I was about blank - teen when I went to PUP to take my entrance exam. I could not remember exactly where my room was but it was on 6th floor, west wing, odd number. I had to climb the stairs fronting Sampaguita. I had my mum with me (as opposed to many who brought their teams, clans and the whole barangay). I don't remember the whole exam except for the part I had placed my answers incorrectly on the sheet. This dawned on me the last few minutes when I reached the last question. I thought I was done with the test but there it was number 15 or so of the non verbal reasoning. Oblivious, I had skipped an item leaving me a number without any answer nor question.
The good luck lady smiled at me though. I was able to remember which answer went to what. I had done it like a speeding bullet.
Thankfully, I made it!
******
I wish the best of luck to all the examinees who took their test today! I hope the lady luck smiles at you!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Pop Corn Series: American Beauty and Harry Series
Every night's a movie date with my husband. Yes, every night. We never miss out a time where we can watch a film together. He gets to see more than I do during the day though but I think what he watches are the type that I wouldn't like. (While writing this though he vehemently denies it hehe).
Last night we saw American Beauty. Starring Khevin Spacey as a lousy husband with perverted mind and Annette Benning, a sex deprived bitch wife. They have a daughter together who was once sweet I guess you can say turned emo.
A family moves in next to their house. The guy was a former member of the marines while the mother was a patient of some sort from a hospital. Their son was a emo as Kevin's daughter can be except he is in the habit of taking videos of any kind (from things to people). I could not remember his name though but his pair of eyes are unforgettable. The father of that boy is shown as too strict and hates gays. The mother on the other hand is too meek and submissive. One time, the boy was hit by the father for prying the former's China wares in the curio. (gee whiz).
Little did that marine father know, his son is selling dope to Kevin Spacey. This went on for a couple of days until one time, Kevin waved at the boy to call him. The marine father became too suspicious. Eventually, he saw his son run an errand right at Kevin's house. Through the window panes, he saw his son giving a taboo to Kevin. That killed him.
To cut the long story short, the marine father killed Kevin. Now I am not telling the other aspects of the film (it has been a long day for me). I liked the movie nonetheless, not because of the perverted ideas that went in it but because it was unusual. You would have to see the film yourself to know what I am saying.
*****
Harry Potter, the boy I never wanted.
A gazzillion of people around that world has come to love and yes hate him. I was a fan of his (but not so much mind you) when the film started out. I in fact read the first book when my brother decided to purchase from a book store.
Just a couple of weeks ago, my husband downloaded all of the series except the last installment. We watched the first 3 (or 4) for 3 consecutive nights and it was a big pain to endure. Very long, shallow and boring. Too many points missed out and scenes that could have just been compressed in a matter of few minutes. Draining is the right word.
Acting wise, most (including the major actors) were not at par with seasoned actors such as Snapes and Malfoy's father or Doris (not my colleague) who for a short period of time replaced Dumbledore at Hogwarts.
What else is there to say other than the whole series is too formulaic.
I am being too kind with my post but it's as good as any bad movie that can put anyone to sleep.
Last night we saw American Beauty. Starring Khevin Spacey as a lousy husband with perverted mind and Annette Benning, a sex deprived bitch wife. They have a daughter together who was once sweet I guess you can say turned emo.
A family moves in next to their house. The guy was a former member of the marines while the mother was a patient of some sort from a hospital. Their son was a emo as Kevin's daughter can be except he is in the habit of taking videos of any kind (from things to people). I could not remember his name though but his pair of eyes are unforgettable. The father of that boy is shown as too strict and hates gays. The mother on the other hand is too meek and submissive. One time, the boy was hit by the father for prying the former's China wares in the curio. (gee whiz).
Little did that marine father know, his son is selling dope to Kevin Spacey. This went on for a couple of days until one time, Kevin waved at the boy to call him. The marine father became too suspicious. Eventually, he saw his son run an errand right at Kevin's house. Through the window panes, he saw his son giving a taboo to Kevin. That killed him.
To cut the long story short, the marine father killed Kevin. Now I am not telling the other aspects of the film (it has been a long day for me). I liked the movie nonetheless, not because of the perverted ideas that went in it but because it was unusual. You would have to see the film yourself to know what I am saying.
*****
Harry Potter, the boy I never wanted.
A gazzillion of people around that world has come to love and yes hate him. I was a fan of his (but not so much mind you) when the film started out. I in fact read the first book when my brother decided to purchase from a book store.
Just a couple of weeks ago, my husband downloaded all of the series except the last installment. We watched the first 3 (or 4) for 3 consecutive nights and it was a big pain to endure. Very long, shallow and boring. Too many points missed out and scenes that could have just been compressed in a matter of few minutes. Draining is the right word.
Acting wise, most (including the major actors) were not at par with seasoned actors such as Snapes and Malfoy's father or Doris (not my colleague) who for a short period of time replaced Dumbledore at Hogwarts.
What else is there to say other than the whole series is too formulaic.
I am being too kind with my post but it's as good as any bad movie that can put anyone to sleep.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Photo walk, kutsinta at iba pa
Big congratulations to the PUP Department of History and PUP Samahan ng mga Mag-aaral ng Kasaysayan for a very successful photo walk activity. Kudos! It was a great learning experience not only for students but to us (teachers) as well. I look forward for yet another series with you guys, sirs and mam. Who knows, our next stop would be up north or down south. Cheers!
*****
Our activity held last January 25 was met by quite a lot of surprises. I was met by a group of students huddled around the fountain early in the morning. Few meters away was Jordy, PUPSMK president and Jeriece, the treasurer. Next to them were clusters of policemen in different shades of blue and grey (black actually). It was as though Borne movie was being shot right where we were at. They were probably around 15 policemen and 10 SWAT officers. It was a little bit intimidating but right there it dawned on me the weight of this activity. (please excuse my being randomness).
Dressed in black shirts (both students and faculty members), the bystanders must have thought we were on strike or lamenting over the loss of someone imminent to our organization. Regardless of what, I felt secured. We felt secured.
Much thanks to you guys (the policemen) for accommodating our request!
******
My aim is to finish reading a book at least a day. I decided to read Ambeth's book, Rizal without the overcoat since his stlye of writing wasn't too difficult to read (not that I am being too lazy). I chanced upon a chapter of his book about Kapitan Tiago's house in Binondo! We may have missed the information but certainly not the place!
*****
*****
Our activity held last January 25 was met by quite a lot of surprises. I was met by a group of students huddled around the fountain early in the morning. Few meters away was Jordy, PUPSMK president and Jeriece, the treasurer. Next to them were clusters of policemen in different shades of blue and grey (black actually). It was as though Borne movie was being shot right where we were at. They were probably around 15 policemen and 10 SWAT officers. It was a little bit intimidating but right there it dawned on me the weight of this activity. (please excuse my being randomness).
Dressed in black shirts (both students and faculty members), the bystanders must have thought we were on strike or lamenting over the loss of someone imminent to our organization. Regardless of what, I felt secured. We felt secured.
Much thanks to you guys (the policemen) for accommodating our request!
******
My aim is to finish reading a book at least a day. I decided to read Ambeth's book, Rizal without the overcoat since his stlye of writing wasn't too difficult to read (not that I am being too lazy). I chanced upon a chapter of his book about Kapitan Tiago's house in Binondo! We may have missed the information but certainly not the place!
*****
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
And the best actor is..
Three months without watching anything from cable T.V. might have put anyone off or feel oblivious. Who wouldn't? Where else (aside from frequent surfing on the net) can anybody get instant and live feed news other than T.V. (although some would most likely say they listen over the radio).
It was my routine every morning to watch news from channel 7. Although letting the T.V. set turned on for almost an hour, right from the time I got up from bed, I mostly missed some of the news reports. Or if not, I paid less attention because of 'useless' tidbits (chicka minutes included) aired over the waves.
From the time my husband and I moved in the new place, we sort of decided not to avail any services from T.V. cable. I was restless. I wanted what was going on. I could access news from my phone but have to pay at a certain price. Two weeks passed by, I was calm. The reason perhaps was that I became less involved with the national political issues or dramas by bruhahas among others.
This year the country is 'bedazzled' by Corona's impeachment. I can only thank my husband that we decided to live without T.V. No extra bills to pay, no failed cable connections. No more of foreign shows that hog the cable. Adieu
****
Out of curiosity of Corona's trial, I checked out inquirer page. On the left side of the news page was series of pictures with candid description. One in particular caught my attention. Tupas.
On the same page where the photo was, I scrolled past the two main paragraphs and chuckled a laugh at Tupas' opening statement. I thought it was funny and very hollow to say the least.
If I was one of those few good men to judge their souls, I would have probably said, "Anyone who is free of guilt or sin, cast thy stone to the accused individual." I am very sure (and my 'shupatembangs' at school) would nod their heads in agreement--- that almost all individuals tapped to play the roles of judges are needless to say, Janus faced. Batu bato sa langit, ang tamaan fangit.
It was my routine every morning to watch news from channel 7. Although letting the T.V. set turned on for almost an hour, right from the time I got up from bed, I mostly missed some of the news reports. Or if not, I paid less attention because of 'useless' tidbits (chicka minutes included) aired over the waves.
From the time my husband and I moved in the new place, we sort of decided not to avail any services from T.V. cable. I was restless. I wanted what was going on. I could access news from my phone but have to pay at a certain price. Two weeks passed by, I was calm. The reason perhaps was that I became less involved with the national political issues or dramas by bruhahas among others.
This year the country is 'bedazzled' by Corona's impeachment. I can only thank my husband that we decided to live without T.V. No extra bills to pay, no failed cable connections. No more of foreign shows that hog the cable. Adieu
****
Out of curiosity of Corona's trial, I checked out inquirer page. On the left side of the news page was series of pictures with candid description. One in particular caught my attention. Tupas.
On the same page where the photo was, I scrolled past the two main paragraphs and chuckled a laugh at Tupas' opening statement. I thought it was funny and very hollow to say the least.
If I was one of those few good men to judge their souls, I would have probably said, "Anyone who is free of guilt or sin, cast thy stone to the accused individual." I am very sure (and my 'shupatembangs' at school) would nod their heads in agreement--- that almost all individuals tapped to play the roles of judges are needless to say, Janus faced. Batu bato sa langit, ang tamaan fangit.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
My Manila Project: Ang Propesora quibs
My Manila Project: Ang Propesora quibs: Have you taken the time to look around you? Or while you're walking down the street, you see people with particular mannerisms (this may mea...
Friday, January 13, 2012
If only..
If only everything was free, perhaps in a span of few minutes (or hours on end) I would be happy. I would not let worry saddle up my shoulder and tinker my brains. If only, yes, if only.
If only I could just dally the whole week long, perhaps I would not have any white strand of hair. I would not stress myself over tumultuous volumes of papers I need to read or check for the matter. If only, sure, if only.
If only the economy was great, it would not cross my mind taking a second job. I would simply lounge in a comfy chair with my laptop on my lap. I would have probably made more than a thousand digital art pieces. If only, I sure wish if only.
If only Gibo won as president, I'd be extremely happy. I would offer pretty (physical and metaphorical) remarks to the chosen guy and believe he could straighten the unrighteous path. If only, holy guacamole, if only.
If only I could just dally the whole week long, perhaps I would not have any white strand of hair. I would not stress myself over tumultuous volumes of papers I need to read or check for the matter. If only, sure, if only.
If only the economy was great, it would not cross my mind taking a second job. I would simply lounge in a comfy chair with my laptop on my lap. I would have probably made more than a thousand digital art pieces. If only, I sure wish if only.
If only Gibo won as president, I'd be extremely happy. I would offer pretty (physical and metaphorical) remarks to the chosen guy and believe he could straighten the unrighteous path. If only, holy guacamole, if only.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Yellow, is it me you're looking for?
I liked 'yellow' a lot when I was a kid. I had worn it from head to toe. I even played 'Yellow 5' back when Bioman became the kids' champions in the old days. Why yellow? To me, it represented happiness and warmth (also because all of the best colors were already 'dibbed' by my playmates). I started liking other colors few years after My closet was filled mostly by anything 'pink, red, white and purple.' Hardly a yellow until today.
I went to school wearing a yellow blouse which I bought from a colleague. I remember I had sworn never to wear such kind of hue due to a particular reason (ahem, let us put politics aside). I over heard one of my colleagues said she disliked it (haha, why not, she can say whatever she wants after all this is a free country.. isn't it?). For her and the general public, yellow is singularly tied with the current and his forebear's administration. I am not going to contest it but rather add more to the meaning of yellow instead.
Yellow, from a magazine I read years back, means 'jealousy.' This is particularly true with flowers. So if a guy decides to give the apple of his eyes a bundle of yellow roses, the message he wants to convey might be obscured by the color. I am very sure he would not want to sing 'teach me how to douggie,' when his romance fails.
Speaking of songs, yellow is linked with Orlando and Dawn's "Tie me a yellow ribbon around the ole oak tree." It's quite a familiar tune that everyone just simply hums along and taps their fingers. The song implies that should the girl still be in love with a guy who is leagues away (or in prison), she must tie a yellow ribbon around that tree.
The song was later revived when the US Embassy in Tehran, Iran was taken over by a group of ideological slash leftist students. Quoting my husband, Ayatollah Khomeini refused to alleviate the situation and instead said that it was the students who had done the hostage taking. The employees were mostly Americans (and marines at that). Thus reverberating the cause to free the victims, the song was played on the airwaves. "Tie me a yellow ribbon around that ole oak tree."
Yellow represents victory too especially in sports. If you know Lance Armstrong, then chances are you may wish to wear a yellow shirt too. It is the color for the champion in Tour de France which begins and ends in Paris, France.
The color is also a Janus faced. While it represents success in certain areas, it is also associated with defeat or cowardliness. Jeff, my other half shares some tid bits:
"Back in 1800's, yokels chided individuals who were coward by saying, "Are yer yellah? or 'R yer yeller?"
He added that this quote was frequently heard from western type of movies. "What's the matter" Are you afraid to see Tommy outside? Are yer yellah?"
Yellow too became the attributed color for the Asians used by other races (Westerners). There is a hint of bias and discrimination by such term.
The color is likewise linked with diseases such as Hepatitis and more.
The meaning of yellow may go on until the next few pages. Should I wear any clothe with that same color? Maybe yes.. maybe no. I say 'its all depends.'
I went to school wearing a yellow blouse which I bought from a colleague. I remember I had sworn never to wear such kind of hue due to a particular reason (ahem, let us put politics aside). I over heard one of my colleagues said she disliked it (haha, why not, she can say whatever she wants after all this is a free country.. isn't it?). For her and the general public, yellow is singularly tied with the current and his forebear's administration. I am not going to contest it but rather add more to the meaning of yellow instead.
Yellow, from a magazine I read years back, means 'jealousy.' This is particularly true with flowers. So if a guy decides to give the apple of his eyes a bundle of yellow roses, the message he wants to convey might be obscured by the color. I am very sure he would not want to sing 'teach me how to douggie,' when his romance fails.
Speaking of songs, yellow is linked with Orlando and Dawn's "Tie me a yellow ribbon around the ole oak tree." It's quite a familiar tune that everyone just simply hums along and taps their fingers. The song implies that should the girl still be in love with a guy who is leagues away (or in prison), she must tie a yellow ribbon around that tree.
The song was later revived when the US Embassy in Tehran, Iran was taken over by a group of ideological slash leftist students. Quoting my husband, Ayatollah Khomeini refused to alleviate the situation and instead said that it was the students who had done the hostage taking. The employees were mostly Americans (and marines at that). Thus reverberating the cause to free the victims, the song was played on the airwaves. "Tie me a yellow ribbon around that ole oak tree."
Yellow represents victory too especially in sports. If you know Lance Armstrong, then chances are you may wish to wear a yellow shirt too. It is the color for the champion in Tour de France which begins and ends in Paris, France.
The color is also a Janus faced. While it represents success in certain areas, it is also associated with defeat or cowardliness. Jeff, my other half shares some tid bits:
"Back in 1800's, yokels chided individuals who were coward by saying, "Are yer yellah? or 'R yer yeller?"
He added that this quote was frequently heard from western type of movies. "What's the matter" Are you afraid to see Tommy outside? Are yer yellah?"
Yellow too became the attributed color for the Asians used by other races (Westerners). There is a hint of bias and discrimination by such term.
The color is likewise linked with diseases such as Hepatitis and more.
The meaning of yellow may go on until the next few pages. Should I wear any clothe with that same color? Maybe yes.. maybe no. I say 'its all depends.'
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