I'm Sipon

Sipon or Colds, according to this site, is the most commonly occurring illness in the entire world. I had mine just recently, and I am currently suffering from runny nose and itchy throat. Whenever I have colds, cough usually follows after.

I'm Sipon right now. I don't like it. I'm Sipon, and it's hindering me from taking my daily bath. (Just so you know, I did not take my bath today. hehe) I'm Sipon and I can't sing well. I'm sipon and I can't sleep well cos my throat is itchy.

I don't when I'm Sipon. Sipon go away.

Bitaw uy, wa ra bitaw koy lingaw. Wa sad koy mathink na topic para i-post, sakit man gud ako ulo kay naa koy sipon. Ahw, maayo, nakonek japon sa SIPON. hahahaha

May You Have a Good Sipon Day.

Somebody Tweeted

Tweeted:

@crisvirgil LOL cris! HAHA. Ka-loser nako. karon pa ko kabasa ani. XD HAHAHA. Anyhoo, kita ka ni *insert name here*? 2wks nako wa kita niya.

my reply went on like this:

hanapan ba ako ng nawawalang tao? LOL. bitaw, no. no communications nor unsa pa for the past 3 months or so. hehehe

This is just one of those days when I am forced to remember you. I've

been seeing you for the past days, yet I still feel that you are so far away. Seems like I haven't seen you at all.

So close, yet so far.

PS. pic's not related to the above topic. for your guidance. :)

Of An Unknown Date of September and You

This journal entry comes from my de Paris journal notebook. Most of the time, I put everything in this journal notebook, from my emotions to my ranting to slight student council notes to researches to questions of a quiz bowl. I might get hysterical should this thing be out of my touch because it contains, basically, my every day living. It is a simple coffee-table-book-inspired-notebook, with most of its background images taken from the scenic Paris.

This day’s entry, on the other hand, is perhaps one of the most “emo” entry that I’ll be making. In the vernacular, yes, but I hope my AdSense status won’t be blocked because of this entry. Please take note that this is not a poem but rather a slight ranting about an event I still can’t get out of my mind. This was written on an unknown-and-forgot date of September and I can’t remember whether this one is finished or not.

Naa na sad ko, naghuna-huna nimo, nato

Cheesy man nang linya na “I miss you, I miss us,” pero mao man ako na-feel

Nag-status ko sa facebook, ingon ko happy na ko, kay kinahanglan

Dapat happy ra ko, kay feel nako kay kung madepress ko kay madepress sad ka, nya mosamot ka ug layo nako, or ako mosamot ug layo nimo

Di ko ganahan na mawala ka. Dili ko ganahan na mawala ta.

Di ko ganahan mawala ang practice nato nga maglung-ag ka nya ako ang bahala sa sud-an

Ang ato praktis na magdota ko nya maibog ka nya mamugos ka nga pulihan ko

Di ko ganahan mawala ang ato habit na we massage each other

Kana sad motext ka nako ug “gud nyt frend” nya nagdungan diay tag text sa each other

Gimingaw na ko nimo.

Gimingaw na ko sa text sa sun cellular, ang signal na magpatawag ka nako.

Gimingaw na ko nimo.

Gimingaw nako na magtapad ta ug tulog, na together ta magutman ig ka buntag kay wala’y gusto mogawas nato

Pait uy.

Taman ra ko sa pagkamingaw nimo.

Wa man gud koy mabuhat kay bisan pag mingawon ko nimo ug bisag unsa pa ako buhaton, naa man nimo ang problema.

Mas makalain kay morefuse ka na tabangan tika sa imo problema about nato.

Ganahan ko mohilak.

Ganahan ko mobreakdown.

Ganahan ko iblame tanan sa imo kung naunsa man ta.

Pero di nako mabuhat.

Di ko ganahan malain ako image tungod kay imo lang ko easily gi-dump.

As much as possible, di ko ganahan moshow nga nalain ko nimo kay basig hatagan tika ug more reasons na molayo nako.

Hinuon, bisan pag mohilak ko or mobreak down ko, dili na malahi ang fact na dili ka ganahan magsalig nako.

Pero ngano diay?

Unsa diay imo narealize nganong di na man ka ganahan magsalig nako?

Unsa diay naa kung magsalig ka nako?

Nagsalig man sad ko nimo di’ba?

Katulugon ko karon.

Boring man gud ang klase ni madam.

Gikan man gud ko nag-atubang ug computer nya nastress akong mata.

Katulugon ko nagyawyaw ko gabii.

Katulugon ko kay dugay ko natulog kay nagproblema ko kung unsaon nako ang nahitabo sa ato.

Katulugon ko kay sige ko ug huna-huna gabii kung unsa jud nagdagan sa imo huna-huna karon.

Wa ko katarong ug tulog kay wa ko naanad sa smell sa ako unlan ug habol.

Naanad na ko sa punk smell sa imo unlan.

Naanad ko sa imo habol.

Naanad ko na before matulog, wala koy problemahon kay kibaw ko naa ra ka diha.

Naanad ko pagmata nako kay naa ra ka diha.

Karon, dili ko katarong ug tulog kay sige ra ko ug worry nimo.

Sige ra ko ug worry nako, na basin any time from now mobreak-down nako, or basin mogive-up

Sige ra ko ug worry na basin ugma or sa sunod kay biyaan na jud ko nimo totally

Nagworry ko ug dako na dili na jud ta mabalik

Nagworry ko ug dako kay ganahan pa jud ko na mabalik ang ta kung unsa man ta.

Weird baya ko the past few days.

Sa una, di man ikaw ang first ug last na mosud sa ako huna-huna

Wala man tika girpoblema sa una ba.

Karon, ikaw tanan. Halos tanan.

Pagmata nako, magthink ko ug moencourage ko sa akong self nga dili mogive-up nato.

(ends here.. guess this one is unfinished.)

Should you read this one, please know that I miss you.

I miss you.

On Reading and Various Thoughts

Just a month ago, I "unearthed" a few interesting books that contained interesting topics. The last that I read was for academic purposes. Never during the last semester that I read a book of my interest. Upon the discovery of the said books from the dormitory, I was a bit amazed by the variety of topics it contained. It ranged from Illustrator Tutorial to a collection of short stories, from books of Palahniuk to a collection of essays by Zafra. 'tis a good collection of reading materials, and I picked one authored by Chuck Palahniuk, creator of Rant, perhaps the best narrative that I read for the last 19 years.

'tis titled Lullaby. I am still reading through the pages of it for the mean time, so I can't give a review of it. In its book overview, and even in the first few pages of it, it indicated a culling spell that can turn you into a killer upon reading the item to someone. Babies have been killed, editor of a newspaper been taken life, sons and fathers been dead. "tis a story of life and death, only not through a natural process. Death has been imposed unknowingly by the readers or the caster of the spell. For the moment, what is keeping me from reading the book is Palahniuk's witty and comical and honest description of things. He describes simple things yet they are imposed with simple but complex imaginations. (How is that? Read the book.)

The Badgerine included Lullaby in his/her list of favorite books. He described it as "brilliant" and that "themes of life, death, construction and deconstruction was threaded perfectly throughout the story." S/he also asked whether Palahniuk's books were as good as Lullaby. Far as I read through his books, I really find his style unique and mind-tickling, even at times confusing, yet in the end you will find yourself satisfied and happy that you finish the whole book.

Enough of Lullaby, (perhaps I'll be posting a review of it soon) I've been thinking of starting to read more for my last semester in college. Our professors always reminded us of the beauty of reading and whatever it is that we can get from it, yet I was really not convinced and it led to the untouched situation of my books, especially the academic-oriented ones. Guess I have to give reading a try. Guess I have to convince my brain not to shut down as I begin reading pieces of academic stuff. And I guess I should start now.

On Photos and Brushes and Gradients and Vectors: The Photoshop Way

Been into Photoshop lately. I once had the CS4. Currently, and actually just recently, I replaced this version with Photoshop CS5 (the non-genuine one, thanks seeders! :))) Been caught, looked for serials, activated again, I guess this happened six or seven times. Anyway, been reading tutorials for the program also. However, I am saddened with the non-working status of my 3d element, guess it's with the graphics card.

One very amazing feature of the program is its pen tool, which allows you to create vectors and enabling "cartooning-yourself" feature. Here's an example.

Photoshop is also an important tool for web designers and layout artists in the creation of tabs, logos and graphics that can be used for adverts, promotions and even simple vanity. Here's an example of a vanity-laiden logo of me, which is quite significant so i can put identity to my works. :))

Photoshop also uplifts one's spirit, indirectly, through enhancement of not-so-good-looking photos. (Take Note: I used "enhancement" instead of "editions" because intrinsically, beauty is there, you just have to enhance it. :))) One can give focus on the desired parts and can add shades and bright areas to the photo. You can also experiment on the levels to give the picture a "pictorial" look.

Most of all, what I love about this program, this effin'-cool-program, is that you can do almost everything! You have brushes, you have gradients, you have patterns, you have pen tools, you have shapes, you have almost everything you need for a grand work! This program is Photoshop, and this programs is COOL.

ps. sorry for the vanity.

On The Indolence of the Filipinos

The Indolence of The Filipinos is an essay written by Rizal which was published in La Solidaridad. The article was written basically as an answer to the colonizers' assumption of Filipinos indolence, uselessness and unresponsiveness. Rizal, point-by-point, presented counter-arguments as to the colonizers' claim. As I understood it, the article basically blames the colonizers for their mismanagement and wrong administration, resulting to the indolence and uselessness of the Filipinos. Rizal gave emphasis on the tropical situatedness of the Philippines, saying that the colonizers were not actually aware of the habits of the natives in managing their time. Colonizers actually referred afternoon naps as to laziness because they are not aware of the situation and the climate of the land. As to the vices of the Filipinos, the natives started to engage in gambling when it was introduced by the colonizers. Most importantly, Rizal in his articles said that the colonizers actually prohibited the natives of education, and took all what-is-worthy-for-them from them, taking away they ambitions, thus making the Filipinos not work anymore. Point it, Filipinos no longer want to work because they are working not for themselves already but rather for the advantage of the colonizers.

One proof that the Filipinos were not indolent is their mere existence. How will they be able to continue living if not working for themselves? For example, the rice terraces in Banaue is a clear manifestation of the natives' hardwork. The Spanish colonizers viewed the habits of the natives in their slanted lenses, creating a wrong remark for the natives. Rizal defended the natives from the claims of indolence and laziness.

The worse scenario, however, is that indolence and hopelessness still reigns over the Filipino masses despite the long-due ousting of the colonizers in the country. Filipinos remain to be hopeless because they blame most of their misfortunes to the past administrations, not to mention the fault of the colonizers by injecting this mentality to the masses in general. Filipinos remain enslaved of this mentality, further creating slow progress (or no progress at all) in the society, further taking the problem to a higher level.

I would like to emphasize Rizal's acknowledgment of education as a solution to the problems in the society. To quote from Marco Hernandez, an author of a reaction paper to Rizal's work, “Education and complete analysis of this facts is very important, not only this days, but also to the next generation.” Like Rizal, we need to educate our masses regarding the problem of indolence and incompetence. We are no longer under the grips of the colonizers, (or are we still?) so we have to work no longer for other people but for our development already.

That thing called "Missing"

The last time I saw you, except last night, was on September 12. Last night was nostalgic. I was in the room where I used to sleep. I was with the people whom I used to talk with. But most of all, 'twas nostalgic talking to you again.

Simple. I MISS YOU.

err. understated. I MISS YOU SO MUCH.

I don't hate you. I can't, because I understand you. My previous blog was all driven with pride. That blog is supposed to uplift my spirit, to encourage me to not miss you. But again, I can't hate nor not miss you.

I'm missing our talk-'til-4am sessions.

I'm missing the lechon manok meals.

I'm missing the dota sessions.

I'm missing the movie marathons.

I'm missing the you-cook-the-rice-i-take-charge-of-the-sud-an habits.

I'm missing you.

I'm missing US.

Why is there such thing as missing? Ruins my praxis presentation.

err. I'm off to praxis presentation. Oops, I am still to make my powerpoint presentation.

ps I miss you.

Yes, I ain't bitter.

No, I won't chase you.

No, I won't shed a single tear for you.

No, I won't ask my friends to help me get you back again.

No, I won't waste my nights thinking about what happened to us.

I would have to thank you, actually. You made the transition easier for me. You made it seem like you were never an important person to me. You, of all, are supposed to be the person to least likely abandon me, but you were the contrary. Seems like dumping me is a very easy thing for you to do. Seems like you really don't care of me. Seems like I was never that a very good friend to you. It appears to me as if I was just a passerby. It appears to me as if I was just a plain acquaintance. But no, I ain't bitter.

Thank you. You never made it hard for me to forget you. You never gave me the hard time bringing back what was lost between the two of us because I realized I no longer need it. You, in fact, gave me the motivation to veer away from you. You're quite brilliant in making me detach from you. You seem good at making things work for you, but at the same time making it easier for the other party to forget you. You're quite good at that! I salute you.

Good job! Now, we're both free.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

My Sites

Hey guys. Here's a list of the sites I am visiting while I go online.

Facebook - http://www.facebook.com

Friendster - http://www.friendster.com

Blogger - http://www.blogger.com

Starmometer - http://www.starmometer.com/

Philippine Entertainment Portal - http://www.pep.ph/index.html

CNN - http://edition.cnn.com/

Listverse - http://listverse.com/

The Oatmeal - http://theoatmeal.com/

Cracked - http://www.cracked.com/

Demonoid - http://www.demonoid.com/

The Billboard - http://www.billboard.com/

UP Batibot - http://www.upbatibot.com/

what's yours?

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

i can't blog right now

i can't blog right now.

i can't think of a good topic to talk about.

i can't think of a theme to use.

i can't think.....

you see, i can't think because an effin' friend is mad at me and i don't know why.

i can't think of a topic because i kept on asking myself what the heck went wrong, or what did i do wrong?

i can't blog because as i try to open up a topic i become confused and go back to the mind that i don't want to have, ya know, this mind who kept on asking what i've done wrong.

i can't blog because what's in my mind as of this moment is the very memory last night when he snobbed me and shooed me away like i don't exist.

i can't blog because he is not replying to my messages, because he does not tell me what the effing problem is, and because he is such a bitch.

i can't blog because i am worried i might lose another friend again.

i can't lose a very good friend, no, not this time.

*ps. guess this is a blog after all.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

He and She

This time I’ll be cheesy. I’ll be eewwy. I’ll be mushy. I’ll be the not-so-me. This time I’ll be blogging about life.

Just last night, she messaged me that she is going to McDonald’s. I just came from a cheer dance practice. I was tired. I was a bit wet of the rain. I was hungry. Enough of my little misery, she asked me whether I have eaten already, asked me what I was doing. Not thinking twice, I packed myself up and went to McDo, where her sister treated her to a coke float and some burger and fries, where I supposedly and intently went to just to save her from boredom. And, oh, well, she is my LIKE-life.

So I arrived at McDo, thinking of burger Mac and apple pie as the answer to my grumbling and crumbling and not-so-patient stomach. Surprisingly and unfortunately and sadly, I met her as I went inside. I met her as she and her not-so-look-alike sister as they went out and go home. We even barely said “hi” or at least a word. I sensed that she was tired, and I sensed her not-in-the-mood-to-talk aura. I said goodbye, smiled a little, never expected a smile back, went inside and ordered the meal that I was thinking since I was in the jeepney. I looked back, and she was no longer there, I mean, they were no longer there. What my thoughts were during that time, I cannot really tell. This blog won’t suffice for it.

I sent him a text message. I told him that I was in McDo, eating alone. I asked him to treat me to a meal, yet he said that he cannot come because he went home. I told him that he still owes me a “libre” for his birthday. He told me that he did not celebrate his date of birth because he was busy for an exam. I felt sad for him, knowing that he is supposed to celebrate his birthday on the 18^th of August yet no one bothered to celebrate it because of a busy schedule. I was supposed to suggest that I and his girlfriend come over to his house and cook for him and, at least, although late, celebrate his birthday, yet I mentioned not any of these because I feared he would take this as an intervention of his private life. And oh, he is my then best friend, my friend whom I miss talking to and I miss playing DotA with.

I asked him on the number of his customers every day. He said that it is just enough to cover the daily needs of his family. I asked for more. He is the balut vendor. Rarely do I like the vinegar for balut here in the city and for me his vinegar for balut is the best so far in Cebu City.

I called him. I have arrived at the dormitory around 1am. I was supposed to meet him today and then we play DotA and Counter Strike, but I was not able to see him for the day because of his engagement with his organization, and because I have been busy not only for today but for the past days as well. I gave him a call, talked to him for quite a long time. I message him of my whereabouts, and he gives me a signal to call him whenever he needs help. He is my closest friend. I do not know where he actually is right now. LOL

He stared at me, as if I was a snatcher or a kidnapper or something of that sort. He dressed good; he dressed like a call center agent. There were only the two of us. He kept his bag closer to him as soon as I get to the jeepney we shared. He was my gay co-passenger. It made me wonder whether I really looked badly, or the other way around, because I really was not able to determine what his stares meant.

He recalled his acquaintances and his contacts for the day. He recalled of his like-life, of his then best friend, the balut vendor, of his closest friend, of his co-passenger. He realized a slight fraction of a second lost is a memory lost. He recalled all the times that he should have spent with the necessary things, aside from ranting on a tiny thing such as being tired or being wet of the rain or being hungry. Most of these things can be easily addressed. Make things simple. He always believed on not complicating things, that things will always have its common denominator. And yes, he is me.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

A Short Story. Literally.

Part 1.

The Beginning.

Acquaintance.
Conversations.
Ask for the number.
Messages thru texts.
Meet-ups.
Hang-outs.
Dates.
Meals together.
Sweet.
Walks home.
Courts.
Answers yes.
Meets the gang.
Formally announces.
Happiness.
Drinks for Life.
Small Misunderstanding.
Big Quarrels.
ENDS RELATIONSHIP.

The End.


Part 2.

Asks Forgiveness.
Talks.
Understands.
Forgives and Forgets.
Loves again.
Goes to the girl's house.
SEX.
Pregnant.
Cries.
Problems.
Announces.
Suicide.
Dies.

In the end, that's Rest, like forever.

Have a nice day fellas.
(Photo Credit for Journey Joyce Yamyamin. I Edited this pic as a Birthday present for her. XD XD XD)

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

The Man's Rules

I got this from an online buddy. Hope you find this interesting, cos i really find it interesting. :)) oh, really, very interesting.

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At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally, the guys side of the story.(I must admit, it's pretty good.)

We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male’s point of view. These are our rules! Please note… these are all numbered "1."ON PURPOSE!

1. Men are NOT mind readers and never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability, however, is not proof of how little we care about you.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.

You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.

We need it up, you need it down.

You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports: It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want.

Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! (for cryin’ out loud)

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.

Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.

In fact, all comments become Null and Void after 7 Days.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something, or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials...

1. Sometimes, we are not thinking about you. Live with it.

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.

Peach, for example, is a fruit, NOT a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong.

We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball or golf or basketball or cool gadgets.

1. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport, and no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

…and lastly

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

What's in my Inbox?

Hey. I was thinking of a sensible topic to talk about, yet I really can't decide on something really sensible this time. Instead, I want to share with you a slight private part of me--my inbox. LOL So here it is.

from Andres Soguilon

- Nana mi royal.

from Carol Cabello

- hi everyone! see ya here at d AS lobby for d bloodletting activity. thanks so much. we r counting on u :)

from Wynonah

- Good morning universe. :)

from Euvic Ferrer

- 7% daw final interest. Available na daw ang money ugma or even laer if makadecide na ta.

from Nikki Geverola

- 7% interest daw ilang final. dayon iplug ang photobooth kadaghan sa event.

from Ms. Cris BL

- gud pm cris, and mga C4CC activities sa UP kay mga sept pa na maplanohan. k2 mtg with coaches 4 debates kay mga next wk na. thanks.

from Wynonah.

- Ana. hehe. Good morning. Paeta oy. Gi-sipon ko. Weird ayu kog voice. Breakfast ta na. Sayuha gd nimu mata? Late man kaha mo gabie? Anyway, see you at school.

from Ella Sarmago

- "every second, someone needs blood." donate to become a hero to someone's life. Blood odnation drive. AS Lobby 9-4pm, today.

from Nikko NAtuplag

- tulog na telai, nagbrush pa si steph. hahaha

from Bap Palen

- Luoda. ge na. sleep na ko. hehe. pagsugod na mo oi.

from Nikko Natuplag

- wahaha. gitulog na ka kuya noh? lol joke. geh good night na gyud. :-D

from Bap Palen

- dili to overs oi. nagchula sila on Cam? ala ko kibaw. Yuck gyud.

from Bap Palen

- TAMA! hahahaha

from Bap Palen

- Nganu gud tawn. convince me asa ko ato na categories ni fall? hahahaha

from Bap Palen

- if you see a good looking guy na magaling pumorma, conscious at maarte sa katawan, METROSEXUAL yan. Isang metro na lng, Bakla na. haha. Bantay2 lang

from Nikko Natuplag

- hala. haha, friendship gyud diay mu ni czar kuya noh? nocturnal pud ka?

from Bap Palen

- hoi wag kasing masyadong guilty kung ano man ang ikinakaguilty nyo. haha

from Bap Palen

- huh? Nganu ka?

from Wynonah

- Asesss. Haha cge na oi I have to sleep na. Gudnyt emo boy. See you tomorrow. :)

from Wynonah

- text2 sa imong mata. naa koi long test ugma. pol sci pa jd my ged! ikaw sd, taaaas ayu ang adlaw karon ra sd ka kahuna2 ug text nako. Abnormal ay. hahaha

from Wynonah

- Hapit na emo boy. So, kelangan jd diay mag-overnight for an exa

m? Hmm.. Haha. Gudnyt na pd emo-boy-na-to-the-highest-levelling-ang-dance-moves. veyga ra. :)

from Carmina Racaza

- hi Sayawe! Please look for people na mabaligyaan nato sa ato Cookout tickets for Sayawe. Thank you.

from Jigjig Paler

- cge uban lang..

from Bap Palen

- OMG! 1 mistake ra akung 1st long test sa Managerial Accounting! So inspired. Hahahaha

from Carol Cabello

- wen ur single, all u see r hapi couples.. but wen ur committed, all u see r hapi singles. B)

from frend

- frnd? Buhay ka na? pasenxa kagabi di q nadala ung fon q. hehehe

from melody rosales

- erotomania is a psychological disorder that makes a person assume that the one they love s also in love with them.in short, feeler.

from melody rosales

- never be serious on someone who's not interested on u. it's just like ur trying very hard to get a perfect score on a quiz which is not recorded.

from Edward Limosnero

- Ang love, parang bubblegum lang yan na kahit anong klaseng nguya ang gawin mo, darating at darating pa rin sa puntong mawawalan ito ng tamis, nasa iyo na lang kung palolobohin mo ito upang paglaruan, idikit upang iwan na lan, o lunukin upang maging bahagi ng iyong sistema.

from Winona Baguio

- heroes cry too. but they don't quit on themselves. ever.

from April Ohendras

- MamaL nak, nganung nagkabulingit man ka? Anak: kabantay ka anang kanal dira ma? Mama: Oo nak, kabantay ko. Nganu man? Anak: ako wala.

from April Ohendras

- Kanino ka ba dapat humanga? Sa taong iniwan ang iba para mahalin ka? o sa taong handang iwan ka dahil may mahal kang iba?

from May dela Cruz

- avoid criticizing the person you see in front of you, coz you might also be an irritation with the millions of eyes behnd you.

from Winona Baguio

- Truth is, everybody's going to hurt you. You just gotta find the ones worth suffering for. -Bob Marley.

from May dela Cruz

- One day, you'll be surprised to see yourself smiling at the thought of caring for someone so much who used to be just an ordinary person.

from unknown

- i can heal almost every body part, except this broken heart. - wolverine

from Edward Limosnero

- you can;t force yourself to forget someting because the only reason why we forget is when a better memory has taken its place.

So there it is. Actually, there are still lotsa quotations in my inbox, and I'm already tired.

Now I'm off to my studies. Oral exam tomorrow. Wish me luck.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

Sayaw-E for Cookout

It's been a while since I blogged about any random stuff. Now I will be talking about the annual event in UP, the Cookout, and my performing organization, Sayaw-E. This year, Cookout is themed at "MMX: Magpakabana, Manginlabot to the Extreme." For the details of the said event, please see the image below.

This year's theme will address the apathy not only among UP Students but for the whole community as well. Integrated in the different Cookout segments, the issues to be tackled will also serve as basis for judging. For Kantahan-POPathy, apathy will be dealt with as songs are sung. For Bandahan, a Makabayan song will be played aside from the mainstream rock/band songs. For Sayawan-Take it to the Streets, the hiphop-ish dances will reflect how UP students take issues not only to the streets but into different medium as well. Most importanly, the Rampahan-Para sa PNoy will see through the aspirations of a UP student to the newly instituted adminsitration.

Also this year, Sayaw-e (short for Sayaw Evolution) will be joining the Sayawan Segment. This will be our chance to regain the title since we lost it to Hugpong (which actually I am a member of) during last year's Cookout. (Darn, I should have danced last year, but because I am part of the Student Council, I was not allowed to join any segment.) I hope we'll do good. This is my last Cookout as a student, I could've joined all segments (which actually cannot happen because the prod team allowed a participant to join at most 2 segments, and also because I am still part of the SC, or at least a not-so-significant part of the SC).

Cookout 2010, here we come!

p.s. If you want a ticket for the event, contact me at +639329471783 or cris_virgil@yahoo.com.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

My Band Album (Taken from Mayang thetalesoftheworld.blogspot.com)

The Rules and Directions: How to Create your Band Name and your Band Album

Create your Band Name and Album Cover.
To Do This

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit "random" or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

So my band name is Davies, and my first band album is entitled "of through Inner Appreciation." You can avail of this in your nearest music shop and music stores. This is my album cover.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

Haven't Explored much of the Philippines yet.

I wanna go up up up and away. Bitaw, ganahan ko moadto sa Luzon og Northern part sa Philippines kay wala pa jud ko kaadto. hahay. later. later.

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-

The Seven Deadly (?) Sins (?)

This is my first blog after a month or so, and I am choosing a very wonderful topic to talk about--the 7 deadly sins. 'twas in high school when I first encountered the term when we were required to read Dante's La Divina Comedia. (Pictures courtesy of Martha Dahlig from digitalart.org)

The Snake Pits. Simply your punishment for being good fer nuttin lazy idiot. Actually, Sloth does not mean laziness (as it is always associated with the term, we can blame the thesaurus for that), but rather accurately means apathy. It's not just simple laziness, it's actually not caring for or not minding others, more so his duty to God. Effortlessly effortless.

My favorite sin. (why is this here?). Lust, according to deadlysins dot com, is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. hmmm. You commit lust because of... oh c'mon, you know why (and you know that it is sooooo hard to avoid the THING ^_^). Your punishment for bing so damn lustful??? Just smothering your body to fire, and oh, brimstone. (It actually just makes you "more" lustful hen you're in hell. It makes you heat up more.)

Very capitalist. (Or consumerist for that matter. Oh, wrong use of word, very American I say.) Your consumerist and pampered lifestyle will eventually lead you to hell. It's simply youir desire for material wealth, for whatever you have here in Earth. I just couldn't find the connection why the punishment for such deadly sin is being fried (or boiled) in oil. Anyway, swimming in the finest oil is like being pampered, and you can have the finest oil in the world for that. You need not share, for no one really wants to be with you in the boiling oil.....for eternity. (even not for eternity, no one would want to be boiled in oil ALIVE.)

People around should have been irritating you always end up angry and wrathful. Instead of giving love, you result to fury and violence. Worse, your war-ish attitude will never lead you to peace-making. This will not end even in hell, though. You will be dismembered alive, and worse you actually see and feel it. Worst, you don't die. Enough for your anger, just give love. That will spare you from experiencing the greatest pain in your eternal life.

Oh I so love eating. You are associated with a pig--greedy,desire-ful, even fat. ^_^ Maybe you weren't weaned that properly as an infant you end up taking advantage of what you have and even what you don't have. Gluttony is the desire to consume more beyond what you can actually just hold. It's greed to the higher level, even highest. It's like taking more that what you CAN take. As a glutton in Earth, your sin will be upgraded in hell. You will be fed as much as you want. Yes, isn't that great, gluttons? You will be fed with rats, snakes, toads and frogs. How about that for your meal? D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S.

You have an extreme belief in your self, probably because your teacher and your mother always tell you to believe in yourself while you were a child. True to their words, you made that philosophy the greatest philosophy of your life. You praise yourself, you praise your abilities, you praise everything that you are. You are proud of yourself, or at least you praise yourself for being the oh-so-good-man that you are. Why is pride a sin when you are just loving one's self? atheism dot about dot com says that because of pride, you actually forget the higher being, God for that matter. As a sinful man that you are you will be punished as you will be crushed and broken on the wheel. You will be mocked for eternity for that, and you are proud or vain no more.

Very yellow. Jealousy, indeed. Envy is simply the desire for others' traits, abilities, simply the desire for everything that you do not have, or at least everything better than you have. People around you must have been always better than you--smarter, richer, more attractive, taller, slimmer, everything that is better than you are. (Or maybe because you just don't excel.) Being envious will lead you to the freezing waters of hell (oh, ironic, is it?). Dunno, perhaps freezing water will chill you desires. Perhaps the better punishment is to actually blind you for you not to see what everyone has got. ayt?

So what's your favorite sin?
or say, what's your favorite punishment?

-Cris Virgil Pescadero-