Filed under: Des
. . . na posibleng ligawan at pasagutin ng kahit na sinong lalaki ang kahit na sinong babae {pinakamaganda, pinakamatalino, pinakamayaman, pinakalahat} kahit na siya ang pinaka-opposite nito. dapat lang na tama ang timing. never sa mga araw na pinakamababa ang estrogen levels nya, dapat sa pinakamatataas. ang estrogen kasi ang kumokontrol sa receptiveness ng babae sa kahit na anong uri ng advances.
. . . na walang gaanong choice ang mga babae dyan. admit it, we are slaves of our hormonal cycles.
. . . na tayo, bilang adolescents ay napakaraming mga syndrome. katulad ng invincibility: anu ba yan nabuntis sya? never mangyayari sakin yan. bumagsak sya sa psychology? never mangyayari sakin yan. isa rin ang egocentrism: OMG, nakatingin silang lahat sakin. kitang kita nila na medyo madumi yung damit ko. kasi naman blahblah.
. . . gyrus ang tawag sa bulging part ng convolution ng brain at sulci naman ang depressions? or baligtad ba? ewan.
. . . ang sociology at psychology ay magkamukhang magkamukha? nalilito na ko kung ano ang lesson namin sa ano. halos pareho kasi talaga.
. . . wala na ko maisip. next time na lang uli.
since i’ve just come from my newswriting class, i might as well say something about the sinking feeling of dread that has found a home in my gut.
FOR THE RECORD, JOURNALISM HAS NEVER FELT THIS HARD FOR ME.
and to admit the fact is in itself embarrassing. i take pride in my writing and reading skills/hobbies/whatever euphemism you can think of, and to say that i am now having a hard time of it is shaming. i winged through three years’ worth of high school journalism, which i said was not even equal to a semester of college journalism in our first essay for mr. vic tirol on the first day of class. i hadn’t felt the pressure when he told us to write a five-paragraph essay; that is easy enough to do compared to what i went through in high school competitions long past. but now that the real investigative dirty work is beginning, i feel daunted by even the prospect of going out there and playing the neophyte reporter.
true, i’ve had training and it’s kind of an advantage. but golly, i didn’t know that this much was expected of me. and my being part of matanglawin doesn’t help on this count–it’s actually dooming. it’s like i grabbed the spotlight and swung it to shine full on my face, like a specimen under an electron scanning microscope. in his/her head (cause i have both sexes as professors in two different journ classes), the teacher goes “ah so this is a matanglawin member” and all sorts of associations and expectations pop up. which, frankly, i don’t know if i can fulfill or if i’d even be happy to try to do so.
but don’t get me wrong, here. i love a balance of mental ass-kicking and pure elation to keep me on track. before when i still had doubts as to whether i made the right decision about switching loyalties or not, i imagined my career options shrinking to the size of a raisin. but now! oh well. let’s just say that i regret not joining matanglawin a year earlier, then perhaps i would have learned more of the tricks of the trade as it were.
and i love my matanglawin orgmates. i mean, when i read their sharp articles in the publication i go ‘wow!’ all the time, taking into account the fact that these people write in tagalog and they don’t have such rigid red tape in the org. but now that i am an insider myself, i realize that they’re just plain people, plain friends and students who have to worry about theology just as much as i do. and that made me even prouder for and of them.
i also like the way the org is run. it’s not like guidon, where i know only the people i work with because they’re my immediate co-staffers and friends. in mata i smile and wave and talk to everyone. they’re a pretty open and unpretentious lot. kuya jed, our editor in chief, is to me the image of everything matanglawin. i try to get under his skin to see the stuff that mata editors in chief are made of and i find nothing in there that’s unusual in the least. unless, of course, you count the fact that he’s grown a moustache cause all mata eics ‘have’ one. i dunno really.
the girl beside me on computer 67 is viewing all these glamorous wedding gown photos. i wonder why she’s interested in that particular site, unless of course she’s planning a wedding in her head. hmm.
i learned something new today in newswriting class. you say biased if you’re for something and say prejudiced if you’re against it. nobody in the class knew the difference between the words and i presume that we all used them interchangeably until that moment when chay told us.
Filed under: Des
well, first time ko mag lab this week.
kahapon, sobrang masakit sa ulo. isipin mo ang four hours nang pagsilip sa mocroscope at paghahanap ng kung anu anung cells. okay lang kung nakatingin ka lang e, pero nakakhilo ang magpaikot ikot sa isang slide, na halos puro bilog ang laman. kahit both eyes open, nakakasakit pa rin ng ulo. i therefore conclude na ang mga histologist ang pinaka-mabilis tumanda sa lahat ng biologists. kasi naman laging sasakit ulo mo. e di maraming wrinkles agad yun. basta.
chem naman namin kanina. ubod ng init kasi laging nakabukas ang bunsen burner. medyo nagpanic pa ko kasi sabay lang kami nung seatmate ko, tapos mga 10 mins after magcrystallize nung kanya, wala pa ring crystals yung sakin. so nag-heat at evaporate uli ako para sa lintik na benzoic acid crystals na yan.
nakaka-worry din na kaninang umaga ko pa feeling na may sugat ako sa kamay, tas nagahhawak ako ng benzoic. e skin irritant daw yun. patay.
medyo closeness na talaga kami ng seatmates ko. magkabilang side kasi, taga-kabilang bio block. pero ayun, dahil sa sobrang sami ng panahon sa paghihintay ng crystallization ay todo usap kami.
pagkatapos nung experiment, habang hinihintay matapos ang iba, e di usap kami ni ren.
r: masakit puson ko. pero kahapon pa ko natapos. side effect kaya yun ng gamot?
(nagstart magpills c ren para ma-control ang hormones nyang nagwawala. twice a month kasi sya these past months.)
d: cguro. ako nga 2 days nang delayed.
r: hala. okay lang yan. basta, always consider abortion. uy, janina, alam mo ba, 2 days nang delayed si des! uy daisy, 2 days ng delayed si des ad infinitum.
wala. yun lang talaga huling nasa isip ko kasi ang parting words (!? parang deathbed lang) nya sakin “abortion is always an option”
uber bio major lang talaga ko. kumusta ang post tungkol sa menstrual cycle. kung kasama tlaga kayo sa block namin, maweiweirduhan kayo sa mga topic ng usapan, madalas mga body processes with intimidating details.
hay nako yang german ha. parang gusto ko tlaga mag-minor. kaya lang nakakamatay mag-advance. parang ayaw ko na umuwi pag ganun.
Filed under: Karls
mukang tanga talaga. mukang tanga.
grabe, ngayon ko lang naranasan ang ganitong uri ng pressure sa journalism ha. kasi nung hayskul pa banjing-banjing lang kami ni jett e, kaya nagawa pa nga namin na maglabas ng mesina-rombawa edition ng the rizalian e. ngayon, juicekopongpineapple, ang hirap. at hindi ko pwedeng i-bullshit ang mga prof ko kasi expert na sila dito. yung isa nga parang lolo na sa tanda e. well inaamin niya na naman yun, don’t worry, hindi ako nagiging unkind sa mga elders. bale 40+ years na siyang journalist at siguro naman sa haba ng panahon na yon nakakita na siya ng enough na experience kaya hindi ko nga siya pwedeng lokohin sa trabaho.
at alam niyo naman kung gaano ako kaseryoso dito. trabaho talaga to. at for the first time, i feel na talagang seryosohan na yung ginagawa ko. parang feeling ko tuloy, ang inadequate ko for the job. huhu
Filed under: Des
nag-e-mail yung blockmate ko ng mga jokes. i-share ko lang yung mga nakakatuwa, sa aking pananaw.
—————–
Little Johnny watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on her face. “Why do you do that, mommy?” he asked.
“To make myself beautiful,” said his mother, who then began removing the cream with a tissue.
“What’s the matter?” asked Little Johnny. “Giving up?”
—————–At Sunday School they were teaching how God created everything, including human beings. Little Johnny, a child in the kindergarten class, seemed especially intent when they told him how Eve was created out of one of Adam’s ribs.
Later in the week his mother noticed him lying down as though he were ill, and said, “Johnny what is the matter?”
Little Johnny responded, “I have a pain in my side. I think I’m going to have a wife.”
—————–
Little Johnny’s kindergarten class was on a field trip to their local police station where they saw pictures, tacked to a bulletin board, of the 10 most wanted criminals. One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person.
“Yes,” said the policeman. “The detectives want very badly to capture him.”
Little Johnny asked, “Why didn’t you keep him when you took his picture?”
—————–WIFE: Himala! aga mong umuwi ngayon.
HUSBAND: Sunod ko lang utos ng boss ko. Sabi nya “GO TO HELL”, kaya ito uwi agad ako..
—————–Pedro: Galing ako sa doktor, nakabili ako ng hearing aid. Grabe! Ang linaw na ng pandinig ko!
Juan: Talaga?! Magkano bili mo?
Pedro: Kahapon lang
—————-Outside a secondhand shop:
WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING – BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES ETC.
WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?
Sign on motorway garage:
PLEASE DO NOT SMOKE NEAR OUR PETROL PUMPS…
YOUR LIFE MAY NOT BE WORTH MUCH BUT OUR PETROL IS
Notice in a field:
THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES
Sign on a repair shop door:
WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING.
(PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR – THE
BELL DOESN’T WORK)
ewan. basta ayan ang mga bumenta sakin e.
Filed under: Chan
so ngaun ang buong sem ko ay isang masalimuot na adventure. tuwing mwf ba naman eh mga subjects ko eh kabisaduhan at may mga readings na makapal pa sa libro ng buhay. hehe
sa histo ako kinakabahan. sobrang galing ng prof ko kaya di ko masakyan. ayos naman kasi ayaw nya ng objective. ayaw niyang kinakabisado namin mga dates at names ng mga taong tinuturo niya. gusto niya yung events mismo at kung ano yung nangyari. nakaka-challenge pero nakakakaba.
sa ibang bagay ay ayos lang ako. may pagbabago nga lang ngayong sem. di tulad ng dati. hay.
mis ko na kayo. nakakalungkot din pala pag wala kayo. hehe senti time.
so ngayon ang plano ko ay magbago.
