With a cold weather like this (Yes, when it’s raining, it can become “Tropically Cold”), it’s nice to sip to something hot, like coffee or soup. So enjoy some, and relax with the 3-day weekend.

So far, house is still under a state of disarray. Not much has changed since, like forever. (Hope I could rectify that ASAP, or i’ll just call this space as a graveyard.) Delayed for another semester, but at least it relieves me from too much undesired stress caused by my slowly-deteriorating interest with my Bachelor’s Degree’s course outline. Struggle struggle, crawling inch by inch, just to get out of the school system and get licensed. It’s already getting boring, actually, but what can a mere student do? Like going into raves and parties will make people productive, not unless you got some sort of wealth that is from stealing from various banks scattered around the planet. Schedule’s abit shit too, thanks to those people fixing it up. But who am I to complain? I only got two subjects, so it’s still a nice win for me. Also found a nice competition in class, so that should keep me on my toes…. Hopefully… Since I am not actually motivated BY ANYTHING to study…

Not much happening, really… :/

Anyhow, alot of things has happened in between ever since. So instead, we will do something else. A restructuring of the blog perhaps. Or maybe a periodical update of whatnot. If I can create a schedule for it, then we will be seeing more updates here. Expect more posts perhaps.

I still don’t know what is bothering me up to this day, and I don’t want anyone else involved in my endeavors that I have been getting; The reason being that they would just misinterpret it or they just don’t care a goddamn thing about it. I have already accepted this reality by logical means. That may be my advantage as compared to other people who couldn’t think objectively through their lives. But by accepting it doesn’t mean that I am happy with it. I still yearn for other interactions with other people. It’s just that it’s a sad truth that I am all alone in this world that I am currently living. Not to be emo of some sort, but I feel that I am the only person in this life. My father’s somewhere, classmates who I can’t really rely on because they also have their own life to bother with, and the fact that I still have yet to finish the cleaning up the other half of the house that is still drenched in mud.

If you didn’t notice, I didn’t bother accounting my experience from that cruel date of September 26, 2009, just days after the Software Freedom Day. It was still quite painful for me to remember how the house was devoured by the slow currents of the flood, and I was yet alone to care for myself. And everything seemed to have collapsed after that faithful day, something like the Great War of 2077 in the Fallout universe. I just didn’t care that much about my future after that day. It seemed that we aren’t really in control of our future.

I am staying faithful to what God is preparing for me in the future, but thinking objectively, I just don’t see the good side of having the flood destroy the very few things that I have in life. I still have yet to see the bright side of everything that has happened and to what I did. I willingly tried to fail the subjects in my former school because my mind seemed to reject whatever bullcrap I fed it. But now, I am lost to what I needed to do, or to what I have to do. All I wanted now is to live my life, and that is all.

I really don’t know now… I may be emotionally unstable as of today due to reasons I personally don’t know. But what I feel is that I just needed someone whom I could lean on to…

The first radio show will be published very soon, so you’ll have to wait and see. If you would like to provide input, just send us your comments and suggestions. Good day!

But then, there is one part of the vacation where you, at first, enjoy but when prolonged, it gets uncomfortable . What am I talking about? You already know it, I know… It’s the part where you would travel to the place you would be taking your vacation. And it almost made the vacation not worth the while.

The travel to Iloilo, where I went this vacation, wasn’t a good start. It was December 23 when I started the so-called voyage. There were no buses available for booking, and that extra buses were not available for booking as they were unpredictable on when it will come in the Alimall Cubao Terminal. I was in the terminal at 2am. I waited and waited, until 8am they began to provide some reservation papers for the extra buses. The bus came in the terminal at 11am and departed at 12nn. All the extra buses were not equipped with airconditioning units, so it is hot as hell. What made the heat increase was the amount of child passengers, who talked too much, cried out loud or moved too much, adult passengers, who spit everywhere, talked too much or occupied too much space, and baggage, which were of sizes of balikbayan boxes and washing machines! I was thinking if they didn’t know about freight carriers…

It was 4pm when we reached Batangas Port. We rode a ferry to Calapan Port at 5pm and departed at 6pm. It was 8:30pm when we reached Calapan Port and travelled to Roxas Port. We arrived at Roxas Port at 12mn, and this is where we get stranded for a while. We were able to board a ferry at 5am, which departed at 6am. We arrived at Caticlan Port at 9:30am. From there, we travelled for another 8 hours before arriving at my destination. I arrived there at 5:30pm, just a few more hours before christmas. Well, I was still thankful that time when we arrived.

The travel back to Manila was the most hellish of all that I have ever experienced. I really regretted that I departed on January 2. I started waiting for the bus at 7am. I have one sack of rice with me to be given as pasalubong to my tito who had let me stay there after Typhoon Ketsana has strucked Metro Manila. It was 11am when the bus arrived, and I was lucky that I had a seat in that bus because everyone else who didn’t had reservations seated in the isle of the bus using a monoblock chair. The bus departed by 12nn due to the commotions that some passengers done. We reached Caticlan Port by 6pm. This is some of the hell came from. We waited there for 12 hours just to get aboard a ferry. Ferry departure was consistent, but it wasn’t able to support the massive amount of vehicles which were to be transported to Mindoro. It was 6am of January 3 when we were able to ride a ferry, and 7am when it departed. We had reached Roxas Port by 11am. Then we travelled to Calapan Port. The most hell of all ports that I had to endure…

It was 3:30pm when we had arrived at Calapan, where we got stuck at the line of vehicles, which are also inbound to the port, for more than 24 hours! At least it was compensated abit by my travel to the town proper of Calapan. I somewhat ate some time there, but it wasn’t enough. I had to endure the heat of the bus, despite of it being an airconditioned bus, because it didn’t turn the airconditioning on. All the food that we had were already spoiled and we had no more funds for food. By sheer luck perhaps, we were able to board a ferry to Batangas Port by 11pm the next day, January 4. We had reached Batangas Port at 1am of January 5 and travelled for 2 to 3 more hours back to Manila. It was the time where I finally been able to sleep abit, although it wasn’t enough to give me rest for everything that has happened.

I really said to myself after the incident that I should do some more strategizing next time. But at least I had the experience to tell my future grandchildren. But I hardly forget what I have undergone. I had frequently analyzed on who’s fault was it for that to happen.

One of the organizations that were involved in the event was Pinoy Blender User Group, which was referred in the event as “Blender Users Group”. The group took part in the afternoon session group called “Graphics Tools Jam Session”. I was one of the 3 speakers in the session, in which I talked about Open Movies. My other colleague discussed about Blender 3D in a brief manner due to some “technical problem”.*wink*

After the afternoon session, we had discussed future plans for the Open Movie that the group will be doing. All I can say about the discussion would be a quote from the Open Movie “Elephants Dream”: “Everything is safe… Perfectly safe…”

Me and my colleague talked abit about things related to the FOSS methodology. Some of the ideas were very creative, most of the other ideas were not that promising yet fun to imagine. And up to this time, I am still thinking of stuff related to FOSS methodology. Earlier, I watched a video in YouTube that may not be intended to be related to the FOSS spirit yet if you analyze the video, it is somewhat embedded in the video.

Long live Software Freedom!

#1 Reason: My house is in a REALLY BAD SHAPE. You can see how bad it was with just how I emphasized it.
#2 Reason: My house is not your typical “house w/ a bedroom, a kitchen, a living room, a comfort room, and whatsoever”. For crise sake, THIS IS A WAREHOUSE! :O
#3 Reason: Since I am the only person in the house, and the fact that they are going to have a “session” here, I can’t blame any other person for the influx of liquor and other stuff inside my house. Well, my father doesn’t mind having liquor in the house, but tobacco is not allowed(analyze this statement, if you can. Just post a comment for your analysis.). Another thing is that my relatives’ houses are near my house. In short, I will get implicated for doing liquor and tobacco if someone at the other house/s sees it.
#4 Reason: Usually, I’m not that good in handling visitors. :/

Anyhow, despite of those horrid reasons, they still decided to go at my place. At that time, I was quite nervous on how they would take my “humble” home. We bought the initial stuff we needed: the liquor, the “appetizer”(AKA Pulutan :/), and charcoal(which was supposedly to cook rice, but I only used it in my room as an odor absorbant after the “session”). The initial reception of my house to them: it was spacious(if I remember it correctly). But there were several things I expected them to expect: the dirty bathroom, the dirty surroundings, the filthy floor, and just anything dirty. And until now, I think that those were the things they negatively received from my house, which I accept true. One of my classmates even started to clean the kitchen area, which constantly rammed my squishy mind telling me “YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED ON YOURSELF, YOU LAZY SON OF A BITCH”. I can’t takeover on what that person was doing because I had this injury on my hand which I got from bringing the head of the electric fan down. If the house can keep itself clean after I cleaned it, I would be happier. *sigh*

Since I have no choice but to let that person do the stuff and have me be ashamed of myself, I just continue on trying to outdo the mess I have in my house. But my classmates just helped me out on cleaning, which ticks my shame-o-meter a gazillion more. I can’t blame them, it was my fault. So to compensate on this, I turned on the airconditioning unit which hasn’t been used for a year or so. I used the extension wire to power up the beast, but it eventually heated up the wire too much. Lucky me, I detected the anomaly a few minutes later and extended the wire so it won’t coil up and add up to each other’s heat(just recall physics). But then, the unit was dirty as well, blowing all the fucking dust from its evaporator. One of my fucking mistakes perhaps. I just turned the unit off to clean it up abit, which somewhat was too late since the dust was already blown to the air(stupid me). I can’t blame myself as well, since the room was sizzling hot from the computer, the amount of people breathing inside the room, and maybe even from the PORN they were watching as well.

After the initial house cleaning, thanks to my classmates, we finally decided to buy our lunch. There weren’t much variety in food selection in the carinderia we chose to buy in, but we had no choice. I also bought ice for the chasers because the fridge was turned off and it just adds up to my electric bill. While eating lunch, one of my classmates was watching porn, but a wierd one. That was the first time I saw the use of BATHROOM PLUNGERS for fetishes. Rather than arousement, it was amusement. I mean, it was really wierd to stick plungers to the cheeks of the ass, the mammaries and onto the face(that’s right, the face). Don’t get curious, because it was really wierd.

ANYWAY………..

Ahem…(I talk too much…) Anyway, after the rather nice meal we bought outside, we started preparing for the much awaited “session”(I really don’t know why I keep on quoting that word). I improvised a chair as a table where the stuff was to be placed. I didn’t opt to get monoblock chairs inside the room because it was too big. Therefore, most of us sitted on the bed I sleep on. Then, finally after buying a pack of menthol(menthol black wasn’t available at that time. sorry), they started the roundup. I had to catch up with the drinks because I was late(I was the one who bought the menthol). They were looking for some music to play, courtesy of my computer and its hi-speed intarweb connection. They even borrowed my guitar to play with(Before even the session had ever started, the guitar was already borrowed. Someone even asked for the extra case my guitar had, which I just awarded to him. Having two guitar cases for one guitar was overkill anyway.).

At first, I wanted not to drink the alcohol because it kept me remembering my brutal vomiting I had from one of my past “sessions”. But after a few more drinks, and my inhibitions already subsided. While they were playing the guitar, I was like “I wanna play the guitar as well”. Because they had my acoustic guitar, I just brought out the bass guitar that my High School Friend owned(I borrowed it, but wasn’t able to return it due to time restrictions). I started to play some of the music they were playing only by the use of the ear(I really don’t know where I got my ear training. But I have been using it since I was young.). While I was playing, I had the sudden feeling of nostalgia from my last year in High School because it was the best part in my life.

After a few drinks, one of my classmates returned on cleaning the kitchen, which made me become ashamed of myself again. I tried stopping that person, but I can’t because it was already started and it must be finished. One of my classmates just told me that it was the trait of that person to clean up any mess that is seen. I just returned in the room and continued the rounds. After a few more rounds, they started on talking about love and how shit it was… Or not(The things that they have discussed shall not go in here, so… Yea, you get an incomplete story here. HA!). While it was being discussed, the “3 Women”(2 Real Women, 1 GayShit) in the “session” had to leave because it was almost 6pm.

I shall stop telling stuff here because after the departure of our 3 classmates, things got a little bit wild and thus, shall not be discussed. Just go out there and start asking the people who are involved. If they are willing, they might tell. Other than that, I have no authority to tell anything else. All I can say is the whole day was fun!

Other Notes: This might’ve been my longest post so far because it was a really fun day, despite of tons of shame I received. Also, the things I have said here might be incomplete since it’s hard to tell everything in words. Inaccuracies may be pointed out via comments.

!!!!!!!!!! THAT DAY WAS FUN !!!!!!!!!!

“Matatapang, Matatalino, Walang Takot Kahit Kanino. Hinding-hindi Magpapahuli. Ganyan kaming mga taga-U.P.”

But if you want peace and quiet, why don’t you head to U.P. Diliman and roam around? Since I came from that school(well, only from the integrated school), I sort of miss the fresh humid air, the mud of Sunken Garden, the freshly cut grass(in my elementary days, I usually love it when the quadrangle is having its grasses trimmed, although the teachers didn’t want us watching them cut the grass because they fear that the blade will just pop out of the grass cutters and slash our poor little heads off of our trunks…), the dark ambience of the buildings at night(yes, the buildings in the campus look eerie in the night.), the array of trees that provide slight cover from the sun’s rays, the blowing winds, the IKOT/TOKI Jeeps, Vinzons Hall(That is where we used to train in Taekwondo, although I have been inactive for quite some time), Rodic’s and the famous food they serve, the Isawan near the Post Office, the UP Health Service, Latasia Fusion(I dunno if it’s still there), Bluberri(it’s not in UP Diliman, although it’s near), the grasshoppers that hop the grass, the K-2, 3-6 and 7-10 Buildings, The Court, The Multipurpose Hall, technically everything! But the only ones I don’t miss are the people. I love the place, I hate much of the people except my HS friends perhaps.

Too much nostalgia… I might’ve been alone for quite some time perhaps. 129? (lol)