On the very first day of high school, I was so immature. All the childish toughts were still dominant in my personality. These were a result to 3 years of schooling in an all-boy school. I know that its odd to hear that students from Don Bosco Technology Center (DBTC), a catholic school, would have students who are so-called kiatan. But it is inevitable that boys would be boys. We show off what we have to be on the top. Pride is the result of such actions. Don't wonder why I have too much pride.
I know that it was wrong that I brought that prideful attitude in UP. What can I do? It was who I was. I was wrong and I admit. As time passed, I knew that I had to change my attitude. It was a long process. I think it is impossible that this habit to cease. I admit that it is hard to contain my pride. My ego is just so easy to target. Even little side comments bother me. I want to change.
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the person who really wanted to change for the better.
Together with the changing process, I was so filled with laughter. In some instances, my laugh is so sarcastic that it makes other people feel bad. I don't know why but I easily laugh when other people are in mild accidents (i.e. matakilpo ). But not all times that I laughed were the times that others were in bad incidents. I laughed with people mostly. Whenever we had time to bond an just talk, all of us laugh. We laugh when funny moments are recalled. We laugh when we do something weird. We are just being joyful.
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the one who laughed with you during good and bad times. The one who makes people smile with his actions. The one who sess life as a simple thing.
A project for me is done with content, not the decorations and other miscellaneous add-ons. For me, the content is the thing that is important in a project. A project is given to enhance researching skills, writing skills, and some other skills. But art projects are those that need to be designed. I believe in the principle simplicity is beauty. I hate designing because I don't know how! (it's my opinion)
I want to be remembered as Dan Henry, the one who always sees things simple and unsophisticated.
But that most important thing that I want to be remembered is being a friend to those who needed a friend. A friend who has a helping hand. A friend who could have pushed you down but helped you back up. A friend who laughed with you in happy times and mourned with you during bad. A friend who didn't leave you hanging. A friend whom you can lend you a crying shoulder. A friend whom you could ask for advice. A friend whom you could release your anger to. (e.g. punch.., not joking!)
I don't want to be remembered just because I am the son of a faculty member or because I was a member of the batch.
I don't want to be remembered as the harsh CWTS officer who was blinded with power. Instead, I want to be remembered as the blinded officer who saw the error of his ways and accepted it to change eventually.
But most of all, I want to be remembered for what I am, not what I had.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
BSPT-my college course??
As what I have talked about in one of my posts that I have a dilemma of choosing what course to take during college. Another choice came into being. I could take up BSPT or Bachelor of Science in Physical Therapy.
This course has something to do basically with the rehabilitation of a healed part of the human body, a healed broken bone for example. This maybe not much but it is fulfilling. With ComSci (Computer Science), I can help businessmen or companies perhaps. With ChemE (Chemical Engineering), I help people indirectly. But with PT (Physical Therapy), I can help people personally. I can help more people. Helping people heal wasn't in my mind when I was younger, but I realized that I wanted to help people.
Being in public service is something that some people want to 'do'. They only entertain them. They only supply them with their basic commodities. But they also look at the profit they could make. Being a physical therapist, a person can serve with his own hands and let the patients feel the care that they need. A gentle rehabilitation for a stressful disaster.
But I still need to look at the fees that have to be paid to become a physical therapist. First of all, there is the tuition fee. Now is the time for weighing things. For the first year, a student has to pay about Php 27600. While for the second year is just about the same. For the third year, about Php 27800. For the fourth year is Php 29100. But BSPT is a five-year course. There is the fifth year. The tuition fee for the fifth year is about a shocking Php 64ooo! It is so expensive! The approximate total is Php 176100.
Good thing that my sister told me that she will pay for my college education. I am very thankful to her because even though she already has a husband, she didn't forget her family. I know that she and her husband would soon make a family of their own, she would still support my education. The problem of the tuition fee is now out of the way.
You may be wondering about one thing: If I want to serve people, why Pt and not nursing?
It is because in nursing, there is a thing called the nightshift or the graveyard shift and PT has a regular 8-hr office hours. I know that in service, there is sacrifice. But I can't sacrifice my health. If I am in a nightshift, my body would be tired because I tire very quick. I can't be able to to my job so well. But with a regular 8-hr schedule, I can rest and be a hundred percent in doing my job.
Another is that if I want to go abroad (IF i want to...), there is also a great demand of PT's there. If salary is being discussed, nursing and PT is just about the same. But my sister told me that PT's have larger salaries because of overtime. But going abroad is not on my mind right now because the people I want to help recover are the Filipinoes. In a way, I can help other Filipinoes.
If I would pass the entrance test and qualify for enrollment, I would take up BSPT.
This course has something to do basically with the rehabilitation of a healed part of the human body, a healed broken bone for example. This maybe not much but it is fulfilling. With ComSci (Computer Science), I can help businessmen or companies perhaps. With ChemE (Chemical Engineering), I help people indirectly. But with PT (Physical Therapy), I can help people personally. I can help more people. Helping people heal wasn't in my mind when I was younger, but I realized that I wanted to help people.
Being in public service is something that some people want to 'do'. They only entertain them. They only supply them with their basic commodities. But they also look at the profit they could make. Being a physical therapist, a person can serve with his own hands and let the patients feel the care that they need. A gentle rehabilitation for a stressful disaster.
But I still need to look at the fees that have to be paid to become a physical therapist. First of all, there is the tuition fee. Now is the time for weighing things. For the first year, a student has to pay about Php 27600. While for the second year is just about the same. For the third year, about Php 27800. For the fourth year is Php 29100. But BSPT is a five-year course. There is the fifth year. The tuition fee for the fifth year is about a shocking Php 64ooo! It is so expensive! The approximate total is Php 176100.
Good thing that my sister told me that she will pay for my college education. I am very thankful to her because even though she already has a husband, she didn't forget her family. I know that she and her husband would soon make a family of their own, she would still support my education. The problem of the tuition fee is now out of the way.
You may be wondering about one thing: If I want to serve people, why Pt and not nursing?
It is because in nursing, there is a thing called the nightshift or the graveyard shift and PT has a regular 8-hr office hours. I know that in service, there is sacrifice. But I can't sacrifice my health. If I am in a nightshift, my body would be tired because I tire very quick. I can't be able to to my job so well. But with a regular 8-hr schedule, I can rest and be a hundred percent in doing my job.
Another is that if I want to go abroad (IF i want to...), there is also a great demand of PT's there. If salary is being discussed, nursing and PT is just about the same. But my sister told me that PT's have larger salaries because of overtime. But going abroad is not on my mind right now because the people I want to help recover are the Filipinoes. In a way, I can help other Filipinoes.
If I would pass the entrance test and qualify for enrollment, I would take up BSPT.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
college dilemma...
Once in a high school student's life comes a time where he/she has to choose what course to take during college. Being a fourth year high school student, I am currently experiencing such dilemma.
A student prefers one of the two fields: analysis or memorization. Or others could be neither, or both. As for me, I prefer analysis because I hate memorizing. Memorization for me is just storing temporary data in the brain, but analysis is a permanent understanding of a subject.
Back to the topic, I can choose a course that is more on analysis. But I can't figure out the profession that will suit me after I graduate. Ergo, I have to choose a course that offers me a suitable occupation. I want to have a well-paying job that is enjoyable. I could take up BS Computer Science and be a computer programmer since I enjoy being in front of a PC monitor like my friends. But I have to look at the cons, just to weigh things out. As what the picture in my blog shows, I am wearing eye glasses. But what is now obvious there is the grades of the lenses. Honestly, they are very high. Going back to being a computer programmer, I have to be face a computer monitor for a long time in order to work. My concern is my precious blurred vision, and I mean precious. I know that this is what I have, I have to make the most out of it. Not just wasting it all away facing a computer monitor.
As we were educated with the subject of chemistry, I found it very intersting. I found it very easy to learn when you get the hang of it. Though the terminologies are very difficult, they were easy to place in my mind. It is because they can be remembered with analysis. For example (just an easy one), boiling point is the temperature at which a liquid starts to boil. It can be analyzed like this: the temperature where a liquid starts to boil is boiling point. It pretty much easier to remember than: ang epiko ng Ilocos ay ang Biag ni Lam-ang. You have to memorize that. Though it has no relevance to me at all, I have to memorize that though I know in a couple of years, no body in the batch would remember that (no offense but I just found that irrelevant in my life).
With that ease with studying about chemistry, I could choose BS Chemical Engineering as a course in college. But, (there's that but again) I don't know what kind of job I would have if I pursue the course. As what my sister tells me, "tighimo ra ka ug sabon". I know that she is justing joking to make me a little confused. But what can I do? I am unfamiliar with the professions the course would let me. I could work at MEPZ. But I don't want to. I am asthmatic too. The fumes that I would breathe in if I become a chemical engineer could cause my death. I will not be a chemist or anything that involves chemical reactions that creates fumes.
My God! I cannot choose courses that will harm my health.
A student prefers one of the two fields: analysis or memorization. Or others could be neither, or both. As for me, I prefer analysis because I hate memorizing. Memorization for me is just storing temporary data in the brain, but analysis is a permanent understanding of a subject.
Back to the topic, I can choose a course that is more on analysis. But I can't figure out the profession that will suit me after I graduate. Ergo, I have to choose a course that offers me a suitable occupation. I want to have a well-paying job that is enjoyable. I could take up BS Computer Science and be a computer programmer since I enjoy being in front of a PC monitor like my friends. But I have to look at the cons, just to weigh things out. As what the picture in my blog shows, I am wearing eye glasses. But what is now obvious there is the grades of the lenses. Honestly, they are very high. Going back to being a computer programmer, I have to be face a computer monitor for a long time in order to work. My concern is my precious blurred vision, and I mean precious. I know that this is what I have, I have to make the most out of it. Not just wasting it all away facing a computer monitor.
As we were educated with the subject of chemistry, I found it very intersting. I found it very easy to learn when you get the hang of it. Though the terminologies are very difficult, they were easy to place in my mind. It is because they can be remembered with analysis. For example (just an easy one), boiling point is the temperature at which a liquid starts to boil. It can be analyzed like this: the temperature where a liquid starts to boil is boiling point. It pretty much easier to remember than: ang epiko ng Ilocos ay ang Biag ni Lam-ang. You have to memorize that. Though it has no relevance to me at all, I have to memorize that though I know in a couple of years, no body in the batch would remember that (no offense but I just found that irrelevant in my life).
With that ease with studying about chemistry, I could choose BS Chemical Engineering as a course in college. But, (there's that but again) I don't know what kind of job I would have if I pursue the course. As what my sister tells me, "tighimo ra ka ug sabon". I know that she is justing joking to make me a little confused. But what can I do? I am unfamiliar with the professions the course would let me. I could work at MEPZ. But I don't want to. I am asthmatic too. The fumes that I would breathe in if I become a chemical engineer could cause my death. I will not be a chemist or anything that involves chemical reactions that creates fumes.
My God! I cannot choose courses that will harm my health.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
physics class....
Physics is one of the sciences that are taught to high school students. It is usually taught in the fourth year level. But in the University of the Philippines High School in Cebu, it is taught in the third year level (Basic Physics) and in the fourth year level (Advanced Physics).
One can assume that Advanced Physics would be more difficult. But in my experience, I find Basic Physics harder. Maybe it is my fault (laziness), but I found basic physics very hard to be understood. It was just mainly about linear motion and projectile motion. But the formulas that were used in solving were very hard to utilize. During the first grading period, I was unable to answer more than 50% of the total questions asked (that includes the discussions, assignments, seatworks, long tests, and the periodical test).
One factor of my performance is Sir Nuñez's bedroom voice. Every physics class would be like a sleeping pill to me. I feel very sleepy during his class. That would make me very behind to the discussion. As I pondered upon my performance in the subject, I realized that I had to try harder. So I did. I practiced. I triumphed. Though I was not the best, my grade was enough to make me pass.
Now in the fourth year, I find advanced physics easier. The reason is that advanced physics is more on concepts. So I don't have to deal with a lot of equations
One can assume that Advanced Physics would be more difficult. But in my experience, I find Basic Physics harder. Maybe it is my fault (laziness), but I found basic physics very hard to be understood. It was just mainly about linear motion and projectile motion. But the formulas that were used in solving were very hard to utilize. During the first grading period, I was unable to answer more than 50% of the total questions asked (that includes the discussions, assignments, seatworks, long tests, and the periodical test).
One factor of my performance is Sir Nuñez's bedroom voice. Every physics class would be like a sleeping pill to me. I feel very sleepy during his class. That would make me very behind to the discussion. As I pondered upon my performance in the subject, I realized that I had to try harder. So I did. I practiced. I triumphed. Though I was not the best, my grade was enough to make me pass.
Now in the fourth year, I find advanced physics easier. The reason is that advanced physics is more on concepts. So I don't have to deal with a lot of equations
Monday, March 05, 2007
lingering look
The Look
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
-- Sara Teasdale
Isn't it weird that only a look remained while the kisses weren't?Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
-- Sara Teasdale
One thing can be remembered if it has a signifaicant value to a person. In the poem, the kisses by Strephon and Robin maybe were just flings, or maybe just lust.
Each person looks for a someone that would be the one who would complement him/her. As you see, each person looks for someone that he/she would love who would love him/her back.
A kiss would mean 'love' to some people. But sometimes, it would just mean lust. But Colin's look was so full of love that it remained forever in the speaker.
In life, even the littlest thing may sometimes have the biggest effect. Sometimes, a single word may be remembered forever by a person because of its big effect. In the poem, Colin's gaze was so full of passion, so full of life. Or maybe Colin is someone who the speaker has unknowingly loved.
Love works in baffling ways. We may not notice it, we could have been loving someone without us even knowing it. I know that because I did, I really did. When I first became aware of loving that special someone, I felt light. I felt that I was on cloud nine. If you have loved or currently loving someone, you would agree with me a hundred percent. To be in love means happiness if you only look on the bright side. The not so bright side is the times of obstacles. But when the two people team up and work together, no obstacle in the world can break the love they share.
I am a little bit moving away from the topic back there. So, I will go back to the poem.
Strephon and Robin were two different people. Since the poem states that Strephon kissed the speaker in spring and Robin in the fall, it can be inferred that she 'loved' them at different times.
Why did I enclosed the word 'loved' in quotation marks? This is my reason:
Jest and play are synonymous. Both are related to humor, laughter, or mockery of some sort. Both have a definition opposed to seriousness. That means that the relationships of the speaker
with Strephon and Robin are just flings. That is the reason why Strephon's kiss was lost in jest and Robin's lost in play.
On the other hand, Colin's look was meant more than a kiss from flings. When noticing that Colin was looking at her, the speaker would have probably looked at Colin's eyes for Colin's look to haunt her night and day. An eye-to-eye contact shows more what words can say. It shows compassion by both parties.
A different reason for Colin's haunting look could be that Colin was someone to the speaker in the past. Colin could have been her special someone would she broke up with and regretted what she had done because she still loved him through the years.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
the person behind the glasses...
February 20, 1990 , 9:30 am- A couple at Chong Hua Hospital received another blessing from the Lord Almighty. A baby boy was born. The baby was so special because he is the first son that they had (and he is the one and only son!). The couple, Mr. & Mrs. Buenaventura Montaño, named their son Dan Henry. They got the name from a book entitled 'The Golden Cup'.
According to Webster's Dictionary, Dan means 'judge' while Henry means 'home ruler'. From these one can say the the child is wise in making decisions and has authority. But if you truely know the child, you will definitely see that there is more in him than his name. As I think you already know, I am the couple's child.
One of my principles is to enjoy life to the fullest. If you know me, you have known that I am a happy-go-lucky type of person. I seldomly take things seriously. You might think that when it comes to doing things, I would contribute the least help- BUT I DON'T! This is because I give my sincerity to important things. When I need to achieve a goal, I will be very serious. So please see the inner me before judging.
As what my name suggests (Dan - judge), I am definitely a wise person. That might have sounded a little bit like bragging but I certainly wasn't. Wisdom is a value that is about decision making. I was wise enough to choose to study in UP than in other schools. It is where certain chapters in my life happened. There are many other wise decisions that I have made that I don't recall doing so. (*lol*)
But I am definitely a person with a very high pride. I must admit. No matter how hard I try to change that, I can't. I ordinary mingling with friends, that would always show. Even if I don't mean to, the words that come out from my mouth would sound braggy. Though a lot of people say that I am 'hambugero', I can't change. I really need to change this!
Dan Henry as a CWTS officer is my alter ego. He is different person from what I really am. He is very ill-tempered. He is a perfactionist. He insults others that make mistakes. And he is a very hot headed person (though the real Dan Henry is the same...). I am wrong in creating this personality. Firstly, it was a violation in the guidelines for a CWTS officer (You must be the same person as a person and as an officer). I did because I wanted to have my revenge because of the ill treatment we received during our training. But as time passed by, my views changed. If I won't cease this trend, who would? I wanted to stop it because I wanted it to be less harsh.
There are a lot more characteristics that I have that others know but I don't. This is the third window of the Johari's Window. The characteristics that I have talked about are in the first window (I know and everybody knows).
I hope that if I do change, it would be for the better.
According to Webster's Dictionary, Dan means 'judge' while Henry means 'home ruler'. From these one can say the the child is wise in making decisions and has authority. But if you truely know the child, you will definitely see that there is more in him than his name. As I think you already know, I am the couple's child.
One of my principles is to enjoy life to the fullest. If you know me, you have known that I am a happy-go-lucky type of person. I seldomly take things seriously. You might think that when it comes to doing things, I would contribute the least help- BUT I DON'T! This is because I give my sincerity to important things. When I need to achieve a goal, I will be very serious. So please see the inner me before judging.
As what my name suggests (Dan - judge), I am definitely a wise person. That might have sounded a little bit like bragging but I certainly wasn't. Wisdom is a value that is about decision making. I was wise enough to choose to study in UP than in other schools. It is where certain chapters in my life happened. There are many other wise decisions that I have made that I don't recall doing so. (*lol*)
But I am definitely a person with a very high pride. I must admit. No matter how hard I try to change that, I can't. I ordinary mingling with friends, that would always show. Even if I don't mean to, the words that come out from my mouth would sound braggy. Though a lot of people say that I am 'hambugero', I can't change. I really need to change this!
Dan Henry as a CWTS officer is my alter ego. He is different person from what I really am. He is very ill-tempered. He is a perfactionist. He insults others that make mistakes. And he is a very hot headed person (though the real Dan Henry is the same...). I am wrong in creating this personality. Firstly, it was a violation in the guidelines for a CWTS officer (You must be the same person as a person and as an officer). I did because I wanted to have my revenge because of the ill treatment we received during our training. But as time passed by, my views changed. If I won't cease this trend, who would? I wanted to stop it because I wanted it to be less harsh.
There are a lot more characteristics that I have that others know but I don't. This is the third window of the Johari's Window. The characteristics that I have talked about are in the first window (I know and everybody knows).
I hope that if I do change, it would be for the better.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
CWTS gasa sa gugma outreach...
A human being starts as 2 cells in different people. These cells unite and become an embryo. This is the conception of a human being. After 9 months, a baby is born. It would be loved by its parent/s. It would be given 24/7 attention. It would be cared for. It would become a part of a family.
This is what happens in every family. As the baby grows, it becomes more special to the eyes of its parents. As the baby, it is loved more. When he/she would start schooling, he gains knowledge that he needs in his life.
He/she grows into a teenager, then an adult, then a senior citizen.
We, the fourth year students of the UP High School Cebu, went to Gasa sa Gugma in Mabolo for their CWTS subject to hold an outreach program last friday. We planned to entertain them with presentations by the different platoons. We went there via Kaoshiung bus. As we entered the place, we started to be excited to give the old people in there the love and care that a family can give.
We arrived there about 2:30pm. We had to switch plans because there was a celebration of the holy mass at 3pm and we were only there until 4:15pm. Instead of having a program, we just gave them our company. We talked to them. Our hearts were touched with what we saw. We came to realize that in due time, we would be in their present condition.
Lola Lucia started to say this: 'gai ko ug sinsilyo sir'. I had a feeling that she was a beggar sometime ago. She was always repeating the alphabet song. More particularly, she was always repeating the part 'Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z'. I can't remember what she was saying because she was eating her words. I wasn't able to decipher what she was saying. But her expression everytime she finishes speaking was unforgetable. Her expression was that she winked her left eye and said 'oher!'. I don't know what that means but I remember it. But I was shocked with what the personnel in the place treated her. I saw that her was threatening to pinch her when she wasn't able to recite the 'Amahan Namo' and the 'Maghimaya ka Maria". I saw the whole thing. Whe was mean! That is no way of treating and old person. She should've understood Lola Lucia. Maybe I was wrong in judging that person. It is a stressful job to take care of dozens of old people. But threatening an old person? I rest my case. I am not the right person to judge the personnel.
Lola Lucia was carried away by another personnel. So I went and approached Lolo Diosdado Trinidad. Lolo Diosdado was saying that 'maghinigugmaay ta kay magigsuon kita'. I thought that in that visit, I would learn something that would be significant in my life. I won't forget that. He also said that we should forgive each other because of the same reason. I think that Lolo Diosdado wasn't able to do that. Maybe he is regretting what he did and tells people so that they won't do the mistake that he has done. Thank you Lo!
I accompanied another old person. But I wasn't able to know his name. He was very forgetful. The others told him that FPJ had died, he would react like this: 'ha? patay na si FPJ? dugay na?'. After a while, they would tell him again, and he would then react the same way. I could just feel the hardships that these old people feel everyday. I don't know if he would forget that we visited them.
Then, I went to accompany another old man. Unlike the others, he spoke in english. Every person that goes near him, he would say either 'You are handsome!' or 'You are beautiful'. It may seem odd, but I idolize him. He sees everything beautifully. He sees that every thing that God has made is beautiful. Yes, I idolize him. As he saw me wearing glasses, he said to me that I was a professor. I was shocked! He then told me that he was an engineer. I wasn't able to hear him say what kind. Maybe he was a mechanical engineer. He gave me a thumbs up. It felt good that a person that I just met would encourage me to study hard.
But it all had to end. We had to return to UP. As we said goodbye to the oldies we visited, tears were a common sight. It felt good to visit Gasa sa Gugma. When I would become a successful man, I would return there and donate what they really need.
I hope that they would all be safe.
This is what happens in every family. As the baby grows, it becomes more special to the eyes of its parents. As the baby, it is loved more. When he/she would start schooling, he gains knowledge that he needs in his life.
He/she grows into a teenager, then an adult, then a senior citizen.
We, the fourth year students of the UP High School Cebu, went to Gasa sa Gugma in Mabolo for their CWTS subject to hold an outreach program last friday. We planned to entertain them with presentations by the different platoons. We went there via Kaoshiung bus. As we entered the place, we started to be excited to give the old people in there the love and care that a family can give.
We arrived there about 2:30pm. We had to switch plans because there was a celebration of the holy mass at 3pm and we were only there until 4:15pm. Instead of having a program, we just gave them our company. We talked to them. Our hearts were touched with what we saw. We came to realize that in due time, we would be in their present condition.
Lola Lucia started to say this: 'gai ko ug sinsilyo sir'. I had a feeling that she was a beggar sometime ago. She was always repeating the alphabet song. More particularly, she was always repeating the part 'Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z'. I can't remember what she was saying because she was eating her words. I wasn't able to decipher what she was saying. But her expression everytime she finishes speaking was unforgetable. Her expression was that she winked her left eye and said 'oher!'. I don't know what that means but I remember it. But I was shocked with what the personnel in the place treated her. I saw that her was threatening to pinch her when she wasn't able to recite the 'Amahan Namo' and the 'Maghimaya ka Maria". I saw the whole thing. Whe was mean! That is no way of treating and old person. She should've understood Lola Lucia. Maybe I was wrong in judging that person. It is a stressful job to take care of dozens of old people. But threatening an old person? I rest my case. I am not the right person to judge the personnel.
Lola Lucia was carried away by another personnel. So I went and approached Lolo Diosdado Trinidad. Lolo Diosdado was saying that 'maghinigugmaay ta kay magigsuon kita'. I thought that in that visit, I would learn something that would be significant in my life. I won't forget that. He also said that we should forgive each other because of the same reason. I think that Lolo Diosdado wasn't able to do that. Maybe he is regretting what he did and tells people so that they won't do the mistake that he has done. Thank you Lo!
I accompanied another old person. But I wasn't able to know his name. He was very forgetful. The others told him that FPJ had died, he would react like this: 'ha? patay na si FPJ? dugay na?'. After a while, they would tell him again, and he would then react the same way. I could just feel the hardships that these old people feel everyday. I don't know if he would forget that we visited them.
Then, I went to accompany another old man. Unlike the others, he spoke in english. Every person that goes near him, he would say either 'You are handsome!' or 'You are beautiful'. It may seem odd, but I idolize him. He sees everything beautifully. He sees that every thing that God has made is beautiful. Yes, I idolize him. As he saw me wearing glasses, he said to me that I was a professor. I was shocked! He then told me that he was an engineer. I wasn't able to hear him say what kind. Maybe he was a mechanical engineer. He gave me a thumbs up. It felt good that a person that I just met would encourage me to study hard.
But it all had to end. We had to return to UP. As we said goodbye to the oldies we visited, tears were a common sight. It felt good to visit Gasa sa Gugma. When I would become a successful man, I would return there and donate what they really need.
I hope that they would all be safe.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
addiction to computer games...
Ragnarok is battle at the end of the world in Norse Mythology. As time game title says, the game has some traces of Norse mythology.
During our sophomore year, Nico Martin Eñego and Paul Andrew Gutib introduced me to the game before the christmas vacation. At first, I asked a lot about the game. When I got the hang of it, I played it until majority of my money is spent. It needs load to play(it is a pay-to-play game). Now, I can't think of a reason why I got addicted to it. Maybe it was the graphics, or because it was fun.
My reason for playing computer games is that it doesn't only be fun to me, it is also my anger output. It is where I let my anger out. In Ragnarok Online (RO), your character kills monsters and get experience points so that they level up. I release my anger on every monster that I fight.
I think that was my first reason for playing it. I got better. When a person gets better, he wants to be better once more. So I created another account and started all over again. In my first account, my character was a hunter, the 2nd Job class of an archer. I think I name that character as 'danhenry09' or something else. Then when I created another account, I created a rogue, the 2nd Job class of a theif. Its name was '=manununggab='. In that account, I had 5 characters. I only remember the rogue because it was the character the I concentrated levelling up. I think it is already level 82. It is very difficult levelling up in this level because it needs a quite large experience points to level up.
I grew tired of the slow levelling up that I created 4 more characters in that account (1 account supports 5 characters). I anjoyed a little. But came to the difficult levels again. I soon realized that I spent about Php 800.00 on that account. (My first account was about Php 2000.00 because I had to rent a computer in an internet cafe because I didn't have a CD. That character was only about level 58).
I stopped because I have better things to spend for than just a computer game.
And again, I was introduced to another computer game. But it no longer needed load to play. I think it were Byron Douglas Enriquez and Robert Opone who introduced me to this game. It was midway in third year high school that they introduced me to the game. The game was DotA (Defense of the Ancients). More violence. My first game was quite bad. I was like a stray lamb waiting for a wolf to eat me. I was that bad. After many games, I raised my game a notch or two. I became better at it. I was now the wolf, but no one is the lamb. We played after classes. My savings really suffered because they were very small.
Now in the fourth year, I found no reason to continue at being addicted to computer games. Now I control myself from playing computer games.
Eventhough my savings are still little, at least I spent it on food and neccessary payments.
During our sophomore year, Nico Martin Eñego and Paul Andrew Gutib introduced me to the game before the christmas vacation. At first, I asked a lot about the game. When I got the hang of it, I played it until majority of my money is spent. It needs load to play(it is a pay-to-play game). Now, I can't think of a reason why I got addicted to it. Maybe it was the graphics, or because it was fun.
My reason for playing computer games is that it doesn't only be fun to me, it is also my anger output. It is where I let my anger out. In Ragnarok Online (RO), your character kills monsters and get experience points so that they level up. I release my anger on every monster that I fight.
I think that was my first reason for playing it. I got better. When a person gets better, he wants to be better once more. So I created another account and started all over again. In my first account, my character was a hunter, the 2nd Job class of an archer. I think I name that character as 'danhenry09' or something else. Then when I created another account, I created a rogue, the 2nd Job class of a theif. Its name was '=manununggab='. In that account, I had 5 characters. I only remember the rogue because it was the character the I concentrated levelling up. I think it is already level 82. It is very difficult levelling up in this level because it needs a quite large experience points to level up.
I grew tired of the slow levelling up that I created 4 more characters in that account (1 account supports 5 characters). I anjoyed a little. But came to the difficult levels again. I soon realized that I spent about Php 800.00 on that account. (My first account was about Php 2000.00 because I had to rent a computer in an internet cafe because I didn't have a CD. That character was only about level 58).
I stopped because I have better things to spend for than just a computer game.
And again, I was introduced to another computer game. But it no longer needed load to play. I think it were Byron Douglas Enriquez and Robert Opone who introduced me to this game. It was midway in third year high school that they introduced me to the game. The game was DotA (Defense of the Ancients). More violence. My first game was quite bad. I was like a stray lamb waiting for a wolf to eat me. I was that bad. After many games, I raised my game a notch or two. I became better at it. I was now the wolf, but no one is the lamb. We played after classes. My savings really suffered because they were very small.
Now in the fourth year, I found no reason to continue at being addicted to computer games. Now I control myself from playing computer games.
Eventhough my savings are still little, at least I spent it on food and neccessary payments.
problem with women and men...
This world is imperfect. Nothing is perfect, nobody is perfect. All of us have flaws. Once I get to know a person a little better, my perception on them changes. If we are in good terms, I see their good side more. But if not, I see their tainted selves.
The problems with women...
When I think about this topic, I tend to think about the female friends that I have. As what I have mentioned, I see their good side more. It is very hard for me to know what is wrong about them. But I can try, can I? All of what I can think of are in general. I don't say that all women are like this.
First of all, I think that women are just too sensitive. I am a practical joker. I make jokes. Sometimes, they hurt. And sometimes they don't. All I want is that in my own little way, I can spread the happiness that is inside me (or let happiness enter me). Even though some of my jokes are not offensive, they tend to be angry. They have an excuse because I know that I can be annoying at times, but please! If you just go with the flow, I know you will not be offended.
Women can be sensitive when it comes to the heat of the sun. They try to evade to sun as if it could cook them! It is just the sun, it won't bite. A little tan would not hurt, would it?
Women can also be so unfair. A male would be mean if he would hurt a female physically. And if females would spank males for example, the male won't retaliate because they would be branded mean. This doesn't give females the right to hurt males physically. ( I know that I am mean... I try to be good from now on...)
Another problem with women is that they idolize men by their handsomeness and shout it to the world as if there was an emergency. It is so irritating to the ears! (please don't be offended because I am just stating what is in my mind and I am entitled to my own opinion. If you want to have revenge on me, write about what I do that irritates you.)
I'll stop here about the problems with women and proceed to the men.
The problems with men...
I think of the flaws that I have. I also think of the flaws that other males have too. Once again, these are generalities. Not all males are like this.
Firsly, men are harsh. I know this because I am harsh. That is a problem about me. It can never be deleted that males need to express anger as violence. If we don't, all the anger we have would be expressed in a single target when we can no longer take it.
As you see, terrorists that are known are all males. Almost everything we want to have, we try to get it through violence. That is how harsh we males are.
Males are insensitive too. We don't easily understand what other people (esp. girls) feel. We see that they are fine where in fact deep down inside them, they are depressed or angry. All I can say is that all men should be sensitive to the feelings of others. We may hurt them without even knowing we did.
The two of these problems are only some of the problems that I can personally see in me.
I have no more to say.
I have no more to write.
If you are not reading this in the day,
Have a good sleep, thank you for reading, and goodnight!
The problems with women...
When I think about this topic, I tend to think about the female friends that I have. As what I have mentioned, I see their good side more. It is very hard for me to know what is wrong about them. But I can try, can I? All of what I can think of are in general. I don't say that all women are like this.
First of all, I think that women are just too sensitive. I am a practical joker. I make jokes. Sometimes, they hurt. And sometimes they don't. All I want is that in my own little way, I can spread the happiness that is inside me (or let happiness enter me). Even though some of my jokes are not offensive, they tend to be angry. They have an excuse because I know that I can be annoying at times, but please! If you just go with the flow, I know you will not be offended.
Women can be sensitive when it comes to the heat of the sun. They try to evade to sun as if it could cook them! It is just the sun, it won't bite. A little tan would not hurt, would it?
Women can also be so unfair. A male would be mean if he would hurt a female physically. And if females would spank males for example, the male won't retaliate because they would be branded mean. This doesn't give females the right to hurt males physically. ( I know that I am mean... I try to be good from now on...)
Another problem with women is that they idolize men by their handsomeness and shout it to the world as if there was an emergency. It is so irritating to the ears! (please don't be offended because I am just stating what is in my mind and I am entitled to my own opinion. If you want to have revenge on me, write about what I do that irritates you.)
I'll stop here about the problems with women and proceed to the men.
The problems with men...
I think of the flaws that I have. I also think of the flaws that other males have too. Once again, these are generalities. Not all males are like this.
Firsly, men are harsh. I know this because I am harsh. That is a problem about me. It can never be deleted that males need to express anger as violence. If we don't, all the anger we have would be expressed in a single target when we can no longer take it.
As you see, terrorists that are known are all males. Almost everything we want to have, we try to get it through violence. That is how harsh we males are.
Males are insensitive too. We don't easily understand what other people (esp. girls) feel. We see that they are fine where in fact deep down inside them, they are depressed or angry. All I can say is that all men should be sensitive to the feelings of others. We may hurt them without even knowing we did.
The two of these problems are only some of the problems that I can personally see in me.
I have no more to say.
I have no more to write.
If you are not reading this in the day,
Have a good sleep, thank you for reading, and goodnight!
internet connection...
Just last weekend, our internet connection was absent, AGAIN.
Some children of my lola (mother's side) live together in one compound. It is where their families live everyday. It is where I live. We call it the Yee Compound. Since each of the houses there have computers, the compound decided to have a LAN (Local Area Network). Just like in an internet cafè, the computers in our compound are linked together. This way we can share an internet connection. This way we can divide the payment for each month. This way we can save.
Our internet provider is Globelines. Sometimes, there is no internet connection. I hate it because I can no longer search the internet for some topics that I want to know (e.g. Norse mythology... but I am not adept at this topic because I just want to know about Ragnarok). Another reason is that I ca no longer go to blogger.com to post my entries.
Just this weekend, out internet connection was down. I was so unfortunate because I wasn't able to write my entires yet.
When posting a blog entry, I choose to type it impromptu because I can write good when my mind is motivated. When I open blogger and click on 'New Post', my mind gets motivated. I can write what is really on my mind. I can expound more. But if I write on paper first, I can not focus because I find it very hard to concentrate writing. It is because I get easily distracted and when I get distracted, it takes me a very long time to be motivated again.
I did not say that I can write very good entries when I am motivated. The writings that I do when I am motivated has more things from my mind that those when I am not motivated. I try my best to eliminated that. I want to write many things on my mind on any topic at all times. I don't want this to be a reason that when I need to write an essay, I will write only a very short essay.
Where is this going to? Am I going out of my topic? If you answered yes to the second question, I think so too! Isn't that weird?
I am just typing down what is in my mind. I hope you understand. So back to where this entry started.
I do not go to internet cafès to login to any of my accounts. One of the reasons is that I do not trust the people who are there. They may be watching other computer units but snooping to your keyboard when you type down your password. I have been hacked once, I don't want it to happen again. Another is that there could be a program that would take down everything that is encoded of the keyboard and makes a report about it. I forgot the name of that program. It is connected to hacking. So I would rather be late in my posts than risking the safety of my account.
I waited for the connection to return so that I can post in my blog. I hope that though I am not very motivated, I can write very well about a topic. I hope that what my mind thinks, I can type it down. I hope I can write the best post that I could write.
Some children of my lola (mother's side) live together in one compound. It is where their families live everyday. It is where I live. We call it the Yee Compound. Since each of the houses there have computers, the compound decided to have a LAN (Local Area Network). Just like in an internet cafè, the computers in our compound are linked together. This way we can share an internet connection. This way we can divide the payment for each month. This way we can save.
Our internet provider is Globelines. Sometimes, there is no internet connection. I hate it because I can no longer search the internet for some topics that I want to know (e.g. Norse mythology... but I am not adept at this topic because I just want to know about Ragnarok). Another reason is that I ca no longer go to blogger.com to post my entries.
Just this weekend, out internet connection was down. I was so unfortunate because I wasn't able to write my entires yet.
When posting a blog entry, I choose to type it impromptu because I can write good when my mind is motivated. When I open blogger and click on 'New Post', my mind gets motivated. I can write what is really on my mind. I can expound more. But if I write on paper first, I can not focus because I find it very hard to concentrate writing. It is because I get easily distracted and when I get distracted, it takes me a very long time to be motivated again.
I did not say that I can write very good entries when I am motivated. The writings that I do when I am motivated has more things from my mind that those when I am not motivated. I try my best to eliminated that. I want to write many things on my mind on any topic at all times. I don't want this to be a reason that when I need to write an essay, I will write only a very short essay.
Where is this going to? Am I going out of my topic? If you answered yes to the second question, I think so too! Isn't that weird?
I am just typing down what is in my mind. I hope you understand. So back to where this entry started.
I do not go to internet cafès to login to any of my accounts. One of the reasons is that I do not trust the people who are there. They may be watching other computer units but snooping to your keyboard when you type down your password. I have been hacked once, I don't want it to happen again. Another is that there could be a program that would take down everything that is encoded of the keyboard and makes a report about it. I forgot the name of that program. It is connected to hacking. So I would rather be late in my posts than risking the safety of my account.
I waited for the connection to return so that I can post in my blog. I hope that though I am not very motivated, I can write very well about a topic. I hope that what my mind thinks, I can type it down. I hope I can write the best post that I could write.
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