When I was in grade school, my mother used to volunteer me to preside as godfather/ninong to her friends’ children. I had no idea why she would raise such torture (Note: I wasn’t very sociable like what I am now; I was the boy-in-the-corner type of kid then). I would resist instantaneously since first of all I was not intimate with her friends (please), and second, in that age I wasn’t really fit for godfathering responsibilities. I would get mad, and totally forget the names of the poor babies who had taken religious tracks under me; it’s like they should repeat the christening all over again. And right now I don’t see the point believing in the “original sin” spiel anymore. Come on, they’re just infants ignorant to the constructs around them which have totally ruled over the next decades of their lives. ( Read more… )
Pic by Paule Santos: UP JMA Team Media! Aha!
I officially spent the first week of school doing A LOT of things. I mean, have you ever encountered opening a semester full of both necessary and unnecessary worries? It’s like knowing that you’d die in months, and of all days in those months, you settle on feeling anxious for the rest of your damn life. ( Here’s what happened )
The good thing about television is that you know it’s not real and will never be, but eventually— to quench your state of nihilism, knowing that life in this world is nothing more than painful and insufferable, and that whenever you look for help to heal your existential dilemmas, you can never find somebody who’s willing to even show concern for you— you would want it so hard that you’re expecting everyday life’s like the small screen. That maybe the reason why the medium TV is deemed more powerful than the others; the visuals and the audio plus all the hot actors and actresses getting it on make you strive to be more than an American Idol auditionee (or in our case, Pinoy Pop Superstar, or Startstruck?). Of course, Glee wouldn’t be an exception, a new TV series for the hams and all performing jerks, who acquire no stage fright at all, in the world. ( Read more… )
At first, I was often envied for having had more than two weeks for semester break. Others miserably had barely a week to retire and to free themselves from all campus hustles. Perhaps last semester was my most bloody of all (I actually say this all the time, but I got oh-so-good grades so I don’t mind that much now) from the tedious shiz around. Remember when school was supposed to start in June when swine flu broke in the public ignorance? Holidays were then parading, typhoons canceling classes, and flash floods unleashing great urges to move the academic calendar, hence prolonging the adrenaline charge in our stricken bodies. I was in surreal feeling to have started my sembreak came October 17. If it came later I could have, yes, died. ( Read more… )
Hi-Fi Whuut? (Pic from FAILBLOG)
I know you guys are wallowing in your academic shiz, or if you’re not a student, you’re probably doing the same in your existential crises. It’s fine, just go on: You have your own right to be emo. But hey, who else in the world has never practiced the right (for some people, it’s a privilege) to FAIL?? I found in, hmm I think Rogue magazine some time ago, this hilarious blog called FAILBLOG.org. Daily highlights include failure escapades, and just silly pictures and videos people send in. I like how the site makes it seem alright and exceptional, I mean as a part of human actuality. And for some really benta pictures, here they are. Control yourself from laying on the floor chuckling.
At the Press Room (Pic by Ronin Bautista)
In the midst of environmental and irrigation debacle, it is fated for one to think about troubles like studying for finals, celebrities sprawling on rooftops and the president’s son thwarting the power of Facebook. It is helpful to ponder on one’s existence once in a while, and as long as you’re marooned at home (or in the library) with the laptop monitor on your face doing acads work, it is nice to keep your short breaks worthwhile by pondering. ( Read more… )
Graduation Sablay Pictures
Funny how we in CMC, inserted our “graduation photos” shoot on the last week of September crunch. The zits and eye bags were breaking loose as lack of sleep was apparent on our sluggish-looking faces. All of us cannot wait for sembreak, and the one week no-class period was a more or less atypical answer to our chase for rest.
At Wednesday morning last week, I had my photo shoot (Again, no such noun as PICTORIAL!). Fortunately, It wasn’t that obvious though that I was restless the night before— thanks to my Socio10 midterm review plus an inexorable wisdom tooth-ache. No, the pictures weren’t edited: The make-up artist and the photographer did all the wonders. Now please, control yourself from laughing. Finally sing the Vitamin C classic. ( Read more… )
