Reason Out

Recently, my amount of blog posts per week has become a decimal. But before I can continue blogging, I might as well present some reasons why I had to slow down my writing. 

First of all, I'm in fourth year high school. Fourth year in a Philippine Science High School (WV). Doesn't that ring a bell of Research being rushed, challenging projects, never-heard lessons and a bouncy totality of life? I even have lousy photos to prove that:

Here, you can see the autoclave in action.

I was a part of the duo who operated it.

My classmate catching a breath while Homer details out

an event in the Iliad, which I am also required to read.

(She's actually in the climax of her yawn, but that doesn't

mean the book is boring.)

A very symbolic photo of the things I have to deal with

almost everyday.

And honestly, my paternity thinks that my writing is a bad hobby and they do not support me in anything creative I try to do. Everything that doesn't involve teachers and grades to them is  evil. That becomes a problem, given that the only outlet for the irrational part of me is all artsy. When teachers say I write well, I feel heaven. At least in my second home my hobby is appreciated truthfully.

So before this becomes another rant about the people I am supposed to love the most, goodbye and see you in more blog posts!

How to seal a promise

Today was to be average and unremarkable until our Economics teacher found kindness to rent the AVR and turn the channel to ABS-CBN. It was Sir Noynoy Aquino's first ever SONA as the15th president of our country. Of course, we had to watch, right sir?

I listened to the whole SONA which is summarized and turned into a news article here.

I am very sympathetic to those people who wasn't able to watch history be made live but I don't blame Sir Noynoy for not even thinking about making Monday a holiday. Its time to be honest. Less than one tenth would actually listen to the SONA if it was a holiday. I know you'd rather lie on the beach or retreat for the long weekend than listen to a speech.

Anyhow, the SONA was epic. Most of it was well-researched data on how the previous administration deepened their wallets and succumbed to selfishness. The revelations weren't shocking but the fearlessness was. He was crushing an administration that already deep rooted itself in the government. When the cameras showed the crowd and while many were clapping their hands, some where shaking with anger for the public humiliation they were under. It felt like being stabbed in the front. No names were spilled but it was guilt that tortured. Guilt can kill on national television. Now, we all know he knew about the problems. This alone will give him no excuse to set them aside. And quoting a Filipina woman, living in a small space with 6 children, 50 Pesos a day and no stable job, interviewed on TV: "Of course, I don't expect Noynoy to help me immediately. He has a lot of problems that I wouldn't even try to brave. What we need now is to look after ourselves and let our president look after all of us. We should not be problems for our country but hope."

That woman, in her broken down blouse and tight shorts, deserved a front row ticket to the SONA. Sometimes, poverty isn't a choice.

Public Confessions

So recently, it has come to my attention the hassle when you want to ask about something you are just to shy to talk about in public.

Here is a solution for those who want to ask me things that are deemed taboo when your identity is released. Just tick the anonymous button and you'll be mystery. Enjoy!

ASK YOUR QUESTIONS HERE. (or you can just read my answers and prove your theory that I am an alien)

Dikol Gin

Tourist guides and extremely doctored TV footage might tell you that signs of being in Iloilo are a.) sniffing the stomach-curling scent of batchoy or 2.) being constantly thrilled by Hispanic churches and structures which survived the emergence of cellphones and the internet, but they forgot one vital pointer which you will encounter in the next sentence.

Beautiful architecture and batchoy isn't what all Iloilo is about, did anyone still notice the radio broadcasters of Iloilo. They seem to infuse every language with an Ilonggo trait. Samples are:

1. "News brought to you by Dikol Gin, no drowse."
2. 'Sir, ilan po ang napilas (local of nasugatan) sa aksidente?'
3. "Si kasamang Ed live galing Spain!. 
     Broadcaster: Ed? 
     Ed: Magandong hapon po galing sa Spain. 
     Broadcaster: Uuula Ed." 

I lost my phone

In here, I have glorified my very last season phone for being, well, last season. While all I said was true, it was still last season and to buy a new phone is everything except cheap. When the gold arrived, I bought a touchscreen phone that peacefully  shared my pocket with the old but sturdy Nokia 6120c.

A high school guy with two phones! It was torture if all the phones are in silent and someone calls. Apparently, I can not differentiate vibrations so I have to check the two phones all the time. I always look at the wrong one first. Do you hate it when that happens?

Last Friday and Saturday, my school celebrated its 18th Foundation Day exclaiming "18 years of Pisay: An Unfaltering Commitment to the Pursuit of Excellence and Service". Now that is what I call a theme. Your 'Brightening the future of our country" and "Educating amidst diversity" will break in front of our theme.  With all honesty though, I can say that my school had great achievements in record time. The method they use in choosing the right faculty and staff is beyond ideal and should be a model to all the other schools. Quality over quantity always. Smart city over stupid country. Think about it.

Meanwhile, while my school was celebrating, someone was opening my bag's zipper and uncovered my Nokia 6120c which I left in its place because as of the moment, its low battery status can serve no good in a phone call. That someone took the phone and probably fantasized about earning money from his/her new loot.

I am sure I did not misplace the phone. It was untouched in transport. The only time contact was made was when I shoved it inside my bag.

To the person who took it, that phone grows arms in the night and strangles all of your loved ones. Its up to you to figure out if I am using a figure of speech or not.