He Said, She said

She grumbles: wake up.

2009-01-17T06:22:00.000-08:00

Lately, I've been living on five to seven hours of sleep a night (with only my will power to keep my eyelids open and brain focused), and boy how productive I have become! Here's the normal "me-to-me" conversations I encounter when I'm on a roll.

Okay, okay. Let's do this so I can get to bed!
Start with Biochemistry. Enzymes... speed up chemical reactions! All right!
Filipino? Oh yeah, like studying will get me anywhere. Next.
English. That's group work, I'll let the "group work" on it.
Math... Aw. I forgot I don't have math anymore.
Anatomy! This one looks like a toughie, I'd better start memorizing.
-falls asleep for 20 mins-
OH NO! I fell asleep. For how long? Ugh, I don't have a watch.
-finds a clock and tries to read it in the pitch black light-
I can't read the clock.
-turns on light-
OH NO! I could've spent that twenty minutes asleep memorizing three more bones.
-complains on and on and on and on about how she fell asleep-
WHAT TIME IS IT NOW! Oh no! I could've spent that ten minutes complaining memorizing one and a half more bones.
-complains on and on and on and on about how she complained-
ARRRRRRRRGHHHHH! Oh no! I coul've spent that twenty minutes complaining even more memorizing three more bones.
-falls asleep-
AH! I'm gonna be late for class!!

She mourned: It's actually over.

2008-11-04T04:19:00.000-08:00

Three weeks of pure relaxation is slowly coming to an end. With each tick of the clock, another day of school tiptoes closer and closer. "There is never time to do all the nothing you want." -Calvin (that cartoony fella) I couldn't have put it any better than that. In these final moments of happiness, I bid farewell to sleeping in, drama marathons, books galore, shopping frenzies, idle moments, scrapbooking, getting artsy with pictures and last (but certainly not the least), pigging out. A few ellipses please for the temporary suspension of these irreplaceable activities... ... ... ... ... ...

Adieu.

She snapped: Latecomers.

2008-10-22T00:48:00.000-07:00

A case of insomnia struck me the other night.

Okaaaay, so it wasn't insomnia. I gave into the ever so cunning Sleepiness earlier that day. Consequently I was KOed for three hours or so, which killed my internal clock and delayed Sleepiness' next arrival.

I just had trouble sleeping, OKAY?! Because of that, I spent forever bribing Sleepiness by playing Tetris on my NDS, but who knew he wasn't as greedy as the traffic enforcers we have today? Despite my failed efforts, the Tetris game proved a bit productive. I BEAT MY HIGH SCORE BY 1K! Woot ^-^ Just try and beat my 95___ points of awesomeness. I also scored plenty of T spins and Back to Backs :D Tetris proves worthy of its title as the ultimate time-killer game (dubbed by moi). Nonetheless, Sleepiness refused to come >.<

Hm... Next technique? I tried to seduce Sleepiness. Mario Kart DS. Nobody can resist a good drift. With Yoshi as my lucky charm and the all too reliable Egg 1 cart, I entered the 50cc Nitro Grand Prix: four whole tracks of intense competition. It was me versus the computers, and the game was heating up. I ruled the Figure-8 Circuit and Yoshi Falls, but Wario stole first place at Cheep Cheep Beach. Only one track was left, and this would determine if I would end up with the GOLD... or silver: Luigi's Mansion. Vroom, Vrooooom, VROOOOOOOOOM! I had a nice start, but so did Wario. Urk! Oh no, he cut me! I wouldn't settle for second!! First lap... Still second.. Second lap... Still second, but this time I had caught up. LAST LAP! Rats, I was still second... Yes! An item box. OH MY GULAY! A blue turtle shell >=) Perfect. Now, it was all up to my timing. 3.....2.....1..... BOOM! (: Hello first place! It was smooth driving from then. Hold up, wait a minute. SLEEPINESS! STILL WASN'T THERE! Urgh. Instead of seducing him to me, I guess I had repelled him even further away. Memory lapse! Whoops, I guess I forgot Mario Kart, which comes two in two with competitiveness and a rush of euphoria, is used to increase my alertness ^-^ My bad.

I needed a new technique... Something original... Unique... EUREKA! That Sleepiness thought he was so sly, but I had a way to lure him to me. All I needed was... bait. I knew just the thing: Osu! Tatakae! Ouendan. This Japanese version of Elite Beat Agents isn't that boring, but who wouldn't tire of something they hardly understand? And... Erm... Nothing really exciting had happened with that game, so I won't go into it in detail.

What annoyed me after that was Sleepiness still hadn't arrived! All sorts of emotions flushed through my body, and I wanted to get on my knees and beg for him to come already. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASExinfinity! I closed my eyes in frustration then zzzzz...

-edit-

My mom e-mailed me a truly inspiring story. Pls pardon the grammatical errors:

The Basureros

Ever since I was diagnosed of having a possible heart enlargement
in the last APE, I have exerted more effort to do physical exercises.

I do jogging during week days and do long - ride mountain biking every Sunday.

But this Sunday is a special Sunday to me. While I was on my way to the mountains of Busay (cebu) hoping to strengthen my heart by this exercise, instead,
I personally encountered a heart-breaking scene that changed me.

I already passed the Marco Polo Plaza (formerly Cebu Plaza Hotel) when I decided to stop to buy bananas at a small carenderia located along the road. I haven't taken any solid food that morning so I need fruits to have the required energy to get to my destination - the mountain top.

I am almost done eating with the second banana when I noticed two children across the street busily searching the garbage area. "Basureros" I said to myself and quickly turned my attention away from them to sip a small amount of water.
I cared less for these kind of children actually; to make it straight, I do not like them, and I do not trust them even more.

You see, several times I have been a victim to these kind of children who are pretending to be basureros looking for empty bottles and cans when in fact the 'plangganas' , 'kalderos', and 'hinayhays' are their favorites.

I remember one afternoon while I was watching a Mike Tyson fight when I noticed that the TV screen suddenly became blurred then the signal was totally gone. I checked outside and saw two young basureros running away with my newly installed antenna.

Hatred may be the little bit stronger word to describe my feeling towards these basureros, but I do not like them, honestly, not till I met these three children.

I was about to embark on my bike again when I heard one of the two children, a girl of about 7 or 8 of age saying aloud to the other, a 12-yr old boy, "kuya si dodong kuha-a kay nag-sige'g tan-aw sa mga nagkaon, mauwaw ta" (kuya si dodong kunin mo kasi tumitingin sa mga kumain, nakakahiya), only then that I noticed a small boy standing near to me biting slightly his finger. He's a few inches shorter if compared to my 5 years old son (but I knew later that he's also 5 yrs. Old).

Though he did not ask for food from anyone in the carenderia, the way he looked at the customers who were eating is enough to convinced me that he is intensely craving for it.
The older boy then quickly crossed the street and gently pulled out the little one who politely obeyed. As I watched the two cross back the street to the garbage area,
I heard the tindera saying "Lo-oy kaayo nang mga bataa uy, mga buotan ra ba na" (kawawa naman yung mga batang yun mababait pa naman). I learned further from the carenderia owner that the children are from a good family , both parents were working
before, and that their father got a stroke 3 years ago and became partially paralized and their mother died of heart attack while their father was still confined at the hospital.
The parents were still in their early forties when the catastrophe happened, and the children became basureros since then to meet their daily needs and for their father's medication.

Deeply moved by what I heard, I went to a nearby bakery and bought 20 pesos worth of bread and gave it to the children who initially refused including the little boy. "Sige lang noy, salamat na lang, magpalit lang nya mi kung mahalinan na mi" (sige lang po,
salamat na lang, bibili na lang po kami mamaya kung makabenta na kami) the young girl said to me.

I explained that they need to go home because it started to rain. "Naanad na man mi ani" (nasanay na po kami) the girl answered again.

Again, I explained that the rain can make them sick and if they'll become sick there's no one to take care of their father. Upon mentioning their father, they nodded and accept the bread but I noticed that the older boy did not eat.

When I asked him if he does not like the kind of bread I bought for them he smiled but as he's about to explain, the little girl, who is the more talker of them interrupted, "Domingo man gud ron ,noy, basta Sabado ug Domingo hapon ra siya mokaon kami ra ang mokaon ug pamahaw pero dili na pod mi mokaon inig hapon,si kuya ra. Pero basta Lunes ngadto sa Biyernes, kay klase man, si kuya ra sad ang seguro-on ug papamahaw,kami hapon na sad mi moka-on Pero kung daghan mi ug halin mokaon mi tanan."
(Linggo po kasi ngayon,pag sabado at linggo hapon lang po sya kumakain, kami lang po ang kumakain ng agahan pero di na po kami kakain pagdating ng hapon si kuya lang po.
Pero pag lunes hanggang biyernes, kasi may pasok, si kuya lang po nag-aagahan, kami hapunan lang pero kung marami kaming benta kami pong lahat (kumakain) she continued.. "Ngano man diay ug mokaon mong tanan, bahinon ninyo bisan ug unsa ka gamay?" (bakit kung kumain kayong lahat,hati-hatiin nyo na lang kahit kunti lang ang pagkain?) I countered.

The young girl reasoned out that their father wanted that her older brother to come to school with full stomachs so he can easily catch up the teacher's lessons. "Inig ka trabaho ni kuya mo undang na man mi ug pamasura, first honor baya na siya " (pag nagkatrabaho
si kuya, hihinto kami sa pamamasura, first honor kasi sya) the little boy added proudly.

Maybe I was caught by surprise or I am just overly emotional that my tears started to fall. I then quickly turned my back from them to hide my tears and pretended to pick up my bike from the carenderia where I left it.

I don't know how many seconds or minutes I spent just to compose myself; pretending again this time that I was mending by bike.

Finally I get on to my bike and approached the three children to bid goodbye to them who in turn cast their grateful smiles at me. I then took a good look at all of them specially to the small boy and pat his head with a pinch in my heart. Though I believe that their
positive look at life can easily change their present situation, there is one thing thatthey can never change; that is , their being motherless. That little boy can no longer taste the sweet embrace, care, and most of all , the love of his mother forever. Nobody can
refill the empty gap created by that sudden and untimely death of their mother. Every big events that will happen to their lives will only remind them and make them wish of their mother's presence.

I reached to my pocket and handed to them my last 100 peso bill which I reserved for our department's bowling tournament. This time they refused strongly but I jokingly said to the girl "sumbagon teka ron kung di nimo dawaton" (suntukin kita pag hindi mo tinanggap yan). She smiled as she extended her hand to take the money. "Salamat noy makapalit gyud me ron ug tambal ni papa"
(salamat po, makakabili na kami ng gamot ni papa) she uttered. I then turned to the small boy and though he's a few feet away from me, I still noticed that while his right hand was holding the half - filled sack , his left hand was holding a toy ? a worn out toy car. I waved my hands and said bye bye to him as I drove towards
the mountains again. Did he just found the toy in the garbage area or the toy was originally his - when the misfortune did not took place yet? - I did not bother to ask.
But one thing is crystal clear to me, that inspite of the boy's abnormal life, he did not given up his childhood completely. I can sense it that way he hold and stare at his toy.

My meeting with that young basureros made me poorer by 100 pesos. But they changed me and made me more richer as to lessons of life are concerned.

In them, I learned that life can changed suddenly and may caught me flat footed.
In them, I've learned that even the darkest side of life, cannot change the beauty of one's heart. Those three children, who sometimes cannot eat three times a day, still able to hold on to what they believe was right. And what a contrast to most of us who are quick to point out to our misfortunes when caught with our mistakes. In them, I've learned to hope for things when things seem to go the other way.

Lastly, I know that God cares for them far more than I do. That though He allowed them to experience such a terrible life which our finite minds cannot comprehend, His unquestionable love will surely follow them through.

And in God's own time they will win.

GOD BLESS!!!

She spoke: Ten-Day-Nail-Polish

2008-10-19T18:24:00.000-07:00

Nail polish comes in all sorts of wacky colors. My favorite is neon pink and although I have yet to actually buy a color like that, I'm positive it exists. My fetish of decorating nails with paint simply ends when the second layer coating of polish is dried out. One last look at my toe/fingernails, and I declare absolute brilliance. It ends there. The next day, the color remains, and I laugh. The day after that, it catches my eye once again and I smile. After that, the excitement fades and the color that I once thought was snazzy becomes rather dull. As the days wear on, the color chips and fades... I begin reminisce about the first time I was in complete awe of the completeness of my artwork, and ponder about why that feeling never returned...

Things fade. That's why they say the only thing constant in this world is change. As humans, we have the ability to adapt to different happenings in our environment. Survival of the fittest: can't adapt? What a pity.

That's life... neon-pink toenails. Next color? Zombie green!

He teaches: They say an old man is bitter

2008-10-18T20:07:00.000-07:00

People have a tendency to bring uncounted proverbs into debates, and the quote, "An old man is in bitter denial" is no different.

What is the difference between an old man, and a young man? First off, an old man is wise, and looks back into his past, hoping to correct his mistakes, while a young man only has now to look forward to.

Yet, the fact that age changes the whole point of view is a little odd, don't you think? To me, age changes nothing, maybe except for abilities, but that's physically. Mentally, you don't change through time, you change through desires.

An old man isn't bitter, he is refined, but a young man isn't refined, he is tested.

He is dismissed.

2008-10-17T16:16:00.000-07:00

Alright, enough of these unstructured rants, I've already had enough of life, but what's it to you?

It seems that everyone in life has a passion, whether towards another person, or a material possesion, when these two are seperated, at least one will take the damage.

And the same thing is happening to me.

All my life, I've been wandering around this little topic called love, which is found in both friendship, and romaticism, but whatever seemed to obstruct my way, I alaways had my friends beside me.

However, this isn't about some old girl, this is about my best friend, so you now see it?

While deep in thought, people usually tend to overlook things, just as I, the overlooking oaf, have done. The many flaws in life are nothing in mere comparison to the actions you do, but the honest answer is: I don't exactly know what I did.

I came to school looking a little weird, standing out, as usual, but for what? I lost the trust of one of my best friends...in my opinion.

THe only problem is. I don't want to lose it. She said to me, and I quote, "I'm too tired to talk...(Insert friend's name here) why don't you two talk?"

But it seems that jealousy took my heart, when I saw her talking to another one of my friends. No, not jealousy...envy, one of the seven deadly sins. I can;t take it off of my mind, I have to find answers, if I don't, I don't know what will become of me.

Is it too late for me?
I can't believe it.
What? You can't see that
I've taken the final hit.

She dreamt:

2008-10-17T03:50:00.000-07:00

Breaking news! Her excellency, President Arroyo has resigned. The poorest family now lives in a one-storey, three bedroom, fully-airconditioned home made of cement. PLUS the house is carpeted. The Philippines snatches the spot as the sixth least corrupted country in the world... Hey, a person can dream :D

Our country is currently facing a great variety of issues; issues that seem all-too-difficult, if not then impossible to solve. Somewhere down the list of problems within the country is CORRUPTION (impossible to miss that, it's in all caps, bolded, italicized AND underlined). First and foremost, what is corruption? According to the ever-so-reliable dictionary.com, the root word of corruption, corrupt, means guilty of dishonest practices or lacking integrity.

LOST MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT. to be continued?

He complains:Why?

2008-09-29T17:56:00.000-07:00

(unstructured rant alert)

Lately, I've been feeling shot down, and dead, and for some reason, the teachers seem the same way.

~~In life, we are a xerox copy of our teachers, we have the same reflection, but it is always different.~~

Our class has been known to drive teachers mad, with our excessive talking, and compulsive behavior. Yes, we do have the power to repel teachers. But lately, its been biting my conscience.

What if the teachers have already given up on us?

My nightmare has come true, I've been dragged down aggressively by my own class, and they don't even have the manners to shut up. Well, fine, if the teachers have given up on us, then I should give up on the teachers, I mean, there's no use trying right?

Wrong. I'm only trying hard because of my pride, I've been a goody goody student all my life, and I don't give a damn about what you guys think about, I'm sticking to my roots, unlike some people I know.

The teachers always deliver a sermon to us on a weekly basis, and as a class, we are greatly affected due to the fact that during that sermon, we could be learning something new. Just like now, I'm taking long tests, and when I'm reviewing, I can't even recall what the hell these things are.

How many of you guys like a teacher that tells you "Study these pages" then leaves the room?

How many of you guys like a class that its like a baby crying at night? You can't stop them.

I've been dragged down to hell, and back, and yes, it is that bad.

If you don't want to study at school, then the hell with you.

(End rant)

He said:Some guy I am

2008-09-28T18:57:00.000-07:00

Well, as I slept last night, nothing consumed me more than the fact that I wasn't like other people. It seemed that I was put out of place, like a duck in a nest of chicks, but it also seems that I've been in here for a reason.

Ever since my birth, I've wondered about what I'll grow up to be, and of course, you did the same huh? I've imagined myself in countless job possibilities such as:

A teacher, I wanted to be a teacher to teach my information to our next generation, I wanted to help kids before they turn into these vandals we call today. I wanted to support our campaigns for kids, but giving an equal punishment in addition to justice. I wanted to be like a second father to people I've never met until that day.

My dreams were shattered from this event due to the fact that alot of teachers dislike their jobs, because of the shady characters our generation has come out to be. Teachers have called our generation remorseless, because we can't learn how to shut up, or listen to simple instructions.
But, according to the book ABNKKBSPLAKo, the transition between student, and teacher is bigger than you can imagine.

As a student, you wonder how come the teacher can't put up with a little noise right? Yet, according to Bob Ong, his transition was just like that, except from a teacher's point of view: You wonder how can the students make so much noise.

One of my dreams was to experience that, but sadly, the candle burned out, and just disappeared like that.

Another one of my aspirations was to be a lawyer, inspired by the Phoenix Wright series/Apollo Justice series on the Nintendo DS, I wanted to be one of those lawyers, were everyday was like a battle in court. With the word OBJECTION being used over and over in the courtroom, until you hear a HOLD IT and everything stops. In thse series, the good guy always wins, along with an awesome story line, to me, it was witty, and sneaky to be a lawyer, but sadly it isn't really like that in real life.

A lawyer in real life is basically a professional liar (LAW-YER, LAI-ER), along with some extra kicks, isn't as much as I expected it to be. In court there is one very thrilling word that let be down, and that is: Order. Did you know that everything in court has to be neat, tidy, and in ORDER? Something I'm not, so I'm pretty sure I can't be a lawyer, because I'm not neat...tidy... or in order.

Well, that's it for todayI just don't wanna bore you guys with the details but I'll leave you hanging right here.... so whatever.

~~I'll continue... time to go to school!~~

His story:Mistakes

2008-09-28T06:51:00.001-07:00

I first saw you,
In the twilight of the room,
When Mrs. Cangco walked in,
My cursed life resumed.

You were a bit short,
Maybe stupid at that,
You seemed happy to be there,
Unlike a self-consumed brat.

I wanted to know you,
Just for a while,
But that while piled up and up,
Just nearing one mile

I'm off creative tempo now...

Alone.

You knew it didn't you?
Why didn't you tell me?
Coming just out of the blue,
I said the destined few.

It wasn't an accident,
It wasn't on purpose,
It was by me,
Me, my self, and I

At first I denied it,
Then I appraised it,
but past seems the past,
It just wasn't lickity split.

I wish it was sooner,
Anytime but now,

He talks:Students?

2008-09-28T06:35:00.000-07:00

Well, lately, I've been wondering: "What about students? How come we don't get paid for OUR jobs?"

As a student, we often wonder where our work actually go, whether it benefits us, or just goes to the trash. Our teachers teach us these fundamental things, such as math, science, or social studies.

I know I'm gonna need math one day if I'm bored, and I want to find out the height of a telephone pole!

Yeah, kind of useless dont you think? And electives? Don't get me started on that, even though they have the root word "Elect" we aren't allowed to even "elect" our own classes. They are required.

It seems that students all suffer from one thing: Undue fatigue, we study (At least people like me do) non stop for this piece of paper called a "Report Card" for proof. Our practical projects are usually things we will never use in our everyday lives, like when will I actually want to know why the smoke is green, or what are teh different hues from your ballpen colors to white. I'm saying that practicality in school is useless.

In my opinion, we need a class about COMMON SENSE, because even if it has that word, "Common" in it, it sure doesn't look common around here does it? Alot of people don't know how to fold blankets, or shirts, let alone screw in a light bulb. Common sense classes should be required in school, I mean, AT LEAST you are going to use it eh?

Also, classes such as PE should be every day, not just once a week. It should also be PHYSICAL, we should NEVER have written exams for this subject, I mean what are we excercising? Our hands?

Well, sorry about the rant, but Here's some structured criticism:

School? Nah, too much work, seriously.

Everyday, we seem to follow the same schedule, drifting endlessly from class to class, and putting up with the tedious work given to you. I know, it's hell.

For as long as I can remember, I've been a good student, but it seem sthat all this hard work has gone down the drain. From genius to lab rat, school is just an excuse to prolong our measly little lives, making us think we're important.

That's right, we aren't important, in this race called life, we have only one chance, when you miss it, you miss the whole thing.

In school, you mold the character you aspire to be, whether hooligan to scholar, we don't really care about your dreams, as long as you work for it, you're alright.

Yet, our aspirations...

(End, this post is trash now, i'm just ranting.)

She vented: Oh teacher.

2008-09-13T06:43:00.000-07:00

"I would never let schooling interfere with my education." - Mark Twain
Genius. Pure genius.

Aren't teachers who don't teach well just the worst? Especially the ones that teach in private schools. I honestly think I could do a better job teaching the class. What's the point of going to school all those years? To have a "Prof." before your name? Or an MD, RN, Eng.?! Just to be ridiculed? I know everyone has their own techniques, but being a teacher of a certain subject means you have the qualities and knowledge in that specific field, and therefore need to use all that you know and pass on those pieces of information to your pupils. How can you teach one subject "by the book?" I mean, if you're just going to recite everything directly from a printed out piece of paper, might as well just photocopy the sheets and hand them out to everybody. That way we wouldn't waste our time listening to things we won't even remember. At least on paper, we have time to read and reread the lesson :D Save us the time, and save your effort (if there was any). Better yet, just resign. You'll not only save yourself from our "naughtiness," but you'll save us from... Well you.

Sorry, this blog is specifically for only one of my current teachers ^-^ You don't know how much distaste is filled in my body everytime I have to endure the pain of attending the class. So far, she's the only teacher who I'd classify as "not qualified." I pity our class so much. Despite everything, I made a promise: that I will make it through this class, and I will do it with a smile... Not sure about the smile one. Plastic!

Teaching is an honorable profession, one that should be taken seriously. Teachers need to do their best to help the students. Everything they do should be for the benefit of their students, and to give the studens the full experience of learning, they need to find a way that catches their ears and minds. That's the whole point of school: for people to learn. I want to thank my past and present teachers, all of whom have contributed to who and where I am today. Thank you ^-^

EXCEPT the teacher to whom I directed the first paragraph to >.<

She deduced: It's raining.

2008-09-10T02:44:00.000-07:00

I love the rain. The rain reveals the limits of humanity. No matter how far we manage to progress in this world scientifically, mathematically and even linguistically, there are and will always be factors we will never be able to fully control nor comprehend. Think about it [;

He said:I feel so unguarded....

2008-09-04T17:28:00.000-07:00

Well it seems that the case of Junioritis has hit me, sadly. I can't help but feel that school is no good, and grades are just pieces of paper...

I'm getting mad at myself for not studying, or when I force myself to study I learn absolutely NOTHING What has become of me... I'm getting line of 8's now, instead of line of 9's.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't the perfect student, I'm just above average. I'm wondering:What will become of me if I actually get senioritus? Will I skip classes? Will I fake being sick? No telling the future. Just hoping the future.

I can't help but to fall,
Only to grasp the warmth of the light,
I don't care how tall,
or even how willing it is to fight.

Throughout my whole day labor,
The only reason to stay,
Isn't because of my neighbor,
but only to laugh and play.

I still seem an ocean apart,
No telling how far,
Even according to the chart,
I'm still stuck in a pit of tar.

Bleh, the last one was missing a syllable,
Because I can't write much,
I'll try to keep it barely visible,
From the teary ghost's touch.

It seems to be getting tedious,
So I'll just put it to rest,
My mind is just too superfluous,
Just to take this little, long test.

He asks: Consideration?

2008-09-04T01:27:00.001-07:00

Well, today, I just had my long tests, and it doesn't seem too good. Everything is still going not as I plan this week.

We all know the term, "Give consideration" but is it important to give consideration to those select few? To me, I think that cosinderation is never given, what's given is favoritism.

Favoritism is basically showing favorites among a group of people. A teacher showing favorites is usually one who is hated by alot of people. What I'm trying to say is: Not everyone deserves consideration, sure those select people do deserve it, but alot of people don't.

Most people enjoy having considerastion for themself, but those who have never gotten consideration are those people who do nothing at all, and STILL PASS THE FREAKING SUBJECT.

I really hate people like that, they do no work, they get credit for things other people do, but is that any better than giving in money? If I were a teacher, and I know how a particular student acts, and somehow, he sounds smart on the paper, I'd fail him. It's obviously not his work, and should this particular person consider someone's work as their own? No.

I really hate letting people copy my answers (If they are dumb.....because sometimes it's so freaking obvious that you didn't do the work) Because copying doesn't teach people, learning does. Also, class participation should be a whole bigger grade than the rest of the grades, that's where you show your real talent.

Rather than skipping classes, pick up a book (If you know what one is...) and READ IT, if you don't like a particular class, force yourself to ENJOY IT. If you find yourself stuck on a question, ASK QUESTIONS. The only way to learn is to experience.
Sure those people who copy answers are learning....NOTHING.

Well, be smart, don't let those who don't deserve the grade copy, and please.... Just please, boost others up, no matter how smart a person is, you can always give another person a boost. I myself tutor some people during my free time, and it's a great feeling to know htat they learned something.

PS: I'd test them after you teach them also, so you know it's not in one ear, out the other.

Well,t aht's all from Him....The first SMART post too :P

She said: Reality? I don't get it.

2008-09-03T02:59:00.001-07:00

Countless hours spent in the classroom listening about lectures about how corruption and whatnot is the fault of our country's decaying status blah blah blah... government officials taking advantage of their positions blah blah blah... bribery and cheating becoming an everyday task blah blah blah... Haha ^-^ Don't get me wrong because I really do care about it, all too much. I know you've all probably heard it a zabajillion times, but change starts with the individual and frankly I don't come across that many individuals actually trying to change. Why kaya? In my own perspective, it comes down to people giving into peer pressure. Think about it: "They do it, why shouldn't I?" The generation most prone to these types of situations are the younger ones who try to "fit in" with their peers. These innocent minds are not only influenced by their schoolmates, but other factors as well, the most major being the MEDIA. What kind of role models do we have today? It's all superficial. The media is manipulating our minds to think that there are certain standards for beauty. & while we mindlessly tune into the latest television shows, stuck in a whole nother dimension, the actors start to make more and more money. Why? Higher ratings, duhr. It's no surprise that those who are blessed with "pleasing personalities" tend to become more "successful" in life.

Success. The other day we read a composition in English class about the various definitions of success. First hearing the word success, its partner word came to mind: moolah, but by time my brain had taken in the rest of the essay's content, the thought of money vanished, with other ideas taking its place. What's your definition of success?

Okay, so back to the topic. What about those addicted smokers and drunkards out there? What really tics me off are compulsive smokers who don't have much money (face it, we can tell who's suffering financially by their occupations and careless way of dressing up). Hello? How much do cigarettes cost? To tell you the truth, I really don't know, but I have learned math before and I know that the cumulative spendings on cigarettes could honestly be put to better use, like savings for instance. Same goes with those lasinggeros. Please, let's open our eyes to the truth.

Peer pressure. It's all fake, our true selves tampered with by present-day fads and covered up with facades; our standards set by the more successful who just want to watch us make fools of ourselves as they gain more than we do from our pointlessly selfish addictions.

Hypocracy. Another interesting term. I'll probably disagree with this blog a few days from now and wonder why I ever wrote such a horrible thing. Ta-ta (;

He said: That just sucked didn't it?

2008-08-29T05:43:00.000-07:00

Well, the last post did suck....really bad..... but it was because of hte video (Messed up the layouting)

Anyways, the past is the past.

Today was Buwan ng Wika at our school, also known as "Month of (Dialect?)" in english. Basically, here's how it went: We went to school in formal filipino attire, and just attended regular class, that just isn't alot, compared to what we were wearing.

Throughout the day, I just kept on messing up, and messing up, nothing went the way I planned today, it seemed like a whole new reality for me. From my wallet, to seatwork, everything was scrambled up for me today...

Bleh, I'm getting off track now.

You know what, here's a little secret I'm gonna reveal to you two or three readers out there:

I'm addicted to water, I can't live without it....

Also....

I can't survive a day without chips, chips are my brain food...I think I've eaten close to a thousand bags already this year.... But I don't get fat :D

I know, I know, alot of health freaks out there say, "You are what you eat", you know what I think about that?

FORGET YOU

My thoughts exactly.

I'll just bring this really boring post to an end now!

He said:Super Fist Of The Nose Hair!

2008-08-21T03:38:00.000-07:00

lately, I've been watching this anime called: Bo-bobobo-bo-bo-bobo(Bo to the 8th for short) and.... I think this is the real deal... In a parallel universe where an extremely tall idiot with a yellow afro, comes together with a mini sun...Orange sun (I think he's an onion sprout?) With only one goal:Do as many idiotic stuff to save the world as possible... Yeah, it's pretty weird... Anyways, about me: Today, we just had same old same old, but one thing stood out, Starcraft is getting back into society. It seemed like only yesterday that I had begun my everasting journey into the world of Starcraft. Nothing else mattered, but win. In starcraft, you can't trust your allies....you can only trust yourself.
The name of this is Welcome to Beijing, it's awesome, take a look see!

He said:Back to the 80's

2008-08-21T03:34:00.000-07:00

Man, how I wish I could live back in the time where funk was the law, and groove was the game. It seems a bit boring right now, but what If I had a TIME MACHINE?

Yeah, a time machine....Nah...

It's just that I want to listen to the golden ages where being carefree was normal.

Anyhoo....

It seems that my music has been updated, I've downloaded over 500 new songs over the past 2 days... (Mostly J-pop, and Techno) and well...It rocks :D

In other news...

You know that feeling you get on how no one reads this thing? I'm having that right now... so I'll just put it to an end.....

She said: Jiminey Crickets.

2008-08-20T05:53:00.000-07:00

One handy inborn skill would be that of memorization. A person with a gift to recall past events as if it were a movie would never have to study again ^-^ Just rewind to previous lessons and play! POOF! But the ability to memorize would be absolutely useless without a mix of understanding. Pretty self-explanatory, eh?

Unfortunately, I was not gifted with amazing memory skills. I am a mere human who remembers useless pieces of information, and when time comes to memorize something of use, a more controlling skill of mine kicks in: procrastination, which is exactly what I'm doing -___- , but I have a [seemingly] valid excuse! There are those days where Jiminey Cricket practically yells, "BLOG, BLOG, BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG!" into your mind. Consequently, the voice lingers until the task is accomplished. & I have blogged. I'm off to memorize! Good night ;D

He said: She's busy...

2008-08-18T03:29:00.000-07:00

Well, while my sister's busy studying for Midterms (Wow, so fun...) She won't be posting, so too bad for you guys :P

Anyways, 30 second poetry from me...:

The sky is blue
The grass is green
The cat is fast
And the hawk is keen

Bleh, it sounds like my sister singing :D

Anyways, I got my Wii Modchipped (Again_ and wow, I can finally play Mario Kart :D

I have these games:

(Original)
Super Smash Bros. Brawl
Super Monkey Ball:Banana Blitz
Mario Party 8
Wario Ware

(Copy)
Mario Kart
Super Mario Galaxy
Super Paper Mario

(To Import)
Pokemon Battle Revolution
Trauma Center (Awesome game is awesome)
Animal Crossing
Twilight Princess
Guitar Hero

(To buy copied)
Fire Emblem:Radiant Dawn
Medal of Honor Heroes 2
Resident Evil
Geometry Wars (It's awesome as a DS game, I want the Wii to finish it)
Marvel:Ultimate Alliance (It was fun :D)
Harvey Birdman (For teh lulz)

Anyways, nothing to say, except it was a holiday today, in celebration of Ninoy Aquino.

So... Happy funs :D

My words:

1.Funderful-(Self Explanatory)

2.Swaddle-To rip someone off (Slang)

"Oh man, he just swaddled me."
"Swaddling should be avoided."
"Do you wanna swaddle someone?"

Well....BYE

He said:Awkwardness....

2008-08-16T04:58:00.000-07:00

Well, I was at ATC (Alabang Town Center) today, regular party, with regular people just like you and me. But it had an awkward feeling... Can't really explain how though.

*I think I also got food poisoning x.x

According ot the dictionary, Awkward means:

1.obsolete : perverse
2.archaic : unfavorable, adverse
3. a: lacking dexterity or skill (as in the use of hands) b: showing the result of a lack of expertness
4. a: lacking ease or grace (as of movement or expression) b: lacking the right proportions, size, or harmony of parts : ungainly
5. a: lacking social grace and assurance b: causing embarrassment
6. not easy to handle or deal with : requiring great skill, ingenuity, or care

It seemed as if it had some sort of perverse effect on me though... Maybe it was just the food I ate :D

Anyways, here's some sort of 30 second on the spot poetry from me:

Outings

Out with some close friends
In with some recent
Still the same kind of outing

He whispered:

2008-08-15T05:39:00.000-07:00

Free Verse:Freestyle

The winds move quickly amongst individuals,
Our mood swings with a deadly concern,
The night is still stirring,
The day is nothing more.

~Copyright of KJ

I'm guessing that poem is way off tempo, and has no rhythm, well to you.

If I have to interpret that poem into words unclear to others, it would have to be: "Buhay", or the Filipino term for "Life"

Life ceases to stand still, life is unpredictable, life has no boring part, death is no more.

Anyways....

Have any of you heard of the game Spore? A Mass SINGLE player role playing game, where you create your own species (Aliens) and they have their own planets. Basically, this game has been officially released on: Spetember 9! Oh yeah!

After years of stalling, EA games has finally announced a real release date! What everyone is hoping for is that:EA games has gone above and beyond, except we may be a bit disappointed.

EA games has been known to screw us over, with glitches, and bugs, there's no telling what can go wrong with this game. They do tend to rush over alot of games, but after HOW MANY YEARS, we finally get to see this announced into broad daylight.

Don't take my word for it, here's what a FAQ creator on GameFaqs had to say on what this game is:

A better question is, "What isn't Spore?"Originally titled SimEverything, Spore is a simulation game from tidepool to space.The best place to start would be at the beginning. In the beginning, there was a cell.You swim around in a little pool, eating things. Every time you eat things, you grow.This is the tidepool phase. Eventually, after enough growth, you evolve onto land.You are a slug. Go around eating things and obtain enough DNA points to where you gointo the creature editing phase.

Enter the most open ended editor ever. Morph your creatureany way you want. Do you want a duck-dog? Make it. Want a giraffe-rhinocerous? Make it.Even morph the parts you put on your creature. After you are satisfied with the look of yourcreature, expand its brain and move into the tribal phase. Create a hut with tools just asopen-ended as the ones in the creature stage. Buy tools to shape your creature's culture.After you grow large enough, enter the city-civ phase. Use the open ended tools to craftbuildings for your city and the city itself. Will Wright describes it as, "a simplifiedversion of SimCity" Craft your vehicles.

Wage war on neighboring cities or be a peaceful diplomatic nation. Either way, your goal is to rule the world. Once the world is conquered,you are far from done. In fact, you could say it is just the beginning. Craft a spaceshipand sail into your solar system. Visit other planets in the system. Look at new life forms,possibly even intelligent life. After a while, buy the interstellar drive. Move out intothe stars and visit 500,000 other stars, each with an average of four planets. You are sureto find other intelligent life. Craft a web of diplomatic relations or just conquer them all.On the other hand, you can just leave them be, but what's the fun in that?

Online System

ur creations will automatically be compressed to about one kilobyte and sent out to Sporeservers. Other players will receive your planet somewhere in their galaxy, but you don't controlit in other players games, so if they blow up your planet, it does not affect you. Instead, yourcreations are copied, and they act based on your actions in the game. For example, if you are a peacefuldiplomatic nation, then it will act like that in other games. If your ecosystem needs a key predator, Sporeautomatically goes on its servers and chooses one. When you don't feel like building your buildings, that isokay. You can go to the buy buildings menu and choose one. Spore will automatically recommend buildings thatare similar to your building style.

SporePedia

Sporepedia is a system of cards which save all the content you have seen. Each star is one card. Click on thatcard, and it brings up the cards which show the planets. Click on a planetary card, and it shows the cards of thecreatures and plants that you have scanned.

Genetic Engineering

Genetic Engineering is a technology you can research in the space stage. After this, you can create creatures and plantsfor free! No DNA points needed.

I have one thing to say about this game:

I AM STOKED

He started it & She says...

2008-08-15T03:02:00.000-07:00

He started it. I am absolutely clueless as to how or even why I ended up actually typing something in here. I guess since the title of the site is "He Said, She Said" there has to be a "She" to partner up with the "He." But why me?

I don't even know what the purpose of this blog is, but oh well (: That's how life is, I guess. Sometimes you have no clue why you're doing it, but you do it anyways; going with the flow. Human instinct? I personally believe that humans are a higher form of being, being created in the image and likeness of God. So if a thing such as instinct actually exists, we, as humans, have the ability to resist. We are defined by how we act, and how we should act is the way God wants us to act. Haha, I love my Religion class.

So, off the topic. What is the topic anyways? Oh yeah, I guess it's about the blog. Is this the time where I introduce myself? Okay, so haaaaaaaaaaaaay! Just call me "She." Don't judge me... If you're not a judge! If you are a judge then no comment (: END.

He said:A little joke to brighten up my day....

2008-08-15T01:32:00.000-07:00

Well, today I got quite a few grades, both uplifting, and gut wrenching.

In Chemistry, I got a 75% on my Quarter exam *Shivers* One of my lowest grades in the year, but I'm not really worried about failing, I got my long tests (91-92) backing me up, so I'm relatively safe...

In Geometry, I got 92% general on my card (Leaked)
In Trig, I got 88-89% general on my card (Leaked)
Social Studies, I'm sure I got over 90 (Intuition)

Okay, well, to bring up my mood, I've thought about this joke:

There were three agencys, the FBI, CIA, and the LAPD. These legendary criminal catchers are talking, and one of the suggested that they have a contest to see who can catch criminals the best.

The test was capturing a rabbit in a forest.

On the day of the challenge, they let a rabbit go into the forest.

The FBI was up first, they ran into the forest, but after 6 months of searching the forest, they comfirmed that rabbits didn't exist.

The CIA was up next, they casually ran into the forest, but after two weeks, no luck. The CIA found nothing, so they burned down the forest.

The LAPD was last, so they went into the forest (It had trees still okay, it's a joke) for ten minutes, and when they came out, a roughly beaten up bear came with them saying,

"Okay okay! I'm a rabbit! I'm a rabbit!"