Just Another Bitchy Post.

It's just so frustrating when other people seem to enjoy messing up your own life. I don't know what there problem is, it's just that they don't have any other business to attend to, so for their own benefit, they ruin your day as much as they want.

Sometimes, these people really get on my nerves. I want to shove down their throat the reality of life; you would always be treated by the world based on the same treatment that you expressed.

I don't hate my life - but unusually, I do. Maybe it's because of the circumstances that make it more complicated; or maybe, I'm just taking everything too serious.

Our life isn't complicated. In truth, we are the ONLY ONES who make it MORE complicated.

Ain't Snappy for Photography Yet

I'm really proud because I stepped on to the field of education. This photograph shows my enduring love for our building, which the arsons of ignorance are settled.

By the way, this is entitled "Edges." I know, I'm not using a good camera, but someday, I will capture pictures using the most quality ones.

This one is entitled "Motion." The title is very self explanatory; but the truth is, I just don't want to elaborate the reason why I got a shot on this one. Yeah, my skill still needs a lot of cunning.

Yesterday, after the last set of examinations, I hangout in EJ office with one friend. I know that I'm not that cut for photography yet, but I really have a niche towards it. Someday, when I'm already earning, I will invest for a DSLR and capture all the memories that I want to treasure.

By the way, I will entitle this photograph as "Here and Beyond." I know, it's not a good subject, but I want to captivate the be - all and end - all of our labour and existence.

Name Game

A correction fluid is one of the prevailing needs of students in this age. It helps us correct the mistakes in our writings, and gives us the chance of modifying our notes whenever our penmanship and memory goofed.

One comparable fact about the art of orthography and real life's context is that, people definitely and undoubtedly make mistakes.

That’s human nature. We, humans, are not infallible. We are subject to making errors, mistakes and wrong – doings. I never heard of someone who actually lives his life to the fullest and dies without committing such.

The thing is, most do not learn from their mistakes. More often than not, they just repeat the same actions in the course of their lives, without even bothering to at least modify their thousand blunders.

I know each of us has a life to fully take charge; a ship to captain on and a car to patrol, a path to take and a legacy to make. Happiness is what we always search for: and if the pursuit includes committing and soaking ourselves to pools of errata, it doesn’t matter.

Sometimes, we became too lax and have forgotten that just like the correction fluid; we also have the capacity to modify our errors when we badly need to. It’s just so ironic because most seemed to overlook that fact.

By the way, correction fluid has brethren – that is correction tape. As a matter of fact, I am tempted to change my blog site’s name because I normally use the latter than the former when writing.

But it suddenly occurred to me how long since I started naming my other blog – sites as is. Indeed, the element of time is one factor when it comes to change. For three years, I engaged myself in the art of electronic writing – blogging, which truly has a different flavor and twist compared to the usual and conventional one.

And because of that, I realized that my blog site wasn’t even affected over the course of my college life. It was never demented, nor torn apart when it comes to the influence of chronemics. The only one who always encounters the creeps is the blogger slash writer.

I even mused over on the very first scenarios when I finally had a multiply site – my first ever electronic journal. I jumped with joy after a whole day of modifying my site’s layout, playing with various combinations of colours and designs, and finally naming it as “Correction Fluid.”

After all, what is the need for fixing when a thing is not broken? People do really explore on a lot of things; often changing “stuff” to the way they want them to be, albeit it’s beyond their control.

Certainly, that’s one rule of thumb which is most forgotten by people nowadays:

Even the owner of this blog site.

Pestering the Preliminaries

What does it take to have good grades?

Is it discipline?

Is it motivation?

Is it being well - rounded?

Or it all boils down to the concept of time management?

Upon pondering at the question, I saw a certain formula in Twitter. According to such post, there are three formulas for you to attain good grades; added are a highly - active social life and a 10 hours sleep.

Option 1:

Sleep + no social life = Good grades

Option 2:

Social life + sleep = Bad grades

Option 3:

Good grades + social life = No sleep

So, what formula suits you fine?

Honestly speaking, I go for the third and it really reflects my strategies and learning style. I prioritize my social life, but my studies goes on top of the line. Occasionally, I have my doubts about that.

The recent preliminary examinations really blew my lid. I don't know, but no matter how hard I studied, I always end up to the state of having a "soupish mind." In our most up-to-date vocabulary, that's SABAW for you.

What seemed to be the problem?

Indeed, it's the wrong line up of the courses. Those organizers don't care about what the students could feel. Imagine lining up four examinations for just one day. They definitely don't know each parcel of the subject content. It's still the same sweet statements, "What's with it? We are not the ones who study them, though. We don't care whether the content goes hundreds and hundreds of pages in the book, we just did our job."

And after that, nothing else matters.

After the four grueling exams, it's preceded by these 2 hellish tests.

I've read my notes. Memorized the formulas. Took note of the important concepts.

But when I faced the answer sheets, my mind went blank.

Maybe I'm not cut for the advance reviewing strategy. Maybe, I was really called for the profession of cramming. Maybe, I really do better when my adrenaline is fired.

These are mere assumptions, but most of the time, they were proven to be true.

It has been 3 years since I banished from my vocabulary the "advance reviewing" words. I was in my high school when I started dedicating my whole life in this special field of studying. Such action was triggered when I ranked 12th of the honor students in grade 6, when in fact, I was on the 6th since first grading.

During my first three years in high school, I became the first honor. Whatever happened during my fourth year, I still don't know. I ranked 7th on the final grading period, and that was dubbed as the 5th honorable mention. What's ironic is that, I just happened to bag most of the medals, compared to the others.

And because of that, I promised myself that I will really do better in college. One advantage of being the underdog is doing the most outrageous tactics that your opponents couldn't think of. I'm not being boastful. It's just being proud of your recent scholastic records: studying in a prestigious university and being a consistent dean's lister since freshman year.

Alright, enough of going down the memory lane. Maybe, my mind is currently suffering from mental indigestion. Information overload is the hardest thing that a student could experience. And really, there are no prescribed medicines for those two.

I really did "dilly - dally" on the exams. Take note, I studied but to no avail of getting high scores.

What did I do?

I laughed after the 2 hellish exams. I ridiculed our possible examinations' results with one friend. After all, laughter really is the best medicine especially on these times of agony.

For now, I won't guarantee anything that is positive. I won't make plans, because things don't go according to how they are planned. I will just strive harder, even if that would lead me to the exhaustible "tug of war" of studies, which means in Survivor, the survival of the fittest.

Oh wait, am I that fit? I think, someone here should start shredding off pounds.

Literally speaking, I should start (again) my diet. I noticed that my arms are getting flabbier. Talking from a figurative context, I should start prioritizing the things that I value most. That's first things first and dropping off the unwanted and unnecessary stuff.

And I think, it all bounces back to the concept of time management.

To Style is to Stylistics

This was the time when I felt a strong urge of buying a highlighter. I must buy one or two, or I won't remember the things that my mind should take note off. But no matter how hard I studied, the test was still the same: head - aching and mind boggling. Thumbs up to my favorite prof who always gives us the creeps. \m/

Mundane or Mendicancy?

Habang nasa kalagitnaan ako ng pagbabasa, sinubukan kong gamitin yung isang talent na matagal - tagal din bago ko nadiscover - stalking.

Maganda kasi yung issue. Tungkol sa isang bata na ginamit ang nagniningning na freedom of expression.

Kung titingnang maigi, yung mga nagrereact do’n sa post nung bata na nagsabi ng mga opinyon niya tungkol sa mga prestihiyosong eskwelehan dito sa Pilipinas e mas bayolente pang magreact kesa don sa mga tunay na nagaaral don sa mga eskwelehang nabanggit.

Hindi ko lang talaga makuha yung point nila. Una, kung sadya bang masyado silang naapektuhan don sa mga sinabi nung bata; Ikalawa, talagang concern lang sila; at panghuli, sadyang nakikisawsaw lang sila sa mainit na usapin.

Meron ngang tinatawag na emotive function, sabi nga ni Roman Jakobson. Pero, nakakapagtaka, kasi yung iba kung maka react naman, wagas na wagas.

Kailangan pa bang umabot sa pagdanak ng dugo sa Lupang Hinirang? Kailangan pa bang ipangalandakan na may kakulangan sa pisikal na anyo ung indibidwal? E sabi nga ni Lady Gaga, “I’m (Everyone is) beautiful on my (their) way because God makes no mistakes, I’m (We’re) on the right track baby I (We were) was born this way.”

Sa totoo lang, isang makapal na bahid na sa ating mga tao ‘to e. Natural lang na mag react tayo, lalo na kapag yung sitwasyon e talagang nakapagdudulot ng silakbo ng damdamin. Sa behaviorism, stimulus - response theory kumbaga. Kaya lang, minsan para tayong mga bulkang sumabog. Hindi na natin naisip kung tama pa ba o baluktot na yung mga isinaad natin.

Hindi ako magician, logician, psychologist o kung ano pa man. Sabi nga, “everyone is entitled to their opinion.” Tulad ng mga nilalang sa mundong ito, nais ko lang ding ilahad kung ano ang nasa isip ko.

Kaya lang, minsan sana wag umabot sa puntong yung mga opinyon natin ay mako - convert na sa “Hypotheses contrary to Fact.” Dahil darating ang panahon, na baka lahat ng mga bagay na binitawan natin ay ang siyang mga bagay na lulunukin din natin upang patuloy na humakbang at mabuhay.

Napakaganda ng mundo, at ang ikinaganda pa nito, binigyan tayo ng karapatang mabuhay at malasin ang lahat ng bagay na naririto. Sana, gamitin natin sa tama ang bawat pribilehiyo na ating natatamo.

Isa lang ang freedom of expression sa mga pribilehiyo na mayroon tayo. Magingat lang sana tayo sa paggamit nito. Ang laki ng kaibahan ng freedom of expression sa verbal offense; sa spelling, sa kahulugan at gamit nito sa bawat konteksto ng ating buhay. Iyan ay atin sanang paka - tandaan.

Coffee Indulgence

Yesterday, my group mates and I stayed at the EJ office to finish our dubbing and shooting as well. Unfortunately, only one of my group mates managed to accomplish her shoots, and the rest will continue on Saturday. I am just amused at this one group mate of mine, who is very , ahm .. I can't think of a word which will suit him fine. He has only two dialogues to dub, and I don't know why he can't seem to perfect the task.

Anyway, it's so nice to have such understanding group mates. It's not like I'm the perfect leader for every task, assignment and project, but it seems to me that one of my fortunes is to land on the hands of great and good people, who will understand me and my every flaw. I am proud of them, because if it weren't for the combined collaborative efforts, our project would be nothing at all.

And right now, as I was reminiscing the events yesterday, I am drinking my coffee and wow, it really relaxes me.

Or was it really the truth?

Coffee really relaxes me, whenever I feel tense and nervous, but not at this moment and not at this morning.

This morning, I was about to go to school earlier than usual, because along with other 2 members, we will conduct an interview at St. Theresa's College. But due to series of unfortunate events, our plan was ruined. And I take most of the blame. The best part is that, they were able to understand my reasons, and I promised that I'll make it up to them.

If you think about the agony of waking up early, then ending up reading a text from your leader about her confirmation of not coming, I guess you will really blow your lid. Call it patience or understanding, I was indeed grateful because they really have consideration.

Alright. That was it. I still have a quiz for today, and after that, whew! Another set of agony will devour my being.

Or has it began already?

Surprise Uprise

The first day of school (for the second semester) was indeed a blast. I mean, who am I kidding? I just wished for this day to be good, and God gave me more than that. Really, we should not expect, instead expect the unexpected.

I know that I won't be picked as the group's representative for the interpretative and dramatic reading, and to be honest, I was grateful because my friend Louie was chosen. I know that our group made a right choice. The only twist is that, Louie didn't get to fight until the final battle, but I know that she could make it.

I was really thankful.

The second subject made things better. :))

I was beginning to feel bad in Stylistics because of the manner to which I spoke; I thought that my mantras were useless, because I didn't organize my thoughts so well that I stammered and stuttered while expressing my ideas. I immediately wrote in my planner, and re - convince myself that I SHOULD NOT FEEL INFERIOR. What's the use of my motivation if I can't explain my ideas so well?

And that's why, I had to try; not knowing of the consequences of my actions.

I answered S' Daks 2nd question, and I must admit: with proper confidence endowed with character, I CAN REALLY EXPRESS MY IDEAS BETTER. And thank You Lord, for this one unique trait of mine - being a risk taker is definitely worth the price. :))

The best thing that happened at this period was, I received a token from S' Daks; I mean, it's not like I'm expecting it, but when he borrowed my pen and returned it to me, he handed me two gift packs; one for myself and one for my classmate.

(I was so happy that time, I was so speechless in Humanities.)

Creativity and ways to surprise yourself were the topics in the third period. I agreed to every statement that S' Sauz mentioned, because I firmly believed that each one depicted reality. And that reality unlocks my personality. :))

Well, in Logic, M' Raki was so generous, she refreshed our minds of the previous lessons. I'm grateful to her, but I guess my mind and soul weren't prepared yet for analytical thinking.

Louie, Manny, Vita, Bea, Ralph and I hangout in the EJ office, our supposedly plans for CurDev weren't followed, nevertheless, we had a GREAT day.

I'm tired and exhausted, but those were because of laughing and chatting. :))

And the bottom line of my story is that,

"I didn't expect anything, but fate or should I say God, landed me in the pathway of kings. Truly, people under the rooster sign are fortunate or should I say blessed this year."

The Difficulty of Reality

It has been approximately two weeks since I started enjoying my Christmas vacation. Along with the oh - so delectable days, I've been accomplishing school stuff and fortunately, I did finish 'em all.

Or, was it really all?

I don't know if it's plain luck or call it motivation, but I managed to do the Adversaria, Stylistics assignment and the SCL9 AVP. I just don't find the reason why I can't seem to do the Logic critique paper. It's just so difficult, head - aching and impossible.

What was to blame?

Is it my inclination towards the arts and flair for literary writing?

Is it my strong dislike towards long narratives?

Or I was just being plain lazy?

I must admit that I believe in my classmates determination though. I mean, it's not like we are always exposed to these types of texts, that's why it definitely boggles my mind as to how they managed to finish their papers. The truth is, they even had the difficulty of making their adversarias. And totally, mine is a different case.

Right now, I can't concentrate because of the constant playing of loud music in my mom's laptop. She even had these horrible speakers - making the music sound louder and clearer. The music doesn't get on my nerves. It's the sound. To think that she even had the guts to complain about our electric bills.

I can't just turn it off, my brother and I would surely fight over it. And to release my stress and agitation, I had to post a new blog entry.

There is such a thing as "noise stress." I am deeply aware that I am a music lover, but not to the extent of doing homeworks. I'm not that global, I can't concentrate and comprehend these reading materials when I am exposed to loud music, and more so, noise. In fact, I can't think while listening to those because my attention is divided. I've always been a multi - tasker, but not when reading. The place has to be quiet.

I can't figure of a way as to how I can finish my paper. Even if I lock myself on our room, I would still be hearing NOISE. And would definitely end up surfing the internet rather than making my paper.

Consideration absolutely lacks in my home. Our house isn't that big; so when people began shouting, the entire population could hear it. When they play music, they would definitely distract anybody. And it really gets on my nerves. I want to shove mom's laptop just because she went to a friend's house, and hasn't come back since 12 p.m.

And still, the music keeps on playing.

Whew! Life. Shit happens.