contigencies of this life

"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy is when men are afraid of the light." -- Plato

okay. classes have started, both in real life and in hex. so far, so good. i have to report on the ceramics industry, which at first, i found utterly boring, but maybe...i'm giving it a chance. well, school sucks as usual but not so much, this sem, i hope. ie 3 is fun, if you are keen on conquering the world and everybody else, for that. :D

so, engg week season has officialy started, with its launch last week, and the start of volleybagan this week. i'm not really involved in some really major events, which may suck or not, depending on the framework we're looking at. i have a lot of work to do, and most of them are those that are needed to be done now, i mean before december comes, if you know what i mean.

there is a lot of physical exhaustion in my life nowadays. and i'm not talking about that one jogging session where glecy and i jogged 1/8 of the acad oval and walked the rest. but i may have lost as many calories as eating a stick of carrot has. there is a lot to take care of. a lot of places to go to. a lot of meetings, briefings and other types of short-talk sessions to attend. but the physical pain is just the tip of the iceberg.

"I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once." -- Ashleigh Brilliant

let me say that i have shed less tears that i have said cuss words. i have felt so stepped upon. but that is not too imporatant now. now's the time for revenge. and i will get you.

I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly. --Michel de Montaigne, French essayist (1533 - 1592)

why would someone think that a person is against him/her if that person not only wants to help, but really wants the best for him/her? it's too childish. i have five younger sibs so i know how children act. they resist when older people make them do things which will later benefit them. children are hard-headed. ang mga bata ay makapricho. but i guess, these kids have the right to, because they don't really understand that much. but when adults do it... it's really worth all the cuss words. hindi na naman ata prinsipyo yan, kapricho na yan. and that won't do, in these times.

respect is given to those who deserve it. and so, the irony. i can not say if i really deserve any respect from anyone, of course. but maybe i have the right to wish that to myself. i hoped that i have performed well, so as to deserve some respect, and some commanding rights. everything has been analyzed over and over. these were not rash decisions. so respect that. because we do did.

The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous. --Shana Alexander

and we are all nervous. but we've got each other right? the T.5 will be there to fight crime even before it happens. or we might just dance the night away.

It's not enough that we do our best; sometimes we have to do what's required. --Sir Winston Churchill British politician (1874 - 1965)

what would be more fun than doing the things you like and really really enjoying it. life is short, difficult and cannot be repeated, unlike es 12. so, let's party and just chop all those erring people into tiny bits with a pushpin or something. :D

sem break escapades

i had a stressful sem break, emotionally. i had to take care of my four sibs, which are NOT the nicest little angels ho just sit in front of the TV, mesmerized by the wonders of the cartoons of the new millenium. no. they run, jump, scream, cry, laugh, pound, crash, destroy and smack all at the same time. and when they get hungry, they devour the contents of the refrigerator and leave behind trails of crumbs and cheese spread, and their non-edible trash. or if they are feeling a bit lazy to burn their calories on some locomotor activities, they cut pieces of paper or play shouting at each other. they are a handful, and i may have cracked a couple of times and played evil older brother with a whip. but, at the end of it all, ie. when mama and kuya finally arrived from dumaguete with bags and boxes of goodies for all of us, we love each other.

so, the big day came. but we decided we should go to bocaue and north cemetery early. so we did it last sunday. then we went to loyola on nov.1, which was also lolo's birthday, and 41st day of death.

it's heart attack for me in bocaue as i ate a lot of fat-laden bituka and lechon kawali. but i pumped all the fat out of my blood as i used it to endure the week with my sibs. anyway, papa made me ride with auntie josie on the way back, which at first, as sad, because i didn't really like to but turned out to be fun. so, we went to north cemetery to pray for lola's mom, and lolo pepe, and another lola. then, papa and the others went home, while we went to the chinese cemetery because uncle manny had to visit their dead there. i was always wondering what the chinese cemetery would look like, as they were always going there every year, and we are not (because uncle manny is papa's brother in law, and therefore his relatives are technically not our relatives). so, this year was a good all saints day year for me because i had the opportunity to see the chinese cemetery (which is a tourist spot for the native chinese because according to auntie josie and uncle manny, cemeteries in china look way different). then, we went to dimasalang to buy flowers for nov. 1 at loyola. then we went home. (and i got off at alabang and commuted from there)

so, nov. 1. we spent the whole day at loyola (in sucat). it was fun because i almost memorized where our dead relatives are. it has been our problem every year to find their graves because of the lack of really helpful landmarks. but we had the "dumlao mausoleum" near lolo delio's and the tree near lola clara, lolo mesio, etc.'s. lolo ben's was beside ate elsie's and lola dora's, so the "party" was held there. as nov. 1 is also auntie vicky's birthday, she brought chicken drumsticks and a bilao of pancit. auntie josie brought adobo and chicken sandwiches and the drinks. auntie yoly brought some kakanin. and we brought ourselves. i was never hungry that day. but i guess, i had more UV than i was supposed to have, as lou commented just now. so, the hot day dragged on, with my younger brothers doing the running, kicking and screaming routine again, but now with demanding voices to the adults to give up their cellphones so they can play. it's like a mass hold-up where cute little kids hold-up their moms, dads, and relatives and take away their cellphone. it was the best thing to do, because the phones calmed them down as they were fixated on the car races. but not for long. after a while, they were fighting on who should play now. even my 12+ sisters joined in the squabble. so, you get how happily noisy the day was, with my lola constantly bearating us because we would step on lolo's grave. we practically made lola dora's and ate elsie's graves a picnic place. ate nadia and kuya vincent even slept there (although crosswise, they did not want to lie parallel to the dead). and so, i was tired at the end of the day.

i was editing some write-ups for the yearbook. they assigned ChE (yes, you poor souls) and ME to me. some write-ups were very well-written, others needed some polishing, and some needed no editing at all (whew). and so i give the ChE write-up award, the ChE prof the graduates are most likely to identiy themselves with: Prof. Dalida (and i quote: "matalino pero kikay").

and hurrah for me, i did not fail anything this sem, academically. although i had a few failures here and there. at least, i can study for free again next sem. :D but, crs is screwing up this week. they'll be back this 3 pm.

yay for dirty dancing 2, was a fun watch, at the middle of the night. and also grey's anatomy, which i now like better than desperate housewives. and yay to 28.8 kbps internet at home. at least i can hex. but not attach.

and 2 days before pain again.