The Dawn of the Break

Finally, the Intramurals 2009 are done and over with, now its time to enjoy the ‘Semestral Break’. After tearing my tendons on a few sports I dared to try and taking numerous photos of people who were gifted in P.E., I could finally enjoy a nine-day break without school or any graded chore.

The Business Establishment I Never Thought Existed

Has anyone ever heard of the Town Square here in Iloilo? It exists. I know, I was shocked too.

Naming Photos

While I was looking for good websites that could sell my photo stock, I found this interesting photo with a funny page title (encircled in red in the photo).

AF-D 50mm f/1.8 on Nikon D40

Just recently, I bought a 50 mm f/1.8 lens from SM City Iloilo that sadly could not do AF on my Nikon D40. I was pretty scared because I did not trust my capability in manual focus mode but my friend from the Team D40 said you can never go wrong with a nifty fifty.

Alobijod Cove – October 23-24, 2009

The house on top of the rock (obviously)

Me and my 11 other classmates just had a trip to Alobijod Cove to reattach to nature and temporarily escape the hustles of a growing city and a science high school.

We met at our school, 3 o’clock in the afternoon and we arrived at the ferry port near the University of Iloilo at around 4 PM. We braved the waves which were 3 feet tall and 5 feet wide on average to arrive at the Jordan Port. I have to commend the port officials and crew who do their jobs. There is no ferry overloading and they all leave on time so the hassle is kept at the minimum.

Parody Movies Diet

I searched several forums on the internet that rank parody movies and I ended up downloading the following:

1. Robin Hood: Men In Tights
2. Spaceballs
3. Scary Movie 4
4. Disaster Movie

Control Your PC With Your Bluetooth Phone

Once in my life, I have drooled over computer remote controls.

I have Windows Media Center on my laptop and I use it all the time if I need to cool down and listen to songs. The interface of the Media Center is really integrated for PC RCs so I looked up the internet if CD-R king had one. Well they had some but I also found out about this cooler freeware that you can use with your Bluetooth laptop and your Bluetooth Java phone.

PBB: Famous People Edition-The Challenge

If you are Filipino and you enjoy stalking people around on hidden cameras, you must know that there is a new season PBB that's been the talk of the town.

Do you notice the supposedly descriptive 'subtitles' they add to their contestants' nicknames like the transgender's The Math Wizard: Rica, or JP : The Twin of JM. You get the point? If you don't, well God bless ya.

Why Learning English is Important

Here is a funny commercial aired by a language school in Germany. Well, it's not really that funny in the beginning but you will get the humor afterwards.

My Theory on the Calamities

The Landslide. Photo by Espiritu for Inquirer.net
Click here for the full story.

First there was Ondoy who coated Manila with water and Mud. After some hours, Ketsana entered the Philippine Area of Responsibility and wrecked more havoc. Ten thirty morning yesterday, 150 Filipinos died in a landslide in Bengeut. What more has mother nature in store for us?

This is Why I Find Her Hot

Her intellectual sexiness, Senator Miriam Defensor in one of her highly publicized speeches you better not miss.

Spitting out rain

Well, nothing has changed for Iloilo. The weather is still teary with showers boring into skulls and umbrellas.

The rain reminded me of Barney, "If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops, oh, what a rain it would be". So I went outside with my mouth opened wide and gobbled down all the rain I could. A flashback of factories depositing smog in the air, cars raising dust from the road, the particulate matter ever present around me caught in the rain drops happened.

Cooking Inventions

We had an activity in Filipino 3 just last week and the judges were the teachers.

The judges’ table filled with concoctions of unknown compositions. Because of the activity, I know now I don’t want to be a cooking critique.

We had to come up with an innovative new recipe which can be edible or at least safe for ingestion. Me and my group came up with “The Cheesy Egg of Lobres (our group mate)” or in Filipino “Ang Makesong Itlog ni Lobres”. It was basically egg with cheese and canned mushroom in small proportions.

When it rains, everything smells

I'm stuck at my desk, all alone and desperately searching for entertainment. My co-habitant is not here. She's probably looking for food we could devour together.

Its raining again here. It has been raining for three hours already and a brackish water swimming pool is materializing in our front yard.

What A Shame

Well, after being happy and overwhelmed by my Speedtest results (could be found on my previous blog entry), I immediately found a reciprocal to cancel out the 'awe' PLDT baptized me with.

The ping test is to be ashamed of. It's an F or 5 in our grading system or 0 in our class standing grading system. The description on 5 is

"Very poor. Real-time Internet application performance will suffer greatly on such a connection. Test to other servers to confirm the result, but definitely talk to your ISP about troubleshooting the issue."

Should I call PLDT for this matter? The Pingtest website says so. What shall I do? I feel like a trying hard geek right now.

My new ISP

My internet is too fast for my needs. Thanks to the lady in PLDT who told my mother the cheaper plan was not enough for my needs. To make the whole thing worst, I'm the one who will be paying for this connection. That's why the government increased my monthly allowance to 3,000 Pesos.

I'm on a PLDT plan with a landline here in Iloilo. I don't even know the name of the plan I am on. My mother was the one who bought the package. I had no say. It was between the sales lady and my mother. The two of them sharing their thoughts on economy and current events scared me.

The phone comes with a one year free unlimited National Direct Dial (NDD) calls. Maybe that is why my mother agreed to this plan so she could call her friends from the 7,106 different islands when she is here in the city (My parents and I don't live together. They work 98 Kilometers away from where I stand but they come to our place every twice a week).

My Project for Biology.

Worked hard for by:

Leo Agustin S. Lutero II

III-Neon

To be equally appreciated and proportionally rated by:

Dr. Edgel Bayag, M. D.

Teacher and a good friend of the biologically challenged

1.

The discussion on myocardial infarction or heart attack was the one who hit me hardest sending me to medical outer space. I was touched (or hit in the head) by the spontaneity of the heart attacks. I can’t imagine a person walking down the aisle of mediocrity when suddenly; his heart muscles die out and kill him. Because the Philippines cannot afford good statistics, I had to be nurtured with the math of America. Every year, 1.1 million Americans and Filipino green card holders have heart attacks and 4 out of them die on the spot, as in die in a flick of a wand or in a blow of a candle or in a twinkling of an eye or star or in a count of three.

Weirdly enough today, while I was riding a jeepney, a woman with her daughter was chatting with an old friend she wanted badly to reunite with. When the friend asked him about her children, she reversed her smile and wet her eyes. She lost her husband half a year ago and his eldest son 2 months ago, both because of heart attacks. I felt an urge to tell her 440,000 people die of the same acute disease every year in America only but I remembered I was not the one she was talking to. I flew off the jeep. End of story.

2.

I have a Tita who had a heart bypass millions of centuries ago (exaggeration of before my actual birthday). Does this answer the question?

3.

I’m proud to say none of the diseases have penetrated my family yet, only dengue, amoebiasis and all, but cardiovascular weaknesses? Not in my address.

4.

For the first time, my family’s health status will be a problem. Because of my healthy parents and sisters, I wouldn’t be able to pick out a disease for me to write a paragraph for. I figured out a method to solve this problem, fishbowl. I fairly and squarely picked the easy peasy hypertension, only after six, long tries.

My ill, fictional (IF) parents do not always complain about any symptom of hypertension. They both say it’s a silent, deadly killer like the blond girl in Kill Bill. When they feel something inside of their bodies telling them to grab me and the nearest sphygmomanometer, I know their BPs in the 150/95.

The numerator on their BP tells the pressure of their arteries and veins at contraction and the denominator, at the relaxed state. No wonder the numerator is always bigger. My IF parents’ doctors say their hypertension was most probably caused by blocked arteries and veins on their bodies. Thanks to their fondness to attend fiestas at neighboring barangays and islands. The great lechon is to blame.

5.

For my IF parents, I will help them by enrolling them in Gym programs and feeding them with minimum LDLs. Everything must be healthy for them. If they don’t comply with my dietary orders, I will scare them off with bedtime stories from Revelations of the New Testament. Tell them in detail the pains in purgatory and describe what Satan will do to their behinds all because of not following my rules and regulations in combating their overly pressurized blood vessels.

PS Sorry for the sabbatical I took. Too much drama and work for blogging these days and I have been busy with my inner softball player.

That’s not me in the picture but I’m the one who took it. Don’t dare use this for yourself without my written permission or you’ll rot in jail.

Mothers are too good

My mother is old fashioned.

She drinks coffee and goes to church at wee hours in the morning, takes a bath twice or thrice a day, prays the rosary every night, believes in traditions like pasyam and sindak and she trusts Chinese and herbal medicine.

When we eat in a restaurant, my mother always scoops up some of her food and  deposits it on my overflowing platter. When I look at her, annoyed with what she did, she will make an unconvincing face signaling she’s full. I don’t fall for it but the least I can do is appreciate their efforts so let it be.

Sometimes, mothers can be too kind that the children gets so annoyed and learns to hate what they do. Motherhood is a very hard job. You get too kind, your hated. You get unkind, your hated.

 

 

Externism Part 1

I moved out of the dorm today and I went back to our boarding house we left a year and a half ago because of trauma Frank brought us. It was great and I was happy to pick up things again from where we left them off.

Here are some photos I took:

The first computer our family ever bought. It was a 256 Mhz, 64-MB RAM and 8.64 GB running Windows ’98 beast. It rocked the late 90’s. Frank murdered it so expect this contraption to be in the junk shop soon.

Synopsis of Psychiatry book my brother-in-law owns. It introduced me to the world of pictures governed by one theme, medicine. I saw patients of STD, diarrhea and boils rocking the pages of this thicker-than-life, ultimately expensive book that the flood destroyed.



Our refrigerator. Isn’t it cute? (There is a warping in the photo because I used an 18mm lens but this ref is a perfect rectangle). On its record are 4 floods and 20 years. I guess its going to die with me.


A glow in the dark sun I put up on the ceiling when I was in Grade 5. I'm in third year high school now.

For those who really miss me, just look up to the night sky. We might be admiring the same moon above us.
 

Note: All photos in this blog entry are copyrighted by the owner. Any use without written permission is punishable by relevant laws.

Some Filipinos Are Stupid

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Inday who took up B.S. Nursing in an unknown school in the mountains of the Philippines. After graduating and passing the exams, she got her Nursing License. Her name was changed to Inday, R.N. She went to an employment agency willing to send her to America for a job at a giant hospital with an even bigger paycheck. After 3 months abroad, her name changed again to Inday Johnsons, R. N. After a few more weeks, it became Mrs. Irene Johnsons, R.N. Her husband killed her.

This is not a factual story, just a work of my imagination. If you have a tita or cousin who suffered the same fate, do not worry. This story is not unique. In fact, I wrote this to generalize the lives of many Filipinos.

I hate it when I see Nursing students because I know after they graduate, they will soon find jobs requiring them to serve other people and not their own country men, all longing to live a happier and fuller life. When asked why they will prefer wiping American asses than Filipino behinds, expect a “The salary’s exponentially greater there [abroad] and our country’s hopeless”.

How dare you say our country is hopeless when you readily gave up on your own motherland? You did not even try. All you want is the benefit of cash. You are all selfish.

That is why I hate nurses, but not only nurses, also engineers, doctors and all other professionals who have never served the Philippines before migrating to their employers. All of them.

In my school, if you tell everyone your going to be a nurse in the future, we laugh at you and YOU WILL LAUGH with us. The profession is a joke to us. Too much controversy, too much sub-standardization, too much students. Too un-Filipino for our taste.

Before posting hate comments, please understand that this is my personal idea and I have activated anonymous commenting for your freedom of speech.

The Crap Known as FSS

Friends for Sale on Facebook screenshot

I'm sorry to the people who love whoring their friends on Facebook but Friends For Sale just got to stop. I'm annoyed by the game that's why I tell everybody who tries to sell or buy me to quit tossing me around for non-existent millions of dollars. Even if the dollars were factual, they should still all go to hell, but this time with me and the money.

Come on. Am I the only one getting annoyed with that cheap application feeding off your hidden desires to manage your friends' lives?

Try to play Mafia Wars and go build yourself an interplanetary crime gang or try Farm Ville and tilt the cyber soil. Give your life more worth, you deserve it.

When Guilt Makes Everything Harder

Just today, our research teacher was silently disappointed with us (in general) for not doing her assignment. I felt bad. Me and my 2 other group mates has already finished making the assignment but our SIP classmates didn't, they forgot all about it.

Our teacher walked out of our room and she gave us 20 minutes to prepare for her class. After the 20 minutes she returned with one of the hardest essay questions of all time, "Is it worth the government's money paying for your education?". I was dumbfounded. The signals on my neurons blasted into spontaneous propagation. I had a cranial shut down. Guilty for the crime.

When I saw my seat mate's crosswise filling up, I was pressured. I needed to answer the question so I wrote No. I know it was the best answer (in general) and I know you all know why. Most of our actions become more un-scholarly each minute. This is so embarrassing and do you consider this corruption? Oh, the guilt. It makes essay questions harder.