Kwentong Barbero

...or in English, Barber Stories.




Funny Story.

A while ago, a was in a barber shop having a haircut. I still loved my former haircut (for it quite resembles the haircut of the fab four, the Beatles) but since my parents really insisted me to get a haircut, I didn't have a choice anymore.

So I was there, having my most comfy seat while my hair is being cut. The folks there are listening to some local drama on  the AM radio. I used to laugh at these radio dramas (and I still do) because they're corny, and OA and, they literally say what they literally do. For example, the speaker would say, "I am walking towards the door. I am opening the door. There. I opened the door." I laugh about that all the time. The reason why many of these folks listen to the radio is because it's spoken in the dialect, so they would understand and they can comprehend what the actors are saying.

I burst in laughter when that scene came.

The story which I understood was, there was this lady who was furious of her life and that everyone disturbed her. Then there was this call. She answered the phone with lots of angry comments but was silenced when she heard her sister.

Now another scene came. There was man whose phone rang. I was literally shocked, bursting into laughter. The ring tone of that man was really familiar. That music which changed my life forever. Man, this guy likes Fireflies by Owl City. Imagine. A ringing tone that great would be featured in a local radio drama. It made my day, really. Though sadly, no one knows about that song there except me, but hey, it's Owl City!

P.S.

I do not like my new haircut.

Wait.

I never liked my haircut.

and i watched movies (part 2)

My movie craving did not stop with two movies. As what I have said in my earlier post, I watched six movies for the past days.


This post would be my reviews on: Pokemon the First Movie and Pirates of the Caribbean On Stranger Tides.

and I watched movies (Part 1)

So this past few days, I have been -- like my brother described me -- a movie buff. I have watched six different movies in weeks. Well, that's something to be proud off.

For this post, I'll be writing two of the six movies I've watch: Inception, and The Graduate.

My review for this six movies will be something different for I will not bluntly state the plot of these movies. I'll just state the salient points of them.

Brace Yourself. I'm bad at making reviews.

Bookworm Adventures

I am not a good writer. I am a terrible one. My thoughts put into words don’t even make sense at all. I am superficial and shallow, narrow-minded and trivial. Yeah, I searched the synonyms of these words to make them DEEP. Hahaha. I have to confess, I am poor in vocabulary. If you have read my whole blog, you would have only read the word, “albeit,” once [that makes it two]. I keep forgetting the meaning of that term albeit [that makes it three] I’ve been hearing that that from highfaluting people. Funny ‘cause what stays in my mind is, “I’ll bet,” so yeah.

And so we went to Pinsal Falls

I had a dream come true. It was my dream to set foot to Pinsal Falls on Sta. Maria, Ilocos Sur. This day, we went there for the first time. It was the Christmas Program of the student Council and since I am a part of that, I joined the group.

Pinsal Falls. Whoa.

It was a long and winding journey to finally go there, however, I underestimated the journey there.

Howe to really go there?

To get there, you need to get a thirty minute ride from the main road. And then, walk along that long and winding road to the falls. The rocky road would add to the difficulty of walking on the road. No permanent stairs are there so expect to be a hiker-professional to cross that road perfectly. The wild plants surrounding you and the narrow road itself would give more difficulty to the road until you see the falls itself. It does not stop there. A longer road would be the next chapter on the course. The road just got steeper this time. More rocks would come across you while you continue your way. Fortunately, to the end of the course, a fence is made and metal stairs to ease the people to go there. By this time, you’re already dead tired. There you see the welcome sign. But it does not stop there. You have to jump on big rocks to cross over them. A single mistake would cost your life so carefulness is needed.  A life and death experience would lead you to the second floor of the falls.

Or you could just get the ride, walk on the rocks beside the river, then go to the stairs which would eventually lead you safely and soundly to the second floor of the falls.

Useful Sites regarding Cell and Membrane Transport

And so I found a very useful compilation of sites in Biology. I want to thank that person who shared this online. This made my life. :D Well, kinda

Some Biological Animations

Membrane Transport (both Passive and Active Passport)

Cell Membrane Tutorial

Lab Books (Diffusion, Osmosis and the Nernst Equation)

Cell Transport

Transport In and Out of Cells

Quiz: Diffusion, Osmosis, and Cell Membranes

Diffusion, Osmosis, and Movement Across a Membrane

Of Superstitions and Circular Fruits

Happy New Year!

I was expecting the entry to 2012 to be a big bang – more than the sit com – and that it would immediately affect our lives. I as such wanted big changes this year, so as a starting point, with a snap of the fingers, I had an idea that maybe for my own sake. So this year, I tried to deviate from the silly superstitious acts to what we call reality. From polka dots to circular fruits, it was pretty funny that Filipinos, though very religious enough to the point of idolizing statues, still believe in these traditions and of luck. It came like a lightning that these beliefs, no matter how much we practice them, will never improve our lives nor give meaning to it. So I tried to my best, but still, I failed.

Traditions I consider as worthless – sorry for my term – are the loud noises, the grapes on walls, the 12 fruits, the jumps, the salts and rice, the polka dots, the circular and sticky food. Argh. Well, the loud noises apparently would drive away all the bad luck that they have. The grapes on walls, 12 fruits, salts and rice, the polka dots and the circular food would supposedly bring luck and wealth and fortune to the family. The jump would supposedly make the person taller. The sticky food would apparently make the family bond more.

But these are all fraud, coming from a person who hated superstitious beliefs. This year, as much as I wanted to kill the joy, I was outnumbered at home. They were all shaking coins and blowing their torotots around the house, opening all the doors, and jumping. Well, all of these are for money and wealth. And then we call ourselves zealous Catholics.

Laugh all you want.

Though we went to mass before these festive events, it would not suffice the event which we commemorated this day. My mother, a devout Catholic, who wore polka dots that night, did not even know why we were going to mass. For many years, we were attending the New Year’s mass. All she know was this mass was for thanksgiving for another year. Well, she may have a point there, but it’s not the main reason. She also knew that January 1 is the Holy Trinity Day. Like, WTF? I don’t really mean to be the all-knowing guy here but January 1 is the Solemnity of the Motherhood of Mary. This day is one of the three mandatory masses which Catholics need to attend aside from the Sunday masses – the two others being the Easter Sunday, and the Feast of the Immaculate Conception which is set on December 8.

But since she is my mother, I might as well forgive her. Come on! It’s the New Year’s Day!

Call me Kill Joy.

Well, I am.

For the record, though I never did those silly things, I had fun watching my father, my brother and my mother do those silly things. It was a very fun sight. It made my night. Those fireworks and fire crackers, though not much loud as last year, were already perfect for me. Since I’m a little allergic or something to the fumes of the lusis, I tried lightning one or two to be in the celebration mood. I don’t want to be 140% kill joy you know.

Anyway, the food we ate during our media noche was exquisite. It was scrumptious, delectable, all the adjectives you can think of! Trust me, my parents are good cooks. Though the wine was not that delicious, I still managed to sip a little.

Well, that’s it for the celebration for the entry of 2012. I hope this year will be a good one. Wait, let me check. A GREAT one.