Bababa ba?

It’s not about the traffic I get. I don’t care how many people read my blog. I don’t care if I get linked by my Mom, by other bigtime bloggers, or by you. I don’t care what other people think of my blog, I don’t care how people may label it or see it, and I don’t care if people dropped by my blog from my Mom’s.

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I rarely watch the evening news. I only catch glimpses of the news when I eat my dinner at home and I chance upon 6:30pm. And when that does happen, my dinner becomes short-lived, as I gobble my food as fast as I can because I can’t stand watching the news while eating.

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According to our Physics112 professor, the junior year in a Physics student’s life is the hardest year, ever.

Oh well. Welcome to academic hell.

Well, I guess it’s time for me to rant here because no-one from the real world is listening. Our land lords didn’t listen, our baranggay officials didn’t listen, people from our street don’t listen.

If you happen to be around Maginhawa Street one night, you might notice that there is this mini-dump site in the small parking space in front of Nanette’s Snackhaus near the first Ababu. Mini-dump site as in a place where most of the residential and commercial establishments throw ALL their trash.

Well, If it were just residents who threw their trash in our small cemented garbage box, it would be fine for me. BUT, even the darned COMMERCIAL ESTABLISHMENTS THROW THEIR EFFIN’ TRASH BESIDE OUR HOUSE. It’s ROTTEN FOOD GALORE, FOLKS.

AND YES, WE LIVE NEAR THERE YOU STUPID GARBAGE THROWING PEOPLE.

Every night, people from Maginhawa never fail to one by one walk towards our house, and THROW THEIR TRASH IN THE CEMENTED TRASH BOX BESIDE OUR GATE. AND THEY THROW THEIR TRASH EVEN IF I GIVE THEM THE MEAN I-WILL-KILL-YOU-IF-YOU-THROW-THAT-THERE STARE.

THE NERVE.

And also every night, HOMELESS AND DRUNK PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEX ON THE STREETS (YES, THEY DO IT IN MAGINHAWA STREET) GATHER IN FRONT OF OUR HOUSE, SCAVENGING FROM THE MINI-DUMP SITE, WHILE THEY HAVE THEIR RUM AND GIN SESSIONS. And not only that, sometimes they continuously ask for money and change, they act as “watch your car people” even if we’re just parking our car IN OUR GATE or we’re bringing the car outside (yes, some of them have the nerve to ask for change while we drive away because they “helped us” bring our car out).

And yes, I’m ranting and typing in ALL CAPS because I’m fed up, and I’m angry. Because really, who wants to see tons of rotten trash and homeless drunk people in front of and beside your gate? I know this house we rent is one of the best houses in terms of access, but in terms of environment and the people? Argh. Yes, your house may be super accessible, but the trash and people are just unbearable.

Whatever happened to discipline?

I went to Brookside GK Village this morning, and their place was way more cleaner and more beaufitul than our area! Even if there were some houses which owners refused to be GK-fied, the place was spruced up. And I was in Marikina this afternoon, and all I can say is, wow. Just wow. Even if the traffic was hell and the jeeps had hip-hop Speed Racer clones as drivers, you can still see how beautiful and clean their city is.

BUT HOW ABOUT OUR STREET?

Totally the opposite!

Oh Baranggay Teacher’s Village, Baranggay UP Village, Officials of Quezon City, RESIDENTS OF MAGINHAWA, whatever happened to you?

UPDATE: Our land lady was here in the morning. She said they’ll do something about it, kasi naaasar na rin daw siya sa kalat.

Yes. I AM tired.

“Thermodynamics is a funny subject. The first time you go through it, you don’t understand it at all. The second time you go through it, you think you understand it, except for one or two small points. The third time you go through it, you know you don’t understand it, but by that time you are so used to it, it doesn’t bother you any more.”

-Arnold Sommerfield

Ack. It’s the middle of summer vacation and I have exams! ANG HIRAP PA MAG-ARAL KASI ANG INIT! Potek.

Is the rice crisis really that bad? I’ve got this gut feeling that the government just exaggerated small problems, and the media just took the bait and sensationalized the news.

It’s just weird. We’re supposed to be the rice developing country. Whatever happened to IRRI?

Panimula: Hindi ako naging estudyante ni Ginoong Xiao. Naging kaibigan ko lang siya dahil sa mga panahon at pagkakataong nakatambay ako sa may Bulwagang Rizal o sa ika-apat na palapag ng Bulwagang Palma. At sa kaunting panahon ng aming pagkakakilala, aking natanto ang kanyang libog sa pagtuturo, at ang kanyang libog para sa Pilipinas. Kaya isa ako sa mga taong naniniwala sa kanya, at nakiki-isa sa paghahanap ng katotohanan.

Kakaiba lang talaga ang balitang bumulaga sa akin ngayong hapon sa isang mensahe sa aking selepono at sa mga ilang sulating nabasa ko rito sa internet.

Hindi raw pinayagang magturo muli si Ginoong Xiao Chua sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas.

Nalabuan ako nang marinig ko ang balitang ito. Hindi ko na-gets kung bakit hindi nila siya pinayagang magturo muli.

At karamihan ng mga estudyante at kaibigan niya ay nagsisigawang sabay-sabay, hinahanap ang katotohanan. Isang malaking “BAKIT?!” ang naka-ukit sa mga noo ng bawat isang nakasalamuha ni Ginoong Xiao sa mahigit na tatlong taon ng kanyang pagtuturo sa unibersidad.

Ako’y nakikiisa sa mga nagtataka, sa mga nagtatanong, at sa mga naghahanap ng katotohanan.

Sabihin na ninyo ang totoo. Bakit? Bakit hindi niyo na siya ipagtuturo muli?

Walang mananahimik sa amin hangga’t wala sa inyong nagsasalita’t nagsasabi ng katotohanan.

Sometimes I wonder why some people murder themselves academically.

Then I remembered that this dyslexic society of ours measures a person by how many unos, 4.0s, As, and line of 9s you get in your life.

That sucks. What’s so human about letters and numbers?

Red Bull in the morning can be dangerous. This day felt very much like a sine curve.

That is one reason why some people want to leave the country… Dumb-ass politicians. Can’t they just do their jobs?

And you, military man, the gall of you to call on “loving” and “decent” Filipinos when there is nothing decent in what you are doing. Loving, possible. But decent??

I smell Martial Law brewing.

They effin’ called my Mom!Mom thought the dude was alright at first until he refused to tell us from which company he was from and he used the oh so famous, “you sound so professional on the phone, so I assume you wouldn’t be backing out on this meeting of ours” crap. And that just gave him away.I have a few speculations regarding this phone call:One, he knew my Mom’s whole name, which she never gave away in the blogosphere.Two, if Mom was really headhunted, the headhunters should’ve known that she had already retired and from what company she came from. And they could’ve also passed by her blog and my blog and the two controversial entries for crying out loud.Three, he said their business doesn’t conduct things online. Well, do a Google search and look for 15th floor Octagon and there are tons of sites about it. Either advertising or ranting blogs. The presence of the ads adds to the speculation because he said that they don’t conduct business online. Well they contacted a friend of mine through e-mail a while back! Why couldn’t they contact my Mom the same way too?Four, is around 7 in the evening still part of office hours?Five, he said on the phone call it was for an interview. He said on the text message it was for a soft launching. So ano ba talaga?Six, he was able to make my Mom blindly agree to meeting him. How? By not divulging any details besides Ortigas or Makati in the phone call. He just texted the exact place and time. So much for professionalism. Do you just text potential employees for your company?Seven, he never mentioned what company he was from. When Mom asked about Pharmanex, he pretended not to know what it was. I mean, is the 15th floor of the Octagon Building so big that offices wouldn’t know what offices are beside them?Finally, he texts Mom at 2:30 in the morning, saying “[...] You can’t make a decision with only bits and pieces of information [...] I promise you, I will answer all your concerns.” So how the heck could she make a decision while all the while you refuse to give her information? So she effin’ has to go there to make an effin’ decision? It’s very easy to answer questions over the phone, so why couldn’t he do that? Why couldn’t he give Mom a straight answer? Why does he have to do it through text messaging? And what’s with the angry tone in the rest of the text message?I don’t know about you guys, but, if that’s how a company does it’s recruitment, then count me out.Anyways, before the haters start attacking all over again, let me just say this (again): we are not condemning the company. We are condemning the recruitment style.Thank you, and have a nice day.PS I’m bracing Mom for the attacks. They might come in a few months.PPS I’m on top 1 on Google when you enter “15th floor octagon!” LOL

If only all my second sem grades were like this:

Uno galore. HAHAHA.

Pahabol:
Physics111: 2.50 (OYEAH!)
Math55: 5.00

To my parents: I deeply apologize for the 5.00 listed up there. I know both of you work very hard to put me to school, and failing that 3 unit course was like throwing P900 away, but, don’t worry, I’ll try to make up for it next semester. I was just too distracted and affected in the final stretch of the sem (and I think you know why). Pero promise, hindi ako nagpabaya nung sem na yun. I have 7 units worth of uno, so that’s like P2100 worth of uno, diba? :D Love ko kayo! :D

We got our hopes up. Turns out, only three meters of property was demolished and I hope that’s as bad as it gets. But anyway, the MMDA are freaking con artists! ‘Baklasin lahat niyan! TEN METERS!!’ huh. My ass. They said if we gave them money they might be able to talk their superiors out of it. WHATEVER. They just wanted some mullah. It wasn’t supposed to be 10 meters really, but them sidewalk-vendor-burning squads were too highly evolved not to think of something brilliant to save the day. After some moments of confusion and senseless attempts at conversation, dad finally understood what Mr. MMDA was trying to say; Cough up the cash and maybe we could put a stop to all of this.

How much did he want? a thousand? five thousand? No.
He wanted a hundred thousand pesos.

[...]

The next day, the real superior came to the demolition site and told everyone, “Three meters. That’s all.”
Yeah. suck up Mr. MMDA. And never ever show your face here again.

[...] You just don’t know how it feels like to be kicked out of your own place, and done so in a way that’s deprived of all sensitivity. You don’t know how horrible it is to watch how a helpless old man is beaten into pulp. To watch him cry as his cart bursts into flames. To see policemen shout and threaten witnesses. [...] To see all that, and know that you can’t do anything about it. To know how much everyone else have to suffer, and to come to realize, that what you thought would always be there could be gone in just the span of a day. You don’t know how it feels like.

It was raining like hell this afternoon, and I wanted to bring the car to school even if the MMDA vehicle coding scheme did not permit me to do so. I was even preparing a few hundred peso bills in case I would get caught by the authorities. But I was doubting it since the boundary between UP and my village was but a small traverse. But, then I thought, “what if not all officers are like that? What if he didn’t accept my 200 pesos?”

So I went against bringing the car to school.

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Tsk tsk. Dalawa na atraso sa akin ng UST cheering people.

First is their controversial picture wherein some of them were flashing the dirty fingers in front of the UP pep’s dressing room.

Second is what they did after this afternoon’s game.

Ateneo and UST has always been cheering for each other before/after games, Ateneo cheering the “go uste,” and UST cheering “go Ateneo.”

Ateneo just did that this afternoon. Go uste, complete with the drums. But UST, instead of doing the usual friendship cheers, drummed a “go La Salle, go, go La Salle!”

Sheesh.

Guess what Babble did?

“U-nibersidad! Ng Pilipinas! U-nibersidad! Ng Pilipinas!”

HAHA.