Pack That Sheet

“Di ko pa masasabi ngayon ang grade nyo…pero pasado na kayo…pinakmababa na ang tres”
- sir paglinawan

Hmmm…dahil walang pasok kahapon at ngayon at bukas…naisipan ko naman gamitin ang aking “free time” para gumawa ng isang post para sa aking blog. Marami pang gagawin pero wala naman pasok ngayon kaya nga mamaya na lang sila…

Matapos ang pitong linggo ng pakikipag-away at pagpapaalipin sa aking mga kagrupo sa design 1, ikinagagalak kong ipaalam sa inyo na nalampasan ko na ang subject na ito…and I quote:

(insert intro quote here)

Kung pwede lang akong sumigaw sa comm lab room na yun ay sumigaw na ako…anak ng baka…salamat po!!! Kung tutuusin, isa ito sa mga una kong ipinaubayang subject sa itaas ngayong term…isinuko ko na lang…hindi dahil mahirap ang prototype, kundi mahirap…as in mahirap, pakisamahan ang mga kagroupmate ko…

Akala ko ok na…andun kasi yung isa sa mga henyong kablock ko nung 1styr 1^st term…akala ko pa nga makakaparasite ako ng konti (orchid mode pala)…ibig ko sabihin hindi na ako masyado mag-iisip…sabi nga ni nico..”ah…c ******, ayos yun papasa na kayo nyan…”

Walangjo…mali pala ako… (medyo mali rin si nico…hehe) Ang mga kagrupo ko ay mula sa IEEE…dalawang babae saka isang…ummm…ah…e…hmmm…lalaki…ata. At dahil dito parang lalo kong napagtanto na tama ako na hindi ako sumali sa IEEE, dahil di ko alam kung ano ba ang nangyari sa akin…pero masasabi kong hindi ko sila ka-wavelength at out of phase ako sa kanila…

Syempre dahil binigay ang proposal nung 2^nd week, hindi kaagad kami nakapagsimula…una dahil 3 weeks ding nawala si sir pagli at di namin alam kung naaprove ba yung proposal namin o hindi…it turned out na hindi pala…tapos sabay gawa ulit kagrupo ko ng proposal…SCARAB daw ang gagawin namin…prototype na umiiwas pag may harang at may paa na parang scarab…

E walangjo, yung kagrupo ko pala gumawa ng proposal na hindi pa sigurado kung existing ang kit. Una pa lang kasi ay napagdesisyunan nang gumamit ng kit dahil ok lang kay sir ang kit…requirements lang ay may zilog or pic microcontroller tapos may mechanical parts. Kaya naghanap pa kami sa e-gizmo ng kit..wala daw…meron lang sila nung mobot…yung kotse. Nagpunta kaming raon…ayun mga 2 hrs kaming nagpagala-gala pero walang nangyari…pagkatapos nun nagka-tigdas ako.

Lumipas ang mga linggo at puro utos lang ang mga kagrupo ko…”pasa ka ng progress report, ngayon na blah blah…”, “tawagan mo nga si ganito…sabihin mo ganyan…”…, “magpunta ka naman sa OVPSA tapos kuha ka ng student loan…ngayon na…” Syempre dahil akala ko may gagawin naman sila…ayos lang sa akin maging errand boy…

Napansin ko wala naman nangyayari…at yung nakita nilang mapagpapagawaan e 10000 ang bayad…bale 2,500 bawat isa sa amin …pero ala pala sila ganung pera…kinancel nila yung deal 1 week before nung pasahan ng prototype. At yung hambog na kadeal namin humingi pa ng P500 damage fee…breach of contract daw….ewan ko lang kung may pinirmahan sila pero kung ako yung nandun di ako pauuto…

Inaway pa ako nung kagroupmate ko…kasi binabaan ko siya ng cel…e pano ba naman tinatanong ko kung anong gagawin sa akin binubuhos ang galit nya…binabara ako…tapos sabi kung ayaw ko raw tumulong e di wag…sabi ko gusto ko tumulong pero ayusin naman nila makiusap…ginagawa ko naman trabaho ko…tapos sabi nya e wala raw ako initiative, di raw ako namomoblema…kaya para matapos na ako na nakipag-ayos…dahil gusto ko na ring pumasa…

Nung sabado, (Tuesday ang deadline) may kit na kami…ung mobot sa e-gizmo…gagawin namin yung katulad dun sa isang group, maze follower…aba pumunta akong skul kahit la akong pasok…sabi bili daw ako ng ganito ganyan sa raon…bili naman ako…akala ko naman sila magkakabit…ayun pagdating ng 4:30, nalaman ko di pala sila marunong magkabit. Puntang e-gizmo, ako pa ang nagtanong…sa akin din pinauwi yung kit…pagdating sa bahay…walanghiyang kit yan…walang matinong instruction…wala ngang instruction e…so ang ginawa namin ni tatay nilagyan namin ng mount…yung lagayan ng mga pcb…pero di ko masolder dahil alang kwenta yung schematic.

Kaya dumating ang lunes na wala pang mapagcoconnect na mga pcb…icoconnect na lang kasi…problema lang ay kung pano…syempre tawag sila sa cel…”bili ka naman ng soldering paste sa raon saka electrical tape saka wirecutter…”. Sige na para matapos na. Akala ko naman may gagawa na..kasi may kasama silang IEEE na nagsosolder nung una…pero pagbalik ko wala pa rin pala…kaya ang nangyari…ako pa rin ang nagsolder…syempre pagkatapos isolder lahat sinubukan namin patakbuhin…syempre asa pang gagana yun…e di hindi nga…

Punta kaming e-gizmo. E walangjong kit naman talaga yan…napakaraming problema…kelangan daw ayusin pa yung wiring sa battery…e dahil eec night, at kasama silang tatlo aba sa akin pinauwi ang prototype…ako na daw bahala…

Kaya habang nagpapakasaya sila sa metrobar…ako etong nasa bahay nagsosolder…basta gumana lang…kahit ako na gumawa…ayun di pa rin gumana.

Bumalik akong e-gizmo kinabukasan…dahil may pasok daw ung mga kagroup ko…aba pinatroubleshoot ko…mga 1 oras kalahati bago naayos…pero problema pa rin yung battery…

In short, pumunta kami ng school (sumunod kasi sila sa e-gizmo) dala yung prototype na ang gulo-gulo nung wiring na hindi pa namin matesting dahil mahina lang ang battery…dala-dala ang mainit-init pa naming documentation…at nagpresent kami kay sir…pinidot yung ON switch…nagdadasal…

“Sana po gumana..kahit 3 minutes lang…”

Ayun umandar yung kotse…tapos umiwas sa mga obstacle tapos bumangga dun sa kanto…tapos humina na yung battery…gumagapang na lang yung kotse…pero umiiwas pa rin…

Kaya summary ay: (insert intro quote here)

So tapos na ang design 1. pasado na… bawas na ang aking mga suliranin.

Gulo

"The dark side clouds everything"
-Yoda

Hmmm…napansin ko na karamihan sa mga bloggers ng tnb ay nagpost na sa kani-kanilang mga blog. Samantalang ako, ang last post ko ay nung birthday pa ni Jocelyn…nakngbaka. Sa loob ng mahabang panahon na iyan lumampas na sa 100 beses nagpabalik-balik ang mga tagahanga ko sa blog na ito para lang madisappoint dahil wth wala pang post si ninong…nananadya na ata.
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Sa totoo lang, hindi naman talaga ako busy. Oo nga maraming “ginagawa” sa mga design pero walangjo parang wala talagang ginagawa e…haay… ang gulo. Kasi lahat ng mga ka-group ko gusto ata magcramming…o baka gusto lang nila akong mamatay ng maaga dahil sa stress… Ang alam ko mapapaaga ang hell week ko…later this week hanggang next week…kaya kapag nagpost ulit ako dito, ibig sabihin buhay pa ako…at hindi nagtagumpay ang mga kagrupo ko na patayin ako sa stress.
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Haay…lately nanggugulo lang ako sa mapuaownage…unofficial forums ng mga mapuans. Mga mapuans na marami ring ibang dapat gawin pero inuuna ang gusto nila gawin. Ayun, ang ginagawa ko lang dun nang-aaway ng mga k*pal na ayaw sa tnb…nagpopost ng kung ano-ano…wala lang, nanggugulo. Kasi dun medyo buhay ang mga tao…magpost ako ng konti may nagrereact kaagad…di katulad dito medyo…hmmm…silent types ang mga mambabasa ko.
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Habang tinatype ko ito, nagtampo na naman ang nanay ko sa akin. NAMAN. Wala naman akong ginawang masama e. Nagpapaliwanag lang ako…nagtataas na raw ako ng boses… e kasi naman e…ipinaliwanag ko na parang di naman sila nakikinig, magtatanong ulit e sinagot ko na nga di ba? Siyempre di naman ako ganun ka-patient na tao…lalo na pag may ginagawa ako…pero wala, di nila naiintindihan yun. Walangjo. Samantalang kapag sila ang naiirita wala kang karapatan magreklamo. Di ba unfair yun. Unfair e. Asar. Syempre eto ako naguiguilty kahit alam ko dapat hindi. Dahil alam ko tao lang ako, syempre may mga times na mahirap itago ang pagkairita…lalo na pag parang di ka nila naiintindihan tapos tanong ng tanong e inexplain mo na nga. haay, gulo. Sigurado ako pag inamo ko si nanay…medyo di ako papansinin nyan mga 2 days…samantalang kung tutuusin…naman…naman…haay…minsan talaga ang mundo, hindi pantay makipaglaban. Madaya. Magulo. Asar.
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Nakachat ko si **** mga ilang beses pagkatapos ng birthday nya…pero 2 weeks nang hindi. Ok lang. Medyo wala akong pake ngayon. Dahil marami akong ibang badtrip para magpakabadtrip pa lalo…wala lang…wala lang nga e…kulit mo. o sige na nga bibigyan kita ng pahapyaw...

*edit: tinanggal ang pangalan... di ko lang maintindihan kung ano ang ikinagagalit nya... wala naman akong sinabing masama. Ni hindi lumabas na masama sya dito. :( wala lang...

ninong_osprey11: may gusto sana ako itanong kaya lang di ko alm kung dapat ko pa itanong...
****: ano un??
ninong_osprey11: medyo matagal na ito nangyari e...wala lng gusto ko lang linawin...
ninong_osprey11: ikaw ba tlaga yung nagtext sa cel ko (gamit number mo) nung last year...yung galit ka sa akin dahil makulit ako...at miscall ng miscall pag madaling araw....ummm. un lng.
****: hmm...secret
ninong_osprey11: bakit secret pa...

****: wala lng
ninong_osprey11: ngee...
ninong_osprey11: ngeeeeeeee...
****: ehheh
ninong_osprey11: bad ka
ninong_osprey11: uy
ninong_osprey11: sige na
ninong_osprey11: 1 year na akong nag-iisip oh...db?
****:: di ko na maalala eh..
ninong_osprey11: *headdesk (3x)

ninong_osprey11: naayos na ba yung friendster mo?
****: di pa..
ninong_osprey11: wla lang...di ko makita profile mo
****: wg mo ng tignan...hehe
ninong_osprey11: bkt?
****: wa lng
ninong_osprey11: alam mo naman ako..obsessed
****: cra...
****: he!
ninong_osprey11:
****: hmmp
ninong_osprey11: nakakaobsessed ka e...
****: cra ka talaga noh???
ninong_osprey11: kaya kahit profile lang...pwede na
ninong_osprey11: tingin ko rin e
****: tumigil ka nga
****: cra
ninong_osprey11: may mga taong sadyang baliw...
ninong_osprey11: hahaha
****: alam ko...baliw din kc ako
ninong_osprey11: o yun naman pala e
****: anong un nmn pala??
ninong_osprey11: yun nmn pala e..baliw ka din...e di ok lng n baliw ako
****: ngak...
ninong_osprey11: haay...bkt mo nmn nasabi n baliw ka?
****: there are things n ginagawa ko na iam not suposd 2 do
****: haha
ninong_osprey11: like...
****: oi...have to go home..galing pakong Sm...antok nako eh...
ninong_osprey11: huh? ah..cge. ?_?
****: cge po till here na lng po muna ulit...nyt

corny no?
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May iba pa akong pinoproblema ngayon…at malaki syang problema…at maraming mga tao ang apektado. Asar pa, hindi ko pwede ikwento dito dahil baka masabihan ako ng “get out of my face”…with matching amylase spray…

Ikwekwento ko na lang yung nabasa ko sa Wheel of Time ni Robert Jordan. Sa kwento may grupo ng mga babae na ang tawag ay Aes Sedai. Mataas sila sa lipunan, minsan mataas pa sa mga hari at reyna dahil kaya nilang mag-channel ng One Power. In short, kaya nilang magmagic.

Isa silang society na may hierarchy…ngayon ang tawag sa lider nila ay Amyrlin Seat. Ngayon nagkagulo ang mga Aes Sedai dahil nagkaroon nang rift nung nag-“coup d’ etat” ung iba at tinanggal sa pwesto yung amyrlin seat. Nahati sila sa dalawa. Ngayon yung mga rebel aes sedai wala silang amyrlin seat. Ayaw naman nila irecognize yung amyrlin seat na bago dahil yun nga yung lider ng kudeta.

Ngayon base sa rules nila hindi kailangang Aes Sedai para maging amyrlin seat. May levels kasi bago maging full aes seadai…magiging Novice ka muna tapos Accepted bago Aes Sedai. So in-assume ng mga gumawa nung rule na amyrlin ka aes sedai ka muna kaya di nila nilagay sa rules na kelangan full aes sedai yung magiging amyrlin.

Pero yung mga rebel kasi hati rin sila…may kanya-kanyang agenda. So nagkaroon ng iba-ibang kandidato para sa amyrlin…pero naisip isang party na bagaman mas marami sila, wala silang malakas na representative na ilalaban sa amyrlin…kaya pumili sila ng taong alam nila na malaki ang tsansa manalo (kahit na Accepted pa lang yun) at kaya nila makokontrol dahil nga Accepted pa lang yun samantalang Aes Sedai na sila. At nanalo nga yung representative nila. Pero kung akala nila na makokontrol nila sya dahil mas marami silang alam kaysa sa kanya, nagkamali sila. Dahil handa siya matuto.

So kung marunong kang mag-“read between the lines”, alam mo na ang problema ko…Accepted pa lang kami. Pero di kami ignorante. Sana.

Ang gulo na naman ng mundo ko! Wala pang babae nyan…tsk!

The Gift of Silence

Sometimes i feel like i'm all alone
Wondering of what have i done wrong.
Maybe i'm just missing you all along
When will you be coming home
Back to me?

There were times i felt like giving up.
Haunted by memories i can't give up.
Wish that i never let you go and slip away,
Had enough reasons for you to stay.

Can you feel me,
See me falling away.
Did you hear me,
I'm calling out your name.
'cause i'm barely hanging on
Baby, you need to come home
Back to me.

Sleepless nights,
'cause you're not here by my side
Cold as ice,
I feel deep down inside.
Maybe i'm just missing you all along
When will you be coming home
-Back To Me by Cueshe

Caveat: I apologize for this post already. Her birthdays always make me feel…cheesy. Or maybe desperate. Whatever. This post is once again in English. I have never been out of the edge yet.

Happy 20^th Birthday to you.

We are getting old, you and I. And for a long time, I have been doing this nonsense over and over again. Some people never learn. Or maybe some people just don’t want to. I don’t know why I’m still doing this but I guess some things are done for no other reason except that you feel like doing them.

It has been eight years since I first saw you. Eight years since I first saw your face. Although I have known you for quite some time, I admit I do not really know you that well. You are a puzzle whose pieces keep showing up and disappearing altogether that I find it hard to figure you out. But still, I try.

We have not been able to talk to each other in person that long. In reality, all the time we’ve talked in person could be shorter than the span of one whole day.

I regret the 10 months that I’ve had you as my classmate. And I regret the one whole year that followed when I exhibited how foolish I am after you’ve left. I should have talked to you more and got to know you better instead of acting like some spy and trying to get information about you without arousing attention. I should have replied to those darn letters. I should have…

I should have made everyone KNOW that I liked you, more than anyone else in my entire existence yet. I should have made the whole world know, if I could. Maybe that would have changed everything. I would have been another person entirely. I should have taken every opportunity to carve myself some place right there in your heart.

I know that nothing I can do can change the pattern my life has already woven. And nothing I know can bring you back to me. ‘Coz I never did have you before. And I may never will.

If you could just do me a little bit of a favor and get out of my entire life without making me feel incomplete, I would appreciate it very much.

And ill never bother you again. I’ll give you my gift of silence in return.

Orchid Mode

"An idle mind is the devil's workshop"
- anonymous

(ginawa ang draft habang nasa classroom...)

These past few weeks, I could have given anything for the same remote control like the one adam sandler used in Click. I would have given anything for some sort of autopilot to take care of my daily activities just so my body can stay at the classroom yet my being can be elsewhere doing something else.

Daydreaming, as well as astral projections, is out of the list though, since I still have to feint attention or else the professor will have my guts skewered in front of everyone.

Having not enough sleep doesn’t help either, since instead of one enemy, I now have two. Not only do I have to fight intense boredom emanating from the four flaming walls of the classroom, but I also have to fight waves of sleepiness that attack me during lecture hours. Grrrr…

My body clock is in a mess. I am attuned to sleeping way, way past midnight and waking up at least by nine o clock in the morning… And I cannot sleep early. I waste more hours trying to get myself to sleep early than sleeping itself… And this term, I HAVE TO WAKE UP BY 5:00 AM! That’s an average of four hours stolen from me. And I get very irritated sometimes, I feel cheated of what is due. I feel like a drunk the whole day, lightheaded and very drowsy.

And let me attest to the fact that classrooms during lectures are very, very conducive to sleeping…especially those air-conditioned rooms, ah…paradise for the sleepyheads. I’m not lying if I tell you that I sleep longer at the TNB office than at my own bed. Sometimes I even sleep longer while riding the fx than hugging my pillow.

Yet there are so many things to do…and I feel like I do not have enough hands to do each one. Two hands can only do so much. ninong cannot do everything.

That is one hell of an alibi to justify why I am in orchid mode. Maybe it should have been parasite mode but I think the word parasite is too strong a word, especially when it is applied to me. Haha. If you have heard, orchids and trees employ a symbiotic relationship called commensalism wherein one party benefits from the other. But unlike parasitism, the other party is not harmed by the symbiosis. Likewise, I benefit from the work of my groupmates, but I don’t think I harm them in any way. I will help them should they require it, but since they do not ask, I assume they can do it themselves.

Being an editor is no easy job. NO EASY JOB. Sir ean can attest to that. And I do not envy sir ean for being the features editor. As sports editor, I only manage two pages while he manages at least four to five pages. I don’t know how he finds the time, but if I have to do his job and everything else, you can just kill me now and be done with it. Allow me to rest in peace.

See this blog post? It’s in English. I rarely do English blogs anymore but when I do them, I’m a bit on the edge of breaking down. Also, editing and writing articles, just grows on you, I guess. If you do them for the better part of your time, it grows on you. And this software-engineering-lecture-class-powerpoint-reporting-projected -on-the-wall-thingy-done-in-front-of-me is putting ME at wits end. I hope the 10:30 bell rings right now. If boredom can kill anyone, I am dead a long time ago. Bummer.

I am not complaining on being an editor, anyway. I mean, I prioritize this thing among anything else. And it has been one of my principles in life that when choosing between what you like to do and what you have to do, you chose what you like to do first. To hell with everything else. Although there are exceptions, especially during hell week and some special deadlines, I abide with this way of life.

Oh and by the way, I will take that scholarship anytime.

Distracted

How come great minds like us are not so lucky in love yet love like there are no other people to love anymore?
– tina (hana ga-eul)

Haha. Masaya si ninong ngayon.

Nakachat kasi nya si Jo….

Palagay nyo ba magaling lang talaga siyang tyumempo? O malakas lang talaga siya tsumamba?

Alam ko hindi ko na dapat ikinakatuwa ang mga ganitong bagay… it was hopeless from the start. Pero wala akong magagawa kung natutuwa ako. Saka minsan lang ako matuwa bakit ba makikialam pa kayo… Pakiramdam ko para akong aso, na natutuwa sa konting buto…pero ang asong ito ay masaya. At mababaw lang naman akong tao… kung di makukuha, fine. Beggars can never be choosers, sabi nila. Siguro tama yun.

Wala lang, natuwa lang ako dahil ung chat na nangyari kagabi ay kapareho ang ambience sa text marathon na nangyari noon sa amin last year… iba yung pagkakausap namin.

Matagal na kasi akong parang may kausap na tuod. Bumabato sa hangin. Kung hindi sya sasagot (na madalas mangyari), yung sagot nya puro period. Parang walang continuity, parang ayaw nya ako kausapin. Nung mga panahong yun, di ko alam kung wala lang ba talaga siyang masabi, o itinataboy nya lang ako...

Hindi ko rin alam kung apektado ba siya sa taong nasa paligid nya, kaya ganun. Kasi kagabi, mag-isa lang siyang nag-internet. Unlike before, lagi siyang may kasama.

I’m not expecting anything. I’m just taking in whatever comes to me. Kung meron e di ok, kung wala, magrereklamo siguro ako, pero ok lang. may mga bagay na habang tumatagal, natatanggap na lang ng sistema natin…

Kaya nga masaya ako e. I’ve missed those kind of conversations…

tanungin mo ako kung anong ginawa ko…well, nilagay ko lang naman sa Microsoft word yung pinag-usapan namin tapos si-nave ko sa file. These rare things should be documented para sa akin. Gaya nung mga importanteng text. Kasi may mga bagay na gusto kong binabalik-balikan. Kahit masakit.

Shooter's Bounce: Complete and Unabridged

due to insistent "public" demand, ipopost na ni ninong ang first offering ng shooter's bounce. pero medyo may catch. kasi malamang hindi ito yung lalabas sa dyaryo... ewan ko. medyo di nila ata nagustuhan e...pero para sa akin ok na ito e. ewan ko ba. nahihirapan na ako, actually. but still...
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Commending the Effort

When nobody around you seems to measure up, it’s time to check your yardstick.
- Bell Lemley

I guess I have no outright talent in naming things to christen my column with names like Coffee Scented Keyboard or even Soda Brew. I have been wringing my head dry to find an apt name for this column ever since I found out that I was the new sports editor. I know I could have used anything from Onomatopoeia to Ninong’s Special Grill and people would not even care. But since this is my first column, I just wanted it to sound like something special.

But alas, I do not have the luxury of time in my hands. I do not have forever to think of some magical name to put beside my picture and have you all mesmerized by the sheer creativity of it. Like any ordinary Mapúan, I have hundreds of things to do and thousands of alibis not to do it. Fortunately, I can cook up some profound and insightful reason to explain why you are reading a column named Shooter’s Bounce instead of some other witty column name. My reason may even leave you believing that my column name is no accident.

In basketball, not every shot attempt will make the ball hit nothing but the net. There are times when the shot will miss and hit nothing but air. And there are times when the ball will dance above the rim, bouncing its jig, before sinking through the hoop. The last bounce that knocks the ball in the basket is what they call the shooter’s bounce. It is the bounce that makes all the difference, and I hope my column can do the same. There you have it, a reflective introduction before the main event.

A lot of power goes with writing for the public, that is, if people read what you write. Otherwise, I might as well type nonsense trash here for all the good that it might do. I know a good lot of people do not read the Sports section of The New Builder. A lot of people just do not care nowadays. I’m just gambling that since you see a different picture up there, you might care to read a few paragraphs and hear what I have to say.

One reason why people do not read the Sports news is because our varsity teams had not won any NCAA Championships lately. Not all Mapúans are interested in second, third or even fourth placers. They will commend champions not runner-ups. But I believe this is a crooked way to view reality. Because in reality, not everyone are leaders nor are everyone topnotchers.

Let us say Mapúa has around 15 courses. Simple mathematics tells us that there are 15 top 1 students for every batch. Five batches bring a total of 75 top 1 students in their respective courses and batches in Mapúa. If Mapúa has a 10,000 student population, what do you called the other 9,925 students?

Well, you call them runner-ups.

What does being a runner-up mean? Does it mean that we lost? I do not think so. Losing happens when people give up. Being a runner-up just means there are people above us that we have to beat. It means there is still room for us to get better. But in order for us to get to the top, we need to improve not only our habits but also our perspectives.

Since all of us here are runner-ups in our own ways, we should learn to appreciate the effort that our varsity teams have poured in their respective sports disciplines. They gave us something to be proud of. The least we can do is give them some credit for what they did. You can start by caring for their achievements and reading the news that concern them. If they did not fulfill your expectations, stop berating them. They deserve some respect. And they deserve to have it from you.

The first half of the NCAA is over and I salute our athletes for what they had achieved so far. It is not an easy task to maintain last year’s performance despite the pressures and the indifference of the student community. Thus, I commend your efforts. And if I can convince one or two Mapuans to commend you as well, then my privilege of writing here is not in vain.

Nakalimot na ba si Ninong Magtype?

"...we try hard to hold it off in our hands, but it sifts through like soft drifting sand..."

Ang sagot sa tanong na yan (see title) ay hindi.

marunong pa rin magtype magtype si ninong... else wala nang update-update...

pero magbibigay ako ng ilang dahilan kung bakit wala pa ring update.

1. mayroon akong draft sa bahay pero hindi pa sya tapos...at wala akong oras tapusin yun.

2. maraming kailangan gawin sa skulpaper at kung magbloblog ako e baka sabihin ng iba na napakarami ko namang time...nakakapag-blog pa ako.

3.tatlong araw na akong magdamag nasa skul...masagwa ang sked at napakadaming design..maaga akong gumigising (5:15 am), at masama ang loob ko dahil parang nadadaya ako... itutulog ko na nga lang, kailangan ko pang ipasok sa skul!!! grrr! sayang sa oras...

4. nasabi ko na bang wala akong time? ayun, wala nga akong time...


kaya pasensya na po...matapos lang ang mga palaisipan ko sa buhay lalo na ang darating na october issue baka makahinga na ako ng konti... kasi alam naman ng lahat ng tao na lahat ng mga first-time sa isang posisyon ay kelangan laging may patunayan sa mga tao sa paligid nila...

ayoko man ng may nag-eexpect sa akin... failure is not an option.