Monthly Archives: August 2013
I’ve been in an endless journey across the universe meeting people as countless as the stars with different attitudes and perceptions in life. Like the stars, some will explode, turn into a black hole, and tries to drag you with them to their miserable life; while others who already reached their goal and dream will stay in the clear night sky shining like a diamond and give people a very magnificent view. Both are stars, but right or wrong, have a very strong force of influence to people around them.
Imagine how one star(right or wrong) can convert how people in this world see reality. Imagine how one star can change a certain norm in a big or small community.
Life is sometimes just a simple true or false for me, where there are only two choices, one is correct, and one is wrong. The answer of an individual to that “True or False” question in life doesn’t and shall not depend on others, but shall only depend on his own perspective and conscience. But still, some people still answer the question incorrectly; maybe because they’ve been dragged by a black hole, or they were the black hole from the start.
As a part of my blog about good things, I want to share this poem entitled “Imagine” made by me when I was still in high school. It’s about imagining what our world could be if positive auras fill our world.
What if nobody was abandoned?
And what if the knowledge was absorbed?
We could live without remorse,
We could love with the feelings expose.
If everyone tried and nobody cried,
If everyone who denied swallows their pride,
If nobody lied and we’re all glorified,
Then, we’ll be tied up and satisfied.
Look at the world where we live in,
most of us live with a sinister skin.
But there will be light, it will gleam.
In the stray of hope, we’ll work as a team.
What If everyone loved their adversary?
Then, we’ll live altogether so happily.
What If they were united like you and me?
Then, Imagine what our world could be.
Let’s all do good. Let’s all be one of the good stars. Together with them, let’s unite and create one big good constellation and make a fascinating view at the universe per se.
Can you believe that a balut vendor namely Emerson Paguia turns himself to a Web Developer? How? What can determination do to change an individual’s state of living?
A simple determination and having compassion to reach his dream made the life of Emerson Paguia to change. Every time he sells balut, he’s also saving money so he can use a computer in computer shops just to search for available scholarships. One day, he saw a post about Web Development by Informatics College. His desire to learn suddenly made him grab that chance. Emerson has his own family. The money he gets or saves from selling balut only goes for the education of his child; which leaves him no money when going to Informatics College, but that didn’t stop him! He said to himself, “Kung kaya ko maglakad ng tatlo hangang apat na oras sa pagtitinda ng balut, siguro kaya ko din maglakad papasok at pauwi galing sa pinapasukan ko.”
He walks for three and a half hour to go to school and another three and a half hour to go back in his home at Angono, Rizal. Emerson now works at Informatics as a Web Developer with pride and gladness.
There are only few Filipinos that we know that overcome or experienced this situation. We all know Manila’s Vice Mayor, Isko Moreno, who was used to pick and collect piles of recyclable and reusable garbage to help his family to stop their burden. Another is Manny V. Pangilinan, the well-known businessman and one of the richest people here in our country, whose family was not that capable in supporting him in his studies.
Imagine what our country can be, if everyone has the attitude just like Emerson’s. Reaching success is not easy. Determination and having the desire to change his/her state of living is the key to success. When I listened to the story of Emerson, I was shocked when I heard that he walks from Rizal to Eastwood. With that determination, no one will ever fail reaching their dreams. On the other hand, if some people will stay lazy and not contended in what they have, they’ll just be like an undiscovered constellation in the galaxy full of stars and will remain undiscovered unless they show that they deserve to become one of the beautiful constellations in the sky.
You are your own key to success. You just need to find the right path and never give up in any obstacle that you’ll encounter.
You can watch the inspirational story of Sir Emerson Paguia by clicking the link provided below:
Since I’m a fourth year student, I’ve applied to many universities and one of it is Ateneo. I want to be an atenista someday even if they don’t have my preferred course(mechanical engineering). So anyway, Ateneo needs an essay of their applicant even before the actual test. Keep in mind that the actual test has an essay question too. That’s why before qualifying in Ateneo, you’ll be writing down two essays. In order for them to get to know us better, we need to answer a question in the form of an essay. They do not change the question that’s why the question from the previous years remains the same until now. So anyway, here’s my rushed essay
“Are there any significant experiences you had, or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?”
I’m usually an introverted person. I’d rather hold my pen and let its ink flow as it synchronize with the rhythm of my hand than to join my friends’ weekly hang outs. Throughout every problems I have encountered, my character helped me to be the person I am today.
I think a lot especially when I’m alone. I always think about ideas, but eventually, some of my thoughts disappear and pop like bubbles. It’s probably because of the many things that run in my mind. My thoughts are like undiscovered constellation disdained because of the countless stars present in my mind.
Despite my agoraphobic character, I still can make friends like an average person. Making friends is quite natural to me even if they don’t have any idea that there are stars colliding deep inside my head. I always think more and say less.
Whenever I have a problem, I think of it as an obstacle. An obstacle I can get through no matter how big it is. I believe that problems are puzzles which can be solved by those who persist and can never be solved by those who quit. I’m quite an optimist and that’s why I don’t always struggle whenever I have problems.
But then, I realized something. Facing the mirror, I asked myself, “Who am I?” I realized that I can’t find myself. My thoughts made me who I am, but they also lead to doubts about who I really am. My thoughts lead me nowhere because they are just locked in a specific thing: a cage. I am only concerned with the inner world and maybe, that’s why I can’t find myself. I need to go out in my cell and explore the wonders of the real world.
That is where I am, the real world. I had been so inclined to my thoughts that I didn’t even consider that there is a world outside the universe of my thoughts where I can find who I really am.
I can see myself there. I can see my self under the flashes of the spectrum of light, writing an essay and thinking how his thoughts gave his life colors.
I didn’t write the essay for the Ateneo form. I wrote the essay for myself. It’s rushed. I apologize for any grammatical errors present in the essay. I know that I’m not a skilled writer. Ha ha ha! I hope I can improve my writing and grammar skills!
The preliminary examinations week has just begun 2 days ago, and I’m already worried about the results I’ll get!
ICS111(Programming/Software) and Philosophy started my first college prelim week, which was not a very good combination to be scheduled in a same date. I kinda enjoyed taking the ICS111 because we answered online and the exam only has two types: Multiple Choice and “type the output of the program” questions. On the other hand, the questions in Philosophy were only dictated by our professor while we wrote our answers in a 1/4 sheet of yellow paper divided in three tables. (Yes, it’s my first prelim exam written on a 1/4 sheet of paper)
Math 101(College Algebra) exam for the 2nd day of the prelim week, which was yesterday. The questions/problems weren’t that hard and I finished the exam exactly 2 hours. Sabi nga ng kaibigan ko, “Hindi naman complicated yung Math. Ginagawa lang ng ibang taong complicated kaya sila nahihirapan.”
I just took the Math 102(Plane Trigonometry) for today’s examination and good thing we have the same professor for our Math subjects, so the types of questions are the same with Math 101 exam.
Theology I and English I are the two scheduled exams for tomorrow. Actually, I just finished studying Theology I, which the coverage is about the whole book of Genesis. The story is too good! I can now connect the bible stories mentioned by fragments when I was in high school. Now I know how Noah is connected to Adam, how Isaac and his sons, Jacob and Esau, are connected to Noah, and even Moses and David. I can even name their spouse and descendants.
For the last day of exams on Saturday, ICS111(Operating Systems, Hardwares and Assembly) and Values Ed. will be taken. ICS111 will be a challenging test, unless I can finish studying several powerpoints uploaded by my professor for us to study (but I am ready to read ya’ll!). However, maybe Values Ed. will not be as hard as the other examinations because our prof said that we just need to memorize the UST Vision and Mission, as well as its Code of Conduct.
Bye people! If some high school students are reading this(specifically Ced’s batch mates), good luck for the results and for your upcoming college entrance tests. More power!
Why? Why do these kind of questions are often asked by some “kiddos” when talking about love?
Well, his last question has a point, but the whole conversation is still something we may call “Immature-questions-about-love”.
I was searching the internet about Tagalog poems then I found this “Buti Pa” poem that made me stop and read it. At first, I thought that this poem is a serious one saying “Buti pa siya ganito. Buti pa siya ganyan” in a dramatic way. Guess what? The poem per se is a total joke which makes a comparison between love and an object.
The poem says:
Mabuti pa ang kalendaryo, may date.
Mabuti pa ang school, may chemistry.
Buti pa ang chemistry, may lab.
Buti pa ang fireworks, may spark.
Buti pa ang test paper, sinasagot.
Mabuti pa ang math problem, pinag iispan.
Buti pa ang bees, may honey.
Buti pa ang farm, may chicks.
Buti pa ang halaman, may nag aalaga.
Mabuti pa ang bulaklak, blooming.
Buti pa ang salamin, minamasdan.
Buti pa ang lungs, malapit sa puso.
Buti pa ang nawawalang gamit, hinahanap-hanap.
Mabuti pa ang kotse, mahal.
Buti pa ang unan, yakap mo sa gabi.
Buti pa ang assignment, inuuwi.
Buti pa ang keyboard, may type.
Buti pa ang film, nadedevelop.
Buti pa ang galosina, nagmamahal.
Mabuti pa ang telepono, hine-hello.
Buti pa ang basketball, may ring.
Buti pa ang soccer, may goal.
Buti pa si Michael Jackson, may moves.
Buti pa si Kobe Bryant, nakakascore.
Mabuti pa ang probability, may chance.
Buti pa ang hersheys, may kisses.
Buti pa ang hininga, hinahabol.
Buti pa ang tindera, nagpapatawad.
Mabuti pa ang pera, iniingatan.
Buti pa ang report, may objective.
Buti pa ang patay, dinadalaw.
Buti pa ang nakakulong, binabantayan.
Buti pa ang radyo, pinapakinggan.
Mabuti pa ang poste, steady.
Buti pa ang araw at buwan, consistent.
Buti pa ang Rosary, may mystery.
Buti pa ang bagoong at kare-kare, pinagsasama
Buti pa ang sapatos, may kapares.
Mabuti pa ang stationary, personal.
Buti pa ang sandwich, may fillings.
Dahil ako, parang notebook; filler lang.
I didn’t write the poem. Credits to http://matabangutak.tumblr.com/ for sharing this.
Reminiscing those high school days of mine, and I still can’t believe that I was a “real kiddo” back then writing poems for every heart break I experience. It’s just too funny reading the poems I made about love and realizing that I even had the guts to create an account at http://www.poemhunter.com to publish my poems.
I somehow find myself immature in a way, but still a thumbs up to me for getting some compliments from a lawyer from India.
Love itself makes us productive, doesn’t it?
You can read my “immature-love-poems-for-immature-people-crying-because-of-a-girl” poems by clicking the link below:
What’s the color of your banana? Well, of course it’s yellow!
Well, my bananas have their bruises and I don’t have any idea why. I have a theory though.
At night, bananas are fighting with yet, another specie: black bananas. But of course, they always win because black always dies first (in most movies). Normal bananas, when touched by the black bananas, will have black strains on them.
And that’s why they have bruises, they are infected by these black bananas!
We all know that bananas are safe to eat, but remember, they are always infected by the black bananas (there are no perfect bananas). We must be careful to eat our bananas!