Exams

Posted by admin | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 18-09-2009

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This is the point when my world becomes shaky. I don’t know if I should feel discouraged because of consecutive releases of exam results that bug my grade conscious mind.

My alter ego says I should be optimistic. I should think positive. I should have the courage. I should not give up the fight.

Another talk is that you, my love. You know I’m doing everything to keep us alive, but you always get cold as ice. Let’s just live a happy life and everything will be all right.

Y4IT

Posted by admin | Posted in Life | Posted on 10-09-2009

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A while ago I was at the University Theater volunteering for the Youth Congress for Information Technology. I saw my DILNET friends, and we enjoyed the day.

Actually, I missed 2 days of the 4-day event. Nonetheless, I will compensate for my absences tomorrow.

See you guys at Y4IT tomorrow! Last day yeah!

I am Francis: Filling up the Empty Shell

Posted by admin | Posted in Life | Posted on 18-05-2009

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“Filling Up the Empty Shell describes how a freak engineering guy was able to acquire a Sociological imagination throughout the GE course, Socio 10.”

 

From Numbers to Imagination

Carl had been taking EEE subjects for four semesters. Everything he thought about before he goes to bed was all about electricity, integrals, derivatives, current, and voltage. As an internet addict, he read blogs of people who were able to expound their ideas about the societies and their relationships with others. He asked himself, “Is it still possible to write something good if everything that comes out from my mouth is math?”

The first day of Socio 10 marked the advent of the answer to his question.

“Yes.”

The first reading made his head twist so much. “Man’s life is full of traps” was too conclusive to his point of view. He asked himself, “What are the bases of these assertions? How do sociologists conduct their studies?”

As an engineering student, he was trained, together with his colleagues to arrive with answer with a proper way of solving the problem, providing proofs and bases of the solutions. With that, it was so difficult for him to accept the theories of Durkheim, Marx, and Weber.

To solve Carl’s problem, he had to discuss his lessons with his friends, namely, Jill Te and Ruth Henson, BS-Sociology and BS-Political Science majors, respectively. Good thing he had nice friends – they explained little by little the concepts of Sociology. This is the most difficult part of Sociology that he was having difficulty with, grasping the concepts.

Every day, before he gets to the classroom, he always talked to Ruth to have a broad idea of the topic that was about to be discussed. And this is the life changing moment – his new eye was opened, the Sociological Imagination.

 

Getting Excited: Enlightenment to Feminism to Gender to Patriarchy

It was a simple message that registered to his mind. We have to create a subject from the issues in our society to provide optional solutions.

To be honest, he didn’t get the broad message of the Enlightenment Project. However, he focused on the subject of Feminism that was the topic assigned to him and his group to report in class. His main problem was on how to expand the very specific explicit answer to a question. And that answer was the compassionate part of a woman being removed from her in order to say a woman is a rational being. His group mates didn’t know what to do so he delved into his mind the following: discussions from other GE subjects, issues that are conversed through rallies and media. In the end, it all went fine especially when he opened up the topic about the Patriarchal society, rooting from Feminism.

He bravely told the class during the report the reason why there are practices such as genital mutilations. He thought this statement: these practices that are done by women are just products of the Patriarchal society.

He knows Patriarchal society was influenced by the social institutions, but he believes that it was greatly influenced by religion since most religions’ symbols of their supreme beings are men.

Another view to these practices is Gender Issues. Perhaps Carl was lucky in class to be one of those who have a background on sexuality as a study. He did take Pan Pil 19 and Soc Sci 3 when he was in second year. That gave him an advantage to understand the meaning of gender implicitly presented in Socio 10 class.

Sexuality is the aspect of life that encompasses through time with our social, spiritual, cultural, and biological lives. Sex is either male of female basing on the reproductive organ one has. Gender, on the other hand, is fluid, changing through time (J. Butler), and it is a performance.

Clearly, the practices said above are included in the issues of gender. A city woman may be concerned with an African girl’s mutilation, but it isn’t enough to be concerned and intervene. Both of them may be biologically women but they perform their gender differently.

The class’s discussion on gender extended to the satis that are burned to death for them to follow their late husbands. Question: Are we allowed to intervene? Still now, it’s a big fuss if people who may be considered great thinkers are allowable to intervene.

 

Are You a Filipino?

Somehow Carl thought the discussions on being a Filipino are overlook, especially Socio 10’s description is focused on that subject matter.

During the discussion on nationhood, he started to feel awkward with his classmates’ answers on what makes a person Filipino. The values that were suggested were too Lola Basyang – meaning, it was a long time ago when those values were evident wherever in our country (i.e. bayanihan, being hospitable, close family ties, being respectful, and the like).

He said, “Kung ganyan lahat ng mga Pilipino, ang saya di ba?” For him, Filipino’s attributes changes with the modern world.

In the very beginning of the history of Filipinos, there existed neo-colonialism that drastically erases our practices and nationhood.

Now, it is very undeniable that we praise foreign goods, products, services, and artists. We have the mentality of admiring foreign luxuries and beauty. I mean, who doesn’t want a Chanel or Louis Vuitton bag?

 

Frustrated Journalist

For three days, the class watched documentaries from Prentice Hall and GMA’s i-Witness. Carl took the subject matters seriously to the point he had kunot-noo whenever an issue is presented, especially that of Sa Mga Mata ni Ekang.

“This is the real world,” Carl said to himself. “Does the innocent child deserve to have a life like that?”

One point, he imagined himself making documentaries since he is a video blogger in YouTube and Multiply. He wanted to deviate from the usual cool and teenage stuff he had been blogging about. He considered delivering a rich content video that relays the truth usually overlooked by many city people.

“Only Sociology can nudge my mindset and career in blogging. Ha-ha!” He thought.

 

Globalization equals Singapore

Carl gave his letter of excuse to his teacher on the last Tuesday of the class. It said there that he was scheduled to tour Singapore. He guessed it was so timely because their topic was about globalization. Before anticipating to travel, he read his readings and answered the take-home quiz. It was even his first time to submit homework online.

For him the concept of globalization is the interconnectedness of countries and their mixing of culture and research. There are good and bad sides of globalization, but either way, it is inevitable for globalization to intensify.

On May 14, 2009, he arrived at Singapore and saw the BIG difference from the Philippine environment. The Lion City was so litter-free. Everything was hi-tech. He assumed he travelled through time to year 2050!

It was very had to differentiate Chinese from Singaporeans. Moreover, the country is diversified with different nationalities. There were Malaysians, Indians, Filipinos, Chinese, Koreans, Americans, British, Japanese, Taiwanese, and everything else. Carl thought, this is one aspect of globalization.

He thought Singapore is the epitome of a globalized world – Different people interacting, acquisition of technology, hiring engineers from different countries, and attracting tourists to visit. The only weird thing was that he cannot see the sense of nationality since no trace of culture (i.e. festival) was seen.

Carl guesses while touring, he had to keep in mind the lessons he was missing that time. He was so lucky because he got to experience the hands on than the theory. By visiting another country, he understood more the different issues in that area on a global scale.

 

Finale

Now that Sociology 10 has come to its conclusion, He can say that he is able to appreciate non-tangible things that he experiences. Isn’t it cool to be able to understand why his friends fight? Ha ha! Kidding aside, Carl feels the change that happened to him.

He learned a lot from this course. Reciting every now and then in class helped him to be expressive for his thoughts to be understood clearly.

This is Carl’s last GE course. He enjoyed one month full of knowledge experience.

You Are My New Baby!

Posted by admin | Posted in Life, Money Wash | Posted on 24-04-2009

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“Igiling-giling, igiling-giling, igiling-giling hanggang matunaw ang taba.” This was the bothersome ringback tone of Amiel when I was calling him to wake him up at his condo. I arrived at Taft at exactly eight in the morning, following our accord.

 

After an hour, we went to an infamous place where many people sustain their livelihood through fortune telling, totem selling, and DVD mass selling. This was the place where I’d buy something really nice, something really beautiful, and something that would be added to my gadget collection – a Nikon DLSR.

 

But you know what? This shouldn’t have happened – buying a camera for a professional that is obviously not me.

 

It all rooted from my desire to have an iPhone as a birthday present last March, but at that time, mom was always busy searching for cameras on eBay using our desktop PC. So I was beside her just nakisawsaw to her shopaholic complex. After a while, I searched on my laptop the latest cameras featured on T3 Magazine, and I saw the Nikon D60 entry level camera. The article actually overrated the device despite of the boos of photographers in several online forums.

 

At that point, I actually wasn’t yet enticed to own such nice camera. Although I had been wishing to be able to produce beautiful photos that I see on Flickr – the subject-background-blurring thingy (simply, focusing and some aperture adjustments), I wasn’t sure enough if having a DLSR would suffice all my hungry art desire (remembering the Trying Hard Skill entry).

 

I later found out that mom told dad that I want him to buy me a present. So there I was, just riding on mom’s words; Dad finally considered buying the D60 for me. Ha ha!

 

I’ve done so much preparation prior to purchasing the camera. I read gazillions of forums online for me to be guided what, where, and when to buy. Now, I must thank the people who helped me.

Mom and Dad, thank you for the birthday gift! I’ll take care of this new baby of mine.

 

Amiel. Dude, thanks for accompaniment. You didn’t know how worried I was when we were searching for the store. Buti nalang may policemen.

 

Kuya Gerry and Travis. Thanks for the advice. Those helped me a lot on deciding what unit I should buy. You two are great photographers.

 

Hour after my transaction, I bumped with Minsky and Jill. I didn’t know. I was so happy at that time explaining that the big plastic bag I was carrying was actually a camera.

 

In this entry, I won’t delve into the D60’s technicalities. Maybe next time, I will.

 

Now, I must do justice on using my new baby. I’ll remember the photographers’ common advice: Wala sa pana yan, nasa pumapana.

By the way, I don’t know what name I should give to this cutie pie. Ha ha!


 



My Colgate Fresh Confidence Experience

Posted by admin | Posted in Dreams, Experience, Life, Uncategorized | Posted on 04-04-2009

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(Originally posted a hundred of decades ago)

This is absolutely incredible. I joined the search for the next Colgate star. Ha ha! Thanks to all the support and text messages of encouragement from all of you guys. You’re a part of this “success” as I may consider.

It all rooted from the idea of Mr. Cliff Venzon. Actually, at first, I didn’t like to join because I wasn’t interested in joining tv contests until a momentous happening occurred. I felt that I needed something to pour out from my being. I felt that I needed to grab other opportunities just hanging around.

Oh well, here you will see some snapshots of our 3-day shooting. The video was shot in 6 different locations so as to comply with the tips of Lucky Mark (the guy you see in the current colgate tvc).

I edited the video using Adobe Premiere Pro CS3. Don’t expect to much from my creation. I don‘t usually like making complicated video effects. Rather, I want simplicity and elegance. I don’t also like to make any infringement.

The original video size was 2.3 Gigabytes because I accidentally saved it in .avi format. The second export hit a size of 30 Megabytes that was pretty good for me. But when I checked Colgate’s website, I found out that the maximum upload was only 10 Megabytes. So from 30 MB, it was compressed to 5.2 MB. Actually, I had difficulties in the upload sessions. Whenever the upload completes, an error message appears. I had to send e-mails to colgate just to know why there were errors.

Colgate called me twice to tell me that my video was successfully uploaded and it was finally viewable. They even asked me to create more videos. So there.

Please do VOTE for me. I have to beat that 100,000 votes of the first contestant. Those who have voted, thank you very much guys! May balato kayo pati mga nag-leave ng comments (if ever mananalo). Pero ok lang talaga kung hindi manalo. Hehe.

Just visit www.colgatefreshconfidence.ph. CLICK HERE or just click the “View all videos” and you’ll see my video entitled “Freshness.”

This is my Colgate experience. Thanks to Cliff!

 

4th Out of 50 Hopeful

Posted by admin | Posted in Experience, Life, Uncategorized | Posted on 02-04-2009

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The UP College of Human Kinetics (UP CHK) had its Foil Fencing Tournament on March 14, 2007 at 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. It was chiefly organized by the UP Fencing Club for the 50 foil fencers coming from 2 different classes. It was my first time to learn fencing and to join this kind of tournament.

The tournament was divided into men’s and women’s divisions. Ate Roma (second year) was included in the men’s because of the coach’s prerogative. Each division was comprised of four to five Pools of Elimination. Each pool had five to six fencers who would fight to each other in a round robin basis. I was really terrified with the pool I was in because the five fencers in the same pool of mine were really really really great. Four of them are actually upper classmen. I didn’t expect that I defeated the ones didn’t defeat during class hours. I won 3 out of five games with index points: 3, 5, 5, 5, and 4. I was the second placer in our pool. When the pools were tallied, I turned out to be the in the sixth place. The top four had a “bye” standing, and the lower half were eliminated from the tournament. Actually, all I really wanted was to be included in the upper half, so that I wouldn’t take the final exam (the bout between me and the professor).

The next level was the Piste Round where there was a direct elimination – kapag natalo ka, tanggal ka na. Before it started, Kuya Albert had said to me, “Promising ang mga moves mo dude. Keep it up. May future ka sa fencing.” I had the opportunity to fight against the big guy I had fought against before. I focused on his weak points and confidently hit him as fierce as I could. I won by a score of 8-4. I was so happy because I was just one match away from the semifinal round!

When the referee called my name to fight against a fencer who had a “bye” standing, I began feeling the fear of losing the match. He was of the same height as mine. When the referee said pre alle, I started attacking him, but he started to make a big circular pari (defense) to block my foil to make a tushe. My lungs started to resist contracting. My arms were already aching. My palm, which I used to hold the handle of the foil, didn’t have a tight hold. I lost my focus. All I did was to attack and attack until I got the chance to hit his torso. After five minutes of pari, tushe, palpara, and face, I amazingly won by 8-5! I whole body was aching after the fight. Nonetheless, I then rose as one of the TOP FOUR! I got to be in the SEMIFINAL ROUND!

The only thing that I didn’t like was that I had to fight immediately against Kuya Gary who was so tall. I asked the organizers if we could rest for a while. They agreed, but they only gave us three minutes. My blood was rushing so fast. I was continuously sweating. I was having a hard time to breathe. I drank water to refresh myself. I even washed my face in the rest room.

I changed my gloves with one that has more friction. I changed my mask with a more comfortable one to wear. I made myself ready for a fight that would decide if I would fight in the final round. The referee called my name. The bout began.

I was the one who first attacked, and I got the first hit. I was actually losing my control. I knew that I could beat him because I had beaten him before. My lungs started to resist contracting again. Kuya Gary hit me, and he hit me again. He beat my foil, and it was thrown away. The referee said to me, “Ano’ng nangyari sa’yo? Ok ka pa ba? Kaya mo pa?” I replied, “Ayokong sumuko kahit alam kong matatalo ako.”

The bout continued, and I had the chance to hit him again. After that, he hit me. When the score was 7-4 for Kuya Gary, I shouted, “Masakit na!” I took off my glove and saw my index finger having a wide peel. There was blood. I saw the muscles. The organizers immediately gave me a first aid. They asked me again, “Sabihin mo lang ‘pag ‘di mo na kaya ha?” I nodded.

None of the two of us hit each other for our defenses were good. I was moving backwards so that his hits wouldn’t hit me, but I fell on my back because of my aching right leg, which I used to make a lunge attack. I stood and took off my mask. Everybody shrieked!

My whole face was of color dark red. My eyes were bulging. They saw my shoulders moving up and down – a sign of asthma attack. I wore the mask again. I thought to myself, “Why now? Don’t make me lose this battle! I know I can beat him, but why do you attack me now?” My adversary wasn’t Kuya Gary anymore. Instead, it was my asthma. The referee asked me for the last time, “Kapag hindi mo na kaya, ‘wag mo nang pilitin pa. Ikaw rin ang mapapahamak.” I shouted, “Kaya ko pa! Ayokong sumuko kahit alam ko na matatalo na’ko!”

He hit me. He won.

I took off my mask, and Ate Roma hugged me. She said that it was a great fight. Kuya Jomar said that I had a brave heart because I didn’t surrender. For that, I felt so happy. It was just like I won the fight. I said to myself, “I am so lucky because I had the chance to be one of the top four. I am just a beginner. I am just a freshman, but I made it to this point. What more could I ask for?”

The final round was between Ate Roma and Kuya Gary. I already expected who would win. I was right. SHE did win. The champion for the men’s division was a girl, Ate Roma. I congratulated her.

Kuya IE came to me and said, “May laban pa tayo…for the third place.” I was surprised. Nonetheless, I knew I would be defeated. He is a fifth year student, and he has loved fencing since. I didn’t exert much effort, for my whole body was somewhat numb – could I say paralyzed? He won, as expected. He said to me, Marami ka pang pagdadaanan. You’re a great fencer.”

I didn’t even felt jealousy, for the top three received medals. I went home with a smile.