Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Merry Christmas!!!
The title says it. It's Christmas!
It's been a looong time again. I should've rambled about the Recollection and the very late Christmas break, but these events were too tiring to reflect on. So I rested for a while so I may have the enthusiasm to attempt to type about them. Here goes...
Although I am making steps to apostatise Catholicism, or Christianity in general, I admit that I have this hesitation that seems to pull me back. I even felt weird that during this plan of excommunicating myself from the Church, recollection came in. It was about trust in God as a friend and His trust in people as stewards of creation. But what caught my attention personally was our obligation as humans to respect other humans no matter how sickening they are. "Man is created in the image and likeness of God" as what the Bible says. Although I incline more to Darwin's evolution theory, I still have doubts.
I doubt everything now. Back then, it was only the existence of a "Divine Providence." But after an introduction to Philosophy, especially in Metaphysics, I learned to doubt Science. Now what do I absolutely trust? Nothing, I guess. Just myself. As Descartes phrased, "Cogito ergo sum," I think, therefore I am. No one can doubt the doubter.
I do really ramble. See where it led me? Now back to the recollection thing about respect for others. I find it hard to be a Catholic human. In the standards of this religion, authentic humanity is achieved if one recognizes that: he is created in the image and likeness of God; he is a steward of God's gifts and therefore should NOT OWN earthly things; and he is a fellow human being, which means that others like him exist and therefore he should learn to coexist.
Only three requisites. But very difficult requisites. A friend, who was sitting beside me during the sessions, said, "It's a challenge to be human." That is, if you are Catholic.
Another coincidence is our RS group report on the Sacrament of Baptism. Among many other stuff, I discovered that when a person is baptized with water in the names of the Holy Trinity, an indelible character is made on the soul of the baptized. Indelible. Permanent. Perhaps this "indelible character" is causing this hesitation. Then I had this uncanny feeling of being called to be a priest. Then I laughed hysterically. Only in my mind however. I was obviously exaggerating... and confusing myself.
It's been a looong time again. I should've rambled about the Recollection and the very late Christmas break, but these events were too tiring to reflect on. So I rested for a while so I may have the enthusiasm to attempt to type about them. Here goes...
Although I am making steps to apostatise Catholicism, or Christianity in general, I admit that I have this hesitation that seems to pull me back. I even felt weird that during this plan of excommunicating myself from the Church, recollection came in. It was about trust in God as a friend and His trust in people as stewards of creation. But what caught my attention personally was our obligation as humans to respect other humans no matter how sickening they are. "Man is created in the image and likeness of God" as what the Bible says. Although I incline more to Darwin's evolution theory, I still have doubts.
I doubt everything now. Back then, it was only the existence of a "Divine Providence." But after an introduction to Philosophy, especially in Metaphysics, I learned to doubt Science. Now what do I absolutely trust? Nothing, I guess. Just myself. As Descartes phrased, "Cogito ergo sum," I think, therefore I am. No one can doubt the doubter.
I do really ramble. See where it led me? Now back to the recollection thing about respect for others. I find it hard to be a Catholic human. In the standards of this religion, authentic humanity is achieved if one recognizes that: he is created in the image and likeness of God; he is a steward of God's gifts and therefore should NOT OWN earthly things; and he is a fellow human being, which means that others like him exist and therefore he should learn to coexist.
Only three requisites. But very difficult requisites. A friend, who was sitting beside me during the sessions, said, "It's a challenge to be human." That is, if you are Catholic.
Another coincidence is our RS group report on the Sacrament of Baptism. Among many other stuff, I discovered that when a person is baptized with water in the names of the Holy Trinity, an indelible character is made on the soul of the baptized. Indelible. Permanent. Perhaps this "indelible character" is causing this hesitation. Then I had this uncanny feeling of being called to be a priest. Then I laughed hysterically. Only in my mind however. I was obviously exaggerating... and confusing myself.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Ateneo Fiesta ends...
It was a draaaag. At least for me. I guess others always find a way to enjoy this week-long holiday but for me? Lazy days again. Aside from occasionally going to school to write an article about an insignificant event and win second place in quiz bowl, I stayed home and slept and ate and watched TV and slept and ate and watched TV and played some game and ate and slept and watched TV... It's the usual cycle of activities of my sedentary, desolate life.
Well, actually this aren't the only things that compose and define my daily living. I have other "stuff" but I never mention them to anyone else. So I definitely won't type about them here. Who doesn't have secrets? I'm a good lier. But I don't lie to hurt someone else or myself especially. I don't lie to impress or appease others, like some people I know. I lie usually to excuse myself. I lie to mask a refusal to an invitation or, in this case, to keep secrets, both mine and of my friends. I felt bad about this lying. But again, who doesn't lie? Especially when it come with his secrets?
Well, actually this aren't the only things that compose and define my daily living. I have other "stuff" but I never mention them to anyone else. So I definitely won't type about them here. Who doesn't have secrets? I'm a good lier. But I don't lie to hurt someone else or myself especially. I don't lie to impress or appease others, like some people I know. I lie usually to excuse myself. I lie to mask a refusal to an invitation or, in this case, to keep secrets, both mine and of my friends. I felt bad about this lying. But again, who doesn't lie? Especially when it come with his secrets?
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Ateneo Fiesta begins!
Even though I was sick, with my throat plagued with phlegm that made me barely breath, I was still forced to go with the parade because my CS312 teacher bribed us with 10 additional points to quizzes if we do so. *cough cough* So I am still sick. It was raining before the parade. So the cold moisture of the air just worsened this cough. I don't want to write or even think about this. It makes me feel sicker.
During the parade, we passed this spooky street with birds flying above and sitting on electrical wires. It feels weird because it's like they were watching us. But it didn't worry me the most. I was pulling my jacket up to cover my head because these birds were dropping shit bombs on the unsuspecting people below. A girl beside me was hit on her bare arm. It was a good thing I was wearing my Dad's long-sleeved jacket. My friends behind me told that I was hit on my back. Later, they overheard someone that being hit by this undeniably stinky bird-waste is swerte [lucky]. Hmmm... If I am not mistaken, I went home that night hardly breathing and reached home with a bad mood that I had to drop down on the bed and moan in pain as I exhale, wishing that the sticky goo in my throat would be coughed out altogether. Superstitions!
*cough cough* I just drank my coffee and it made me spit another ball of phlegm. Hot drinks are better expextorants than the Tuseran capsules that I was just taking yesterday. I think I'm feeling better...
During the parade, we passed this spooky street with birds flying above and sitting on electrical wires. It feels weird because it's like they were watching us. But it didn't worry me the most. I was pulling my jacket up to cover my head because these birds were dropping shit bombs on the unsuspecting people below. A girl beside me was hit on her bare arm. It was a good thing I was wearing my Dad's long-sleeved jacket. My friends behind me told that I was hit on my back. Later, they overheard someone that being hit by this undeniably stinky bird-waste is swerte [lucky]. Hmmm... If I am not mistaken, I went home that night hardly breathing and reached home with a bad mood that I had to drop down on the bed and moan in pain as I exhale, wishing that the sticky goo in my throat would be coughed out altogether. Superstitions!
*cough cough* I just drank my coffee and it made me spit another ball of phlegm. Hot drinks are better expextorants than the Tuseran capsules that I was just taking yesterday. I think I'm feeling better...
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Another blah blah
My throat feels funny again. I guess I should minimize cold drinks. I can barely speak comfortably. The cold air of my usual, no-choice hang-out places, which are the library and computer labs, worsens this throat as it passes through my nose to the lungs. I keep on having this awkward coughs which make me look like someone who wants attention from anyone near me. Enough of this...
Just yesterday, my father's Nokia 6170 was snatched. On that fateful day when my father went back home just after about an hour he left for work, he had this facial expression that seems to say, "I can't believe my precious, sleek MMS-capable cellphone was snatched out of my belt!" I warned him that those kinds of cellphones are like sparkling jewelry to the eyes of street thieves. Now he is back to his humble Nokia 3315 (just like mine), which he took back from my little brother, who owned it for a very short period of time when my Dad still had that shiny cellphone. That devilish but really lucky snatcher might have sold it to an unregistered refurbished cellphone shop. Poor Dad and Jerome.
Moral of today's post: Do not drink cold water frequently. If you feel an impending tonsilitis, do not breath in the air of an air-contidioned room. Should you stay in such place, cover your nose to keep incoming air warm. Your health should be prioritized over some lost cellphone that isn't even yours! *cough cough*
Just yesterday, my father's Nokia 6170 was snatched. On that fateful day when my father went back home just after about an hour he left for work, he had this facial expression that seems to say, "I can't believe my precious, sleek MMS-capable cellphone was snatched out of my belt!" I warned him that those kinds of cellphones are like sparkling jewelry to the eyes of street thieves. Now he is back to his humble Nokia 3315 (just like mine), which he took back from my little brother, who owned it for a very short period of time when my Dad still had that shiny cellphone. That devilish but really lucky snatcher might have sold it to an unregistered refurbished cellphone shop. Poor Dad and Jerome.
Moral of today's post: Do not drink cold water frequently. If you feel an impending tonsilitis, do not breath in the air of an air-contidioned room. Should you stay in such place, cover your nose to keep incoming air warm. Your health should be prioritized over some lost cellphone that isn't even yours! *cough cough*
Sunday, November 20, 2005
The usual blah blah...
I just watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last Thursday. It was great! Although I didn't really like the dark plot of the novel it was based on, the movie was an excellent interpretation of the book. I think the special effects have actually gotten better compared to the previous three. I was disappointed however that it was tremendously compressed. It didn't show the whole Quidditch World Cup game, the veelas, Fleur Delacour being a half-veela, etc. Every Harry Potter movie was actually compressed. It has to be for filming reasons. So personally, it's better to read the books.
What else? Oh I've created another blog for my poems. I just had the debut publication of a recent work. However, it's not one of the earliest poems I've made, which I would be posting soon.
The classes have formally started. And just at the first week, the teachers have attacked us with homeworks and quizzes! Just last Thursday, I and other two were assigned to report on Rizal's childhood days next meeting in History 104.
I guess that the faculty were asked to speed up the lectures because the second semester of this school seems to be always short. There are the Christmas break, Ateneo Fiesta, and... actually these are the only two significant holidays this sem.
Speaking of Ateneo Fiesta, I am obliged to join the Quiz Bowl. I was forced to join the elimination a few months ago. And look at the unexpecting me now? Nervous for the coming week, which is Ateneo Fiesta. I was also being forced to join the debate. Just last Wednesday, I and another one who shared the same bane approached the CSIT debate moderator to actually explain that we can't join. But there she was pleading that we are their only hope. That had us convinced. Then after a couple of days, we just realized that matterloading preparations conflict with our seemingly harmless academic requirements. Both of us decided to really quit.
Oh God, I feel lethargic this weekend. I have a lot of school work to finish but I haven't started any. *yawn* I wanna read Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince!
What else? Oh I've created another blog for my poems. I just had the debut publication of a recent work. However, it's not one of the earliest poems I've made, which I would be posting soon.
The classes have formally started. And just at the first week, the teachers have attacked us with homeworks and quizzes! Just last Thursday, I and other two were assigned to report on Rizal's childhood days next meeting in History 104.
I guess that the faculty were asked to speed up the lectures because the second semester of this school seems to be always short. There are the Christmas break, Ateneo Fiesta, and... actually these are the only two significant holidays this sem.
Speaking of Ateneo Fiesta, I am obliged to join the Quiz Bowl. I was forced to join the elimination a few months ago. And look at the unexpecting me now? Nervous for the coming week, which is Ateneo Fiesta. I was also being forced to join the debate. Just last Wednesday, I and another one who shared the same bane approached the CSIT debate moderator to actually explain that we can't join. But there she was pleading that we are their only hope. That had us convinced. Then after a couple of days, we just realized that matterloading preparations conflict with our seemingly harmless academic requirements. Both of us decided to really quit.
Oh God, I feel lethargic this weekend. I have a lot of school work to finish but I haven't started any. *yawn* I wanna read Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince!
Monday, November 14, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
School again... :-(
The classes have started yesterday... but not exactly. I had three subjects on the first day of school and none of the teachers showed up! Shame on me. I have been studying in the same university for four semesters now but I'm still naive with the first days of classes. I should have learned that such days are like the waking hours of people who are magnetized to their beds every morning. Today's the second day and it's late afternoon. I haven't gone to school and I won't. The last period started just about an hour ago. Besides, the teachers are still sleeping and they will return to their beds if they would be forced to rouse.
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