gimme a break!

October 12th, 2006 by sephultorero

The sem break creeps in as slowly as fungus grows on leftover bread.  Now, the oh-so-gruelling task of doing nothing comes to mind.  But I am of a different breed.  I don’t rest.  After the papers, projects and exams I still need to train for an upcoming dance competition.  I also need to apply for another part-time job.  So far, I’ve tried out 5 jobs in my entire college life.  Hopefully, after graduation, I’d get a more stable one and just enjoy my paycheck.   But until that day, I still need to trudge my way to survive. 

Dang you, silver-spoon-fed, spoiled-good-for-nothing, overly-cute-heirs! 

gimme a break!

October 12th, 2006 by sephultorero

The sem break creeps in as slowly as fungus grows on leftover bread.  Now, the oh-so-gruelling task of doing nothing comes to mind.  But I am of a different breed.  I don’t rest.  After the papers, projects and exams I still need to train for an upcoming dance competition.  I also need to apply for another part-time job.  So far, I’ve tried out 5 jobs in my entire college life.  Hopefully, after graduation, I’d get a more stable one and just enjoy my paycheck.   But until that day, I still need to trudge my way to survive. 

Dang you, silver-spoon-fed, spoiled-good-for-nothing, overly-cute-heirs! 

Sore eyes

September 25th, 2006 by sephultorero

My eyes are sore from incessant crying.  My grandmother, my ‘mommy’ dearest, the queen of my life, and the ever so radiant presence in the house–Bernarda Holandes, passed away today. I will take the week off to prepare for her internment.  It may take a long time to comfort my grandfather who has now lost his narda. They haven’t been apart for even less than an hour for over 50 years of marriage.  I could just imagine the pain of going through the first 24 hours without her. 

bye mommy.  my mommy…mommy…

Test-ickle

September 8th, 2006 by sephultorero

This is a testimonial given by my bestfriend Nica Sabellino from Engineering.  She and I met rather inaverdently, during the freshman orientation of the College of Masscommunication.  Nica thought that it was the Engineering orientation she attended. The rest as they say was history.  Soon enough we became the bestest friends in the whole wide world.  Read this and don’t be lazy, dweeb:

"My friend Mark has effectively combined two things which I
think are vital for a writer.: wit and heart. There are some whose messages get
lost in their effort to show their command of the language, while there are
others who pour their hearts out and yet no one listens to them still because
they fail to make others grasp what they are trying to say. But Mark has both.
That’s his essence. So if he says something point blank to you, big chances
are, there will be a truth heard, a sound judgement given, and a lesson
learned. In fact, I very much recall a
time when he once said that there was a difference between “mababait na tao”
(nice people ) and “mabubuting tao” ( good people). Nice people, according to
him, are those who maintain a light vibe with others, who don’t do anything to
“stir” a crowd; and the good people, they are the ones who are not always nice,
they may cause a bit of “stirring”, but come crunch time, they ALWAYS manage to
follow through… and Mark.. he is essentially good.. One of the genuinely good
people I know. To have him as your friend is to have in your company someone
whose actions will make you realize that sticking to your ideals is not quite
the same and not quite as important as sticking to who you are."

Me talk petty one day

August 29th, 2006 by sephultorero

This blank space.  Me write in blank space.  Why me write?  Me write because me wonder.  Me also write many blunders.  About life. Love. Lovelife.  Barren lovelife. 

Whoa! ‘Barren’.  Me find word sound like ‘Warren’.  He kicked me real hard in the ass a long time ago.  Me didn’t complain. Me scared. Warren was 18, while poor me only 12.  Me scared shit of this tall, brawny fellow.  Why me, mention Warren again?   Beats me.

Me have lots of things left undone.  Many papers all left blank like white space.  All left idle on space.  A barren void of everything hanging.  A hanging barren void of everything in idle space.  A void space hanging on everything idle. A space hanging on everything void. Everything void is hanging idle. 

Me see things others cannot see. Like for instance, how morning turns everything to gold as the welcoming embrace of the sun touches every idle space in the void.  Me also see the evening wrapping a tearful glow on the grass with the moon’s silver scope.  Me think it’s strange people who see only what is essentially unessential and view it as something importantly unimportant.    

The price ain’t right

August 12th, 2006 by sephultorero

I saw you on TV today and no, I wont be asking for autographs.  What I would be interested to ask you however, is, why in god’s name, did you ever aspire for fame ? What need have you for it?  Why would you want to trade your soul to the network devils for a taste of elusive fame?  You don’t need fame.  You’re already famous.  Your so famous to me.  I keep on telling my friends about you.  I keep telling them how much I feel about you.  You don’t need fame, trust me, you don’t.

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Argh, my whole skin’s itching and if I continue scartching harder, I’m sure I would have scraped my skin clean.  I blame this rather irritating itch to the mosquitoes.  Dang, those vampiric, miniscule, death squads.  Now, people look at me dubiously, probably in fear that I have fungus or something.  "Do I have white patches on my skin, huh? huh?"  Eejits.

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I have so much to worry about I don’t even have time to do the things I worry about.  These days, I’m pre-occupied with a lot of things.  A lot of insignificant things.  I’m just a hairstrand away from actual cramming, and believe me, I’m so disappointed with myself. ( i SEEM SO RANDOM, i KNOW) Why do some people have ease doing their ‘chores’ while I wind up all dysfunctional?  It’s not that I don’t plan ahead.  I’m a person who plans way ahead of time.  But something happens in between that enthusiastic me and the procrastinating me that I can’t avoid.  I call this the ‘tengga moments of love’.     Aargh.  I just wasted your time, see?

Rushed paper

August 6th, 2006 by sephultorero

Market! Market!

Perhaps it was that particularly unfunny scene from that particularly funny film, “Mars Attacks!” that spawned my mean stereotype about the Japanese.  In that movie, green, goofy, quacking aliens try to overtake the world and begin an insatiable spree of destruction.  The Martians, keen on making their Martian rage felt, obliterated the Taj Mahal, the Pyramids of Giza and the Eiffel tower with laser beams stuck through their rotating uh, Martian space ships.  As they were attacking the Glden gate bridge, a group of Japanese tourists were taking pictures with the familiar Los Angeles sight as background.  When the spaceships reduced the bridge into rubble, the tourists didn’t flee.  To hell with Martian domination of the world, when it’s a great photo op?  they went on shooting with their cameras, looking like, er, Japanese tourists.  I’m not so sure though if the Martians changed them to sushi.

After seeing, Mars Attacks! , and some Naked Gun films, I have come to the conclusion that the Japanese : 1) can afford to travel around the world, and 2) they are ignorant about it. 

So last Wednesday, I knew, more or less, what to expect with our lecturer.  However, her credentials seem to leave my prejudice hanging.  Midori Hirota is an artist residing in Yogyakarta, Indonesia, can speak bahasa fluently and is studying Southeast Asia.  Apparently, she’ll talk to us about markets in “Pasar-Ichiban-Talipapa: Cultural Cross-Currents”.  Now, don’t ask me why.  Perhaps, it’s the ‘market of ideas’ she’ll be talking about, or the vibrant, stock markets in Southeast asia. Then again, it might just be markets, period.

Since I arrived quite late, I didn’t know how I’d figure with the discussion.  I saw her already seated, maneuvering her slide show presentation. Hirota was showing us her pictures of the devastation in Yogyakarta when a 6.3 magnitude earthquake struck the Indonesian city.   She, along with some artists, formed an outreach program with funding from Japan to the children affected by the catastrophe.  She designed the colorful shirts, the makeshift classrooms, and even taught the kids some traditional Japanese culture.  At their makeshift tents, these kids were also able to take part in a cultural show where they used utensils to make music, or something close to it. Hirota’s long stay in Indonesia was also the reason why most of her work reflected the Javanese culture.  But in any case, she’s come from a diverse background.  Her influences include, Christian, Buddhist and Hindu traditions.  It amazed me how much this person knew about other Asian traditions.  Her understanding of other cultures drowned me and I saw how hungry she was to learn more.  Above all, I was impressed and humbled by her humanitarian efforts to reach out to those in need.  Perhaps, after all, Japan, Indonesia, and the Philippines, have more things in common than sharing one regional character and a vibrant ‘market’.  All three countries belong to the “Pacific belt ring of fire” where frequent volcanic eruptions, as well as sea and land earthquakes are common.  The recent Asian Tsunami might have also become a catalyst for Asian unity and humanity.  But that’s jumping too soon to the conclusion.

After the talk, I felt quite ashamed of my previous stereotype.  Hirota not only shows another side of the Japanese, but also of Asia.  One that is constantly defying regional, cultural and ethno linguistic boundaries  in region so diverse such as ours.  Now that is truly breaking out.  I hope, that in the future I would also take part in such endeavors.  I like to reach out and know about other cultures.  It’s time the Asians define Asia, and enough of the Martian stereotypes.  # 

State of the Nation

July 25th, 2006 by sephultorero

Dear ladies and gentlemen, our leader has spoken.  Now, it can finally be proclaimed to the rest of our citizens that indeed we are doomed.  Our president, the great ‘Mole of Asia’, has made it known through the manner of her dreadful hour-long speech that she has lost it.  She has continued to live and create a world far from our reality.  Her super regions are a far cry from the current state of our nation.  Just how can these super-ultra-mega-regions be created with our knee-high debts?  Truly, our country must be land God gave to Cain.  Thank you very much madam president; To you we offer our dissidence.

Rain on me

July 13th, 2006 by sephultorero

Why am I not surprised with PGMA’s cancellation of today’s supposedly class suspension?  Because she always has her ‘lapse in judgement’, that’s why.
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Whether we like it or else, my dear friends, we are consigned with this irrevocable fact that we are ruled by a indecisive dwarf whom we shall refer to as the "mole of asia". 
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Anyway, I’ve got nothing else to do but kill time since my professor cancelled her class.  Her 7 am class.  I just happen to wake up at 5.  I say f*** *er!

It’s been raining for days and I like it.  There’s something about the rain which brings me a cold nostalgic feeling.  It kinda reminds me of my childhood, back in elementary, when classes are often suspended because of the rain.  It was the most amazing news for me because I could finally watch my favorite cartoons in the morning.  Man, I sure do wish life was as simple as that.  Big joys in small things.

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Do you nose?

May 30th, 2006 by sephultorero

My nose itch and now it bleeds.  My sister says that someone might be spreading gossip about me because my nose itch.  How rude.  People might mistake my actions as an unsanitary booger probing.  I don’t know what I’m saying really.

As you can tell I have all the time in the world to kill.  As you can see, this blog entry is another waste of time.  Enough boogering you.