No classes today due to the typhoon...
damn im thankful for this one whole day of rest
Bur as i continue each day i felt like theres something missing in the torn pcs. of my nicotine patches... Theres this one person who unconsciously filled the hole in me. to that person you know who you are. a friend with benefits ei? hehehehe....
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
consuming a little space
What is it that we learn when we are in the classroom? I’ve been a student for about sixteen years and it is a question I ask all the time. 21 grams. 21 grams. That keeps reverberating in my head. What makes a man, man? My head seemed to have become a machine for so much questions ever since I entered school. Queries, are essential tools to reveal what’s unknown, an eye opener, a weapon to emancipate oneself from ones’ innocence. As for me it is a stepping stone to unbound oneself from the chains that is tightly surrounding our wrists to keep it from being apart. This is how I see it. But the best thing about it is that it led me to different experiences. Experiences which contributed so much to my character may it be positive, nor negative I can never deny the fact that it is one of the factors which gave so much impact to my life as a student and as an individual.
Everyday I sit on my own wooden chair which seemed to have begged for a bit of space inside the classroom. Thankful enough to fit in on just one corner standing still, and hoping to be given the permission to remain on its place pretending to be comfortable but very much satisfied to stay on the four corners of the room. That wooden chair became a mirror of my self. Each day I enter that room where my chair is placed and as I sit on it I start to get stuck in my own little brain with a wide ranged imagination wandering along the boulevard of my broken dreams, singing with all my twisted thoughts free flow to everlasting memories. As I turn my eyes around It has become easy to see who are lost, who are about to get lost and who are newly found. A classroom sets us in permanent time and space. But every time I’m inside this box I feel like it is what makes flying impossible. And that is why we keep on struggling, searching, praying that we will see something there in between, then and there that exceeds all we can dream. And that is how we found this portfolio as our own sanctuary . And our daily lectures are our own different experiences, which turned out to be the small accounts of our lives. We found a place where learning is a lifetime. welcome to our own classroom .
To end, this is what this portfolio is for; it is the document that shows the diversity of our group. A reminder, an invitation to remember; to commit what we’ve become to written memory.
Everyday I sit on my own wooden chair which seemed to have begged for a bit of space inside the classroom. Thankful enough to fit in on just one corner standing still, and hoping to be given the permission to remain on its place pretending to be comfortable but very much satisfied to stay on the four corners of the room. That wooden chair became a mirror of my self. Each day I enter that room where my chair is placed and as I sit on it I start to get stuck in my own little brain with a wide ranged imagination wandering along the boulevard of my broken dreams, singing with all my twisted thoughts free flow to everlasting memories. As I turn my eyes around It has become easy to see who are lost, who are about to get lost and who are newly found. A classroom sets us in permanent time and space. But every time I’m inside this box I feel like it is what makes flying impossible. And that is why we keep on struggling, searching, praying that we will see something there in between, then and there that exceeds all we can dream. And that is how we found this portfolio as our own sanctuary . And our daily lectures are our own different experiences, which turned out to be the small accounts of our lives. We found a place where learning is a lifetime. welcome to our own classroom .
To end, this is what this portfolio is for; it is the document that shows the diversity of our group. A reminder, an invitation to remember; to commit what we’ve become to written memory.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tambucho
type ng type tsk tsk... pakeramdam ko nagmumuka nakong kahera sa SM supermarket kapipindot ewan ko ba bakit ganito pakeramdam...
After recieving my physics homework from my prof it was an essay about what are my goals for the first grading period. And after recieving it he wrote a small note on the right side of the paragraph. The words "good luck!" I cant distinguish whether he meant it to encourage me or to make me feel that what i wrote in my assignment was impossible to happen. Since childhood i hate it when people come to me and say goodluck! i feel like something unpleasent is about to happen. (bad Omen) hahaha.
haha speaking of my childhood theres one thing that i cannot forget for its something that i always enjoyed doin. I place my fingers in the electric fan while its working after pressing the 2nd button i slowly insert my fingers in and let it bleed. i just turn the fan off when i cant resist the pain then immediately show my mom my three bleedin fingers and make her believe that the entire thing was an accident. She was very worried while i am very comftable because i know that she'll do somethin about it. hahah then after a short period of time. i do the same thing again hahaha spiral sin daw according to mr. nuelan
After recieving my physics homework from my prof it was an essay about what are my goals for the first grading period. And after recieving it he wrote a small note on the right side of the paragraph. The words "good luck!" I cant distinguish whether he meant it to encourage me or to make me feel that what i wrote in my assignment was impossible to happen. Since childhood i hate it when people come to me and say goodluck! i feel like something unpleasent is about to happen. (bad Omen) hahaha.
haha speaking of my childhood theres one thing that i cannot forget for its something that i always enjoyed doin. I place my fingers in the electric fan while its working after pressing the 2nd button i slowly insert my fingers in and let it bleed. i just turn the fan off when i cant resist the pain then immediately show my mom my three bleedin fingers and make her believe that the entire thing was an accident. She was very worried while i am very comftable because i know that she'll do somethin about it. hahah then after a short period of time. i do the same thing again hahaha spiral sin daw according to mr. nuelan
Di -na-mit-a
I was wandering along the halls of the campus, very satisfied being alone. Well it doesnt really mater what people think and say about me what matters is what i think and what i say nothing else matters. The truth is i dont really mind if nobody likes me, who says i like them in the first place? Everybody's free to call me different names like bitch or epal or anythin they wanted to call me. The hell i care why would i stoop down to their level? All they know is just get themselves pimped and look like whores walking down the streets with backpacks and all those patweetums facial expressions. "imahe ng mga salot ng bayan yan lang xe alam atupagen eh kawawa naman" Well just so you know little miss Betty Boops i dont find it a problem if i spend my time alone awh remember when you sarcastically said "huhu.. wawa naman xa walang ksma" the truth is im better off without you nor with anybody else.
Umm excuse me if you dont mind id like to hear more of your side comments and descriminations. It would be much better if you'll talk to me face to face only cowards say somethin behind somebody and you're the best example for that. God Bless you mmuwah! ^_^
Umm excuse me if you dont mind id like to hear more of your side comments and descriminations. It would be much better if you'll talk to me face to face only cowards say somethin behind somebody and you're the best example for that. God Bless you mmuwah! ^_^
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