So kill me now.

At this rate, I need to catch up on my sleep waaaaaay more than my grades. I'm happy with my grades. I'm not happy with my sleep. 

 Amber is the color of your energy.

Woohoo! 311 is back and they're better (at least, in my perspective)! :D

 Be strong. The year will be like this. Be strong. There will be times like this. Be strong.

I don't know what else to day but be strong.

Hiwa

May mga ilang salita
At mga ilang oras
Sa katahimikan
Na kumikilos
Bilang mga kutsilyo

Sa nipis at ginaw
Ng pagpahid ng talim
Sa balat,
Ang pagbuo ng sugat
At ang batis ng pula

Dahil bitbit 
Ng salita at oras
Ang nipis at ginaw
At ang gulat
Sa sakit.

At hindi maiiwasang
Magtanong
Kung paano, ano, saan,
sino, bakit,
At kailan

Ang paghilom.




Wala lang. Ang boring sa bahay at napakalungkot ng kapaligiran kaya heto ang nabuo kung tula.

Pero salamat sa mga nagyaya sa akin lumabas para kumain at magrockband. Salamat lalung-lalo na kay Patty, na siyang pumaslang sa sakit na nararamdaman ko kanina (at si Patty na siyang malakas sa akin).

Ang Paghilom: Masasabi ko na, pagkatapos ng pagyaya at ang pagkausap kay Patty, tunay ngang napangiti ako.

Okay, tapos na ang araw ko. 11:42 na dito sa relos ko. Siguro, oras na para matulog. :)

Ang iyong pag-ibig ay kalsada
At ako ang hari ng daan.

Some people go elsewhere for it
I did too.

Some people drank bottles to search for it
I did too.

Some people smoke cigarettes to look for it
I did too.

Some people imagine what it is like to be
I did too.

Some people pretend that they are even though they don't know what it means to be
I did too.

But some people have found it after a long time,
And if you were patient enough to stay, you'd know what it's like
And if you were lucky enough to have encountered it, then good for you.
And if you found it on the palms of another, well then good.
(I'm part of these kinds of people)

In track and field, I learned, that in a 400 meter sprint, the first 300 meters should be fast.

But for the last 100 meters, sprinters should limit breathing. As a result, their running is not fast anymore. Rather it is abnormally very fast.

It shows me 2 things:
1) That anaerobic respiration indeed creates fatigue but generates lots of power.
2) The power of sacrifice, abnormally, allows us to transcend our limits.

We must not.

Hello, health sci majors! We were not born to surrender easily. Our caliber is to be able to challenge things of high adversity. Our course is not for the faint of heart, it is for the strong ones only.

We were coined to be "jack of all trades" due to the diversity of our studies. But time and again, we have shown ourselves to be the "master of all trades"! We were born deviants!

So as we face hell weeks, we do not say "Oh crap."

We say, "Ohfuckyeah, bring it on!"

Thesis Defense that is! Thursday, 4-6pm is the moment of execution.

Oh I can see our panelists holding:
a) the axe of difficult questions,
b) the guillotine of impudent timing of questioning,
c) the Dr. Henri de la Cruz stare of failure
and of course, the health sci favorite instrument of Thesis Grilling:
d) the statistical tool of death.

Feels great to be back here! I've been using multiply because my web browser for the past months have not accessed LJ.

But now that I updated my Firefox, I can finally use this. Finally, I can blog more about things I cannot blurt out in Multiply.

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I have been listening to a lot of new stuff and I think that you HAVE to hear these songs:

The Graduate - Doppelganger
The Graduate - Sing
The Graduate - Anhedonia
The Morning Light - The Love
Daphne Loves Derby - Cue the Sun!
The Spill Canvas - All Over You
The Spill Canvas - Connect the Dots
Search the City - Ambulance Chaser
Search the City - The Streetlight Diaries
Sing It Loud - No One Can Touch Us


Basta marami pa yan. Anyway I still have to scan things for Biochem and finish my Health Eco paper. :)

Ahaha. I so regret having to take French. I should have taken Espanol. After all, I can speak the language more.

Project proposal on Biochem. I have the urge to get all the work so that the framework would be consistent. But then, having reliable groupmates solves everything - saluhan talaga. Thank God.

I want to prioritize biochem more than french. Biochem makes a lot more sense than french. Just an opinion.

Balik na ako sa aral.

a) Ang sarap matulog ng anim na oras. My kuya was right, you get to feel awesome when you sleep in x hours wherein x is divisible by two or four. x not less than four does not exceed twelve.

I do know that when you sleep 6 or 8 hours, you'll feel great and won't feel very weak but when he studied in China for JTA he was taught that as long as you sleep for 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, you're good. After all, Chinese Medicine rin yung isa sa mga electives niya sa Beijing. And he made it in terms of Math so I'm amazed.

(also works in minutes, so when you nap, sleep for 4, 6, 8, 10 minutes.)


b) Must start doing my crunches. Other people have been hinting that I've been getting fat and I've been thinking, if I am overweight, then how the hell am I going to play basketball? Sorry, physical shape is not my concern (may face value naman ako eh. KIDDING). Ahaha.


c) ...Speaking of basketball, I still have the "defense" (since high school) since I can still make the steal, man-to-man, without interceptions and tough but clean defense. So I'm still happy. I suddenly remember the Mars-Yoyo (E2oo6) tandem defense wherein we pressure the ball handlers full court and chances are they cannot even pass the backcourt.

But offense? ZERO. No threes, no good shots. Kaya hanga ako kay Aaron since he developed his scoring: can drive, can make the lay-up, can score under the basket, can score mid-range, can score on the wings and can make threes. Consistent pa. Basically, he can finish.


d) Ito na muna... Oh yeah, go New Orleans Hornets!

I finally have an okay amount of sleep and I, somewhat, found the groove to study.

Anyway, I'm trying not to sound very academic. So, awhile ago, I was tuning my guitar and I realized I was using the tuning knob to do so. Sounds okay right? NOT. When you're using a Floyd Rose Bridge for the electric guitar, it is a fatal mistake to use those tuning knobs with the locks on. You actually use the fine tuners. And I forgot to do just that.

Ahaha. As a result, I snapped the third string. Now I can't use my guitar. Crap. Must be because I haven't used my Ibanez for sometime now. Or maybe because I'm just plain clumsy.

So, my cue to sound academic? Okay.

Things to look "forward" to next week:
1) French LT
2) Health Economics Midterms
3) Biochemistry LT

Lord, help me... In general.

Everyone's a Poet

Everyone is a Poet.
Creations are their Poems.
Their hands make the verses,
Their hearts make it whole.

Everyone you meet is a Poet:

A Poet is a Poet.
The Poem is their poem.
The verses they make, make the verses,
The themes make it whole.

A Musician is a Poet.
The music is their poem.
The lyrics make the verses,
The melodies make it whole.

A Dancer is a Poet.
Their dances are the poems.
The steps make the verses,
The movement itself makes it whole.

An Artist is a Poet.
Their masterpieces are the poems.
The techniques make the verses,
The concept and inspiration make it whole.

Lovers are Poets.
Their love is a poem.
The embrace makes the verses,
The kiss makes it whole.

God is a Poet.
We are His Poems.
He makes the verses.
He makes us whole.


Yun lang. Sorry to those who commented before this post. Promise, will comment asap. I'm actually busy but I just had to put this down so I don't have to overload my mind. Ahaha.

Maybe just to tell you how my week was, I have to say that what transpired was "racemic" (ahaha go org chem) feelings.

• Academically stable naman. Very interesting subjects (Biochemistry, French and Health Eco). Lessons are very manageable compared to last summer...
• ...However, I really do not have the groove to study. I've mustered most of my energy during the second semester of sophomore year (aka Hell Sem) and I have yet to recuperate. In other words, I just need around 23 hours of sleep and I'll be ready to go again...
• ...Which reminds me, this coming week and probably the next week, I'm in no condition to do AtSCA stuff. Like I said awhile ago, hindi na siya tiredness, it's already fatigue (there's a difference. Fatigue is used to describe physical stress over a prolonged period of time while tiredness is a state of mind. From the words of Dr. Jugo). But if it's needed, it's needed.
• Heat of summer is totally crap. Classes in CTC do not help (bad ventilation, totally NOT designed with nature)
• Maam Pia's resignation = :(
• Rusted guitar strings = :|
• Good summer soundtrack = :D Speaking of which, my current playlist has the new Spill Canvas, Days Away, Sleepaway, The Mars Volta, The Morning Of, The Morning Light, Dramagods/Population 1, Killswitch Engage, Richie Kotzen, Joe Satriani, Eric Johnson, Frou Frou and Yael Naim.
  
• Let's not forget the classical ones: Bach (Brandenburg Concerto No 4 and Air in G), Chopin (Nocturne, Etude), Brahms (Hungarian Dance No 5), Mozart (Symphony No 40, Requiem).
• I will sleep now.
  

My Heart is a Bookmark

There is a part of me that says:
Our glances may have fallen in love
Yet our hearts have not.

For such sentiment can only be found
In the library of our desires
Our smiles and our touch

Written when we first met
The prologue in a place
That caught me off-guard

Developed into a story
Of a boy who likes this girl
But cannot love her just yet

Stuck in the rising action
Having its sentences and paraghraphs
A construction of series and volumes

The bookshelves are being filled
But this story is far from over
A stack of narrations and descriptions

A story that needs stories of floors
Waiting for a turning point
That will change our lives

So I have marked that certain page
For you to write on, saying:
That I, the boy, did fall in love with you, my girl

After all, we can make that happen,
Because we are the main characters,
Because we are the authors of this love.


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Posible kaya? Na tayo mismo ang mga nilalang na pwedeng balik-balikan ng ating kapwa tao upang matagpuan nila ang tunay na pag-ibig o maaaring kalayaan pa man rin? Okay, sabaw na. Mukhang kailangan matulog. Ahaha.

P.S. Sorry for writing sucky poetry. Last time I wrote a good one was a long time ago. Writing poetry is an opportunity cost of taking a pre-med course. But that's okay. Aheehee.

P.P.S. Also, you can attribute my poetry to my age. Ahaha. Bata pa at MARAMI pang kakaining bigas.

The second semester seems like it just ended and next week, there are classes already. To be honest, I'm still fatigued from that rigorous semester. And yet.

Here we go again, starting another tough summer school. I really don't have the energy. After all, during second semester, I usually slept at 2 or 3 and woke up at 6. Btw, I lacked 0.07 of QPI to be able to get into DL - Stat, what did I ever do to you?

But what the hey, the energy usually comes on time so I just pray that I'll have a good amount of energy to expend come summer time. I also hope that for summer, we can have prayer sessions since I would need nourishment in my spiritual life as well as a time to share my pains.

By the way, here's my schedule:

Subject Code	Units	Title	Section	Instructor	Schedule/Location	Credit	Remarks
CH 151	3	BIOCHEMISTRY LECTURE	B	ROJAS, NINA ROSARIO L.	D 0900-1030 / C-109	C	-
EC 185.7	3	SPECIAL TOPICS IN ECONOMICS: HEALTH ECONOMICS	A	SIMON-KING, PATRICK GERARD C.	D 1500-1630 / K-201	C	-
FLC 1FR	3	BASIC FRENCH 1 LANGUAGE AND CULTURE	B	YAP, JOSEPH MARTIN M.	D 1330-1500 / CTC 203	C	-

Woohoo! I got Dr. Nina Rojas. Tough is usually good but I hope she'll be as good as what the ASMPH freshies and the Chem majors told me.

But anyway, wala lang. Daanan ninyo ako when you have free time. I'd appreciate it. :D

Sorry, I can't help but be academic.

I really couldn't believe what my Kuya said (since he checked my grades).

I got an A from Organic Chemistry! Yahoo.

What an accomplishment. Okay now that I've bragged about it, I think I should put something serious.

So let's start it with a movie, Superman Returns. I'm watching it right now and I remembered how I got struck with the line: Why the World does not need Superman. Or something to that effect. I thought about it and the truth is, the world needs a Superman. Or rather, the world needs people like Superman.

What was Superman like? Well, he saved people from their troubles or whatever. Or at least he hears the troubles of the people. He listens to people screaming. He listens to people groaning in the most silent pains that they have felt. He listens.

And I guess, we need more people who can listen. Sure, it's important to deliver things by expressing your ideas eloquently and to think a lot is very much significant but listening is a neglected skill. To listen is not to assume. To listen is to clarify. To listen is to be educated. To listen is to know what people need. To listen is to know what you need.

And you realize, silence becomes valuable.

Ahaha. Okay. Sabaw ulit.

Just came back from Baguio. It was a fun and fruitful EVSEM. I love AtSCAns.

Although I did manage to get a headache from Manila to Baguio and Baguio to Manila, I still found it a wonderful experience.

Here's a thought: Say you lost some things in a place far from home and full of strangers and pickpockets, wouldn't you still think that you are lucky? Okay okay rephrase.
Say you lost some material things in a place far from home and full of strangers and pickpockets, wouldn't you still think that you are blessed? After all, 5 years from now (or even less), you'll be laughing at it.

But you see, you'll laugh at it because you'll realize that the valuable thing (or so you may think) that you have lost is not that valuable compared to what you are being given in the end. These things are intangible but very moving and very significant. In fact, it was these intangible things that have garnered you your material things in the first place (your parents love you that's why they give you this and that; or that someone cares about you so much that they give you a gift that is well thought of).

[Lose the material possession rather than get stabbed. If that happens, 5 years from now, you'll be in a casket while I'm in a suit delivering a eulogy. *knocks on wood* Which I wouldn't really want to happen?]

Perhaps it's hard to see these intangible things all of a sudden because the world is becoming more commodified. Yes? No? Ahaha. Sorry, DS talk.

Thus, the tragedy of losing that thing is only short-term. The comedy of losing that thing stems from realizing what you are really being given by the people who love you very much.

And that is why, you should just laugh it off.

Ahaha. Sabaw na ako. Parang Sinigang. *wink wink*