stani at 11:26 AM
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[Tuesday, September 28, 2004]
"tama ang equation; kulang nga lang ng given."
i did not need to know that.
anyway she asked me to escort her home [casimiro] so being the gentleman that i am [ulul!], i obliged. she paid for my bus ticket anyway. she got off at times and i at atc [for once, there was hardly any traffic between casimiro and sm], from where i took a jeep to the alabang market. i got into a sucat jeep, happened to glance across the aisle, and who should i see but the brothers quiblat?
the world really is growing smaller.
sige ingat.ü
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ps: shameless plug - jm quiblat's band is playing tomorrow night as part of the csb acoustic night series. malateans may want to show support.
posted by stani at 9:28 PM
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[Monday, September 27, 2004]
i caught the last episode of the amazing race because i'd heard that the 12th leg would be here in the philippines. usually i enjoy it when villains triumph but this time i'd rather have seen colin and christie win. they put more effort into every leg of the race, as compared to chip and kim who just got lucky at the very end. moving on, it's strange how both palawan and manila look so peaceful and clean on tv. maybe that's what makes us so xenocentric - too much american television.
dlsu lost game two so we had classes today. here's an excerpt from my introso reaction paper on the movie fight for us:
The plot is designed in such a way that the viewer will feel dissatisfied through the denoument: first, the deaths of Camillo and Ester are sudden, compared to the overall slow pace of the film's events unfolding, and the antagonists are exonerated of the crime. Second, even if Kapitan Kontra did die, it was not by Jimmy’s hand, ergo Jimmy was never able to actualize his revenge. And third, the last scene presents Jimmy returning to the underground, a position that, if you think about it, will offer him neither relief nor vengeance. These three points contrast heavily with our idea of how the movie should have run, with the hero running to the rescue in the nick of time, facing the villain one-on-one, and emerging victorious to claim his happy ending. This discomfort, I believe, is exactly what Lino Brocka wants to elicit from the viewers — we empathize with the helplessness of the hero, and it is empathy which he is counting on to lead to social action.
jimmy is the protagonist, camillo and ester are his son and lover respectively, and kapitan kontra is the main antagonist. it really is a good movie, but you'll probably only be able to appreciate it if you've lived through the post-marcos era.
ms whats-her-face [i still don't know her name, but she resembles queen latifah, for reference's sake] gave us our first quiz. omfg. the way things went, i'd probably get a higher grade on an eye exam. considering that temperature is directly proportional to knowledge [in filipino, malamig 'pag wala kang alam], it figures that my introso and comorga classes are in g212.
this is the official site of the hollywood version of the grudge. you'll never guess who's headlining it, but i'm holding my tongue for now. who knows, it might actually be worth watching. i for one enjoyed the remake of the ring better than the original. either way, the site's worth a look - it's got a minigame similar to donniedarko.com's.
band auditions and the comorga deptest are both on friday. the archers better win this time.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 6:28 PM
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dlsu lost game two so we had classes today. here's an excerpt from my introso reaction paper on the movie fight for us:
The plot is designed in such a way that the viewer will feel dissatisfied through the denoument: first, the deaths of Camillo and Ester are sudden, compared to the overall slow pace of the film's events unfolding, and the antagonists are exonerated of the crime. Second, even if Kapitan Kontra did die, it was not by Jimmy’s hand, ergo Jimmy was never able to actualize his revenge. And third, the last scene presents Jimmy returning to the underground, a position that, if you think about it, will offer him neither relief nor vengeance. These three points contrast heavily with our idea of how the movie should have run, with the hero running to the rescue in the nick of time, facing the villain one-on-one, and emerging victorious to claim his happy ending. This discomfort, I believe, is exactly what Lino Brocka wants to elicit from the viewers — we empathize with the helplessness of the hero, and it is empathy which he is counting on to lead to social action.
jimmy is the protagonist, camillo and ester are his son and lover respectively, and kapitan kontra is the main antagonist. it really is a good movie, but you'll probably only be able to appreciate it if you've lived through the post-marcos era.
ms whats-her-face [i still don't know her name, but she resembles queen latifah, for reference's sake] gave us our first quiz. omfg. the way things went, i'd probably get a higher grade on an eye exam. considering that temperature is directly proportional to knowledge [in filipino, malamig 'pag wala kang alam], it figures that my introso and comorga classes are in g212.
this is the official site of the hollywood version of the grudge. you'll never guess who's headlining it, but i'm holding my tongue for now. who knows, it might actually be worth watching. i for one enjoyed the remake of the ring better than the original. either way, the site's worth a look - it's got a minigame similar to donniedarko.com's.
band auditions and the comorga deptest are both on friday. the archers better win this time.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 6:28 PM
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[Sunday, September 26, 2004]
i. roadwarrior 1
my dad had me do some light typing thursday afternoon, promising to drop me off in school in return. paco tagged along. traffic was bad on the service road due to the construction work which they haven't finished yet [although the dpwh is working remarkably fast compared to its former standards], a slight accident ["you can't even see the scratch. he could have repaired that for 500 pesos but he chose to rob us of our time instead," my dad was griping], and another jeep caught by kotong cops.
the latter two being out of the ordinary, i had figured that my bad luck for the day had ended and it was smooth sailing from then on. of course i jinxed myself the moment i thought it. our car stalled on the south superhighway, and my dad asked me and paco to get out and push, to get the engine going. being the buff jocks that we are, obviously nothing happened so i opted instead to cross the road and enlist the help of the tambays living there. but, wonder of wonders, when we got back, a tow truck had magically appeared in front of our car. never underestimate the psychic abilities of kotong cops.
by this time, my dad and i were thoroughly pissed off since we both knew what they were after [1500 pesos, the exact amount turned out to be] but they had already hooked up the cables so we couldn't do anything. the driver was a real asshole but i have to commend the bantay riding with us in our car on his smooth-talking abilities. a less cynical person would've bought his justifications hook, line, and sinker. that's the trouble with life - you can't tell the antagonists from the protagonists. this is well and good in movies [think troy], but a pain in the ass anywhere else.
paco and i took a taxi the rest of the way. my dad later texted me that it was a timing belt problem, just like the bantay had speculated. but then again, i wouldn't put it past their sabotaging the belt themselves.
ii. mon ami pense que je l'aime bien
but i don't. i'm just strengthening another connection. we merely had a better conversation than i had anticipated, is all.
iii. 58-51
i watched the first half in the goxlobby and the second in the chess plaza. it never ceases to amaze me how we curse the university left and right except when a uaap basketball game is going on. the championship game is this afternoon but i'd rather rest than watch it live [plus i don't have tickets]. if dlsu wins, classes will be cancelled tomorrow. i hope that happens, since we supposedly have a test in introso and i know absolutely nothing. this isn't like math where the topic itself confounds me; instead, i get ms whats-her-face's points, but i can't figure out what she's trying to teach us. btw, both kimber and rogi are candidates for kodak's smile of the week for some reason. vote if you want.
iv. four corners
the butterscotch vodka was excellent. too bad we only got one shot each. reggie was trying to get me to smoke marijuana with him. gago ka talaga. we parted ways around midnight but i got home past two, mainly because there were no jeeps passing through sucat at that time [i had taken the roxas bvld route in order to accompany mica]. in the thirty minutes i was waiting, only two jeeps passed by. i had to take the second since the first was turning in at severina, where the driver lived. again, many thanks to cara. i'd marry you, but i don't believe in incest.
v. sa 'yo ang prostitute; kami ang kakan
birthday greetings to renz and chudor! renz treated us to a few rounds of ethel alcohol at the green place. in hindsight, that would be a good career for me - concocting new alcoholic beverages and naming them after dlsu professors. of course given that, i'd quickly succumb to cirrhosis of the liver. not that it's not a good way to die - it's the truly lasallian way, in fact [not only is it caused by alcohol, but your skin turns green some hours before toxic shock sets in].
vi. urbandub
renz and i were prevented from entering since we were both wearing sandals. the only logical reason i can think for their implementing this rule is that they don't want to be sued in case someone steps on my foot during the concert and somehow breaks it. but it was still a good thing that i always wear sandals. at least that way, renz wasn't the only one barred. we sold our tickets to soyster and company and i went to the big-ass gerry's grill near park square for anna's birthday bash.
vii. "arun, gusto mo ng blowjob?"
i got two actually. they weren't good though. kahlua on the rocks is much better. anna's friends gave her a guitar. i wish i had friends like that [*cough cough*]. she knows both sponge cola's partisan and shades apart's valentine. that was a pleasant surprise, although it also meant that i wasn't able to pass off either as an original composition. damn.
viii. metamensaje
reading through the sample resume they gave us, i couldn't help but notice that the sample high school given was zobel and the sample birthdate was june 14.
ix. "blucken your baxes completely!"
since our ojt's are just around the corner, they're processing the application forms as early as now. in line with this, i went to school yesterday for the accenture orientation and entrance exam. i hit a snag early on, since my forms were locked away in pogz' locker. luckily paco was on hand to figure out his combination so we weren't that late. the first two tests were just intelligence tests so i did good, but the last test was a real headache. the time constraints were bad enough but mental maths? argh. good thing i'm not really gunning for a slot, since out of 200 applicants they're only going to take 20. my only real regret is that i paid 200 pesos for my transcript of records*. what a waste.
x. roadwarrior 2
since i had to go to the global city for my weekly tutoring, rogi and i took the mrt together. i was so engrossed in our conversation that i missed my station and had to take a bus back to ayala, where i noticed that i was three pesos short for the last leg of my commute. i texted my mother for advice but she just told me to hoof it. while i was praying for a miracle, i ran into jaffy santiago and christian blanco, from whom i was able to jombat five pesos. and zobel saves the day yet again!
i just realized that the more i use the word "owel" in my posts, the drier they become. it's as if instead of getting back at life with wit, i give up and blame it on inevitablilty.
owel.
sige ingat.ü
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transcript of records: it's interesting to note that according to my transcript, anmath2 is worth zero academic units. this is probably how they recorded that i haven't officially failed it yet; at least not until i take it again and get an average below 2.5.
posted by stani at 7:48 AM
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my dad had me do some light typing thursday afternoon, promising to drop me off in school in return. paco tagged along. traffic was bad on the service road due to the construction work which they haven't finished yet [although the dpwh is working remarkably fast compared to its former standards], a slight accident ["you can't even see the scratch. he could have repaired that for 500 pesos but he chose to rob us of our time instead," my dad was griping], and another jeep caught by kotong cops.
the latter two being out of the ordinary, i had figured that my bad luck for the day had ended and it was smooth sailing from then on. of course i jinxed myself the moment i thought it. our car stalled on the south superhighway, and my dad asked me and paco to get out and push, to get the engine going. being the buff jocks that we are, obviously nothing happened so i opted instead to cross the road and enlist the help of the tambays living there. but, wonder of wonders, when we got back, a tow truck had magically appeared in front of our car. never underestimate the psychic abilities of kotong cops.
by this time, my dad and i were thoroughly pissed off since we both knew what they were after [1500 pesos, the exact amount turned out to be] but they had already hooked up the cables so we couldn't do anything. the driver was a real asshole but i have to commend the bantay riding with us in our car on his smooth-talking abilities. a less cynical person would've bought his justifications hook, line, and sinker. that's the trouble with life - you can't tell the antagonists from the protagonists. this is well and good in movies [think troy], but a pain in the ass anywhere else.
paco and i took a taxi the rest of the way. my dad later texted me that it was a timing belt problem, just like the bantay had speculated. but then again, i wouldn't put it past their sabotaging the belt themselves.
ii. mon ami pense que je l'aime bien
but i don't. i'm just strengthening another connection. we merely had a better conversation than i had anticipated, is all.
iii. 58-51
i watched the first half in the goxlobby and the second in the chess plaza. it never ceases to amaze me how we curse the university left and right except when a uaap basketball game is going on. the championship game is this afternoon but i'd rather rest than watch it live [plus i don't have tickets]. if dlsu wins, classes will be cancelled tomorrow. i hope that happens, since we supposedly have a test in introso and i know absolutely nothing. this isn't like math where the topic itself confounds me; instead, i get ms whats-her-face's points, but i can't figure out what she's trying to teach us. btw, both kimber and rogi are candidates for kodak's smile of the week for some reason. vote if you want.
iv. four corners
the butterscotch vodka was excellent. too bad we only got one shot each. reggie was trying to get me to smoke marijuana with him. gago ka talaga. we parted ways around midnight but i got home past two, mainly because there were no jeeps passing through sucat at that time [i had taken the roxas bvld route in order to accompany mica]. in the thirty minutes i was waiting, only two jeeps passed by. i had to take the second since the first was turning in at severina, where the driver lived. again, many thanks to cara. i'd marry you, but i don't believe in incest.
v. sa 'yo ang prostitute; kami ang kakan
birthday greetings to renz and chudor! renz treated us to a few rounds of ethel alcohol at the green place. in hindsight, that would be a good career for me - concocting new alcoholic beverages and naming them after dlsu professors. of course given that, i'd quickly succumb to cirrhosis of the liver. not that it's not a good way to die - it's the truly lasallian way, in fact [not only is it caused by alcohol, but your skin turns green some hours before toxic shock sets in].
vi. urbandub
renz and i were prevented from entering since we were both wearing sandals. the only logical reason i can think for their implementing this rule is that they don't want to be sued in case someone steps on my foot during the concert and somehow breaks it. but it was still a good thing that i always wear sandals. at least that way, renz wasn't the only one barred. we sold our tickets to soyster and company and i went to the big-ass gerry's grill near park square for anna's birthday bash.
vii. "arun, gusto mo ng blowjob?"
i got two actually. they weren't good though. kahlua on the rocks is much better. anna's friends gave her a guitar. i wish i had friends like that [*cough cough*]. she knows both sponge cola's partisan and shades apart's valentine. that was a pleasant surprise, although it also meant that i wasn't able to pass off either as an original composition. damn.
viii. metamensaje
reading through the sample resume they gave us, i couldn't help but notice that the sample high school given was zobel and the sample birthdate was june 14.
ix. "blucken your baxes completely!"
since our ojt's are just around the corner, they're processing the application forms as early as now. in line with this, i went to school yesterday for the accenture orientation and entrance exam. i hit a snag early on, since my forms were locked away in pogz' locker. luckily paco was on hand to figure out his combination so we weren't that late. the first two tests were just intelligence tests so i did good, but the last test was a real headache. the time constraints were bad enough but mental maths? argh. good thing i'm not really gunning for a slot, since out of 200 applicants they're only going to take 20. my only real regret is that i paid 200 pesos for my transcript of records*. what a waste.
x. roadwarrior 2
since i had to go to the global city for my weekly tutoring, rogi and i took the mrt together. i was so engrossed in our conversation that i missed my station and had to take a bus back to ayala, where i noticed that i was three pesos short for the last leg of my commute. i texted my mother for advice but she just told me to hoof it. while i was praying for a miracle, i ran into jaffy santiago and christian blanco, from whom i was able to jombat five pesos. and zobel saves the day yet again!
i just realized that the more i use the word "owel" in my posts, the drier they become. it's as if instead of getting back at life with wit, i give up and blame it on inevitablilty.
owel.
sige ingat.ü
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transcript of records: it's interesting to note that according to my transcript, anmath2 is worth zero academic units. this is probably how they recorded that i haven't officially failed it yet; at least not until i take it again and get an average below 2.5.
posted by stani at 7:48 AM
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[Tuesday, September 21, 2004]
renz tells me that levi sometimes searches for his students' names online in the hopes of finding their blogs. sneaky as he is, he won't find mine, unless he plans on sifting through 84,200 references to indian managers and ceo's. there's an ice cream with my name on it, for crying out loud. now, on to business:
i. serendipity
bj is yot's crush's ex-girfriend's best friend's significant other.
ii. spontaneity
met up with anna after bunny's birthday bash. two ice teas [and a red horse for me] later we were on a bus to robinson's place, where we proceeded to watch feng shui. she calls it spontaneity; i call it manipulation. i can't believe i wasted 250 pesos on movie tickets and a bag of cookies [even if they were mrs field's]. or that i have so much opportunity to spend time and money on women i don't intend to court, compared to those i do.
iii. bad luck
i liked the premise of the movie [victims' deaths are somehow related to their chinese zodiac] but as usual the execution was severely disappointing. the only thing horrific about it was how badly they mangled the production. at the very least, they could have picked actors whose capabilities extend beyong acting patronizing. and they could have done without the obvious product placement - if they were going for the crying ladies effect, they should know that there's a big difference between ludicrous and simply annoying. the dialogue also revealed too much. it's a letdown that a relatively intelligent plot was dumbed down by a script that left nothing to either imagination or logic centers. oh, and the ending was portrayed too weakly. no excuse for that.
iv. worse luck
my dad and i picked my mother up from work but as we were about to pull out, the car suddenly refused to start. since the taxi stop was on the mckinley-edsa intersection and there were no jeeps in transit after 8 [this was around 9pm], we had decided to hoof it. except that we mananged to flag down a jeep.
wtf.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:31 PM
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i. serendipity
bj is yot's crush's ex-girfriend's best friend's significant other.
ii. spontaneity
met up with anna after bunny's birthday bash. two ice teas [and a red horse for me] later we were on a bus to robinson's place, where we proceeded to watch feng shui. she calls it spontaneity; i call it manipulation. i can't believe i wasted 250 pesos on movie tickets and a bag of cookies [even if they were mrs field's]. or that i have so much opportunity to spend time and money on women i don't intend to court, compared to those i do.
iii. bad luck
i liked the premise of the movie [victims' deaths are somehow related to their chinese zodiac] but as usual the execution was severely disappointing. the only thing horrific about it was how badly they mangled the production. at the very least, they could have picked actors whose capabilities extend beyong acting patronizing. and they could have done without the obvious product placement - if they were going for the crying ladies effect, they should know that there's a big difference between ludicrous and simply annoying. the dialogue also revealed too much. it's a letdown that a relatively intelligent plot was dumbed down by a script that left nothing to either imagination or logic centers. oh, and the ending was portrayed too weakly. no excuse for that.
iv. worse luck
my dad and i picked my mother up from work but as we were about to pull out, the car suddenly refused to start. since the taxi stop was on the mckinley-edsa intersection and there were no jeeps in transit after 8 [this was around 9pm], we had decided to hoof it. except that we mananged to flag down a jeep.
wtf.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:31 PM
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[Monday, September 20, 2004]
the best things in life are free
at least the day ended on a high note with jomic and i leeching a free dinner off of kimber [salamat sobra], then with reggie and i leeching free beer and videoke off of yot [salamat din sobra].
we ate the aforementioned dinner at pizza hut. the cream-cheese stuffing in the crust was really bad but the apple cobbler ala mode was good so that evened things out, if the fact that i ate for free hadn't already. videoke was in room 25, which incidentally didn't have 'suggestive' visuals. yot proposed that this was the reason why we didn't garner a score lower than 96 this time, as compared to room five, where line-of-eight scores weren't uncommon.
i was a fourth through the eraserheads' magasin when i noticed a tarush in hot pink pekpek shorts leering at me from the adjoining room.
iba na ang 'yong ngiti
iba na ang 'yong tingin
nagbago na'ng lahat sa 'yo
sana'y hindi nakita
sana'y walang problema
how apt. if only i had such luck with biological females. anyway, aj chose britney spears' sometimes as the grand finale. wrong move, it turned out, since the song's tempo was misprogrammed such that it was twice as slow as it should have been. the song itself was bad enough. sheesh.
'di nagtagal kami'y naging magkaibigan
napuno ako ng pagasa
ayun pala hanggang doon lang ang kaya
akala ko ay pwede pa
birthday greetings to jendee [today], bunny [tomorrow], and anna [wednesday]!
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:04 PM
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[Sunday, September 19, 2004]
kimber invited me to go to rakista with her, chudor, pogz, renz, paco, rogi, and zac. chudor, renz, and i hit snags with our respective parents, while paco, pogz, and zac cancelled under mysterious circumstances. of course it wasn't a setup. how dare rogi even think that.
since i had nothing planned for today, i bought a ticket to the uaap game this afternoon. la salle won, but i didn't enjoy the game as much as i did last time. go figure. the only fascinating thing that happened was that the one time i ventured to boo the opposing team, the la salle crowd immediately followed suit. this only goes to show that lasallians have no maturity whatsoever. isn't it great? kimber put it this way: "pansinin mo'ng tahimik tayo hanggang magcheer ang ateneo, tapos saka lang tayo iingay, para lang mabara sila."
i have to admit that i found it embarrassingly funny when coach sandy put johan uichico in at the last minute. kimber called it "raising the white flag". i'm a bit more harsh - in rts terms, it's more than just an end mission; it's an exit to windows.
tired as i was after the game, i had promised my tutees that i'd meet them this week so off i went. it's a real pain in the ass, timewise, but extremely rewarding. come on, 500 pesos an hour to smile and nod at some dumb kid's eletist views? that's more than my mother's hourly rate. this is a clear example of the advantage of specializing in english as a second language - you can just hold a two-hour conversation and pass it off as real-time practice. although, yeah, i probably should correct their rich-kid delusions, but then i'd have to charge more.
i saw my sister reading through this blog the other day. it's obviously contrived, but has an interesting enough premise.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 11:50 PM
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since i had nothing planned for today, i bought a ticket to the uaap game this afternoon. la salle won, but i didn't enjoy the game as much as i did last time. go figure. the only fascinating thing that happened was that the one time i ventured to boo the opposing team, the la salle crowd immediately followed suit. this only goes to show that lasallians have no maturity whatsoever. isn't it great? kimber put it this way: "pansinin mo'ng tahimik tayo hanggang magcheer ang ateneo, tapos saka lang tayo iingay, para lang mabara sila."
i have to admit that i found it embarrassingly funny when coach sandy put johan uichico in at the last minute. kimber called it "raising the white flag". i'm a bit more harsh - in rts terms, it's more than just an end mission; it's an exit to windows.
tired as i was after the game, i had promised my tutees that i'd meet them this week so off i went. it's a real pain in the ass, timewise, but extremely rewarding. come on, 500 pesos an hour to smile and nod at some dumb kid's eletist views? that's more than my mother's hourly rate. this is a clear example of the advantage of specializing in english as a second language - you can just hold a two-hour conversation and pass it off as real-time practice. although, yeah, i probably should correct their rich-kid delusions, but then i'd have to charge more.
i saw my sister reading through this blog the other day. it's obviously contrived, but has an interesting enough premise.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 11:50 PM
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[Thursday, September 16, 2004]
mas madaling hulihin ang nakataling manok.
you think so? i sure hope so.
sige ingat.ü
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you think so? i sure hope so.
sige ingat.ü
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[Wednesday, September 15, 2004]
watched the terminal with bunny, chudor, paco, and rogi. we had dinner first though, which meant tender bob's for the other three guys, and cheesecake for chudor and rogi. bunny and i had [and i quote] mango and strawberry half-and-half ice "moonster".
anyway back to the movie: plot, characterization, and dialogue were all well-thought-out and the actors themselves lent themselves readily to their roles. tom hanks did extremely well as the headliner, and both diego luna and chi mcbride [the principal from boston public] delivered as promised, but the star of the show was kumar pallana as the amazing gupta. basta. see it for yourselves.
aside from its face value, the movie also provides valuable life- [and love-] lessons, such as that tom hanks is the everyman while catherine zeta-jones is kimber; that a man can learn english in a week by comparing city guides in english and bulgarian sentence by sentence; that french history is the key to the perfect relationship; that all krakozhians are master carpenters; that fountains are kiss-activated; and that viktor navorski is a zobelian [based on charm, luck, and fishing skills].
the title of this post, though, refers to the single most important lesson of the movie: sometimes you wait so long for something to happen that something else happens, instead. and you're glad it did.
sige ingat.ü
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anyway back to the movie: plot, characterization, and dialogue were all well-thought-out and the actors themselves lent themselves readily to their roles. tom hanks did extremely well as the headliner, and both diego luna and chi mcbride [the principal from boston public] delivered as promised, but the star of the show was kumar pallana as the amazing gupta. basta. see it for yourselves.
aside from its face value, the movie also provides valuable life- [and love-] lessons, such as that tom hanks is the everyman while catherine zeta-jones is kimber; that a man can learn english in a week by comparing city guides in english and bulgarian sentence by sentence; that french history is the key to the perfect relationship; that all krakozhians are master carpenters; that fountains are kiss-activated; and that viktor navorski is a zobelian [based on charm, luck, and fishing skills].
the title of this post, though, refers to the single most important lesson of the movie: sometimes you wait so long for something to happen that something else happens, instead. and you're glad it did.
sige ingat.ü
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[Tuesday, September 14, 2004]
i wasn't planning to watch the ateneo-la salle game but kimber convinced me to go. what can i say? she can be very... persuasive.
anyway i went and by some miracle la salle won. at the very least, the money i spent [or kimber spent, to be truthful] wasn't in vain. somehow or the other, i'm turning into a uaap fan, which is strange given that half the time i don't understand what's going on. school spirit gets to everyone eventually i guess.
the drums don't hurt, either.
sige ingat.ü
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anyway i went and by some miracle la salle won. at the very least, the money i spent [or kimber spent, to be truthful] wasn't in vain. somehow or the other, i'm turning into a uaap fan, which is strange given that half the time i don't understand what's going on. school spirit gets to everyone eventually i guess.
the drums don't hurt, either.
sige ingat.ü
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i got levi for webdeve. this is probably the yang to yesterday's yin. i still haven't forgiven him for not giving me a 4.0 in compro2 since my average was 93.98. or rather i've let it go but still think about it sometimes when i'm alone and bitter, alongside my failure in anmath2. yes i'm extremely petty. i may be too hard on him, actually, since it's obvious that he too is bitter - bitter that a summa cum laude graduate [say, himself] is respected far less than a 'mediocre' graduate [say, sir bart]. his grading system is surprisingly forgiving, though, although not as surprising as the grammatical, spelling, and logic errors in his syllabus:
MAKE SURE THAT ALL MATERIALS THAT ARE NOT TOTALLY YOUR OWN IS PROPERLY ACKNOWLEDGED. Failure to do this is tantamount to PLAGUERISM. And PLAGUERISM is punishable by at least a 0.0 in the course.
we got sir jules for french. no surprise there. he seems more masculine this time around. probably to make a good impression. loved his boots though, ey paco? Class participation [8 if you're present; 9 if you recite; 10 if you're answer's correct] is 50% of the grade; the other half's an oral presentation. guess that's why it's elementary french.
sige ingat.ü
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MAKE SURE THAT ALL MATERIALS THAT ARE NOT TOTALLY YOUR OWN IS PROPERLY ACKNOWLEDGED. Failure to do this is tantamount to PLAGUERISM. And PLAGUERISM is punishable by at least a 0.0 in the course.
we got sir jules for french. no surprise there. he seems more masculine this time around. probably to make a good impression. loved his boots though, ey paco? Class participation [8 if you're present; 9 if you recite; 10 if you're answer's correct] is 50% of the grade; the other half's an oral presentation. guess that's why it's elementary french.
sige ingat.ü
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[Monday, September 13, 2004]
in more ways than one, and for more people than myself.
i. introse
"from this moment, stop calling yourselves programmers - you are now software engineers."
cool.
our prof's the department head, ms ethel ong. she seems interesting enough, which compensates for the subject matter, which she herself warned us would be boring as purgatory [logically speaking, hell isn't boring]. i can't finalize anything from my first impressions though. she's like ms tangkeko in that respect. perhaps i'll name a drink after her as well. ethel alcohol will do nicely.
she mistook me for lod, i think. i base this from her statement that i "look like a cse student". but whether she meant a *certain* student or not, i can't be sure. oh, and according to her, ms limoanco was ms nats' compro1 teacher. huwaw mehn.
ii. comorga
this is reputedly the subject with the highest mortality rate in the whole flowchart [50%, i believe]. for some reason, instead of ms moreno, none other than the great jiji wong entered the classroom. the good news is that now i'm sure to pass [what's new], but the bad news is that i'll be hard-pressed to get a 4.0 [what's new].
iii. introso and genpsyc
both subject professors gave unusually high percentage cuts to attendance [20 and 30% actually] and seem generous overall. but time will tell - i've been betrayed by first impressions before.
iv. "you're just the personality we're looking for."
some guy approached me on the street and handed me the following flyer:
YOU HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED. For our PRINT and TV COMMERCIALS. We have been in the business of building careers for countless people like YOU. Just check out the commercials of Coke, Jollibee, Skyflakes, Sony, Petron, Ho-Mi Noodles, Colgate, Dove, J&J, Kotex, Splash, Dunkin' Donuts, Nestea, Granny Goose, and lots, lots more, and we are continuously discovering new talents like you for our high-profile clients. Start on a rewarding experience. Modeling is both fulfilling and financially rewarding. It could be your career.
pretty flattering actually, until i turned it over and saw the words "please pass to others" stamped on it. when i read that the flyer was for the don management casting agency, everything suddenly made perfect sense.
sige ingat.ü
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i. introse
"from this moment, stop calling yourselves programmers - you are now software engineers."
cool.
our prof's the department head, ms ethel ong. she seems interesting enough, which compensates for the subject matter, which she herself warned us would be boring as purgatory [logically speaking, hell isn't boring]. i can't finalize anything from my first impressions though. she's like ms tangkeko in that respect. perhaps i'll name a drink after her as well. ethel alcohol will do nicely.
she mistook me for lod, i think. i base this from her statement that i "look like a cse student". but whether she meant a *certain* student or not, i can't be sure. oh, and according to her, ms limoanco was ms nats' compro1 teacher. huwaw mehn.
ii. comorga
this is reputedly the subject with the highest mortality rate in the whole flowchart [50%, i believe]. for some reason, instead of ms moreno, none other than the great jiji wong entered the classroom. the good news is that now i'm sure to pass [what's new], but the bad news is that i'll be hard-pressed to get a 4.0 [what's new].
iii. introso and genpsyc
both subject professors gave unusually high percentage cuts to attendance [20 and 30% actually] and seem generous overall. but time will tell - i've been betrayed by first impressions before.
iv. "you're just the personality we're looking for."
some guy approached me on the street and handed me the following flyer:
YOU HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED. For our PRINT and TV COMMERCIALS. We have been in the business of building careers for countless people like YOU. Just check out the commercials of Coke, Jollibee, Skyflakes, Sony, Petron, Ho-Mi Noodles, Colgate, Dove, J&J, Kotex, Splash, Dunkin' Donuts, Nestea, Granny Goose, and lots, lots more, and we are continuously discovering new talents like you for our high-profile clients. Start on a rewarding experience. Modeling is both fulfilling and financially rewarding. It could be your career.
pretty flattering actually, until i turned it over and saw the words "please pass to others" stamped on it. when i read that the flyer was for the don management casting agency, everything suddenly made perfect sense.
sige ingat.ü
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i. second term
as far as i know, my classes start at 9.30. mylasalle is down so i can only hope that i'm right. isn't it just like the university to take the site offline when students need it most? anyway i want to do better this term. get myself back into the loop, so to speak. deep inside, i'm still feeling bad that i failed anmath. and i also feel bad because i know how shallow that is compared with some other problems i've been made aware of. so now i feel bad that i feel bad. such is life. in any case i can't fail comorga since i've already used up my allotted failure.
ii. bajista
is what i am now, now that renz has promoted [demoted?] me. i didn't turn down the opportunity because i want to determine whether or not i have more affinity for the bass than the guitar. i've always enjoyed playing riffs more than solos so what the hey. i just hope renz knows what he's doing. "for the band's sake," was it?
iii. paycheck
i started teaching again. i will regret this commitment in the long run but for now at least, i need the money. i used my first paycheck to buy a few shirts. that'll make trish happy at least. i bought three t-shirts, all black. hey, you can never have too many black shirts.
iv. games
i started diablo ii, final fantasy vii, and tomb raider: the last revalation anew. i know that sooner or later these games will as usual interfere with my studies but i can't cut them out of my regimen entirely - that would be inhuman. the key instead is to make sure i will pass despite finals being in the red.
v. a topic unrelated to the title
i caught a bit of the 2004 tonys. i'm actually a fan of the theatre, but more of comedy than either drama or musical. hugh jackman was hosting for some reason then he later won best male performance in a musical for his role in the boy from oz. after seeing the live performance, i have to admit he would've won for balls alone, playing the flamboyant songwriter peter allan [who died of aids - that should clue you in, if the word "flamboyant" didn't]. going back, i couldn't help but lament the lack of local easy-access theatre. considering that the filipino culture is so arts-oriented, it's a shame that we have limited opportunity to showcase our entertainment abilities to the masses. the same goes for the music industry. the government is overlooking a valuable source of both income and national pride. what a waste.
as i am typing out this last line, it's 2.30 in the morning. it just goes to show how serious i am about turning over a new leaf this term. some things never change; most refuse to. perhaps bloghopping has something to do with my insomnia. but i doubt it.
sige ingat.ü
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as far as i know, my classes start at 9.30. mylasalle is down so i can only hope that i'm right. isn't it just like the university to take the site offline when students need it most? anyway i want to do better this term. get myself back into the loop, so to speak. deep inside, i'm still feeling bad that i failed anmath. and i also feel bad because i know how shallow that is compared with some other problems i've been made aware of. so now i feel bad that i feel bad. such is life. in any case i can't fail comorga since i've already used up my allotted failure.
ii. bajista
is what i am now, now that renz has promoted [demoted?] me. i didn't turn down the opportunity because i want to determine whether or not i have more affinity for the bass than the guitar. i've always enjoyed playing riffs more than solos so what the hey. i just hope renz knows what he's doing. "for the band's sake," was it?
iii. paycheck
i started teaching again. i will regret this commitment in the long run but for now at least, i need the money. i used my first paycheck to buy a few shirts. that'll make trish happy at least. i bought three t-shirts, all black. hey, you can never have too many black shirts.
iv. games
i started diablo ii, final fantasy vii, and tomb raider: the last revalation anew. i know that sooner or later these games will as usual interfere with my studies but i can't cut them out of my regimen entirely - that would be inhuman. the key instead is to make sure i will pass despite finals being in the red.
v. a topic unrelated to the title
i caught a bit of the 2004 tonys. i'm actually a fan of the theatre, but more of comedy than either drama or musical. hugh jackman was hosting for some reason then he later won best male performance in a musical for his role in the boy from oz. after seeing the live performance, i have to admit he would've won for balls alone, playing the flamboyant songwriter peter allan [who died of aids - that should clue you in, if the word "flamboyant" didn't]. going back, i couldn't help but lament the lack of local easy-access theatre. considering that the filipino culture is so arts-oriented, it's a shame that we have limited opportunity to showcase our entertainment abilities to the masses. the same goes for the music industry. the government is overlooking a valuable source of both income and national pride. what a waste.
as i am typing out this last line, it's 2.30 in the morning. it just goes to show how serious i am about turning over a new leaf this term. some things never change; most refuse to. perhaps bloghopping has something to do with my insomnia. but i doubt it.
sige ingat.ü
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[Saturday, September 11, 2004]
kimber somehow convinced me to go swimming with her today. she said to meet at 10am so i decided to start by 12. i arrived at 1, a full 30 minutes before her. she certainly takes filipino time to a whole new level.
it didn't matter anyway, turns out, since the lifeguard took one look at my trunks and told me to beat it. bikini or shorts, lycra or polyester, trunks are still trunks. jeez. i really don't get the point of that rule. assuming of course that gay lifeguards aren't using their rulemaking authority to enhance their visuals. eww. i happen to like my trunks. they're poolbootom-blue with white watermarks designed specifically to make me look naked underwater.
i used my sudden free time to pay my tuition fee. there was a semi-snafu at the sfa office due to my failure in anmath. argh. calculus is an even bigger bitch than i am. but god was trying to comfort me, i think. the guy seeing ms kikuchi* [the sfa head] before me had two failures and a gpa below 2.000. i know it's mean but that gave me hope since i was feeling kinda mediocre after failing. yes yes i have a superiority complex. what's new.
after that, renz, chudor, kimber, and i headed to lourdes school of mandaluyong for the sandwich concert. actually the only reason i went was because renz and rogi were part of the opening act, sadly named "living colors".
this requires some explanation: rogi was asked by his former teachers to help them out with guitars and since they also lacked a bassist, he invited renz to tag along. renz, ever the sawsaw, effectively signed his own death certificate. not that they were bad. they merely should have replaced their male vocals, is all. i for one wouldn't want to be associated with a singer whose latest single is "stizzy's mom".
i'd have to say the saddest point of the evening would have to be dj dylan saying "you've seen them teaching everyday, now hear them rock you!" then hearing the opening riff of the calling's wherever you will go. gak. that's the problem with a band whose members are from different generations - the older you get, the more skewed your sense of what's currently popular becomes.
owel. at least renz garnered a lot of fanboys and rogi a lot of fangays. there was an entire tarushkada stationed in front of kimber, chudor, and myself, in fact. needless to say, we frequently went for water at the fountain on the other side of the field.
chudor was kind enough to offer me a ride home. thanks pare. it took us longer to get from bicutan to marcelo than from mandaluyong to bicutan due to some construction work on the service road. i suppose it's better than just letting the road erode away to topsoil. at least our current mayor's doing something.
a final word to the cast and crew of we were swimmers: you didn't build the pool or measure out the chlorine. you can't do anything about the work environment so just keep swimming.
sige ingat.ü
---
kikuchi: notice that teachers in la salle have the weirdest names? kikuchi. tangkeko. but speaking of ms tangkeko [witness here my leet topic-changing skills], i saw her strolling down agno with doc lloyd hhwwpssp.
wtf.
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it didn't matter anyway, turns out, since the lifeguard took one look at my trunks and told me to beat it. bikini or shorts, lycra or polyester, trunks are still trunks. jeez. i really don't get the point of that rule. assuming of course that gay lifeguards aren't using their rulemaking authority to enhance their visuals. eww. i happen to like my trunks. they're poolbootom-blue with white watermarks designed specifically to make me look naked underwater.
i used my sudden free time to pay my tuition fee. there was a semi-snafu at the sfa office due to my failure in anmath. argh. calculus is an even bigger bitch than i am. but god was trying to comfort me, i think. the guy seeing ms kikuchi* [the sfa head] before me had two failures and a gpa below 2.000. i know it's mean but that gave me hope since i was feeling kinda mediocre after failing. yes yes i have a superiority complex. what's new.
after that, renz, chudor, kimber, and i headed to lourdes school of mandaluyong for the sandwich concert. actually the only reason i went was because renz and rogi were part of the opening act, sadly named "living colors".
this requires some explanation: rogi was asked by his former teachers to help them out with guitars and since they also lacked a bassist, he invited renz to tag along. renz, ever the sawsaw, effectively signed his own death certificate. not that they were bad. they merely should have replaced their male vocals, is all. i for one wouldn't want to be associated with a singer whose latest single is "stizzy's mom".
i'd have to say the saddest point of the evening would have to be dj dylan saying "you've seen them teaching everyday, now hear them rock you!" then hearing the opening riff of the calling's wherever you will go. gak. that's the problem with a band whose members are from different generations - the older you get, the more skewed your sense of what's currently popular becomes.
owel. at least renz garnered a lot of fanboys and rogi a lot of fangays. there was an entire tarushkada stationed in front of kimber, chudor, and myself, in fact. needless to say, we frequently went for water at the fountain on the other side of the field.
chudor was kind enough to offer me a ride home. thanks pare. it took us longer to get from bicutan to marcelo than from mandaluyong to bicutan due to some construction work on the service road. i suppose it's better than just letting the road erode away to topsoil. at least our current mayor's doing something.
a final word to the cast and crew of we were swimmers: you didn't build the pool or measure out the chlorine. you can't do anything about the work environment so just keep swimming.
sige ingat.ü
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kikuchi: notice that teachers in la salle have the weirdest names? kikuchi. tangkeko. but speaking of ms tangkeko [witness here my leet topic-changing skills], i saw her strolling down agno with doc lloyd hhwwpssp.
wtf.
posted by stani at 1:14 AM
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[Friday, September 10, 2004]
renz mentioned to me that my blogging style has changed since my first year of college. looking back at my archives, i have to agree. back then, my posts were a lighter read and i exercised wit a lot more. now my sentences are clipped, straight to the point. back then i was a storyteller. now i'm just a bitch. i feel it's less a lack of time and effort than the aftershocks of a college burnout. i'll take this as a symptom - a visible sign of an invisible problem.
"locust day, we will giant." i certainly hope so.
check out my archives if you want to see for yourselves. a word of warning though: my posts back then reflect past views [no duh], most of which have changed. for better or worse, that's for you to decide.
sige ingat.ü
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"locust day, we will giant." i certainly hope so.
check out my archives if you want to see for yourselves. a word of warning though: my posts back then reflect past views [no duh], most of which have changed. for better or worse, that's for you to decide.
sige ingat.ü
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[Thursday, September 09, 2004]
finished septerra core. what a waste of my life. updated my windows media player to version 10. shiny, if nothing else. watched il mare. he should have stayed dead.
sige ingat.ü
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[Tuesday, September 07, 2004]
that's what food tastes like now that i've managed to burn the entire front half of my tongue. the problem with a burnt tongue is that you don't know it's burnt so you continue eating and burn it even more in the process. damn shinramyun. the figurative irony meanwhile is that i'm still 'feasting' on the leftovers from my dad's birthday celebration last sunday. except that i can't taste anything. sound familiar, kimber?
sige ingat.ü
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[Saturday, September 04, 2004]
i. anmath2: 0.0
minsan malas ka, minsan maswerte ang kalaban. extra jos for me, it would seem. i guess my luck finally ran out. owel. i will miss being a priority enrollee, though.
ii. asmprog: 2.0
this was a surprise. jiji's a sure pass after all.
iii. introdb: 4.0
this is just hilarious. the only reason i can think of for ms tangkeko giving me a four is that i named a drink after her.
iv. hacienda espina
before anything else i must plug the rose & grace restaurant [home of the famous batangas bulalo] in sto tomas, batangas. you can't miss it, especially en route from manila. moving on, the plan was to drink my brains out but of course that didn't happen, since i had to babysit certain drunken masters instead. what's new.
v. taguan sa dilim
a game not unlike playing funnybones with a mechanical sander, judging from the quality and quantity of the abrasions i ended up with. can't wait for the next round.
vi. shrooms
1 2 3
asawa ni marie
4 5 6
bagong bapor
7 8 9
watusi
10 10
inom ka nang inom
emerson tong passes the ball to ty tang
tang back to tong
tong to tang
tang to tong
tang
tong
tang
tong
can passes to tan
tan back to can
can back to tan
tan to can
can to
sige ingat.ü
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minsan malas ka, minsan maswerte ang kalaban. extra jos for me, it would seem. i guess my luck finally ran out. owel. i will miss being a priority enrollee, though.
ii. asmprog: 2.0
this was a surprise. jiji's a sure pass after all.
iii. introdb: 4.0
this is just hilarious. the only reason i can think of for ms tangkeko giving me a four is that i named a drink after her.
iv. hacienda espina
before anything else i must plug the rose & grace restaurant [home of the famous batangas bulalo] in sto tomas, batangas. you can't miss it, especially en route from manila. moving on, the plan was to drink my brains out but of course that didn't happen, since i had to babysit certain drunken masters instead. what's new.
v. taguan sa dilim
a game not unlike playing funnybones with a mechanical sander, judging from the quality and quantity of the abrasions i ended up with. can't wait for the next round.
vi. shrooms
1 2 3
asawa ni marie
4 5 6
bagong bapor
7 8 9
watusi
10 10
inom ka nang inom
emerson tong passes the ball to ty tang
tang back to tong
tong to tang
tang to tong
tang
tong
tang
tong
can passes to tan
tan back to can
can back to tan
tan to can
can to
sige ingat.ü
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[Thursday, September 02, 2004]
Schrodinger's cat is a famous illustration of the principle in quantum theory of superposition, proposed by Erwin Schrodinger in 1935. Schrodinger's cat serves to demonstrate the apparent conflict between what quantum theory tells us is true about the nature and behavior of matter on the microscopic level and what we observe to be true about the nature and behavior of matter on the macroscopic level.
First, we have a living cat and place it in a thick lead box. At this stage, there is no question that the cat is alive. We then throw in a vial of cyanide and seal the box. We do not know if the cat is alive or if it has broken the cyanide capsule and died. Since we do not know, the cat is both dead and alive, according to quantum law, in a superposition of states. It is only when we break open the box and learn the condition of the cat that the superposition is lost, and the cat becomes one or the other (dead or alive).
We know that superposition actually occurs at the subatomic level, because there are observable effects of interference, in which a single particle is demonstrated to be in multiple locations simultaneously. What that fact implies about the nature of reality on the observable level (cats, for example, as opposed to electrons) is one of the stickiest areas of quantum physics. Schrodinger himself said, later in life, that he wished he had never met that cat.
funny, so do i.
sige ingat.ü
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First, we have a living cat and place it in a thick lead box. At this stage, there is no question that the cat is alive. We then throw in a vial of cyanide and seal the box. We do not know if the cat is alive or if it has broken the cyanide capsule and died. Since we do not know, the cat is both dead and alive, according to quantum law, in a superposition of states. It is only when we break open the box and learn the condition of the cat that the superposition is lost, and the cat becomes one or the other (dead or alive).
We know that superposition actually occurs at the subatomic level, because there are observable effects of interference, in which a single particle is demonstrated to be in multiple locations simultaneously. What that fact implies about the nature of reality on the observable level (cats, for example, as opposed to electrons) is one of the stickiest areas of quantum physics. Schrodinger himself said, later in life, that he wished he had never met that cat.
funny, so do i.
sige ingat.ü
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[Wednesday, September 01, 2004]
read [past tense] mitch albom's the five people you meet in heaven. it's a really good book, but good like the alchemist was good, meaning to say i wouldn't pay for my own copy anytime soon. anyway, for some reason the book's main character went through the same problems i'm tackling right now so, yeah, you could say "heaven" is dropping me hints. bathala na.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:50 AM
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sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:50 AM
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