Adik Notes

T.U.

2010-08-24T02:42:00.000-07:00

Thank you, Mr. Rolando Mendoza.

Thank you for making us realize how incompetent our police force is when handling hostage crises. I didn’t even know that axes and sledgehammers are still considered special weapons by SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics). As the crisis dragged on we at least expected them to be more calm and prepared, but we can only guess why they had to storm the bus and risk the hostages’ lives.

Thank you Hong Kong government for issuing a travel advisory to discourage your people in going to the Philippines. Given the situation we really left you with no other choice. Not that your people will have any plans on visiting us in the near future anyway.

Thank you Philippine media for bringing the news real time to us and the rest of the world. Never mind that it might undermine the ongoing operations. Hey, as long as you deliver the news straight and fast it’s all well and good right? Err, for your TV ratings anyway.

Thank you fellow Filipinos for always staying true to yourself. By this I mean being nosy as usual. What you have seen on TV seemed not enough, and you had to take it upon yourself and see it personally. It amazes me how they seemed to appear out of nowhere and cram the whole place seconds after the assault.

Thank you President Noynoy for not being there when your people needed you. You could have at least showed your face and tell us that our Government is still on top of the situation, but I guess you can’t really do that because clearly, they are not. So instead of putting up a lie to calm the public (and probably the rest of the world) you decided not to show up until after it is over. Your people didn’t really wish you to solve it, but they at least wanted to know you were with them.

Thank you Mr. Rolando Mendoza, for these lessons you have showed us. With what you have done we can again show the world how resilient Filipinos are, how we can overcome any adversity. Thank you for you had united our country in condemning baseless killings and massive carnage. Thank you for reminding us that death is in everybody’s doorsteps and that somewhere in this world, there will always be someone planning to do something evil just to get ahead on their lives.

Post Script: Thank you Venus Raj for her major major achievement winning 4th runner up in the Ms. Universe pageant.

Baguio 2.0

2010-07-15T01:32:00.000-07:00

It was an unexpeceted trip. I was excited. I was ready to have a good time.

A Baguio trip on rainy days wasn't at the top of my list of things to do, but I wouldn't shun away from this rare opportunity (i never complain for a company paid trip).

Though this was my second time, the only memory I have of Baguio is with my mother and brother on a pedicab (I only remembered it from an old photo).

I was ready to have fun, and I could've had I not thought of someone that I wanted to share this trip with.

Though they say the place was not as good as before, I appreciated it the way I knew. I wanted to shake off the sadness but in the end it got the better of me.

I guess we can't truly find happiness in where we are, but in who we are with.

A lesson learned from a cold and faraway place.

(Baguio 7142010 Mines View)

Corrupted

2010-07-02T13:45:00.000-07:00

For a brief moment I taught I could escape it - even if it lurked right under my breath. It didn't help that I occasionally had to toy with it, seemingly taunting it to get to me. What a fool I have been to think that I can't be taken in, that I can't fall no matter how cleer the trap is.

But I slipped. I was caught in a situation I couldn't afford to say no to. No matter how hard I tried to resist, I ended up caving in. Of course, one can always argue that we always have a choice, and I still agree with that, but sometimes we're just caught up in the moment that we end up doing things we'd rather not. This isn't your typical If onlys and what ifs - these were hardwired, down the line decisions that can either make or break you as a person. Honestly, after I've done the deed, I really wished I can turn back the time and didn't give in so easily. But boy it was so tempting...How could I have said no?

The damage has been done. I've made a wrong decision at a crucial time in my life. No matter how remorsed I feel, I can never bring back the lost moment to make something right (or not make something wrong to be more precise). In these mistakes we learn and grow as a person, and as long as I stay resolved into not doing it again, then I will eventually be redeemed, not only in the eyes of the people I've done bad, but also to the Greater Power above. So as a way of repentance, I truly and honestly say, that I WILL NEVER EAT SOMEONE ELSE'S FOOD IN THE REF.

LOL.

If it's Love, join Takeshi's Castle

2010-07-01T00:03:00.000-07:00

Two new songs in my playlist. Local and foreign, but both are combacking artists.

If It's Love by Train

The first few verses doesn't really make much sense (specially to someone who didn't know Henry Lee).

If It's Love
We decide that it's forever
No one else can do it better...
If i'm addicted to loving you
then you're addicted to my love too"

Catchy. And sincere.

"I love you from your toes to your face". I prefer it the other way around.

Takeshi's Castle by Kiko Machine

"Ang hirap mo namang ligawan
Ang daming pagsubok na dapat daanan
daig ko pa ang sumali sa Takeshi's Castle"

Its really difficult courting a girl.

"Bolang kanyon handa kong labanan
Kahit alambre handa kong lakaran"

Do anything for love. Join Takeshi's Castle.

Overrated

2010-06-30T23:17:00.000-07:00

So it's that time of the year again where girls drag their partner to watch an overrated movie they're pretty sure they won't like. But for the sake of a long and arduous argument, the guy gives in. Surely, a guy would naturally not object to her girl just to avoid this scenario:

Girl: Why don't you watch this movie with me?
Boy: Because I find it lame and a wast-(he is quickly cut short.)
Girl: No, maybe you don't love me anymore...
Boy: But I do love y--
Girl: Surely you'll going to watch it with someone else.. is that it
Boy: No cupcake (or some random corny term of endearment), where did you ever get that idea?
Girl: then why don't you want to watch it with me?huhuhu
Boy: It's not that I don't want to watch it with you, I just don't like to watch...
Girl: Huhuhu...
Boy: Oh please, don't be unreasonable.
Girl: Huhuhu...so now i'm the one who's unreasonable?ahuhuhu
Boy: Hey would you please stop crying? stop it...
(Girl cries louder)
Boy: (Consoles girl in vain, then says hesitantly) All right...i'll watch the movie with you...
And girl hugs boy triumphantly.

So in the end they'll watch the movie together.

Time and again there have been movies that are supposedly 'potential blockbusters' that people tend to line up for it come opening day. Never mind that it isn't really good, or not even entertaining, but if a friend of a friend of a family of a friend tells you to watch this so and so movie, chances are you'll really watch it. Imagine having a media hype for a movie? It would be a surefire blockbuster even before its playdate.

versus (a battle within)

2009-01-24T10:41:00.000-08:00

I keep thinking - Wishing for the right moment, searching for the right words. For all I know it may never come. I plan everything; I try to make it perfect. I polish every action. I keep playing the scene over my head about a thousand times now, but every time I play it back, I find that something “might” be wrong, that it “might” not work as planned.

I was wrong. I can’t control everything. I can’t just manipulate somebody else’s movements just because I “planned” every single moment and accounted every possible logical action a person may take.

Logical. What do I know about logic? All I know is I care much about you that I keep on thinking what you might possibly be doing at this very moment. You keep popping out of my brain, blocking “more important” thoughts and disabling logic in me. I do not need logic. I just need to know if you bother to think of me. A few seconds a day would not be so bad…

I keep on waiting – waiting for my phone to ring, and hoping I’d find your name there. It doesn’t matter if it’s just a forwarded message or a corny joke you got from your ex, who’s trying so hard to win you back. It doesn’t even have to say anything, a blank message will do. The mere fact that you made an effort to press those keypads and spent a peso for me is enough to make me happy – now that’s an improvement.

I ask myself, how much do I like you? I stop for a second, absorbed in my own thought. I remember the few moments we’ve been together, and I start to smile, trying my best to restrain my laughter. This is the part where people who’ll see me would think that I’ve gone crazy. Maybe I am. Because every time I think of you I seem to lose touch with reality. I wander in my own fantasies, dreaming that we are together.

Can there be a “we” for the two of us? I’ve fallen for you, and yet I fall even more. I’m overtaken by emotions. I don’t even know what it means when you say you want to see me. Maybe you were lonely; you needed someone to talk to. Maybe you were happy and needed to share the moment. Or maybe I’m putting too many doubts in my head. Maybe it simply means you want to see me. Maybe.

Action. I need to let you know, ASAP. If I don’t, someone else might do just what I intended to do - Someone who feels the same toward you; someone who had enough courage to show his feelings; someone who’s not afraid to risk a friendship to gain something better. By then it will be too late for me, and I’ll be on the losing end – again. All because I let my fears get the better of me.

Fear tells me I don’t have what it takes, that I can’t make you happy. Doubt lets me think that it’s not possible; you can’t possibly fall for a guy like me. Shyness tells me I won’t even find the right words to say in front of you, and I’ll end up messing everything. My confidence is shattered to pieces. Courage ran from me. Who’s left now to side for me?

Love. Does it really matter if she doesn’t feel the same? Naturally, it will hurt, but will it be more painful if you just let her walk away with someone knowing that you didn’t even try? Sure, you’re not the most handsome guy on this planet; you’re not even close to Brad Pitt. But you have good qualities in you. And if you ever mumble and stutter in front of her, you can always look at the bright side – you can’t lose anything you don’t own. Give it a shot, and you’ll find there will still be something to smile about at the end of the day.

Hope. That’s the one thing I never let go. Things might not work out as we pleased, but life is never absolute - It is an adventure. There are moments when we’ll be sad, but it will soon pass. I don’t want to plan anymore. I’ll do what I should to win you, but I won’t expect anything. I only hope, that from the bottom of your heart, you’ll find me a place to stay.

I’ll tell you soon.

Suicide Note

2009-01-24T10:37:00.000-08:00

This will be the last night of my life. I am tired of living in this sick sad world. I’m fed up with all the cold feelings, pretentious talks and the laborious ways in finding means to survive. I have reached my limit. I am going to end everything.

The struggle continues even if all the walls are closing in , locking the doors that lead to my jaded existence, a life lived in monotony. Sometimes I feel I get along with other people because of boredom, because I’m afraid of not doing anything to pass the time. I felt the need to have friends around, but oddly, I never really depended on them. Sure they offered help, but I refused. My ego soars high in doing everything that needed to be done – alone. I am not alone in the sense that no one bothers to give a damn on me. I am alone because I refuse to get help. Even Spiderman needs help”. This harsh reality really got me. But even if I admit it, it is really hard to change one’s old ways. Now no one offers any help anymore, probably thinking it would be in vain anyway. For someone who hadn’t really asked any favors before, it is hard to crack the shell open and let everybody see the real me, stripped of all pretensions.

Maybe I have fancied things up too much , that it has affected the way I deal with reality. Either way I say my last goodbye to this sick sad world, hoping there is someplace better than here.

Crap, I don’t feel like killing myself anymore. I hated blood anyway.

Circles...

2009-01-21T03:35:00.000-08:00

Now I really am confused. I desperately want to get out of this job, this boring monotonous world of mine. I never thought a day job can be this boring. I've been doing the same thing for months now. I don't learn anything new at all. I know I shouldn't complain, I'm in a better position than about millions of jobless, but please give me a break! I never really got used to doing the same thing over and over, working like a machine. In this kind of work load you don't really need a brain. The worst part of it is that our boss doesn't even show just one bit of concern. For someone who's had 15 years of work experience, you'd think she'd grown secsible of her subordinates' needs. But every hint I throw at her just keeps hitting me back. Or maybe she's deliberately ignoring me. Maybe they want me out of this company. But if they really did, wouldn't it be better just to say it and get it over with? How hard could it possibly be to fire me? Then again I'm also finding it hard to resign. It's always the feeling of superiority, that I AM NEEDED HERE. Who's to take over my job? No I know there are people better qualified for this boring job.
I am scared. I'm finding it hard to hand over the resignation because I am scared. What would my friends and colleagues think? Resigning for a job just feels like quitting, and I hate that feeling. Maybe I'm not really bored enough (or pissed enough) to ignore what other people might think. I need to find the courage. And fast, before I run out of reason to leave.

Kung Fu Panda

2009-01-03T19:44:00.000-08:00

Kung Fu Panda

(isinaboses ng maraming artista)

Likha ng mga walang magawa sa Hollywood, naisip nilang gawing martial arts expert ang isang tamad na hayop na kadalasan ay makikita mong may bitbit na kawayan. Hindi ko alam kung hilig lang talaga ng mga panda na magpapiktyur kasama ang kawayan o sadya lang talagang matakaw sila at di nila magawang tumigil sa pagngata.

Kung pareho lang tayo ng alam tungkol sa mga panda, puwes tama lang na panoorin mo ito. Ihanda mo ang sarili mo na magpabola sa pelikulang ito. Matututunan mo na ang panda pala ay mahilig din sa noodles at ramen. Likas sa kanila ang pagiging madaldal, bukod sa pamimilosopo sa kapwa hayop. Ayos! Isang witty na panda – may character! XD

Ang kwento: isang tigreng pinangalanang Tai long ang nagbabalak na pagharian ang sangkahayupan. Gagawin nya ito dahil bad trip sya sa dati nyang master na si Shi Fu (mukhang daga pero mas sosyal ang hitsura) dahil hindi nito kinilala ang kanyang husay sa martial arts. Dito papasok ang pangangailangan sa istorya ng isang super hero (take note, dapat isa lang) na magtatanggol sa lahat. Siyempre sino pa ang gaganap na bida kundi ang panda.

Ang panda na si Po ay likas na ambisyoso kaya iniisip niyang pwede syang matuto ng martial arts. Dahil boring ang kwento kung walang kokontra, papasok sa eksena ang limang magigiting na legendary warriors. Mistulan silang mga taga oposisyon na pilit na pinapabagsak ang hebigat na si Po. Sa huli, matututunan din nilang tanggapin at kilalanin ang angking kakayahan ni Po kahit na ito’y kaplastikan lang. XD

Sa paghaharap nina Po at Tai Long madidiskubre na ang makapangyarihang scroll na magtuturo sa lihim na teknik sa martial arts, ay wala palang laman. Dito lalong mababadtrip si Tai Long dahil hindi kinaya ng mababa niyang IQ ang nais iparating ng blangkong papel (maniwala ka, may nais iparating ang blangkong papel!). At Dahil kasing taba ni Po ang kanyang utak ay madidiskubre nya at mabibigkas ang binitiwang salita ng amang gansa; “There are no secret ingredients”, na tumutukoy kung bakit masarap ang paninda nilang noodles. Sa palliwanag ng amang gansa (oo, gansa ang ama ni Po), hindi mo na kailangan ng espesyal na sangkap upang mapasarap ang noodles, ang paniniwala ng iba na ito’y may espesyal na sangkap ay sapat na upang ito ay mapasarap. Kailangan mo lang maniwala.

Marahil hindi ko papanoorin ang pelikulang ito kung hindi dahil sa kadate ko, kaya naman nagpapasalamat ako sa kanya. Ngunit higit akong nagpapasalamat sa pelikula dahil nakasama ko sya.XD Kung may mali man sa pagkakaintindi ko sa pelikula ay dahil abala akong nagiisip kung paano magiging cool sa harap ng kadate.

Sa kabuuan, sadyang nakakaaliw ang pelikula. Kasiya-siyang pagmasdan ang mga fight scene at training ng panda, pati na ang pabalang nyang sagot sa mga kausap. Idagdag pa na naririnig mo ang tinig ng iyong kadate habang mahinhin syang tumatawa, Hay sarap!! XD

A B N K K B S N P L A K o

2009-01-03T18:50:00.000-08:00

A B N K K B S N P L A K o
ni Bob Ong

Unang librong isinulat ni Bob Ong, ang kinikilalang boses ng kabataan ngayon. Mula sa mga webpages ng internet sa pagsusulat ng mga astig na komentaryo sa mga maling ugaling pinoy ay nagawa nyang tumawid sa mga pahina ng aklat. Sa ganitong aspeto maaari nating sabihin na naiugnay nya ang makalumang libangan (aklat) sa modernong teknolohiya (internet).

Sa kanyang unang aklat ipinakilala nya sa atin ang kanyang tunay na sarili. Kwentong chalk – mga karanasan sa loob ng eskwela. Habang binabasa mo ang aklat, tinitiyak kong di mo maiwasang isipin ang sarili mong karanasan noong nagaaral ka. Kung sa pampublikong paaralan ka galing, malamang na mas hawig ang kwento mo sa binabasa mo. Isang obserbasyon: Habang nakikilala mo ang may akda, unti-unti mo ring kinikilala muli ang sarili mo. Gaano ka nab a kalayo ngayon sa batang kumakain ng nutribun tuwing recess, o sa mag-aaral na lagging may baong dahilan sa tuwing hinahanapan ng asaynment? Lumaki ka at tumanda. Sa pagitan ng mga taon, ano na ba ang natutunan mo? Minsan mo na ring naitanong yan sa sarili mo, pero sa pagdaan ng panahon ay maaaring kinalimutan mo nang sagutin, o naisip mong hindi naman yun mahalaga.

Pero heto ka ngayon hawak ang isang librong kanina lang ay pinapatawa ka. Nakakatawa ngang isipin, kung kelan natuyo na ang mga taghiyawat mo na nagpapaalala sa iyo sa lihim mong crush nung hayskul ay saka naman may nagtangkang magsulat tungkol dito.

Nabasa ko ang aklat na ito nang panahong nagrerebelde ako, pilit kong kinikilala ang sarili ko. Aminin ko man o hindi, natulungan ako ng libro para hindi tuluyang mapariwara. Nang mga panahong iyon, di k oman nasagot ang sarili kong tanong kung ano talaga ang gusto ko, nadiskubre ko naman kung ano ba ang ayaw ko. Ayaw kong biguin ang mga magulang ko. Maaaring mas matindi ang epekto sa akin ng aklat dahil parehong guro ang magulang ko.

Totoong alam ko ang hirap na inaranas ng mga guro sa araw araw na pakikipagbuno sa mga estudyante, pero noon lang sumagi sa isip ko na maaaring napapagod din sila. Dahil kahit minsan, hindi ko nakitang nagreklamo ang mga magulang ko sa propesyong pinasok nila. Inisip ko noon na bawat estudyante nila ay kakumpetensya ko atensyong maibibigay nila. Siguro nga. Pero dapt kong ipagmalaki na minsan, sa buhay ng mga estudante ay nagging parte ang mga magulang ko sa karunungang dala nila ngayon.

Di ko rin maiwasang ihambing ang karanasan ni Bob Ong sa nakatatanda kong kapatid. Honor student noong elementary, valedictorian noong hayskul, humakot sya ng napakaraming medalya na ngayon ay nakatago sa dalawang kahon ng sapatos (hindi kasya kung ididispley sa buong bahay). Pagtungtong niya ng kolehiyo marami ang nakakasigurado na ng tagumpay nya sa napiling larangan. Sa awa ng Diyos, nakapagtapos siya ng kolehiyo walong taon pagkagradweyt nya sa hayskul.

Hindi siya huminto sa pag-aaral, bawat semestre ay nagtutungo siya sa paaralan para mag-enrol. Anong nangyari? Malamang hindi niya kinaya ang presyur ng mga matang nakamatyag sa kanya. Kahit siguro sino sa atin, ayaw nating maikahon sa paniniwala ng ibang tao tungkol sa atin. Hindi sila ang akapagsasabi kung sino o ano ba talaga tayo bilang tao. Hindi dahil sa bobo ka ay wala kang pagasang umasenso, o sa kaso ng kuya ko, hindi dahil matalino ka ay magtatagumpay ka. Wala siyang naging bisyo, pero masasabi kong nawala siya sa huwisyo. Nagtagumpay siyang kumawala sa kahong inagsidlan sa kanya, para lamang biguin ang mga taong umaasa sa kanya. Hindi kami mayaman, kaya nakapanghihinayang ang perang nawaldas na ginugol sa loob ng mall at liwasan imbes na sa eskwelahan. Ngunit gaya ni Bob Ong, nahanap nya rin ang tamang landas at nalutas ang problemang siya rin ang may gawa.

Sabi nila, “we learn best from our mistakes”. Sa kaso ko, mas natuto ako sa pagkakamali ng iba. Hindi ko masisi ang kuya ko kung ginusto niyang kumawala sa kahon, ako man ay pilit na isinilid ng iba. Sa tuwing unang araw ng pasukan ay normal nang itanong sa akin, “kapatid mo yung valedictorian?” o “nanay mo yung math teacher dito?” na para bang kilala na nila ang buong pagkatao ko pag nasagot ko ang tanong nila.

Magandang malaman na hindi ka nagiisa sa pagharap sa hamon ng buhay, at ito ang ipinamulat sa akin ng berdeng libro. Ibang sitwasyon, pero parehong karanasan. Ang hirap na dinaranas mo ngayon ay napagdaanan na ng iba. Hindi ka nagiisa. Mabigo ka man, matututunan mong bumangon, alang alang sa sarili mo at sa sa mga taong nagtitiwala sa iyo.

“...hindi pala exam na may passing rate ang buhay. Hindi ito multiple choice, identification, true or false, enumeration o fill in the blanks na sinasagutan, kundi essay na isinusulat araw araw. Huhusgahan ito hindi base kung tama o mali ang sagot, kundi base kung may kabuluhan ang mga naisulat o wala. ALLOWED ANG ERASURES.”