tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26328209125236278522012-02-14T11:06:38.955+08:00rude shots of awakening and harsh dozes of realityJes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.comBlogger1411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-18907499563788539772012-02-14T11:07:00.000+08:002012-02-14T11:06:39.064+08:00

My friend and I were playing around this word yesterday (Yes, words can be played around with.) And it got stuck in my head like a song. It keeps coming back and I say it in my mind involuntarily. So much so that its meaning started to make more sense to me, and I realized how appropriate this word is to my life right now. Overhaul. I think it's too premature to say, but I'm at that point

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This was from Postsecret. It felt like i shared this secret myself, but I guess this feeling is universal in some way. It couldn't be more cliche to say that 2011 was a year of smiles and tears, because really, every year it is. But what does make 2011 special? It's the fact that I actually had the time to make an entry on its last day. Hahaha. Seriously though, if i were to label this year

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I'm just going to cut right through it--I won a 22 inch LCD television in our company raffle! Haha! I'm not used to winning in raffles and such that's why i felt absolutely lucky that I even got close to the prize. It also doesn't help that drawing system entitled the winner to wait til the end to know if they won. Anyway, i did win it. I'm ecstatic to use it. My first television that I actually

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Intervention. Sounds so serious. Yet at first I thought it was just another reality hit show on American TV. I also thought that I knew how Intervention works (the idea was basically asking forcing someone to stop an addiction with catching them off guard) despite watching it only once in an American sitcom. So when the actual show Intervention was aired on cable TV, I thought I knew what to

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I woke up one day last week with my gums in the lower right area bleeding. I went to the dentist naturally and had the dentist take an x-ray of my teeth. It would have been much cooler to show you the actual x-ray, but I don't have it. Instead, I'll show you the drawing of how I remembered it looked: My impacted wisdom tooth. This case is pretty common actually. So here's what they will

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As the almost empty pavement stretches forward, she stares out the car window feeling her heart in her stomach. Nothing has changed, she thought. Nothing really ever did. A few minutes ago she was with him. That boy whom she thought wouldn't matter anymore if she saw again. But she didn't just see him; she spent time with him. Talked about books. Laughed about the stupid things she was saying.

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Having an actual job will be one of the interesting chapters if I ever had a book about my life. This is where everything boils down to. This is when my philosophies in life will be put to a test. But before all that, I have to go over a just-as-big hump: my body clock. [Image Removed because of how it was sleazily (not artfully) created.  View it here: (optional) http://tinyurl.com/43qrfow]

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Last week, I went to Singapore by myself for four days. It was just me, a map and Singapore.Since I am a frustrated travel writer, I will make this entry a pseudo-guide to future lone tourists in SG. To walk on: Walk path going to Merlion Park. SG is a very walkable city so every part can be a good place to walk on, but a walk is more enjoyable sans the rush hour and wave of tourists. Also,

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Maroon 5, live in Manila, last 23 May 2011.I missed the last one two years ago (which I regretted because the last album was their best, still)so I made sure I attended this year's even if I had to go alone. I was planning to watch Maroon 5 from here... (Gen Ad at SMX) Then with a stroke of luck (and a good friend hehehe), I watched them from here... Then I got to see the hotness that is

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The family went to Lobo, Batangas--approximately 3 hours from Manila by car.The shore isn't made of sand but smooth pebbles and dried corals.It is clean though and will do for something that is only 3 hours away.Relaxing, still. :) Because family, hot dogs and beaches go together like tomato, lettuce and cucumber in a burger. (c) Jessica Manipon

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THOR - 2 out of 5  There is a saturation of super hero movies out there, and just like any other saturations, it is difficult to stand out. And well, Thor didn't. The movie didn't engage the audience with its shallow characters and weak character development especially for the lead character and the couple. It also failed to establish Thor's world. I couldn't feel least bit Norse in it. If they

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This first week of May, the Jardeleza clan went to Mindoro for my 51 year old uncle's wedding.Aside from witnessing a traditional rural wedding, this was a great time for the brood to get together even for just a short time. Some of the Titos, Titas, cousins, nephews and nieces (young and old) who comprise the crazy clan. Did I mention that I got my sense of humor from this side of the family?

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This is my editorial for the last issue of SIDHI for this school year. Here's the thing: I was never good at editorials. Heck, the last two I made were seriously below standards, and my friends are too nice to admit it to me (I don't even think they read my editorials at all). Ten years from now when I read them again, the first thing I'll do is keep them in a vault, locked them for the rest of

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Last February 4 to 7, my family went to Seoul, South Korea. Arrived very early morning at Myeongdong The guest house where we stayed in was in Myeongdong--a pretty good place to shop.The trip's biggest bargain: decent eyeglasses worth Php 200! (sans the lens) You'll never find that in the Philippines. Wearing the Php200 bargain! (c) Arsenio Lukban Brightly colored winter coats wasn't the

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Look, a letter from my past-self. With responses from current-self in bold letters. Dear Future Me, First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! By today, you're already 21--no longer a teen! By today, hopefully you've finished or at least you are finishing with minimal worries your last year in college (God, that sounded dumb. You're giving me a lousy impression, 2009-self. :))). You should have at least

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I'm not usually to rant and argue about things, but this time I just have to. Dear, having money and power is not an excuse for being such an arrogant prick. Don't say that you cannot blame Willie Revillame for being arrogant because of his money and fame and for getting the ratings of four primetime shows combined. It is not an excuse. Because if it is, why is Oprah still as humble as she was

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RAKENROL THEATRICAL Watch the trailer. And for me, it has a lot of promise because it is directed by the talented and creative Quark Henares the concept is fresh and relevant. from the trailer, it looks daring and fun, and I love that about an indie film (I'm assuming that it is indie) One thing though, the cast is too "mainstream". I don't think I'd be fascinated to watch those actors play in a

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The first of what I hope to be a series. Please give emphasis to the word obligatory on the title. HOP - 3 out of 5 stars A movie featuring the voice of Russel Brand follows the life of E.B., the heir to the title, Easter Bunny. The movie has its witty lines and to-die-for cuteness of characters (including James Marsden). Casting of the main characters was quite a good fit (Russel Brand, James

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I remember my father always telling us to "put nice activities in our resume". It's like joining a prestigious club for the sake of putting it in my resume. He reminded us of this as early as I was in grade school. Since then, whenever I joined or applied for something, I always think that it was "for the resume". Thinking of it now, it wasn't a good practice--participating for the sake of a

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I feel like shit. In other news, it is my sister's birthday today!To commemorate this day, I link my entry for her two years ago. I didn't know I had it in me to write such a touching entry. Haha.HONEY'S BIRTHDAY ENTRY. I can't believe she's 14! That only means... I'm turning 21. -__- P.S.She's still interested in art, but Honey has moved on from smileys to chibi (e.g.) drawings.And I

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A few years ago, I was so certain what I was going to do with my life. Now that I'm finally here, I've never been more lost. Sure I had plans. It's natural to make them, but how to do them, I have no freaking idea how. I guess everything hasn't sunk in yet. It feels like any ordinary summer, actually, except there is no first day of school at the end to look forward to. I'm not even aggressively

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I keep thinking of all the things I will do after college... The first of which is to spend. I have to replace all the things I lost plus to spend on my physical needs (ie. braces). Second is to find a hobby. I will secretly sign up on some training program so that I keep myself healthy and at the same time have fun. Gym is too expensive. And jogging is boring. I have something in mind, but I

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Aneong from Seoul!Forgive me for such a lame photograph but it's all I can do for now with the limited time I have to blog.After all, it's not every day that I actually post here from another country! Seoul is a nice city. I can't help comparing it to Hong Kong though (which, I think, is the better city). The big advantages Seoul has over Hong Kong is that it has snow and there are lots of cute

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Carlo and I went to watch UP Football Team's first UAAP game this season vs FEU (as my "birthday gift" for Carlo. Haha.) Well, we won--thank God--by 2-1. I'm not usually one to watch football since I don't play it. In fact, I don't understand some of the rules (I just googled what the rule offside means) and the plays of football. And I realized it's better to watch from afar than "courtside". I

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Experiencing my last semester as an undergrad feels weird. I don't feel stressed at all about any of my academics--which is sadly the first time--despite the fact that it is almost mid-semester. I keep telling myself I just want to enjoy every minute I have, and worrying about my subjects is not my idea of enjoyment. There's a pressure on me to pull my grades up though. But I'm not going to

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To be honest, I really do love answering these personality tests. More than anything else, I want to know myself first. These two are the most accurate so far. My personalDNA Report and the other one from IPIP-NEO that I can't find the link to. You know when you're answering these questions and you feel like you can manipulate the results by your answers? It's funny. I wasn't manipulating my

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My mother was the first one to wake up, as usual, at perhaps around 1 am. I woke up around 2 am. So I dressed up, got my packed bag and we left Quezon City. Our depature time depends on what time of the year it is. It's end of October which means it's peak season so we left early to avoid traffic. And we were successful. Travel time from Quezon City to Batangas Pier was only about two hours. SLEX

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It's here, it's here! The moment my parents have been waiting for. Haha. I'm actually not in sembreak mode yet, but the aroma of graduating next semester is too strong that I had to write about it.I have my schedule already for next sem, and well, it's fantastic. My subjects are generally chill; I have PE (woot!); Diliman Games is coming. Plus, I'm graduating! I'm so giddy, I can't hide it

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The weirdest realization I had today. It's a weekend. I'm at home. And here's the thing: I'm bored. It has been a loooooong time since I last felt this empty, what-do-I-do-now feeling. For the past weeks, weekends have been my refuge. Schooldays always leave me exhausted, and I would refuse to do any form of schoolwork during the weekends. And even then, I would still feel that weekends are not

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You know how much life sucks? It's when you try so hard to make something work, and you realize not everyone is doing the same.It's when you have so much passion for something, but then, the people you work with does not have the same thing. You don't know whether that's your fault or it is something you have no control of.What you do know is that it is frustrating. Then you start questioning

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Two months of no blogging. I don't know if this is possible, but I think I may have no clue how to blog anymore. Can you unlearn blogging? Do you learn it the first place? It's been two months. A lot has happened--and has not happened. And what has not happened is more interesting to talk about than the vice versa. For one, as it is obvious, I didn't have much time for leisure writing. It's

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Quiapo Church is better appreciated when visited during the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. And it is not so much the structure—although its architecture is already beautiful in its own right— that creates the impact, but it is the people inside that creates the awe. Beneath the high commanding ceilings of the church, hundreds of devotees from different walks of life pray to one God.

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*Sorry. I removed the contents of this entry. If you want to read this article, please click this link. For more amateur feature writing and lame literary works, click this link. Thanks! .

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During my "summer" job as a tutor, my bag would always have a digital camera wherever I went. It's a pretty brave thing for me to do considering I lose stuff quickly. I have never been much outside Quezon City on my own. Usually, everything is close to home when there is a need to commute alone.When I started commuting all the way to Ortigas or Greenhills by myself because of work, I started

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Tomorrow, first day of classes. I feel so sentimental and nervous and excited.Sentimental because it's my last year in UP. I am reserving all my sentiments for later.Nervous for my academics. I've said it again and again that I shouldn't be too grade conscious, but I guess it's already basic instinct. I cannot not care.Excited for SIDHI and everything else in stored for me this year. After all,

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Reunited...and it feels so damn good.It kind of feels like I'm in love with my guitar, like I might make love to it any minute, and it is because I am. I love this slender piece of wood--every string, every splinter, every fret.Usually, every summer this guitar would be my number one companion (together with the trusted computer, of course), but since the machine heads broke last December, we

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with my first student.It was our last day last Wednesday.We look kind of goofy, and because of this picture, I am starting to think that we look alike. Hahaha. I have a secret though. I love my job! In fact, I am considering dropping school and just work. Who needs school when you're already earning money?? (Not.)I have another secret. If it weren't for the low rate, then my job would be perfect

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Although, to compensate for his annoying flaunting, he did ask a very sweet question. Well, at least I think it's sweet. This brings us to the third thing.He always holds this pingpong ball. He puts it in his yellow ducky pencil case, and takes it out and plays with it when he's bored. (God, that sounded so...green, but this is serious!). I asked him, "What's up with the ping pong (ball)?""Wala

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I have dreams. And I have frustrations too.I dream, just like everyone does. And I don't even dream of far-out things like inventing a time machine or making out with Ryan Reynolds. No. I dream of realistic things, dreams that I know one day will happen because I know I can get them.Then there are my frustrations. The biggest one would have to be my inability to do well in school. Like what I

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Enjoy reading!The Brighter Light

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So today, I turn a year older. Thanks to social networking, a lot of people knew it was my birthday. Haha.Most pleasant gift I received today? (Let's talk material here because the non-physical are just too many) It has to be The Sims game I just installed. Haha! It's only the greatest simulation game ever created, thank you very much.This tutoring thing has both ups and downs to it. It's very

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I think not having a house helper is getting its toll on both Clarissa and me. I mean, we're used to doing chores and all, but we're used to sharing them equally among the sisters. There's seven of us in the family, and it will kill if just one person does all the chores while studying or working at the same time. But ever since my older sisters had their own jobs, basically it's just Honey and I

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I was so excited for summer this year that I downloaded a lot of movies and promised myself I will not watch any of them until summer. And thanks to Kimmie and her external hard drive, my movie collection just got bigger. Plus, we bought tons of DVDs at Quiapo during Maundy Thursday which added more to the collection. True enough, I didn't run out of movies to watch these past few days.Since I am

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You know when they say that money can't buy happiness? I've been thinking about that and came down to the conclusion that for those who are already rich and do not need to worry about money, this would be true. They could find happiness in the mundane things and think that the mundane cannot be bought by money. But what about those who are not fortunate enough to be as wealthy? Certainly for them

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-75332179500127803322010-04-05T23:28:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.234+08:00

And at this moment, I am officially experiencing summer.I crammed my last paper for the school year. I wanted to finish it so badly that it turned out as the ugliest book report ever written in UP history. But I couldn't care less anymore. I wanted summer, and I wanted it now.So yay, it's summer. Dance with me.Cheers to this last taste of scholastic vacation!

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I have one last paper due on Monday before I am officially in summer vacation, and somehow I cannot bring myself to actually start doing it!! I thought it was going to be easy, it being a book review about economic development (I know what you're thinking. Bugger off.) so I decided to delay my one-chapter-a-day plan thinking I can handle three chapters in one day. But then when I got to the

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Today, and for the next two days, I will be the only person in the house--unless someone (anyone!) gives me a visit, that is. I've been left all alone in the house before, but not this long. Three days. Imagine the loneliness.Don't get me wrong. The independence is great. I can do, cook and eat whatever, whenever, and part of doing just about anything is doing chores too. I actually enjoy doing

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-66544312068934494492010-02-26T21:43:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.269+08:00

If there is really such a thing as bad luck, then I must have one. If not, then some professional should better come up with a logical reason for this. See, I keep losing things and things keep getting stolen from me. It’s not some petty personal issue that I had for only a couple of months; it’s been happening for years now. I would have loved to tell you all about it from day one, but due to

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I usually am not fond of Paramore. They have a couple of good songs, but I am not a really a big fan, but this song just gets me--really gets me. And I half-hate, half-love my very good friends for sharing this with me.If the player below works, listen to the song. If it does not and it is not too much of a hassle, look for the song in YouTube. It's called The Only Exception by Paramore.powered

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This was written by my good friend, who we shall call by the name of Thumper (this is so obvious, by the way!), less than a week ago. I was supposed to post this earlier, but then unforeseen events in my life has postponed it 'til tonight. Why I am posting this instead of Thumper posting in his own journal is beyond me, so don't ask. To those affected by this, HAHA to you. Enjoy. :)I want to

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I hate looking at our house recently. We have been cleaning and refurbishing and repainting a lot for the past couple of days. What is all the fuss about, you ask. It is because we have balikbayan relatives coming from the United States. So what if I have balikbayan relatives coming over, you ask again. Well, it is a long and rather very personal story, but to make everything simple, let's just

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Just a quick update of my so-called life.After my quiz tomorrow, I shall breathe a little. Then I have Christmas parties to attend and be busy with, all of which are painful for my wallet. Honestly, every Christmas season, instead of jumping for excitement, I moan for grief. The thought of spending a lot just to say that I am actually celebrating this season is why. The magnitude of enjoying

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-76149737891034868402009-12-06T11:48:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.330+08:00

I had an interesting encounter in the jeep on the way home today. A little boy and her lola sat next to me on the jeep from school. I thought that the kid was very cute (but then again, I think all little boys are cute) and that his Lola was relatively young. The Lola was endearing to his grandson, stroking his back, embracing him and even gave him a kiss on the cheek. This made me miss my

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I was eating breakfast with my mom and dad today when my position as feature's ed was brought up. My father asked my mom if she has read any of my articles. She said, no. I told her issues with my articles in them are just all over the house lying somewhere. Then my father, I don't know if in response to mother or not, dropped a bomb:"Parang taga-Holy Spirit magsulat. Hindi parang taga-U.P."I

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-10071834219702334892009-11-22T20:21:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.356+08:00

This blog just got the biggest publicity it could ever have (yet) all because of WilJ Sarmiento mentioning Daily Espresso in his radio show at RX 93.1 tonight! I can't believe he really did it. I'm still so giddy about it.(You were mentioned twice in this blog and linked. You ought to be flattered, man. Haha!)

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-78460386612761162332009-11-16T20:33:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.366+08:00

I remember this kid I saw in YouTube. He was around sixteen years old with seriously mad skills in playing the guitar--both classical and contemporary. He only studied playing his covers by ear. Naturally, I was amazed. I read his personal information, and it said that he was Dutch and began playing the guitar when he was 10.Then I looked back on my own personal information. I also started

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-32442800604768123112009-11-06T20:48:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.376+08:00

At the Ocean Park, two things I realized:I MUST RIDE at least one of THE SCARIEST RIDES in any amusement parks I go to. I guess it's the adrenalin, seriously addicting! I love the thrill, the speed, the wind. I used to be the only one in our family who loooooves scary rides, then I discovered that Carlo and I share the same 'passion'. Too bad he's still too small to ride the Dragon or Abyss. I'll

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-38113941988432226072009-10-30T00:45:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.392+08:00

I'm leaving later/tonight. I just wanted to document because this will be the last entry for the month and because I am so freaking excited even if this is the third time already. There is something about this trip that makes it special. I feel like this is the first when technically it's not. Haha. And maybe, there is a high I get when I go to other places. Each place makes a unique impression

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-8507093202087202962009-10-27T21:00:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.405+08:00

Man, I was thinking about unrequited love. I figure it's best to just walk that shit off. Find someone else to be excited about. It's like if you love ice cream but your ice cream man friend won't give you any. Maybe he's got a good reason. It cuts into profits. Who knows? But he likes you as a friend and wants to hang out anyway. It just drives you crazy to hang out with that dude, even if he's

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-50262213750090443802009-10-24T04:29:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.417+08:00

One would think that in this time of peace and relaxation, aka sembreak, I could have blogged more often, but oddly enough I didn't. I guess I'm too "preoccupied". I realized there as so many things that can be done when you are a bum. Everything that I couldn't do during school days, now I have the liberty to do! I've been online nonstop for the past two days sleeping just before the sun rises

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-1633078636679268212009-10-17T22:22:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.427+08:00

To be honest, when I realized that I was seriously going to be a guardian, I didn't think I was going to be any good at it. When I think back on how my co-guardian, Carl, convinced me to become a guardian, I chuckle to myself. It was so petty, and the reason is not even relevant now.At the beginning, it was just like a title and a little assisting to do here and there. Then as tasks and talks

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-37963180586480716062009-10-15T21:06:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.439+08:00

I was studying for a major, and I needed a break from all the lessons that were bombarding my brain. I found the nearest clean sheet of paper and started writing on it. What turned out was scribbles--most of which didn't make sense at all. Whatever my mind thought, my hand just wrote and followed.After writing them, I thought, hey some pretty interesting stuff here (interesting for me, at least).

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The month of October came with a bang. With a serious heavy hangover on Ondoy/Ketsana, the whole country is still in a state of shock and recovery. In my lifetime, this is the biggest trauma we had over a natural calamity--but only probably next to Mt. Pinatubo since technically, I'm already alive that time. Another super typhoon is in the vicinity. I feel the panic.I have some negative

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I am halting my everyday enumeration of happy thoughts (as it is already obvious). I am not so comfortable with giving away very detailed facts about my day since I am sure no one really cares anyway. Plus, I decided it is better to keep them to myself.The thought of this semester almost over slowly blows the cynicism away. In a few more weeks, I will be hopping on a plane and greet foreign lands

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-40071204321845299312009-09-16T19:46:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.470+08:00

I had my eye glasses for quite a few months now. When my father first bought it, I was quite thrilled just like having new clothes. I was excited to wear it naturally. But then the law of marginal utility kicked in. Plus, I kind of looked like a nerd. Although that's not so bad. Haha. I still wear my specs especially during class.There are some special instances that I wear it other than to

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-56236476696755378782009-09-15T20:21:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.481+08:00

My practice set is there, right in front of me, not more than 6 inches from my finger tips, and I can't seem to find the effort to pick it up, look at it and actually start doing it. And to think I am on the brink of failing this class.Yes, I have ranted about this numerous times--of how I lost my spark for school. I still can't find my way around my hatred for this semester.Maybe if I think of

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My mom's hometown is in Aurora, Naujan, Oriental Mindoro. I have been in here many times since I was a little kid since my grandmother always brings me here. She is one of the reasons I love this place. :) This has always been close to me, but it means more to me now than ever. Even for someone like me, I could not find perfect words to fully describe this place and its beauty, so I will let

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Our education system stinks.We base success on how we achieved knowledge through grades which, honestly, is a bullshit way of measuring a student's true capacity to learn. When I answer a modified true or false incorrectly, does that lessen my potential to be a good citizen of our country?A professor I look up to once told our Socio class that having a Masters degree or PhD measures your

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-33929289841751917182009-08-02T19:26:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.531+08:00

The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions.I was mad at myself for multiple of reasons:for missing a Longtable event :-(for failing Econ 131 (Although the results are not out yet, I just know I did fail it),for forgetting to do a paperfor cramming my Geog 105 research paperfor making the ugliest reflection paper for Socio 114for cutting so many classes this semester (which is very

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In all honesty, I feel so tired like the world has dropped ten big sacks on my back and imposed me to carry it for a eighty-six miles non-stop.I haven't gotten a decent sleep yet for the past couple of weeks. I miss that kind of sleep where you wake up and you don't feel groggy and you don't fall asleep in class due to lack of sleep.And then, there are weekends. Since weekends liberates me from

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-1770289732945791022009-07-11T21:14:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.558+08:00

An ass-dragging pointless electiveA cosmetically challenged classmate with an annoying lispA half-loved physical education scheduleAn abhorred repeat of a murderous subjectAn idiotic assumption on a due dateA silent farewell to the nicest and hottest boss I will ever encounterA twisted and rather pathetic infatuationMy week could not have been more perfectly described..

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-87823959444894437302009-07-05T22:58:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.568+08:00

It is such a boring night. I am online, and there is nothing to do.I tried reading Luhmann but to no avail. I cannot seem to understand what the hell social systems mean to him.It is quite late already. I should be heading to bed. Three full hours of Math Econ awaits me tomorrow. Oh what bliss.Sometimes it is just so hard to ask permission from my Mom.Every time I tell her I have to go somewhere

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-87261907095752513992009-06-27T18:53:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.580+08:00

I wanted to scoop his eyeballs out with my two thumbs. I swear, I was so close to turning around and telling him, "Can you fucking stop that?? Some people are trying to understand the lesson here."The person sitting behind me was provoking a slap on his face when he started knocking my chair continuously with his foot. It was beyond annoying! How can I possibly concentrate on the lesson when my

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-91278359508411026712009-06-19T09:45:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.591+08:00

And so the school year began.I hate my Wednesday/Friday schedule. It will suck the life out of me.I have good feelings with most of my electives.There is one though which was a mistake from the moment I enlisted in it. My diagnostic test was a disaster.My P.E. is a good news-bad news situation. Good news is... well that I have a P.E. Bad news is that it is one of those P.E.s I was trying to avoid

Jes Maniponhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05149308815056029614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2632820912523627852.post-30138730795247990832009-06-08T17:09:00.000+08:002010-07-27T00:39:23.601+08:00

I was walking on a pedestrian when I felt the sole of my favorite loafers thinning, and I could feel the hollow inside of the sole.All of a sudden, I felt quite depressed. My favorite loafers have almost reached its end, and I do not know what to do if that will happen.Where will I find the perfect replacement?Surely, there will be. After all, it is only a pair of loafers. But I feel like I'm not

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I am secretly an environmentalist.I feel guilt whenever I throw a good piece of paper in the trash can knowing that I could have kept it and sent it to a junk shop for recycling instead. I always hoped that wherever the paper I threw ended up, someone would be able to pick it and recycle it. I would gladly keep my desk filled with recyclable white paper and give them to the junk shop for free, as

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About a month ago, I remember telling my friend that I haven't read The Little Prince yet. Being a bibliophile, he was disappointed at me saying that I should read it. And I said I would.Then a few weeks after that conversation, I stumbled upon the book in Tep's mini-library (Yes, library --every book there had a sort of borrower's card). Then I thought, "Hey, what good timing. I've been wanting

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Today marks the start of my "vacation".And this start couldn't have gotten any better. Sure it was tiring as hell, but when you are with the company of good friends, there becomes such a thing as good exhaustion.The look on our (Tep's and mine) faces were both priceless and ridiculous upon seeing those glittering DVDs aligned for the satisfaction of our fan girl dreams. I vow to return with a

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Have you noticed the cobwebs forming on my blog already? Yeah. That is how idle this has been.And here is my feeble attempt to bring it back alive.Before I know it, the next semester will be starting already. In fact, the enlistment for next semester's on Monday. It will be another stressful round of lottery with CRS, and I still haven't gotten over the results with the last one.I don't feel

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Turning a year older today just really means I would have to put a different number whenever my age is asked. And that is it.This entry would bore everyone to tears if I would evaluate my 18th year and blog about my birthday wish and all that crap.The weird thing about this birthday was that my parents forgot about it. I was with them during the morning and not once did they greet me. No big deal

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Summer spells HOT. It is so damn hot this week. I cannot even perfectly describe how humid and sticky sweaty these past few days have been. I want to bathe myself in iced water every 15 minutes.And too damn bad my classrooms this summer are not air conditioned. On the plus side, at least my classes are in the morning so I won't experience the scorching afternoon heat in school.On the plus-er side

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For an eighteen year-old (turning nineteen in a few days...) like me, it's not uncommon to actually enjoy a good cartoon once in a while especially if the animation is amazing and the story is a classic. And in my so-called adult life, only a few animation films and shows have both.For one, Avatar the Last Airbender was one heck of a show, and a couple of Japanese cartoons fared well in my

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Having my own place, I thought, would be real cool being independent and all. The last few days gave me a glimpse of that life with both my parents away, my younger siblings with my mom and the house helper gone as well. Like everything else, I like it and I don't.Of course I could do whatever I want. I could go online til the dead of the night, watch any show at any time, open the stove to cook

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When I was six years old, I thought I was going to be the youngest of the siblings and many people thought so too. I came to a point where I asked my mom why no one referred to me as "Ate" when all my life I was forced to call my older sisters ate and no one did the same for me. Mom reasoned that my younger cousins called me ate anyway. I was not satisfied. My younger cousins didn't live with us

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Along with the web counter I have for this blog, there is also this service where I can check out other information about my viewers like what internet browser they use. I can even see the IP addresses of my recent 20 viewers.Now one day, I got weird and curious that I started tracking those IP addresses through this website (I'm a CSI geek like that).And lo and behold! I have a reader from

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How my brother saved me from potential crammingUnlike (many?) others, cramming is not innate in my system. I hate cramming because it leads to stress that leads to frustration that leads to something so horrendous, I cannot find words to perfectly describe it.Well anyway, a night before a crucial deadline (which was also the night after a day in Ortigas then Pasay area with Longtable then Sports)

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The closest thing to a pet this household has is my younger brother although we do have two stray cats who always hang around in our garden.I cannot remember how long has those cats been living out there --years probably. We did not definitely adopt them or let them in with intentions. We just found them suddenly having a fascination with our garden.Maybe it all started when we started throwing

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Do I dare make an entry about this field trip?I guess that would be a yes, seeing that I have already started typing anyway.Obviously, my FA 30 field trip to Ilocos contained a lot of firsts -- unforgettable firsts but then all firsts are unforgettable. I would have to say that was one of the best and most memorable weekends of my life. And this entry would give greater justice to the experience

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I should not be here right now.But it is the price I have to pay so I can go next week to Ilocos, so I will have less to worry about come finals week, so I can get my average up, so there will be less pressure next semester, so I can be happy in the long-run even though it would cost good times with friends in the short-run.Again I have proven how much fate would deprive me of happiness. But of

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I finally got the chance to see When Harry Met Sally.It is one of those movies which you hear about all the time coming out from the mouths of famous artists. They say it is a classic. I never understood why until yesterday.I absolutely loved the script! Friendship, as portrayed in the film, is a very powerful factor in falling in love which for me is one of the sweetest things ever.It was not

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Receiving that dreaded blue paper, I felt my heart drop to the floor.What the hell happened to me?I have never really thought of myself as a real failure. I guess I didn't really fail -- technically not yet. But when you give up on something like that, it feels the same thing.It is depressing. I mean, that was the first time I failed to suppress my emotions during class ever. Yet when I think

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That had to be one of the weirdest week of my life.I would bore the world if I bombard this entry with details. Let me just put it this way.I was a sponge pushed to its limits absorbing more than I could handle to a point where I am already leaking.Hah. Good luck in figuring that out.I guess the highlight of the week would have to be Friday the 13th.Aside from the fact that my brain-wrecking 200-

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Almost every possible muscle in my body hurts. That would even include my throat muscle. But I'll tell you what, it is that good kind of pain -- one that is worth it.This is the primary reason why I groan with every move I make.Here is Econ women's basketball team beating playing against the Archi team. Haha. Couldn't have done it without my teammates. Hoping though that Jana's ankle is

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And I finally return.It has been a while. Do not hate me. I have reasons. I have a life too -- aside from blogging.There is nothing to blog about, really.My life has been as dull as it was ever since.It is midterms again! And yes, that is the primary reason why I haven't been so visible lately. And yes again, that is why I am near my death.I am at the moment where I care about my grades and at

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And so there goes Jana David driving to the other end of the court.I was left on the College of Science court while my teammates were in midcourt struggling for the ball, waiting for a miracle to happen.Before we got in the court, the last I remembered there was 22 seconds on the clock. As the game went, I lost track of time.We were behind by one point. I saw Jana take the drive. I think I was

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To my favorite, most handsome, most loveable, kissable, huggable boy in my life, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Now I know there is a very small probability that my little brother will ever get to read this, but nevertheless, I just want to immortalize my greeting, at the very least, in my blog. My brother just turned eight. He was born around 9:00 am. A couple of the sisters and Carlo had a deal that when

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I am dog tired. So tired that I do not understand why I am still in front of this monitor typing nonsense instead of throwing myself on my bed ready to get some well-deserved sleep.One thing the world has to remember is that our house is never, as in never, finished. And by that, I mean there is something always to be constructed or reconstructed inside or outside the house very often.The outside

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I do not have to make a big deal now that this is the year's first entry, do I? Because, really, there is nothing much to say except, "Now what?"MMIX is another year. For me that is just like the next minute that will pass. It is a unit of time, and each unit of time, may it be a second or a day or a week, is a moment of opportunity.Enough of that.I have rediscovered music in the form of my

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So Christmas has been a delightful celebration this year. I did not get all the gifts I listed, but that sure did not ruin my Christmas. No, siree. The presents may make the holidays quite special, but without the people who makes my life more bearable, I would rather not receive the most glamorous presents of them all.My cousins are my simple joys. We are close bunch of hormones. Traditionally,

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Aren't holidays the best things in life?There is nothing better this world could offer than not knowing what to do since the options are too many. This is what holidays bring. And boy, am I loving it.Laziness is a trait that I am very well aware I possess.For example, right at this very moment, I think, "Shit. I do not have anything to do." But in reality,I can bum on the couch all day staring at

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