Rather, the city of crime.

Say hello to hell. Or maybe not.

So first, let's talk about guns, 'cakes', and guns and cocaine. Ever familiar with the things mentioned before? The film, the city of God in the film City of God, presents more of these things, along with hoodlum, robbery, deceit, corruption, and murder. Pair it with a dose of racist remarks (if you're a racist) and a hint of comedy and drama, this film will surely loose your screws.

Every scene fires up one's desire either to stop the on-going war, or to just kill someone freely. It opens the eyes of the viewers as to what are the effects of these contemptuous acts, especially for the young people. And on the later part of the movie, the viewers will see the changes that can be brought about if one's ideals are paired with revenge or any extreme emotional disturbance.

This film will surely stir your insides.

How was the concept of death incorporated in this film? Simple. The killing spree. This simple notion of death was further intensified by the director or the film editors, by dimming the film, by the use of deadly weapons, which obviously signify death, and the different roads, where the killings usually took place. Also, notice that the director of photography, if you meticulously looked at the movie completely, you'd notice that when the chicken was lacerated using that sharpened saw, it was completely focused to give the audience an idea that the film was somewhat that morbid.

Summing all up the symbols presented in this film, we can clearly say that all leads to death.

Love: The Venom and the Vortex

If you want to commit suicide because you think that your work or academic life is too exhausting, well, if you haven't been in love, you better think again.

Love creates a maelstrom inside us; a conflict between emotions that eventually stirs us and makes us different from what we used to be. It separates and takes us from our own world into another dimension that either electrocutes us when we get there or makes us feel ecstatic like we have been drugged or what. It has its own symptoms: restlessness, pimples, loss of appetite, and even dilation of pupil. It flows first through our bloodstream, like venom, instantaneously circulating and following the blood's pathway. Soon, it will reach the different organs, for example, brain, dominating each organ, and altering its corresponding functions in accordance to its own plans. There will come a time that we suffer from love, we suffer because of love. This is because humans are weak, vulnerable, and fragile when it comes to love. Love easily dominates our own system, our own body, for we wittingly (or unwittingly) allow it, and until a time that we totally lose our consciousness. Love is domineering, like us, but only stronger.

And there you are, being in the state of coma, except you can still walk, talk, eat; in short, physiological processes happen except that you are mindless, brainless, and you don't have control over things. Everything that you earned before you're struck with love are gone wasted. You throw everything away for the sake of one thing, of one person, even if several of these things are important to you.

But what makes all of these things exhausting? What makes love exhaustive in nature? It is the heart, of course. For once you've been petrified by love, as it takes over the system, its minion, the heart, also takes over. And every beat that it does, the hematic disease is being spread. And because of the feeble heart, love dominates. When it dominates, we do certain things that we almost exhaust every thing that we have. When we are almost exhausted, mutually or not, love is left and so is the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion.

As we gain our consciousness, we see ourselves six feet below the ground, tears falling, with nothing but love that now turns to false hope. We are back in our own world, nauseous because of the head-spinning journey (and feeling), as if the some of our nanoparticles are left behind. We then ask ourselves, what the hell happened? We pretend; we act as if we hadn't been bitten by a venomous snake; we defecate until our everything becomes one, and the whole world becomes whole. We breathe in deeply, and out; the journey was fun. We get a syringe, with a specific serum in it and a label that says "anti-venom", then injecting into our infected vein. We breathe in again, and out; I won't go back in there again.

So to speak: love is powerful you know. Never underestimate that.

Next time you think that life is too exhausting for you, think about love. But even if love is exhausting, per se, still, we'd want that feeling, and that's why we still persevere in achieving things. So that when we once again be whirled by love, be intoxicated because of love, we can, however, pay the things that we feel.

First Repost - Wanted: A New Activism by Nicolo Del Castillo

This article is not only applicable to the affected ones (mainly UPD), but also to other schools/establishments that suffer from "unexpected" expenses due to the mischief of graffiti.

If activism is to be acquainted with graffiti, i.e. spray-painted protests on the walls, I daresay that it is still quite an effective method. However, it depends on what is the writing all about. Quoting Ivy, "what's up with all the vandalism around and outside campus. i don't get the point of having the need to vandalize walls just to get your points across. seriously, it's passe already.", that indeed it is passe, from bored people who write useless phrases on the walls or tables, to historic people using blood as their ink, vandalism has been passed through generations, mixed with ideals and trash. (My history is a bit rusty.oops). Now, what sets the disparity between a mark from a vandal, and a mark from a passion-induced writings is mainly the author's objective. A piece of paper with mere words and sentences on it is different from a paper filled with concrete statements and ideas.

But like any paper or whatnot, certain circumstances must be considered. Not all people consider certain outstanding thoughts different to thoughts of a vandal; thus, even if the activist writes something of pure and concrete idea, if others sense it as invalid, then they consider it as a vandal. Even the price is not fair for the other party, since the writings lead to defacing/destruction of walls or objects. Well, other things are described/explained below by N.del castillo (though I like some of his points because of its trueness):
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WANTED: A New Activism
by Nicolo del Castillo

"This is in reaction to the recent vandalism of UP buildings during the UPCAT weekend.

Spray painting slogans and messages is an old, worn-down way of catching attention. What these people do not realize is that in doing so, they contribute to more resources being siphoned away from delivering education. The paint used to cover their marks, the gasoline used to buy the paint, and chase the culprits (they weren't caught but we have their plate number), all redound to money spent away from direct education.

Shouting and spray painting may still be effective, but much more so quietly distributing leaflets with arguments against the TOFI to parents waiting for their children finish the UPCAT. Engaging people in confident discussion (not memorized lines) about what increased tuition fee does for the country's future will win more hearts and minds than violently flailing words on walls.

You call spray painting brave? I beg to disagree. They run and hide after proclaiming their stand. They would rather besmirch their perceived enemies' buildings with paint than show their enemies' arguments for what they really are.

Truly brave men and women walk slowly, speaking their truth softly and clearly with the aim to convince others rather than scare them; aiming to build a constituency, rather than divide and label people as "for" & "against", "pasista" & "aktibista". The brave are not afraid to stand alone and face the current. They are steadfast in pointing to the light or an alternative way, and have faith that people will soon see their truth.

We need new activists who understand what activism is. It is to be actively, consistently, and bravely forming a stance that would shed new light to old paths and show society a new way of doing things. It is doing the small stuff that ultimately become a mountain of work. It is giving of oneself to a quest, be it a lonely one. It is braving the rain to hold a candle to the dark. "
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I'd like to further discuss my points. But I'm sleepy, and I choose my bed rather than this machine I am operating.

WARNING: Cross-posted to blogger and multiply.

It's still raining outside.

As I am writing these words, it is raining.

People may have thought of these words already. Some may have already written these down and published it. Or, some may have also, like me, thought/written some articles, poems, scripts, or entries that were inspired merely because of rain. As if every thing in this world has it's own mind and life, and follows a certain path or trend that even us, humans, are unconscious of it.

I may ask, I've seen/read films,books, songs, entries that are inspired to antecedent subjects or topics; what clarifies the disparity then? What is novelty? If we trace back history, several unnoticed works, undelivered speeches, and whatnot might be similar to the present day works, which we think as completely original and splendid. Innocence because of ignorance of the works of the others may be considered as reason, but how can we dare say that the thing/work is original, if we neglect history?

I'm questioning out of curiosity.
And the rain suddenly stops, well, not my curiosity.

Tell me the difference.

I took Philosophical Analysis last semester and still, it haunts me.

Every one imposes question/s to everyone. Filled with doubt, by mere curiosity, exasperation, or with nonsensicality, people always try to ask something. In reality, humans LIKE to ask. They like to know whether the truth is true or not - if pOH = -log [OH^-], 1 + 1 = 2, or whether she's a she or not. Our natural inquisitiveness leads us to a path that we ourselves are uncertain. And if we were to receive answers, still we would resist embracing these and again, hurriedly answering back some questions. Either way, I see doubt.

Boom. 525, 600 minutes. 525, 600 questions to go.

Why do we need to watch that film? What is this? How is that possible? When will He come? Who and where is He? My life has always been marked by this Who-what-where-when-why-how type of question. I can't even imagine myself existing without these questions; or rather, I can't imagine myself writing this without the 5-W's and 1-H. [Talk about News writing.] And these questions even veil themselves, as if they were precious diamonds hiding from muggers. I see them everywhere: movies, pictures, objects, and much more in writing works. Despite some lacking the punctuation mark,?, that is placed at the end of the statement to indicate question, I see them by merely deciphering the article.

Verb: decipher di'sIfu(r) - read with difficulty (WordWeb, 2005)

Question is part of the structural context. Everything is RELATED to questions, and questions always have an effect. For example, in our Arts and Humanities - 7 class, we watched the movie Persepolis that is about the coming-of-age of Marjane Satrapi, the main character of the film. From a vantage point, while making the film, (assuming) the film crew might have asked themselves how they would present the film to the viewers, in a way that they (viewers) would understand each level/stage of the story. They might have used these questions as guide for viewers, i.e. made the question implicitly invisible, but for the viewers to decipher. As viewer, while watching, I tried to ask myself what was the story all about, and how was the story presented. Basically, the questions (inquisitiveness) teach us unconsciously, as we try to explore and search for answers. As we try to search for the meaning, or answers, we actually learn.

Another example is this web log. Before I started writing, I asked myself on what topic will I be writing. That started my journey. It was then followed by series of questions, which then led me here.

I remembered the method of Socrates in teaching his students like Plato: Socratic dialogue method. Follow this link: http://www.sfcp.org.uk/socratic_dialogue.htm

So tell me now, am I talking more about Philosophical Analysis, taking into account that my primary idea/ purpose while writing this is/is for my web log in Arts and Humanities 7? Tell me the difference. And I see now why it really led me here.

Consider this: In Buddhism, and in nature, EVERYTHING IS INTERRELATED.

Quote

"The only thing necessary for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing."
- Edmund Burke

Silver Nitrate my Ass.

10 reasons why I should imbibe several liters of 1 M Silver Nitrate (AgNO3: MW=169.87 g/mol) solution:

1. I am addicted to photography and Silver Nitrate or Ag salts are one of the light sensitive materials in paper photography.
2. Today is Saturday and today is my make-your-assignments-slash-no-social-life-for-you-today day.
3. Speaking of assignments, my lifetime partner, Friche Jay Rabaya, is still dormant (Where the hell is Friche?) and I can't finish my assignments in CHEM 32, PHYS 3.
4. I am so hungry, I could die.
5. My mind ceases to work.
6. This is what you get with Silver Nitrate spill:
7. I haven't received my semestral stipend; that makes me in straitened circumstances.
8. Sir * is so social, and I'm DISTURBED.
9. Since I am being bored by tediousness, I rather drink the said solution.
10. McDonald's Delivery Service isn't available here (also this: http://www.8mcdo.com/app/index/); I rather face the consequences.

General Mood:

Divine Intervention.

Kung ginagabi ako ng uwi last week dahil sa exams sa Math at Physics...
Ngayong week na'to, 7am pa lang, exam na!

Dahil diyan, I need some:
Yahoo!

Commemorating Kevin Carter's Death.

"The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist."
-Kevin Carter

14 months after capturing an image of a dying, suffering child, and a vulture waiting for its prey, received his Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography. 14 years after, and I am commemorating his death.

Few years back then, I received an e-mail with "strong picture" as subject. The e-mail had already been forwarded to many people, indicated by the many writings (e-mail addresses) attached to it. I was amazed, not only on the moral aspect that the bittersweet picture depicted, but also its candidness. The angle was perfect, as well as the time, the lights, and so on.

The e-mail.

Kevin Carter's famed photo."Seeking relief from the sight of masses of people starving to death, he wandered into the open bush. He heard a soft, high-pitched whimpering and saw a tiny girl trying to make her way to the feeding center. As he crouched to photograph her, a vulture landed in view. Careful not to disturb the bird, he positioned himself for the best possible image. He would later say he waited about 20 minutes, hoping the vulture would spread its wings. It did not, and after he took his photographs, he chased the bird away and watched as the little girl resumed her struggle. Afterward he sat under a tree, lit a cigarette, talked to God and cried. "He was depressed afterward," Silva recalls. "He kept saying he wanted to hug his daughter. (Scott MacLeod)"

Why, did he choose to leave this world? Didn't he like the fame, or did he think of it as something else (infamy)? The fame, the glory, etc. I am bedazzled.

But let me repeat the quote above: "The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist.".

Misery begets misery. Pain begets pain.

With millions (billions) of people moved by his remarkable photo and that were/are being reminded of our duty to be one or concerned with/towards humanity, Kevin Carter also showed to humankind the true essence and meaning of Life.

"This was found in his diary ,

Dear God, I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I pray that this boy was protected. Lord, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests.

I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted."

See also this link (a film by Dan Krauss): The Death of Kevin Carter: Casualty of the Bang-bang Club

Today, Kevin Carter is an inspiration amongst people from all walks of life, not only for photographers. The telltale characteristic of humans made Kevin Carter a noble man, not only because of the felo-de-se event, but also for his photo that moved everyone of us.

Five,Singko.

Noon.
Anak: Mommy, look, may five stars ako galing kay Teacher!
Mommy: Wow anak, nagmana ka talaga kay Mommy! Dahil diyan, ibibili kita ng bagong dress.
Anak: Yehey!

Ngayon.
Anak: Mommy, tingnan mo binagyan ako ni Prof. ng singko. Ibibili mo na ba ako ng bagong damit?
Mommy: Langya. Bobo ka! Ang mahal mahal na nga tuition niyo...@)@*%(%@()!_!
Anak: ...

Kung ikaw kaya ang i-standardize ko, 'di ka kaya mahilo? [Juvenile delinquency].

Naiinis na ako dahil marami na akong subjects na sobrang demanding. Parami ng parami na sila.

Halimbawa na lamang ay ang PHYS 3 - Lab.

Kahapon (Biyernes), sinabihan niya kami na kami'y mag-lolong exam na, at gusto pa niya na sa Tuesday (akala niya na may PHYS 3 - Lab siya tuwing Tuesday) na ang exam. Alam ko namang dapat ay nakapag-aral na kami or dapat handa kami anytime sa mga pagsubok sa buhay (ganun?), pero sana naman, gawing organized ang mga plano sa buhay. Hindi ko nga alam kung may natutunan ba ako: pinapabayaan niya lang kami pag kami'y gumagawa ng exercises. Ano ba ang gusto mo? Maging 5-unit subject ang PHY3 at maging Physics major kami?

Mol. Bio lab. Sorry, pero 'di ko lang talaga maintindihan kung bakit 'di pwedeng gumamit ng analytical balance , at gusto pa na sa DFSC kami gumamit. MCB 180 - Intro to Food Microbiology, ang klase namin nun at kinailangan namin ng analytical balance. Sabi pa mismo ng teacher namin na ang analytical balance niyo ang gamitin namin, considering na ang MCB 180 ay under sa BSES Department (kung saan ang lab niyo ay kabilang din). Wala ba kaming karapatan sa gamit namin?


Chancy.
Kung makakapunta ako sa monologue mo, ito ang mga itatanong ko sayo:

• Bakit kelangan ang "dissolution" ng subjects? Ultimo freshies, irregular na dahil sayo.
  
• Balak mo din bang i-dissolve ang course na anthro? Langya.
  
• Ba't ba kelangang i-cancel ang lahat ng events na kabilang ang freshies? Natatakot ka ba sa mga magulang nila? E kung isumbong kaya kita sa mga magulang ko dahil sa cancellation ng freshmen night, matatakot ka rin ba
• Natry mo na bang maglakad papuntang CSM?

Photo courtesy of: lovekoupmin.blogspot.com



Hay naku. Makukulong na ako nito.

Analysis of Carbonate Mixtures by Double Indicator Titration.

I am still completely conscious after sipping (drinking? the hell) coffee a few hours ago. I made few millilitres of coffee, since I didn't want it to be adulterated. I like coffee that is, to a small degree, concentrated. Caffeine then stirs me to life.

Right Image: Green cup of coffee that the photographer drank outside the Tate Modern (Photo courtesy of: flickr.com/photos/hypowren/2203324618/; I edited the pic *sorry)

Today’s Sunday. I’ve got few days/hours left to make some assignments or lab reports, read some articles, solve the given problem sets, etc. And I still have many things to do, some obligations, and so on. Though I already assumed these things to happen, still, I feel like time never ceases to run. Feeling belittled, I always run after him.

But today’s the day. And tonight’s the night.

Just like coffee, I like things to be a little bit concentrated, i.e., common things be gathered as one, until these gathered things become One. I normally stir my life so as not to create ‘concentration sites’ in my life. The constant stirring, slow addition of sugar or variable x, making blog – these things help create uniformity in my life.

The addition of hot substance that soothes my throat and penetrates my soul till eternity, sometimes minimizes peptization of my life par

ticles. The theory of Von Weiman’s got to be true.

Sunday. Sabbath day for most Christians. I want to go to mass .

Left Image: Redemptorist Church, Bajada, Davao City, Phil. (Photo courtesy of: louisjordan)

So this ends again.

The ill effects of caffeine are now gone. I'm better off sleeping.

P.S. Do you know a site or source of info for my introduction/discussion of the above-mentioned (title)? Help me milord/milady.

University of the Philppines Mindanao wins European Union Whiz - Mind Encounter Contest

UPMIN Wins First Place in E.U. Whiz - Mind Encounter Contest!

Written by Rene Estremera

Friday, 11 July 2008

UP Mindanao won first place in the European Union (E.U.) Whiz - Mind Encounter Contest held on July 10, 2008 at SM City Davao.
UPMIN won over a field of ten schools composed of Ateneo de Davao University, Brokenshire College, Davao Doctors College, Holy Cross of Davao College, John Paul II College of Davao, Jose Maria College, Rizal Memorial Colleges, San Pedro College, University of Mindanao, and UP Mindanao.
The winning UPMIN team was composed of Kelly Marie T. Conlon (3rd yr, BA English), Marlon John V. Danlay (3rd yr, BA Comm Arts), Aaron James P. Jalalon (3rd yr, BS English) and Jessie Ramon P. Boga (3rd yr, BA Comm Arts) with Inst. John B. Bengan as coach and Prof. Antonino S. De Veyra as School Representative.
Congratulations to the team and the College of Humanities and Social Sciences under Dean Ma. Araceli D. Lee!

Vantage point.

MUKHA BA AKONG ENGINEER, INTELLECTUAL, NATURALIST AND LOGICAL PERSON?

They say you can’t buy love. Now I know you can rent it.

What I am about to write isn’t actually related to the title I wrote; I will actually write random thoughts, per se.

I am confused, angry, and disoriented with the things around me. On a separate page, I’m writing a paper (a group paper actually) about the things that had happened during our experiment in Physics (Results and discussion, introduction, abstract, and so on). I volunteered to consolidate our works, since our teacher assigned each member of the group to do a/some chapter /s of the paper (e.g. Person A will do the Abstract and Conclusion), for the students taking Phys 3 to be prepared in making scientific papers, and whatnots. We’re 5 in our group; each assigned a task of a lifetime. I, being Person A, tried to be a superhero and then offered my sincerest time to just unify our works (and edit a few).

And so now, I’m stuck, dizzy, and nauseous. I am just sleepy. Sleepy.

I took a shower a while ago, thinking that my drowsiness would be gone and I’d be mesmerized then. While taking a shower, I thought of few things such as Physics paper, Math assignment, my sister’s resignation as a barbarian, money left, my pathetic attempt to happiness, and shit. I felt the cold water; my skin’s adsorbing it. My brain’s trying to fight the chill by merely thinking, thinking profoundly, as if my brain’s sending impulses to the other body parts to start increasing body temperature until such time that my body’s comfortable. The bell rang and I needed to go.

I went out, still trying to think, thinking that the chill might still be present somewhere. I then realized that my heart’s throbbing.

I know not the reason. Maybe the event that happened a while ago agitated the hormones inside me. I remember the happening, vividly and sharp. I can’t go on to details. The main point is: I was blinded by the light. The allegory of the road explains the different ideas relating to life. Think of it fondly.

Thus, I end this poem with a bow.

Talk about random thoughts.

Making Meanings.

O western wind, when wilt thou blow

The small rain down can rain!

Christ, if love were in my arms

And I in my bed agian!

-Anonymous, 5th Century poet

Fragmentary five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.

The clock says 5:20 am. And Davao is still catching some Z's.

I woke up early, about a few minutes ago, since I fell asleep last night while waiting for Mikko to finish his business and then I eventually forgot to turn off the laptop. I then thought of fire, or worst, getting an expensive bill for our electricity.

Since my Quantitative Inorganic Analysis class starts at 7am, I've been trying to kill time by just updating a few pages in the internet. Friendster, multiply, etc. - the common internet sites that I usually go just to establish some ties to my not-so-distant friends. I finally know how to spell boredom.

But I remember that I have a program called Limewire, "The Fastest File Sharing Program on the Planet" plus computer viruses too! Haha. So my goal: search/ download the song Seasons of Love, the most celebrated song from the Broadway musical Rent, written and composed by Jonathan Larson.

Seasons of Love is a great song, wonderful melody and lyrics. Listen!

Think I'll be late for my first class, go to go!

Sa mga bumati at 'di bumati. [Kaarawan]

Ito ang listahan ng mga taong bumati, kasama na ang kanilang mensahe:

JUNE 17, 2008.
The day before.

Ate Ivyhoneylou: happy bday! =)

Janice Javerle (8:27am): dan!!! birthdaynimo ugma!!!
excited naku kay sakto sa centennial celebration imong bday!!!
ai nalagot ko dli ako ang fist nag great sa imo, naunahan pa jud ko!!!
cgeh lng ...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Dan!!!

Katrina Cabahug (11:04am): hey. hapi burstday! hahaha.
u r d dancing queen
young and sweet
only seventeen.:):):)

Kate Ong (12:44pm): waa.
jordan.
mg greeet na lng co daan sa imo.
happy birthday!!!!
dpt naa'y feelings imng pgbsa.
wahaha.
panlibre pg mgkta ta.
kaon dghn ky payat lng japon ka.
wahaha.
amping.

Friche Rabaya (1:06pm):bday nimo ugma..
so happy birthday!. :)

Janie Vieve Fonatanilla (2:04pm):oOie
manlibre jud kag
ngyopAo?!wEe

haha

Heberdei dAn!!!

Rianne (6:26pm): weeee, ey jordan, 'PY BERTDei!!!!
another year of fun! enjoy your special day...!!
happy sleeping..

Charmayne Zilmar (9:09pm): Elow jordan! Advans diay hapi bday! Bc wla n q load ugma. Hehe. H0pe u 2 hav a day ugma w/ many beautfl m0ments. M0r bdays 2 cum! Be a beter man... smyl olways!

JUNE 18, 2008.
The not-so big day. 17 and not 18.

Judymae Salubre (3:11am): Jordan.hapi bday.-judymae.

Rita Pombo (4:34am): Hapi Birthday, nak! May u continue to be a good son, a brother to ur sister, a grandson to ur lola n lolo, and a good citizen of d country! May all ur dreams come true! And may u be in good health always! We love u nak!

Arianne Pombo (5:42 am): Dan, aryan ni. Iagi ang laptop dri be. Plz dan? Plz? Ui, hapi bday!

Stephanie Suarez (5:51 am): Hapi bday jordan hehehe God bless you!

Rianne (6:06 am): Oh, it's the...


*boom!*
*splash2x*
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
jordan!..my friend (acr0s d m0untains& seas), my listener, my txtreader! (my qu0te f0rwarder!hehe!)

Jollie Cruzado (6:19 am):pi birtdei dan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Katrina Cabahug (6:24 am): Hey.c: hapi burstday! grit npd q. nkitxt ra q saqng sis.haha. gow. God bles. -katrina. c;

Isiah Catarman (7:08 am): Hapi bday dan!

Rae Anne Ducut (7:12 am): Dear frnd, happy birthday!!! U'r 17, smart, cynical and l0vely. Haha. U'r a yr 0lder and u'v REALLY gr0wn up. Hapi hapi! I love you! God bless!

Ate Rus (7:59 am): Hapy bday mg.hod!!!!

Dahren (8:35 am):

_uy d0d!hapi hapi bday!

Mia Vergara (9:58 am): HaPpY BiRtHdAy dAn!! Hope you'll rceive d greatest gift from God. Enjoy! Hapi bday :p

Choco (11:06am): hapu bday yah! hehe.. h0pe 2 c u s0on.. be an inspirati0n 2 others always.. GBU! mwah,mwah.,

Judymae Salubre (11:51 am): hapi hell na jud diay.ang libre.

Charrie Parilla (12:13 pm): malipayong adlaw sa imung pagkatawo..
unta malpayon ka karon.. ug labaw na ko kay manlibre
man ka diba?diba?diba? hahaa..

Elybelle Sison (12:42 pm):peee bet die!

hahaha...legal na ka,noh?

Ronnic Bacaron (1:15 pm): happy birthday friend!.. naunsa mana imong nawong. haha.. naka drugs ka ana? ayaw pud palabi ky ma overdose ka ana. hehehe...
hoy bertos.. wlay party..? hehe..
gb.

Katrina Cabahug (1:17 pm): gior than foam boo.
hala ka woi. kapangit. haha.

murag 4th tym na nko ni ug greet sa imo.
habertday npud. haha. babayuu!!!

Janice Javerle (2:16 pm): HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!hahaha

Aljohn (2:29 pm): hapi bertdei

Franco Baynosa (2:50 pm): (insert GIF) Happy Birthday!

Tiguwang na ta!!!

Gabrielle Sagaral (4:17 pm): louis jordan bertos pombo! Maligayang pgbati sa iyong kaarawan! Eck. Tagalog. PI BURTDEHH. Wers d partey?

Marcius Isip (4:36 pm):

happy bday dan..sunod diri uy. hulat kang rae ann. lingaw pud btaw ang food tech, ur choice. may u have more bdays to come, bright btaw ka dan, dugay pa imong life.:}/ingats, regards ko ila alvin.:}makamiss kay lingaw kaayo mu, seryoso kaayo dri.:}

Friche Rabaya (5:36 pm): JORDAN.KARON.

happy birthday!.

dapat gud kay lechon baboy ang gidala sa imong mama..
para dili ko magsisi na niuli na ko.

nibalik gud mig kanluran ni mikki.
kay nibalik man ang jip.
tos nagtransfer mi ug jip.
nagmintal dayon.

bow.

happy 17th!. :D

Crista Jane (5:37 pm): HAPPY BIRTHDAY......

Marianne (5:43 pm):

hey. hey. hey.....pibertdey te yey! =)

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hoi. happy happy birthday. tinext na kita ah. i tried to call you pero out of reach ka so bahala ka na. haha. anyway, i wish you all the best. ilang taon ka na ba? i'm sure gurang ka na. so sana magmature ka na rin. haha.

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alam ko marami nang nakabati sa'yo at walang difference kung hindi kita batiin today, but i did greet you, so i hope that that made a difference.

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this is my longest message for you dahil this is your special day. and of course, dahil you are special to me in some ways i don't know. anyway, i hope that you're happy and will be happy in the coming years of your life. i know one day we'll meet and i'm looking forward to that day. happy birthday again! 'yun lang. tata for now! mwah! =)

Marianne (5:51 pm): happy birthday manong! i sent you a longer greeting sa message. natanggap mo ba? ilang beses ko kasing sinend eh hindi naman mag-appear 'yung confirmation na nasend na siya. so anyway. heypibertdey te yey! tc always! god bless. sana lagi kang masaya.

Lenin Vargas (5:55 pm): .jordanee.. Wa jd tka nkita 2day. Hahaha. MgGrit qg happy birthday. Tiguwang! Hahaha.

Mikhail Young (8:12 pm): oi! hapi birthday! libre oi!

Frenzess (8:35 pm): (insert GIF)

Andrew (8:38 pm): (insert GIF)

Kathleen Tubera (10:01 pm): hapeee birthday jordan!
debut na nimo noh? hehe..

Noemi Odan (10:53 pm): apee apee birtdei dan! C:

wix u all d hapiness in lyf. C:

aq unta last nggreet uie. ma0 man gud na aqng plan. amb0t lng pud nganu. hahaha. bsta. hehe. kabertdei pud nimu c paul. tama! na'reciv nimu ang greetings ni gabz? basig unya2 pa 2. bsta kami last mggreet sa imu. amping. hapee b0rnday napud! C:

Aubrey Matuguinas (11:27 pm): happy birthday dan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bromart:Hi, happy birthday!!! May you have more wonderful years to come. God bless.

Katrine Petines: where the bloody hell are my pictures????
but since it's your birthday, i will try to suppress the impulse to murder you in front of Lola Tacing. hahaha
HAPPY BIRD DAY, JORDAN.
kaon!

Mitchell Toleco: jordan, happy birthday

JUNE 19, 2008.
Naku.

Carla Costillas (10:01 am): hui jordan.
belated hapi bornday.
hehe..
sori la ko kagrit gahapon kay wala koi load.
libre ha.
lamat dan!!!!!

Hershey Banagua (10:22 am): Dan, belated hapi bday...hehehe..

Gabee Deseo (10:49 am): haPi bUrtdi!!!!!!!!!

Bejay Simogan (12:06 pm):

happy birthday =)

Kier (1:53 pm): hi jordan!!!

super belated apee verthdei!!!

im wishing you of gud life and wealthy health!

have faith!mwahugs!

Antonette Agleham (2:26 pm): Jordan, pasenxa na. I was sick. Nwei, belated hapi bday. :D

Lenin Vargas (2:55 pm): hahaha!!! wlay buotay jordanee..
belated hapi bday!
bata pa man d.i ka ui.. :)

Chersyl Robles (4:40 pm): aw bilated hapi burtdei d i!! hihi
oie pahiram beh sa tc 7?
cge pls..gow mghatag ko og
gift sa imu...hihi

Michael Lacsamana (5:20 pm): (insert GIF)
for the record, happy birthday roomie! best wishes ;)

Mikeeee: ikaw pala ang soulmate ni diane!!!...habee berday sayo!..hihi

June 20, 2008.
Ibang level.

Ram Dolom (12:09am): happy birthday madam.

unta mag-asenso na ka sa imong kinabuhi...

Sa mga nagtataka kung ba't hindi nila nakita ang kanilang pangalan: EITHER personal ninyo akong ginreet OR, hindi kaayo naggreet. alam nyo na yun. salamat.

haha.

Salamatski sa lahat!



P.S. Soulmate. Lahig level imo kay naa kay own entry jud.haha.

Not a question of vanity. (The Beatles theme?)

Event:

So ano ang susuutin ko? Help.

Tonight I Can Write by Pablo Neruda.

Tonight I Can Write

by Pablo Neruda

translated by W.S. Merwin

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

______________________________________________________________________________

Sue me then.

Summery summertime.

April 06 – June 04, 2008.

Appendectomy and the confinement issues.

April 11-16.

San Pedro Hospital, Davao City

It was my first time off after working for four strenuous days (before) of my first summer job/ first job. My objectives for that day were to get SSS number for my work (I’m still 16 and I don’t why the company where I used to work ordered me to get SSS number), and to meet Rae Anne. After accomplishing these things, I managed to get home early, 8 p.m., since I already felt some unpleasant events happening inside my body. I waited for my mother that at that time, was still on her way home from Cagayan de Oro City. I told my other family members about the pain that I felt, but they were too busy watching the show Avatar: The Last Airbender. And so I ended sleeping while waiting for my dear mom and enduring the pain. She later arrived on 11 o’clock in the evening; I waited for her for many hours and considering the increasing pain that I felt during those moments. After series of arguments, I was then rushed to San Pedro Hospital, and later confined to death.

I underwent an operation called appendectomy, costing us Php **,***. It wasn’t a painful experience actually (Thank God I didn’t suffer; unlike the guy in the movie Awake experienced); I just slept for a few hours and woke up hungry. What I feared most before I was operated was to suffer malpractice (I’d rather discuss malpractice in my next entries). I thought of I’ll-be-dead-before-I-wake-up imaginations, and etc. But, my mother removed these fears I felt through her sincere love and care. (I thank my mother) for she was really there for me throughout my stay in the hospital (Well, that’s what mothers are.). My recovery was quite gradual, yet my mom’s efforts were really helping me all throughout the recovery period.

Summer Job.

April 07 – 10/April 29 – May 28.

Natasha – Davao Branch, Davao City

Only a few people know this.

I summer jobbed in Natasha (Vivendi Corporation) with a job title as Sales Staff (My job is too complicated and I’d like to just limit the description to sales staff). The daily rate was Php 224.00, but the salary’s given every 2^nd and 4^th Fridays of the month. For this job, I only received two ‘givs’ (I don’t know the spelling but they say it’s a colloquial term for salary or what). The net amount (less the withholding tax) that I usually receive is at least Php 3,500 (OTs will overdo the math).

What I’ve noticed about working is that, for my case, you’ll really find yourself bending, flexing and stuffs just to adjust or adapt to our working environment. When you work, you really need to work hard just to earn money. You need to be ‘madiskarte’, be a schizo, and give your best. What’s funny is that you always of money; money, money, money.

But sometimes, working hard isn’t really the key to earn. I’ve noticed that some of my workmates do little work but still they earn big amount of money. I am not belittling my workmates; it’s just I never imagined that that mentality is present even in work. I used to see that in school.

What’s more disheartening? Some people work hard to earn college degrees only to find out that even their work-bosses don’t have any college degree. Demoralizing. Those that should be having white-collared/pink-collared jobs earn blue-collared jobs and vice versa.

Samal Outing.

May 31 – June1.

Hagimit Falls: Kaliguan sa Lasang/Sunrise Beach Resort, Canibad, Aundanao, Island Garden City of Samal

The most anticipated event of my entire summertime. Let this be the next entry.

See the pictures and feel what we felt.

Rae Anne’s departure. Diane’s arrival and later, departure.

Summer 2008.

From Davao City to Quezon City (Common point)

My two greatest and closest friends left me. I expected this. I already knew before that Rae’d be following Diane. Well, I’m happy for Rae. I know that Rae’s dream is to graduate in UPD. She worked hard to get a good academic ranking in UPMin to assist her in her application to BAJourn. For my soulmate, Diane, I thank her for coming home this summer, though for a short time only. Ok. So much for the dramatic monologue; not a good place actually.

GPOA for the monkey business.

Summer 2008.

Davao City

Coming soon in theatres near you.

And solitary confinement again.

Plus the whatnots: the disappearances of some members of the DFSC, dislocation of Janice Javerle’s knee, the so-called public speaking competition, my cyber-lie-low, disappearances again of some of my BSFT classmates, and start of enrolment.

April 06 – June 04, 2008. The above-mentioned events happened during the 60 days of my existence.

I think I’ve had enough of these summer experiences.

Shoot. Methinks I just missed my laptop so much that’s why I’m making this stupid entry. Falalalalala.

Ang korny naman nitong TAG-hakot.

Share 10 things that your readers don’t know about you.
then at the end, you tag 10 other bloggers to keep the fun going.

RULES:

• each blogger must post these rules first.

• each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.

• bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.

• at the end of your blog, you need to choose 10 people to get tagged and list their names.

• don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Sa tag thing, slamat nga pala kina renz at sir jong. Napakakorni nitong tag thing so di na ako magtatag ng ibang tao para matapos na ang kahibangang ito. Haha.

So sa 10 things:

1. 5 things: Science, Photography, Environment, Arts/Literature, at Film.

2. Pangarap kong magshift/transfer/grmaduate: MBB sa UPD or Biochem sa UPM. Haha. Basta genetics.

3. Gusto kong matutong mag-piano or any musical instrument.

4. Tatlo ang nipples ko.

5. 11 Places na gusto kong puntahan: Germany, Spain, UAE, anywhere sa Africa, Amerika/UK, Brazil, France, China, Japan, Australia, at any Caribbean island.

6. June 18, 1991 ang birthday ko.

7. I like retro/ 70's/ 60's / 80's music, design, politics, etc. Basta. Haha. Kung colors: green, orange, brown.

8. I hate to love. I love to hate. I hate to hate. I love to love.

9. Crush ko noon (i think hanggang ngayon) si Lindsay Lohan. Haha.

10. Nagdadasal ako bago maligo / Dinadasalan ko ang tubig. Haha.

Ennui.

Time flies like an arrow.

I am sitting here in front of this portable machine, with ideas that are 'geysering'. I try to write these melodies I hear, but I always fail. The butterflies are too quick; I can't even catch one. Mental turmoil is also present; I can hear the 'mellifluent' sound of the streets.Why do I seemingly talk in riddles? Lala. It's funny for I've only written few words and I am telling that my ideas are overflowing. Prevaricator.

From geysering, my ideas now are fluctuating. I am disturbed by different environmental commotions. Someone is SMSing me. I am making some Multiply and FS replies to some people. I am too busy to profoundly think on matters of consequence. Or is it the other way around?

Since I have introduced the term 'matters of consequence', I tried to use the search engine of Yahoo! and then typed the term. Number 1 result:

The 15 Matters of Consequence

by Copthorne Macdonald

(http://mattersofconsequence.com/015matters.html)

In its fifteen chapters, the book discusses fifteen interlinked “matters of consequence” — fifteen aspects of the human situation that we need to know about if we want to understand our place in the scheme of things, live our lives fully, and create a sustainable and more equitable world society. The fifteen points of focus which the book explicates and integrates are:

Part I — Big–Picture Reality

Matter of Consequence 1 The Nature of Primal Reality

Science and the perennial philosophy agree: reality has an enduring medium-like aspect (energy/Spirit/Brahman) and a transient message-like aspect (information/form/maya).

Matter of Consequence 2 The Development of Complexity

Over the past 15 billion years, energy — guided by laws-of-nature rules — has created a vast array of informational structures ranging from uncomplicated atoms to extremely complex human beings and ecosystems.
Matter of Consequence 3 Human Mentality

This process also created minds in which awareness is impressed with mind-content information, and in which selective attention to that information helps the individual analyze situations and decide on courses of action.
Matter of Consequence 4 The Question of Cosmic Purpose

Our purposeful universe is engaged in creative and playful adventuring on the grandest scale, enriching and up-leveling what already exists when circumstances permit.

Part II — Humanity’s Contextual Reality

Matter of Consequence 5 Sociocultural Context

Although consumerism and getting rich continue to be widely held values, millions of people in Western societies are replacing material values with the values of community, sustainability, economic equity, self-actualization, and subjective well-being.
Matter of Consequence 6 Economic Context

Societies spawn economic subsystems to provision their members, but financial and corporate interests have transformed local economies into a global megasystem that often neglects provisioning, bypasses human needs, and controls societal decision-making.
Matter of Consequence 7 Biospheric Context

Damage to natural systems is now so extensive that serious threats to human civilization loom.

Part III — Personal Reality

Matter of Consequence 8 Self–Knowledge and Other Bad News

Given a brain/mind system designed to meet the needs of our hunter-gatherer forebears, it behooves us to understand its many deficiencies and learn how to overcome them.
Matter of Consequence 9 Freedom, Responsibility, and Ethical Sensibility

Much of the fog that surrounds ethical issues dissipates when we see that there is a primal ethic — called holonic relationship — built into the basic structure of physical reality.
Matter of Consequence 10 Developing Deep Understanding

Both personal fulfillment and global transformation are facilitated by the development of deep understanding — a variety of wisdom in which psychological/spiritual development is integrated with meaningful intellectual knowledge.
Matter of Consequence 11 Significant Doing

We want our lives to matter, and living them with awareness and wisdom-illuminated intention is the path to maximum significance and deepest personal satisfaction.

Part IV — The Future

Matter of Consequence 12 The Art of Predicting the Future

We are pretty good at predicting the future 15 seconds from now, but even with the best available tools it is impossible to predict the distant future.
Matter of Consequence 13 The Art of Creating the Future

If we deeply understand our present situation and envision a future that transcends its problems and limitations, we can then turn that vision into reality if we maintain the vision, adopt helpful principles and approaches, and harness available resources in creative ways.
Matter of Consequence 14 The Year 2050 Vision

In one such vision, life in 2050 is characterized by physical sustainability and economic equity, vibrant local and global communities, lifelong learning, psychological/spiritual development, and personal/cultural creativity.
Matter of Consequence 15 Doing What Needs To Be Done

Deep understanding is the ideal preparation for a range of personal actions that include creating transformational community, informing and educating others, transforming politics, and engaging in social invention.

Time really flies like an arrow.

I have to meet someone now, so goodbye for now.