Yey! I have a digicam na!

We all well know what happened with the storm yesterday, but with the 24-hour blackout and all, there was still something good that happened to me, which is that I got a my digicam! That got me to just taking pics to pass my boredom, which are these, during the storm,
and after



Now that I'll be taking alot of pics, that passes the question of should I get my own multiply? I have this thing of not going with the trend, and seeing alot of people got it, well, you get the idea. But it may become convenient. anyway, that will just be something I have to thing over. Its so hard to post pics in blogger, so maybe I should get one.

Oh yeah, that "Philosophy of Sleep" article is a work in progress, one in a series I'll be publishing about my philosophies in life.

Multiply raiding. Bwahahaha!!!

Nah, i'm not really raiding anyone's multiply. First, I get goosebumps when I think about infringing anyone's copyrighted pictures(I know that's ridiculous, but nonetheless). Second, its a hassle to copy paste all those pictures, however I like them. So until I can get a digicam of my own (hopefully soon) I'll be missing on alot of photographable college moments, like that of Tin's debut. Speaking of Tin's debut, better if you look at the multiply's of the people who took the pics, like junno's and icai's who I will be linking over there at the side, because I'll just grab some choice pics from them, not all.

And last of all, I just said that I'm raiding multiply's so that I can see the reactions of the people out there who have them. Not that they'll know I'm just joking, its not like anybody comes here and reads what I post,meaning to whom I'm writing this now can only be cybernetic thin air, or if even if say you a person is reading this, it was written not for you but only to satisfy the raving's of a madman who has found a better alternative than talking to himself, which is to just keep writing in his blog with knowledge that nobody is reading it so therefore assumes that he is in a way talking to himself, which is me. So therefore this elaborate explanation is only to entertain me, thinking that somebody will be reading this but knowing that nobody will, and so therefore have succeded in accomplishing...what? To kill alot of time and get the satisfaction of expressing his notions of absurdity to a void that is the blog which neither listens or reads, and could therefore just be an abyss where one tosses one's thoughts to be lost forever.

The Philosophy of Sleep

It is one of the most natural things to do, but for a hard-working student or an employee it can be a luxury one can’t afford.To me sleep isn't just a thing you do at night. Its an important aspect of my lifestyle. I live by it. Its a healthy drug that makes me forget about my worries and makes me feel better and able to take on that problem when I wake up. Like that graffiti scrawled on the chair that I see every single day I have come to study it, and after a profound secession of soul-searching have actually come up with several classifications of sleep that I experience.

The first is Sleep Sleep which is the simplest kind. I fall asleep, I wake up. No dreams, no thoughts, just a deep slumber to wash away my fatigue and recharge me for the next day. Uneventful, but in the deeper levels its so effective that when I wake up I realize I forgot everything about yesterday and today until it comes back to you 5 minutes later. Once I woke up feeling so good without a care in the world when suddenly I remembered I had my math midterms later.
The second is the Fantastic Sleep, my most preferred kind. It is the kind of sleep in which my mind jumps off into amazing and even ludicrous scenarios ranging from my most romantic fantasies to my most horrible nightmares. It can be one long story or a series of different episodes, but the most amazing about it is that even if my mind is busy living its fantasy nightlife I still get a goodnights’ sleep. A deeper, more rested sleep in fact than the ordinary kind. I get to go off on a Narnianic adventure when I'm snoozing off, and when I wake up I feel as if I had slept for two nights instead of one. Fantastic, aint it?
Next is the Tossing-Turning Sleep, the sleep of a troubled man. I have a 5 page essay due for Friday, an upcoming report, and two long-quizzes to study for. I lay on my bed running over math formulas while already drafting my essay in my mind. I keep thinking about your schoolwork so much that it seems I do not fall asleep at all, until I realize that I have been falling asleep after all, it’s just my mind is still on overdrive that all you I think about is work. You wake up feeling as you didn’t wake up at all, just getting up from your bed. It’s hard to get out of it when it has become a pattern, but the sooner, the better. If you happen to find yourself in this situation, the best technique to remove it is stop thinking. Stop thinking of your works, your assignments, everything. Hard to do, I know, but for starters think about your breathing, or the darkness. Think about falling asleep, then stop thinking at all. Mastery of this technique is vital to regain a normal sleep pattern. I don't know if it will work for you, but it works for me.
The last kind is the Julius sleep, in which a mind-numbing lecture, a boring road trip or just being bored can cause my brain to just shut down. In my opinion it’s a step away from being brain dead as I feel everything just slipping away - eyelids drooping, handwriting turns into squiggles, losing muscle control and drool starts to drip. To me it has turned into a technique, an artform where you can "turn your brain off". Named after my blockmate(which so expertly exhibits this technique), this serves the simple function of killing time from a very long trip or a boring time of the day. It feels like a kind of unholy sleepiness gripping my body that no amount of caffeine can seem to remove. I think it’s my bodies natural defensive mechanism to protect it from harm, say like from math class.
Sleep is important, holding a pinnacle postion to my lifestyle philosophy, as important as eating and so as an absolute rule not to be sacrificied for studying and other less important activities. To me it has evolved into an philosophy, a discipline, with its own set of rules and techniques. To get 8 hours is the best, 7 hours forgivable, 6 hours and less is pushing it. Why lose sleep by studying when the next day your brain won't be working well enough to remember what you studied? why lose sleep trying to finish a paper when you cannot even chain the most rudimentary of words to form a sentence?
Getting enough sleep is the easiest thing you could do to keep healthy. Why not do it? Make it your lifestyle rule too.

Everyday is an adventure

Everyday is an adventure to me. Its just I'm either to tired,lazy,busy or sabaw to write them all down. Yesterday was one such. I accompanied Burger to Gateway, and along the way there were some interesting things that happened. The most interesting to me was of course the conversations. We talked about many, things that would burden me to try to recall and write down, though through that at least I became a little closer with her. On the way the LRT train stopped mid journey. Nothing to worry about(good God), just technical difficulty I suppose and it was a first for me. In the end though we just went around Gateway to find a gift for her friend. I know either she ,(Hi Burger!) or some other will be reading this thats why it seems my storytelling is rather blunt and/or underopinionated. She'll understand.

i'm getting alot of things for free lately. I got a mostly-free shuttling back and forth from Ateneo and Gateway courtesy of Burger. I know I should be the one treating her but she insisted. Who am I to argue?
Last wednesday I got a free slice of cake in Red Ribbon Katipunan. I bought a slice of cake, and after a pretty long while they gave to me one that doesn't quite look like the one I ordered. certainly not like the one I ordered. Its because it wasn't what I ordered. They gave me a much more expensive slice of a different cake and I was eating it already before the my true order arrived. Thats why it my cake tasted more chocolatier than what a strawberry mousse sholud taste like.
Today I got a free lunch thanks to Julius. I should really pay him back, or at the least really consider his business proposal. He is really serious with it, and I think I owe it to him already to try my best.
I volunteered for a seminar workshop thing in Camarines Norte this upcoming October. Its good that my parents allowed me to go. We will be taught how to teach people about to protect the coral reefs. Its a 3-day stay and, the best part i like, its free. i'm already quite excited. I'l place it down there on my "Things to look forward to" list.

Indecisiveness...

I used to pride myself on my spontaneity. In highschool I just do things suddenly whenever I wanted to without a second thought. One time I bought bacon just because I saw someone buying when I passed the meat store, and another time bought a large watermelon while we were doing our Visita Eglesia. I did things just for the heck of it. Now I wonder why did I become so indecisive lately. Why has hesitation replaced my impulsive nature?

I realized this as I watch countless jeeps pass by day by day, wondering why did I not get on that one, or the one before it, or the one that came after it. I let them
pass by without even considering of pulling them over, even if I know that its hard to get a jeep to Cubao.

Today was the same day. I boarded perhaps the 6th jeep for Cubao I saw, and I felt lucky to be a little early to be on my way to school. A woman went down in front of Vista Verde, and as the jeep sped away two men noticed that she dropped her coin purse which she dropped on the floor beside me. I was the one who picked it up, and one man said that I should go down and give it to her. I thought about it, watching the woman walk hurriedly off as we sped farther away.

A good person should, any half-decent person would, and an impulsive guy wouldn’t even think about it. But even I was surprised when the words "Eh malayo na ho sya eh" came out of my mouth instead of "Para". The man asked me to look how much was inside, and to my astonishment there was more than a hundred inside, Php143.24 to be exact. He said, “ihabol mo,baka wala syang pamasahe”. We already sped a good distance away, and it was only then that it kicked in my brain that I should indeed give it back. I immediately went down and ran, looking for the woman who dropped the money I was holding. I reached the gate and continued towards the tricycle station.

I saw a woman there, but I thought that she wasn’t the one. I thought for half a second if it was her but before I made up my mind she already boarded a trike and went off. I continued to look, asking the guard and even a vendor if they saw a woman.(Of course they all saw a woman, we were all at the front of a busy village).

And then I gave up. I can’t spend the whole morning looking for a woman I didn’t even see clearly to recognize. I didn’t even know what she was wearing. And now, because of my indecisiveness I earned 143 pesos in guilt-money, what could be perhaps that woman’s marketing budget, fare, money to buy medicine. The money is still with me, because I’m afraid to touch it. Why did I hesitate? I should have chased after the woman instead of resigning and saying that she already is too far away. I could still have caught up with her. She could even be the woman I saw in the station, if only I asked instead of stand there and watch her board the trike. And now I have 143 pesos and twenty five cents of money that isn’t mine, which I don’t know what I will do with, all because of a moment of hesitation.

Blogging for the sake of Blogging...

You know, I'm just blogging for the sake of saying that I have a blog. I admit it, I'm not a really good blogger. I feel stuck between relating and opening up everything about me and hiding those things I don't want others to know. Say I relate an event here, but then I'll leave out something I think about someone, just because I'm afraid he/or she will read it or somebody else will tell them about it. Or I have this recurring thought about someone that I don't want him or her to find out. So what I'm left with is a oversimplified blogpost containing nada or something that resembles a letter with censored parts removed but not fixed to make it readable.

I don't know whether to stop or I can develop a technique that finds a middle ground in problem. Until then, I guess I'll think twice before I post again.