So. This is not a good week (or semester). And nothing like bad luck or such should be blamed for my lack of accountability. Far greater than what I'd expected, I failed every single exam I took for the last two weeks. It made me cringe in more than a blasphemized funny sort of way. Ack. My life is miserable, and I don't know where to start fixing it.
Along with the surplus of academic failures, I haven't been performing well in my organizations. My book review reeked, which apparently, I thought to be a goody. Debate rounds gave me a spin of suspicious looks of why I'm suddenly turning into a horrendous speaker with more than ugly cases right before their very eyes. TWG hasn't called back, and I don't know why I've always counted them in. SDDS, well, I've been doing bad templates of letters due to my negligence of not putting our president as a signatory.
Imagine life. Life's not beautiful. It's supposed to be sublime. Fantastic. Ravishing. Not the Lizzie McGuire sort of idiotic, perky atmosphere. Just... Happy.
This weekend, I swear to work my ass and legs off to study for my last quizzes. I can't bear the thought of failing another subject, yet again. What about thesis? What about good ol' tourneys? What about EB responsibilities?
I'm yet to turn into a nobody.
And well, although others would find that just fine.
It won't work for me.
Never did.
Mavy = bound to do something great (atleast once in a while, *smirk*).
Friday, August 04, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Stalemate
Accounting for memories of damp July seasons, I realized nothing's stopping rain anytime soon. The good thing about it though, few people use electric fans and aircon units to add to the subzero ambiance within bedrooms and living rooms.
And due to the constant supension of classes, I've become an overgrown addict of Fish Tycoon.
There's this unidentified genre of rock music that's briskly trotting the music channels. Or, hrmm, that'd be you actually appreciating them and not switching to another channel. I labelled them as Disturbed Music. And, quite frantically, after sorting more than 700 MP3s in my files, I realized I have quite a hefty number of them. Try this semi-old song of Massive Attack named Teardrop.
A not-so-sudden uprise of game shows in ABS-CBN bewilders me in some way. Admittedly, I marvel the new format of Game KNB with all the diskarte chips and flamboyant set. I could be wondering just how many gowns are stocked inside Kris' wardrobe for her shows. A part of myself commented on the possible take of a surplus project for the distraught families in Lebanon. After all, she never does a second take.
***
Getting a promotion, and now part of the journal's Editorial Board (as Junior Managing Editor), my EIC told me last week that I needed to write my own column for the paper. I got a random blaze of topics running up and down my head.
I wanted to write about eloquence, politics, rain, good writers, books, and even take on the perspective of drawing indelible lines on sensitive issues. But the thing is, I was never good in common directions, my prose and poetry almost always bordered on the presence of nostalgia, incubus, death, schizophrenia and androgeny. There's nothing mainstream about the way I write. And columns and/or editorials, must communicate, must bridge a gap between the writer and the reader; it must be general, not vague and taunting.
Ack. Help. Tell me what to write.
And due to the constant supension of classes, I've become an overgrown addict of Fish Tycoon.
There's this unidentified genre of rock music that's briskly trotting the music channels. Or, hrmm, that'd be you actually appreciating them and not switching to another channel. I labelled them as Disturbed Music. And, quite frantically, after sorting more than 700 MP3s in my files, I realized I have quite a hefty number of them. Try this semi-old song of Massive Attack named Teardrop.
A not-so-sudden uprise of game shows in ABS-CBN bewilders me in some way. Admittedly, I marvel the new format of Game KNB with all the diskarte chips and flamboyant set. I could be wondering just how many gowns are stocked inside Kris' wardrobe for her shows. A part of myself commented on the possible take of a surplus project for the distraught families in Lebanon. After all, she never does a second take.
***
Getting a promotion, and now part of the journal's Editorial Board (as Junior Managing Editor), my EIC told me last week that I needed to write my own column for the paper. I got a random blaze of topics running up and down my head.
I wanted to write about eloquence, politics, rain, good writers, books, and even take on the perspective of drawing indelible lines on sensitive issues. But the thing is, I was never good in common directions, my prose and poetry almost always bordered on the presence of nostalgia, incubus, death, schizophrenia and androgeny. There's nothing mainstream about the way I write. And columns and/or editorials, must communicate, must bridge a gap between the writer and the reader; it must be general, not vague and taunting.
Ack. Help. Tell me what to write.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Adorable Misrepresentations
Most unfortunately, the persistent Glenda blew us away. Classes are suspended, but along with the inconvenience comes the joyous anecdote of a reassembled DSL connection.
I get to listen to more music now that Jom's MP3s are ripped into my own files. Also, along with around 400 new songs was an uninvited virus. It's a good deal I learned how to do that hidden file technique, if not for that, I wouldn't have known that there was an unearthly bug lounging around my files.
Suspensions serve as my only free days. For three consecutive weekends. I have been presupposing myself in the enjoyment of my organizations' general assemblies, debate trainings and newbie lessons. I ran through my Organic Chemistry Laboratory formal report breezier than the current typhoon.
It's a good thing I finished the features article for the journal last Friday night. I had the worst first time. Paradoxically, first times are supposed to be fun and knowledgeable, not dry and embarrassing. When we got to Makati to do the interview, things started screwing up on their own. Add to the fact that hrmm, feeling of being so unprepared (pictures of pending fish eggs in Fish Tycoon in brain) and wasted over imminent academic demands. I had to manically revamp my dignity in the course of writing the article. Terrible.
There's this quite unpopular emo band, I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, not that they're ostracized or anything. They're a good description of an easy love. Try listening to some of their songs over the drugged download softwares. Piracy won't hurt.
I get to listen to more music now that Jom's MP3s are ripped into my own files. Also, along with around 400 new songs was an uninvited virus. It's a good deal I learned how to do that hidden file technique, if not for that, I wouldn't have known that there was an unearthly bug lounging around my files.
Suspensions serve as my only free days. For three consecutive weekends. I have been presupposing myself in the enjoyment of my organizations' general assemblies, debate trainings and newbie lessons. I ran through my Organic Chemistry Laboratory formal report breezier than the current typhoon.
It's a good thing I finished the features article for the journal last Friday night. I had the worst first time. Paradoxically, first times are supposed to be fun and knowledgeable, not dry and embarrassing. When we got to Makati to do the interview, things started screwing up on their own. Add to the fact that hrmm, feeling of being so unprepared (pictures of pending fish eggs in Fish Tycoon in brain) and wasted over imminent academic demands. I had to manically revamp my dignity in the course of writing the article. Terrible.
There's this quite unpopular emo band, I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, not that they're ostracized or anything. They're a good description of an easy love. Try listening to some of their songs over the drugged download softwares. Piracy won't hurt.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Seasonal Writing
I've always had this temporal fear of having a failure to un-attach over things I've deeply, and unwantingly directed myself unto. It's almost two weeks since that last talk with the school registrar, and mind you, my life never got any more fascinating since then.
I've always known problems to be a simple pushover, for you to start doing things you don't regularly do. Apparently, I've proven myself wrong in that ideal.
I've been unintentionally losing weight due to stress and the unsubdued woralcoholicism. I'm having fun in the journal, and life in TDC's never been so warm.
Rain, as usual, is still malevolently dashing round and about the whole country, but this is my season. And I'd just have to say, I love it!
I've had two hours of sleep last night due to a triple examination feast (yet again) with my Wednesday major subjects (by the way, this is me writing in another date), and life's never been any loftier than an Absinthe Party within the walls of my Chemistry Laboratory class. Of course I wouldn't mean that literally. I meant my pseudo-experiment on possible drug addiction on Caffeine precipitates heated on foil (addict: yum yum). If only theses can be as curiosity-bending and, outwardly, more experimental in every sense.
I think people are starting to lose interest in reading this blog. And I, quite uncaringly, am just unmoved about all of it. I'm yet to open a new blog in Livejournal. Since bloggers are writers and writers need to grow and explore other venues, I'll be taking that step.
I told Rizza the other day that it kills me as an artist that I couldn't fully express myself in my chosen course. My major subjects limit my capabilities and knowledge in the international scene, in the legal mandate and in the literary portrait. It's intoxicating, believe me. But on direly cultivated and challenging moments, I've realized that in life, it's all a toss of choices. If you want it, work for it. There's no simpler way.
Luck's as temperamental as the change of seasons.
It's all a deal with it, or prefer dying.
I've always known problems to be a simple pushover, for you to start doing things you don't regularly do. Apparently, I've proven myself wrong in that ideal.
I've been unintentionally losing weight due to stress and the unsubdued woralcoholicism. I'm having fun in the journal, and life in TDC's never been so warm.
Rain, as usual, is still malevolently dashing round and about the whole country, but this is my season. And I'd just have to say, I love it!
I've had two hours of sleep last night due to a triple examination feast (yet again) with my Wednesday major subjects (by the way, this is me writing in another date), and life's never been any loftier than an Absinthe Party within the walls of my Chemistry Laboratory class. Of course I wouldn't mean that literally. I meant my pseudo-experiment on possible drug addiction on Caffeine precipitates heated on foil (addict: yum yum). If only theses can be as curiosity-bending and, outwardly, more experimental in every sense.
I think people are starting to lose interest in reading this blog. And I, quite uncaringly, am just unmoved about all of it. I'm yet to open a new blog in Livejournal. Since bloggers are writers and writers need to grow and explore other venues, I'll be taking that step.
I told Rizza the other day that it kills me as an artist that I couldn't fully express myself in my chosen course. My major subjects limit my capabilities and knowledge in the international scene, in the legal mandate and in the literary portrait. It's intoxicating, believe me. But on direly cultivated and challenging moments, I've realized that in life, it's all a toss of choices. If you want it, work for it. There's no simpler way.
Luck's as temperamental as the change of seasons.
It's all a deal with it, or prefer dying.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Coloquial Terms
Nothing special. Just a day topped with a cherry spelled with much difficulty, for me to continue living a normal life. Maybe a special day requires an extraordinary feat involving a serious mishap that will make you think -- think too strongly on your feet.
On holidays and, well, obscure occasions, I usually have a random feast of highlighting particular events. Say today, I got a phonecall from one of the admin people telling me that I need to bicker a few people for money. Ermm, no need to expound on that.
It always rains on my birthday, and due to that incessant shifting of weather, I've become accustomed to the blistery atmosphere that severely channels goosebumps on my skin. Bluntly said, rain has gradually become my aftershock.
***
It's lonely to stay home alone, but it's much lonelier to eat outside with only yourself to marvel on viands and rice. Not that you envy the people uncontrollably expressing diversions of PDA, but there's this stark recognition of a hardly swallowed food inside your throat. There's this unwanted lump of solitude and despair, unfulfillingly accustomed by the absence of a supposed, lounging within the walls of your mind.
I contemplate on the sound of predominant pre-assessment every now and then.
It's more than weird, really. It's insane.
Absolutely.
On holidays and, well, obscure occasions, I usually have a random feast of highlighting particular events. Say today, I got a phonecall from one of the admin people telling me that I need to bicker a few people for money. Ermm, no need to expound on that.
It always rains on my birthday, and due to that incessant shifting of weather, I've become accustomed to the blistery atmosphere that severely channels goosebumps on my skin. Bluntly said, rain has gradually become my aftershock.
***
It's lonely to stay home alone, but it's much lonelier to eat outside with only yourself to marvel on viands and rice. Not that you envy the people uncontrollably expressing diversions of PDA, but there's this stark recognition of a hardly swallowed food inside your throat. There's this unwanted lump of solitude and despair, unfulfillingly accustomed by the absence of a supposed, lounging within the walls of your mind.
I contemplate on the sound of predominant pre-assessment every now and then.
It's more than weird, really. It's insane.
Absolutely.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
First of Rain
Because there's nothing better than drowning your ears in music.
It's July, and I need not elaborate on my feeble attempts to revive my enthusiasm for posting in my blog. Not that I'm starting to forget about it, ermm, not having a computer almost equates to expedient mortality for me.
Tomorrow, my biological age shifts into full gear. Yes, I'm turning 19 in a lopsided point of view.
I'm sick. I'm jaded. And I'm failing...
I just finished taking up my first exam for this semester (Invertebrate Zoology), and must I emphasize that I have two other quizzes waiting on queue while I'm typing this note? I could hardly put my mind together while answering my first test. My mind seemed like an underemployed civilian of a thriving society. Yes.
I mumbled at my being similar to a pen running out of ink. The questions hardly registered inside my brain (or maybe it's just me, thinking I have one). Of course, there was that detracted hint of a lost identification card flying above my head, yet I couldn't make up a single word to replace my forgotten knowledge.
I'm hating this day.
***
There are numerous reasons why bad luck exists. Take for example a pending good karma waiting to end your day with a bang. My Histology test also went down the drain, but thanks to my future thesismate, Pao, I got a passable mark.
Zoology Laboratory was less tormenting, or maybe due to the awesome cloud of release and joy breaking through the latter part of the afternoon.
I stained my skirt more than awfully and managed to command Pecto to wash the blotch off.
The scenario ended with Mavy in a yellow skirt.
It's July, and I need not elaborate on my feeble attempts to revive my enthusiasm for posting in my blog. Not that I'm starting to forget about it, ermm, not having a computer almost equates to expedient mortality for me.
Tomorrow, my biological age shifts into full gear. Yes, I'm turning 19 in a lopsided point of view.
I'm sick. I'm jaded. And I'm failing...
I just finished taking up my first exam for this semester (Invertebrate Zoology), and must I emphasize that I have two other quizzes waiting on queue while I'm typing this note? I could hardly put my mind together while answering my first test. My mind seemed like an underemployed civilian of a thriving society. Yes.
I mumbled at my being similar to a pen running out of ink. The questions hardly registered inside my brain (or maybe it's just me, thinking I have one). Of course, there was that detracted hint of a lost identification card flying above my head, yet I couldn't make up a single word to replace my forgotten knowledge.
I'm hating this day.
***
There are numerous reasons why bad luck exists. Take for example a pending good karma waiting to end your day with a bang. My Histology test also went down the drain, but thanks to my future thesismate, Pao, I got a passable mark.
Zoology Laboratory was less tormenting, or maybe due to the awesome cloud of release and joy breaking through the latter part of the afternoon.
I stained my skirt more than awfully and managed to command Pecto to wash the blotch off.
The scenario ended with Mavy in a yellow skirt.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Stalking New Writers
Angelo Suarez and Patrick Rosal.
and instantly you want her,
knowing well enough
there isn't any difference really:
that she is you and you are her
as both of you are everyone else,
waiting only to love yourselves
because there is no one else to love.
by Angelo V. Suarez "Everyw(her)e"
***
I haven't posted any word for more than two weeks.
My mind's rotten, and not because I haven't been writing, but because I have lately been succeeding in my attempts to die a slow, painful death due to workalcoholicism -- or whatever that's called.
Last June 11-13, I was in Antipolo to attend a Team-Building Activity / Writing Seminar Series with my College of Science Journal family.
I got to meet Lourd de Veyra, Radioactive Sago Project's frontman and Bernice Roldan, a short story writer from UP. Somehow, it made me think I have been writing nothing but crap ever since I gave in to more than shallow pursuits of defining puppy love (yup, and even through coffee themes). I found out there's a bigger circle of profound Filipino literati's than what Kat and I thought to have been extinct for a long time now.
It wasn't really the usual feeling of being "burned out" that haunted me during those two nights, but the massive attack of a growing wisdom tooth, making me want to get all my teeth jammed in the brink of closing elevator doors.
It was terrible. I couldn't even swallow my own spit.
***
First day of school was a so-so. Not to mention the random guy-hunting a fellow staffer and I did to frustratingly devour ourselves in the presence of fresh and young blood in the college.
Our very unfortunate section got hooked up with terror professors for this semester. Even computer class gave us no room to breathe.
But I love the ire of professors, because it makes me criticize and watch them more if they're really brilliant or just plain for show.
***
Recruitment week (university-wide) was fun. Besides engaging myself to exploring the uninteresting field of sales-talking, I was able to persuade quite a good number of people to join TDC.
I'm loving every bit of my extra-curricular life. And that, not actualizing the big brown monster I saw in the doorsteps of my college building last week.
***
Saved the best for last. I got awfully drunk last Friday at Kuya Mok's pad (Kuya Iggy's birthday).
I drank a glass of Margarita, 8 shots of Tequila and 6 glasses of Baileys and topped it off with a sudden snooze on the couch. I vomitted all over the place.
Ugh.
But I had loads of fun. Even though some part of my hair's still smelling of puke right now.
Thanks for the patience everyone.
and instantly you want her,
knowing well enough
there isn't any difference really:
that she is you and you are her
as both of you are everyone else,
waiting only to love yourselves
because there is no one else to love.
by Angelo V. Suarez "Everyw(her)e"
***
I haven't posted any word for more than two weeks.
My mind's rotten, and not because I haven't been writing, but because I have lately been succeeding in my attempts to die a slow, painful death due to workalcoholicism -- or whatever that's called.
Last June 11-13, I was in Antipolo to attend a Team-Building Activity / Writing Seminar Series with my College of Science Journal family.
I got to meet Lourd de Veyra, Radioactive Sago Project's frontman and Bernice Roldan, a short story writer from UP. Somehow, it made me think I have been writing nothing but crap ever since I gave in to more than shallow pursuits of defining puppy love (yup, and even through coffee themes). I found out there's a bigger circle of profound Filipino literati's than what Kat and I thought to have been extinct for a long time now.
It wasn't really the usual feeling of being "burned out" that haunted me during those two nights, but the massive attack of a growing wisdom tooth, making me want to get all my teeth jammed in the brink of closing elevator doors.
It was terrible. I couldn't even swallow my own spit.
***
First day of school was a so-so. Not to mention the random guy-hunting a fellow staffer and I did to frustratingly devour ourselves in the presence of fresh and young blood in the college.
Our very unfortunate section got hooked up with terror professors for this semester. Even computer class gave us no room to breathe.
But I love the ire of professors, because it makes me criticize and watch them more if they're really brilliant or just plain for show.
***
Recruitment week (university-wide) was fun. Besides engaging myself to exploring the uninteresting field of sales-talking, I was able to persuade quite a good number of people to join TDC.
I'm loving every bit of my extra-curricular life. And that, not actualizing the big brown monster I saw in the doorsteps of my college building last week.
***
Saved the best for last. I got awfully drunk last Friday at Kuya Mok's pad (Kuya Iggy's birthday).
I drank a glass of Margarita, 8 shots of Tequila and 6 glasses of Baileys and topped it off with a sudden snooze on the couch. I vomitted all over the place.
Ugh.
But I had loads of fun. Even though some part of my hair's still smelling of puke right now.
Thanks for the patience everyone.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Influence in my Ears
Religious: I Want to Fall in Love with You by Jars of Clay. Hah!
So. While reading this reaction-stirring post by a co-debater in another society, I could hardly swallow the inevitable verity that people (especially debaters) can, by a hair's breadth, be persuaded when they've already decided to close their minds before you can even tell them what you think. More importantly, how the principle actually does work.
And well, there are always those people gauging wind and spitting fire under anonymity. Tsktsk. Must not do that.
Suggestion: if you're an abysmal coward, and nothing more, do not use proper names. Stick to pronouns or common terms then; but do declare your identity.
***
Hmm, so the meeting didn't have those bloodcurdling moments since most of the people who came were the ones who didn't really need much of the reprimanding.
I got assigned to organize the outreach program for December, something that heavily required me to ask help from my previous CWTS facilitator. We're looking for a GK site, preferably in the province. Err...
Don't ask.
***
The playlist:
So. While reading this reaction-stirring post by a co-debater in another society, I could hardly swallow the inevitable verity that people (especially debaters) can, by a hair's breadth, be persuaded when they've already decided to close their minds before you can even tell them what you think. More importantly, how the principle actually does work.
And well, there are always those people gauging wind and spitting fire under anonymity. Tsktsk. Must not do that.
Suggestion: if you're an abysmal coward, and nothing more, do not use proper names. Stick to pronouns or common terms then; but do declare your identity.
***
Hmm, so the meeting didn't have those bloodcurdling moments since most of the people who came were the ones who didn't really need much of the reprimanding.
I got assigned to organize the outreach program for December, something that heavily required me to ask help from my previous CWTS facilitator. We're looking for a GK site, preferably in the province. Err...
Don't ask.
***
The playlist:
Friday, June 09, 2006
Record-breaking
I hate record stores here in the Philippines.
Not only do they have incomplete labels and albums in their inventory, but they rarely ship in good music.
Take for example this awesome compilation of Emo Rock songs, Punk Goes Acoustic, which I'm dying to get my hands on right now. Yes, count that in my birthday wishlist (...and this is an old, old collection by the way. Have been rummaging through stores for this for almost a year).
Unerringly why you cannot blame the countless individuals who patronize download softwares in the Internet. Because the idea of good music is not about authenticity, it's all about veracity.
***
This is one of those hellish, perturbed days I completely loathe.
Needing money to pay our Meralco bill, I had to scavenge for big money bills from my debate orgmates in Science. And well, sweetly, they didn't think twice of helping me out (yes, me and my innate for-charity-program self).
For someone being unfashionably late in a general meeting, I couldn't get any more moved by their gestures of generosity.
Then again, third year... here I come!
***
I'm currently feeling a bit giddy and scared because the seniors are about to throw a fit tomorrow to all those (including me) who weren't able to attend the NYC Oregon-Oxford Debate. I no longer feel confident that my purportedly valid excuse would pass right under their nose. But I did have work to do. And if I had the time, I would be there.
Ack. Wish us luck tomorrow. We'll all be getting immense scolding.
***
I swore not to be mean anymore to people who never learn from what I say about them.
So I'll keep my mouth shut.
Not only do they have incomplete labels and albums in their inventory, but they rarely ship in good music.
Take for example this awesome compilation of Emo Rock songs, Punk Goes Acoustic, which I'm dying to get my hands on right now. Yes, count that in my birthday wishlist (...and this is an old, old collection by the way. Have been rummaging through stores for this for almost a year).
Unerringly why you cannot blame the countless individuals who patronize download softwares in the Internet. Because the idea of good music is not about authenticity, it's all about veracity.
***
This is one of those hellish, perturbed days I completely loathe.
Needing money to pay our Meralco bill, I had to scavenge for big money bills from my debate orgmates in Science. And well, sweetly, they didn't think twice of helping me out (yes, me and my innate for-charity-program self).
For someone being unfashionably late in a general meeting, I couldn't get any more moved by their gestures of generosity.
Then again, third year... here I come!
***
I'm currently feeling a bit giddy and scared because the seniors are about to throw a fit tomorrow to all those (including me) who weren't able to attend the NYC Oregon-Oxford Debate. I no longer feel confident that my purportedly valid excuse would pass right under their nose. But I did have work to do. And if I had the time, I would be there.
Ack. Wish us luck tomorrow. We'll all be getting immense scolding.
***
I swore not to be mean anymore to people who never learn from what I say about them.
So I'll keep my mouth shut.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Under the Reggae Moon
Queer.
In just one day, your life instantaneously picks up the pieces that have supposedly fallen apart for long seconds now.
It pays to trust God with all your heart. (That He will never let you down for as long as you believe in Him.)
Now my only problem is how to defer the contract I recently signed.
And, that I had to ask a big, big favor from one of my dearest friends even if half of myself wanted to pull back and crash on its own.
Quite funny how I almost wanted to demolish my own life, if not close to literally, atleast give up my worthy aspirations.
But there's always hope. No matter how much you spite its cheesy and faulty realism. You've got to learn to cling to it, one way or another.
It's the only sweet peril of life.
***
Reggae is my music.
I have been shutting myself up with on-repeat playlists of reggae music (e.g. Island Riddims, 50 First Dates OST, Brownman Revival and Bob Marley).
I went to UST earlier to fix the letters and papers for our AUDC reimbursement. It appears we're still going to get it in a week or two from now, making me arrive at a rash decision to inexorably bicker someone else for the money. Or, well, something like that.
Kat came over to my house so we could scan the previous letters (supposedly for subsidy) and reproduce it into a refund note. Our office is very nitpicky on money requests because of a recent issue I scooped up, of the CSSC using the orgs' budget for the Leadership Training and Planning Seminar (LTPS) and successfully wasting every single penny.
And don't make me start on better planning skills (because our EB had a better take on organizing a larger and more educational TBA/writing seminar).
So what can I say about these theoretically existent "leaders" of our college?
They should learn how to move up their asses the right way!
(excess: If you try to recount the votes they garnered last election, they didn't even reach 51%.)
Anyway, so I have to deal with a lot of important stuff tomorrow:
There's this NBI clearance, tuition money, AUDC "refund", medical exam and Science Debate meeting. Well, it is about time. ^_^
What to say, there's always a rainbow after the rain (and not there's a rainbow always after the rain, as what some stupid song puts it!).
I love it! Life's back to normal.
In just one day, your life instantaneously picks up the pieces that have supposedly fallen apart for long seconds now.
It pays to trust God with all your heart. (That He will never let you down for as long as you believe in Him.)
Now my only problem is how to defer the contract I recently signed.
And, that I had to ask a big, big favor from one of my dearest friends even if half of myself wanted to pull back and crash on its own.
Quite funny how I almost wanted to demolish my own life, if not close to literally, atleast give up my worthy aspirations.
But there's always hope. No matter how much you spite its cheesy and faulty realism. You've got to learn to cling to it, one way or another.
It's the only sweet peril of life.
***
Reggae is my music.
I have been shutting myself up with on-repeat playlists of reggae music (e.g. Island Riddims, 50 First Dates OST, Brownman Revival and Bob Marley).
I went to UST earlier to fix the letters and papers for our AUDC reimbursement. It appears we're still going to get it in a week or two from now, making me arrive at a rash decision to inexorably bicker someone else for the money. Or, well, something like that.
Kat came over to my house so we could scan the previous letters (supposedly for subsidy) and reproduce it into a refund note. Our office is very nitpicky on money requests because of a recent issue I scooped up, of the CSSC using the orgs' budget for the Leadership Training and Planning Seminar (LTPS) and successfully wasting every single penny.
And don't make me start on better planning skills (because our EB had a better take on organizing a larger and more educational TBA/writing seminar).
So what can I say about these theoretically existent "leaders" of our college?
They should learn how to move up their asses the right way!
(excess: If you try to recount the votes they garnered last election, they didn't even reach 51%.)
Anyway, so I have to deal with a lot of important stuff tomorrow:
There's this NBI clearance, tuition money, AUDC "refund", medical exam and Science Debate meeting. Well, it is about time. ^_^
What to say, there's always a rainbow after the rain (and not there's a rainbow always after the rain, as what some stupid song puts it!).
I love it! Life's back to normal.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Where Faces Fall Apart
I got through Convergys. (",)
Still, I must be the saddest person on earth this minute.
If I believe.
***
People want and need different things to make them continue breathing. It's a fact almost as fascinating as the previous existence of Barter.
Some would trade oxygen for books, food for letters, money for dreams.
Unfortunately though, it's not anything like a 7-11 store: open 24 hours a day, counting weekends, holidays and nights when everyone is huddled inside thick blankets.
But, damn it. If only that were true.
At this moment, I'm willing to barter my soul if only to continue being in school; to keep on writing in the imperfectly laid out pages of the journal and to remain speaking in front of a podium, even if watched by only a handful of naive apprentices.
You seldom find people with chock-full contentment. You rarely become one.
And I'm scared to know why I've reached living a worthless life.
Maybe, it is a long walk to forever as what I heard when I turned thirteen.
Or perchance, there are just things that are hard to demarcate from the imaginative.
***
Thank you.
Still, I must be the saddest person on earth this minute.
If I believe.
***
People want and need different things to make them continue breathing. It's a fact almost as fascinating as the previous existence of Barter.Some would trade oxygen for books, food for letters, money for dreams.
Unfortunately though, it's not anything like a 7-11 store: open 24 hours a day, counting weekends, holidays and nights when everyone is huddled inside thick blankets.
But, damn it. If only that were true.
At this moment, I'm willing to barter my soul if only to continue being in school; to keep on writing in the imperfectly laid out pages of the journal and to remain speaking in front of a podium, even if watched by only a handful of naive apprentices.
You seldom find people with chock-full contentment. You rarely become one.
And I'm scared to know why I've reached living a worthless life.
Maybe, it is a long walk to forever as what I heard when I turned thirteen.
Or perchance, there are just things that are hard to demarcate from the imaginative.
***
Thank you.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
It's Raining Bullfrogs and Caterpillars (also PC Murder)
Okay. I'm officially about to murder my computer for its lack of cooperation and for ruining my longest blog entry yet! It just restarted... again (and by that I mean it's the third time I've written this post!).
But since I have no damn choice, I would have to write everything from scrap and wishfully pretend that I am indeed gifted of a good memory.
***
On Monday, 9pm I'll be having my final final interview for a fulltime post in Convergys. They have these crazy shifts for applicant interviews, and even for exams. Last night, after finishing a 4-hour test of Call Simulation and E-Skills, my eyes were starting to see double figures whenever I look at the TV screen and/or the computer monitor.
Since for the past two years or so I have been contenting myself with Nescafe 3-in-1 coffee sachets (and sometimes even unsatisfactory vendo coffee), I was staggered to find out that a short Americano cup now costs 80 bucks in Starbucks. I had a 110-peso lunch in Jollibee yesterday afternoon and decided to enjoy myself with a cup of coffee and a few crumpled spreads of newspaper in an unfashioned bank building (still in Ayala) with a small branch of Starbucks in its ground floor. I was waiting for a call from Convergys, whether or not they're still going to allow me to change my application into a fulltime post. I left the place with a measly 20-peso bill left in my purse and with a couple of grumblings here and there.
On the more enlightening side, I was able to write a few lines while lounging in the place. Here's what's written on the worn-out tissue paper:
This will be me ten years from now:
Butt stuck on wooden chair, coffee cup in one hand and blog pen in the other.
Still a caffeine addict and a dilemma-prone biatch.
I sit here, looking at those people who seem to have a life of their own; a life as parallel miserable as mine. Some satisfy themselves with fetishes of simulated rape a.k.a. porn, but never wanting to be pedophiliacs. Others are mere window onlookers and without a purpose to continue living. So who am I form this brady bunch?
None.
I'll be in front of a podium, debating.
Dullness. Quite figuring of a better way to make use of my time, I went to People Support and thought of also giving its CSR fulltime post a try. While I was waiting for the application test (which was scheduled to begin on 1:30 and started around 3pm instead) to start, I got a call from Convergys, asking me if I can make it to a 3pm exam. I gladly agreed thinking that People Support was a supposed work-ethics-major type of company and Convergys was just right across its building. Unfortunately, I seemed to have gotten my hopes up too much because I ended up running to a sari-sari store right across People Support to call the HR hotline of Convergys to reschedule my exam. I lied about getting robbed (got this from Kat) and needing to go home and get money. Thankfully, she responded quite friendly about the issue and told me to come back at 5pm that day.
I hastily answered the application test for People Support since it was mostly on English comprehension, vocabulary and grammar. I skipped the practice exam for typing, thinking that it was optional (and since I started later than the others because I didn't have my application number with me; the administrator was a humbug type of person) and due to that careless decision, I failed.
The consolation prize was a handout for English enhancement and SVA's.
Really. I so needed that.
Getting downhearted after failing an English test for the first time in my life, I swore to take the Convergys exam as carefully as I can -- even if it'll take me a day to finish the entire thing. Truth be told, I exited the building around 10pm that night with cold feet and shapeless eyes staring across the Ayala Avenue, completely deserted of public vehicles.
Intermission: I saw this cute, cute guy in Convergys a la Yael of Spongecola. I figured he's an HR there, all the more reason why I must get in. After a while of interviewing a couple of applicants, he had to leave the reception area (where I was staying) to go to another floor for I don't know what. Completely not thinking about him, I went into the front desk and asked for the directions to the CR. They have this weird building architecture so that they're nearest CR is situated in the 3rd floor. Lucky for me, after getting lost for five minutes, I found the place near the end of some steep hallway. On my way back, I ran across the guy in the same elevator. So, to make the long, tiring and worthless story short: we had a 5-second moment alone.
And not like we talked or anything, that was just it.
***
I had a meeting with the SDDS members this morning. It wasn't at all like the usual light and bubbly atmosphere I've always experienced with them. Well, that's what happens if some people think so inferior about themselves whenever someone else steps up (and not like it's our fault for being chosen). Ugh, try thinking more maturely, will you? Talk about insecurity.
I just watched the last episode of The OC Season 3. And can I just say that it reeked?
Spoiler alert: Someone died.
But since I have no damn choice, I would have to write everything from scrap and wishfully pretend that I am indeed gifted of a good memory.
***
On Monday, 9pm I'll be having my final final interview for a fulltime post in Convergys. They have these crazy shifts for applicant interviews, and even for exams. Last night, after finishing a 4-hour test of Call Simulation and E-Skills, my eyes were starting to see double figures whenever I look at the TV screen and/or the computer monitor.
Since for the past two years or so I have been contenting myself with Nescafe 3-in-1 coffee sachets (and sometimes even unsatisfactory vendo coffee), I was staggered to find out that a short Americano cup now costs 80 bucks in Starbucks. I had a 110-peso lunch in Jollibee yesterday afternoon and decided to enjoy myself with a cup of coffee and a few crumpled spreads of newspaper in an unfashioned bank building (still in Ayala) with a small branch of Starbucks in its ground floor. I was waiting for a call from Convergys, whether or not they're still going to allow me to change my application into a fulltime post. I left the place with a measly 20-peso bill left in my purse and with a couple of grumblings here and there.
On the more enlightening side, I was able to write a few lines while lounging in the place. Here's what's written on the worn-out tissue paper:
This will be me ten years from now:
Butt stuck on wooden chair, coffee cup in one hand and blog pen in the other.
Still a caffeine addict and a dilemma-prone biatch.
I sit here, looking at those people who seem to have a life of their own; a life as parallel miserable as mine. Some satisfy themselves with fetishes of simulated rape a.k.a. porn, but never wanting to be pedophiliacs. Others are mere window onlookers and without a purpose to continue living. So who am I form this brady bunch?
None.
I'll be in front of a podium, debating.
Dullness. Quite figuring of a better way to make use of my time, I went to People Support and thought of also giving its CSR fulltime post a try. While I was waiting for the application test (which was scheduled to begin on 1:30 and started around 3pm instead) to start, I got a call from Convergys, asking me if I can make it to a 3pm exam. I gladly agreed thinking that People Support was a supposed work-ethics-major type of company and Convergys was just right across its building. Unfortunately, I seemed to have gotten my hopes up too much because I ended up running to a sari-sari store right across People Support to call the HR hotline of Convergys to reschedule my exam. I lied about getting robbed (got this from Kat) and needing to go home and get money. Thankfully, she responded quite friendly about the issue and told me to come back at 5pm that day.
I hastily answered the application test for People Support since it was mostly on English comprehension, vocabulary and grammar. I skipped the practice exam for typing, thinking that it was optional (and since I started later than the others because I didn't have my application number with me; the administrator was a humbug type of person) and due to that careless decision, I failed.
The consolation prize was a handout for English enhancement and SVA's.
Really. I so needed that.
Getting downhearted after failing an English test for the first time in my life, I swore to take the Convergys exam as carefully as I can -- even if it'll take me a day to finish the entire thing. Truth be told, I exited the building around 10pm that night with cold feet and shapeless eyes staring across the Ayala Avenue, completely deserted of public vehicles.
Intermission: I saw this cute, cute guy in Convergys a la Yael of Spongecola. I figured he's an HR there, all the more reason why I must get in. After a while of interviewing a couple of applicants, he had to leave the reception area (where I was staying) to go to another floor for I don't know what. Completely not thinking about him, I went into the front desk and asked for the directions to the CR. They have this weird building architecture so that they're nearest CR is situated in the 3rd floor. Lucky for me, after getting lost for five minutes, I found the place near the end of some steep hallway. On my way back, I ran across the guy in the same elevator. So, to make the long, tiring and worthless story short: we had a 5-second moment alone.
And not like we talked or anything, that was just it.
***
I had a meeting with the SDDS members this morning. It wasn't at all like the usual light and bubbly atmosphere I've always experienced with them. Well, that's what happens if some people think so inferior about themselves whenever someone else steps up (and not like it's our fault for being chosen). Ugh, try thinking more maturely, will you? Talk about insecurity.
I just watched the last episode of The OC Season 3. And can I just say that it reeked?
Spoiler alert: Someone died.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Non-Sensationalism
I'm dreadfully bored, due to a non-academic and eventless day. I've been lying in bed for almost 12 hours to kill time. I've watched 2 mind-numbing movies, the whole series of America's Next Top Model Cycle 5, and have only paused for peanut breaks (that's me, munching on my grandfather's stocked peanuts).
Imagine how much worse my life could possibly get if I do not get enrolled this sem. There's only a 5% chance that I'd still be seeing my blockmates this June. Otherwise, I'd have to prepare my farewell to debate, to the journal and to the only sensible space in my life.
Yes, I gotta love the drama right now. I am listening to Utada Hikaru's Final Distance by the way, and to Weiss Kruz' anime soundtrack.
***
I was thinking of making another blog -- either another one here in Blogger for my poems and prose, or in LJ to formally move my posts there. But. I've gradually learned to love my template and moderation here. Maybe I'll just content myself without any friends (online) to share my idiosyncratic remarks.
Yesterday, I had a conversation through text with one of my closest friends in UST. She just broke up with her boyfriend and has plans of studying in her province instead. See where love can mislead you sometimes. But I talked her into giving the idea more thought, since, after all, her problem is not really much of a pain considering what I'm going through right now.
And I must be horifically anesthetized about everything since I still find reasons to smile once in a while and think about the good stuff that I still have with me. Hrmm, like a few scratches of my debate notes from AUDC and my undelivered poems for CSJ's next ish.
You just have to believe sometimes, that God never puts you into a position He knows you wouldn't be able to handle or, for the lack of a better term, come out alive from.
Atleast, I'm here and I've got the air in my lungs (got that from Titanic).
But soon enough, I know that if I do not get this chance, I would soon become a social deviant and would have to live in a drab and desolate life afterwards. Just because I'm no longer the same kind of person I came in the institution before.
And well, that would mostly be the sucky part of everything else.
This is me thinking why I've always thought I was a pessimist.
Now that stupid hope is 80% of what makes me continue to move on.
Imagine how much worse my life could possibly get if I do not get enrolled this sem. There's only a 5% chance that I'd still be seeing my blockmates this June. Otherwise, I'd have to prepare my farewell to debate, to the journal and to the only sensible space in my life.
Yes, I gotta love the drama right now. I am listening to Utada Hikaru's Final Distance by the way, and to Weiss Kruz' anime soundtrack.
***
I was thinking of making another blog -- either another one here in Blogger for my poems and prose, or in LJ to formally move my posts there. But. I've gradually learned to love my template and moderation here. Maybe I'll just content myself without any friends (online) to share my idiosyncratic remarks.
Yesterday, I had a conversation through text with one of my closest friends in UST. She just broke up with her boyfriend and has plans of studying in her province instead. See where love can mislead you sometimes. But I talked her into giving the idea more thought, since, after all, her problem is not really much of a pain considering what I'm going through right now.
And I must be horifically anesthetized about everything since I still find reasons to smile once in a while and think about the good stuff that I still have with me. Hrmm, like a few scratches of my debate notes from AUDC and my undelivered poems for CSJ's next ish.
You just have to believe sometimes, that God never puts you into a position He knows you wouldn't be able to handle or, for the lack of a better term, come out alive from.
Atleast, I'm here and I've got the air in my lungs (got that from Titanic).
But soon enough, I know that if I do not get this chance, I would soon become a social deviant and would have to live in a drab and desolate life afterwards. Just because I'm no longer the same kind of person I came in the institution before.
And well, that would mostly be the sucky part of everything else.
This is me thinking why I've always thought I was a pessimist.
Now that stupid hope is 80% of what makes me continue to move on.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Obscure Life
I believe God has a different approach to playing pranks or throwing jokes on people.
I just proved that today.
I went to school to check on my scholarship application and soon found out (after an hour of waiting for them to return from their lunchbreak) that I wasn't eligible for the benefits. Just because. Yes, I am an irregular student, and never mind the neon-colored no deficiencies-slash-back-subjects attached to my introduction.
I was thinking aloud in my head about how tedious it was for me to stand in front of the mirror the whole morning just trying on different non-goth clothes to make me look the least bit normal and scholarly (or that I'm in need of awesome financial support). Really.
The two peppy girls in the front desk started babbling about how I still have to enroll myself and with my own money (they're not getting the penniless issue, see) so I can hand them a copy of my registration form and how I'm supposed to pass a series of interviews (like I've never gone through this; i.e. see yesterday's post) before being handed over the support.
I wanted to scream at them. Something like: Don't you friggin' get the issue here?!? Or do you need me to spell it out for you?
But hey, I didn't want to get an automatic leave without filing for a proper LOA.
So, just a couple of minutes ago, I checked my second email account and received a message from the job search engine I'm registered in. They're inviting me for an interview in Ortigas (and yes, transportation expenses again) on Friday regarding the CSR job.
Well, hopefully it's part-time.
***
Was having a marathon of The OC Season 3, and guess what? The last CD's not working!
My life just stinks.
I just proved that today.
I went to school to check on my scholarship application and soon found out (after an hour of waiting for them to return from their lunchbreak) that I wasn't eligible for the benefits. Just because. Yes, I am an irregular student, and never mind the neon-colored no deficiencies-slash-back-subjects attached to my introduction.
I was thinking aloud in my head about how tedious it was for me to stand in front of the mirror the whole morning just trying on different non-goth clothes to make me look the least bit normal and scholarly (or that I'm in need of awesome financial support). Really.
The two peppy girls in the front desk started babbling about how I still have to enroll myself and with my own money (they're not getting the penniless issue, see) so I can hand them a copy of my registration form and how I'm supposed to pass a series of interviews (like I've never gone through this; i.e. see yesterday's post) before being handed over the support.
I wanted to scream at them. Something like: Don't you friggin' get the issue here?!? Or do you need me to spell it out for you?
But hey, I didn't want to get an automatic leave without filing for a proper LOA.
So, just a couple of minutes ago, I checked my second email account and received a message from the job search engine I'm registered in. They're inviting me for an interview in Ortigas (and yes, transportation expenses again) on Friday regarding the CSR job.
Well, hopefully it's part-time.
***
Was having a marathon of The OC Season 3, and guess what? The last CD's not working!
My life just stinks.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Tongue-tied
I just saw the tabs from AUDC '06.
I'm happy our team did so well considering it's our first international competition. Kudos Pecto and Marionette. *gives a toothpaste commercial smile* (No, not the flirty one. Just the wide "oh, you see my teeth" beam.)
Pecto won the bet, sadly. We had this 10pesos/round potluck for our deal, uh, so the total amount was a 210. (We had 7 break rounds, you do the math.) I ranked 2nd in the team, 28th in the overall speaker ranking, and 7th in the 15 UST contingents. My highest was a picky 76 from the IIU Mat B (Indonesia) and IMU A (Malaysia) rounds.
***
Just got through almost 10 call center visits/application a few hours ago. Three of those, I ended up walking in the offices of different banks. I won't trust infamous net search engines again.
There's still a good chance that I'd get enrolled this sem. Thank God for the hefty number of guardian demons surrounding me. (You know who you all are. Thanks... really.) Hopefully, my dad won't turn ballistic once he finds out, lest I get another worthless nagging.
I wasn't able to pass by school today, though. Had to prioritize work first. Oh, and I almost forgot to post in this awkward moment I had in a group interview awhile ago. One guy from the group was asked to do a spontaneous reply upon the problem of an illiterate child who doesn't know how to tie his shoelaces. Here's how it went:
Guy: Uh... what does illiterate mean?
Interviewer: (forehead starts to wrinkle a bit) Ermm, the child doesn't know how to write and read, and he doesn't know what's left and right.
Guy: (uncomfortably clears his throat) Dude, (yes, he wanted to establish a connection) hold the ends of the two laces (imaginary illiterate kid --> what???) and... (pauses for almost a decade).
While at pause... Mavy shifts awkwardy in her seat. The others? staring at the ceiling, chewing their fingernails, singing in their heads...
Interviewer: Okay, forget it.
The latter part of the interview was, ermm, interesting. The interviewer asked me to compare myself to an animal, and guess what I picked: a monkey. And I had this geopol explanation regarding that rather impulsive answer. Don't even ask.
Hopefully someone calls back. Of course, this is a wishful thinking since every company I applied for grumbled with nothing but a fulltime job offer. Well, if only it's that easy.
So much for not wanting to leave debate.
I'm happy our team did so well considering it's our first international competition. Kudos Pecto and Marionette. *gives a toothpaste commercial smile* (No, not the flirty one. Just the wide "oh, you see my teeth" beam.)
Pecto won the bet, sadly. We had this 10pesos/round potluck for our deal, uh, so the total amount was a 210. (We had 7 break rounds, you do the math.) I ranked 2nd in the team, 28th in the overall speaker ranking, and 7th in the 15 UST contingents. My highest was a picky 76 from the IIU Mat B (Indonesia) and IMU A (Malaysia) rounds.
***
Just got through almost 10 call center visits/application a few hours ago. Three of those, I ended up walking in the offices of different banks. I won't trust infamous net search engines again.
There's still a good chance that I'd get enrolled this sem. Thank God for the hefty number of guardian demons surrounding me. (You know who you all are. Thanks... really.) Hopefully, my dad won't turn ballistic once he finds out, lest I get another worthless nagging.
I wasn't able to pass by school today, though. Had to prioritize work first. Oh, and I almost forgot to post in this awkward moment I had in a group interview awhile ago. One guy from the group was asked to do a spontaneous reply upon the problem of an illiterate child who doesn't know how to tie his shoelaces. Here's how it went:
Guy: Uh... what does illiterate mean?
Interviewer: (forehead starts to wrinkle a bit) Ermm, the child doesn't know how to write and read, and he doesn't know what's left and right.
Guy: (uncomfortably clears his throat) Dude, (yes, he wanted to establish a connection) hold the ends of the two laces (imaginary illiterate kid --> what???) and... (pauses for almost a decade).
While at pause... Mavy shifts awkwardy in her seat. The others? staring at the ceiling, chewing their fingernails, singing in their heads...
Interviewer: Okay, forget it.
The latter part of the interview was, ermm, interesting. The interviewer asked me to compare myself to an animal, and guess what I picked: a monkey. And I had this geopol explanation regarding that rather impulsive answer. Don't even ask.
Hopefully someone calls back. Of course, this is a wishful thinking since every company I applied for grumbled with nothing but a fulltime job offer. Well, if only it's that easy.
So much for not wanting to leave debate.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Slytherin
Sinking, and in search for sunshine
Dead hair sleeping on shoulders
Slow
Lament...
Your existence is bigoted
A thought resting only in my mind
I look forward to facing the window
Where sunshine laments
Windows...
A thought
But hush, and call sleep
I sink as if
I'm you
.mavy 052806
***
Irrational. I finally found the perfect word to intensify my situation these past few days.
Not my mind though, just the crappy instances I'm placed at, or maybe somewhere beneath.
I'm off to scout for jobs again tomorrow, and of course, to fix some school stuff. If I don't find a stable solution by Thursday, I might as well file for an LOA.
Kat and I have the same problems right now. But I told her last night, with regard to concerns, I'm more anxious about my pending responsibilities if I do not get enrolled.
I have CSJ (with just 2 months of taking pleasure in being English Literary Section Editor), Science Debate (one that hones me into a better layout artist and graphic designer, schmuck) and TDC (I can't swallow the inevitable conclusion of not getting into Nationals).
These three organizations drive me to do better and to cross the eye of every needle each terrible waking day. They're also some of the hardline stances that breach me to catharsis and make me hope that I'll soon get past these poisonous ordeals.
I've matured from angst, from rebellion and from impatience.
Yet there's one thing that I can't seem to get out of my system:
Passion.
If you read through my previous posts, it only emboldens one thing: my love for writing and debate. If you release me from the insomnia, then I wouldn't know where else to put my self.
It supercedes my academics, but not to say that it replaces them. But if you rip me apart, there are nothing but words and imagery in my blood, and these are the only things that keep me from jumping out of high railings.
... I just wish it's not this difficult.
But I'm thankful I'm still breathing.
Dead hair sleeping on shoulders
Slow
Lament...
Your existence is bigoted
A thought resting only in my mind
I look forward to facing the window
Where sunshine laments
Windows...
A thought
But hush, and call sleep
I sink as if
I'm you
.mavy 052806
***
Irrational. I finally found the perfect word to intensify my situation these past few days.
Not my mind though, just the crappy instances I'm placed at, or maybe somewhere beneath.
I'm off to scout for jobs again tomorrow, and of course, to fix some school stuff. If I don't find a stable solution by Thursday, I might as well file for an LOA.
Kat and I have the same problems right now. But I told her last night, with regard to concerns, I'm more anxious about my pending responsibilities if I do not get enrolled.
I have CSJ (with just 2 months of taking pleasure in being English Literary Section Editor), Science Debate (one that hones me into a better layout artist and graphic designer, schmuck) and TDC (I can't swallow the inevitable conclusion of not getting into Nationals).
These three organizations drive me to do better and to cross the eye of every needle each terrible waking day. They're also some of the hardline stances that breach me to catharsis and make me hope that I'll soon get past these poisonous ordeals.I've matured from angst, from rebellion and from impatience.
Yet there's one thing that I can't seem to get out of my system:
Passion.
If you read through my previous posts, it only emboldens one thing: my love for writing and debate. If you release me from the insomnia, then I wouldn't know where else to put my self.
It supercedes my academics, but not to say that it replaces them. But if you rip me apart, there are nothing but words and imagery in my blood, and these are the only things that keep me from jumping out of high railings.
... I just wish it's not this difficult.
But I'm thankful I'm still breathing.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Humor Me
I figured life's not really a bitch. It just fancies bastardizing people.
For inept reasons, needless of stressing, my dad decided not to enroll me this coming semester.
Weirder though, I didn't feel a hint of despair and depression.
I felt... uneven.
Unmoved.
***
So. AUDC '06 was promising.
Again, we almost broke. If only we won the last round.
But anyway, it was a breathtaking experience. I got to meet a lot of people from different countries (Japan, Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia).
Wow. Also, I gained new summer flings from two of those countries. *grins*
Seemingly though, the crash course proved effective. We were able to win four rounds out of seven (five of those, I was second speaker). Although I had a bit of a problem during my first try; imagine going against UP Diliman's Team A for my amateur breakthrough. Nicolo and Claudia thrashed my arguments like they were some dirty laundry.
Pecto had his own crash course as well -- for conversation skills. Turns out, he has a dull tongue when it comes to speaking to people he does not know. So much so that he laughed off one of his conversations with the Japanese delegates. (Which kinda reminds me of the porn debate. We, as Filipinos, proved ourselves to be more knowledgeable in that entertainment genre.)
At the end of the day, Winston Churchill was proven to be a white guy, contrary to what Pecto carelessly professed.
I had one of the best teams in my whole debate experience yet. Hail to the Bratatat team composed of the most antipatiko/a in the UST.
Slaughter mode.
UST A, the only breaking team from our institution made it till Octofinals. Ate Cy won 6th overall best speaker, and Kuya James adjudicated till the final round.
The rest... Well, we're still waiting for the tabs. *winks*
For inept reasons, needless of stressing, my dad decided not to enroll me this coming semester.
Weirder though, I didn't feel a hint of despair and depression.
I felt... uneven.
Unmoved.
***
So. AUDC '06 was promising.
Again, we almost broke. If only we won the last round.
But anyway, it was a breathtaking experience. I got to meet a lot of people from different countries (Japan, Thailand, Indonesia and Malaysia).
Wow. Also, I gained new summer flings from two of those countries. *grins*
Seemingly though, the crash course proved effective. We were able to win four rounds out of seven (five of those, I was second speaker). Although I had a bit of a problem during my first try; imagine going against UP Diliman's Team A for my amateur breakthrough. Nicolo and Claudia thrashed my arguments like they were some dirty laundry.
Pecto had his own crash course as well -- for conversation skills. Turns out, he has a dull tongue when it comes to speaking to people he does not know. So much so that he laughed off one of his conversations with the Japanese delegates. (Which kinda reminds me of the porn debate. We, as Filipinos, proved ourselves to be more knowledgeable in that entertainment genre.)
At the end of the day, Winston Churchill was proven to be a white guy, contrary to what Pecto carelessly professed.
I had one of the best teams in my whole debate experience yet. Hail to the Bratatat team composed of the most antipatiko/a in the UST.
Slaughter mode.
UST A, the only breaking team from our institution made it till Octofinals. Ate Cy won 6th overall best speaker, and Kuya James adjudicated till the final round.
The rest... Well, we're still waiting for the tabs. *winks*
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Fortune Cookie
Hrmm... So again I am but a neglectful soul.
But a lot of good news.
Just a rundown before I start going on to details here.
First, I got the job in West and shall be starting soon -- come the next batch of trainees.
Second, IV's were great. I ranked 2nd best in all UST contingents. My highest was a 77 from a Singaporean adj.
Third, I am debating for the Asian Universities Debating Championship for UST Team C with Pecto and Marionette as my teammates. I am going to do second.
***
I soon learned about the pending job offer after bombarding West with calls regarding my application status. Soon enough, the barrage paved way and they gave me a call saying I passed the final interview (and to wait for further notice with regard to my job offer).
Stunning.
***
UST Intervarsities, which lasted from last Monday, the 15th, till Tuesday, the 16th, was one hell of a tournament.
Fun. Not to mention, I got smacked with three La Salle teams, and our team almost broke. 9th in the list. Just harsh.
The first round, we were up against DLSU D (with their cute DLO); the motion was about beauty pageants and cosmetic surgery. The usual sickness of being mesmerized, grounded my heart not to air out points of information.
The second round, we lost to DLSU A, by a thin, thin margin and by an unconvincing adjudication. Claire got most upset for having her brilliant argument ignored by the adjudicator. He didn't even say anything about our flaws. DLSU A even preconceded that we won that round.
But hey, no spite.
Last round, wow. DLSU C made me do a breakthrough manner during debate. Really dynamic. Also, we got kicked out of the rooms too soon due to internal problems with the staff. And, well, it was indeed a sad night since we had problems with the Break Night and the room reservations.
PUTA (Philippine Universities Team A) with Bobby, Franco and Carl as contingents, won the finals against ADMU A.
***
Yes. AUDC.
Nothing more to say.
I'm grateful.
And shall be indulging in a crash course for 2nd speaker position soon.
But a lot of good news.
Just a rundown before I start going on to details here.
First, I got the job in West and shall be starting soon -- come the next batch of trainees.
Second, IV's were great. I ranked 2nd best in all UST contingents. My highest was a 77 from a Singaporean adj.
Third, I am debating for the Asian Universities Debating Championship for UST Team C with Pecto and Marionette as my teammates. I am going to do second.
***
I soon learned about the pending job offer after bombarding West with calls regarding my application status. Soon enough, the barrage paved way and they gave me a call saying I passed the final interview (and to wait for further notice with regard to my job offer).
Stunning.
***
UST Intervarsities, which lasted from last Monday, the 15th, till Tuesday, the 16th, was one hell of a tournament.
Fun. Not to mention, I got smacked with three La Salle teams, and our team almost broke. 9th in the list. Just harsh.
The first round, we were up against DLSU D (with their cute DLO); the motion was about beauty pageants and cosmetic surgery. The usual sickness of being mesmerized, grounded my heart not to air out points of information.
The second round, we lost to DLSU A, by a thin, thin margin and by an unconvincing adjudication. Claire got most upset for having her brilliant argument ignored by the adjudicator. He didn't even say anything about our flaws. DLSU A even preconceded that we won that round.
But hey, no spite.
Last round, wow. DLSU C made me do a breakthrough manner during debate. Really dynamic. Also, we got kicked out of the rooms too soon due to internal problems with the staff. And, well, it was indeed a sad night since we had problems with the Break Night and the room reservations.
PUTA (Philippine Universities Team A) with Bobby, Franco and Carl as contingents, won the finals against ADMU A.
***
Yes. AUDC.
Nothing more to say.
I'm grateful.
And shall be indulging in a crash course for 2nd speaker position soon.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
A Blast of Neurons
A sudden rush of anxiety. Hmm... I missed training today. My body's not being so cooperative with my schedule demands recently. I called West yesterday to check if I got the job offer. Unfortunately, and after wasting 10 pesos of my money, Kat told me HR's were off work during weekends.
Pfft.
I feel the giddiness to make up for the many weeks I haven't been posting in my blog. Four is a pitiful number, if you ask me. Especially when you take it as a month-long attainment.
Pia sent me a text message last night, telling me such wonderful news. Ate Nizza has sent me a package of three awesome DVDs and another Oguri series! Woohoo.
Just one more: Summer Snow. Better brush up on my contacts.
***
If tardy fate permit that I get a job by next week, I'll surely have problems fitting my training schedule with that of my tournament weeks. For the third week of May, I'll be participating in the UST Intervarisities with Joan and Claire as my teammates. As for the week after that, I'd be adjudicating for Asians. Hrmm.. Or that is if I'm already able to pay my registration fee, which glares at me with a 4-digit amount of Philippine peso.
Mercy.
Yesterday, I also realized how I'm quickly getting old. Not only am I bound to train science and not debate for them anymore, I also get to work with seniors in the debate community. For the past two weeks, we were being trained by no less than Atty. Arlene Maneja, Bar Topnotcher and last Filipino champion of the World Debating Championship.
I roll down the floor - along with lighted incense - for her remarkable brilliance. In Filipino slang "As in!!!". She's so intelligent that when she starts talking you'll start to wonder if you are indeed gifted of a brain, or you're just pretending to be human.
A blast of neurons, as Kat would describe it.
Any debater can't help but glorify her.
***
So hrmm... Since I'm at home (my dad's place), I think I better start working on my book review and English prose.
Work calls.
Pfft.
I feel the giddiness to make up for the many weeks I haven't been posting in my blog. Four is a pitiful number, if you ask me. Especially when you take it as a month-long attainment.
Pia sent me a text message last night, telling me such wonderful news. Ate Nizza has sent me a package of three awesome DVDs and another Oguri series! Woohoo.
Just one more: Summer Snow. Better brush up on my contacts.
***
If tardy fate permit that I get a job by next week, I'll surely have problems fitting my training schedule with that of my tournament weeks. For the third week of May, I'll be participating in the UST Intervarisities with Joan and Claire as my teammates. As for the week after that, I'd be adjudicating for Asians. Hrmm.. Or that is if I'm already able to pay my registration fee, which glares at me with a 4-digit amount of Philippine peso.
Mercy.
Yesterday, I also realized how I'm quickly getting old. Not only am I bound to train science and not debate for them anymore, I also get to work with seniors in the debate community. For the past two weeks, we were being trained by no less than Atty. Arlene Maneja, Bar Topnotcher and last Filipino champion of the World Debating Championship.
I roll down the floor - along with lighted incense - for her remarkable brilliance. In Filipino slang "As in!!!". She's so intelligent that when she starts talking you'll start to wonder if you are indeed gifted of a brain, or you're just pretending to be human.
A blast of neurons, as Kat would describe it.
Any debater can't help but glorify her.
***
So hrmm... Since I'm at home (my dad's place), I think I better start working on my book review and English prose.
Work calls.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Artisan Dream
It's highly unusual how every writer's dream connotates to wanting our craft never to rot in our overridden frustrations. For the past weeks -- or a month as I may roughly put it -- I haven't been posting regularly to update my blog on things that have been spontaneously happening in my life.I asked myself the same question I illusioned almost a half a year back.
"Why do I want to have a journal?"
I bet writers' influences are very much relative and poignant to a certain point that it gets frustrating how you can never perfectly leave people to understand what you really mean (no matter how good you are in imagery). Words are but mere creatures to suffice for what lacks in reality. Maybe one thing God never really planned to bear us with.
While I was editing the works of my literary staffers, I was disturbed. Not with the output, but with how I've started to leave my other passion in hope of besting the other one.
Debate has grown to be a passion, a desire, a mainstream in my bloodflow circling my veins.
I was left to derive every inch of what's left in my personality to draw my new self. Almost a year ago, I was thoroughly neglectful of my potentials. I was more eager to spare myself for others than to develop what I already have as an artisan.
For this year's first issue of Mometum, I've surpassed different ordeals.
Tara sa kawalan ng ating katotohanan
Ngunit sa lahat ng kasinungalingan
Tayo'y iisa.
My works were dry, steady, and yet striving for a new color and flavor to their entity.
Nothing. This past month was bloody. Murderous like hell. But for some inept reason, I am silenced. Stolen by the air to redo all that is wrong.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Defy Instruments
Yesteday, we had out tryouts for the AUDC. I got really good speaker scores -- an average of 74, which is a thumbs up for any TDC newbie. Sadly though, I'm still bound to be an adj because I need more experience in order to officially debate for the university. But I'm setting my goals straight to make it doubly sure that I debate in National Debating Championsip (to be held in Baguio, this November).
***
I got this interesting fact from my TDC trainer's forwarded mail,
Imagine your cell battery is very low, you are expecting an important call and you don't have a charger. Nokia instrument comes with a reserve battery. To activate, press the keys *3370#. Your cell will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell next time.
Ate Cy says it actually works, so keep me posted for negative results.
***
I'm going to have an interview in Kat's company, West, this coming Wednesday. Hopefully, I'll finally get the job. Never mind the bugging idea that I'd have to wear a corporate attire each shift. What's highly important right now is that I earn my own money and certain people won't have to think that my life is solely dependent on theirs. I've never been a parasite.
And never will be one.
***
I got this interesting fact from my TDC trainer's forwarded mail,
Imagine your cell battery is very low, you are expecting an important call and you don't have a charger. Nokia instrument comes with a reserve battery. To activate, press the keys *3370#. Your cell will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell next time.
Ate Cy says it actually works, so keep me posted for negative results.
***
I'm going to have an interview in Kat's company, West, this coming Wednesday. Hopefully, I'll finally get the job. Never mind the bugging idea that I'd have to wear a corporate attire each shift. What's highly important right now is that I earn my own money and certain people won't have to think that my life is solely dependent on theirs. I've never been a parasite.
And never will be one.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Honestly Awake
Tired. I haven't been getting a good amount of sleep these days (or like I was having one before).
A lot of bad news, or sad news, as I may label most of them.
Where to start?
Hrmm. I'm not enrolling for summer class after all. My dad, after hearing some of my shameless backstabbing about his current girlfriend, had a fit and decided not to pay for my summer tuition anymore. See how absurd his logic is?
Anyhow, I went to Makati (with Kat) last Monday to scout for job openings in call centers. I saw Pecto in Convergys -- he's on OJT. Application was sucky. Convergys and Teleperformance wanted me for full time, and although the offer was really, really good, I had to turn them down. Well, aside from the bond, they're encouraging me to stop schooling first. Imagine, the flabbergasted look on my face. Anyhow, People Support and Etelecare still have no part time openings as well, but the good thing there, they promised to give me call as soon as there's a free shift.
So, I'm off to my mom's place for the entire summer so my dad wouldn't know I'm working. Of course being the senile person that he almost is, he'll surely make a big fuss out of it. "So, you think you can be independent now, do you? Then go pay for your own schooling fees." Really, I find my dad very interesting sometimes.
Sigh. And lastly, news says my section will be dissolved this coming year. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that they're just unreliable hearsays and rumors. Mhye says there's no way in hell that'll happen.
But on the enlightening side, the book review section for the journal is now under the English Literary team. That means, more work, and at the same time, more fun. Atleast I have more reasons to push me to read now. I remember sleeping in the middle of Robert Langdon's journey in Angels and Demons. Maybe with all the pending responsibilities, I've also given up joyous pastimes.
I'm currently in an internet cafe, and am all dressed up for debate training in Kuya Mok's place (TDC). Kuya Tope (senior member) will also be there, so you guys just wish me luck.
Oh, and tomorrow, I'm off to PLDT and West to apply... again.
A lot of bad news, or sad news, as I may label most of them.
Where to start?
Hrmm. I'm not enrolling for summer class after all. My dad, after hearing some of my shameless backstabbing about his current girlfriend, had a fit and decided not to pay for my summer tuition anymore. See how absurd his logic is?
Anyhow, I went to Makati (with Kat) last Monday to scout for job openings in call centers. I saw Pecto in Convergys -- he's on OJT. Application was sucky. Convergys and Teleperformance wanted me for full time, and although the offer was really, really good, I had to turn them down. Well, aside from the bond, they're encouraging me to stop schooling first. Imagine, the flabbergasted look on my face. Anyhow, People Support and Etelecare still have no part time openings as well, but the good thing there, they promised to give me call as soon as there's a free shift.
So, I'm off to my mom's place for the entire summer so my dad wouldn't know I'm working. Of course being the senile person that he almost is, he'll surely make a big fuss out of it. "So, you think you can be independent now, do you? Then go pay for your own schooling fees." Really, I find my dad very interesting sometimes.
Sigh. And lastly, news says my section will be dissolved this coming year. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that they're just unreliable hearsays and rumors. Mhye says there's no way in hell that'll happen.
But on the enlightening side, the book review section for the journal is now under the English Literary team. That means, more work, and at the same time, more fun. Atleast I have more reasons to push me to read now. I remember sleeping in the middle of Robert Langdon's journey in Angels and Demons. Maybe with all the pending responsibilities, I've also given up joyous pastimes.
I'm currently in an internet cafe, and am all dressed up for debate training in Kuya Mok's place (TDC). Kuya Tope (senior member) will also be there, so you guys just wish me luck.
Oh, and tomorrow, I'm off to PLDT and West to apply... again.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Fighting Heat
Summer.
Not the burns that cauterize the skin due to the sun^s direct shot of ultraviolet rays. I^m talking about classes.
Comparative Anatomy. Yes, the cat dissection.
***
Finally. I^m on the brink of graduating on time with my ^technical^ batchmates. I^m bizarrely excited to start going to school again, considering the fact that I^m yet to take up one of the hardest major subjects in my course and in all curriculums of my university combined.
I called up Nikki last night through landline, and I was going all emotional -- teary and all -- after receiving a text from my mom. Her message:
How much money do you need for IIDC and to survive the remaining days of training?
I was moved beyond possible utterance. Not because I needed the money, but something highly more than that. My mom always understood how I loved to debate, to write, and to go crazy over useless things. A few significant things my dad never really had an open mind on.
Silly. Although I was not able to reply to her message because I was in pathetic load crisis, my gratitude was sky-scraping.
Thinking it over during mass last night, I still do not want to ask money from my mom because I know she still has a lot of things to worry about. And I^d rather see her money get spent on necessities than on my dreams. And I mean that on a practical standpoint, not on a dramatic tone. I understand her situation more now compared before. Currently, it^d be best not to think of myself. Maybe I should visit her on Wednesday after enrollment. My dad^s girlfriend is being such a tapeworm in my brain.
Yes, migraine cause. Another fictional character in the scene.
Every time I try to open up the subject of Law with my dad, he grumbles about it being an unreasonable course for me to take up after Biology (a big duh, one of my fellow debaters, Julius, is now going to take up Law after graduating from Biology -- it^s an even better training ground that Political Science, mind you.). I felt really lonely last night. Really unusual. I^ve never felt that melancholy for a while now -- with all the things I needed to take care of. I^m surprised at how I was able to survive the past week with only enough money for transportation expenses. My pocket was sagging with filthy air and nothing more.
The next thing I^d have to worry about now would be AUDC (Asians University Debating Championship). Yes, international tournaments, *yumyum*.
And I don^t know how to squeeze it in my schedule for summer classes. Pecto told me that I could, perhaps, talk to the dean and tell him that he^d better excuse me from class because I^ll be representing the university (and the Philippines). Hrmm, that is assuming I^m getting through the very tough try-outs (and that I have that much influence to sway the dean^s conviction).
So much for ranting. And shall always be ranting.
More and more of it.
Just sickening.
Not the burns that cauterize the skin due to the sun^s direct shot of ultraviolet rays. I^m talking about classes.
Comparative Anatomy. Yes, the cat dissection.
***
Finally. I^m on the brink of graduating on time with my ^technical^ batchmates. I^m bizarrely excited to start going to school again, considering the fact that I^m yet to take up one of the hardest major subjects in my course and in all curriculums of my university combined.
I called up Nikki last night through landline, and I was going all emotional -- teary and all -- after receiving a text from my mom. Her message:
How much money do you need for IIDC and to survive the remaining days of training?
I was moved beyond possible utterance. Not because I needed the money, but something highly more than that. My mom always understood how I loved to debate, to write, and to go crazy over useless things. A few significant things my dad never really had an open mind on.
Silly. Although I was not able to reply to her message because I was in pathetic load crisis, my gratitude was sky-scraping.
Thinking it over during mass last night, I still do not want to ask money from my mom because I know she still has a lot of things to worry about. And I^d rather see her money get spent on necessities than on my dreams. And I mean that on a practical standpoint, not on a dramatic tone. I understand her situation more now compared before. Currently, it^d be best not to think of myself. Maybe I should visit her on Wednesday after enrollment. My dad^s girlfriend is being such a tapeworm in my brain.
Yes, migraine cause. Another fictional character in the scene.
Every time I try to open up the subject of Law with my dad, he grumbles about it being an unreasonable course for me to take up after Biology (a big duh, one of my fellow debaters, Julius, is now going to take up Law after graduating from Biology -- it^s an even better training ground that Political Science, mind you.). I felt really lonely last night. Really unusual. I^ve never felt that melancholy for a while now -- with all the things I needed to take care of. I^m surprised at how I was able to survive the past week with only enough money for transportation expenses. My pocket was sagging with filthy air and nothing more.
The next thing I^d have to worry about now would be AUDC (Asians University Debating Championship). Yes, international tournaments, *yumyum*.
And I don^t know how to squeeze it in my schedule for summer classes. Pecto told me that I could, perhaps, talk to the dean and tell him that he^d better excuse me from class because I^ll be representing the university (and the Philippines). Hrmm, that is assuming I^m getting through the very tough try-outs (and that I have that much influence to sway the dean^s conviction).
So much for ranting. And shall always be ranting.
More and more of it.
Just sickening.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Make Debate Matter: IIDC 5
So let me start with the things I^ve gone through for this week (or more than, if I may so..) For the past weekdays I haven^t been posting, I was in the Inquirer Inter-collegiate Debating Championship (pic 1, left) with my TDC family. Yep, I found a new one.
Things are starting to look up for me. Although my dad still rants about my being in debate, he has simply no right to oppose about my only source of joy for the moment of not having school.
Saturday:
Adjudication exam (pic 2, right). Wasn't that hard, I actually found it fun to answer. There was a live sample debate with Joan and Grace as participants. Some were horrible, others were okay, and Thomasians rocked!
Yes, I am biased.
Monday:
My first day in the Philippine Debate Society. I chaired for the first
round of the eliminations with UPD-C and Lyceum-A debating (pic 3, left). I got to meet a lot of people (both the best and the worst, mind you) of the petulant world of debate.There were the Gods: Kuya Franco (UST^s very own world debate champion!), Bobby Benedicto (the pseudo-heterosexual of ADMU), Glenn (senior citizen of ADMU? Nah, just kiddin^.), Carl Ng (the guy with the nice stance from UPD) and Kuya Eric dela Cruz (former president of TDC).
The Dinosaurs: Ateneo people (^nuff said.. **Mavy kneels on the floor and cries for being so unworthy**)
The ^Im-so-good-I-end-up-sucking-even-more^: wouldn^t tell a soul.. (but primarily, these are the people who are both interestingly and alarmingly too confident even though their cases are made up of crap -- loads of it.)
The Lost Souls: hrmm.. mostly people from far away schools (and I mean that literally). They usually don^t know what they^re doing there in the first place. They talk for two minutes (that^s about a minute and fifty seconds of incomprehensible mumblings here and there) and go back to their seats.
The Showbees: Pat Evangelista, Kuya Joel from FACDEM (and I^m not cursing..), Nicolo Cabrera (the ever so OC-OC Tournament Director) and
The Beautiful: that^s TDC.
Tuesday:
Jaded and praying. (pic 4, center)
I chaired for two rounds and paneled for the other one.
Kuya Joel rocks as a chair adj.
The Lost Souls were pitiful.
Wednesday:
The wildest break night party of the century. Imagine seeing Nino dance (lol).
No more chairing for me. Also, I wasn^t able to break (some things are based on circumstances and not on scores) but I felt better when Kuya James gave me a hug and said, ^I heard a lot of good things about you. Keep it up!^
And Kuya Iggy: Ano, AUDC na, AUDC??
One thought in Mavy^s mind: Asians? Here I come!!!
Thursday:
Off to get my clearance and to go back to the unreal world. Bad schedule for summer classes. And a bigger thought, classes will destroy my chances to joining the Asians Universities Debating Championship.
So sweet.
Got home early. A lot of good things. Thank you, God.
My dad and my older sister are in good terms already after the year-long cold war between them both. Mischa, my niece, came over with my sister to spend the night with us and to go to the doctor the day after as well.
Sigh. I^m missing a lot these days.
But this is my life now.
Or death toll, as some would say.
No rest. Just home and debate.
Friday:
Induction of new CSJ Editors. I am now officially the new English Literary Section Editor of the College of Science Journal.
Kit, our EIC, was so kind to buy us food during the meeting. The yearend report was awesome. And the picture-taking, well, took quite a long time.
Ate Cy^s Team made it to the Finals (although they lost to ADMU A, it was an honorable defeat). Kevin^s team only made it till Octo^s.
Championship Dinner was fun, just because of TDC being there and the variety of programs the UP Debate Society came up with. Kevin and Kuya Mok-Mok won the Separated-at-Birth award and Kuya John won Miss Congeniality.. imagine that!
One of the runners-up for the ESU Public Speaking Competition had a brilliant speech during the intermission round. Here^s the gist of what he said:
Why is it that only a few people in the world understand how fun and how hard it is to debate? You hang around with your friends at school and they ask you if you won the competition, and you tell them you were only able to break. And they mock you for not winning the competition but they always fail to understand just how hard it is to atleast be in the Octo^s. And then you ask your mom for 1500 bucks and she goes on and say, ^Why do you insist on joining that competition when you never even win?^
It only says one thing, that debaters are not only the dumbest people on earth but also the most passionate ones.
Saturday:
Science Parliament meeting. Plans for SDS and Summer Training.
My first debate for summer.
And I was horrible as a second speaker.
Mavy^s conclusion: I^m born to be a whip!
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