Wake me up... or let me sleep.

Everything has gone completely absurd... and fast. It felt like I've been chasing time for the past months since June. What happened to the "I'm gonna rock this sem!" thought? Has it vanished?

I'm not completely isolating the idea that yes, at least, I have accomplished and achieved a matter of things but what I'm feeling now is absolutely different. I feel so tired and rest is just another word in the dictionary that I've been neglecting. Blahblahblahworkworkwork.

On the on the other note, though, I'm telling myself to have more than a liter of optimism to get me done with the things that have to be done. Besides, it's only my own self that should do that. I guess, let us (you, me and everyone!) have a piece of cake think of happy thoughts like Peter Pan does, shall we?

Let's cheer to another month in 4 days! :)

The overflowing satisfaction for my Korean food cravings. (a repost)

A repost from my Tumblr account :)

An hour after our Korean language at @KCCPHIL began, 비키 선생님 and the class decided to go to the not-so-nearby Korean grocery in The Fort. We settled down ourselves with the food we bought and talked amongst ourselves our plan for next week's graduation. *tears* How time went so fast.... *starts singing Arirang...*

Anyway, these are some of the food we bought...

The ice cream sandwich I loved very much at the Sun Han Mart in Taguig~

My classmates and sunsaengnim mixed packs of Korean junk food and distributed it.

This tikoy-ish snack from Lotte from Ate Kristen :)

Little did I know that it wasn't the end of it because we actually ended up at Shin Dang Dong, a Korean restaurant in A. Venue Mall near P. Burgos Street in Makati.

The oh-so-awesome-and-always-hungry Kimbap Team Ate Flor, me and Ate Kristen with the team's "honorary member", (as they called him XD) Patrick.

Ate Toni holding the dear patbingsoo, Kuya Jonah and Cathy 어머니~

The uncooked tteokbokki which was later added with cheese (see sign :P) and ramyeon.

Chicken! :D On it are peanuts, btw.

The never-ending dosage of kimbap... We're living up our team name... lol

Patbingsoo~ nomnom~ Despite the fullness of our stomachs, we managed to finish a large bowl!

Finally, I can say that I'm not craving for Korean food anymore! And I'm pretty much preparing my appetite for tomorrow's agenda, a make-up class at another Korean restaurant just near this place. Oh, thank you to Ate Kristen and Ate Cathy for a big part of this :D Team Kimbap 대.....박!!!

Madness!

Kimbap

Bibimbap

For what I thought was complete stress-free night, I finally convinced my father to have our dinner at Jeon Won, Don Antonio. It was our second time to dine in there. The first wasn't so much of a pleasant experience for both at my parents at that time as they were saying that the food I ordered were too spicy. (I'm sorry I didn't know!) Anyway, I'm glad my dad found it delicious now that I've ordered nothing spicy meaning, kimbap and bibimbap.

Now that I think about it, what I've ordered were too heavy for my stomach to be full. Bap in Korean means 'rice', by the way. That must've been the reason behind it --- why it's so heavy that I can still feel it until lunch time tomorrow. I just know it.

Yesterday felt glorious, though. The sky was just amazing... same as how my phone camera was when I took these photos:

I'm sorry for the low quality-ness. Hello there, stress. I'll fight you off and let optimism emerge.

Looks like there's no class in the morning tomorrow.

Mirror, mirror me
Horror, Horror, Scary, Me
Happy Holloween

This haiku attempt of Chris for Dave's supposed-to-be topic about his "narcissism." It was intended as a joke.

After being dismissed from our Philo Anthro class, I went straight to La Salle to meet up with Arysse. The plan became like this: since I really wanted to eat ramyeon because my father wasn't so welcome with the idea of it yesterday, we decided to first go to Holly's and order our drinks. Afterwards, we went straight to Mashitta... or Masshita, a Korean-Japanese restaurant at the University Mall in Taft. Aside from fulfilling my craving for ramyeon, I also ordered kimchi being still bitter about not being able to "celebrate" Chuseok yesterday.

I used my phone camera to take these pictures so the quality's like, VLAH.

Finally, Holly's! ♥

The regular Hollycino (left) I ordered was decent but the other

called White Chocolate was somehow sweet for my taste.

Blogger’s Congress

 

Last Wednesday, dated July 13, 2011, I attended the very first Blogger’s Congress in the St. Andrew Building in the De La Salle University. I was beyond ecstatic before the event itself because it was the first time I was able to attend such event, particularly one which is related to blogging. How ignorant was I that I have never joined something as fun as like this before?

Four inspiring speakers collaborated, along with the Office of the Vice President of Internal Affairs, to give bloggers and blogger-to-bes a worthwhile and inspiring talk.

First was the fresh graduate Ms. Jill Bantang of thefoodscout who, during her spare time when she just graduated from college, thought of sharing her thoughts on the online world. It was not that easy, though. She said, at first, that she was hesitant of even the thought of creating a blog since there are already a lot of more accomplished bloggers than she was. Anyway, her talk was very much of an appetizer since her blog mainly focuses on food! How fortunate that she did push through with blogging! If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be much more interested on blogging about food :) Seriously. Also, she was able to come up with an acronym, B.L.O.G. It stands for B-elieve in yourself, L-ook for your interests, O-rganize your thoughts and G-o for it, go lang nang go!

As I said earlier, it’s very nice that she pushed through with building a blog like this and like that B in her acronym, she believed in herself and she already reached an important aspect of her career as a blogger, to win an award from some blogging awards (lol, I’m sorry I can’t remember the award’s name :P)

 

Ms. Nina Fuentes, meanwhile, became a representative of travel bloggers! The introduction before she stood to talk to us with her experience being a travel blogger was the most interesting I have ever heard as a travel enthusiast. Apparently, she has gone to many different countries already, specifically Asian ones, for free. Yes, probably by now, you’re probably as much as surprised than I was when I heard it. 

On the contrary, one of the points Ms. Fuentes tackled was that being a travel blogger is not always about take-your-time trips but during her visits to other countries, her time is very limited mainly because her itinerary is already planned. Not by her but the ones who invited her to tour and take a review of their tourism spots. There was even a time, she shared, that during a trip, she was only able to take in the beach breeze for half an hour even if her hotel’s already located by the beach side!

During her talk, I and my new-found friend kept on discussing on how fun would it be to actually travel at a very young age and independent. She even shared that after the time of her school graduation that she decides to go on a trip somewhere… I just can’t remember where.

I just had to cut this into half or I’ll die with my thoughts exploding on an entry… besides, I feel tired and sleepy already :( This is gonna be a long week!

Next blog post: The Scene Stealer and The David at the Blogger’s Congress :D

Discernment: Who am I really?

A question I have never answered, a code I have never cracked. Who am I, really? Some answers I have already sought out, some I have not... just yet. Honestly, as I am writing this paper, I have no idea what to say but just the obvious ones: a human individual brought about my parents whose sperm and egg cell have “met” during the process of conception. A human being who, fortunately, is normal: present with all body parts and capable of doing ordinary things, not extraordinary ones. Most of all, I am a creature who is of intellect and free will. Nevertheless, I have to dig deeper into myself and ask myself “who am I actually?” Presently, living in this world for almost two decades, I have only distinguished only a few of who I am.

Just like any other human, I am being who was blessed with a soul and body however, regardless of my belief in my religion, I am still rather confused of how humans came to be, of how I came to be. Why is there life and why do we need to die? Is there another life outside of this world? There’s this curiosity inside me that I, someday, want to learn and discover about. My questions never ended which often leads me to random questioning of my neighbours. I am even more curious how philosophical anthropology would teach me more about an individual’s existence, not limiting it to actual human beings. Well, of course, all beings serve each other a purpose. For example, plants emit oxygen while humans inhale it to breathe and live; humans emit carbon dioxide and plants take it to their system in order to produce food. Furthermore, sometimes I actually ask myself if there’s really a god who watches over us and how did such people came into conclusions about how we were created. When will we ever know when humans actually existed, did we really descend from monkeys? I want to know. Then again, these questions follow me through my daily life, even during the simple times when I leave school, walk through the streets of Ortigas and ride the MRT. I am a being who likes to observe people and either appreciate or criticize them as my eyes lay upon them. Then again, these thoughts often lead me to overthinking, such as thinking what would have happened if an incident or event never happened. If it hadn’t happened, will it be the best for everyone or will it shut off people from the world they have come to know?

Who am I? I am an individual who knows that experience can make a being, including me, stronger, more powerful and smarter. The bad experiences make me reflect on either how to make myself better or the thought of some kind of retribution to the people who made me feel my worst during that time. Then again, there are those good experiences which are worth reliving and saving for the future, those that can give me a sense of inspiration, hope and trust. Nonetheless, I also think of myself as a selfish person in a sense that I have been brainwashed and made numb by the pain I have felt during my younger years. I know I have to fight for myself because if I wouldn’t, who would? I needed to feel cared for so that I can sense my purpose here on earth. The hurts I feel often give me the tendency to not appreciate others’ purpose as well. I actually don’t know the reason why these kinds of experience lead me to the worst however, despite all of these, there’s still the side of me who wants to show the love that I feel but never really had the guts to do so. Honestly, I think I’ll never know when to say those three words seriously. Furthermore, this leads me to my parents to whom I have never said those words before. With all due respect to them, I am in forever gratitude for them for keeping me alive and caring for me all these years but sometimes, I only want them to show their more humble sides, just a simple “I’m sorry, I was wrong” for instances that they blamed me for something wrong. Despite this wish, though, I also never had the guts to actually be angry at them because I always teach myself that I have no right to be mad at them, not even the slightest one because I respect them, I am in forever in debt because of what they have given me. This thinking makes me realize that I should give them back something in return, the very least I can do is to make the household chores and have high grades.

Who am I? I am a person not yet ready to talk personally about anything referring to sexuality or such. Yes, I can talk about femininity and masculinity but all the others, I just can’t. Frankly, I feel a cringe in my body just the thought of it that I might not as well talk about it here.

Lastly, as I have discussed with my friends recently, I am a being who still does not know her purpose in life. What am I doing here? How am I supposed to know what my purpose is if I don’t know what the future will be? See, as I am reflecting with myself right now, I have only discovered how much thinking I could put into this. Going back to my lack of knowledge of my purpose, these same friends replied to me such ideas like “maybe, you’re a late bloomer.” Although I never really understood what that meant, I accepted it knowing that she could’ve known better since she already knows her purpose here. Furthermore, I am an individual still searching of what my identity is and wanting to use it as a part of enriching myself for whatever may come.

A two-page essay I made for my Philosophical Anthropology class. At first, I thought it was such a nerve-wracking thing to do, to think about yourself philosophically... or near to that. However, as I began to start writing, the thoughts just poured out.

Written Words

Thoughts put into words. Words put into paper.

Minutes ago, I was far from busy about this thing because I only wanted to find a “recyclable” current 1x1 photo for a paper requirement for Theology. However, my eyes caught something else: a glass box. A glass box full of letters which I thought to be already covered in dust since these can be traced back as far as when I was still in my 5th year in elementary school.
Most of it were retreat/recollection letters or better yet, “palancas” as we called these. This kind of letters is made to honestly speak out our minds about someone’s attitudes, positive or not —— it’s your choice on how to say it.

Retreat letters these were, the good old days where I spent the nights cramming just to give my classmates, even those who I wasn’t close with, a piece of my mind about what they should change about themselves or improve in any aspect.

Digging deeper in this box, I found more heartfelt messages, those that were unexpected ones given by your best-est friends… or even those who weren’t! Messages that I know were from their hearts: wishing me the best for a quiz, staying with me through the hardest times of my life, greeting me a good morning or even just a random “you’re my #1 fan!” joke…. those little things. It was also very touching, though, that these friends also put in effort by choosing a paper colored with my favorite color, orange.

In this box contains more than a lot than from what I remember what it contains or haven’t I noticed until now? A random drawing from my 6-year old cousin, a silly lollipop wrapper which I first bought in Starbucks, my then nerve-wracking schedule in high school and a letter about a petty fight among other things.

Looking back, a lot of things have happened during those years wherein I still managed to sleep 8 hours. I achieved a good friendship with people who, I’m more than glad to say, I’m still close with or, at the very least, I can still talk to about random things.

In these letters have I realized that it isn’t how creative or cute the paper used are, or if you used a very special stationary. It’s the things that touch people which is more important, the things that come from our hearts.