Tuesday, September 23, 2008
A black belt is just a white belt who doesn’t quit. Truly indeed it is amazing to look upon the experiences we have had with my team mates during our training. It all started when I wore my shirt and jogging pants, shouting with all my might to release the tension. The infuriating arena where I had tasted the delightful victory and the dojo where I suffered too much pain is just an insightful memory right now.
Every fighter should have his/ her own technique and every technique required discipline, determination and dedication.
Life is continuous battle. We never win unless we sharpen our own skills and venture out from our comfort zones. Our techniques in life vary, but the fuel and passion remains the same, and that’s what we call the discipline.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
This had me laughing for hours so I just got to share this one
Oh and Thank you for the people who are visiting my blog
Kudos to you all
edit: I don't know why but every time I try to change the image size its still the same (oh well) just click the image to get a better view
Monday, September 15, 2008
That is life, we may never know what will happen and here's a few for those who are going to work
Sunday, September 14, 2008
How do you like your coffee to be, hot or cold?
I start my day with the gentle flow of water and a peaceful sound it makes. Rays from the sun slowly envelopes the four corners of the room making it look like a grand opening of a concert sonata. The ticking sound I hear from the knob turning, sets the mode of a peaceful morning. I am gradually basked by the granules of coffee beans and some lumps of sugar, releasing a sweet aroma in the air. The graceful motion being made by the spoon slowly unifies the agents of myself making me full. Then a sudden change in my surroundings as if my whole body is being lifted. I gainfully lose every time a sip is made, and I am puzzled why the moment is being savored? Is it because a part from me is taken or is it a part of me is accepted?
As the end of the day, i feel empty and then again i start a new.
The story I made is a daily reflection of our life. I prefer my coffee hot.
Monday, September 8, 2008
One of my unforgettable places in the University, where I studied, is the chapel. I used to attend mass every 5:00 in the afternoon before entering my next class. I am an altar server and at the same time a lector. It all began when I became a member of the Campus Liturgical Ministry.
The chapel can accommodate 200 people where most of them are “Ateneans” and Alumni of the school. It has become the place wherein we are given the time to recollect with our classmates before, friends and even our mentors. But this holy place also serves as the silent sanctuary where we can recollect with ourselves.
Also, the highlights of the physical structure of the chapel are the stained glass wall. Naturally, images of Jesus Christ and the Blessed Virgin Mary is shown on the glass, but what makes it more creative is that images of some important persons who have contributed so much in the university, for example, the Jesuit community, professors, priests, etc. were also painted on the glass.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
The night before the parade, was the most crucial one, and I was not present during that time because it was our rehearsal for cheering competition (quite hectic huh? Hehe). So, I could not view the finished product on how it looked like.
Early morning, all of the students gathered around in the park with their different costumes and props. Our class was remarkably the most colourful in the crowd. I became quite puzzled because some of my classmates were laughing when I decided to carry the huge mascot. When I held it using my two arms, I deliberately held a loud laugh! Gosh! It was very, very heavy!
The mistake was that the materials used were not appropriate. What made it really funny was that, we already assigned one person who would hold the mascot, but the plan had changed since it weighed just like an ordinary person. So, the boys assisted in carrying the cross, I mean the mascot (hehe) along the highway up to the school.
We bitterly enjoyed the parade! Hep-Hep..Hooray
Monday, September 1, 2008
"Charmus eklavum powerness kaboom!The propagation of Gay Lingo is unstoppable. In fact even my real men friends know a bit (hehe). They say that it takes intelligence to understand this medium. It is a little bit puzzling at first but as you go along with the conversation, you would encounter a “laugh out loud” experience.
Here are some revealed lines:
- Anik / Anetch — ano (what) /
- whichBalaj — balahura (shameless)
- Bitter Ocampo — malungkot (sad) / nagngingitngit (fuming mad) / bitterBaklah / Baklush — used instead of one’s name, may refer to any genderGivency /
- Janno Gibbs / Debbie Gibson — bigay (to give)
- That’s Entertainment / Anda / Andalucia / Anju / Anjo Yllaña — datung (money)Fatale — sobra (excessive) /
- to the maxFeel / Fillet o’ Fish — type / gusto / natipuhan (like)
- Fly — alis (leave)
- Forever — palagi (always) / matagal / mabagal (slow)
- Pagoda Cold Wave Lotion — pagod (tired)
- Washington / Wishing / Wish — wala (nothing or none)
- Chanda Romero — tiyan (tummy)
- Mahalia Jackson — mahal (expensive)
- Kuya Germs — madumi (dirty) / bearer of germs
- Lucresia Kasilag — lukaret / baliw (crazy)
- Lucita Soriano — loser na sorry pa
- Luz Valdez — matalo (to lose)
- Winnie Santos — manalo (to win)
- Award — pinagalitan / pinagsabihan (reprimanded)
- Freestyle — slow makagets (to understand) / slowImbey /
- Im — imbyerna (irritation)
- Jowa / Jowabelles / Jowabella — karelasyon / BF or GFKape /
- Capuccino / Coffeemate — magising ka sa katotohanan (be realistic)
- Lupita Kashiwahara — malupit (cruel)
- Rita Gomez — nakaka-irita (irritating personality)
- Enter the Dragon / Entourage — pasok (to enter) / come in
- Julie Andrew / Jolina Magdangal — mahuli (caught in the act)
- Antibiotic — antipatika (bitch)
- 48 Years / 50 Golden Years / 10,000 — matagal (after a long time)
- Crayola — iyak (to cry)
- Thundercats / Chandeliers / Masyonda — matanda (old people)
- Wrangler — gurang (also means old)
- Jubis / Juba — taba (fatso)
- Jutay / Jutes — maliit (small)
- Kangkang — sex
- Reyna Elena — ulan (to rain)
- X-Men — dating lalaki (formerly a man) now gay
- Morayta / Murriah Carrey — mura (cheap)
- Pamintang Durog / Pamenthols — closet gays / acting as men
- Backstreet Boys — cute boys at the back
- Chiminey Cricket — chimay (maid)
- Goodbye Suklay — goodbye
- Fayatollah Kumenis — payat (skinny)
- Anaconda — ahas (a snake) / traitor
- Anong petsa na? — asked when someone is taking too long to dress up,
- Charing/Tienes — jest / a joke / not serious
- Kaplang — mali (error) / mistake
- Barbra Streisand / Barbara Perez — bara / binara (bluntly rejected)
- Regal Drama Hour / Maalala Mo Kaya — when someone tells a sob story_______, ikaw ba yan? — when someone acts like anotherperson, maybe a showbiz personality or not. (example: Vilma Santos, Ikaw Ba yan?)
- Purita Kalaw — walang pera (broke) / mahirap (poor)
- Rica Peralejo — mayaman (rich, from the Spanish word rica)
- Chova / Chovaline Kyle — chika lang (small talk)
- Cookie Chua / Cookie Monster — magluto (to cook)
- Clasmarurut / Klasmarurut — classmate
- Cynthia Luster — hindi kilalang babae o lalake (unknown she or he)
- Daot — insulto (insult)Eksena / Eksenadora — mahilig pumapel / mahilig sumabat (someone who always likes to figure in a scene)
- Emote — mag-inarte pa rin (one who is over-acting)
- Karir/Career — sineryoso ang isang bagay like BF or work (to be seriously involved)
- Lafang — kain (eat)
- Lapel — malakas ang boses (someone with a loud voice)
- Carry / Keri / Cash & Carry — sige (OK or alright)
- Cathy Dennis — “makati” (frisky) or promiscuous
- Char / Charot / Charing / Charbroiled — not ok
- Liberty / Statue of Liberty — libre (free)
- Okray — paninirang puri (criticize)
- Lucky Home Partner — live-in partner
- In Fairness — pampalubag loob (to console)
- Compared to Lugaw — kesa wala (better than nothing)
I recommend to print this article and keep it in your pocket. This would also serve as a translation booklet (hehe).
I am accustomed to drop by to a bookstore whenever I am in a mall. I find it very refreshing and stimulating when I indulge myself to a one-minute scanning per book, hoping to discover some interesting facts and word of thoughts. One of my “fruitful” encounters with the books was the time I challenged myself to search for the cheapest one inside the National Bookstore. I managed to dwell in the “bargain” section for almost 2 hours just to have the book I was looking for. Most of the prices were between 100 up 250 Php, but that did not make me to stop. I knew that underneath the pile of books, lays this little book screaming constantly to be heard and noticed (or even screaming his price!).Finally, after a couple of hours, I found one book. Yes! It’s very handy it only costs 10 Php! (imagine, original price is 369 Php)
The Pocket Enneagram by Helen Palmer is a book about understanding the 9 types of People namely the Perfectionist, Giver, Performer, Tragic Romantic, Observer, Trooper, Epicure, Boss and Mediator. With the aid of this book, I am hoping that I could find the “cheapest” part of my personality which I have taken for granted. I fear that I would reach the adulthood without realizing my own identity. For now, I have to read and digest this cheapest book (yet stimulating) I have bought.
My thoughts sent me to some kind of a higher consciousness that indeed, like the water, we could be free. Our capacity to interact in the world would strongly and naturally suggest that we should propagate our inner desires in life. Like the water, we could freely flow through the vastness of river and are strong enough to meet the rocky road of wilderness.