Leap Year

Apparently, my February is not like any other. It only happens once in a quarter of a score; or once every four years, which makes 2008 the last year when we had this phenomenon. It's called Leap Year, and apparently, it has become a holiday for some.

The main reason for this is very scientific. The actual days in a year is 365.25. So, every fourth year, the days will be 366 to make up that 1/4 for every year. That's why it has been leap year. Now the reason why February is kind of mysterious and I don't know why.

Leap Year is very exciting for me because I get to know how people who celebrate their birthdays today actually celebrate their birthdays. Out of curiosity, I asked this question on Facebook and there was actually a comment saying, "they either celebrate their birthday on February 28 or March 1." Cool! So I've heard this on the news before but I'm not quite sure so I said this again online. So February 28 or March 1, ei. I thought they would celebrate every four years. Haha. That means their four times younger than everyone of us in numbers. How I would wish that my birthday's on a 29th February. No blowouts. More money. And more special and worth remembering because my real birth date would only come every after four years. I've not yet known any friend who celebrated their birthday today. There was no one on Facebook. There was one on Twitter but he was a complete stranger.

Well, February 29 went right so far.Until the next Leap Year. (That would be about 2016 already.)

Home of the Blues

February's ending. I thought, this love month is ending and not a single love post was ever posted here. I could have written anything about love, but I was waiting for the write time to talk about them. I was about to convince myself yesterday to write something about this month's celebration, suddenly, a tweet came, which changed my whole night forever.

The tune was very catchy, I guarantee you will repeat the whole song over and over again. The lyrics were so overwhelming, it goes through your inner core.The singer is very good, in fact, I'm one of his biggest fans. What's not to love about the song?

With euphoria in me yesterday, I wrote this on my blog not knowing that it sounds immature and childish, "I listened to this song once but I was instantly hooked up that I need to listen to this song everyday!" I do not know what I was thinking about yesterday but my head my so high it's like I took drugs. But yeah, what I said there was true. I was quickly enticed by this song which made me listen to it over and over again. It went to the point of downloading it and yes, it became my lullaby for the night. When I woke up, my iPod was still playing the song -- it's on repeat.

 Adam Young posted in his blog this song entitled, "Home of the Blues." 

To my surprise, I've discovered that it was only a cover of a Johnny Cash original. (yeah. It took me minutes to finally realize  what that Cash is written on his blog, and it's Johnny Cash.). According to Wikipedia, this song was written by Cash  about his unhappy childhood. Maybe, just maybe, Adam Young did connect to this song so much that he made his third cover of any song (the first was Enchanted by Taylor Swift and the second was the First Noel).

I wait for another great song of Adam Young. The last released one was Eternity which he collaborated with Paul van Dyk. I also discovered that there is an upcoming album of Owl City this year, I can't wait for it.

Right now, let this song sing me to sleep again, big time!

On Denials and Hypocrisies

I try to be the very best that I am, but most of the time, I fail, and I can't really do what I expect myself to be doing, or what I say that must be done.

On Denials and Hypocrisies...

I always try to be one hell of a perfect guy. I try as much as I could to please everyone, even to the point of losing myself. I always check on others' mistake, thinking that they're wrong and I'm right. I always ridicule others' weakness. I wanted to be the best but it's making me worse. I don't know where to place.

For instance, as a pretentious good guy, I always criticize people who are very much conceited, and full of themselves, never realizing that I am also a proud guy who always think that I am the greatest among others. But wait, I am not conceited, nor very full of myself, nor selfish. I know my limits, but, there are still some things I do not know about myself. This made me think that I'm proud sometimes. I often insult others, too, and think they're crazy as I am criticizing others for doing the same.

Yet, most of the time, I always deny that I do those saying to myself, "Hey! She must already be used to my insult. She must not get mad at me already." Only to think that my insults are getting worse.

Another instance would be when I would try to be selfish with the facts I know. Though I find it unfair to share the knowledge I know but get uncredited, I often do critisize people who are not sharing what they know to others, especially to me. Hypocrite? Yes. I believe so.

But there are some instance when my criticisms are right. For example, one person I know always have this favorite student. This teacher always checks on this student, on whatever he is doing. As an Education student, this is not a sign of good teaching. A teacher, no matter how he favors a student, must not show it to the class because there are other students listening. I'm not insecure. It's a teacher's basic rule.

I blame myself for being too attached to the external environment that I almost forget to look at myself in the mirror. The moment that my classmate told me that I've changed, I looked inside myself and found out many wrong things that I've been doing for the past weeks which I overlooked because I was too busy being a hypocrite. I was too busy denying the fact that I probably changed already.

Though that was not the reason why my classmate said that to me (it was a reason so confidential it needs not to be said online, but it's utterly seen in my last blog post.), it readily made me examine myself. I do not know if I would soon change, but if I can, I hope I will.

Lily Aldrin said this on the 21st episode of the first season of the show, "How I Met Your Mother," entitled Milk,

"There are certain things in life where you know it's a mistake but you don't really know it's a mistake because the only way to really know it's a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say, 'Yehp, that was a mistake.' So really, the bigger mistake would be not to make the mistake because then you go your life not really knowing if something is a mistake or not."

(Yeah, I really repeated this scene several times just to get this line perfectly.)

I never knew I did this mistake but now I know it's a mistake, it's high time for me make up for that mistake. Thanks for the advice Lily, and thanks to the person who said that to me.

Hindi na Kailangan ng Karagdagan pang Paliwanag

Hindi ko alam magalit sa isang tao. Hindi kasi ako palaaway. Ayaw ko ng away ehh. Kung magagalit man ako sa isang tao, huhupa at huhupa din ito agad at mawawala ang galit ko sa kanya. Ngunit meron iyong mga pagkakataong punung-puno na talaga ako sa iisang tao na kahit ano pang gawin niya ay hinding hindi ko na siya mapatatawad.

Madami na siyang nagawang kababalaghan magmula pa noon, ilang taon na ang nakalilipas. Kapag dadaan siya, iyong mararamdaman ang lakas ng hangin na tatangayin ka.

Hindi ako perpekto, ngunit alam ko ang lumugar. Hindi ako nagbago dahil sa galit ko sa kanya. Hindi ako napapatulad sa iba dahil sa galit ko sa kanya. May tamang pag-iisip naman ako upang mabatid ko ang tama mula sa mali. Ilang taon ko na siya kilala. At ilang taon ko na iniwasan ang kanyang kayabangan sa paniniwalang magagaya rin ako sa kanya. Kanino ba ako napapasunod para masabi ninyong nagagaya na ako sa ibang may galit na rin sa kanya? Hindi ko alam. Hindi ko mawari.

Kahit ano man ang gawin niyo. Kahit man sermonan ninyo ako ng sandamakmak, hinding hindi na magbabago ang paningin niya sa akin.

Ngayong nasa itaas siya, sana hindi na muli lalaki ang kanyang ulo dahil ito ay kasing-laki na ng buwan. Ayoko na.

Hindi na kailangan ng karagdagan pang paliwanag para maintindihan ang aking saloobin.

Walk On

I colored the letters carefully, not wanting to make any mistake to our placards. I wanted it to be seen by everybody else. It was for a good cause anyways. After my group mates and I finished our placard, one of my groupmates held it high, and we went for the procession for life.

as former fetuses, we oppose abortion!

Instead of thinking that yesterday was the Valentine's Day, I thought of it as a day for Life, that everyone should  be given the right to live, no matter what happens. I joined the procession not because of a school requirement, not even because all my friends are going. It's because I wanted to. I support the cause. I support that all babies need to be born and cared for until they grow up. It should not be a choice of the parents whether or not they should live or not. They do not have the right to just kill a fetus with a beating heart. Just so you know, I am against Abortion. 

I am also against the controversial RH Bill, but not the whole bill itself. I may have to agree that some of the contents of the bill need to be passed, but some must not be passed. This RH Bill is actually Pro-Life, if I may say, because it provides care to the baby and to the mother. But what I do not agree with is the sexual education of 5th grade pupils. I don't know if this is still a provision of the bill or not anymore, but the last time I read the bill, it is still contained there. Maybe it could be taught to high school students, wherein they are in their mature minds. Another provision is the use of contraceptives. I do not agree to artificial method of family planning because there is this natural method of family planning.

Anyways, yesterday, the crowd was overwhelming. Many had their placards containing words of support pro-life. We had our walk with our placards up as we prayed the rosary together. We also sang some Marian Songs and prayed Hail Mary in the dialect. When the long walk was over, a mass was done, but I was not there anymore. Eek. Sorry for that one.

Concluding, in search for true light, we need to have this rally to life. They also need to experience life as we did. As one of the placards yesterday said, "If you were aborted before, you think you're still alive?" In search for an answer, we need to cooperate with each other, cooperate with God, and walk on.

D-Day

"I'm ready," I thought to myself a while ago,

"This will be a challenge I'm not just gonna blow."

Though I never even tried this in my whole being 

I mustered every courage for this gross thing.

I heard their last moans as I wore my lab gown.

my conscience was troubled, but I never backed down

"It's for my grade," I said, though I am feeling gloomy

I love cats, I mean it, they're all cute and cuddly.

The poor feline was then brought to our table

It was hard to take a glance but I was able

to recover from it, I know I am strong man.

The strange feeling I had was then gone.

I do not want to describe what we did,

because it might disturb those who will read

nor will I tell what we did to them later

rest assured, they're in a place so proper.

I swear that I'll never do it again

I don't want to cause more pain

to myself, my conscience, and to the felines

which as they say, has lives of nine.

It came to past. On it's sixth year

"The future is scary, but you can't just run to the past because it's familiar. yes it's tempting... but it's a mistake."

That is the most striking quotation I got from the sixth season of How I Met Your Mother. Yesterday, I finished watching the 6th season of the series.


2010-2011. The season when Angry Birds and Facebook and even the Jonas Brothers were so popular it got featured on this series.

Twas a very good year for all of them.

PC Shutdown

To the LHEPC!

That was my ultimate goal that day of November 25, 2011 when I received my certificate and the medal-which-I-only-used-for-picture-taking-and-returned-afterwards-because-it-is-not-yet-delivered from the person awarding me. I had high hoped that we will go there bravely and face the feat that lies ahead. 

My fellow schoolmate-winners were also as excited as I am, more so with two of my companions because it was supposedly their first time going to such competition -- the Luzonwide Higher Education Press Conference. They were so excited they've already planned on so many things to do during the LHEPC. I, too, was as excited as them because, though I've joined once, the experience is still different with these companions, with the new place, and the new section I am writing at. I was slowly earning some money I've got from generous persons.

We were actually really doing our best to join the competition (actually, I only helped a tiny little bit, considering the fact that I'm a shy person and I can't speak to strangers that much). We even solicited to the highest officials here, but unfortunately, we lost the war. Our solicited money was not even enough to cover all our expenses for the said contest.

We were devastated, but we had nothing to do. We may add from our pockets, but it won't still be enough. So, we planned to withdraw from the competition. As much as we wanted, we can't do anything anymore.

For the coming days, I would just imagine myself in Bataan, giving all out for the competition I was supposed to join to from February 6 to 8. What would just happen if we went there. We might be on a bus now, or a van going to the destination. But uhhm, just my luck.

Well, Press Con shutdown for this school year. Hoping for a great system boot next year.

The Hospital Incident

"St. John. That's where we will go. That's the room in the hospital in where we will go."

I was like shocked. Did they just say we were to have  a serious meeting in a hospital room? Because our moderator was the one confined, and I thought he will have his words of wisdom on our meeting, I just agreed to go. However, while on the road to the hospital, I got chills to myself. A hospital? I hated hospitals and I still do. I do not like the aura that I feel when entering hospitals. It's ineffable, to tell you. As far as I remember, I have been hospitalized once and it sucked. And another thing, I'm afraid of all those medical thingamajigs and operations. Gosh.

After sitting at the back of the vehicle for about five minutes, we already arrived at the hospital.

After some gross and medical topics which I never wanted to hear, and after being complete in number, our group already went to the room where our moderator was supposedly confined.

St. Raphael. St. Anne. Female Ward. We can’t seem to find the said room. We have reached to an unknown floor and all of us seemed to be lost. Some of my companions (and me) were totally scared to death with the hospital. I closed my eyes to some parts of the hospital. I do not want to see the wards, dextroses, operating rooms, the beds, everything inside it. I was thanking God a while ago for me not taking a medical-related course.

And so we were lost inside that small hospital. The nurses inside the hospital must be laughing to witness nine bewildered students roaming around the small hospital, seemed to be lost from their parents in an amusement park. Finally, we reached the room, St. John, only to find out that, the person we were looking for was not there. We looked inside the Female ward, but he was not even there (hey, the female ward in that hospital has male patients also). Courageously, one of my companions asked one of the nurses in the station on where our moderator is. They asked what his sickness is. We were speechless for a moment, but, after some conversations (I was not basically listening to this point of the conversation anymore because I was too busy laughing and humiliated at the same time). In the end, we learned that he was already discharged yesterday, so there was no point for us going there.

We bought food, and fruits, and drink, only to find out that we do not have any purpose in going there. Yes. The blame game happened. One blamed another for bringing us there, while this other blamed another person, for that hospital incident. Anyways, we went to the house of our moderator after that and it was confirmed that he was there. We had our meeting there, and food trip.

This is my 6^th of February 2012.

P.S.

Just saying the word catheter makes me want to throw up.

Just another Quiz

So I took another quiz about How I Met Your Mother entitled, "Which How I Met Your Mother Character are you Most Like?" and this is what the result:

Certificate: Test results Which "How I Met Your Mother" Character are you Most like?

For 33 % you are: You are Marshall. Marshmallow. You love relationships and are pretty much a great friend. You're very sweet and considerate of others, though sometimes you will be the first to poke fun. Don't forget to have fun in life!

30.7100 % of 27802 Quiz participants had this profile!

You could also get this result:

For 23 % you are: You are Ted! Teddy Bear! Make sure that you're not ever too pathetic. Oh, and when you grow up and get married, don't bore your kids with months of stories about how you met your wife. Just a quick summary if they even want to hear that.

Or even this one:

For 17 % you are: You are Lily! Lily pad! You've got it great! Though you may feel the need to get out and experience new things, sometimes the way that life is right now is actually amazing and might not get any better! Look around you, you've got an awesome life!

Or even this one:

For 17 % you are: You are Robin! Very classy and highly thought of. Try to be a little more relaxed and trusting of the opposite gender. They're not really that bad, well, at least most of them. Just watch out for those heart breaking Barney's and gays.

Or even this one:

For 10 % you are: You are Barney! The Barnacle, Banana supreme, whatever. You think pretty highly of yourself. Sometimes you drive your friends nuts, but you tend to be the life of the party. Enjoy life! But don't forget that love isn't always a bad thing.

 

Take this quiz: Which "How I Met Your Mother" Character are you Most like?

Yes. I'm a Marshall, my favorite character. LOL

Dear God -- Divine Intervention

God, this day was euphoric and dysphoric. Ugh. Whatever.


Euphoria.


Today, I joined a quiz bee. Surprising to say, we won first place considering the fact that I only reviewed yesterday night, the questions were all in the dialect, and that it was our Midterms! It was Divine Intervention that led us to accomplish such. First, I only reviewed last night because it was only said to us last Wednesday and I had no chance prepare well, but, well, it was You that led us to victory. Second, all the questions were all in the dialect. I know how to speak our native tongue, but this time, it's quite different because all of the words said were all deep dialects, so deep I almost had nosebleed. But, context clues did it, and You. Third, it was our Midterms, and so I had to prioritize my academics, so I was not into the quiz bee thing. But God, I have a heavy, depressed heart.

Another euphoric thing today was when my brother helped someone with the banking transactions. What would just happen to her if we were not on that bank that very moment of the day? It was a pretty awesome  that he did that out of service. While my brother calls it Serendipity, I call it Divine Intervention -- Your Intervention.

Dysphoria.


I am still disappointed by my standing yesterday God. I did my best memorizing everything, putting all of them in my heart, but only to find out, I still lack a lot of information. I failed to meet my expectations to myself God. I became a fool of myself. Why did it happen? I don't want to destroy my own records. What if it gets destroyed now? Please God, help me find a way. I pray that together, we can finish this together.

I am now having regrets with the major I took up. I know I was always fond of Science as a kid, but now I've realized that it's more difficult than I think it was. If I am only free with my decision, I want to shift my major to the subject which memorization is not at all necessary: MATH. I know back in High School, I almost failed in Math, but it's my only other choice. I do not like Math, but considering a school with only four majors, the two of them are my last resorts (Math and Biology. I do not want and never want English and Filipino). I really do not want my major already God. Imagine, we have eight Science subjects for the next school year. Our teacher is very high and treats us like we're very intelligent and we now everything that simple simple verb mistakes would account for zero score. What should I do God? I'm on this stage of confusion again. What to do? What to do? Please God, give me strength. I need You. I need Your Intervention.

Whatever.


I haven't yet for tomorrow's exams. I am not yet sure what I will take for my lifelong exams. Life is really an exam. Some parts are very easy, and would just require you to think whether it is truthful or not. Life would be sometimes moderate wherein there are more choices and paths to choose from. But life has also these difficult parts wherein, you have to identify the path you are going to take, without any choices whatsoever. Some may be very joyful, while some are worth lamenting. In anyway, I know that I can perfect this test of mine, in whatever possible way. You, my teacher, will always be with me, guiding me in all the possible ways, not letting me get any zero, intervening to every obstacles and things that come my way. In You alone, my Hope is Found. You are my light, my strength, and my song. I love You God.

And yeah, this is my 123th post.