Archive for May, 2008

Habang Naglalaba…

Thursday, May 29th, 2008

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I’m doing my laundry, so while I’m waiting…

1. Who among your friends know the real you?

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– Right now?? Nobody knows me but me.

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2. When was the last time you went out?

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– Memorial Monday

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3.If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

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– Just one?! I will want to kiss…DENNIS! Lol. Weh, hindi mo yun kilala!

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4 . What song are you listening to right now?

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– Wala. But I plan to listen to online lectures from last year’s GYC later tonight.

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5. What does it remind you of?

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– The lectures? It reminds me to be a better person.

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6. Last 10 movies you watched?

7 lang kaya ng powers ko eh…

Noah’s Ark: I should have turned the computer off the moment the DVD showed the notice: "The makers of this film have taken the freedom to more poetic creativity." So anyway, the story went like this, Noah and his best friend, Lot, lived in the city of Sodom. One day they went to another equally sinful city to join a fighting game of sorts—where they kill people and stuff (a gory version of Matira, Matibay). Apparently, Noah can’t take it, so he lets Lot play instead. After the games, he went back home to where his children, Shem, Ham, and Japhet, welcomed him with questions like, "How many did you kill this time, father?" Later in the movie, the Lord called Noah to meet Him on top of a mountain. The Lord told Him to leave Sodom because He was going to destroy it. He didn’t believe God would do it so the Lord turned the mountain into a fiery volcano and the scene became very reminiscent of the scene where Frodo (Lord of the Rings) is on a cliff and tries to throw the ring into the fire. Anyway, God scared the wits out of Noah so he finally believed Him. Noah then tried to bargain that if he could find at least 10 good people in Sodom, God shouldn’t destroy the city. So God said yes. However, he only found two people. And guess who? Lot and his wife! On Noah’s way out of the city, he blindfolded his children so that they won’t be tempted to look back (forced obedience, more likely). Lot did the same thing with his wife. However, as we all know (and this is probably the only segment in the movie where I could not disagree), she looked back and turned into a pillar of salt. And then, the movie goes back to being the freaky Bible circus that it started with. After 10 years, that’s when Noah builds the ark. Truth to tell, I never went that far to waste my time.

Luther: My interest in Bach, and the kind of practices and powers the Catholic Church had during this time actually led me to watch this.

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Not One Less: Is about this Chinese girl, almost 13-years old, who volunteered to teach a one-room school in a very rural China setting of Siuxian village. The kind of perseverance and stubborn attitude she portrayed in the film was very inspiring (although irritating at times).

The Freedom Writers: Based on the true story of Erin Gruwell’s teaching experience in Wilson High, and her first students in room 203, who later on became known as the ‘Freedom Writers’. Lovers of "Dead Poets Society" and "Music of the Heart" will love this film. I cried buckets!

Galileo: A semi-feature film and semi-documentary film about Galileo Galilei. Believe it or not, it was really interesting. I did not watch this one, tho, for the sake of science, but for the sake of just getting the feel of how much the Church have a control over the State.

Prince Caspian: Should I tell you? Just go watch it!

Nancy Drew: Wala lang. :-)

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7. Which of your friends live closest to you?

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– I don’t know, which one is closest to Kephart? If it’s the AU apartments then it’s Ate Arnie, Tracy, Ate Jel, Kuya Allen, and Suny. If it’s Hillcrest, then it’s Frank.If it’s Timberland Drive, then it’s Inda, Ting, and Peter.

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8. What is your favorite shirt?

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– As long as it’s warm, comfy, and makes me look sexy a.k.a hiding my kabilbilan–then it’s a favorite shirt. lol!

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9. Do you drive?

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– I drive a bike. Do I drive a car? Hmmm, soon and very soon!

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10. What did you do yesterday?

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– I worked from 10-5pm, gave a piano lesson, called Mrs. Brantley, watched Cristina Piccardi’s concert in Fil-Am church, ate dinner served at Fil-Am (catered by Dr. Cerna), and hang out at Beechwood apt. to watch Nancy Drew with the Baker family.

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11. Do you wear contacts or glasses?

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– Glasses. I probably need both.

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12. Do you trust your friends?

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– Of course.

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13.Who was the last person who called you?

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– John.

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14.What annoyed you today?

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– The 6th list I was working on for Blythe Owen’s compositions. It was just the most disordered list I saw published in an international encyclopedia. It was neither alphabetical, chronological, categorical, or whatever. Just plain all over the place.

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15. Do you want multiple piercing?

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– On me? Nope.

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16. Your favorite song in your player?

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– For Good, from Wicked (the version sang by Lea Salonga and Jennifer Paz)

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17. Last time you went to the mall?

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– Last month, when I was out with Dana. I went to BestBuy last Monday, tho. Does that count?

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18 . What was the last thing you ate?

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– Pastillas de Pandan. And I shared it with John, my co-worker, who went crazy over it. He even joked that the only good thing that went right with his last relationship was all the Filipino food he was introduced to.

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19 . Which of your friends would make the best room mate?

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– Probably Shirley and Tracy. Or Suny. And of course, Peks and Poks (at close friends ng Peks at Poks)

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20. Last gift you received?

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– Bags and shirts and pastillas from Ate Dem. Yey! Thanks very much!

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21. Last vacation you were in?

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– I am on vacation everyday (before and after work). Lol.

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22. Do people ever spell your name wrongly?

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– Sometimes, but rarely.

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23. What’s the last compliment you received?

– "You are amazing! I underestimated you and I’m sorry about that. But after hearing you, I wondered why I ever thought you were who you weren’t."

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24. Who was the last friend you hugged?

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– James and Inda. It was so cold at the beach!

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25. Which celeb are you eye candying?

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– Wala eh.. Si Michael Johns dati, kaya lang may asawa na. At masyado pang bata si David A.

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26. What’s TOP 3 on your wishlist?

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– (3) Gift card at ABC Bookstore
– (2) John Bucchino cd and music book
– (1) Digital camera

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27. Which performance would you want to watch?

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– Live concerts of Lea Salonga, Piolo Pascual, Josh Groban, Micahel Buble, and Kristin Chenoweth. The musical, Wicked, at the stage comedy, Welcome to Intelstar.
– And I kinda want to go to Chicago everyday (wish!), may free performances kase everyday eh.

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28. What color are your nails?

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– The natural color of nails—kapag naipit sa pinto. Joke.

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29. Date down a special day for you?

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– November 30.

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30. In just one word, describe yourself.

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– Cautious.

Excited

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

I passed a test I don’t deserve to pass. Not that I am bragging I am smart (although I would not necessarily deny that either, LOL!), but because I barely studied for it—and that the test would qualify to be very easy (for some). What exam am I talking about? Drumroll please (………….) the Michigan Driver’s License written exam! Yehey! (I was  reminded, tho, to have my eyes rechecked). Anyhoo…I am now licensed to bang cars into trees and poles under the guise of ’student driver’. A big thanks to Felipe who kept pushing my butt off to take it, and for the free breakfast that came with the exam. ;-D

Aside from my day starting out very good, I was itching to start my new job in the Blythe Owen project. After hearing from Dr. Flores last week that the music department has no budget for me to work for Dr. Doukhan this summer, Mrs. Mack wasted no time in hiring me right away, not to work more hours for the library, but for her, directly. She has a big pot of money scholastically called as the "faculty grant" which she is currently using for her research on Blythe Owen, and according to her, she could use someone like me to be a part of the team because I am an organized and intense worker. (Yeah, right. She should see my bedroom in a state of intense DISoganization, especially on weekdays.) I was more than happy to be a part of it, after all, my job description didn’t sound like work at all—creating a master list of all of Blythe’s works (which is a LOT), tracking people and manuscripts, writing bibliographies, learning juicy bits of her life from her actual diaries and letters, etc. And knowing Mrs. Mack, the list could go on and on and on…

So anyway, I was excited to start it today only to be held back by (1) a new mandate on shelf reading, approximately three shelves, daily, and (2) a cart full of Vivaldi scores and other opera scores to shelve. By the time I got done, all my energy reserved for Blythe had flown right off the window. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.

Also, the class trip to DC next week is beginning to shape up. Although I’m the complete oddball—the only female in the group, the newbie organ player, and the only foreign student, I have every intention to have fun and learn from the genius, Dr. Logan, and his so-called haven, the Library of Congress.

Lupang Hinirang

Thursday, May 15th, 2008


Ate
Arnie is excited for June 12. As a Filipino, that particular date would
definitely ring a bell. Having attended all of my schooling (from
elementary to college) in the Philippines, June 12 is not only
memorable because we have no classes, but because it is the day we
celebrate the nation’s independence. I remember being in numerous
school parades, carrying a miniature Philippine flag, and wearing the
traditional baro at saya. I also recall all those Magellan, Lapu-Lapu,
and Bonifacio green jokes my guy classmates would throw at each other
during these parades. Lunch fiesta a.k.a free food would be served at
the school gym.

Aside
from famous rice, pansit, and lumpia, the cafeteria would serve gluten
caldereta, chopsuey, sago at gulaman, puto, kalamay, and suman. Other
food stands surrounding the gymnasium would sell “the meat” or what we
always call ‘collorum’, like chicken adobo, beef afritada, fried
bangus, fish balls, chicken balls, kikiam, and kwek-kwek. And if
someone is not full yet, there’s always banana-q, camote-q, steamed
corn on the cob, and mango shake. Add to food and humor will be the
music and games which is also central to these festivities.

The
elementary school students will play the angklung , rondalla, and the
colored bottles. The academy students will usually feature a play or
traditional dances. College students usually—hmmm, I don’t really
remember since college students usually have their own thing, but I
remember my teachers doing some old-fashioned Filipino slapsticks in
Finster chapel.

Then
there was this one time when I remember the school having palosebo
(climbing the greasy bamboo pole), pukpok palayok (I won’t even dare
translate that), and running after a greasy pig. All the while, a local
army band would be playing timeless Filipino kundimans or OPM (Original
Pilipino Music) to cater to the younger generation.

So yeah,
that was enough reason for Ate Arnie to be excited since a big part of
our lives were spent in the same school. But living now in the land
where June 12 is a regular school day, the sentimental part of her
wanted to celebrate. And I, being a phlegmatic, would of course, just
agree.

Hmmmm, how are we going to celebrate June 12 now? Any ideas?

Too Much Time Now

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

It’s funny how frantic I was the past several weeks trying to get my
act together—writing papers, cramming for exams, practicing for
juries, grading tests, working at MMC, finishing projects, etc. It
seemed like the ‘academic’ punches would never end. Add to that
students who would constantly irritate me with "can i see my grade?",
"can you print this out for me?", "can you take these to her office?"
can you, can you, can you… ahhh! Of course I can, but why the heck
can’t I say "I’m Dr. Doukhan’s assistant, not yours." Just because I
work for her doesn’t mean I would obey her student’s beck and call.
Then again, I couldn’t draw the line. I don’t know where to draw the
line. Personally, my genes have the natural tendency to help people. I
feel obliged to whenever someone takes the time to ask it. But then,
one should take into account that forgetting all about it (since I’m a
feather-brain nut case), is not because I don’t want to help, but that
really is another different story. So, yeah, no matter how busy I get,
my time has to be shared with people who asks for my stellar
assistance. (I deserve some credit,don’t I?)

Anyway, that’s not
my point. What I really wanted to write before I started this entry was
about how much time I have in my hands right now. After months of
running the exhaustive race of school work, I feel like someone gives
me a big slap on my butt and says, "That’s it for now. Atta boy."
—well, that’s not really not a nice picture to compare myself with.
Ahhhh…what the heck.

At least my job at the library keeps me
constant. Instead of wandering around aimlessly trying to figure out
what I need to do with the rest of my summer, I could schedule my time
around something "unchangeable".

I think it’s time to get my cobwebbed list of to-do’s and get things going again…

This Week’s NEXT Top 50 Random Thoughts and Events in Random and Thoughtless Order

Monday, May 5th, 2008

1. Celebrated the graduation of David, Sheryl, Dana, Genaida, Yoko, Paul, and
Cristian
2. Discovered that while I can coordinate myself in playing the organ, I have a
very hard time doing the same concentration in line dancing
3. Realized that the critic paper I wrote painstakingly received an A-.
Huzzah!!!!
4. Messed up on that passage I practiced over and over and over. What in the
world is wrong with me????
5. Realized that I have the ability to be gassy when very nervous
6. Admitted to my page turner that I’m so gassy from being so nervous
7. Laughed with my page turner for admitting that he farted a lot too in his
organ recital thus the reason for the strange looks his page turner was giving
him
8. Gained weight! Oh my golay!
9. Became the ultimate OC with periods, commas, and spaces
10. Saw Lola Guadiz!
11. Received too many compliments—most of which were totally uncalled for
12. Learned that a friend from AUP is planning to study in Andrews University!
13. Still wished I had money and had enough of what I needed
14. Tortured and beaten by exam week
15. Drove a lawn mower and thought it was very exciting
16. Considered buying a car and actually went for a test drive
17. Considered NOT buying the car because the cd player wasn’t working….hahaha.
18. Raked the leaves on Frank’s yard
19. Wondered how I should ask people for the money they owe me
20. Went to that ukay-ukay finally!
21. Is looking forward to get a haircut
22. Cannot see very well
23. Slept very late for the very wrong reasons. I resolve to never let that
happen again
24. Can finally read leisurely
25. Can finally play the piano leisurely
26. Can finally play the organ leisurely
27. Missed the social night!!!!! Waaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!
28. Sang John Rutter’s Requiem
29. Was told by a coworker, “I realized, oh man, you’re a very good musician!”
30. Is surrounded by wonderful friends from the church
31. Finally found an exercise partner
32. Procrastinated on writing my resume
33. Wondered what in the world is wrong with BTCU?!?
34. Enjoyed work at the library today, LOL.
35. Still thinks that Dr. Logan is a genius
36. Is pleased with my Applied Music Examination (AME)
37. Involuntarily fasted for a paper I underestimated
38. Ate that long awaited Pad Thai!!!!
39. Biked around the neighborhood until my butt hurt
40. Decided to stay in AU one more year
41. Hopes to go to  Europe for that Music
History class Dr. Doukhan is planning to do
42. Is in love with tulips and cherry blossoms
43. Needs a ride to Canada
44. Thinks she will change a lot over the summer
45. Has a big pile of laundry to fold and iron
46. Still needs a ‘Bojo-talk’
47. Finally got to taste the heavenly Philippine Tortillos!
48. Is still confused with a thousand different things
49. Missed greeting a friend’s birthday… kaluoy!
50. Wonders why she’s wasting her time doing this list…

 

Raising Hands and Purple Strips: Thoughts on “The Art of Admitting the Wrong Thing”

Monday, May 5th, 2008

Found this old blog entry beneath my growing pile of bibliography assignments. Thought I would still post it though. Maybe someone who reads this can learn a lesson or two. I know I did…

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April 4, 2008
(The night is still young and the
room is not as cold as it has always been during the winter. I’m still
wearing my black gown from the worship concert, and typing this while
eyeing the big blue bowl of ketchup beside my laptop…)

I’ve
always had problems in admitting I am wrong. I get defensive,
emotional, guilty, and humiliated when accused of doing it. Most of the
time though, I am caught red-handed and the feeling is just
overwhelmingly embarrassing.

I will not even try to defend
those times I admitted ‘defeat’ graciously, nor the times I was wrongly
accused. That of course is a different story, which I will probably
write on one of my gloating moods.

The thing is not being wrong,
but I think that I’m always right. Not only when I’m a customer, or
when I’m trying to exercise my gender powers. I will always be right,
no matter what.

So I found it a little irritating when the choir
came to a consensus that when someone sang something wrong, one has to
raise his/her hands high up in the air. Duh. What kind of stupid,
little rule was that? Why parade my mistakes to other people? For me,
raising a hand is a polite way of saying I want something and I don’t
blurt it out anytime I want, or maybe getting all emotional with a
certain song or speech, or when I want to be recognized with a group of
people and that I am a part of that certain unit. But raising hands to
let people know, “Hey I messed up my notes” won’t just work for me.
Besides, I don’t mess up my notes.

Yeah, right…
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If
anyone is ever interested to work in the Music Materials Center, I am
telling you, find another job. The place is literally a minefield of
little odd jobs designed to make you feel stupid and wrong all the time.

Oh,
the first two weeks are always harsh. THOSE weeks will always be
riddled with traps lurking in the books shelves. This is my first-hand
experience of being the newbie: all the other workers will stop
shelving and I get to shelve carts and carts and carts of scores, cds,
lps, encyclopedias, anthologies, monuments, hymnals, and historical
sets everyday. Not only did paper cuts become my best friend but I get
to climb the ‘flight of shelves’ where books are squished tight, and I
won’t have the strength to push and pull, especially if stepping on an
8-foot high skinny platform. This is also the time where I need to
seriously ponder on the alphabet and chronology, which for many a time,
baffled me.

Then, there’s the case of the trusty purple strip.
Every book to be reshelved should come with a purple strip inserted in
it. This means only two things, (a) to let others know that I passed
first grade and that I shelved it right or (b) I was either asleep in
Math and English class that I didn’t know that S was after R or that 3
was after 2. In most cases, I would do it right. Of course, I should
shelve it right. What’s bugging is when I shelve it wrong, I would be
corrected by the shelf checker by pulling the book a little out of the
shelf, making the purple strip stick out prominently, as if to say, “My
shelver is very stuuuuuuuuuuuuupid!!!!.” Nope, the checker won’t tell
me my mistakes. I am left to venture the shelves on my own, and
refigure it all out.
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Come
to think of it. Humiliation is inevitable, and people around me seem to
embrace it, admit it, would stand corrected, and apparently move on
with their lives, hopefully a better person.

Then there’s me who
would sulk, disapprove, hide, turn a deaf ear and defensively say, “I
am right all along. Your system has the problem.” I don’t necessarily
get away with it, but when I do, it adds another trophy to my shelf of
pride and self-righteousness.
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Have
you ever noticed that ‘proving someone wrong’ is more used up than
‘proving someone right’? Actually, I always prove someone right—-ME!
Yup, my mind seems to always brush cheeks with omnipotence.
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You
might be wondering why you are wasting your time reading about these
gloating anecdotes on the author’s self-righteousness. Truth of the
matter is, I know I needed to admit this or I will never change.

In fact, aside from admitting and publicizing my faults through this
blog, I went (and is still going) through the humiliating process of
being corrected without feeling robbed of a shining, polished identity
by raising my hands in choir practice (which I do now every so often),
hunting for shoot-out purple strips among the stack of books, and
saying that “I’m sorry, I was wrong” mantra which used to haunt me for
a long time.

Amazingly, the feeling is better.