December 31, 2004
Before the year ends
We visited the cemetery to offer prayers for my late grandfather today. We also made time to go to the mass today for Sharleen Tan in the Ateneo College Chapel. My sisters and I each offered one incense stick wrapped with little unspoken prayers. The feeling, though, was a bit uneasy since I did not personally know this student, and there was an ABC 5 camera and a reporter videotaping the event.
May she rest in peace
I do not personally know this student. However, we are still bound by the same Atenean, student and human bonds one way or another, and probably, have crossed paths somewhere before in school, and may be, sometime in the future.
Sharlene "Sharky" Tan [2 BS-BIO] (1985-2004)
Let us all take a moment to pray for Sharlene May Tan. Known to most as "Sharky", she is an active Celadon officer and a would-be doctor, who was in Phuket when the 10-meter tsunami hit the shores of its beach and claimed her life. Her body was found only just yesterday morning (December 29, 2004) along with his dad and cousins. Only her mother and sisters survived the incident. Grieving for her unexpected and undeserved loss...
Celadon together with various units of the LS community will be holding a mass for Sharky:
December 31 2004 | 10am to 12nn
Ateneo College Chapel (Gonzaga)
with Father Aristotle Dy, SJ
Let us all unite tomorrow and pray for her departed soul.
This tragedy makes you think that all unhappy moments that happen to you in your lifetime seem petty.
Sharlene "Sharky" Tan [2 BS-BIO] (1985-2004)
Let us all take a moment to pray for Sharlene May Tan. Known to most as "Sharky", she is an active Celadon officer and a would-be doctor, who was in Phuket when the 10-meter tsunami hit the shores of its beach and claimed her life. Her body was found only just yesterday morning (December 29, 2004) along with his dad and cousins. Only her mother and sisters survived the incident. Grieving for her unexpected and undeserved loss...
Celadon together with various units of the LS community will be holding a mass for Sharky:
December 31 2004 | 10am to 12nn
Ateneo College Chapel (Gonzaga)
with Father Aristotle Dy, SJ
Let us all unite tomorrow and pray for her departed soul.
This tragedy makes you think that all unhappy moments that happen to you in your lifetime seem petty.
December 30, 2004
A little discovery
My youngest sister came back from her sleepover. From what I've heard, they played PS2 the whole night, playing Ku-on, WWE Smackdown vs Raw, Silent Hill, Leisure Suit Larry: Magna Cum Laude & Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Battle Nexus (TMNT: BN). I was surprised, since she does not actually play PS2 games like Sel does. To add to the story, I've gathered that they've beat up the other pair in Smackdown vs Raw, and posted higher ratings in TMNT: BN.
So we played TMNT: BN later in the afternoon. Although rough in some parts, she was pretty good for a first-timer. She was actually teaching me some stuff in a few parts. We reached the fifth stage (actually fifth level since each stage had like five sub-stages in it) before having a break since our thumbs were getting stiff from beating up from mashing the buttons.
It was fun since it was the first time for us to be playing together on the PS2 and enjoying the game. She usually refuses to play with me since she does not know how, and does not want to learn how to play. Well, it seems that she's a natural.
So we played TMNT: BN later in the afternoon. Although rough in some parts, she was pretty good for a first-timer. She was actually teaching me some stuff in a few parts. We reached the fifth stage (actually fifth level since each stage had like five sub-stages in it) before having a break since our thumbs were getting stiff from beating up from mashing the buttons.
It was fun since it was the first time for us to be playing together on the PS2 and enjoying the game. She usually refuses to play with me since she does not know how, and does not want to learn how to play. Well, it seems that she's a natural.
December 29, 2004
More than a thousand words
Since I wasn't able to post in November and around three weeks of December, I'll post a few photographs to commemorate some events that happened during those times.
My grandfather's wake
I miss him a lot. He did a lot of great things that changed a lot of people's lives. Including mine.
IAC Division Champions!
No one thought it would be possible, a 5'7 average height first-time together team with no star players sweeping and winning the division against a land filled with giants. But it happened, and wow, it's a nice medal.
ACLC Caroling
Invaded by the ACLC'ers in red, we were forced to pose in this photograph.
Lovers in Paris?
Taken late during my Dad's birthday, my mom was in "stalker" mode taking pictures here and there. According to her, this photograph of my sister and I reminded her of "Lovers in Paris", a popular Korean telenovela shown here in the Philippines.
First Trials
These are my first three attempts in my whole life in painting. I'm taking a painting class right now, and these are my first three works, a self-portrait (and an ugly one at that), a skin tone portrait (that's a part of Frodo from Lord of the Rings), and a grayscale painting (I picked the Church of the Gesu.)
My grandfather's wake
I miss him a lot. He did a lot of great things that changed a lot of people's lives. Including mine.
IAC Division Champions!
No one thought it would be possible, a 5'7 average height first-time together team with no star players sweeping and winning the division against a land filled with giants. But it happened, and wow, it's a nice medal.
ACLC Caroling
Invaded by the ACLC'ers in red, we were forced to pose in this photograph.
Lovers in Paris?
Taken late during my Dad's birthday, my mom was in "stalker" mode taking pictures here and there. According to her, this photograph of my sister and I reminded her of "Lovers in Paris", a popular Korean telenovela shown here in the Philippines.
First Trials
These are my first three attempts in my whole life in painting. I'm taking a painting class right now, and these are my first three works, a self-portrait (and an ugly one at that), a skin tone portrait (that's a part of Frodo from Lord of the Rings), and a grayscale painting (I picked the Church of the Gesu.)
December 28, 2004
Pineapple Orange
The return to the ritual-happy schooltime draws near, yet I still do not want to go back. It is not due to the heavy workload I must once again bear on my shoulders, being a Senior AVP of IT in the Placement Office, the project head of Parada: The Fine Arts Festival, and of course, a fourth-year student as well. Sometimes, I think I've developed a craving for work nowadays, too much in fact.
The last few weeks of classes left an awful taste in my mouth like an expired can of juice, and no matter how long you brush and gargle, the taste of it still lingers in your tongue and in your mind.
I did not leave for the Christmas break happy. Unthinkable moments happened, something that if one knew me heard about those stories, they would tell that person that it was not me who did all of those things. However, it did happen, and I hate myself for not being able to resist all those provocations. Sometimes, a can of juice explodes when applied with enough pressure like placing that unopened can in a microwave.
I never usually get angry, but people must know that all humans have a certain boiling point. Sure, I may play a martyr most of the time, but they must know when to stop repeating the same thing over and over again. You do not need to repeat it when it's liked bombarded me for the past hour. Yes, there was a meeting, and ever since the start of the meeting, the same "be professional, we have to give in to their likings since they're the one's paying" has been repeated. Is it my fault for being pissed for such an inconsiderate request? Yet, I never dropped my work into another person's hands, isn't that professional enough? Afterwards, here comes this guy who repeats the same message again after the meeting as if it was my fault for all the problems that existed. C'mon, I get it already, so I apologize for putting my hand in front of your face and letting you talk to it.
Now I am the bad guy. I am the inconsiderate one. I've destroyed the harmony of the four seasons juice we've together mixed up. I apologize for voicing out my opinions instead of being the suppressed robot I should've been. It was way out of the line, and I must get my hands and feet attached again in their bondage ropes. Money is power, and I do not have that. All hail the almighty power of the dollah-dollah bill.
I've sent a new design, and I understand why no one commented on it, or probably even saw it. I am the evil that must be punished by ignorance. I'm sorry for what I've done -- to stand up and be a human.
I'm sorry. Let me be part of the bandwagon once more. I submit. I must be one again, to be drunk like pineapple orange, together once more in a harmonious entanglement.
The last few weeks of classes left an awful taste in my mouth like an expired can of juice, and no matter how long you brush and gargle, the taste of it still lingers in your tongue and in your mind.
I did not leave for the Christmas break happy. Unthinkable moments happened, something that if one knew me heard about those stories, they would tell that person that it was not me who did all of those things. However, it did happen, and I hate myself for not being able to resist all those provocations. Sometimes, a can of juice explodes when applied with enough pressure like placing that unopened can in a microwave.
I never usually get angry, but people must know that all humans have a certain boiling point. Sure, I may play a martyr most of the time, but they must know when to stop repeating the same thing over and over again. You do not need to repeat it when it's liked bombarded me for the past hour. Yes, there was a meeting, and ever since the start of the meeting, the same "be professional, we have to give in to their likings since they're the one's paying" has been repeated. Is it my fault for being pissed for such an inconsiderate request? Yet, I never dropped my work into another person's hands, isn't that professional enough? Afterwards, here comes this guy who repeats the same message again after the meeting as if it was my fault for all the problems that existed. C'mon, I get it already, so I apologize for putting my hand in front of your face and letting you talk to it.
Now I am the bad guy. I am the inconsiderate one. I've destroyed the harmony of the four seasons juice we've together mixed up. I apologize for voicing out my opinions instead of being the suppressed robot I should've been. It was way out of the line, and I must get my hands and feet attached again in their bondage ropes. Money is power, and I do not have that. All hail the almighty power of the dollah-dollah bill.
I've sent a new design, and I understand why no one commented on it, or probably even saw it. I am the evil that must be punished by ignorance. I'm sorry for what I've done -- to stand up and be a human.
I'm sorry. Let me be part of the bandwagon once more. I submit. I must be one again, to be drunk like pineapple orange, together once more in a harmonious entanglement.
December 27, 2004
One Time Iron Chef Reprise
Lunch: the place, our home kitchen. Chairman Kaga unveils the theme ingredient: leftovers! After one hour, Sel & Milo unveil two new dishes. First, potato rice, a delicious fried rice dish with a mild taste of soy sauce and potatoes decorated with scrambled eggs and circular pieces of longganisa, a hearty all-in-one treat for the hungry customer. Spaghetti with mushroom & cheese, a little addition of another type of sauce added a new twist in the taste of this everyday recipe.
In the Fantasy NBA angle, after a great game by Sczerbiak today, I withdrew my offer for the meanwhile. I still want to trade Sprewell and Jackson though, but I couldn't find a taker.
If you want to follow my progress, visit: Public League 292808 -- and look for the team "Change of Heart"
In the Fantasy NBA angle, after a great game by Sczerbiak today, I withdrew my offer for the meanwhile. I still want to trade Sprewell and Jackson though, but I couldn't find a taker.
If you want to follow my progress, visit: Public League 292808 -- and look for the team "Change of Heart"
December 26, 2004
One Time Iron Chef
Our household helpers had a day-off but they did not go back home early. My mother and youngest sister were cleaning the house, so that left Sel & I to do the cooking today. Although my cooking skills were not really that good (close to none, in fact, but I'm getting better), I managed to help out with the rice and all the needed knife cutting (my sis is afraid of knives). And after watching Iron Chef (who says this show is stupid?) and watching Sakai magically turn food into art, I was inspired to do create a masterpiece (Fine arts in food... interesting). I made a salad using lettuce, carrots and two different types of experimental thousand island dressing (one for decoration, one for dip.) Somehow, it looked so good that my family was, at first, hesitant to touch the food (or afraid that it might give them indigestion =p) --- I call this dish, Swan's Offering... (corny) --- see pic below to see before it was eaten.
Swan's Offering
I found out that I dropped to #9 in the NBA fantasy basketball game I'm playing after going up as hight as #6. I lack people who rack up assists and steals. I wanted to trade some players, but the other team never responded to my offer. Now, I'm trying to get Udonis Haslem and Rafer Alston in exchange for Latrell Sprewell, Bobby Jackson & Wally Sczerbiak.
Swan's Offering
I found out that I dropped to #9 in the NBA fantasy basketball game I'm playing after going up as hight as #6. I lack people who rack up assists and steals. I wanted to trade some players, but the other team never responded to my offer. Now, I'm trying to get Udonis Haslem and Rafer Alston in exchange for Latrell Sprewell, Bobby Jackson & Wally Sczerbiak.
December 25, 2004
It's not Christmas
I got four presents under the tree today: a DKNY pouch bag, an art book, a pack of CD labels and a homemade t-shirt that would take a lot of guts for me to wear. It's a simple black shirt with the same message that a shirt has in Artworx but was only made for girls. It was a dare shirt that was brought about as we were passing by Artworx. It's the "Sorry boys, I'm taken" shirt. Probably, the only time I'll wear that shirt is when I'm actually taken, by a lady that is.
I'm actually not in the Christmas mood today. The shitty client encounter still lingers in my atmosphere like a skunk scent that would never go away. I remember my grandfather who passed away a month ago as well as the many others who perished during the strongest typhoon to hit a country this year.
I'm actually not in the Christmas mood today. The shitty client encounter still lingers in my atmosphere like a skunk scent that would never go away. I remember my grandfather who passed away a month ago as well as the many others who perished during the strongest typhoon to hit a country this year.