Thursday, October 11, 2012

Rigid Pavements

It was late, probably a few minutes after eight.
Students started leaving their rooms 
It was after all the last day of regular classes 
People were itching to get home and do their business. 
Probably to study for tomorrow's finals, or not.
You stood there and caught her eyes smiling in the crowd.
You veered and looked at the time, breaking the contact 
breaking the guilty pleasure you always felt looking at her smiling eyes. 
You turned back to look again and you saw her walking alone through the cold corridor.


You walked fast in excitement.
You never got to talk to her 
Not in person.
Not with everyone's teasing.
The chance presented itself.
You caught up and walked alongside 


The night sky was clear without a hint of romance.
You're back to your awkward self.
Trying to break the tension, you catch your breath
walk a few paces ahead
turn around


Tuesday, August 21, 2012


In a mix of wayward memories 
of days much brighter than today, 
a roller-coaster-ride friendship,
a guilt-inducing pillow, 
a bovine-faced basketball player,
a Honda and Mazda joke,
a teeth-growing-down-south movie
a grande chocolate cream chip cup
a taco cup from the inverted umbrella concessionaire
a ride shotgun,
and a 45 degree Japanese bow.
Gratitude is due a wish of endless memories
Thank You!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012


I just have to say, this is the most that a comment/suggestion by an insignificant person has bothered me. It's been three days since I read the comment and I just can't stop thinking about it. I don't know but I think this is the most lazy reasoning I've ever encountered.Now I don't like mocking people whom I'm not close with but this is one I simply can't pass.

The comment tries to point out that instructors shouldn't use powerpoint presentations when discussing because there are no lectures for the students to write and those who don't have PC's or access to the internet still need to rent at cyber cafes to have a copy of the presentations.

To clarify, when he said lectures, I think he's referring to that instance when the teacher is writing on the board and the students are copying what the teacher is writing and the teacher waits for the students to finish copying what she wrote before she starts discussing what she wrote on the board. I'd say clearly reminiscent of high school, if not elementary days.

So here's what I think of this.

Disregarding the technical difference between notes and lectures, it's a very very lazy reason not to use powerpoint presentations during discussions because "there are no lectures to write" For one, students are supposed to take notes on what the instructor is discussing because I think humans are capable of multitasking, that is writing while listening and/or comprehending and so, I think humans of collegiate level can take notes as the instructor is discussing. And I think a college student is capable of comprehension and segregation of important facts from less important ones so I think he/she knows which to take note of and which not to. Oh, and I also think they only do those lecture things in high school and elementary.

And lastly, to reason out that others have to rent computers just to have a copy of the instructor's presentation is irrelevant.Why? Because one, we already had the opportunity to take notes during the discussion; two, computer rental is free inside the campus; three, computer rental off-campus is relatively cheap; four, we can possibly request for a hard copy of the presentation from the instructor. This could go on and I think it's what we call diskarte.


You're already in fourth year college so stop being a baby and act like one; think like one.

It'd only take a little effort from you to appreciate the effort the instructor puts in his/her presentation.

I rest my case.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

My First Piece on Something Relevant

OK, I'm not, for one moment, say that this business is illegal. By all means, it is highly legitimate, and recommendable for some.

The other night, I got an invite to a certain "business partnership" by a close friend. To be honest, I wasn't really interested since I'm already very swamped with what I do daily that I'm not interested in adding up some more. But since it was a close friend who asked, I respectfully agreed to meet her to talk about the "business proposal". Maybe, I thought, it would be nice to do something out of routine for that day. That day, 2 days after I got the invitation, we met up at a convenience store where, upon arrival, I was told we were going someplace else for the actual meeting for that "business proposal". I got a bit disoriented and before I knew it, I was in a packed seminar room with people apparently also invited for the "business partnership". To cut the story short, I listened to more than 2 hours' worth of enticing and irritating money talk. I'd say enticing since the speakers are blurting out money figures which a normal white-collared employee would only dream of having in this lifetime. Imagine being offered a "business opportunity" where you'd be receiving weekly checks amounting to what you could normally earn in a month, a year, 10 years, or a lifetime! Then again, it was irritating because, for every line the speaker delivers that ends with "money", "earning", "opportunity" or the like, someone in the crowd would shout "Grabe!" and then clap. And whenever, the speaker would ask a question, rhetorical or otherwise, or just post a challenge, someone among the crowd, in a high pitched voice, would continuously shout "Tama!". In my mind I was thinking what the hell was I in? It seems the crowd was riddled with prompters. Obviously, the goal was to convince the people that: 1.) the business is legitimate. 2.) the products are effective. 3.) the return of investment is fast. 4.) earnings are high. and 5.) this is easy money. So people are enticed to join this "business partnership" for a relatively small capital. This actually was a business club where, to join, people are asked to pay 12++ thousand pesos membership fee. In return for that 12k, one would receive products "worth more than what you pay" and some other incentives. This after all, was a networking business where, you would earn not just by selling the company's products but also by recruiting people to join the club. Now, to most of the people there, this offer would sound convincing, and if I didn't know any better, I would have paid on the spot. But I had some other thing on my mind.

I won't refute anything that the speakers said about the company. But then, what they were saying, what they were offering the people, was too good. Too good to be true And I think, in business, nothing too good is true. This took me back to a scam which was then being offered to us during high school. The offer was to "buy" a certificate worth not more than 10k and in return, you'd be earning a steady amount on a regular basis. Now, this, during those days was called  pyramid scam. People would shell out an amount, then they would recruit people who would shell out an amount too, etc, etc. This results to an exponential increase in the collected "initial money" which the ones on top reap. This is illegal. The good news is, people have learned to legalize this scheme and it's basically what we now call networking.

During the seminar, there were more than 60 attendees. Let's say 40 of those would join. Then let's say, of the 12k that the company was asking, 3k actually goes to the top executives. So, aside from the earnings the company gets from the products it sells, it also earns 3k easy money from the membership fee. Now, they do this kind of recruitment 6 days a week. Therefore, daily, the company earns 120k easy money per seminar branch. So, if the company has 10 branches, it earns 1.2M per day... easy money. Now, this is math I wouldn't mind doing every minute.

But here's the thing. Most of their recruits are employees. Employees who would soon resign from their jobs because they're already earning decent amounts from networking. And since this employees would also recruit their co-employees, who would also be doing the same, we would soon be left with a dwindling work force. So, as this company sucks up the workforce, it exponentially earns easy money at the new recruits' expense. I'd say there's nothing illegal with this business now, since in return, the company is giving something back to the recruits. But what if the system fails and the people you recruited stopped recruiting? What if, after a few years, the company shuts down?

For now, I guess, while the company is in good health, the figures that the speakers were offering those whom they feel they could convince, would stir them who currently have none to dream of the possibilities that come with joining the company. This is the guarantee similar to what the education plans, to the insurance companies, and to the like offer. In the future, they say, you would reap the investments you made in the form of monthly contributions, guaranteed! And then, the insurance companies shut down and stop giving out that guaranteed return of investment and nobody's yet to be held liable. Now it sounds good. But in the future, what happens?

This networking business is really a gold mine. But I think, somebody out there, has been searching for loopholes in the system. Sooner or later, that person would exploit that flaw. By that time, when the new company recruits have exponentially increased to the hundred thousands, and the flaws have been exploited, and the company suddenly shuts down, who's to blame?

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

On Dreaming of Cars

 Recently, we've been visiting showrooms in manila, checking out new cars without actually any intention of buying. It's a family(i.e. my brother, my father, and I) thing that we round showrooms from high end to local car dealers to tease our eyes and try what nice cars we could dream of accommodating in our garage. On mother's day, we visited a Porsche dealer since my dad got interested with this silver one and he wanted my mom to take a look at it. Just to look at it.

If I'm honest, I had my fingers crossed hoping the slightest of possibilities that he would buy this one. Realistically enough, with what my parents earn and with all our expenses, all we could afford is a Japanese econobox on a car loan so no, my hopes were too high. But then again, we really weren't looking to buy any  that day so, moving on... 

There was this one car I totally fell in love with: a Lexus GS. Among the cars I saw that day, this was actually the least attractive. But then again, something more than the exterior simply swept me away

The sales rep entertaining us at the showroom gladly showed us a demo unit which we could actually turn on. And upon her turning the ignition on, I simply got mesmerized. It's not really a looker on the outside but when you get inside, you get that strange feeling you're in something different.

 If you think about it, when driving a car, it's the interior that really matters. And oh yes, this interior is something really special. I know I've seen much more elegant, much more beautiful cars but this one, I guess, would be my dream car. It's not as ostentatious as the Porsche that one would look like an idiotic show off yet it's not so common looking that one'd be mistaken for public transport (i.e. taxi) Probably more than a dream, hopefully someday, I could afford one.

Oh, and here's another dream car.
Before going back home, we passed by this bank's stockyard and passed upon this flawless repossessed beauty covered in dust. My father actually had a chance to borrow a similar one from a friend. But, since this one's too fragile and too high maintenance, he had to return it after less than 12 hours use.I feel bad for the previous owner of this Jaguar who was only able clock a little over 900 on the odometer. With such a nice car, who wouldn't want a joy ride? Dreaming on...

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Ascertaining End

You know what the worst part is?
I'm in that position where I can't talk. And even if I can, I won't.
Doing so would drag me deeper into this, deeper than I want to.
And while I haven't talked, the paranoia of the repercussions of silence is slowly chewing through my mind.
It's torture knowing what is at stake by this childish fiasco.
I refuse to get dragged into this, so I refuse to speak.
And if you know better, do stop putting me in the middle.

Friday, February 17, 2012

My Biggest Heartbreak

This is not really about the girl who tore my heart to pieces, though that could have been an equally interesting story as it is boring. It started with my professor recalling advising me during my enrollment regarding one of my subjects which shouldn't have been credited. That was the enrollment for my first semester in this university. After his recollection, he started asking me different questions, confirming that I transferred from this certain university, and asking me how and why it happened, among others. For almost 7 months now, this was the first time I got to talk with much gusto in any of my classes. What's more, it's the first time I got to talk to anyone about this. I told my story without feeling remorseful as I've carried this feeling for more than a year now and I think I've already moved on. Then the questions "What's it like there?" and "How is it different from here?" came up. I tried to stick with how academics was there since I didn't want to open up too much and before I knew it, I was reminiscing and telling myself how much much better everything was there. The conversation ended with the professor complimenting how good the foundations of my statics know-how was though I really doubt he was serious. And now I realize I haven't really moved on, and I know, it would take more than a year to do so.

On a quite different but relevant note, I was in Katips the other day at 4 in the morning playing L4D after attending the University Fair when I suddenly felt like going home to the dorm I last stayed in before transferring. I recalled the feeling I had snuggling comfortably on my double deck and sleeping early in the morning as I've been out the whole evening. I terribly miss that.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Smiles Apart

On a bipolar, over-thinking, 4-rules-for-a-happy-life-breaking note, I have to applaud you for having made me wait for so long, expect for nothing, assume the improbable, wait for something in return. With that, I'm gracious. Let me wait some more.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Hard in the Head

Once again, I evaded what could have been a kettle of vultures circling over my answers in a chemistry exercise; and possibly evaded making some new superficial friendships too. Or could I have once again missed the chance to make new friends?

The other week, I discreetly tried to drive my classmates away when, while answering laboratory exercises, one told me to let him copy. While he was whispering this to me, other classmates started gathering behind me and looking over my paper. I immediately told him that I don't let others copy my work but I'd be willing to teach him how it's done. Only 2 classmates attempted to ask me to teach them and the others crowded those who shared answers and the others left scavenging for answers.

This afternoon, I was confronted with a similar situation. After our exam in chemistry, we were asked to answer another set of exercises on our lab manuals. I finished the exam early so I had the chance to do the exercise early. Soon, people started approaching me, asking me if I've done the exercises. I just shrugged my shoulders. One attempted to ask me to teach him. I tried to ignore him for no other reason but a familiarity on the attempt of making me answer the questions for him. It really annoyed me that these people, it seems, didn't even attempt to look at the exercises on the manual since the solutions were already there. This is where I'm torn apart in pieces. Sharing my answers would mean I'm promoting cheating, and the floodgates would open and every time, people would bug me. However, not doing so would mean that I'm not friendly, or I'm selfish, or some other head blowing negative stuff. I really didn't want to get confronted with these things so I passed my work and, with the teacher's permission, left early. At that moment, it felt like freedom. I escaped the confrontation between my principles and my image. I knew that staying would be the least best thing to do since I either had to entertain people for answers, or sit arrogantly among my classmates rejecting anyone who'd ask for what they thought was help.

One friend told me not to be too critical with them. I've been thinking about this and maybe she's right. I could cut them some slack since they're relatively young(freshies) and maybe I could have made good friends with some by starting there. One day, maybe I would.

Now I'm still torn. Is this what relationships are worth?