tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125902422011-10-31T10:13:09.710+08:00"an age is called dark not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it"JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-59407701979995751362010-02-21T12:42:00.000+08:002010-02-22T09:27:47.345+08:00Most of my friends know that my province is the beautiful Kalibo, Aklan and as soon as they found out, the inevitable remark followed: "di ba dun yung Boracay, malamang nakapunta ka na doon?" and of course my proud response would be "nandun na ako nung sobrang maganda pa sya at di pa sya commercialized". I was indeed part of the blessed few who were able to go to Boracay when it was still pristine, when we were still able to sleep by the beach with just hammocks in between the trees and our source of light during nighttime was the unpredictable gasera.<br><br>For the very few who were indeed able to come to Boracay at its early stages would also know that the only way to get there was to go Kalibo and then ride a jeepney to Caticlan where you will be able to ride a pump boat (sans the lifejackets then) to the paradise island. One of the proud facts that our family holds is that the jeepney terminal to Caticlan was right beside our ancestral house and during those years my grandmother ran a small eatery to cater to the multitudes of people around our area. It's name was Toronian Food House, named after the street where we were located, Oyo Torong, and it served the typical eatery fare, rice and a number of viands.<br><br>The Toronian Food House catered to anyone, be it the simple tricycle driver or the foreign tourists, looking for something to eat before the two hour trip to Caticlan, or the famous artists who were shying away from the hustle and bustle of Manila life. It would open between 7:30 am to 8:00 am and would close at around 6:30 pm to 7:00pm and in between its operating hours the food house would always be brimming with people, craving for the specialty of my lola, the Bistek (the local version of beef steak) and the famed Kalibo longganisa. I would sometimes help out in the eatery but only in delivering the soft drinks as I was still to small to deliver the trays or the extra rice that the customers would order but that would be enough for me. Just to have a chance to observe the people around me was a pleasure for me already. It was here that I found out that there are places where we are all equals. That a vulcanizing boy can share a table with a six foot tall caucasian and his beautiful wife, that a newspaper boy can ask for the ketchup from Richard Gomez. The eatery was where everyone was the same, just a person filling their stomach as they were to go about their daily tasks or as they were waiting for the next trip to paradise.<br><br>I recall a story from my Lola, who by the way was not able to speak any Tagalog but was damned good at speaking in English owing to her "international" clientele. She was so proud of the Toronian because it was a showcase of Filipino hospitality and love for the people around. She was able to meet a lot of people because of it and at the same time, help sustain her children. It was also her way of standing on her own as she was already a widower. But more than all of those, it was something that she was proud of because she was doing something she loved.<br><br>The Toronian Food house actually taught me a lot about life. It serves as an inspiration to me as well as a guide on how I should go about life and though the Food House has been closed already (it closed at around mid to late 90s I can't actually recall) owing to health problems of my Lola and the renovation of the ancestral home I still carry with me some of the lessons I have learned from that beautiful place<br><br>"The fun people are those who have no second thoughts of where they will eat" - my experience has taught me that the people who are easy to get along with are those who are not too queasy of where they eat. Of course some may say that its a personal choice of hygiene and preference but I have observed that most of the time, those who takes a long time before deciding to come in the Toronian and order food are the people who are always afraid or who are always guarded with people. The ones who are adventurous are the ones who can easily share a story and make a child laugh.<br><br>"It always pays to smile at someone" - I've noticed then that the people who order with a smile tends to get better service from all of us than those who order with a frown. Its easier serving someone who you know will offer you a smile.<br><br>"Love your work and treat it as an opportunity for something bigger" - My Lola loved what she did - serving food to everyone that she was always smiling. She thought of work as not work but as an everyday adventure and I loved that thought ever since. <br><br>The Toronian has been closed for already more than a decade and yet it remains open in my heart. I don't know if it (and we who were part of it) had a big impact as well to our customers on their way to paradise but the thought that were able to satiate their hunger or quench their thirst even for just that moment is comfort enough for all of us.<br><br><br><br><br><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-5940770197999575136?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-58501231495020099002009-10-08T03:22:00.000+08:002009-10-08T07:35:19.093+08:00<p>I guess having FB down for a looong time has given me the muse I needed to start writing again and what better experience to write about but the intense anticipation i have for my vacation tomorrow! yahoo! </p> <p>As the title suggests we (that's me, tere kelvin and aya) will be going to Cagayan de Oro and to Camiguin to have some downtime (especially for tere who has just finished the legal torture which they hide under the name Bar Exams) and I'm already brimming with excitement and expectations. In fact I've prepared an excel spreadsheet for the itinerary and budget as well as bought new stuff just for the white water rafting. This is all our first time to do white water rafting and we've all summoned up the courage to actually go for the advanced course already. And since i've had a couple of officemates who've been there before they suggested the following.</p> <ol> <li>If you have a rash guard bring one (unfortunately we don't have any)</li> <li>Make sure your slippers/sandals/shoes stay on</li> <li>bring ziplock or a waterproof bag for your valuables (you know where we can buy a waterproof bag?)</li></ol> <p>They've also suggested places (Bigby's and Sandbar) but I guess for those who'd still be able to read and reply to this before we leave can suggest a few more. =)</p> <p>Excited na kami gid! Mindanao here we come!</p> <p> </p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-5850123149502009900?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-82019003534892109102009-10-06T17:39:00.000+08:002009-10-06T21:55:19.290+08:00 It has been more than 40 hours since I first saw this message from Facebook: <br><div id="error" class="UIMessageBox error"><h2 class="main_message" id="standard_error">Account Unavailable</h2><p class="sub_message" id="standard_explanation">Your account is temporarily unavailable due to site maintenance. It should be available again within a few hours. We apologize for the inconvenience.</p><p class="sub_message" id="standard_explanation">And because of it I still can't access facebook (I can't play mafia wars!!! aagh). But instead of dwelling on it this made me realise how much time I spend on it when I could have used that time to do better stuff. For the past two days I've been cooking my own dinner and was able to clean some parts of the house and reading again Terry Pratchett's Small Gods. These are some of the stuff I take for granted now because I think I have no time when in fact I just choose to spend it somewhere else but will less satisfaction<br></p><p class="sub_message" id="standard_explanation">So what has this experience taught me? One, that at least multiply is more stable than Facebook. (haha), two, that sites like facebook enjoin you to waste your time on them so that they get the airtime to pull in advertisers but ultimately leave you nothing but the small fulfillment of doing nothing worthwhile.</p><p class="sub_message" id="standard_explanation">So i guess from now on if I do get my facebook access back, i'd just check the relevant stuff from my friends and then do the stuff i want like reading a book, touching up on my computer skills - and if time allows do some more mafia wars. hahaha.<br></p></div><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-8201900353489210910?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-50730703503419267522009-04-08T15:44:00.000+08:002009-04-08T20:03:58.018+08:00This Maundy Thursday I hope to finish my first ever Visita Iglesia with the following churches in my itinerary:<br><br>National Shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes<br>Sta. Teresita<br>UST<br>Our Lady of Loreto*<br>San Sebastian<br>San Beda**<br>St Jude Thaddeus<br>San Miguel<br>St Vincent de Paul<br>Ermita Catholic Church<br>Manila Cathedral<br>San Agustin<br>Sta Cruz<br>Quiapo<br><br>*Together with St. Anthony de Padua<br>** I am not actually sure if they allow visitors as I usually see their gate closed<br><br>I have long been wanting to do this but for some reason I always find a reason to postpone it but with all the blessings I've received and my own need to do some soul-searching I promised myself that I will complete this tomorrow. If anyone of you wants to join me just give inform me. I'll start quite early tomorrow. maybe around 6 to 7 am in the morning.<br><br>Have a prayerful Lenten break everyone!<br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-5073070350341926752?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-20177725381514187792009-04-06T08:21:00.000+08:002009-04-06T13:15:39.227+08:00<p>I spent last night up until the wee hours of morning so that I'd have a chance to talk to Tere who's quarter-way around the world (she's in Austria which is at GMT + 2) and just to at least catch a glimpse of her to sustain me for the next few days. She's there right now representing the UP College of Law in the Wilhem C. Vis International Private Law Moot Court and I do hope that all who reads this pray for her and her team.</p> <p>But that is actually not the main topic of this post (tere, forgive me but I have to vent this out). While I was actually talking to tere I was again at my multi-tasking self. I was updating my phone's software, talking to tere, browsing through some long forgotten files in my external hd and of course surfing the net. And I don't know what brought me to it but I went to Friendster just to check it out (yep my friends, it is still alive!) and I was surprised to see a friend commenting on another friend's photo. The photo had two of my friends eating something in the beach and boy was i surprised. These were the ones I supposedly called my close friends and none of them had the gall to invite me to this beach outing. With my rationalising self I came out with possible explanations and of course I gave all of them the benefit of the doubt but in spite of it, what pains me the most is that this is I realised that this is actually not the first time that it has happened. We've been friends for 12 or more years yet it appears that we were only close during the four years that we were together. And when we stepped into college it was as if I was slowly eased out of their lives. Again, I can blame all of this on myself by being busy with a lot of stuff but now in retrospect how can I say that I'm busy to them when they haven't asked me if I was available in the first place?</p> <p>And I guess that's the harsh reality of life. When people don't need you anymore or when they determine that you're not fun to be with or when they simply forget about you then you are nothing but a mere name in their phonebooks, in their email address list only to be remembered when they need it or to be recalled when you need them.</p> <p>I wrote a post with the feelings eerily similar to this one but with a very different <a href="http://agen31.multiply.com/journal/item/43/You_wont_be_missed">context</a> and I never thought that I would be mentioning these poeple in the same breadth, people I truly cherished as friends. But there are times that the best thing to do is to shut up and let it be. Words need not to be spoken as I am not closing my doors to them but now I know who's who. </p> <p>2 sets of friends, 2 different years yet the same feeling again. I don't know if its simply me or its because i get to be on the losing side of the bargain mroe often than I wished. These are the times that I doubt my own self and how I am as a friend to others. Do i just simply leave people that I care for, or is it they that leave me? Or is it simply because I get peeved at the small things?</p> <p>Some may say that this is petty, that I can still expect these people to be there when I need them but for me the reality is that it is not. Friends will be there for the big stuff. Yes, some people will leave you when you need them and it is your true friends that stay but I believe it is the closest friends that pay attention to the small things. The world is large enough for people who care, but close friends can only be limited for those who you believe truly love you.</p> <p>I know I have a lot of friends and acquaintances that I can always turn to but then again I used to say that I can count my closest friends, the people who I was not afraid to share with nor be afraid to be who i really am and be judged for it using two hands, now its down to one. There have been attempts to increase them but due to various reasons it just doesn't work out. </p> <p>So for anyone who gets to read this (and labors through all of my venting) cherish the friends who you really are close with and who you value for it is the small actions that we do that will have the most impact in their lives. Be careful with who you choose to trust and to believe in as a true close friend, for after all it is a committment, a relationship that is nurturing and heart-warming</p> <p>I recall a quote saying that the best conversation with a friend is just by being beside each other and in the silence you understand. These are for friends but for the true close friends we consider It is not enough you were simply there for him or her because in that special instance, it is not the big stuff that you share - the monumental problem, the wailing of a lost love, the success you experienced which makes a friend a close true friend, but instead as a close true friend, because of all the small details that you have shared together you know what to say and do right after that silent moment. That is the magic of friendship. Knowing that whatever happens someone will be there who'll lift your spirts up or help you soar even higher.</p> <p>Friends are the ones who know who you really are, from the problems to the successes. Who does not judge, who does not forget, who pays attention to the little details that make you who you are and who simply loves.</p> <p>My challenge to you know during the lenten break is to actually think of who you'll trust to be your true close friend. And by labeling them as such make sure that you pay attention to them and show them the love that they deserve.</p> <p>As for me, I may have true close friends numbering less and less than I initially thought I had but in the end you don't need a lot, you just need a few who truly loves you.</p><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-2017772538151418779?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-62272606987413770102009-03-16T18:00:00.001+08:002009-03-16T22:08:02.253+08:00I am silence, and silence is me.<br><br>No loud noises, no maelstrom of feelings unperturbed by the onslaught of emotions welling inside.<br><br>I am silence and silence is me<br><br>When I reach out to grasp the infinite prism of nothingness, surprisingly that nothingness itself stops me<br><br>I am silence and silence is me<br><br>Because amidst the presence of all the discord in this world there is nothing more peaceful, nothing as serenely perfect as the silence i have<br><br>the silence that i have when it rests contently with yours.<br><br>You are my silence and my silence is you<br><br>***<br>As you are my love and I am yours. I love you be!<br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-6227260698741377010?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-73163902350354407992009-03-08T17:14:00.000+08:002009-03-08T21:38:51.782+08:00 I renewed my Sun line today so that I can get hold of at least a new phone (my plan is the group plan 899 so I'm entitled to two).  Renewing was just as breeze as I just had to give a valid ID, sign some documents, choose the phones and voila, I have two new handsets.  We were to choose from one handset from plan 600 and another from plan 350 so Tere immediately chose the Samsung J500 while I chose the Nokia 2680 slide (yep, both are slide-phones, perhaps the in-thing in phone designs these days).  Now you maybe wondering why I'm choosing to blog about this when I rarely do blog and more often than not they relate to more serious matter.  Well the reason simply being is the fact that out of the two phones that I got out of renewing with Sun for another 30 months, I ended up not owning any one of them.<div><br></div><div>As obviously stated earlier the Samsung J500 went to Tere so by now you maybe wondering where the Nokia phone went.  Well even before I renewed for the line I definitely knew where It will go through.  Because as much as I'd love a new phone to replace my poor looking Motorola Razr Vi (plus add to the fact that I just got a new phone about three months ago to replace my p990 which got ran over by a speeding fortuner) I knew that there was one person who'd really appreciate it more.  I think it has been two years as well since she got a new phone and I believe it was high time that I start paying off all the things she has given me from the very start.</div><div><br></div><div>And so as they both got home earlier I hid the phone in my hand, welcomed them and told my mom while suppressing my giddiness, "my, baka gusto nyo po ng bagong phone" my mom's eyes lit up.  And even though she has a hard time understanding the new technologies of today and the intricacies of intelligent phones, it was very evident that she wanted it.  Even exclaiming "madali lang ba gamitin to? yaan mo na aaralin ko na lang".  She really wanted it.  And then she told me "umaasa lang ako sa bibigay mo e, alam mo namang ayoko nang bumibili-bili pa". That's my mom, never wanting any more than necessary for herself just as she did so for the past 27 plus years that she has been taking care of me and kuya.  Always us first.  So I thoght that this gesture, even it may be small to some (or even worthless for others), can at least show my love to her.</div><div><br></div><div>And if by that small gesture I can feel her happiness, I myself am a happy son as well.  For I know that it is through those small gestures I can repay the love they have given me all of my life.</div><div><br></div><div>Maybe its time you renewed as well, not necessarily including phone lines, but it should be a renewal of your love to your parents. Watchatink?</div><div><br></div><div>p.s.</div><div>Love you mom and dad!</div> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-7316390235035440799?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-21449695049476512002008-11-25T16:29:00.000+08:002008-11-25T21:46:33.240+08:00I must say the past few days have not been the most pleasant for me.<br><br>Last saturday, after filling up my car in a Shell Station (but of course) in Q. Ave I went directly home only to realize upon my arrival that my credit card was nowhere to be found. So I had to rush back to that particular station and ask the gasoline attendant boy if I left it and his immediate reply was "sir wala po dito". I then immediately went to the select station (since I bought a ferarri key chain) and asked the lady over the counter and again she told me it was not there. I was quite getting panicked already when I went back to my car to search for it again. When I was about to call Citibank to reRport my lost card, the gasoline attendant suddenly comes to me and says "sir nandun pala sa may hanginan, nalaglag siguro" whew! boy was i relieved. So i thanked him and went home to call Citibank just to check if indeed the card wasn't used while it was "lying around" and luckily it wasn't used. <br><br>And then yesterday I was about to go to UP to jog but I had severe headaches in the afternoon. I was forced to go home earler than usual and take a rest.<br><br>And just this afternoon after finally pushing through with my jog (together with Walter and Tess), we were crossing the road in a quick jog in order to avoid the oncoming traffic when I realized my p990 fell from my belt bag. I was frozen in the sidewalk just staring at it when the first two cars were able to swerve past it but suddenly a fortuner ran over it and my hopes of it surviving that ordeal was crushed. I got my phone after a few more cars went past it (it was really only the Fortuner who was fortunate enough to run over it) and to my dismay all it displayed was a blank white screen and a crack could be seen on its lcd. The phone was still functioning as I was still able to call some people and play some of the music but the display was really broken already.<br><br>So there, three days, three weird, unfortunate stuff happening, but amidst all of them I see lessons to be learned.<br><br>1.) Go fill up somewhere near your place so that you can return to it ASAP just in case you leave something.<br>2.) Fill up at Shell stations. Look how honest the personnel are! (I really want to commend the people there)<br>3.) When your head's aching, its your mind's way of telling you to slow down, so you really better do<br>4.) Value your life above your personal possesions. Heck, I could have easily gotten that phone had I wanted to and you woud probably be sending me get-well-soon messages now.<br>5.) Get a Sony Ericsson phone. Look how tough they are. More than once it fell from my hand and nothing happened, and now, a car ran over it and it still works (though no more screen). That's what you call tough!<br>6.) Lastly, don't dwell on the bad things but always try to look at the positive side. I have always believed that everything happens for a reason. <br><br>So do take care of yourselves and always remember to smile! =)<br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-2144969504947651200?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-16826156993825889682008-11-22T18:12:00.000+08:002008-11-22T23:42:52.549+08:00It has been two years since I stepped on the hard court. Two years since I last dribbled a ball in the concrete floor savoring the its grip as I dictated where I wanted it to bounce off and into which direction. Of running to and from our own basket following the whims of a crazy ball which was dictated by the player handling it. I thought I had lost the feeling and the emotion that came with gripping the ball and passing it on the next player or the silent satisfaction of seeing your shot going through the net.<br><br>I had reservations stepping into that floor. I left it a different man from who I am now, a few pounds lighter with a stamina that I had long since forgotten. I was there on the sidelines thinking that if I came into the game I'd definitely tire out easily and be the whopping ass and the laughing stock of the teams. I thought I had forgotten how to play but as soon as I dribbled that ball in play again after two years I realized that it was not that I forgot how to play, I just forgot to have fun in a game. For two years I slaved away in front of a screen typing in numbers and interpreting them. I was making a living, but I was not living.<br><br>Basketball reminded me that life is too short to waste on trivial things. As I started gasping for air after just a few minutes, I realized that I was selling myself short. I loved running, i loved basketball and i loved the camaraderie involved in playing a team game - and yet I was "deprioritising" all of them. Maybe the shortness of breath coupled with the mad endorphin rush I suddenly got was a gentle reminder that life is too short not to be enjoyed.<br><br>I am madly in love with a beautiful lady, I have a great family, I have a great (albeit, very tiring) job. Maybe now its just about right that I indulge myself once in a while.<br><br>And basketball might just be the answer. Let's play ball!<br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-1682615699382588968?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-22450634728113349162008-10-19T11:49:00.000+08:002008-10-19T16:40:34.500+08:00 It is 3:56 pm and instead of spending the afternoon studying for a certification that I paid for handsomely just to get the chance to take the exam for, here I am just typing aimlessly at my keyboard trying to put into words the thoughts that have been forming from my head ever since I came back from my trips.<br><br>In a span of about a month I traveled to two countries, Malaysia and Singapore, seemingly alike yet, different in many ways as well, where I stumbled upon old friends and started asking old questions.<br><br>I remember dreaming of becoming successful in the future. Of being able to buy anything I want, of being able to provide for my family in every way imaginable. Yet I also remember being content eating at small eateries or fast food stores, of buying simple clothes and being satisfied with things that are not flashy but gets the job done. But I also remember the feeling of wanting to buy the coolest techie phone out in the market, or getting expensive shirts or shoes or watches, of always wanting something better. And as I recalled the memories, the thought of what If I don't make it or what If I don't reach my goal suddenly terrified me.<br><br>I met up with some of my friends in Singapore and I can't help but admire them. By their bravery in facing the challenge of living away from their loved ones and also by their ability to earn income that I could only dream of now. One friend says he just wants to save enough so that he can just "retire" comfortably in the Philippines in the near future while one says that he's there to enjoy his freedom, both financially and emotionally. Steadily they are getting there while here I am...<br><br>I do earn more than enough (or so I believe) but there are times when I want to spend on something but then I realize that I can't since spending for that would mean that I have to give up part of my savings (of which, I surprisingly still have little of) or give up an allocation of my budget. Yet when I do occasionally splurge I usually end up getting the worst bargains, the most useless trinkets or the least-needed item amongst a long list. I can't help but feel appalled and saddened when the euphoria of a new buy has settled in. Always exclaiming to myself: "I spent so much sh*t for that!?"<br><br>And that becomes my metaphor for my life right now. I spend long hours at the office trying hard to work diligently in order to justify my boss' trust in me so that I can have enough money to buy the things I want and prepare for the future that I dream of. And yet, I fear that after all of these, I look back and say, "I spent so much sh*t for that?!"<br><br>I'm suddenly unsure what I want and consequently what it entails. I am afraid for a lot of other things yet perhaps the thing that I am most afraid of is realizing that everything that I did was all for naught and that I end up a failure in my own right while my contemporaries are enjoying their lives.<br><br>But beneath all of these, what brings me back to reality is that no matter what, I am still blessed. Blessed to be in a very great relationship with Tere who loves me very much, blessed to have a few and select friends who I can really trust, blessed to have a great family who is always there to support me. And at the very least I should be happy knowing that I may have spent so much sh*t for something, at least I had something to spend in the first place.<br><br>Its now 4:34 and I have to go get back and study. And hopefully I get to finish whatever this is that I started because after all, "I spent so much sh*t for this!"<br><br>*You don't need to know why this is the post's title. =)<br><br><br><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-2245063472811334916?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-60390393481701248082008-06-30T17:20:00.000+08:002008-06-30T21:54:35.879+08:00I received a message from my cousin telling me that she had trouble in her work because her medical exams showed some cause of concern for her lungs. She had to resubmit herself to further x-rays and the second one was the same at the first - it did show signs of abnormalities. According to her (since she took up nursing in college) these were indication of tuberculosis. She had to resign from her job and subject herself to more tests and so that she could also rest herself.<br><br>You maybe wondering why I am sharing this story to you... you see as we were talking about my cousin's predicament I couldn't help but wonder about my own mortality and those of the people I love. There is this nagging feeling in me now forcing me to think of the what ifs. <br><br>What if I lost a loved one the very next morning? (God forbid). Would I be able to stand up and face the reality that an important part of my life is gone? Would I be able to fill in the shoes of my loved one to those that remain? Some may find talking about the death of a loved one taboo, but I can't help but think about it now. I can't help but think If I've loved them enough and more importantly if I've shown it enough. A lot has been said already about not wasting precious moments but how many of us have really taken the time to do just that? I know I haven't done it consistently with my parents for example. All I've done are to kiss them when I leave for the office and to ask for their blessings once I return home. Simple things to me but somehow I know my parents appreciate them and I know I must not forget those little things. But truly, how many have really exerted every effort to show their love? (I know I haven't as well)<br><br>What if I myself faced the same fate? How would others react? Would there be people saddened by it.. or would more of them be happier that I'm gone? Either way I guess I wouldn't know (heck, I'm dead by that time !). I know I don't possess the looks and I know I have done little in my life such that I don't deserve grandiose funerals and as a matter of fact I wouldn't like it at well. I'd rather prefer a simple one where those whose lives have touched me and the few whose lives I touched are there. There may not be many but at least I know these are the people who truly care.<br><br>And enough of the morbid talk... I just needed to vent out the anxiety that comes when facing death. He whose mere presence have sent shudders to people, whose single act changes the lives of so many, whose coming we cannot stop. He is death, he is inevitable and his coming is not for us to decide.. but what we do before he does come is something we decide for our own.<br><br>Go to your parents, go to your bf/gf, go to anyone who you truly care about. Tell them you love them because after all, <span style="font-weight: bold;">that </span>is what truly matters.<br><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-6039039348170124808?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-25374346066952748582008-06-23T16:43:00.000+08:002008-06-23T21:22:44.174+08:00In the aftermath of typhoon Frank we are left with numerous disasters. The sinking of MV Princess of the Stars, the various floodings in the provinces, the browouts, the deaths but among these there is one that really hit me is right that at home.<br><br>Kalibo has been hardly hit by typhoon Frank. My mom just got off the phone with my aunt and she has told a tale so harrowing and depressing that left a deep mark on me. According to them they've never felt a typhoon this strong with floods so high and so sudden. My auntie recounted that she and my cousin were almost trapped to death when they were in the basement of our building (it's the commerical building on the corner of Roxas Avenue and Oyo Torong near the bridge to Numancia) trying to salvage some of their stuff when the waters suddenly came rushing it reaching almost to head level in a matter of seconds. Luckily my other cousin was there and he was able to kick the door open and bring them out. There are also stories of people just crossing the street who were just lucky to grab onto something when the waters came in from the overflowed Aklan river because if they hadn't they would surely have been swept away.<br><br>The whole province is now covered in mud now and there are is a dearth of basic resources. A kilo of rice now costs 150 pesos and they have no supply of water and electricity. What is so sad is there is no support coming in from the local or the national government even though there are scores of people dead and injured and badly need help. The story that hit me the most was that of auntie scavenging around for a paracetamol for my cousin suffering from fever due to an infected wound. The building itself became an evacuation area for lost children. It really is a mess there right now and even though we'd like to send something to them we obviously can't as there are problems on transportation and on the businesses themselves. According to preliminary estimates the earliest that electricity and water will be restored is in a month's time. My aunt and my grandmother can't help but cry with this tragedy. My aunt kept on telling my mom, "wala na kaming gamit.." but i fear its more than that.<br><br>I fear that they did not lose their material possesions alone, what's worse is, they've lost hope.<br><br>And though I don't know how to help them right now physically, what I know is that if we just join and pray together for them.. that they may find the strength, the courage and the hope to go through this, maybe, no, i'm sure that they will find that little bit of hope. Little, but more than enough to see them through.<br><br>We've prayed and lent a hand for various disaster victims all over the world, this time though let's pray for our fellow Filipinos, those that lost a loved one in various disasters, those whose lives were shattered, those that needed to be reminded that there is goodness left in this world.<br><br><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-2537434606695274858?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-52758500141991852412008-06-07T12:35:00.000+08:002008-06-07T17:06:14.589+08:00 My decision to move back to QC put in the need for me to avail of a DSL subscription so that I could work at home, and for those who read my earlier post I moved out of my condo in May but I only got to subscribe this month (or about a three-week delay). And since I got a fixed line subscription where usage is unlimited I have nothing else to do now while waiting for my downloads to finish I thought of writing in a few lines.<br><br>First of all, let's discuss this DSL Connection. I was supposed to get the PLDT myDSL since we already had a land line subscription but since their subscription process was way too time-consuming for me and my mom (since the phone's registered in her name) I decided to go instead to Bayantel. I submitted my application last Sunday and they promised to call me back after three days (which incidentally fell on my birthday) to confirm my application and when I can pay for the subscription . They did not call back and I actually forgot but I did call them last Thursday to confirm and the polite lady on the other end of the line told me that the application was approved and someone was already coming over to install the line by Friday. I was quite surprised because how I understood the process was that they were going to confirm my application, I pay for the installation fee only then do they install it. So I told the customer rep about this and she told me that she'll check and someone will call me again. Friday came and I suddenly received a SMS from my mom telling me that they were already installing the lines and that the modem will be installed by Saturday. I told my mom to tell them that I haven't paid for it yet but what the heck if they wanted to put the lines in then let's not waste their time and their gas in coming to the house. So this Saturday I was about to go to where I applied for the line on how I should pay for the bill on the installation when Manang called me up to tell me that the person installing the modem was here. He put in the modem in a jiffy and I'm now officially online! Though I'm quite happy that I got the DSL in less than a week, i'm still curious as to the whole application process. So I do intend to call them up to inquire about this as well as the payment methods for this.<br><br>Next topic would be my unanswered question. Its been bugging me for about four days already and I still can't figure it out. Well i guess it may be something that they needed to do for themselves or its just plain getting back at you. whatever the case i just wanted to know why, but oh well.<br><br>So I guess that's just it for now. I'll try to post something more interesting next time.<br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-5275850014199185241?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-69695015990397405932008-06-04T18:36:00.000+08:002008-06-04T22:43:19.647+08:00 <p class="MsoNormal">First of all I want to say thank you to the our Lord Almighty for giving me the chance to be in this world for the last 24 years.<span style=""> </span>The journey has been rough but I’ve enjoyed all of it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Next I’d like to thank everyone who remembered my special day last Tuesday.<span style=""> </span>From the early greeters to those who waited until the wee hours of the night to send their greetings I really appreciate the small gesture that reminds me that people still care about me. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And of course I’d like to thank my family and Tere for being there for me.<span style=""> </span>This life has been so special because how mommy, daddy, kuya, manang and of course tere, loves me. You make me feel so special that I continuously want to become a better man.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And for those who were wondering how the special day went? Well even though I would have wanted to take the day-off, I simply can’t because its month-end closing right now and the requirements I handle have a strict timeline.<span style=""> </span>And since my birthday was a Tuesday was I really lucky when I re-discovered the fact that my car was coding for that day! So there I was, sitting in the office at 630 in the morning waiting for the events of the day to unfold.<span style=""> </span>But I guess I am just so blessed to be part of an office where we treat one another as family.<span style=""> </span>Everyone greeted me with smile and gusto and they even threw a lunch party for me at Manong’s!<span style=""> </span>I really am so proud to be part of the Finance family in SPEX most especially because I really do feel at home with my officemates and we treat one another with respect and camaraderie that really makes you feel you belong. After lunch we still had to finish the month-end processes and even though I finished mine at around 430 I still couldn’t go home because of coding. So I waited until 630 before I went out of the building, fetched tere in the nearby Festival Mall where she was buying school supplies and off we went back home. I was hoping that the timing would just be enough so that when we reached Makati it would already be 7 but alas, traffic was so light that we were in the exit by 645. So what we did was we advanced the clock in the car so that when a traffic enforcer apprehends us we could say that it’s already past seven.<span style=""> </span>I was also thinking of using the birthday treat ploy but we were lucky enough to avoid apprehension until it really became 7pm. We arrived home at around 745 where my parents together with my 3rd cousin and his cousin (so I guess that makes us 4th cousins already) were already seated for dinner. We had a hearty dinner followed up by good conversations when two of my good friends in High School came by to greet me. We enjoyed catching up and sharing stories but since it was a workday the following day we had to break it up at around 11. Well, of course I could have wished for something different for that day but having to celebrate it with the people you love, respect and care about makes it one of the best days ever.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Again thanks to everyone! Happy Birthday! hehe</p> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-6969501599039740593?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-79463547280233182162008-05-01T04:53:00.000+08:002008-05-01T09:04:59.447+08:00 <span class="insertedphoto"><a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/SBkWoAoKCEgAABY8XTo1"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.agen31.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBkWoAoKCEgAABY8XTo1/DSC00559%20%28Small%29.JPG?et=L6yKKL32hGvCUfqexiqVgg&nmid=" border="0"></a></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span>After one year of stay in my beloved condo i finally have to say goodbye. As some of you may know I lost my job and have no means of paying for the humongous rent that this condo entails. so i am willing to take on any jobs that you may offer... <br><br>joke lang. i didn't lose my job, masyado lang daw ako magulo kaya pinalalayas na ako. hehehe. seriously, one year lang kasi ang rent allowance na binigay ng company ko at dahil mahal ang renta dito, uwian muna uli ako. hehehe. baka naman may alam kayong ok na place sa alabang/las pinas na pwedeng i-rent. <br><br>By the way, here are some of the pics of my moving out. I'll post the rest on a separate album. =)<br><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://agen31.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBkVpAoKCEgAAAII-WU1"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.agen31.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBkVpAoKCEgAAAII-WU1/DSC00177.JPG?et=HtOCg5YK78PXo9WIPKrDGg&nmid=" border="0"></a></span><br><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://agen31.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBkWagoKCEgAABZPYF41"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.agen31.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SBkWagoKCEgAABZPYF41/DSC00560%20%28Small%29.JPG?et=738MLz7nv9dQ6UQ1UWS%2BLA&nmid=" border="0"></a></span><br><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-7946354728023318216?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-16601051210489483432008-04-19T09:29:00.000+08:002008-04-19T13:53:37.743+08:00Was it all worth it? Was it worth losing a night's sleep on? Come to think of it it just simply is two people re-drawing a line long thought to be drawn and choosing (switching to) a side they wanted to be in. Counting the principle of necessity (and saving good face for that matter) the actions of these certain individual is definitely expected. Murmurs and small evidences were already present, enough to avoid surpising others but of course, one can't help but feel piqued knowing that he really was a chameleon, or a local politico for that matter, one who always presents his best side to other people, one who says the right things to them, the words they expect to hear in order to gain their trust knowing fully in the end that they can easily switch to the other side. And that's what I hate in people, talking but never backing it up, saying nasty words behind their back only to befriend them because it's the best alternative they have right now.<br><br>Yes you may say that past is past, that a new leaf of the old book has been turned and I do commend you for taking it in. But I know more than that, you know this person when there's nothing actually at stake but I've known this person when everything actually was and though I've forgiven I do not intend to forget. Thank you for making realize and know that I do not expect nor will I allow you to switch sides again. The line has been drawn and for me its the last time that you get the chance to cross it.<br><br>Never again. You gave reason enough why it should be that way.<br><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-1660105121048948343?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-65008648493372738452008-04-13T14:51:00.001+08:002008-04-13T19:01:27.301+08:00Who would have thought that in my lifetime I would score a 100 on a videoke machine? I know that you may be suddenly double-taking now, making sure that that author of the post you are reading is indeed me, rest assured yes, it is me, and though I have no proof to show you, what I have is a witness, (my very beautiful and lovely gf, Tere) and the immense feeling of satisfaction that I have hurdled one of the tasks I have listed as next-to-impossible. Hehehe .<span style=""> </span>The feeling up to now is so vivid so let me share it with you. <p class="MsoNormal">Tere and I had to go to Trinoma as I wanted to look for a duffel bag to replace my worn-out yet very trusty bag (all JPIANs out there who had been to planning sem with me will surely know this bag, it’s the blue duffel bag with the Goodyear logo imprinted on it) and after looking around for hours I asked her if she wanted to go to Timezone just to enjoy ourselves and check out whether one of the videoke stalls wee still free of occupants as it was only 11 am.<span style=""> </span>Tere immediately liked the idea and we rushed to Timezone. I loaded our powercards and she went to the only unoccupied booth left (boy were we lucky!) So I went inside and started browsing thru the songlists. Knowing that we could make complete fool of ourselves since we were the only persons in the room and although others can perhaps hear a little and look at us from the outside, we didn’t care, this was going to be our moment to sing as if no one was listening and watching!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can’t actually remember the first song I chose since we sang almost ten each but what I do remember is that I was surprised that I actually got 93 on my first song. It was a good sign already.<span style=""> </span>Tere had her turn then I had the mike back, I chose a song that I felt I could sing and I chose “Minsan Lang kitang iibigin”. Still wary that my out-of-tune voice might be heard outside, I started softly but in the middle of it realizing that the person from the other room was as bad<span style=""> </span>as I was (and his voice was definitely louder) I raised my singing a notch higher, undisturbed by other people peering at our booth checking if it was free.<span style=""> </span>After singing it and then the familiar tune of the grade coming up I was so surprised to see that I scored the 100! Yippee!! I did the almost-impossible! (di ba Roma? Hehehe)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So feeling empowered by the 100 I got, tere belted her best when she sang “Unwritten” afterwards and then she scored a 100 also! Yahoo! By this time, I felt either the acoustics of the booth were so good that we were finally singing in tune or that the machine had a faulty scoring system (which, for those who know the both of us, might think of this as the more realistic reason) but we didn’t mind that. As I told you, this was our moment to shine, feeling more confident and enjoying more than ever we continued on our singing and even sang a duet (which if I remembered it right was peter cetera and cher’s after all was scored at around 92.).<span style=""> </span>We continued on singing for an hour or so until our powercard load ran out, and I’m proud to say that there wasn’t a song I scored lower than 92 (which either confirms that the acoustics were really good or the scoring was really faulty, but come on, give it to me just this once, believe that the acoustics were just really good)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So that’s how we spent our date yesterday, eating , looking around, singing our hearts out, and still falling madly in love with each other. I wouldn’t have thought of a more perfect Saturday than that… well come to think of it, almost every Saturday is perfect when I spend it falling in love with Tere. Di ba be? Hehehe, cheesy!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">P.S. By this time you may be thinking that the 100 story was just something to catch people’s attention so I can brag about my love for Tere and that it might be a product of my imagination , but it is indeed true and that for just this time believe that I really got a 100 singing a song! Woohoo!!! Hehehe.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-6500864849337273845?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-12196151019266250772008-04-06T18:24:00.000+08:002008-04-06T22:30:07.006+08:00 <p class="MsoNormal">Akalain mong pangalawang summer season ko na pala to habang isang empleyado, at sa dalawang taon na yun ay iisang beses pa lang talaga ako nakakapagbakasyon? Hmmm bakit kaya… well, dahil long weekend ngayon nagkaron ako ng oras para mapagtanto ang mga bagay-bagay at ito ang aking naisip:</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=""><span style="">1.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Pera –malamang naman meron ka kung kaya’t nagbabalak kang magbakasyon, kaso minsan hindi kaya ng budget mo yung mga nais mong puntahan.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=""><span style="">2.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Kasama – malamang may barkada ka, kaso naman madalas dahil puro bagito pa kayo sa trabaho at feeling nyo lahat kayo ay may kailangan patunayan sa inyong pinapapasukang trabaho ay hindi nyo magawang makapagplano ng matino para lang sa bakasyon. Syempre nga naman hindi naman masayang magbakasyon kung mag-isa ka lang di ba? Kung ganun na rin lang aba e di matutulog na lang ako sa bahay ko no? hehehe.<span style=""> </span>Kaya nga minsan kahit na masama na ang loob ko na parang lahat ng inaaya ko ay hindi pwede oks lang alam ko naman na ang dahilan ay ang:</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=""><span style="">3.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Trabaho – ano pa nga ba. Ang pinakadahilan yata para sa lahat ng nagpapakapawis at nagpapakapagod para lamang kumita.<span style=""> </span>Bagaman sa simula pa lamang ng taon ay may ginagawa na kaming kung tawagin ay “leave plan” kadalasan ay hindi ito nasusunod para sa mga tulad kong bagito pa sa trabaho. Mayroon kasing mga susulpot dyan na hindi mo inaasahan. Mga system down-times, mga kakaibang trabaho at kung ano ano pa.<span style=""> </span>Kahit may panggastos ka dahil sa kakaovertime mo, minsan iisipin mo na itutulog mo na lang yung mga long weekend na katulad ng ganito kaysa sa magbakasyon lalo na’t alam mong may nakaantay na naman sa yong trabaho pagbalik na pagbalik mo. Kaya bat ka pa nga naman magbabakasyon?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, siguro yun lang talaga ang hirap sa mga kabatch at mga kaibigan ko, sobrang tindi ng will-to-succeed e nakakalimutan na naming aliwin ang mga sarili namin ang laking pressure kasi para sa isa’t-isa sa amin<br></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Kaya naiintindihan ko kayo, pero syempre nagbabakasakali pa rin ako na baka mayroong magaaya ng bakasyon dyan o baka naman may libre sabihin nyo lang at tignan natin kung di sagabal ang pera, kasama, at ang trabaho. hehehe.<br></p> <p class="MsoListParagraph"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-1219615101926625077?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-64489773361229478692008-01-21T14:46:00.000+08:002008-01-21T20:18:15.582+08:00<P>Nakikigaya lang habang nagpapahinga sa trabaho (at nag-aantay mag load ang data)</P> <P>Student number?<BR>2001-05074</P> <P>College?<BR>College of Business Administration</P> <P>Ano ang course mo?<BR>BS Business Administration and Accountancy (BAA)</P> <P>Nagshift ka ba o na-kick out?<BR>Sa awa ng Diyos hindi naman</P> <P>Saan ka kumuha ng UPCAT?<BR>Sa Econ (hehe. swerte daw sabi ng iba)<BR><BR>Favorite GE (General Education) classes?<BR> Hum 1 (the best mga classmates ko dito, i still remember doing lysistrata! hehehe), Kas 2, Hum 2, Soc Sci 2</P> <P>Favorite PE?<BR>Weightlifting (under kay sir Barber!)<BR><BR>Saan ka nag-aabang ng hot guys/girls sa UP?<BR>tambayan, san pa? hehe</P> <P>Favorite Professors?<BR>Sir Pedro de Ocampo, Mam Trina Esguerra, Mam Dani Rose Salazar, Sir Dave Borja at si sir Dinky Abarra</P> <P>Least favorite GE (General Education) class?<BR>Hmmm.. Philo?<BR><BR>Did you sign up for Saturday classes?<BR>Parang hindi ata. Wednesday lang</P> <P>Nakapag-field trip ka ba?<BR>yup! Hum 2 class namin ay nag-Ilocos</P> <P>Naging CS ka na ba or US sa UP?<BR>Yup.<BR><BR>What Organization/Fraternity/Sorority were you a member of?<BR>UP JPIA (op cors!) RVC-CBA, UP CAP CBA-SE, at once upon a time (though unverified kasi bumili lang ako ng t-shirt, Bridge Baron's Society. hehehe)</P> <P>Saan ka tumatambay palagi?<BR>JPIA tamabayan at CBA 3F back lobby<BR><BR>Dorm, Boarding house, o Bahay?<BR>Bahay.<BR><BR>Kung walang UPCAT test at malaya kang nakapili ng kurso mo sa UP, ano yun?<BR>pareho lang. hehe. <BR><BR>Sino ang pinaka-una mong nakilala sa UP?<BR>si debbie ata. nung enrollment sya yung pinagtanungan ko e. hehe<BR><BR>First play na napanood mo sa UP?<BR>nakalimutan ko na sya.. hmm..<BR><BR>Saan ka madalas mag-lunch?<BR>either BA Caf, BA coop, or beach house</P> <P>Name the 5 most conyo orgs in UP.<BR>Mahirap ata yan, may mga kaibigan ako dun sa iba e.</P> <P>Name 5 of the coolest orgs/frats/soro in UP.<BR>JPIA syempre, hehe. pwede na din ang UP REP at SAMASKOM. hehe<BR><BR>May frat/soro bang nag-recruit sa yo?<BR>Meron<BR><BR>Masaya ba sa UP?<BR>Op cors!!<BR><BR>Nakasama ka na ba sa rally?<BR>Pwede na din. hehe</P> <P>Ilang beses ka bumoto sa Student Council?<BR>4 times lang ata.<BR><BR>Pinangarap mo rin bang mag-laude nung freshman ka?<BR>oo naman.</P> <P>Kanino ka pinaka-patay sa UP?<BR>kay tere. kanino pa? hehe<BR><BR>Kung di ka UP, anong school ka?<BR>baka UST or ADMU. hehe</P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-6448977336122947869?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-13262561445383461812007-10-19T02:55:00.000+08:002007-10-19T07:34:24.732+08:00<P>I was browsing through my mail when I read a message from Manu, the current president of UPJPIA, announcing the new Executive Board for the second semester of 2007 and I can't help but feel overwhelmed with emotions when I saw the list. For one thing it shows that JPIA is very much still in good hands seeing the great job that the EOs had done and the promising new names in that hallowed list. And of course it makes me proud to see familiar names on the list heading their own committees and adhocs</P> <P>I distinctly remember the time when I was applying for my first EB position and I had no apprehensions in doing it. It was just having the guts to come up and write your name on a paper in one of the bulletin boards on the 3f back lobby and hoping that you get your desired position. What was more dominant was the feeling of excitement, knowing that you'll get the chance to enjoy college life and at the same time meet great people along the way. Whatever you learned and got from it was the bonus, the proverbial icing on the cake.</P> <P>I also remember my time when we had to choose who would go where in that hallowed list and I can say for a fact that those EB deliberation nights where one of the most fun discussions I've ever had, simply because of the gusto that my co-EOs were putting into it and the numerous considerations we have to factor in and most especially, looking at what position would fit the person the best and where he or she would grow best as a person, as a leader, and as a jpian.</P> <P>And now as I see the revered list again (perhaps the 3rd to the last time where I will still know people in the list) I can't help but feel proud of all the people in there and were there. From the new members with the guts to try out something new in their life (JPIA is definitely an experience that nothing else will compare to); to the old members who once upon a time where the young ones we were trying to guide, to influence, and more importantly to love JPIA, who are now its leaders; to all the past EB members and past EOs who have put their hearts in this organization and helped it continue its growth and leadership; to the current Executive Officers who have to make the decisions and stand by it, the EOs who have to be the organization's back when everything is good and to be its face when everything is bad; these are the people who now make up the organization I love.</P> <P>But I do have to warn people who are in this list. Being part of this list is not a right, it is a privilege granted to you because of your commitment. Once you signed up, you are telling yourself and you are promising others that you will commit yourself in the projects not only of your committee or ad hoc, not only on all the projects of JPIA, but you are also committing yourself to love this organization and its people. This list is a testimony of that commitment</P> <P>I was once part of this list and one of the greatest fulfillments for me is to see that somehow I did my own little share in molding the people who now make up this new EB list. And just to see them imparting to the new generation lessons that were imparted to me, learnings that that helped them grow and most importantly, the love that we all have for JPIA is enough gratitude for me and for those who came before.</P> <P>Go JPIA!</P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-1326256144538346181?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-69772836142256214632007-09-29T14:34:00.000+08:002007-09-29T19:14:44.317+08:00<P>(fpr pictures, just see the photos page)</P> <P>I just came back from a trip to, borrowing from Mike, the "forefront" of Civilization. The seat of power of a civilization that has been at the forefront of advancement in early times and is now the main proponent of cheap "mass market" goods in the world. A place of many firsts - paper, gunpowder, siopao, pansit, etc.. (oddly enough, even a "good" senator even points to them as the forefathers of corruption).</P> <P>We (that would be me, Abby and Mike) went to Beijing last week to attend a training for the company were all working for and we immediately grabbed the opportunity to experience to immerse ourselves in the place and the culture by going a day earlier than scheduled. It was a day of many firsts as this was my first trip out of Southeast Asia (and my first international trip not going to Malaysia - finally!) and my first trip on business class - and what better way to experience your firsts with Cathay Pacific as your plane (you gotta love their business class and their lounges- though the only point of comparison i have is that of the local co-shared flights that we had to travel in). Our adventure started even before we arrived at Beijing when we started being too comfortable in the Cathay Pacific Lounge (the Pier, I think) and we forgot that our flight was already in ten minutes. we had to rush to the other side of the airport (much like in amazing race, but without the cameras and the bulky backpacks). We did reach it in time and were cozily settled in our seats when we found out we had to transfer to another plane. oh well... the rest of the day proved to be uneventful except for the fact that i lost my set of keys somewhere in our transit and so had to have the concierge force open my locks.</P> <P>The following day, while most of you might still be asleep we were already on our way to see and experience one of the greatest wonders of the world, the Great Wall and boy what an experience it was. Starting from the cable car ride to the base of the wall (you can actually walk to the base from the parking area, though it might take you about three hours or so according to our guide) up to the point where tourists can't go any further, you will not help but feel overwhelmed by the experience and be marveled by the ingenuity and the hardships that the chinese had to go through in order to erect this massive structure. I won't go into narrating the events of our tour but for those interested to know, we went to the Mutianyu part of the wall (there were also Badaling and the other one i forgot), we chose the right part of the wall (you can go two directions) and the time it took us for a complete roundabout was around two hours (complete with the rest stops and the picture taking)</P> <P>The rest of the week was actually spent on the course and a few trips to the ultimate "Divisoria" one can ever go to. Though I would still believe that for amateur hagglers like me Divisoria will still be the cheapest way to buy clothes, Silk Market is still the place where haggling is a precious commodity in order for you to maximise your RMBs. Imagine being offered an adidas jacket for 600 RMB (roughly 3,600 pesos) and bringing it down to just 80 RMB! (480 pesos). So here's a warning to all those planning to go there, if you are not too keen on haggling or afraid of too much personal contact with the sellers (i tell you, they have vise-grips for hands there) or may appear to look interested in everything that's offered to you, then Silk Market is definitely not for you.</P> <P>Anyhow, moving to a different topic, I was quite surprised with Beijing, they had ginormous buildings (i mean really BIG buildings, both horizontally and vertically and space-wise) as well as expansive roads (a normal road there is about 6 lanes + the bicycle lanes). Makes you really wonder why can't Metro Manila have the same good urban planning as KL and Beijing have. It is also interesting to note that most of the cars we saw there were MBs, Audis and BMWs (made me wonder if they also pirate cars there.. hmmm). So it really appeared the Beijing is a very nice and modern place to live in (though I can't say the same for their subways). Maybe it had also something to do with a certain big event going to be held their next year. (I think its called Olympics..)</P> <P>On to another topic (apologies for having no coherency for this post). I will not comment on the training itself as it is supposed to be proprietary (as students of Sir Salita would know what's with proprietary stuff) I will also not be talking about the people i worked with there for a few reasons: 1.) I didn't get to bond with them as much as I did with the people in Gourami. 2.) It would be improper since they might misinterpret what I'll post (if anyone ever gets to read this) and 3.) some were really full of shit that others might misinterpret Shell people in general. </P> <P>So I guess basically that's my Beijing post. I really do wanna thank my two companions, Mike and Abby, my fellow Gouramians - something that really connects the three of us in a lot of aspects (in fairview!!!) hehehe, to our other compatriot Chito who I learned a lot from and totally enjoyed going around with, to another fellow Gouramian and the only Finance person aside from me, MingYao Tan, to ChangLong and Haomin - my groupmates who were the silent ones, to my other groupmates in Phoenix, and to the other delegates a big thanks for the memories and the learnings! </P> <P>post script..</P> <P>Beijing's self-proclaimed Prince of Party brought us to this club called Mix and it was a nice place, but I must say, the Chinese youth does have a strange way of dancing.. (not that I am a good one either)Ü</P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-6977283614225621463?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-32201199954539344482007-08-27T17:22:00.000+08:002007-08-27T21:32:58.682+08:00<P>I suddenly realized what's one of the hardest things to do in life, and that's to shop for ladies' shoes! Haay. grabe, napapagod talaga ako. I'm currently here in KL for a workshop and guess what, before I went here, I volunteered to buy my mom, my dad, tere, manang, and tita michele sandals since its cheaper here (gee, what a great idea!)... but i am on my second day already and after about 10 hours of going around three malls I've only bought one for my mom and my dad (kay daddy kasi madali lang) for the rest it has really been very difficult since when you choose for a shoe you try to place yourself in that person and think about what she likes and what she doesn't and boy, its really very difficult. sana bukas makahanap na ako para hindi naman ako bigo sa pangako ko. hehe. any suggestions? </P> <P>***</P> <P>speaking of pasalubong, tumawag pinsan ko (yari tayo sa roaming charges nyan. hehe) at syempre humingi din ng pasalubong.. at syempre naman, pag binigyan ko sya kailangan bigyan ko yung siyam ko pang mga pinsan.. any suggestions din? hehe</P> <P>***</P> <P>lastly, i walked to petronas twin towers just tonight and wow, ang taas talaga nya. pangit nga lang pic ko kasi pagabi na and bad timing dahil bawal ang mga bisita pag monday. sayang naman. pumunta na lang ako dun sa katabing mall na parang greenbelt sa profile ng mga shops. at syempre wala pa atang 5 mins ay lumabas na ako dahil alam ko naman na wala akong mabibili dun. hehehe.</P> <P>***</P> <P>ayan, maguupdate na lang ako pag may kaupdate update na. hehehe</P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-3220119995453934448?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-85936244886494878842007-07-10T03:19:00.000+08:002007-07-10T08:24:59.716+08:00<P><FONT face="lucida sans unicode, lucida"><FONT color=#330099><FONT style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Instruction:</SPAN><BR style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a list of their own 6 weird things in their blog as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.</SPAN></FONT><BR style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"></FONT></FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099><STRONG>Tagged</STRONG> by Ian (at dahil si Ian to, kailangan pagbigyan. hehehe).</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>1. I prefer to eat viands with ketchup</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>2. I love James Michener but I only have 3 of his numerous books</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>3. I read William Caunitz novels (police-procedurals from an unknown author).</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>4. I used to play Civilization (I and II) for 12 straight hours</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>5. I usually get sleepier when I drink coffee.</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>6. And speaking of coffee, have been avoiding entering a high-class coffee shop (Starbucks, etc) up until now.</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>Finished!</FONT></P> <P><FONT face=Verdana color=#330099>I tagged: Francis, Iris, Owen, Rach, Migs, Jake</FONT></P><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-8593624488649487884?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-55746029853327565012007-06-09T20:02:00.000+08:002007-06-09T20:22:02.544+08:00why is it that when you most need someone to talk to you suddenly find that they aren't there?<br /><br />what if this has always been the case that you suddenly feel that your thoughts are not worth sharing anymore.. that no one actually can give a damn?<br /><br />what if all your life, you’ve wished for that one moment where you can bare your soul to anyone and not thinking of the consequence?<br /><br />wouldn’t it be nice to finally let off all the steam, the frustration, the hidden fears and anguish?<br /><br />what if you really never got that chance?<br /><br />what if it was a friend, a true and valued friend, would you have wished you gave that chance?<br /><br />so the next time someone simply asks for your time, if you do value that person then give it.<br /><br />or better yet, why wait? its never too late to ask a simple question to a friend..<br /><br />we all need that crying shoulder and that pat in a back once in a while.. so go ahead ask the people you value the most.<br /><br /><em>"uy, kamusta na, usap naman tayo, gusto magkita?"</em><br /><em></em><br />who knows. you might just make their day.Ü<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-5574602985332756501?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-90030469604527419642007-04-07T19:42:00.000+08:002007-04-07T19:59:08.301+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br />wow. it has been a long time since i last sat in front of my pc trying to post something coherent. well, a lot have happened since the last time i posted and though I'd love to share them all with you I know I can't because 1.) i have little patience in writing when i don't have my muse and 2.) it would be of little interest to you to know what I do in my job. So let's just go on with the random stuff shall we?<br /><br />1.) Lucky bastard<br /><br />I was browsing through some of the blogs of my friends and I chanced upon this one blog where the author was rambling about how unfortunate and at the same time blessed he/she was and I can't help but relate it to my current state. First of all I know I'm one of the most blessed persons in the world given that I have a happy family, a wonderful relationship with my girlfriend and a stable (hopefully) job. But I still can't help but feel that there's something missing, that despite the fact that I work 12 to 14 hour workdays and get to spend weekends with tere and my family I feel unfulfilled. hmm. maybe because its just that I feel that I can do something else than what I'm doing right now. That I should not just be crunching numbers but doing something that I'll really enjoy doing. Anyway, going back to the original topic, I wish this guy all the luck as he seems destined for greatness. I just learned that in the real world, you need all the skill you can have but you better have one hell of good luck to really make it big.<br /><br />2.) Relocation plans<br />Yes, I've finally decided to move into a nearer place to my work as the travelling time slowly kills me. The turning point was my not-so-fortunate bout with the regional treasurer of my company and my subsequent trip home where I was almost flattened not by one but by two trucks. I guess stress and driving is much the same as drinking and driving, both don't mix very well.<br /><br />3.) Windows Vista<br />I've installed a new OS and I still can't see that glaring differences it has with XP aside from that fact that its an eye-candy (trying to be like apple). Maybe because I need a higher RAM (which I'm planning to buy after I move into my new apartment). Maybe after that I get to realize the true potential of Vista.<br /><br />Oh well, that's all for now. Maybe when I get the chance again I'll try to post more random ramblings.. hmm..<br /><br />Of course, a BLESSED EASTER TO EVERYONE!<br /><br />Let us be thankful that God gave his life to save all of us.<br /><br />Thank you Lord!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-9003046960452741964?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-84746192209148879382007-01-10T12:15:00.000+08:002007-01-10T12:17:57.337+08:00<span>A lot of people have commented that I only write weird, sad and idiosyncratic entries. And for the past five or six serious entries (discounting my work entry) it all seems to be revolving on the same theme – failure, sadness, and depression.<br /><br />Why then do I write these entries? Well, for the longest time I’ve learned that the best way to control stress and depression is by writing them down. Even though some may have been fictional, most of the time the entries are based on real-life experiences; on true hurts and pains. And really, one of the very few times I feel the urge to write is when I go through these stages. Also, instead of me shouting it out to another person, a written piece of work serves a three-fold purpose for me.<br /><br />1. I get to edit what I’m going to say (even though most of the time I write directly what I feel at that moment, I still do reread the post before posting it) as such I don’t get to hurt the people who I’m ‘angry’ with. This was a lesson learned the hardest way possible. A mere slip of the tongue on an emotional issue can ruin a friendship forever. While an anonymous post (anonymous being the fact that the reader doesn’t know who I am referring to) can only hurt guilty parties who believe that they are the one I am talking about (its their fault then, isn’t it?)<br /><br />2. It enjoins those who might get affected by the post to take action to a similar situation that they may be facing. The post maybe a wake-up call or maybe a reminder to some people that they have friends that go through rough times and it’ll be a lot better not to wait for them but to offer your hand first.<br /><br />3. “Payback’s a bitch”. I never got to remember who ever wrote or said that but by writing I get to concretize the emotions I truly felt and help me learn from them. And to be able to learn from them means that the same kind of shit hopefully won’t happen to me again. And don’t worry, I don’t go for payback, instead I rely on good old karma.<br /><br />So as you can see for all my avid reader(s – hopefully there are..) out there please do not think for one moment that I am a depressed person or a cynical and hurtful one. I am just one person struggling to get by this weird life of mine; a person who just happens to have his muse only when everything seems to be at their darkest.<br /><br />Perhaps because it is only then that I really get to appreciate the beauty of the true stars around me.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-8474619220914887938?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-867670358372884692006-12-25T20:34:00.000+08:002006-12-25T20:40:23.229+08:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(lyrics are lifted from APO Hiking society's Tuyo nang Damdamin)</span><br /><br />Minsan kahit na pilitin mong uminit ang damdamin, di sya susunod at di maglalambing.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Minsan di mo na mapigil na mapansin na talagang wala nang naiiwan na pagmamahal</span><br /><br />Why is it that the hardest part of forgiving and forgetting is that of letting go, of letting go of all the pent-up emotions, of hidden desires and agenda, of secret fancies, of wishful thinking? Is it because we are afraid to get rid of our stability? Afraid of leaving the past that we have grown so accustomed to?<br /><br />At one point in our lives we have said our goodbyes. In elementary, in high school, in college, with our friends, with relatives, good-byes have long been part of our world yet it never feels the same when we experience it for the umpteenth time. Every good-bye has its own story, its own conditions, its own worth. Good byes are so different that we are never prepared for it, most especially when it comes unexpected, but what if it was indeed expected. That the good-bye was long planned for and long awaited? Do we feel less emotional?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">At kahit na anong gawin, di mo na mapilit at madaya</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aminin sa sarili mo na wala ka nang mabubuga</span><br /><br />I don’t think so. Good-byes can never be prepared in advance. No matter how well you plan it, when you actually do it, all the emotions will come rushing to you like a torrent of flood that you can’t get out of. Some may fight the current, some may swim along side it, letting themselves be carried away by all the emotions they truly feel.<br /><br />But then, what if the good-bye you’re long planning for is just for yourself. A good-bye that only you know and the person that you are saying good-bye to doesn’t have the slightest idea that you are saying good-bye to him or to her? Does that make any difference at all? Or are we simply fooling ourselves, letting us believe that we have done our part and magically everything will turn out the way we planned it to be? A one-way good-bye is something so unreasonable and surreal that it doesn’t fulfill all the reasons of a good-bye. It does not speak of the emotions of a true good-bye.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Parang ‘sang kandila na nagdadala ng ilaw at liwanag nauubos rin sa magdamag</span><br /><br />Then again, everyone says good-bye for a reason. A parent says good-bye to a child to work overseas to build a better future for his family. A child says good-bye to his parent when he goes to college. A friend says good-bye to a friend when they go their separate ways. A dependent says good-bye to his addiction to right his path. Every good-bye has its own reason and sometimes, even if it’s the weirdest thing to do, even if it’s the most irrational way for a relationship, sometimes, it really is the best thing for the person involved.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">At kahit na anong gawin, di mo na mapilit at madaya</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aminin sa sarili mo na wala ka nang mabubuga</span><br /><br />Even if that good-bye goes against all reason, it may be the only thing that makes a person whole again, the only thing that restores himself, even if little by little, bit by bit. That good-bye may be against all reason, but that good-bye may be the only thing he has left.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Bihira madaig o mabalik ang dating matamis na kahapon,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Pilit may tuyo na ang damdamin</span><br /><br />And when one fights for what is left of him, then no reason is needed at all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-86767035837288469?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-72436295882864073332006-11-27T08:50:00.000+08:002006-11-27T08:51:22.881+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Funny how things conspire to make you realize certain truths about your life. But perhaps the irony in it is the fact that you knew it was coming, you saw it was coming and yet you did nothing. Now that everything has been said and done, albeit not explicitly but nonetheless in a very convincing manner, what is left to do?<br /><br />Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. You don’t need to do anything now, just sit back and reflect on the whys and the hows, but to do something about it – with the state of the people around you? I’m a hundred percent sure that nothing’s gonna come out of it. Well, perhaps a few jeers here and there, and perhaps hushed whispers, but you’re desired effect – nah. What you’ll only get ain’t compassion nor understanding, what you’ll get are more questions based on more gossip or more secrets that supposedly only you and these people know.<br /><br />It is painful isn’t it? To realize that all those times you thought you meant something to them. To feel important, to feel welcome, to feel loved. But I do guess that’s how things really are. That’s how the world works. Once your utility is over you get thrown about like trash. Once they don’t need anything from you, you sure you’re nothing but a mere contact in their phone books.<br /><br />I guess this is karma, or perhaps God’s way of saying that life ain’t perfect. That people who use you really do exist. That fake, conniving, laugh-behind-your-back, and pretentious friends are there (yes, you never learn, you really do never learn). And that no matter what you did for them, what you’ve gone through because of them you are simply a chapter in their lives that they’re glad to be done and over with.<br /><br />For a long time you heard from them that you were something to them, but after everything’s done you realize that amidst the rush and the revelry of you’re so called friends – you won’t be missed.<br /><br />I realized now that I won’t be missed by these people. That they won’t look for me, that I can disappear and no one would care. But the funny thing is, and perhaps call it foolhardy but I’m still here for you guys. Whatever you need, I’ll try to do, but here’s the catch, I’m glad to be of service to you guys but I won’t miss you either. Cause now, I am saying good-bye to my old world. You told me, no, you showed me that you don’t care about me, that’s fine and I should even thank you for it. Now I know who I am and what I am to you. And I’m making sure that you become just small parts of my life now. <br /><br />And I’m telling you, you won’t be missed.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-7243629588286407333?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-67307903538220383162006-11-22T12:59:00.000+08:002006-11-22T13:00:23.512+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">sarap talagang maging estudyante no? yung tipo bang gigising ka sa umaga tapos hihingi ka lang ng baon, yung kontrollado mo yung oras mo. ngayon kasi iba na e. tulad ngayon. asa opisina pa ako. haay</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><br />mahirap ang trabaho, wala pang araw na hindi ako umiwi ng lagpas na ng alas-singko y medya dito sa opisina at syempre iba talaga yung buhay na alam mong pag-gising mo may baong nag-aantay sa yo. Yung buhay estudyante ba. Tsaka iba talaga yung feelign na pag pasok mo masaya ka kasi kasama mo yung mga kaibigan mo at yung minamahal mong jpia. Haay.. ang sarap talagang maging estudiante.<br /><br />Pero narerealize ko na rin na kailangan ko ng tumanda. Na tumayo sa sarili kong paa at maging responsable para sa sarili ko at sa pamilya ko. Iba kasi yung pakiramdam na alam mong nakakatulong ka na sa bahay. Na napapagaan mo ng kaunti yung buhay ng mga magulang mo. At higit sa lahat, masarap ang pakiramdam na ipagmalaki ng pamilya mo.<br /><br />Masarap maging estudyante, ngunit ang sarap nya ay hindi makukumpara sa sarap ng pagiging responsable. Parehong masarap ng karanasan ngunit iba ng pakiramdam. Labo no, yaan mo, pag nagtrabaho ka na maiintindihan mo rin yan. At kung nagtratrabaho ka naman, sigurado ako naiintindihan mo ako. Hehehe..<br /><br /><br /> </span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-6730790353822038316?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1161851322050756632006-10-26T12:12:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:22.766+08:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">i know by this time everyone knows the news and all the excitement has died down. but perhaps for those who were part of it, the memory of those moments of agony and anticipation will last forever.<br /><br />who would have imagined that after having gone through the same ordeal not once, not even twice, but thrice already still wouldn't have prepared us for this day. The agony of waiting for the dreaded results of the 114, 118, and 123 exams would have been enough but i guess nothing can compare to the agony of waiting for the results of the boards.<br /><br />but perhaps the one thing i can say that was constant throughout all our previous ordeals and this one was the fact that we prayed through it all, not individually but as a batch. And that was the beauty of our batch... that no matter what happened, we knew we gave it our all, and we let the good Lord guide us in the decisions we made, in the answers we gave, and in accepting the results.<br /><br />and it didn't matter if we were in the so called "mahiwagang room 4".. we didn't need that.. what we needed was belief in ourself, belief in our batchmates and belief in God that we could make it.<br /><br />and He never failed us.<br /><br />Congratulations to the UP BS BAA Batch 2006 for passing the board exams!<br /><br />100% aint a bad number at all..<br /><br />Yahoo!!!!<p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-116185132205075663?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1156757656875328222006-08-28T17:34:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:22.704+08:00<br><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m27/agen31/67P80005.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"><br><font size="2"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ganda ng bebe ko no?</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></font></div><br><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i got a "new" phone, at mas maayos ang pics nya! hehehe. I got myself a sony ericsson p910i, ang problema ko lang second hand unit sya, so lahat ng peripherals and accessories nya wala. so ayun, kung sino man yung may aforementioned articles, please do contact me. gusto ko kasi sanang makuha yung buong package e. thanks!</span><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115675765687532822?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1155906691854738762006-08-18T16:45:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:22.642+08:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br />as the saying goes, you only realize how much a thing means to you when you lose hold of it. and yes, as my title suggests, i lost my phone!!<br /><br />after the elated feeling of surviving the dreaded prc application process for our cpa board exams i suddenly felt so bad when i realized that my phone wasn't where it should have been. i didn't have the slightest idea whether it was stolen or i lost it, but my mind points towards the person standing beside me in the bus. I frantically tried to call iris who was the last person i was with in that bus and at the same time immediately hailed an fx to return to mendiola in the feeble hopes of finding it there or a lost samaritan returning it to me. but alas, it was meant that i was to lose that beloved phone of mine.<br /><br />damn! i already miss my phone. it was my treasure trove of memories, of pictures of people and places, of messages that meant a lot to me. those messages of people who just simply said thanks, who told me they missed me and of people who told me they believed in me. those are the things that i'll miss about that phone. but most specially, i'll miss the messages of my be and our pics together. the fact that whenever i feel sad or downtrodden, those messages and pictures would surely put a smile on this weary face. all of it was my reminder that i meant something to people and losing that reminder has left me devastated.<br /><br />but well, life does go on. we can't do anything about it now.. perhaps the man who found it (or who stole it) badly needed the money or the phone. I'll put it in God's hands right now, He has already given me a lot of blessings and maybe this is his simple reminder to me to appreciate things more. and of course, i do believe in the universal law of karma and if in case, that person reads this blog, then all i have to say to him is MAKARMA KA SANA!!!<br /><br />nuff said..<br /><br />p.s.<br />it was my sun sim that was in the phone when it got lost/stolen so for those who know the number don't text it anymore. i still have my smart and my temporary globe number but i may have lost some contact details so when sending a message please tell me who you are. thanks!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115590669185473876?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1155292375053223192006-08-11T13:57:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:22.579+08:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br />jpia... perhaps i have been going back way too many times, but i guess no one can fault me for relieving what may be some of the best times of my life. For four years, no other thing ruled my life with such command that i cannot help but be awed and mystified by its mysterious force on me. Yes, it was my life, it was me and to simply part from it was a devastating blow.<br/><br/>But what drew me into this organization? was it the accolades, the honors, the spacious tambayan? i guess if you ask each jpian the answer will always be the same, it's all about the people. It was the people who made me join, it was the people who made me enjoy, and it was the people who made me stay - whatever happened.<br/><br/>I still remember my first major event, Aphrodisiac. I was a simple applicant who barely knew the members yet there they were welcoming me as if i had long been a jpian. The "lonely" task I had of manning the beer booth lasted only for about two minutes as jpians always came by and helped or just chatted with me. And of course their concern for my econ exam the day after that proved to me that they really cared about everything. I realized that I was really in a family. And there was no turning back after that.<br/><br/>I never missed a semester without becoming an EB, and I never missed a planning sem. It was through those planning semesters that I got to appreciate who I was and what I was capable of doing. And it was through my EB experiences that I grew as a person. From handling humongous successful and failing projects, up to handling applicants as a committee chairperson, I got to appreciate my limits and tried to overcome them each and every time.<br/><br/>and when I became an executive officer, everything was magnified a hundredfold - from the fun up to the pressure up to my own personal limitations. coupled with the dreaded subjects there came a point where everything seemed futile, but just to see people coming and livening up my day with simple his hellos and smiles, i found the strength to go on.<br/><br/>and that what makes me love coming back. jpia has been my resting place, my shade from the heat of the sun, my cover from the storm. peace has been defined as where solitude exists amidst the discords of this world, and in my life, my peace is jpia.<br/><br/>thank you jpia for appreciating me for who i am, for being there when things were rough, for taking a risk on me and for being my second family. i miss you and every jpian who made me who i am. i know i will never forget you for i am after all, a proud, privileged, and purposed jpian now taking on the challenge of life.<br/><br /><br /><br /><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115529237505322319?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1155121246230236392006-08-09T09:54:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:21.347+08:00<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br />ngayon ko lang nalaman na pwede palang ilink ang multiply at blogger! astig!! yahoo! hehehe. yun naman ang connectivity! ang astig na ng mundo ngayon no? parang everyone's connected especially with email, cell phones, etc.. but why does it seem that we're so distant with everyone else? hmmm.. interesting no? more on this later.. aral muna ako..:d hehehe..<br /><br /><br /><p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115512124623023639?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1154786112347371732006-08-05T21:55:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:21.140+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m27/agen31/tara0.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">no word can ever express how i feel about you... </span> <span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sobrang mahal na mahal kita be!</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115478611234737173?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1154429520270881282006-08-01T18:27:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:21.074+08:00i should be studying for the boards. really. it actually is the best thing that i could do right now, most especially after having discussed the correct answers for our ms and tax pre-board exams but instead here i am typing a useless post which nobody reads anyway. (well, that's judging by the number of comments i get.. ) so what do i rant about now? hmmm..<br /><br />well, i just read the blog of one of my batchmates and i can't help but wonder about it... and so i quote from <a href="http://springplum.blogspot.com/">springplum</a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"You'd think being stuck in the same room with the same people you've known for the past five years would make you all closer. After all, your environment is now restricted to a half-room smaller than the P&G room... On the contrary though, everyone seems so farther away. There are people I used to talk to, whom I think I've never spoken to yet since classes started this June. And it's not because I'm deliberately avoiding them. It's just that there's never a situation to converse with them. And when classes end, everyone are just so rarin' to go home, there's really no opportunity to talk.</span><span style="font-style: italic;">"<br /></span><br />so why do we suddenly become so "distant" from everyone else? well, here's my two cents worth on it but before i continue, i'd just like to point out that i am saying this without meaning to offend anyone or to point which is wrong from right, these are just mere observations that i intend to keep as such...<br /><br />i've always thought about our batch as a group of people who becomes a group only when the need for it arises. we are comfortable with our own selves and our own personal cliques. We move in our own circles that we rarely get the chance to experience life outside it anymore. if we feel that we are capable of doing things alone then we do it alone. and this perhaps is the biggest reason why everyone just wants to go home as early as possible or to keep to herself. now we believe that it is up to us to survive the boards - our singular reason for existence for the next 7 weeks (or so as Jack says). now that we don't have any other thing to think about, we feel obliged to give our best to it - and that does not entail daily liaisons with everyone else in our batch, thus the kaniya-kaniyang mentality. Coupled that up with the batch's natural zest for being studious, then we have the "this is MY goal mentality" a mentality wherin we just focus on our goal and all the necessaries for it and if something is not necessary to that goal, we do not push ourselves to do it. Actually this same mentality persisted all throughout our undergrad years and it just became much evident now. this is the very reason why the perception of whattabatch as being the "studious" type came about amongst the higher batch.<br /><br />so what do we do about it? I dunno. i am not here to tell the whole batch what to do about it. We survived 5 years like that and its no time to push for something else. let's just wish the best for all of us and keep the hopes of our UP professors alive.<br /><br />Go whattabatch!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115442952027088128?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1154270689553297432006-07-30T22:41:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.917+08:00yup. non-bearing lang naman ang preboards e. hehehe. pero sigurado ako para sa karamihan sa amin sukatan sya kung kaya na nga ba ang board.. well kung ganun nga siguro ako, ang hatol ko sa sarili ko ay isang matinding:<br /><br />Kulang pa.<br /><br />haay. kulang pa sa aral, kulang pa sa basa, kulang pa sa tulog, higit sa lahat kulang pa sa swerte sa panghuhula.. hehehe.<br /><br />haay. at least walang pasok bukas.Ü<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115427068955329743?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1151748852087865022006-07-01T18:09:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.840+08:00for my blogspot friends! hehe.. check out my yahoo 360! account pag gusto nyo ng update on both multiply and blogspot blogs ko.:d hehe. may bago nga pala akong entry sa multiply ko na dedicated sa mga batchmates ko.. hehe, sana basahin nyo!Ü eto link: <a href="http://agen31.multiply.com/journal/item/7">http://agen31.multiply.com/journal/item/7</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115174885208786502?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1151398113401895572006-06-27T16:45:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.765+08:00o, bakit kaya may bago.. hmm.. well, nagloko kasi yung scripts nung luma ko nung nag add ako ng link, so might as well baguhin na sya.Ü hehehe!<br /><br />on a heavier note, (di ba may on a lighter note, e di dapat may opposite din..) grabe ang review namin! hehehe, lalo na ung MS, nakakahiya man kay ma'am esguerra, pero parang nalimot ko na talaga ang incremental.. yari tayo dyan.. at ang tax ha, ewan ko na lang kung frofit ba propit ang tama? haay. o sya, aral muna!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115139811340189557?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1151131697491667152006-06-24T14:32:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.696+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br />hah! I'm once again a part of the online world! and its a new me! (read: nadelete lahat ng files ko.. huhu)<br /><br />yes, after a week of checking my mail in computer shops, i finally got my pc back but the bad news is they had to reformat my hard drive. everything's gone! oh no! even my gourami pics, my eo's pics, my barkada pics, everything! The presentations I have worked hard for were lost in the minute spaces of my maxtor hard drive. oh well, at least it didn't happen during my last semester and that's something to smile about.<br /><br />so there, for everyone who's gonna ask for files, i'm sorry but i can't give anything to you now, even my mp3s are gone...<br /><br />that's life, we'll just have to smile at it and keep going on<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-115113169749166715?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1149231794000196722006-06-02T14:18:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.635+08:00I am tired of my life.<br /><br />How many times have i felt this way and still it goes on. life as i know does not wait for me to gather my thoughts and walk beside it, it only goes on with me huffing and puffing behind, trying to catch up to it. Perhaps that's the reason why i'am so tired of my life.<br /><br />I am turning 22 tomorrow... for the 21 years that i've existed in this earth, i've fallen, been pushed aside, tumbled forward and bruised myself. of those 21 years these are the memories that remain in me and i can't help but wonder why of all those 21 years I've branded myself as a failure.<br /><br />Perhaps the answer lies in these two words: being and becoming.<br /><br />I've tried to be the person that I thought would be the best for everyone around me. The goody-two shoes type of guy that is everyone's friend. A person whom anyone can approach and talk about anything. A person who is never left out of the loop of important things. A person who'd go out of his way to help you. A person whom you definitely trust. <br /><br />But sadly, I never became that person. For reasons not totally unknown to me, I was simply caught in the middle. Surely I was more than an acquiantance to most people, but I would never be a friend to them either. Perhaps it was all about my weird idiosyncracies or my absurdly unintelligible persona. I was often misinterpreted, and maligned with me never knowing about it. And that was what hurt me. I may have not become the person I thought I should be, but still I am a person that rightfully deserves respect. For 21 years I've tried so hard to keep up with the life that was slowly escaping my grasp while I stumbled and collected the shattered pieces of my self. I've been catching up ever since and I am so tired.<br /><br />So tired to realize that the pain i feel is not of failure to become but of failure to realize that I was being the wrong person.<br /><br />I can never belong to people who do not believe I belong with them. I can never become a person who is a product of the expectations of myself and of others.<br /><br />I can only become one who is comfortable with who I have and what I have with me. But before that, I have to be ready to give up and sacrifice.<br /><br />And I swear, I as I turn 22 tomorrow, I am giving up on a futile big dream... and all the pains and sorrows that go with it.<br /><br />I am tired of catching up with my life, and I am making sure this time it has to stop and wait for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">sic itur ad astra.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114923179400019672?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1147487105160362812006-05-13T10:12:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.506+08:00oras: 10:28 ng umaga.<br />araw: ika-13 ng mayo, taong 2006<br />lugar: alice in wonderland internet shop, boracay island, aklan<br /><br />wow. as in wow talaga. for the first time in my life i've experienced the power of mother nature. trees were strewn about, the waves were as gigantic as they can get and the wind was howling like there was no tomorrow. I've been here since Wednesday where everything seemed normal. Calm waves, beautiful beach, tourists mulling about. The first sign of bad luck was the fact that upon reaching my room there was no electricity. It came back around three or four hours later after my uncle had already toured me to some of the prominent places here in Bora. The first day went pretty well and i anticipated the second day with fervor.<br /><br />But as the afternoon of thursday approached signs of an impending disaster came, we were swimming at the calirohan beach when the first drops of rain fell. My uncle and aunt felt that it would just be for a little while. We reached our apartments and started preparing for dinner when the lights went off, and it was to be up to this very moment. The wind was howling like crazy and the news came in, they were already cancelling all trips in and out of boracay. We were stranded here now. It was then that we learned that there was a typhoon by the name of Caloy hurtling his way towards the Visayas. We couldn't do anything about it so we just had our early dinner. I immediately went for my bed but the fear of having no lights, no one else inside the room, on a totally unknown land, coupled with the incessant wind and rain started creeping into me. I couldn't sleep. (more on that experience later)<br /><br />Morning came and my uncle went out to see the damage and have our cellphones charged, (i'll upload the pics later). Boracay was a total wreck, it was, both literally and figuratively, <span style="font-style: italic;">"dinaanan ng bagyo". </span>The funny thing though, along the long beach (the most famous part of Bora) foreigners kept snapping pics of the waves and of themselves. hehe...<br /><br />So here i am now, at some computer shop, charging my phones and typing this entry waiting for them to be charged. hehehe. (to be concluded)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114748710516036281?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1146803264753698502006-05-05T12:19:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.442+08:00so here i am again, at some old dusty computer shop wasting away my time... but this time, I've nothing to catch up to. It has been more than a week since we finally stepped out of our college lives and entered into the limbo that we call the "last summer break".. so how has this "last summer break" developed for me...<br /><br />1.) sleep all day<br /> yes, i finally have the privilege of sleeping at least eight to twelve hours a day, a luxury i didn't have when i had the dreaded 123...<br /><br />2.) tambay all day<br /> i'm just in the house, rarely getting out because 1.) i don't have the allowance and 2.) i don't have money right now, and 3.) sometimes there's no reason to go out.<br /><br />3.) i haven't had that great vacation yet<br /> o yes, on that great vacation that was planned even before the end of the school year, well, because of circumstances beyond my control it won't be happening... oh well..<br /><br />*to be continued..<br /><br />(andito na si tere e. hehehe)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114680326475369850?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1145438868051961592006-04-19T17:26:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.373+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Most athletes have had the experience at one time or another of being in “the zone.” It is during these times that everything about the game slows down and even the most difficult actions become easy. The baseball player sees every rotation of the pitch in slow motion and hitting becomes simple. The tennis player similarly sees the ball, appearing as big as a grapefruit coming over the net, and placing shots just inside the line is easy. The golfer hits every shot down the middle and the hole is the size of a hula-hoop for every putt.No athlete can choose when to be in the zone and as quickly as an athlete may find him or herself in it, he or she may be asked to leave.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One young basketball player recently found himself in the zone under the most unlikely of circumstances.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The story of Jason McElwain, a senior at Greece Athena High School in Rochester, New York, and his recent four minutes in the zone is one of the most compelling sports stories in many years – not simply because “J-Mac” as he is affectionately known by schoolmates, scored 20 points in those four minutes, not because those were the only four minutes of Jason’s varsity basketball career, but because Jason is autistic.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jason was diagnosed with autism at a young age and has been in special education classes throughout his school years. Unable to make the team as a player, he has spent the past three seasons as a student manager. Classified as a “high-functioning autistic student,” Jason was given the opportunity to suit up for Athena’s final home game of the season.Jim Johnson told Jason that he would try to get him into the game, but couldn’t make any promises.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">With Athena holding a comfortable lead over rival Spencerport, Johnson motioned Jason into the game with just over four minutes remaining. With the Athena student section cheering wildly, Jason missed his first three-point attempt and then missed another short shot. It was on Athena’s next possession that Jason entered “the zone.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">With teammates getting the ball to him at every opportunity, J-Mac sank a total of seven shots, six of which were outside the three-point arc. With each successive basket, the pandemonium in the gym intensified until students, players and fans stormed the court after the final buzzer to hoist J-Mac onto their shoulders.To put J-Mac’s totals into perspective, Kobe Bryant of the recently scored 81 points in an NBA game. Projecting J-Mac’s totals over the entire 32 minutes of a high school game and he would have scored 160 points. Scoring at that rate in an NBA game would net 240.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font>I found the story of Jason McElwain to be particularly touching for several reasons. First, I officiated high school basketball for 18 seasons. 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I remember the pride I felt when I watched my younger brother – short and stocky, not your typical basketball player – come into his first junior high school game and sink shot after shot as the fans roared. The feeling of pride was indescribable. The students and fans watching J-Mac must have certainly shared that same feeling.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><span style="font-weight: 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style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font></span><font></span></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font>Third, in some ways, J-Mac’s four-minute basketball career was much like my own. While I did not have J-Mac’s disability and played more than four minutes during my senior season, I was effectively the thirteenth player on a twelve-man squad. I suited up for some games, but not for others. I only scored 11 points that season, but more than 30 years later, I can clearly remember the feeling of sinking a shot and hearing the cheers from the crowd.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font></span><font></span></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font> 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style="font-weight: bold;"><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font><font></span><font></span></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font></span><font>I can only imagine what it would be like to have a night like Jason McElwain. Given the circumstances and context, his four minutes on the court that night may have been one of the greatest athletic performances of all time.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><span 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style="font-weight: bold;">Jan A. 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class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114543886805196159?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1144680790326444442006-04-10T22:49:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.285+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Pouring rain,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Scattering noise</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Blowing wind,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Failed expectations</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">What was once</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Full of hope</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">What was once </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">An undying faith</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Now fades in the rain,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">The voices are scattered</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">By the pouring noise</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Of a broken heart</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Rain is peace</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Rain is solitude</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Rain is peace of mind</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Rain is tears</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Tears to mend a broken heart</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114468079032644444?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1144329317285541362006-04-06T21:09:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.199+08:00<p class="MsoNormal">These are three letters I'd like to share.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For a lost friend, for a friend, for a true friend.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">These are just excerpts of the letters. Just wanted to post them here.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">***<br />For a lost friend:<br /><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let me start off by saying thank you for everything that you have done for me.<span style=""> </span>I know in one way or another you have made a big impact in my life and for that, I am forever at your debt.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Boy, who could have ever imagined that we'd ever get this far as a batch.<span style=""> </span>We first started out as wide-eyed wanderers of block d2 and now, we're graduating as the pip year students of this college we'd have grown to love.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>But I know, all good things must come to an end.<span style=""> </span>Albeit it may have happened to us sooner than I'd hoped to, but nevertheless I still would want to say to you how much I appreciated all that you've done for me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Since I have thanked you already, let me take this opportunity to apologize for the things that I have done to you, intentionally or unintentionally. I may never know if I have hurt you or offended you in what I do but I do hope that you forgive me for all of them.<span style=""> </span>For the past month(s) know I have been realizing that certain gap and barrier between us, and I do not know whether what brought it about.. and if it’s because of what I did or what I am doing then I really apologize</p> <p class="MsoNormal">***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-style: italic;">For a friend</span>:</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was tempted to open this up tonight but I was afraid I was going to get angry, I assure you, you do not want to see me angry.<span style=""> </span>What then is the point of this letter - simple.<span style=""> </span>I just want you to be upfront with me.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>I know that I will be branded as OA or that other stuff, but please allow me the simple right to be respected.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>You know what, before I was thankful that at least you guys cared because you care to include me in your funny conversations and your jokes.<span style=""> </span>It was my only consolation then... perhaps it may really be just my only consolation.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />***</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">For a true friend:<br /><br /></span>I never expected to find a real friend in college.<span style=""> </span>In my life, I've branded just two real friends, and I am most definitely adding you to that list.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I've always had a distorted view of friendships - that of going well beyond what normal terms may dictate, and perhaps that's the reason why I've had so few in my life.<span style=""> </span>But never have you failed me.<span style=""> </span>You have been the person whom I leaned on, the person whom I asked for advice and more.<span style=""> </span>You have shown me reason enough to believe in friendship again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Now as we approach the day where our paths would bring us apart, I cry not because I am losing you, but because I will be having less chances of having wonderful moments with you.<span style=""> </span>Those are the treasures that I will be bringing with me as I face a new and scarier world.<span style=""> </span>Those moments will be my refuge and I thank you for giving me those moments.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>***</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114432931728554136?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1144078852284264132006-04-03T23:37:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.114+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">You could be right and i'll be real <br />honesty won't be a pain you'll have to feel <br />'cause i don't need your approval to find my worth <br />i've been trapped inside of my own mind <br />afraid to open my eyes to what i'd find <br />i don't want to live like this anymore <br /><br />there goes my pain <br />there goes my chains <br />did you see them fall <br />there goes this feeling that has no meaning <br />there goes the world off of my shoulders <br />there goes the world off of my back <br />there it goes <br /><br />does it scare you that i can be something different than you <br />would it make you feel more comfortable if i wasn't <br />you can't control me <br />you can't take away from me who i am <br /><br />there goes my pain <br />there goes my chains <br />did you see them fall <br />there goes this feeling that has no meaning <br />there goes the world off of my shoulders <br />there goes the world off of my back <br /><br />you can't change me <br />you can't break me <br /><br />there goes the world off of my shoulders <br />there goes the world off of my back <br /><br /><br />have you ever felt that your only comfort was your cage <br />your not alone i have felt the same as you <br />have you felt like your secrets give you away <br />you're not alone i have been there too <br />everyone is looking and everyone is laughing <br />but i think everyone feels the same <br />everybody wants to feel okay <br />everybody wants to <br />everybody wants to feel <br /><br />there goes my pain <br />there goes my chains <br />did you see them fall <br />there goes this feeling that has no meaning <br />there goes the world off of my shoulders <br />there goes the world off of my back <br /><br />'cause you can't change me you can't break me <br />there goes the world off of my shoulders <br />there goes the world off of my back 'cause i don't want it </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114407885228426413?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1144071171401247402006-04-03T21:28:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:20.008+08:00<div id="ynmain"><div id="storybody"><p>"John Paul II died as he always lived, animated by the indomitable courage of faith, abandoning himself to God and entrusting himself to holy Mary," Benedict said in his weekly Sunday address.</p> <p>He spoke to tens of thousands of people who packed St. Peter's Square, many of them toting the red and white flags of John Paul's native Poland.</p> <p>The anniversary culminates Sunday night with a prayer vigil in the square to mark the exact time of John Paul's passing at 9:37 p.m. City officials said they expected between 100,000 and 150,000 to attend, including about 10,000 people from Poland.</p> <p>During the noontime prayer, Benedict recalled the last days of John Paul's life, which fell during the church's Holy Week commemorations, when the faithful meditate on the final days of Jesus' life and his resurrection.</p> <p>Benedict recalled how John Paul was only able to watch the Good Friday procession, which retraces Jesus' crucifixion, on television, and then couldn't speak when he tried to deliver his Easter blessing two days later.</p> <p>"We will never forget that blessing," Benedict said. "It was the most pained and moving blessing, which left us with the extreme testimony of his will to complete his ministry until the end."</p> <p>Benedict said John Paul will be most remembered for one of his first messages, delivered in St. Peter's on Oct. 22, 1978, days after he was elected pope. During that message, John Paul told the faithful "Open, indeed, throw open wide the doors to Christ!"</p> <p>Benedict said that appeal had embodied John Paul's entire, 26-year pontificate — particularly during his many travels.</p> <p>"In the final years, the Lord gradually stripped him of everything," Benedict said. "And when he could no longer travel, and then could no longer walk, and finally could no longer speak, his announcement was reduced to the essential: the gift of himself until the very end."</p> <p>During Sunday night's vigil, selections from John Paul's writings — his poetry, books and homilies — will be read out, interspersed with prayers, Gospel readings and hymns. Benedict is to address the crowd at the exact time of death — a message that is to be broadcast via videolink live in Krakow, Poland, where John Paul was once archbishop.</p> <p>In Poland, Roman Catholics filled churches in honor of John Paul and voiced hopes for a quick beatification of the nation's beloved native son.</p> <p>Thousands of believers flocked to John Paul's hometown of Wadowice, in southern Poland. The main square was decorated with yellow and white papal banners, along with national and local flags for the occasion. A large picture of John Paul also hung from St. Mary's Basilica, where the future pope was baptized after his birth as Karol Wojtyla in 1920.</p> <p>"We came to pray for his quick beatification and also to pray to him, to protect our family," said Wojciech Gladysz, 33, a gardener who traveled 220 miles from Warsaw with his wife and three children for the anniversary.</p> <p>An open-air Mass in the town at noon drew an estimated 8,000 people.</p> <p>At an early Mass in Lagiewniki, near Krakow, Cardinal Stanislaw Dziwisz, John Paul's longtime personal secretary, delivered a homily to a swift beatification and sainthood of the late pontiff.</p> <p>"He contributed to the fundamental transformation of the world," said Dziwisz, the archbishop of Krakow. "For that reason, history has already called him 'Great.'"</p> <p>In addition to spiritual guidance, Poles credit John Paul with inspiring the pro-democracy Solidarity movement in the 1980s, which sparked protests that helped bring down the communist regime in 1989.<br /></p> <p>http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060402/ap_on_re_eu/vatican_john_paul_5<br /></p> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114407117140124740?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1143306032373566912006-03-26T00:52:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.942+08:00much has been said about the recent tribute... and honestly, i have my own share of opinions regarding the matter but i believe that it is in the best interest of everyone that i just keep it from everyone else.<br /><br />the point of this entry then is simply to salute the graduating batch.<br /><br />to those who gave their lives to this wonderful organization, i thank you with all my heart. You are the soul of this organization.<br /><br />but most especially to those who did not clamor to be recognized, to those whose voices were never heard, thank you for just being there. you may not have gotten what you deserved but i do hope that you realize that there are people whose lives you have touched and changed.<br /><br />and i am most definitely one of them.<br /><br />thank you for changing my life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114330603237356691?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1143210055915484622006-03-24T22:16:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.878+08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >Nais kong simulan ang sulat na ito sa pamamagitan ng pagsasalamat sa inyong lahat.<span style=""> </span>Salamat dahil nandito kayo ngayon at naniniwala pa rin sa amin.<span style=""> </span>Magtatapos na ang aming termino bilang inyong mga tagapag-gabay ngunit di pa rin magtatapos ang aming paglilingkod.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" ><o:p></o:p>Sa loob ng isang buong taon, inialay naming ang aming mga sarili sa organisasyong aming minahal.<span style=""> </span>Sa loob ng isang taon, marami kaming naisakripisyo.<span style=""> </span><st1:place st="on">Para</st1:place> saan? <st1:place st="on">Para</st1:place> lamang sa mga taong hindi naman naming kaano-ano? Para sa mga batang ngayon lang naming nakilala? Para sa mga sandaling nagdulot lang ng sakit at hapdi?<span style=""> </span>Oo, para lahat dito sa mga bagay na ito at higit pa.<span style=""> </span>Inalay namin lahat ng buong-buo dahil minahal naming ang organisasyong ito.<span style=""> </span>Mula sa walang hanggang pang-aasar at pangungulit.<span style=""> </span>Sa mga paghingi ng budget request, eval pack, cash flows, at kung ano-anong message. Sa walang habas na tawanan at halakhakan, sa walang kaparis na pagaaruga, lahat ito minahal namin.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" ><o:p></o:p>Pero bakit kahit alam namin na malaki ang kapalit ng pagmamahal na ito ay pinili pa rin naming gawin ito.<span style=""> </span>Ika nga sa inggles – it’s a thankless job.<span style=""> </span>But somebody’s gotta do it. At bakit kami yon? Hindi ko din alam kung anong nagging motibo ng bawat isa sa amin, ang masasabi ko lang sa aking mga kapwa Eos – yes it’s a thankless job, but having worked with you guys is enough gratitude for me.<span style=""> </span>Kayo aking mga VPs ang naging dahilan ng tagumpay ng JPIA.<span style=""> </span>Kayo ang susi sa tagumpay nito.. Mula sa paggabay sa mga EBs hanggang sa pagisip ng mga susunod nating gagawin, walang nagmintis sa inyo.<span style=""> </span>Nais kong humingi ng tawad sa aking mga pagkukulang sa inyo. Sa mga meeting na nakatulog ako, sa mga kulang na libre, sorry. Hehe.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" ><o:p></o:p>Pero hindi siguro magiging sing tamis at sing sarap ang mga alaalang dadalhin ko kung hindi dahil sa inyo.<span style=""> </span>Sa inyo nakakita ako ng higit pa sa mga katrabaho kundi mga tunay na kaibigan.<span style=""> </span>Hindi ko na alam kung pano pa kayo pasasalamatan.<span style=""> </span>Nawa’y sa munting paraan na ito, Makita nyo kung gaano ko kayo pinahahalagahan at pinasasalamatan.<o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" ><o:p></o:p>Kay Owen the Energizer Bunny! – ang VP na walang kapaguran.<span style=""> </span>Ang dahilan kung bakit dis oras na ng gabi ay gising pa rin kami! Mamimiss ko ang iyong mga weird at not-so-weird suggestions! Hehehe<o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >Kay Crystle – the Tai-Chi master! Sobrang idol kita at alam mo naman yun! Sobrang vinavalue ko ang lahat ng inputs mo..<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >Kay Marj ang aking kabarkada.<span style=""> </span>You’ve proven yourself many times over, sobrang proud ako sayo at kung pano mo nahandle ang lahat!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >Kay Aimee – salamat sa mga on the spot presentations at syempre sa walang tigil na mga korni jokes! Hehehe<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >Kay Iris – sa mga tahimik na hirit at matitinding mga comment.<span style=""> </span>Sino ang magaakalang ganyan ka pala. Hehehe<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >At syempre kay Mak – salamat sa lahat, sa parating pagpapasaya sa kahit anong meeting at sa mga malulupit, pero minsa’y korni ring mga ideas.<span style=""> </span>Tsong, idol kita! You made a lot of difference not only to me but to the whole JPIA family!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >Maraming nagduda sa atin, pero pinatuyan nyo ang inyong mga sarili.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-PH" >I know, I will be leaving BA, with my head held up high, because I know, you will all be walking beside me.<span style=""> </span>It’s a thankless job – but we did it and seeing that JPIA has a bright future is enough gratitude for all of us.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114321005591548462?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1143095577106750772006-03-23T14:23:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.810+08:00i'm here at some dusty computer shop wasting away time when i should have been studying for my 168 or better yet my 123 exam. Though I've had a feeble attempt to do so, my mind cannot keep but wander off (well perhaps doze is the most fitting word to insert here). Last night was the tribute of JPIA to the graduating batch.. I had a lot of mixed emotions regarding the whole thing, but I do reserve the right to tell them here. (hehehe) I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who made an impact in my life. Thank you to those who remembered and most specially thank you to those who really cared. I coudn't have done all of it without you...<br /><br />i'm gonna miss this..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-114309557710675077?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1139932249187429562006-02-14T23:37:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.729+08:00this has been my best valentine's ever.<br /><br />the day started pretty well.. of course with someone greeting me a happy valentine's (i love you so much baby!) and then off to school.<br /><br />then i had to meet someone who'd give me one of the most pleasant surprises of my life! (wohoo!)<br /><br />and then back to BA where I had commeet with JPIA and specifically with MEMcom where again, I had a very pleasant surprise. before the customary part of every commeet, memcom played a game where we had 10 hearts each. We had to write our name and a specific message on every one of it. Messages such as "you inspire me", "you're the friendliest person", "thank you", "it's gonna be alright" and a host of other things. We were then told to give a heart to the person to whom we think the message was most apt. and to my surprise a got three "you inspire me" a lot of "you're the friendliest" and two "it's gonna be alright". Receiving those hearts meant a lot to me. It helped revive a sagging spirit already dead tired because of the weight of everything sinking in. never mind the 123 exam on sat, the feasib deadline next week, or the 129 exam this friday - as long as you know that there are people who appreciate you for who you are and would always be there for you, you know everything's gonna be alright.<br /><br />and then we had our EOs meeting (the usual chismisan with updates on the side.. hehehe)<br /><br />and of course to cap it all off, a harana to my loved one at the college of law followed by a eating footlong at FC and bringing her home.<br /><br />and now i'm sitting here in front of my pc, writing this entry when i should have been studying or typing for feasib... but i know they can wait.. especially when you feel all the love in the world.<br /><br />best valentine's day ever...Ü<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113993224918742956?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1136469403767201882006-01-05T21:38:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.654+08:00ayos to!!!<br /><br /><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/chad_manapat/rendezvousposternewest.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113646940376720188?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1132328237213920892005-11-18T23:09:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.585+08:00Part III - Moving on and letting go<br /><br />For two years I waited. I waited for my absolution that would never come. I wallowed in self-pity, I wallowed in dark abyss that up to now i fear coming back into. I was a broken man with broken dreams. I did not know where I was headed. I did not even know who I was.<br /><br />For as long as I kept holding on to those shattered dreams I was lost.<br /><br />Some people say that the hardest thing to know is when to hold on and fight for it, and when to let go. I had difficulty doing both. I did not know what I was holding onto and why I was doing it. I did not know when I should move on.<br /><br />But during those times that I was in the deepest of my personal abyss I discovered something. I discovered one of the most important things of my life.<br /><br />I discovered me.<br /><br />I discovered and built on the things that kept me going - my principles in life. And in those times where I had nothing left but those principles, I realized their value to my life and to whatever I did. I allowed myself to be completely whole by myself.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Whole. i was alone but i was whole.</span><br /><br />And i did not need anyone to complete me. I realized that the only way to complete yourself is by knowing the true you. for a loved one may mean the world to you, but once they are gone, you will still remain.<br /><br />I know I loved her. And to deny that would be lying, but perhaps i lost her because I needed to know myself first. I realized we were together for all the wrong reasons - except maybe for this one. for us to learn through failure how precious one's self is and how precious and important it is to give your love to another.<br /><br />She will always have a special place in my heart - that I won't deny. But the love i had for then felt differently now. She was not my savior anymore.<br /><br />And in those moments where I finally climbed out of the abyss all by myself I finally did it.<br /><br />I let her go.<br /><br />And I was ready to face the world. A new man toughened by old experiences.<br /><br />Ready to fall again...<br /><br />to be continued...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113232823721392089?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1132326323885856032005-11-18T22:56:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.518+08:00for all those who are about to read or may have read the posts entitled Chronicles of a Broken Heart, i would like to clarify that though the posts maybe based on past events, they are still fictional in nature and are simply products of a bored mind.<br /><br />they are just feeble attempts of a lackluster mind to put into words feelings that may or may not be concrete but nonetheless evident at the time of writing - a medium where feelings can be artistically presented.<br /><br />it is with fervent hope that i do not offend anyone reading the posts. the true me and my true feelings can and will never be manifested in this blog.<br /><br />thank you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113232632388585603?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1131421687884009762005-11-08T11:36:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.447+08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There's this new Converse ad featuring Dwayne Wayde and the tagline: "Fall seven times, rise up eight."<span style=""> </span>What a very powerful statement to capture the essence of failing - that of rising up and learning from that mistake.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yet no matter how we psych ourselves up whenever the prospect of failing seems near, when we actually experience it the pain can never be denied.<span style=""> </span>And even if we continuously deny it, the pain is there, it lingers well beyond the time when we say: "I'm fine, it's alright.<span style=""> </span>For the pain of failure is being human. It speaks of lost hopes and dreams.<span style=""> </span>A promise to one's self that is broken.<span style=""> </span>It is a piece of your heart, where you have devoted time, energy, and passion, that is taken away.<span style=""> </span>And as such, we cry. We cry for the what-ifs and the maybes. We cry for the opportunity lost that may never be replaced.<span style=""> </span>Yes failure makes the best of men cry and failure makes the weak of heart falter even more.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Failure can never be taken away from our lives. At one point in our life we are bound to experience it.<span style=""> </span>It is never wrong to feel bad about it, it is never wrong to be hurt because of it.<span style=""> </span>For failure is a sign of our own weakness.<span style=""> </span>Yes sometimes we can fail not because of ourselves but because of others, because of the world we live in, but still it is a sign of our weakness, of our inability to recognize it and stand up to it or perhaps to seize every opportunity to have avoided it.<span style=""> </span>We hurt because we see we are weak. We hurt because we did not do enough.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And still there are those circumstances when we gave our all and the result was the same.<span style=""> </span>No matter the effort we put into it and the pain we go through for it, we fail.<span style=""> </span>And this is where it hurts the most. To have given your all yet to have received nothing in the end speaks of sorrow that is way beyond words to describe.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What can we do about it? Nothing. For pain will always be there. Go ahead and feel bad.<span style=""> </span>Go ahead and cry. Feel every moment of your pain. But for every moment that you experience it, may it be the equivalent of clearing up your mind and knowing what you really are there for.<span style=""> </span>Failure is the best teacher in terms of lessons learned.<span style=""> </span>But no matter how good he teaches, it is still up to the student to learn from the lesson.<span style=""> </span>May the pain of failing open up our mind to know where we really want to go and make the feeling of success a lot sweeter. May every moment of pain be enough motivation for us to rise above our failures and be better men, for that is the very reason why failures exist.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As a good friend, Mak, once put it, "If you are made of the right stuff, the hardest fall will lead to the highest bounce"</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">May you find in yourself that stuff that would bounce you off the highest you can possibly reach.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ad astra per aspera (from the mud to the stars)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113142168788400976?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1131027729840239172005-11-03T22:22:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.380+08:00Part II - Losing the one I love<br /><br />Rarely do I have the chance to catch up with my HS friends, and when the opportunity presents itself, I grab it immediately. And that opportunity came today with one of my best buds. Cho and I have been friends for a long time, a friendship started out by me asking a simple question and Cho quickly retorting with: "Itanong mo sa buwan!" What a weird answer to a simple question, but it seemed that I was bound to that fate of stupid answers to serious questions. A fate that was to continue with the lady who would be a big part of my life.<br /><br />***<br /><br />It was November, and it was a new semester, and a wish for a new start for the both of us, but alas, it seemed to be that we were going to be tested by fate. We had complimentary time schedules. Her breaks were my classes and my classes were her breaks, the only day that I had free was the one where she had her most subjects. The visits became less and less frequent. The calls, previously 2 hours a day were now far in between. I got tired and so did she. We had separate lives now. Mine was now fueled by my desire to rectify my disappointing 1st semester performance; hers was grabbing that athletic scholarship she so badly needed.<br /><br />But I often asked myself, why am I doing this to the one I love... to the one who completed me? But even before I could answer I already had an answer in mind - I'm doing this for our future, for me to have a stable foundation we can build upon. Serious question, stupid answer. I wasn't doing it for us, I was doing it for me. Though I feigned in my mind that I was already complete, in reality, I was not. I had too much pride to allow love to complete me. I had things to accomplish, and everything else could wait. And had I been true to myself, I could have avoided all the pains and heartaches we were about to experience... but a stupid answer got in the way. That answer justified all my shortcomings with her. If she had her own, I never did know, but it was enough to slowly chip away our already fragile relationship. Had I faced that fact, my weakness, things would have gone differently.<br /><br />I did try to sort things out, to rectify my mistakes. But another thing came in between us - school pride. I was so against her school that the few times that we were able to talk often up ending me berating her school and she slamming down the phone in disgust over what I said. This was already normal routine (even in our courtship) and I'd immediately rush over to her house to ask for forgiveness. It became so regular that I started to get tired of it. I asked myself why I am always the one going out to make amends. And my answer: Because that’s how it has always been.<br /><br />December came and amidst the usually fun Christmas celebrations, our relationship was in its most fragile. Instead of us enjoying the break, we did a very traditional exchanging of gifts. The perfect way of couples celebrating Christmas. Oh gee. And when the 31st came, I had a plan to somehow make up for lost time. I was going to talk to her from 8 pm up till the New Year so we can welcome it together with the promise of having a better year for our relationship.<br /><br />But everything ended with the familiar slam of the phone. One minute we were animatedly discussing a serious topic, the next I hear her blurting<br /><br /><em>"Ganyan ka naman palagi e!"</em><br /><br />And then silence from the other end of the line. While everything around me emitted some form of noise, the most important source of noise I wanted to hear went blank. After a few seconds comprehending what happened, I picked up the phone and redialed her number, only to be met by 2 rings, a lifting of the handset and hurriedly placing it down by the phone. I was talking to dead air and I went numb.<br /><br /><em>Did it all come to this?</em><br /><br />I was numb and I did not know what to do. Would I run to her?<br /><br /><em>No. Enough is enough. I've been running to her every time. It's her turn now.</em><br /><br />With a stupid answer I justified losing what has been me. I justified losing the happy moments we have spent together, the painful ones, the tearful ones. I justified losing the one I love.<br /><br />To be continued...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113102772984023917?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1130847915484869172005-11-01T20:25:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.312+08:00Well well well.. I just downloaded Blogger for word and now testing it.&nbsp;&nbsp;Let’s see if it works…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113084791548486917?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1130768351080006042005-10-31T22:15:00.001+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.226+08:00Part I - Losing myself<br /><br />There was one point in my life wherein I felt I was helpless. So helpless that I couldn't do a damn thing about anything. I was stuck. All Saints Day keep reminding me of that time four years ago. I was fresh out of high school and was on a crossroad of my life. My whole life was hinged to one person alone and as soon as I started drifting away from that one person I slowly lost track of who I really was. I asked myself a lot of times why? Why had my life gone to that point? I thought I was a success. I am in the best university, I had a lot of friends, and I was into a relationship, but why did I feel alone?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Alone.</span><br /><br />I dreaded that word. I was afraid of facing this world by myself. I tried to surround myself with friends, with people who needed me... but still there was this persistent and nagging feeling that sooner or later I would be alone. Perhaps the fear of the word caused me to look at friendship differently then. I viewed it simply as a way to avoid being alone. I was not able to digest the true meaning of the word. Yes I had a barkada, yes we were 21 in the barkada, but the fact is that it really never felt that way to me. Yes we'd share fun moments together, yes we'd go out fighting one another's fights, but I never felt too attached to the whole barkada. There was this point in my High School life where I felt that the whole barkada simply ignored me. They'd go out and enjoy themselves while I was there by myself, alone. There goes that word again. I had too much pain and anguish over them. They'd even fight over petty things that threatened to split the group into two, and it did. Though both sides made amends, we were never the same again and it was me who was left in the middle. Though I'd always show all of them that I was the happy guy, deep inside I was hurting. They just turned to me because they needed me. Nothing else. After that, I said to myself, I would never allow myself to be too close again to anyone else. I would never be attached the same way again, for if that happened, once they started moving on to different things, I would just feel alone once again.<br /><br />Everything seemed to change when she arrived. I didn't know if it was destined to be that she would arrive during our last year in High School, but she provided a solace that I never got from my barkada. She would be the person that would complete me, the person to whom I could cry my heart out to. I told her all my angst, my pains, my sorrows, and she would listen. I broke my promise never to be close to anyone again. She made me feel important and that made me fall for her. She was my saving grace. I hinged my life with hers. Everything she did, I was bound to be there for her. I made up excuses so as just to be with her. I didn't attend trainings in order to tutor her or just to talk with her. I let go of my friends... and they didn't seem to notice and that's why I kept on doing it. It was just me and her... no one else mattered.<br /><br />But college changed everything. Being in the best university with a lot of expectations slowly took their toll on me. When I failed my very first exam in the University, I changed priorities. I had to pass the subject and save face. That was when I lost the self that I though I had. I started drifting away from her. Her... the one who completed me, the one who I hinged my life on. Yes I did pass the subject but I never found the old me again. And on that cold October night when I realized that we had drifted away I resolved that I would make amends. But at what cost, I asked.<br /><br />I never had a concrete view of myself ever since. Am I a good guy? Am I a good friend? Am I a trustworthy person? Weird questions were running on my mind. I knew I did not know myself but there was no time knowing it. Only moments like these. Moments of solace, of silent pains, of questions that would never be answered. Yes the coming November makes me remember all of these and up till now, there are questions that I still fear answering.<br /><br />To be continued...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113076835108000604?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1130687939814647202005-10-30T23:49:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.092+08:00here i am at 11 in the evening still typing a useless post... why? well.. for one we had just finished (about 2 hours ago to be exact) cleaning up because the family was here to celebrate my uncle's birthday, his first in the Philippines after a long while and next is the fact that i downloaded firefox and now using it.. i also finished my severe sep post (there you go momon.:D hehe) well here's some random thoughts about the 3..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">family<br /></span>well my mom was quite disappointed because one of my tita's and cousins didn't make it even though there were no classes tomorrow.. meaning there shouldn't have been any excuses. oh well. mom was now planning that we won't have any christmas get-together since the other's aren't coming. well its pretty sad but that's really what is happending. i'll just have to wait and see what happens.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">posts</span><br />just finished editing my severe sep post (finally! - but teena may still correct it, or any other Gouramian for that matter) and am now doing this one so as to update this site of mine...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">firefox</span><br />i had been long wanting to go to firefox but only now did i find the time. hope it really is better than all the other explorers out there! wohoo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-113068793981464720?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1129900364913579612005-10-10T21:08:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:19.035+08:00i was reading through one of my friend's blog and i saw her entry featuring the finex finals and i simply can't help but to feel bad to have missed that one. to hear the cheers of my batchmates and the UP chant was definitely something i will regret for a long time. oh well..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112990036491357961?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1128273529485615872005-10-03T00:48:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.968+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/321/1600/6602.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/321/320/6602.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It has been 5 days since Gourami ceased to officialy exist as a country, but for seven gruelling days, it seemed too real for all of us. A fictional country with fictional leaders and a fictional history. Everything in the country was fictional, except for the people who lived and breath Gourami air and that was us. Forty-seven students sheltered in the beautiful and elegant Sheraton Langkawi Beach Resort, all coming from different fields from 8 different Asia-Pacific nations, all working towards a common goal. How we did that is a story we will all treasure for the rest of our lives.<br /><br />Well, with the premise of "what happened in langkawi, stays in langkawi" i have nothing else to say but a general overview of what happened.<br /><br />Sept 21<br />Me and the Filipino contingent (Teena, Abby, Mau, Mike, Donna, Jake, and Belle) arrived on the evening of the 21st, and severely famished. That was when we first encountered the Karma Jaya, our t0-be food haven for the days to come. It was also the first time that we were able to sleep on the famous sheraton sweet sleeper bed (and boy was it really a sweet sleep for us!)<br /><br /><br />Sept 22<br />This was the day when we first saw other Gouramians and it wasn't really difficult to befriend them. My roomate arrived in the morning as well as the other participants. We went to the town proper and shopped a little bit. Gourami proper started at 5 pm thru a small briefing followed by a dinner by the beach complete with sarongs!<br /><br />Sep. 23<br />We started the day with a cultural briefing (that was meant to help the participants considering the diversity of cultures present) and then proceeded with a team building activity. This was where we first met our teammates for the rest of the week. After which, the functional briefing followed and then we started to work as a group by doing our workplan. I was assigned to Exploration and Production South and also acted as its Finance person thus making me also a member of the Finance team.<br /><br />This was when i first encountered the big difference between finance people and engineering people. (take note: there was 9 of us in the group: Avin, Shiv, Mun Yen, Yuen, Sing Hooi, Hui Wen, Thomas, Divya and Me, with 7 malaysian engineering students, 1 singaporean business student (but Indian in nationality) and me! Our coach was Kevin and primary assesor was David). We had a hard time discussing the working plan and luckily it turned out well.<br /><br />Sept 24<br />This was when the work came pouring in. We started working out our plan for EP south and started costing for it as well. We also started negotiations with the parties involved and this was where we felt the "reality part" of the event materializing.<br /><br />Sept 25<br />Negotiations started coming in right after we had our plenary presentation. A good example would be our offer to a competitor to buy their oil field and equipment. They came back with an offer of US$200 M when the NPV of the project just resulted to just about US$112M. Of course there were still negotiations but here was where i kinda lost my cool (well, its really hard explaining time value of money to engineers! joke only my EP south friends!). but after a while and a good explanation I got their rationale why they wanted to pursue the project. For the watershed, it was Shiv and Yuen that presented. It was also this time that the integration of the whole Shell Gourami started to take place. Remember that were weren't just EP south, we were Shell Gourami - EP south, and as such, needed to integrate our plans with EP North, EP Central, Sales and Marketing and Manufacturing.<br /><br />Sept 26-Sept 27 am<br />Negotiations with Mobexco (the competitor) continued as well as reprimands from the Director because of our letter-writing style. We closed the deal with them even without the approval of the board but based on computations it was indeed the best deal for us. We were able to finish the computation for EP south at around 11 pm but we were still waiting for the rest to finish to be able to integrate everything.<br /><br />We also found out in the morning that we had a capex budget of 1.5 billion USD. Ours was just around 400 M USD. But reports from other units had a capex budget of 1.1 billion alone. At around 2 am of Sept 27 we were able to total everything and it was a whopping 3.8 billion USD. Animated discussions followed and at 4 am, it was decided that EP Central's Gas project would have to be pushed back by 5 years. The decision had a repercussion financially for EP south and i had to redo the computations as well as the presentation. I finished at around 730 am and then finally grabbed some sleep<br /><br />Sept 27<br />Woke up at around 830, grabbed a quick shower and a quick breakfast went to the director's office to go over our presentation. after details were sorted out we were ready for the big thing.<br /><br />it was 2pm when the presentation started. EP South was the first to present with me and Avin sharing reporting chores. we were asked a few tough questions but i believe we answered them very well. the rest followed and by 530, we were informed that the directors were happy with our presentation and would give us our proposed capex which was brought down to US$1.04 B.<br /><br />Right after that we were told to immediately dress down for we were about to go and ride cable cars! That was truly a very wonderful experience! We were at the highest point in Langkawi and boy was it beautiful! We were so high that when we saw our shadows in the clouds. whoo!<br /><br />When we came back it was straight to the bar for the last party and for the coaches' presentation.<br /><br />Sept 28<br />Interviews for the whole day but mine was finished by 10 am. We had to wait for Donna and then we went to the beach and went shopping! I was quite disappointed with the beach part because Donna and I wanted to do some water sports (para-sailing..) but alas, there wasn't any available and the beach was pretty much the same in Sheraton so we decided to just go ahead and proceed to the night market. The night market featured mostly cheap food, but i like the street food here better (go isaw!!! wohoo!!!) we also went shopping for some other souvenir items and went back at around 8 in the evening. We tried to take a swim at the beach (the pool was already closed) but it was really really dark so we decided to swim tomorrow morning (6 am at that). We just headed to where ebi and jake were (in mun yen's room) and found the other Gouramians who haven't left yet there already playing a card game. The funny thing was when they tried to explain it to us, they asked Jack (from China) to explain it and owing to the fact that Jack had this funny way of speaking English (no offense meant jackÜ) we couldn't understand how it was to be played!Ü i just got out of the room and went to Teena's room and had a little chit-chat before going back to my own villa. Since Mo, my roommate, had already left that afternoon, I was able to take a bath in the bathtub again while watching TV at the same time and that was really a very relaxing experience!<br /><br />Sept 29<br />Had the promised swim at around 6am with Donna and was quite dissastified with the beach (Boracay is way way better). Then after a quick shower I went to pick up my bags to meet up with the rest of the Gouramians taking the 10 am flight. Well the flight home was quite an experience because of our stopovers (KL and Singapore) and because when we reached NAIA, our luggage wasn't there! We had to claim it the next day since it seemed that SIA forgot to put our bags in the plane. oh well.<br /><br />so that was the end of my Gourami experience... getting home without any bags but with something better, a lot of memories, experiences, and new found friends that I will cherish for the rest of my life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112827352948561587?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1126707189546109572005-09-14T22:06:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.907+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/321/1600/29.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/321/320/29.jpg" width="160" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1819/321/1600/untitled2.jpg"></a><br />can't wipe that smile off my face!!! grabe.. sobrang nakakaproud maging jpian!!!! ang galing galing ng mga dancers at lahat ng naging part ng orgpres 2005. congrats sa ating lahat!!! wohoooo!!!!!<br /><p>Congrats to PEPcom and to all the dancers! Sobrang nakakaproud kayong lahat!</p><p>At sa lahat ng nagpunta at nagcheer! What energy guys! you are all the best!!!</p><p>BACBACAN2 na ito!!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112670718954610957?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1125413104463042972005-08-30T22:30:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.846+08:00It's been such a long time since I posted something sensible. I still haven't finished my Jollibee musings and have failed to update during the most crucial of moments.. oh well at least here's a feeble attempt to do so...<br /><br />***<br />first things first, the NF and the AOG pageant. I'd like to congratulate Pete for a job well done and of course Charm for being crowned as the Ms. Ambassador of Goodwill. She really was so witty during the pageant and her beauty was simply elegant without being overbearing. We are so proud of you two!<br /><br />***<br />the FP launching was a success and so kudos to the whole FP team. A lot doubted but I know you can prove them all wrong! hehehe.. it was so heartwarming to see a lot of people during the launching and enjoying themselves throughout the night! again congrats!<br /><br />***<br />the hell week is now fast approaching and i am so excited though i am still unsure of the wishes i'll be giving to Mar. hmmm.. i hope he does enjoy his hellweek!<br /><br />***<br />the apps are a wonder to behold! Though I can't mention them all I'd like to give due recognition to those who seem to be always present in all the activities. thank you to jan, jill, charie, joshua, micha, leo, mark, stan, archie, jonnalyn, sarah, oliver and the rest of the gang.. (promise I'll add more names once I remember them! hehehe)<br /><br />***<br />lastly, I'm so happy coz I just got news yesterday that I'm going to malaysia!!! wohoo!!! I got accepted into the Shell Gourami Business Challenge and I'll be staying there for five days! wohoo!!!<br /><br />***<br />I've got a lot of reflections that I wanted to share but still can't find the time to do so.. until the next post...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112541310446304297?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1123757409547486952005-08-11T18:40:00.001+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.708+08:00ganito pala feeling ng nanggugulang... hehe. andito ako ngayon sa tax class ko.. nasa likod ng mga upuan nagtatago kay Mam ******* habang nagnenet... hehe.. alam ko masama pero ganito rin naman kung wala ako sa loob ng room e. asa labas ako nun at nagnenet or naglalaro.. sobrang nakakatamad kasi itong prof ko e... puro graded recit lang... tapos di naman nagtuturo...<br /><br />napaisip tuloy ako... sometime last year i entertained the thought of becoming a teacher at one point in the future.. would i be just like her.. where students couldn't wait to get out of class. would i be just another teacher where students had no other recourse but bear the one and a half hour of torture with me.<br /><br />oh well.. guess if that happens karma lang yun! sama kong estudyante e! hehehe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112375740954748695?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1121703231725242192005-07-20T00:08:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.503+08:00galing ito sa blog ni candice... hehehe...<br /><br />***<br />P.S. My groupmates and I were in Seattle's Best the other day. We were just wondering, what makes a JPIA relationship work so well that every couple from JPIA seems to be heading straight to the altar while a JMA relationship is so neurotic that the success rates are a far cry from JPIAn counterparts. JMA is like the 21st century's local version of Beverly Hills 90210, if you get what I mean. Crazy stuff. Answer please :) I'd really like to know. It's one of the mysteries that I want to figure out. (Answer: Including you boys who use blogspot. Hi Mak! Momon! and JayJay!).<br />***<br />bakit nga ba? hehehe..<br /><br />answer coming soon:<br /><br />JPIAns! sagot din kayo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112170323172524219?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1121704090297924812005-07-19T00:14:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.572+08:00grabe.. sobrang nakakapagod ang tararun! pero it was all worth it! kahit na madaming mga intriga, issues at mga makukulit na runners sobrang nakakafulfill sya! isipin nyo na lang 880 runners ata ang tumakbo! grabe! mejo overwhelmed kami dahil na rin sa konti ng tao pero ayos pa rin!!<br /><br />nung unang tararun mga 80 lang kasali, nung tararun2 close to 1oo tapos biglang 880 grabe! todo na to! hehehe..<br /><br />sobrang nakakabilib lahat ng jpians na sumuporta, tumulong at nagayos ng tararun3! mula sa mga marshals na magisang tumayo at nagbantay, mga waterstation people na hindi napagod sa pagsalok ng tubig, mga timers at tabulators, mga naglinis, mga nagtali, mga nagflyers at kung sino-sino pa.. sobrang proud ako sa inyong lahat dahal tunay na pinakita nyo ang pagiging committed inside out! ng mga jpians!<br /><br />maraming pwedeng iimprove sa tararun3.. at dahil dun, sure akong magkakatararun4 at sobrang magiging super successful din ito.. go for 1000!!!<br /><br />at syempre nais kong icongrats ang mga bumubuo ng PEPcom sa kanilang job well done!<br /><br />Rach- sobrang proud ako sayo! hehehe! ang galing mo talaga!<br />Jeff and Daryl - o di ba madali lang magmarket? ilan copres ng tararun? hehehe.. galing, bow ako sa inyo!<br />Anie and Klek - go Log! hehehe! iba talaga tong dalawang to.. from connections to sheer perseverance.. sobrang you proved yourself guys!<br />Jovanne and Marife - what can I say? isn't the 880 runners more than enough evidence? hehehe. Galing!<br /><br />at syempre kay Owen - you've really proven yourself owen! and i'm so darn proud to be working with you! its both an honor and a pleasure! go owen!!!<br /><br />Go tararun 4.. 5.. and on.. and on... !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112170409029792481?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1120014764792853642005-06-29T11:06:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.423+08:00Sorry for those who have been waiting for the continuation of my jollibee musings... have been so busy because of org related stuff.. hehehe..<br /><br />***<br />I'd like to congratulate two of my barkada, Leslie Diane La'o and Silverlyn Silva for passing the Nursing Board Exams! I knew you all could do it! Go guys!!! wohoo!!!<br /><br />***<br />I'm currently here at our college's computer lab wasting away time and maximizing my 500 peso lab fee. hehehe... i still can't update my previous entry because parts have already been written and i didn't bring them to class so oh well.. i'll just continue it some other time<br /><br />***<br />today is our AO/AP for UP JPIA! I'm so excited!!! we have so many applicants and I do hope that all of them become active members.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-112001476479285364?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1119452750533955662005-06-22T22:49:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.356+08:00sabi nila boy jollibee daw ako... at the mere mention that we're going to eat at Jollibee, my friends say that my eyes light up.. aba malay ko ba kung bakit ganun ang mga mata ko, basta alam ko natutuwa nga talaga ako pag doon kami kumakain.Ü<br /><br />syempre andyan ang all-time favorites ko, regular yum, regular yum with tlc, burger steak at syempre chickenjoy!<br /><br />but despite of the delicious food and the bottomless gravy, there are still a lot of other reasons why i frequent this store. and its because of the everyday man or woman though it may not be a microcosm of society (the poorest of the poor can't eat there, heck, they can't even eat a full meal's worth sometimes and that's the saddest part of it all) but it does help provide wonderful insights.<br /><br />masarap magmuni-muni at mag obserba sa jollibee.<br /><br />there are the loners who eat by themselves. perhaps waiting for a loved one, perhaps still shocked that he was left alone by his friends to eat by himself or perhaps just contented to find himself eating.<br /><br />may mga mga bata. syempre jollibee yun e. mga malilikot at sobrang sasaya!<br /><br />and there are the parents who eat half-heartedly because half of their eyes are still fixed on their precious children, their treasures in this world.<br /><br />( to be continued)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111945275053395566?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1118587479232127072005-06-12T22:23:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.293+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">isang linggo nang wala si kuya.. sinundan na nya ang matagal na nyang pinangarap gawin sa buhay, pumasok na sya sa isang seminaryo sa may batangas..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">wala na tuloy akong mautusan, makulit, makakwentuhan, mapagtaguan ng mga sikreto.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">wala na akong kaagaw sa telepono, sa computer o kaya sa internet..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">wala na akong sinisigawan na may tawag sya, wala na ring nanggigising, wala na ring mapagtanungan ng mga masasakyan...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nakakamiss din pala si kuya no?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111858747923212707?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1117811357880050412005-06-03T23:07:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.225+08:00<p>grabe, nakakapagod talaga ang reg... kahit na birthday ko pa, hindi talaga pwedeng maexempt sa kapaguran.. pero nonetheless sobrang saya pa rin nya.</p><p>First time akong sinurprise sa birthday ko at sobrang natulala ako kanina.. ganun pala feeling. ang sarap ng feeling na may nakakaalala at may mga taong nagmamahal sa yo ng todo. hehehe.. biruin mo 2 cake pa ang natanggap ko kanina! hehehe.. so nais kong pasalamatan una, ang LEAP adhoc (janno, roma, janice, german) para sa cake nila at syempre ang aking angels, si nica, riza, at marj sa isa pang surpresa at sa lahat ng nakisawsaw! hehehe.. (ana, teena, aldrin, german, brian, jeff, owen, jik, mela, miguel, roma, manu, kc, roger, janno, lawrence, baj, vincent, marves!)<br />at sa lahat ng bumati sobrang salamat at naalala nyo!</p><p>special mention kay ian na ang text lang: "san libre?" o di ba, original at thoughtful! hehehe...</p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111781135788005041?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116853389787996672005-05-23T21:00:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.167+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">tapos na ang bagsakan... madaming nangyari.. maraming nakakatuwa.. meron din namang nakakalungkot... pero alam ko.. sa bagsakan pa lang, marami na kong natutunan...<br /><br />*** </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><br /><strong><em>marami akong naging pagkukulang</em>...</strong> may mga pagkakataon wala ako noong kailangan ako. at may mga pagkakataon na ang kaya ko na lang ibigay ay ang pagsasabi sa mga taong kaya nila ang kanilang ginagawa..<br /><br />***<br /><strong><em>may mga taong manghuhusga</em></strong>... may mga taong walang alam sa mga bagay-bagay pero kung mamukol ng bintang ay akala mo'y dama at nararanasan nila ang paghihirap ng mga taong nasasangkot. na sa hirap ng kanilang mga gawain, imbes na makatanggap ng mga papuri ay kinukwestyon pa ang kanilang hangarin.<br /><br />***<br /><em><strong>pero kapag mahal mo ang ginagawa mo kahit ano gagawin mo para dito...</strong></em> kahit na kailanganing harapin ang mabahong amoy ng mga supot galing payatas. kahit na kailangan magayos at magtali sa ilalim ng init ng araw o sa pagbuhos ng ulan. kahit na magpakapawis sa pagakyat-baba sa mga mabibigat na rummages gagawin mo.. hindi alintana ang init, ang pagod, ang sakit ng katawan, basta kasama mo ang mga kaibigan mo, may kaunting kantahan, maraming tawanan ayos na, sulit na ang lahat ng paghihirap. kahit na may mga nagsasabi ng masama laban sa yo at sa mga kasama mo sige ka lang ng sige dahil alam mo na tama ang ginagawa mo at hinding hindi ka iiwan ng mga kaibigan mo... ganyan talaga pag mahal mo ang ginagawa mo.. handa kang magsakripisyo para dito..<br /><br />sana sa munting paraan na ito ay maipakita ko ang aking kagalakan na kasama ko ang mga taong ito..<br /><br />ito ay isang <strong>pagpupugay sa paghihirap, pagsasakripisyo, pagpapakasakit, at higit sa lahat sa pagmamahal</strong> ng <strong>SAG</strong> at ng<strong> FOPC</strong> sa kanilang tungkulin at sa kanilang organisasyon.<br /><br />maraming salamat jenny, russell, lawrence, mela, jik, steph, aira, chris, jen!<br /><br />sa mga taong tunay na maasahan...<br /><br />maraming salamat manu, miguel, roma, kc, nhey, janno, victor, trek, gilda, rach, angge, marves, lau, maila, addie, jeff!<br /><br />sa aking mga kapwa EO...<br /><br />maraming salamat owen, crystle, mak, iris, aimee, marj!<br /><br />at sa lahat ng mga JPIAns na walang sawang sumuporta ang nagpakita ng kanilang pagmamahal...<br /><br />maraming salamat!!!<br /><br /><em>p.s.<br />pasensya na kung may nakalimutan akong banggitin.. maaring ipagbigay alam nyo kaagad sana.. ganunpaman ako'y nagpapasalamat pa rin at humihingi ng paumanhin</em>.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111685338978799667?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116690702812576372005-05-21T23:47:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.110+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Reggie played his last game as a pro yesterday.. He's the consumate professional.. The basketball world will surely miss one hell of a guy..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Miller Time may be over but it will definitely continue playing on the minds of the people who cherish it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Adios Reggie...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111669070281257637?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116673779680406122005-05-21T19:06:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:18.053+08:00<p><span style="font-family:verdana;">*beep beep*</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>1 message received...</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>rei: uy jay, sorry talaga, hindi ako nakapagpaalam e.. next time promise</em>! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Reading my orgmate's text was a welcome relief for me. I just got home from a very tiring but very fulfilling day and to receive a text message telling me that she really wanted to come and lend a hand was more than enough to revive my spirits. after two days of sweating it out, we finally got to see the fruits of our labor. although the FOPC race has yet to end, the results for the past few days were all worth it.<br /></span><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">reply... </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">ok lang yan. basta pag may chance tulong kayo ha.Ü </span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">yes we were sweating it out. started wed morning when me, janno and roma (go leap!) were faced with the seemingly insurmountable task to "clean" the PET bottles. first you have to get it from a bag of PET bottles, then you have to soak them in a pail of domex then crush it and finally place them in a clear laundry bag (courtesy of Manu and Laundry Express Katipunan). Seems simple enough but wait until when you get to see in the plastic bags of PET maggots, dirt and stale coconut meat; when you grab a coke bottle with a pantyliner stuck to it; when you see a napkin among the bottles, and when you discover a toothbrush inside a mineral bottle. the task was very manual, repetitive, boring and boy did it smell! The arrival of help brightened the three of us up but there were simply too many bottles to be cleaned that we can't excuse ourselves. Now with the help of Nhey, Jik, Lawrence, Mak, Miguel, Mela and KC we had to labor on up until the wee hours of Thursday. After that we pampered ourselves with perhaps the longest baths we have ever taken then we still had the chance to watch Meteor Garden (oh gee, oh wow!) and then we grabbed some well deserved sleep where he had to rest our aching muscles (the nose included!) </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thursday came and we now we had to deal with the papers.. on with the task! we went to Manu's house and continued bundling the scattered and unsorted papers. we ended by 6 pm.. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday was Friday and I was already at UP by 9 to line up for the paper bagsakan. Manu's first batch arrived. Then Miguel arrived and unloaded other papers from Manu's house. Owen's papers also arrived and then we had to wait for our next batch. Miguel returned and said that he has papers from his parent's office but they weren't sorted yet. So together with Iris, Owen, Jik, Miguel, Roma, Tere we went to Miguel's Pajero and lo and behold, the car was really stuffed. Needless to say, we reserved for a slot by 11, we started sorting by 1130, we were called at 430 and we finished cleaning Miguel's car by 530 (as well as taking our lunch!). reinforcements came such as Rach, Addie, Jeff, Victor, Anicia, Lau, Mak and the just-arrived-from-states Germee (awww...) I didn't have the chance to finish our 3rd batch (which ended at around 9 pm).. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">The results were not yet announced.. although we were sure to have placed first in the PET bagsakan, we didn't know how the paper bagsakan went. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was happy with the results, but i was happier seeing JPIAns bonding thru every moment, every foul stench, every piece of Payatas. Bonding in the heat of the sun or in the drenching rain. For these embody the JPIAn we all believe in. JPIAns committted inside out. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">JPIANs who texted me last night what more they can do to help... </span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">*beep beep* </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">1 message received... </span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">rei: oo naman! for the love of JPIA!ÜÜ </span></em></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love what I do simply because I love every JPIAn who shows what it is to be committed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Committed in loving JPIA... </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">for the love of JPIA...<br /></p></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111667377968040612?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116382122369348502005-05-18T10:08:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.992+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">bakit ganoon!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111638212236934850?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116379991379834372005-05-18T09:31:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.929+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">I woke up feeling very bad perhaps because I had to bike in the rain yesterday to finish something I had to work on when I was still caught in what you called the middle of a beautiful dream and that of waking up. I was sitting by the white sands of Boracay, just looking at the waves, contemplating, relaxing. I have always thought that I've earned that vacation. When was the last time I went to Boracay? 3 years ago?<br /><br />***<br />I was still a young man of 17 then. Just when through a rocky time in my relationship and Boracay was a welcome reprieve. It gave me time to enjoy but more importantly, it gave me time to think. Boracay and beaches in general have that particular effect on me. It soothes my tired soul and boy, it was really tired then. I’ve always said that I am a beach person. Not the party-going type but one that can simply sit by the shore and watch as the waves go hurl themselves to the immovable land.<br /><br />***<br />I remember when during one of my earlier vacations by the beach I wondered why the waves do that. Why in spite of the fact that they can never move the land they hurl themselves against they still do it? Was it because they had no choice or because they wanted to? Then it hit me, we are all waves... destined to hit a shore at one point in our lives, destined to crash, destined to break. Some may not believe in destiny, but I do. And at that point my life, I thought that sooner or later I would leave the confines of the sea and hit the shore. I would get my chance, sooner or later.<br /><br />***<br />And there I was 3 years ago looking at the waves thinking that I was one of them already. I had hit the shore and boy did I hit it hard... Not hard enough for the shore but hard enough for me to break into a million pieces. I was lost. I asked myself why this had to happen to me. But then I remember Christopher.<br /><br />***<br />Christopher is my hero. I met him when I was still in Grade 6. He was a very sick boy but in spite of his sickness, he still goes on and tries to live a normal life. He's very friendly and very active and boy do I tell you, it’ll be impossible not to fall in love with him. He’s been leading a life of a small wave; a small wave that continuously hurls itself not against sand but against rocks and cliffs. Yet he continues to do so. It may seem dumb challenging rocks and mountains but Chris never thought it so. He was a small wave challenging the mighty. He was a small person, challenging the world. And in many aspects he succeeded. He may not have destroyed all the rocks and the cliffs, but he showed others that it can be done.<br /><br />***<br />For in life, it is inevitable. It doesn’t matter where you get hit, what matters is what you do afterwards. And even though it feels that I'm always by the shore, always hitting the immovable shore, I am convinced that somehow, I may do it. Somehow, I will rise above the shore and show the world that a wave will get its chance of redeeming itself.<br /><br />***<br />I am still waiting for that chance. For most of the times there will be things other than the shore that will stop you, an occasional rock, boat, or worse, other waves pulling you back telling you that you can'</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">t do it. And a person does get tired especially when he feels that at time he is alone, a small wave trying to do the impossible. I need that vacation. I need to spend time alone not thinking about anything else but what I think is important, what I believe is important. I miss the sand, I miss the stars, I miss the waves. I miss the wind blowing by your face gently whispering,<br /><br /><em>"It will be all right little wave."<br /></em><br />***<br />Then I wake up. Its already 7 am. I have to be in school by 9. But wait I have to do something. I have to wait for someone and then deliver something. I have to wait longer.<br /><br />Then the axe fell...<br /><br />My dream would have to wait. My rest would have to be postponed. I was not going to Boracay. My mother would be the one instead. I would just be at our shop and tend it while they're gone. Good-bye to my long awaited weekend.<br /><br /><em><strong>Again the shore has proven itself mightier than the wave</strong>.</em><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111637999137983437?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116347435729357312005-05-18T00:29:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.867+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><strong>UPUAN LANG<br /></strong><br />Upuan lang ako<br />Inuupuan,<br />Minsan, tinutuntungan<br />Minsan pa nga<br />Nauututan<br />Pero kahit anong mangyari<br />Upuan lang ako.<br /><br />Upuan lang ako<br />Nasisira, nabubulok<br />Natatabi, masama pa<br />Nababalewala<br />Pero kahit anong mangyari<br />Upuan lang ako.<br /><br />Upuan lang ako<br />Pero maupuan lang<br />Masaya na ako<br />Yun naman ang dahilan<br />Ko sa mundo na<br />Na kahit anong mangyari<br />Upuan ako.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111634743572935731?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116346553026634042005-05-18T00:12:00.001+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.810+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">naks! naayos ko din yung lay-out ko.. after fiddling with it for about four hours (basically learning xml at the same time) may acceptable result na ako.. haay.. hehehe..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">excited na ako sa overnight bukas. kaso nga lang mahahati pa ata kami dahil sa dami ng dapat gawin.. haaay.. sana maging worth it para sa lahat ng jpians ang mga pinagagagagawa namin. hehehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">inaantok na ako pero gusto ko pang magpost.. grabe sobrang naastigan ako dun sa blog nung high school friend ko.. hehe.. in fairview magaling talaga syang magsulat ever since..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sana ganun ako kagaling...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">sige.. next time na lang..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111634655302663404?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116331987628614612005-05-17T20:11:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.691+08:00may bago na naman akong lay-out... oh well.. promise, antay lang kayo at may EOs layout o JPIA layout akong ilalabas.. hehehe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111633198762861461?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116128285523984142005-05-15T11:35:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.632+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">well.. i just wanted to share some of my "literary works..." hehehe... they're really not that good..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">TO CRY A THOUSAND TEARS<br /><br />I was left standing all alone,<br />And all I could hear was my personal moans<br />I wish I could open up my heart to someone<br />But this was only said and never done<br /><br />All my emotions were kept inside,<br />There were all just left there, they were set aside<br />I’m afraid no one wants to come near,<br />And all of my problems they’ll start to hear<br /><br />I wish there were someone I could talk with<br />So as not to leave me in this dark pit<br />But then I found no one to whom I can cry<br />All of them just kept telling me lies<br /><br />I had no one to turn to but me,<br />But my problems, I would not clearly see<br />Then I started to cry a thousand tears<br />Just to let me face my own fears</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">hmmm.. if you want to read more visit my lost site: </span><a href="http://www.geocities.com/agen31/files.htm"><span style="font-family:verdana;">www.geocities.com/agen31/files.htm</span></a></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111612828552398414?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1116064016521269622005-05-14T17:42:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.573+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">BOSTON -- Already, they had overcome just about everything. A series of the harshest suspensions ever handed down by the NBA. A spate of injuries to their star players.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />What else, you wondered, could the Indiana Pacers overcome? And where would they find the will and the energy to do it one more time?<br /><br />Well, there they were Saturday night, scaling yet another seemingly unconquerable peak.<br />This time, the remarkably resilient Pacers overcame history.<br /><br />Didn't it just figure they'd take the toughest road possible, winning a seventh game on the road, winning for a third time in the other guy's building, not just winning, but mauling the Celtics 97-70?<br /><br />They did more than simply guarantee another shot at the Detroit Pistons who, quite honestly, must now be licking their chops.<br /><br />They also extended the career of Reggie Miller, keeping his legend alive for at least another week, keeping this team's legend alive and giving NBA America the Pacers-Pistons series it so desired.<br />Think the Uncle Reggie issue mattered? It was so big, nobody felt compelled to mention it before this game. It was simply understood. By everybody.<br /><br />"We all told ourselves, do whatever you've got to do to make sure this wasn't Reggie Miller's last night," said Jeff Foster, who scrapped for nine points, 12 rebounds and four blocked shots. "I told myself, and I'm sure everybody else did, too, whether you play one minute or 48, we're not going to be denied."<br /><br />With 41/2 minutes left in this mauling, Miller, wearing a beatific smile, made his way down the bench and high-fived his teammates. A few seconds later, during a timeout, Miller walked onto the court and embraced Jermaine O'Neal.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhhhhh," Miller yelled.<br /><br />Translation: Thank you, fellas. Thank you for another shot.<br /><br />Later, in the postgame interview room, Miller tried to make the dubious case that this team is winning for themselves and should not give a moment's thought to his situation. Two seats down, Stephen Jackson, who played a marvelous game at both ends of the floor, shook his head.<br /><br />"I've already got one (a championship in San Antonio)," Jackson said. "This one's for Reggie."<br /><br />Of course it is.<br /><br />"It is personal," O'Neal said.<br /><br />And it's remarkable. When this series began, it felt like the young, athletic, healthy Boston Celtics against a corpse. Miller was the 39-year-old shooting guard. Dale Davis was the 36-year-old center. O'Neal's shoulder was a mess. Jamaal Tinsley's foot was still sore. How could they keep this crazy thing going?<br /><br />But this team is as stubborn as it is incorrigible. They just won't accept the notion their season should ever end, no matter how rough the road ahead becomes. That has a lot to do with Miller, and even more to do with the experience and character of this group of Pacers.<br /><br />Again, from the worst story in the NBA to the very best.<br /><br />Remember all the tumult over Jackson's mini-meltdown after Game 6? Pacers coach Rick Carlisle said at the time it was a speck of sand on Miami Beach. And it was true. There was no way this team was going to fall prey to petty internal discord now, not with the season, and Miller's career, on the line.<br /><br />"We left that behind in Indiana," Jackson said.<br /><br />So how did they win this series? That will long be one of the eternal mysteries of the cosmos. They didn't shoot particularly well. They didn't always rebound well. Their bench was often overwhelmed, except when it counted, in Game 7.<br /><br />They had something the Celtics didn't have, though: They had experience. And with that experience, they showed the kind of heart they've been revealing all season. They didn't just beat the Celtics in Game 7; they ground them down to a pulp. For Boston fans, who are used to better results from their Celtics, this was the hoops equivalent of a tooth extraction.<br /><br />The Pacers methodically pounded the Celtics into the parquet floor, playing scrambling, manic defense, working a slow, efficient offense to perfection.<br /><br />"I said this before the game, how that team has great character," Boston coach Doc Rivers said. ". . . You look at their team and our team, and all the veterans they have, they've been through so many tough wars. Their character, fight and tenacity were the intangibles that were the difference in this series."<br /><br />Excuse the high school philosophy, but it's been said that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. It's not overstatement to suggest the Pacers have been through things no other team in NBA history has been forced to face. And they've endured.<br /><br />Not just for Reggie, although he's the force behind this wild ride. But for themselves, and for a fan base that supported them when they were down to six and seven players, waiting for suspensions to end, waiting for injuries to heal.<br /><br />Now, a certain justice is served. And the TV boys get their ratings. Prepare to see The Brawl another 5,000 times in the next two weeks.<br /><br />"It's only right," O'Neal said of the next chapter of Pacers-Pistons.<br />He smiled. "It's only right."<br /><br />source:<a href="http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050508/SPORTS04/505080460/1088/SPORTS04">http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20050508/SPORTS04/505080460/1088/SPORTS04</a><br /><br />***<br />sobrang idol ko talaga ang Indiana Pacers lalo na yung ngayong team!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111606401652126962?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115823291060597252005-05-11T22:24:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.515+08:00nagfrisbee na naman kanina! nakakatuwa talaga sya! may mga naginvite pa sa amin na mag-ultimate frisbee! o di ba! hehehe..<br /><br />***<br />nagbasa-basa lang ako ng mga blogs kanina at medyo napagisip-isip din ako.. feel ko hindi ko kaya yung ginawa nung isa kong friend dun sa blogmate nya na ishare talaga ung mga nafefeel nya... kasi hanggang ngayon i still remain to be a "closed" person - someone unwilling to express how he really feels. oh well..<br /><br />***<br />so habang inaantok na ako at kinakailangan nang matulog ng maaga dahil bukas ay maaga akong pupunta ng up here are some of my reflections and rants...<br /><br />***<br />sa totoo lang kinakabahan ako sa FOPC not because we may perform poorly but because of the fact that this is our first "acid test" as an organization with the new set of EOs. Of course there will always be the comments from different people on how we could have done it better, where we failed and what we did not do and of course the expectations from a lot of people who expect nothing but chair. And perhaps as i said to jik when we started planning for the FOPC race for chair, we will just do our best and whatever the results are will prove to be just a bonus. In a competition where an organization's destiny does not lie solely on its hands, the best that we could do may or may not be enough, and personally the pressure then for us is to remain firm with what we stand for. And more than anything we stand for the people and not the accolades.<br /><br />We want to continue what we started, we want FOPC to be left in good hands, but we will never resort to "other" tactics. We want JPIANs to know that the result we will get will be commensurate to the effort of JPIA as a whole. From the incessant pangungulit of Jik, he SAG VCs and all the chairs to JPIANs, the unselfishness of Manu in sharing his house as a center, Boiboi and Baj for using their apartments as other centers, the tireless efforts of Miguel in being a perennial JPIAn driver (with Roma as companion), the dedication of JPIANs (Rach, KC, Jeff, Manu, Janno, Miguel, Roma, Richard, Berna, Marves, Lau, Addie, Boiboi, Trek, Victor, Anicia, Janice, and a lot more) to stay in Vinzons' despite of the searing heat, to the contestants and the winners to the different contests, up to the JPIAn who texts his coregroup leader how, when, and where can he/she bring her contribution, everyone deserves a pat on the back. For we know that because of the little contributions that we give, we reaffirm our love for this organization, our love for the people in it... and for that we are winners already.<br /><br />We deserve the chair, and so do others who show the same passion and committment. But as JPIANs we will stand firm with this sem's slogan, we will all be <strong>committed inside out</strong>. Committed to our values, committed to excellence, committed to this org, committed to the people in it.<br /><br />Let us now show the rest of the world the people we are proud to call our family. Let us show them what true JPIANs are.<br /><br />***<br />hwow! deep ata ung mga nauna kong nasabi a.. teka ha.. kung may reactions magcomment kayo ha.. i'd appreciate it..<br /><br />Ü<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111582329106059725?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115732888712240412005-05-10T21:34:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.458+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">wala lang.. nakakatuwa at ang dami ng may blog. hehehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">kababasa ko lang nung kay mak at naaliw ako.. sana ganun din ako kagaling magsulat... hehehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">*hikab*</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">well.. next time na ako gagawa ng malupit na post.. hehehehe...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">*hikab*</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">pagod kasi talaga ako e..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">*hikab*</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ZZZzzzZZZ</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111573288871224041?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115651384123798102005-05-09T22:54:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.398+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">yahoo!! hehehe.. ang sarap magswim sa beach! grabe! hehehe.. kaya eto sunog ako ngayon. hahaha.. nagfamily outing kasi kaming pamilya (4 families in all... around 20 adults and 8 children).. ayun bonding bonding sa mga pinsan at langoy at kain buong maghapon.. nakakapagod nga lang talaga ang byahe kasi sa lemery, batangas pa kami nagswim. hehehe..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">eto here are some pictures.. </span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img height="151" src="http://www.geocities.com/agen31/pix/Image098.jpg" /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ang makukulit kong mga pinsan</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><img height="151" src="http://www.geocities.com/agen31/pix/Image099.jpg" /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">si kiara na makulit.Ü</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><img height="151" src="http://www.geocities.com/agen31/pix/Image101.jpg" /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">ganda ng beach!</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><div align="center"><br /><img height="151" src="http://www.geocities.com/agen31/pix/Image103.jpg" /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">view ng taal</span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">so ayan. hehehe..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">boracay naman next time!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">yahoo!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111565138412379810?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115304696158947832005-05-05T22:42:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.333+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">katatambak lang namin kanina.. konti lang natambak namin pero first tambak pa lang naman e...Ü hehehhe... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">congrats sa SAG!!! wohoo!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">nasira ung frisbee namin kanina (actually mejo sinira na din namin) hehehe... try naming ayusin para naman may kaligayahan kaming muli! haha! masaya kasi talaga sya. o di ba?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">at dahil nasira ang frisbee, gumawa kami ng weird game na tila bagang mga bata kaming mga ewan ang pinagaggagawa.. hahaha.. well at least bonding di ba? kasama pala namin kanina si mak, kc, janno, trek, lawrence, berna, richard at marves, at oo nga pala. si kats ng sandali. hehehe.. tapos diretso kain naman kami!!! hehee. nag-wok dis way kami at solb naman ang food! hehehe..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">at syempre di mawawala ang bonding! ako, si mak, lawrence, janno, kc at trek! hehhee. daming napagusapan! hehehe.. next tym uli!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ang weird ng post ko no? recap of events lang.. next time na lang ung mejo serious! hahaha!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111530469615894783?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115201263539783502005-05-04T18:03:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.260+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Dear JPIAns,<br /><br />Kamusta na ang summer ninyo? Sana lahat tayo ay nasa mabuting kalagayan lalo na’t nalalapit na muli ang pasukan (halos isang buwan na lamang ay enrollment ng muli.. haay).<br /><br />Isa ako ngayon sa mga taong piniling magbakasyon lamang ngayong summer at kadalasan ang oras ko ay nakatuon sa pagtambay sa FOPC! Ang saya-saya tumambay! Yun nga lang wala masyadong tao kapag umaga. Nakakalungkot nga dahil pang-walo (8th) lang tayo sa total tambay hours e. Sa maximum hours na 96 per week, naka 85 hours lang tayo nuong unang linggo e dati-dati gahaman tayo sa pagtatambay (hehehe). Di bale alam ko naman na yung mga pwedeng tumambay lalo na sa umaga ay tiyak na pupunta na, di ba? Ang saya-saya naman kasing tumambay lalo na pag madaming tao. Pwedeng maglaro ng scrabble, word factory, sorry!, monopoly, uno stacko at kung ano ano pa. Higit pa dyan, pwede ka pang makipagbonding sa kapwa JPIAn mo! O di ba ang saya?<br /><br />PET tambak na nga rin pala bukas, May 5. Naku, ang alam ko hindi pa din ganon kadami ang naiipon ng JPIA. Bagaman alam kong mahirap syang ipunin, alam ko din na maraming mga JPIAn ang may mga natatago pang imbakan ng mga PET bottles dyan. Malamang din may mga kilala silang mga restaurant o bilihan ng mga inumin na nagtatabi ng PET bottles na pwede nilang irefer sa SAG para kolektahan ng PET bottles. Madami kasi ang points ng PET bottles e, 100 points per kilo. Mayroon pa namang susunod na PET tambak sa May 19 e. Marami tayong matatambak nyan!<br /><br />May bago din nga palang kinokolekta ang FOPC ngayon, ito ung mga aluminum cans, 100 points per kilo din ito! (yung mga coke-in-cans, at kung ano-ano pa). Madami tayong nakolektang aluminum tabs dati, kaya alam ko madami din tayong makokolektang cans di ba?<br /><br />At syempre, hindi mawawala yung mga paper bagsak. May newspapers, white papers at other papers. Grabe, ang alam ko dito magaling ang JPIA e. Kasi ngayon hindi pa din ganoon kadami ung mga naipon na ng JPIA e gusto pa naman nating magchair para mapagpatuloy natin ung mga reporma natin sa FOPC. Alam ko naman na maraming JPIAns ang makakapagtanong-tanong sa mga publishing houses, sa mga newspaper publishers, sa mga villages, sa mga opisina at kung saan-saan pa. Basta ang alam ko tone-tonelada ang makukuha natin basta nagtutulong-tulong tayong lahat ng mga members pati na rin mga alumni di ba? Ang tambakan nga pala ng mga papers at aluminum cans ay sa May 6 at May 20.<br /><br />May rummage tambak pa nga pala! Marami naman siguro tayong mga hindi na ginagamit na damit kaya kung sana, kahit bawat isang JPIAn makapagbigay lang ng tatlong damit o kaya bag, sinturon, sombrero, sapatos malaki din ang maitutulong noon.<br /><br />Alam ko naman na maraming JPIAns na gustong tumulong e. Siguro nahihiya lang o wala lang talagang oras. Sulatan mo lang ako o di kaya ay itext ang napakagaling na chair ng SAG na si Jik at ang kanyang mga VCs na sina Aira, Chris, Jen at Steph o kaya ang VP nya na si Crystle o kahit sinong EO ay sinisigurado ko na pagtutuunan ka namin ng pansin.<br /><br />Oo nga pala, nais ko ding ipaalam sa inyo na sobrang halaga ang tulong nyo sa FOPC race ngayon, lalo na’t gusto nating makakuha ng BA block. Kasi, apat lang ang BA blocks na pwede, e limang organisasyon ang may nais sa mga BA blocks.. kaya ayun, sana mataas ang makuha nating ranking! (sana nga ay Chair di ba?)<br /><br />Kaya naman nating lahat to di ba? Basta lahat ng members ay tutulong pati na ang mga alumni na minsan minahal at patuloy pa ring minamahal ang JPIA.<br /><br />Aasahan namin kayong lahat<br /><br />Nagmamahal,<br /><br />Jaypee Yahn</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111520126353978350?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115132126423322672005-05-03T22:48:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.204+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Birthday ng baby ko ngayon.. hehehe.. Happy birthday my labs!!!<br /><br />***<br />Nakakapagod ang araw na ito! Grabe! 2 bote ng tubig ang dala ko kanina at kinulang pa ako.. napabili pa ako ng 2 c2.. grabe! hehehe.. sobrang init kasi talaga ngayon e... oh well.. pero ayos lang.<br /><br />***<br />nag-drop ako ng PE2 kanina... sad... pero okay lang... matinding pangangailangan e..<br /><br />***<br />ang saya-saya magfrisbee!!! hehehe.. kasama ko kanina sina kc, mak, janno, at addie.. nakakapagod at nakakasugat pero ang saya-saya! hehehe... nakakawala ng fats yun nga lang ikinain din namin ung pawis namin kasi dumeretso naman kami sa chowking (kaming lahat at kasama pa si marves.. hehe). Bonding moment!! hehehe... peace tayo kc ha!<br /><br />***<br />SLC Meeting bukas!!! sana madami kaming magawa! hehehe.. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111513212642332267?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115032066822246362005-05-02T19:02:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.144+08:00<img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="210" src="http://www.geocities.com/agen31/images/jayblack.jpg" width="193" /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">di ko alam kung matutuwa ako sa bago kong template.. oh well.. heheeh.. tignan na lang natin.. teka... maglalagay naman ako ng pic para cute! ahehehe!!! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111503206682224636?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12590242.post-1115029323084235542005-05-02T18:17:00.000+08:002006-10-27T10:11:17.069+08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">kulit ko talaga no? sabi ko na ngang ayaw ko na ng mga blog blog pero eto na naman ako.. well naghahanap lang kasi ako ng magandang blog site.. at mukhang ok naman tong sa blogger.. let's see.. hehe..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">bakit orion's belt? kasi sya ang pinakamadali makitang set of stars sa kalangitan, at ever since, marami na kong "napagdaanan" with that belt.. o di ba? hehehe.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">eto pa o.. para mas clear.. <a href="http://www.acacialand.com/Pntstr.html">http://www.acacialand.com/Pntstr.html</a> owki?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">***</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">sana dito na talaga ako magfocus.. di ako masyadong natuwa sa yahoo360 e.. oh well..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12590242-111502932308423554?l=agen31.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JaYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989268079795546226noreply@blogger.com2