73 sa EDPS015

A, B+, B+, B, B, at 73..

yan ang mga marka na aking nakuha sa mga subjects ko last semester sa ADNU.

Aus na sana ang lahat pero bakit ay failed ako na subject at ang subject na yun pa ay ang pinakamadaling subject na aking napagdaanan!

Na stressed out talaga ako ng sobra at pinuntahan ko ang propesor na tanga sa kanilang opisina ngunit hindi ko siya mahagilap.

Sinira niya ang pangarap kong mag cum laude sa aking graduation dahil lang sa subject niyang wala naman ngang kuwenta.



Huhuhu!!!!



TANG INA MO SIR!!!!

Seminarista? Sino?

1 sunny humid day, my class in Ancient Philo ended too early so I decided to walk with one of my girl classmate to the cafeteria and have some heavy snack. While we walked we bumped into a boy whom my classmate recognized as an old friend who was once a seminarian so she said her hello and politely asked "Seminarian?"

I noticed that the boy had a sudden dark look on his face. He shook his head heavily and said "No way!" And he scrambled away as though in an urgent hurry.

Witnessing what the boy did, I just smiled and sighed deeply.
As we helped ourselves to the served blessing in front of us, quiet curious, I asked my classmate if she was certain the boy she bumped into was a seminarian before.

"Of course yes! What a funny boy, denial king he is," she answered trying very hard to stifle her laughs.


Well, I just cannot figure out a reason why Mr. denial king flatly denied that he was once seminarian. Perhaps, he just does not want to be given much attention or maybe grievances hide in the deepest of his emotions. He might have deep reasons to deny a part of his life like hiding a chapter of a novel by scraping it off however his reasons might not be justifiable enough to deny a colorful part of his life.

Aswang sa Philo Dept

It was the day for the subject enlistment at Ateneo de Naga University, I'd chosen almost 30 units roughly equivalent to 10 subjects, disregarding the zero-unit subject that is indispensable prior to graduation.

I came first so I was first in line to be advised and to have my subjects reserved and encoded.

"Whoa! whatta?! Why in the world are you taking 30 units, considering the curriculum puts the limit to 24 or so?" a Philo prof started berating.

"Well, I thought a student could take a maximum loads of 31 units?", I answered flatly.

"However, the curriculum is there to guide you. So if you think you are smarter than the curriculum then so be it!", the Professor continued.

"I, in my part, chose these subjects for my 2nd semester because I am certain I cannot just handle but can do well with these! Hang on! Are you doing the advisement?" said I feverishly.

"Oh no! Not necessarily, but--"

"There you go! So what are you meddling at my subjects for?" I interrupted.

And just in time, the professor in-charge came perhaps he overheared from our conversation.

"So, Mr. Patrick are you sure you can do with these subjects?" The prof in-charge began questioning.

"Of course!" I answered indignantly.

"Well, you sure is a first year. Tell you what, we are after quality here, not quantity. If you'll take my advise, I must say you drop two from your subject of choice and we shall continue with your enlisment," he explained as though selling me a unit from Avida House and Lot.

"Ahhhhmmm," I thought for a while. "Okay!", I sighed.

The Philo prof whom I had a bad exchange of words said nothing and smiled as he looked me in the eyes. I just avoided his eyes by darting mine to the computer where my subjects were being encoded. "You'll have a day with me and I sure am gonna get to skin you alive! Aswang!" I muttered under my breath".

Ang Pagbabalik!

I've been lost for a long while, never even thinking of viewing my blog!

Exams that cause my nose to bleed like there's no tommorow, Books that I went pressing my nose on, many pages of paper works to blame why every now and then my brain would twinge and hurt and extremely annoying activities deprived me of being back to my blogspot.

Bye for now..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me!

BIRTHDAY KO NA!


im already 17 years old!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me!

The Dementors attacking

I was having double thoughts before bathing myself at half past two in the afternoon whether to sit and listen while Father Tria, the chair person of The Philosophy Dept. in Ateneo de Naga delivers things he reckons right to say, or just to slump onto the comfy seat in the living room while I press my nose closely to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and sieze from time by time indulging deliciously home made potato chips from the enormous bowl that is tremendously fragile.

Out of nowhere, I felt the need to attend to the former choice so as to save myself from the scolding of my Professor (anonymous) while doing some scowling against the feeble body of mine, left without choice but to try my bestest not to explode acting like a better man than his apparently intelligent professor.

While the talk was in progress, all I did was to nod as a sign of my approval and affirmation whenever the Priest darts is sight towards me as though seeking for a scripted and practiced affirmation from a sixteen-year, old turning seventeen in the 11th of September 2008, boy. Nevertheless, I survived by consoling myself that I did this for a purpose--something big awaits for me in the time ahead.

After some time, the open forum came. Many students and professors from different walks of life bombarded Mr. Tria, the priest, questions that nearly knocked me off my seat and made me busy watching my nose positioned inverted for I was afraid blood would leak down at any moment of time.

The people who darted questions in the direction of the priest seemed to me as though dementors getting near Harry Potter that make Mr. Potter lost for words, a truth that seems happening to the priest. Nevertheless, the noble priest had managed to escape the dementors using his Patronus that is to say he found ways to overcome the problem he faced.

Pangangampanya!

It's time to show the world what we've got!





please do vote for Mayon VOLCANO as one of the new seven wonders of the world!





Mayon Volcano is second to none in beauty!

Visit www.n7w.com and get your votes counted. support as well other grandeur that we have, chocolate hills, subterranean river, and the Tubattaha reef--all found in the Philippines.

Une Prière française.

Le Dieu le Plus cher,

Amour et Père puissant. Vos Enfants se mettent à genoux et saluent leurs Dieu devant vous. Dieu me donne la force youre pour continuer à se battre, votre souffle pour continuer à vivre et votre amour pour continuer à aimer mes frères et soeurs comme vous faites.

Je vous aime Dieu.
Amen.

Ouch!

Paano kasi yang anak mong si Patrick, ang ugali pang mayaman.Grabe makareklamo sa buhay, antaas mangarap, hindi naman marunong magtiis. Ngayon, grabe pa makaasta.

Yan ang text message na finorward saakin ng mom ko. na galing sa pinsan ko!

I never knew that this cousin of mine was stabbing me at the back...The moment I recieved this message, I felt awfully bad. It was when I was in an Internet Cafè. the rush of my emotions made me bury my face into my hanky. I felt suddenly that tears were glinting my eyes.

Lesson learned ...

"There are persons who show good treatment to us, whom we thought kind enough, but once we turn back, out of our knowledge, they point accusations and say negative things against our back"

An inebriated instant star!

Dinner time was over so I decided to take a walk along the subdivision under the gleaming stars and glistening moon.

A scenario caught my attention.
A drunk man stood still in a spot just beside the power post.
He held a sharp metal object that is usually used for cutting towering grown grass--Scythe, I suppose.
Out of nowhere, he shouted words same sort of those that Harry speaks in Parselmouth.
Sooner, perhaps 10 meters away, people flock around this man who went eagerly hitting the ground and the post.
So, I squeezed my way through the chattering crowd and asked them what was going on.
A middle old aged woman told me that the man who made a scene, demanded a few words with his brother-in-law, who is a sergeant.
The man threatened us that he would get anybody off his head if the sergeant would not come.

Minutes later, the baranggay tanods came with their wooden batuta and spoke to the man while observing distances enough to spare themselves from being headless patrolmen. The drunk man refused to listen and still went demanding.

A man riding on a big bike stopped and advanced to the drunk man causing the latter to raise his hand that held the grass-cutter. It was the sergeant. The people watching the scene got nervous and some of them let out squeals, high pitched enough that they almost caused my eardrums to break.

While the people were getting anxious, I was enjoying the thrills and surprises of the commotion.

The sergeant grabbed a gun from his side and pointed it to drunk man's direction and muttered some dialogs.

Surprisingly, the drunk man put down the sharp thing he held right away and threw his arms around the sergeant's middle and hugged him tightly.

And they lived happily ever after.

POVErTy

isang araw umuwi ako sa Legazpi!


"mommy, asan na pala kotse nating bulok?" tanong kay mommy ko..

"pinapapaayos!", sabat ng kapatid ko.

"pinapayos saan?"

"Gagu! pinapaayos ng bagong may-ari!"

"Mommy? binenta na kotse natin? (na bulok..sabi mo sa isip ko)"

"Oo"

"Eh di wala na tayo kotse?", angal ko sa kanila

"Oo, eh kailangan din natin, wala ng trabaho si Daddy mo" paliwanag niya.

Naghihirap na nga talaga kami! Totoo na to, sabi ko sa sarili ko!..
gayon na nga! isang araw ulit..

"Kuya, bakit hindi ko na nakikita motor mo? pinahiram mo na naman sa kaklase mo no?!"

"Anong ipapahiram?!"

"Eh di yung motor! duh?"

"Anong motor pinagsasabi mo? binenta na rin!"

"HAAAAH?!! is that fir real??!!"

"Gagu! Oo! mahirap na tayo kaya wag ka na mag-aral sa Ateneo!"


Yan ang katotohanan! Naghihirap na kami! kaya hindi na ako magugulat na pag-uwi ko sa bahay next time eh! wala na tv, radio, ref namin...


hay..

Kahihiyan 1

masakit pa ang aking kamay dahil sa aking pagkapaso habang ginagawa ang BLOG na to...


As usual, I had my lunch in KFC again, I ordered the pasta with chicken chunks, Nakalimutan ko na tawag don, na tig 75 pesos with MUG at brownies na tig 15 pesos...
I found a seat next to somebody whom I recognized, and I put my Mug, brownies and the bowl of that Chicken pasta thing on the table. Suddenly, nagdrama si chicken pasta bowl at nag dive sa sahig bago pa man ako makaupo!

(Parang nagslow motion ang paligid habang ako nama'y inaabot ang bowl, sa pagiisip na baka ito mabasag)

!SPLASH!
So I immediately grabbed the bowl just to found out na nahulog na lahat ng pagkain sa sahig! Napaso pa mga daliri ko! sabay sigaw ng 'SHIT!' Yung kasama ko naman, with concern, inabot sa akin lahat ng tissue na para ba akong tumae!


Of course, the usual me, I stood up, gained my poise and decided to order another one pasta chicken bowl. I said over and over again "okay lang yan" at "Oops! sorry" sa mga natapunan. Kahit sa kaibuturan ng aking puso eh gusto ko ng magwala..

"Tangna naman oh! ba't ba kasi hindi pantay ang magkadikit na table na yan! Oh kayong mga service crew anong tinitingin tingin niyo jan?! panonoorin niyo na lang ba akong pinapanood ng madaming tao?! Galaw! Galaw! Nasan ba ang manager niyo!!

Hay after ten years siguor saka pa lang may lumapit sa akin na service crew at sinabing
"SIR! linisin ko na ba?"

"OP KORS! alangan naman kainin ko pa yan!! ano akala mo saakin POOR?!"

And there it was, Lumapit ako sa counter na para lang walang nangyari habang nakatingin sa akin ang buong mundo with mouths open! tsaka umorder ulit!

It was so embarrasing but I managed to handle the situation as smooth as possible..

lesson learned? huwag ng umorder nag pasta bowl sa KFC!

Having coffe with 'mind-loosing Philo Profs' I

I was devouring my mouth watering lunch at KFC at around 1:45 pm when I received a text message from my Philosophy Professor.

"Patrick we won't have class. Let's just have coffee at coko cafe by 3pm, it will be
my belated treat for my birthday last Saturday..blah..blah..blah..."


Coko CAFe is located inside Ateneo. My principle in life is never to be late, agree? So I entered coko cafe by 3 o'clock, more or less, expecting that my prof was already there waiting for me. I was stupid to expect such thing. I waited for nearly fifteen minutes. When I stepped in, a service crew greeted me and ask me what was my order, in English ha. So, I replied with the British accent that I used to do in the Seminary,

"Actually my professor told me that we would meet here, so I am wondering where is he now"

Then, the Englisherong crew said in a friendly tone,

"What is the name of your professor? Sir"

And I replied in a more friendly tone, hiding my irritated response,

"Oh surely you don't know him, perhaps he didn't yet arrive. I'll just wait for him and I suppose you could leave me alone while waiting"

Maybe the service crew was just trying to handle my rudeness in a friendly manner so he said with a smirk,

"Oh that's fine, I hope he won't arrive at our closing time"

Then, he went away from me. When I was about to send my professor a text message asking where he is already, I heard the irritable voice of the same crew saying,

"Good afternoon sir, what do you want for Merienda?"

And at long last, my Professor had arrived with an another Philo professor coming near to me. They acted like little children as they approached me and ignored the crew. My professor apologized for they were late.

"Good enough Sir, I deserve your apology" loko lang! actually I said it's ok!
Then we went straight toward the counter to make our order. My professor and his friend were like teletubbies who acted very childish, and said funny crap words that made us break into a roar of laughter.

"Meron ba kayong WORLD PEACE?"
"Ako naman order ko ay DEATH OF BUSH"

"WAHAHA!" they laughed resembling the way Nicole Hiyala and her partner in Balasubas at Balahura laugh contagiously.

Then they asked me, "What's yours Patrick"
and I replied, "Ice coffee, Mocha"
then a crew asked back, "tall or Grandii"
"WAHAHAHA!" My prof and his friend laughed again, "It's Grande! not Grandii"
So I said, hiding myself laughing, "just Grande."

And finally we found our table. When we sat, they bombarded me with questions, all asking me what made me busy this weekend. As expected, I answered their questions dramatically. After my answers, I shot back with my question,

"So Sir, you've just turned?" Unexpectedly, the other Professor said, "Well, I've just turned around"
"WAHAHAH!" we laughed in Chorus.I never expected my professor and his friend, also a Philo prof, to act that way they did. They were so funny, messy, and scandalous--hehehe. I felt like they were at my age that time due to what they were doing.

...abangan part II...

EXAM KO sa Philosophical Theories of Civil Society

The form of the government the Philippine adopts is Republican, and it seeks the Democratic way. Republic, according to Mr. Collins, is a form of government in which the people or their elected representatives posse the supreme power. Carefully analyzing the description, Mr Collins has this obscure essential thing to convey to us. As you are observant enough, you'll notice it states there that the supreme power rests primarily on the people, that he uses or before elected representatives for us to comprehend that the people have it more than representatives do—the power. If Mr. Collins were to have mouth, he would deliver his his definition of Republic with the outmost stress upon saying people, to give emphasis. The idea of me analyzing the definition's essence constitutes to Rousseau's notion of Civil Society that the people, hold the power, as the sovereign, with their representatives just submitting themselves to what is agreed upon by the people.
Being brutally honest, I couldn't figure out specific situations, either nationally or locally, which somehow prove Rousseau's notion of Civil Society. I've utilized my power of imaginations, made my intellect fly around with its wings, and envisioned picture perfect scenes yet I just could stumble on things that disagree to the way Rousseau view his civil society. Things like beggars on the street being used by the syndicates, poor fellows dying for just a kilogram or two of rice., activists getting lost and their families crying out for justice, political figures patronizing rampant corruptions and many more stuff just cause my mind to be blind, and be not able to see what good things are still left in the civil Society where we are in.
According to Rousseau, “And although in the civil society man surrenders some of the disadvantages that belong to the state of nature, he gains in return far greater ones.” Yes, indeed he explains it very well that upon the submission of some of our powers, we do create a body that would guarantee us goodness, security, contentment, and justice. Do Filipino's experience that? No! We never do. We submit ourselves to contract with the officials by paying taxes, observing laws, obeying orders, giving them he power to lead and so many limited things, but never do these officials, the government, pay something good, something substantial, and something that would ensure and gratify our absolute security. Funny it is that we still go into contract with the officials, Gloria herself, though we see that we are being faced by the truth we are cheated, we get corrupted, and we experience injustice. If that is so, we shall end transcending powers and obedience to them. They are never true to our contact. Rousseau believes, “The commitments which bind us to the social contract are obligatory because they are mutual.”
First situation, I would like to put into evaluation is the Hello Garci scandal of Gloria Macapagal Arroyo. It is then an obvious manifestation that we are being played and fooled by her—President, they call her. We are the justified if we'll get back the power which we vested upon her, as Rousseau says, “..they are such that, though perhaps never formally stated, they are everywhere the same tacitly admitted and recognized; and that if ever the social pact is violated, every man regains his natural freedom for which he exchanged it.” It will be righteous if ever we do so. Besides, we are no longer in contract with her, so we are not anymore bound to follow her orders, and render obedience to the power Gloria has. “The duty of obedience is owed only to legitimate powers”. Well, of what she did, she is well thought-out illegitimate.
Second situation, I believe to be evaluated, is the ZTE issue. What right does Gloria have to engage into contract with China? She didn't even consult the people, as a mere representative. We can clearly say that we have the right to file a suit against her if we'll just carry it out according to Rousseau, “However, since the body politic, or sovereign, owes its being to the sanctity of the contract alone, it cannot commit itself, even in treatise with foreign powers, to anything that would derogate from its original act of association. To violate the act which has given its existence is to annihilate itself.” Gloria, as our Head-of-State should have consulted us, such that it concerns us all. Yet again, we see another act of violation.
Third situation, which we thought right, is the body politic that claims they do represent us. Rousseau supposes, “My argument, then, is that sovereignty, being nothing other than the exercise of the general will, can never be alienated, and that the sovereign, which is simply a collective being cannot be represented by anyone but itself—power may be delegated, but the will cannot be.” We can now stand to say that we are erroneous assuming that the representatives we vote and we designate to power actually represent us. How can they if they don't even meet us in an assembly, or at least the major citizens, and spare time to hear each and everyone's voice to come up with the general will that Rousseau says. “General will studies the common interests.” What they represent are just themselves, they never do have the sentiments of the people, e.g. Congressman Edcel Lagman, he never has the sentiments of the Albayanos when he started a motion for the legalization of abortion. In fact, they ought to represent the people for they are held representatives. Congressmen must go out of their houses, assemble the district, and do some deliberations. After having the deliberations, the true representation follows. Rousseau cites, “ From the deliberations of the people properly informed, and provided its members do not have communication among themselves, the great number of small differences will always produce a general will and the decision will always be good.” Suppose the deliberation, Rousseau believes in, frequently happens, there can we consider a true representation. More so in making laws as legislators, Rousseau says, “We have seen that the legislative power belongs to, and can only belong to the people.” Precisely, we are the legislators and we just appoint them to represent us in making motions for the creations and modifications of laws. It's a big mistake to assume that the representatives who push motions to the Congress parallel our minds whenever they do, bearing in mind that a deliberation never happens then. There must, first, be the reckoning of the people's sentiments, cares, concerns, and worries before a law be represented in the Congress. Another concrete situation is the phenomenology of the Lawyers speaking in behalf of the party lists of the farmers, associations of transport groups, and the organizations of workers. Why not allow them speak for themselves and represent their kind to the Congress? They do have the rights to speak and represent themselves because these lawyers do not feel how it is like to be farmers, drivers, laborers and etc. Not letting them do so, is depriving them of their rights. Each of us has equal rights in this contract, so if one can speak, why others cannot?
Last situation, as this is going too long already, is the prohibiting of the government to multitudes of persons doing rallies to express their grief and disappointment to the government,well, it's their rights. I just hardly see it why the government sends polices and armies to stop them—worst scenarios are the use of Firetrucks to force the people away and policemen using wooden arms to hurt these people thus causing them to retreat out of disability to fight.
As I run out of space, I'll just make some conclusions. The essence of sovereignty shows that the people should not always be following. The officials are the ones to, first and foremost, follow for they are never masters but servants to the people. Rousseau believes, “If a people promises simply to obey, it dissolves itself by the very pledge, it ceases to be people; for once there is a master, there is no longer a sovereign, and the body politic is therefore annihilated.” Obedience is a part of the contract. If obedience takes part so does freedom. In this civil society, we must be vigilant enough, we must be aware of our rights, and we must stand always for what we believe is right.
*Note : All contents are just opinions of the writer. Any persons offended by this essay shall have no rights to sue the writer of any case, such as libel or written defamation. : - )
PATRICK DAVE F. EBID

Sino ba siya?

One day, I was walking along the pathways inside Ateneo when somebody passed by me then I found myself looking at her back until she was out of my sight!..

Ewan ko ba kung anong masamang ispiritu ang nasa kaniya na nakuha niya ang aking attention na para akong ginamitan ng Stupefy! ng kahit sino mang able of using magic sa mundo ni Harry Potter.. the only difference is that bumalik ako sa aking ulirat when her image was out of my sight na!

sino ba siya? I'm pretty sure Estudyante siya...so it means, I could know her name..

It must me ZHAMFONG!

Mga Pamatay na pick up lines...

Pag may CRUSH tayo.. sometimes, we do all impressive stuffs para mapansin..
Kunwari'y tatambling para lang mapansin ni mestisang kapag dumadaan ay parang
nasa 7th heaven ka na, o kaya naman manlilibre kay ineng para lang magpakyut..hay..


pero despite the pagiging MR. SUAVE natin eh hindi pa rin kayo mapansin pansin?..
then you would say that "Eh kasi si God hindi pa ako inasinta ng nagshower ng good looks
at pamatay na karisma!"..

Mga Chong, Mga dude, ala yan sa looks o sa dating! yan ay nasa Pick up lines!
Yes! you've read it right... pick up lines... and to help you,, here are some pero pamatay!

• geometry ba ang favorite subject mo? kc khit anong angle ang kyut mo eh!
• alam mo ba na scientist ako? kc kaw ang LAB ko!
• anong height mo? pano ka nagkasya sa puso ko?
• magalong ka siguro sa puzzles, kasi umaga pa lang nabuo mo na araw ko!
• hindi tayo hayop! hindi tayo tao! Bagay tayo!
• bangin ka ba? nahulog kasi ako sau!
• I'm a bee! can u be my honey?
• may license ka ba? cause ur driving me crazy!

wahaha! oh pano mga chong! pili na! solb na problema mO! nyahaha!

Ang Sampung utos nina Emperador at San Miguel

Nabubuhay tayo sa mundong madaming dapat sundin, at madaming dapat di gawin. Totoo na ang ating kilos at araw-araw na gawain ay ginagabayan ng mga sikat na utos na nakasulat. Pagdating sa Simbahan, nariyan ang Ten Commandments. Sa paaralan nariyan ang Student's handbook. Sa bahay nariyan ang House constitution na nakasulat sa sinturon ni Daddy, at bunganga ni Mommy. Napaka dami nila, para maiba naman, nais kong ipakilala sa inyo ang mga batas ng magkakatropa pagdating sa tagayan. Ito'y tinatawag kong Ang SAmpung utos nina Emperador at San Miguel.

• Huwag makulit habang umiinom (hindi ka bata)
• Huwag patagalin ang shot glass (may nagaantay)
• Huwag inom ng inom (bumili ka din)
• Uminom diretso sa tiyan (hindi sa ulo)
• Huwag matakaw sa pulutan (hindi to picnic)
• Magpaalam pag-uuwi (hindi bigla na lang mawawala)
• Magtira ng pamasahe (para di maglakad pauwi)
• Huwag tutulog sa harap ng inuman (hindi jan kuwarto mo)
• Siguraduhing sa bahay ang uwi (hindi sa motel)
• At higit sa lahat, Huwag tikman ang katabi (hindi siya pulutan)

Chef ako I

Isang araw...

Tanghali na pero tulog pa rin ako, at ang aking mga kapatid... Kami lang ang mga tao sa bahay nong araw na iyon. Walang ng katulong... at sina Daddy at Mommy ay nasa trabaho!Ako ang unang gumising saamin...pagkamulat ng aking mga mata na may mga muta pa, agad ni dinukot ang cellphone sa ilalaim ng unan at chineck ang mga messages na karamihan ay naglalaman ng "magandang umaga" at ang iba'y "Goodnight!"
Napag isip isip ko....Magluto kaya ako.... Para maiba naman at hindi na kami pupunta sa LCC legazpi para bumili ng ulam, kapag walang ibang tao sa bahay. Sa bagay, minsan na lang ako mapasyal sa bahay namin sa Legazpi...It's show time...ahahaha!
May natira pa namang kanin sa rice cooker kaya sinimulan ko na ang pagluluto!

.........................matapos ang isang oras.......................
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!tyadan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

luto na ang aking masterpieces! ADOBONG PORKCHOP with Pineapple chunks!
Well, nasarapan naman ang aking mga kapatid sa aking luto... kaya napag-isip isip ko na bakit hindi na lang ako mag "culinary arts"...

SA SEMINARY...

Balikan natin ang mga pagababago na nangyari sa aking buhay sa rurok ng aking stay sa seminary..

SA Seminary...

SA seminary pumagit ang skin ko!
(HYPOTHESIS)
Kulang sa tulog...
maalikabok...
panget mga kasamahan...
mala big island adventure ang paligid...
stressed sa manualia...

SA seminary nagmukha akong cheap!
Sa seminary naging immoral ako!
(HYPOTHESIS)
DAhil sa impluwensya ng Alcohol...
natutong patulan lahat ng bagay...
namit ko ulit si DJ MIX, na dati kong prinamis na lulubayan ko na...
dahil nga kay DJ mIX namit ko yung bago.. si MAria Juanita.
Nagpatangay sa isang tao na mapunta sa may mga ilaw na patay sindi...

Being alone in the midst of uncertainties

"Maybe you'll grow happier and more matured outside."
-Fr. John Jeneval Palomar, OMI

Those were the few words that broke my heart and brought me into a state of confusion last April 16, 2008. The way I felt would not be that worse if my money were not lost a couple of hours before the disparaging words I heared from the mouth of Fr. Palomar. As a student seminarian, a 2 thousand pesos is really a big big amount of money, considering that a kind should live out the life of poverty. I got mad and felt like I was going crazy. Many questions came into my central nervous system thus making me act and think like a mad man on the roof. Well, just imagine that you had an extra money for your vices and light addictions and that you already made up your mind where to spend your extra wealth and then after a wind came blown by the heavy clouds , Alas! the money was already gone.
See, how crazy you will be if the same thing happens to you. And the worst of all was when I heard the breaking words uttered by the Father Superior in line with his decision to who will stay in the seminary and who will be advised to exit. It seemed like the day April 16, 2008 was the most unlucky day I've ever experienced in my whole life as a seminarian. However, it made me learn a lot of lessons that until now, I still carry with me.

Confusion 1

Lecheng blog to... hindi sinusunod ang gusto ko.

Lagi na lang iba ang kinakalabasan sa tuwing pinopost q na!

kakaasar!