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2008-05-09T08:38:00.003+08:00

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UP Admissions and the UPCAT

2008-05-09T08:36:00.001+08:00

Who is Qualified to enter the UP?

Graduates of Philippine high schools accredited by the Department of Education or secondary schools abroad may be admitted as freshmen into the University based on the following: (1) performance in the (UPCAT) ; and (2) weighted average of final grades obtained in high school. A total combined score of 1200 for the verbal and mathematics subtests in the Scholastic Aptitude Test (S.A.T) will also qualify an applicant for admission as freshman to the University.

What is the UPCAT?
The UPCAT is a five-hour examination consisting of subtests on language proficiency, reading comprehension, mathematics and science. The languages used in the UPCAT are English and Filipino.

Applicants who take the UPCAT are ranked based on their admission grades which are the combined weighted scores in the UPCAT subtests and the high school weighted average. The top-ranking applicants, based on the quota and cut-off grade set by each campus, will qualify.

For more information on the UPCAT, please contact:
The Office of Admissions
University of the Philippines
Solidor Hall, Diliman, Quezon City
Telephone Numbers: (+632) 9274561
and (+632) 9818500 loc. 3827 to 3831
email: oadms@up.edu.ph

UPCAT Online application (This site is still being developed)

Downloadable forms

- General Information
- UPCAT Form 1 (UPCAT APPLICATION FOR FRESHMAN ADMISSION)
- UPCAT Form 2 (SECONDARY SCHOOL RECORD)

Foreign Undergraduate Students
General Requirements:
A foreign applicant who graduated from a high school abroad and has not enrolled in college may be admitted to the freshman class if he meets the following requirements:

1. completion of high school program in the country where he had his secondary education (including the completion of a one- or two-year pre-university education in a country where such is a prerequisite for admission to a bachelor's degree program)

2. qualifying in a college-qualifying national or international foreign-administered examination such as General Certificate of Education (GCE) Examination and the Scholastic Aptitude Test (SAT) or equivalent examination:

• GCE: 3 ordinary level passes and 2 advanced level passes
• SAT: minimum total score of 1200
• International Baccalaureate (IB) Diploma

Foreign students may also take the UPCAT. For more information on UPCAT for Foreign Undergraduate Students, please visit the website: www.upcat.up.edu.ph

3. in the case of an applicant whose native language or whose medium of instruction in the secondary school is not English, a minimum score (500 if paper based or 173 if computer based) in the Test of English as a Foreign Language (TOEFL).

For more details, visit the UP-OUR website.

Transfer Students from other Universities and Colleges
A student with previous college work wishing to transfer to the University must satisfy University rules indicated below on admission of transfer students. There is no entrance test administered to transfer applicants.

In general, a transfer student may be admitted provided that:

(1) he can present at least 33 academic units with a general weighted average of 2.00 or better for all the collegiate academic units taken outside the University;
(2) he will have to complete, in the University, not less than 50% of the units required for his program; and
(3) the quota set by the Dean of the College concerned has not yet been filled up. Applicants will be ranked based on their general weighted average in comparison with other applicants. The cut-off average will be determined by the quota set by theDeans of the colleges/units for that particular semester.

Graduate Students
The basic requirements for admission into the programs for Master’s and Doctoral degrees are:

(1) possession of a bachelor's degree or its equivalent (degree or title) from the University or from other recognized institutions of higher learning; possession of a master’s degree or equivalent (degree or title) for applicants into the Doctoral programs.
(2) high quality and integrity of intellect.
These qualifications shall be determined through (a) examination of undergraduate credentials, (b) recommendation of two former professors and/or recognized authorities in the discipline or area of specialization, (c) character reference, and (d) interview with the applicant, or other appropriate means.

The colleges handling the desired program, may have additional requirements specific to their respective admission policies. Please inquire at the specific college for more details on admission requirements.

Foreign Graduate Students
Proof of English proficiency is required for admission to graduate studies for students whose native language is not English, except those who graduated from institutions where the medium of instruction is English. A score of at least 500 in the Test of English as a Foreign Language (Educational Testing Service, Princeton, New Jersey 08540, USA), or, in exceptional cases, an equivalent certification from a duly authorized unit in UP should be presented.

The student must submit the following requirements to the respective college offering the desired program:

(1) a formal letter of application for admission stating among others the applicant's purpose in pursuing a graduate degree and specific field(s) of interest;
(2) official transcript of academic record of undergraduate work (and graduate work, if any) - one original and two photocopies;
(3) two letters of recommendation from former professors and/or employers with their evaluation of the applicant's potential for graduate work;
(4) two copies of the duly accomplished application for admission form, including two (2) passport-size photographs;
(5) marriage contract (for married women applicants);
(6) certification of English language proficiency - TOEFL score of at least 500 or equivalent (for applicants whose native language is not English, except those who come from institutions where the medium of instruction is English);
(7) a non-refundable application fee of P100.00 for Filipino citizens, P200.00 for resident aliens, and US$25.00 for non-resident aliens.

For evaluation purposes, photocopies of records may be accepted provided they are properly authenticated (in the case of foreign applicants, by the Department of Education or by duly designated authorities in the applicant’s country).

For more information on Graduate Foreign Students, please contact:
The Office of the University Registrar
University of the Philippines
Diliman, Quezon City
Telephone Numbers: (+632) 9288369
and (+632) 9818500 loc. 4555
email: our@up.edu.ph

Nagkakiblatkiblat sa pagkabudlay

2006-08-05T09:25:00.000+08:00

The First Friday Mass

Communion... (right) Meeting w/ UP High Campus Min. Head, mdm Maglasang for info abt. their activities

making the agenda for friday's meeting... (right) The UP CM Vice Pres and the Pres!

Waaaa!!!

It is a good thing that the reservations for the big event in Lit3, the Poetry Reading w/ the theme: Kasal-anan, has already been pushed to CDMO and to the dean, I think, so the remaining work to be done is the solicitation and collection of money for the food and of course we also still have to make the lettering stuff for the decoration of the venue (NSMD lobby, Undergrad bldg 1st Floor).

Also, CAMPUS MINISTRY, just like any other organization in UPVCC, has gone very active this year. Every organization seems to have popped out of nowhere and started to be full of life and activity. We have a lot of plans in UP Campus Ministry and I still have to plan them all out carefully, which means I have to collaborate with many people in order to have the YEAR PLAN. Why am I doing this? If you still don't know, I am now the new UP Campus Ministry President. Hey, no kidding.

Things to do: decide whether we should consider solicitations
meet with the UPHigh CM and their head, Mdm Maglasang for the Campus Minsitry Acquaintance Party this Aug.18 w/ YFC at the UPHigh open stage
Collection for UP CM t-shirts deadline aug21,
PAKIGHIMAMAT at Archbishop's palace together with the Campus Ministries of other universities and colleges.
push the movement for posting of bulletin board,
assign subministries (liturgical, gospel, marian, music, dance, etc.),
contact Juncor for Marian activities,
Campus Minsitry week activities (symposium w/ Fr. Gregoire, debate on religion (maybe contact diff religions to debate on this things? or select a good topic like Da Vinci Code) Marian camp),
An honor to be representing UPVCC to the Sept 2 Celebration of the Feast Day of our Lady of Consolation and Cincture at Basilica Minore del Santo Niño. We have to take care of our streamer.
Seminar on Ethics by Fr. John on October...
Meet with the head collaborator, Mdm. Hermosa.
And many many more to come in ate Juncor's (Head of our Marian Ministry) Marian Calendar.

And now also, for MMC, i will have to be an instant dancer... and wear a really sexy attire on the auditions for a dance competition for the cookout. We have already started our practices and have settled on pop jazz... music i believe is Lanzame Los Tratos, Baby by Las Ketchup...

so look at the CM President with a daring attire!!! hahahahah!!!

Anyways... I went home late last night because we had dance practices from 6:30-9:30pm. Before that I had to meet with Fr. John and the Campus Ministry for our weekly meeting. How busy. Busy like a bee. We had our first friday mass yesterday as well (c/o Campus Ministry) at the Conference Hall during Noontime, and it went alright. MMC was the sponsor. Well it was a good thing that we were able to reserve the Conference Hall without hassle. AND DID YOU KNOW THAT NAA DID2 si UP President Emerlinda R. Roman ... as in president of the WHOLE UP SYSTEM.. no kidding! So what an honor... because I let her insert in the line for the communion! And i didn't even know siya to... hahaha... I only knew after the mass!

Nagyagaw ra ba to among songers (choir)...

Mao to cya, gabii gicyagitan entawn ko sa kalsada kay 10pm na ko nakauli... hahay... kinabuhi...

uwaw pud ko a2 da...
panagsa ra ra ba ko mauwaw na...

Fr. Gregory's First Mass at St. John, in Banawa

2006-07-24T10:37:00.000+08:00

At Brothers of St. John Center... there is always lunch after the mass.. 1st and third Sunday, there's a picnic at the Celestial Gardens, while on the 2nd and 4th, there's lunch at St. John center... anyways... this one was a big celebration since it was Fr. Gregory's First Mass...

and since Fr. John requested that we (UPVCC Campus ministry) help in the distribution of food, we were able to stay at the food corner... and eat a lot! Hahahahah! It's quite funny actually, how these past few days, we seem to be always around food. Just this Saturday we had the Acquaintance Party, (naay lechon!!!) and then the next day, at St. John (lechon na pud!)...

So much about the lechon...

here are the pictures...

Father Gregory's First MassBlessing after the massFr. Gregory
Celine (French) and Shimnek (Polish)... (dunno how to spell) they are engaged
Sisters of St. John singing "Ave Maria" during the programme after the salo2x (after the mass)
UPVCC Campus Ministry singing "Lord I lift Your Name On High"
UPVCC with Fr. Gregory
St. John Center Chapel
St. John Center
Chapel

Chapel

Prayer Room
Chapel

Celestial Gardens beside St. John
Celestial Gardens

Celestial Gardens

Kalachuchi at Celestial Gardens
Celestial Gardens

Religious Life July 21, 2006

2006-07-24T10:31:00.000+08:00

Practicing songs before the adoration

Alette talking in French, Fr. John translating in English
all about the adoration of the Eucharist

Adoration proper

UPVCC Campus Ministry after the adoration

Acquaintance Party at Park Lake Resort, Talisay July 22, 2006

2006-07-22T21:55:00.000+08:00

Ang bus...

Dagway sa mga math majors

Gwapa lagi mi oie
Akong yabs naay kabit o...
Akow... naa man gyuy di ingon ato nga mosingit... sfogs kaau...
happy lagi ko sila di...
naa gyud mi banner!
mga 4th years
c yrvin og c yabs
among hut
ako... si yabs sa kilid o cgeg singit...

Cyril, Mark and Moi!

2006-06-18T11:40:00.000+08:00

nge mao diai madugay abot tophill, pic2x pa diai

mura lagi nig poster sa usa ka movie...

hala moh kawayan lagi na background... from right: malakas and maganda

hala pole dance ni cy? mao diai ni atong surprise number pag acquaintance party?

black and white man gyud... insika pud nako dire oie.

oie asa diai ni cya na lugar?!

how swet...

Ngeks!

When you become...

2006-06-17T20:33:00.000+08:00

Too attached. I feel like I have chained myself to someone and I find it hard to let go. I know, attaching myself like this is just the same as keeping our wrists together with handcuffs. And it becomes more and more painful each day, on both parties. Yes, I am trying to put a leash on his neck, and it is strangling him. And since he's not a labrador retriever, the pressure is absolutely hurting him.

I find myself in this difficult situation. I know that I should release him and keep this thing we have easy and flowing, and not trap the poor fellow inside a cage... I wish I could loosen my grip but I find that just a hard thing to do. And I'd like to make up for the damages I've done... How? I don't know... It's really difficult when you're the emotionally dependent party.

I've always pictured myself this way, the loyal lover, "martyr" and that if this so-called love had been channeled to the God I know, I'd probably become a saint, or pessimistically, a creepy religious fanatic.

Anyways... My mom has become quite annoyingly nosy about my where-abouts. She wants me home early always... I'm really not used to going home early! It's just my own nature and I can't blame anyone else but myself. I love staying out of the house until dark... I'm upset not about the whole idea about my mother monitoring my every move outside the house, it's just that I'm upset because her reason it's "dangerous out there" or I might "get kidnapped and raped then killed"... I'm upset because I am perfectly confident that that is never going to happen to me. And I can't convince her because I can't tell her my reasons...

I'm safe, partly because I trust that God would never let that happen to me, :), and second, somebody is always there at my side to protect me. But I can't tell her that because she'll ask who...

I've been really guilty about not letting my 'rents know... I'm not letting them know because they don't understand... Urgh, don't even dare to tell me this line :"You haven't tried so how the hell do you know they don't understand you?" Well, they just don't. Period.

They'd tell me I'm too young. Oh right, I was sixteen when we started it... And Catholic/Christian books even encourage dating at age 13! So how can I be too young. I know I love the guy. At this age, I think I know what love is... And I know that we love each other, and you may call me foolish. But I've never been confident of anything else in the world all my life.

And this relationship, nobody really thought it'd last, but hey take a look, it's almost a year and we're still going strong. I just think it's a great match, he would never hurt me and I can never dare to hurt him either. And if you use the reason that relationships should be towards marriage, well I tell you as early as now we're heading towards that... We've got plans, we've talked about that... I find that it is actually better this way, that we start early so we'd get to know each other better, grow together, and actually prepare ourselves for that one sacrament, our common goal.

So you say I might get pregnant, believe me, I promise I won't, at least not until after marriage. We've talked about sex, and we're open about it. And we are not about do it. Hey, believe me.

And it hasn't ruined my studies either. I know my grades decreased but it was never because of him. The reason was that I'm too lazy to get up early in the morning, or just plainly too lazy to attend class. It was all my fault. And I can't blame anyone else but myself. Everybody know I've got tendencies of procrastinating so it's not really a surprise.

I don't know when I'll find the guts to finally open up to my 'rents......................

Maybe I'll tell them when I've graduated, and proved everything that it was never wrong, has never been wrong. I'll tell them when I've graduated on time, with honors, and still a virgin.

Perhaps that's just what I'll do...

Although I admit I might not be able to keep it a secret all in several years........ and I know i've got to talk to my 'rents about it out of love for the guy...

And perhaps I just might one of these days..........................

I've got a vanity picture too

2006-05-12T18:57:00.000+08:00

Hello there. Long time no posts. I never knew that in AS there are many couples who make out. (And I thought... were the only ones....)! Anyways... the guard, who happens to be my friend, told me so. Yeah, and those janitors are pretty damn good at sneaking. So maybe sometime, i'm going to have to post a warning for love birds. Oh well, the only thing you've got to worry about in AS (if you have plans of making out) would be the thought that people are watching you doing circus tricks with your partner. But even if you get caught by the sneaky guards and janitors, you won't be reported to the dean... or whatever... So, you can go ahead. They call the kissing scenes "sustansya sa mata" and they think it's good for them to see these everyday so they won't feel sleepy. You're doing them good if you make out, ok, that's a point we (guards and I) are raising. :D Might post some tips and tricks to lessen chances of getting caught later...

Here are vanity pictures.

Wall Paper sized (1024x768)

And here are some pictures I took before that I just edited.
White ground orchid:

A white orchid...(aerial)

And a yellow orchid (ok I didn't mean to make you feel stupid... i just didn't know what else to call it...)

Hahahah

2006-04-20T13:56:00.000+08:00

lake.class

Puffy eyes

2006-03-29T08:06:00.000+08:00

In a state of sobriety and while applying both ice and warm water on my eyes in remedy to my bulbous eye bags, I thought of how you said I waste your time. It hurts to think you might already be sleeping and you have forgotten about our fight and how I had cried like I've never had before. I thought of how much I love you that even if you make me cry a thousand times more, I can never really leave you. What's my secret? I just think of all our happy times and I realize that it would be a serious waste if I just let you go.

What hurts the most is that I love you very much but you hurt me back. Why do you let me cry alone? Why won't you comfort me?

And why do I tolerate the sadness?

I lay down on the bed with the wet warm hanky on my eyes and the wet cold sock on my hand. I started to think again of the times when I arrive at school and you would welcome me in your arms. You would hug me, and kiss me, and smile...

And I sobbed and cried even if I made efforts to hold back the tears. I don't care anymore if you hurt me badly. I'm going to stay. No matter what happens.

And then all I can think of doing is to hug you the following morning, and beg you to love me tenderly...

Please do...

My HUMPS... Brokeback Mountain Style...

2006-03-17T21:03:00.001+08:00

Urgh... I have no humps... no butt... I only have the three B's (beauty, brains and boobs) but never mind... I used to hate this song entitled "My Humps" but after watching this video I got LSS... couldn't take the song off my head... I sing it everywhere and everytime!

The first time I watched this was last Sunday night, when Geoff and Reina stayed overnight (awake all night long) at my place... so, well, before we went serious making our research paper, we had fun with this. Ok... I was stopping myself from screaming and only was successful halfway. I couldn't stop opening my mouth, and at least succeeded from not letting any sound escape. I was pleading Geoff and Reina to let me roll on the floor, because rolling on the bed simply won't get me satisfied... I was lusting for boy-to-boy action! And Brokeback mountain is the ideal movie to watch...

I wish I watched it on the big screen!!!! But I failed to.. so this is what I watch every night after Sunday night... I hope you enjoy:

My HUMPS... Brokeback Mountain Style...

2006-03-17T21:03:00.000+08:00

Let's talk about sex

2006-03-08T20:33:00.000+08:00

Ooh nice title, eh? Sex. Now this should be interesting. I might or might not share my own experiences regarding this one. Mind you, I'm still a virgin, all right? Whether or not technical, well I claim to be one. But I can be a temptress if I choose to, so watch out. Guys, keep your arousals to yourselves, and girls, don't get all "jellied"... I know, I know, I'm so gifted down the front. But enough of that.

I am supposed to be typing the first draft of my research paper on the psychological uncomfortability of women patients undergoing vaginal examinations, inspired by Henslin and Biggs' article, "The Sociology of Vaginal Examinations." I was trying to get info regarding this matter, and then I found some interesting sites.

Allow me to make a diversion. There was this lady around 48 yrs old whom I interviewed. I had to go to that scary hospital for that. I'm sure she underwent vaginal exams. Well, they say say she's a mistress of this guy who left his condom lost inside her. I tried to get the truth out of her stinking mouth but I don't think she'll ever tell me what really happened to her. She's sick right now. Or maybe even dying, and the root cause is just libido... ooh, what people do just for sex. You know, I really don't blame her. Sometimes, you have these uncontrollable urges, especially if you're young, like me. She's not young, but I understand.

I found this site tonight. www.hobrad.com It's a collection of passages from the bible that contains sexuality and related issues. Well, there was this passage that spoke of Jesus saying "there's no marriage in heaven." This worried me. If you know of transitivity, if the bible says no sex outside marriage, then there definitely isn't any sex in heaven.

I don't think heaven would be heaven if there's no sex. What kind of pleasure do you get in heaven? Is it pleasure that's more pleasurable than orgasm? I'm not supposed to compare spirituality and very physical things like sex, but this is bothering, really really.

After reading that, I realized how short life is going to be, especially if you die from some unforseen circumstances. Sex is supposed to be one of the most pleasurable things you can ever taste in your whole life, and sometimes, some people don't get to experience it because they die. I would never want to die a virgin.

Now I'm worried. I'm writing this right now but what if I sleep and never wake up? What if tomorrow I get hit by truck as I cross the street? Or get stabbed by a man running amok? Or killed by a landslide originating from the mountains of central Cebu? And then if ever one of these things happens, then I will never ever have the chance to have sex... ever... That's enough to depress me, and even if I go to heaven, I won't be happy, because that is simply very unfair to my physical body.

It's worldly, but we're living in this world. And we're going to leave soon. What I hate most here on earth is that we're always preparing to die, to face Judgement day and we forget about life, and the things this world offers us. You know, like sex.

It's sad to think about how the society has labeled sex as something taboo. Why? I would be committing the fallacy of false analogy if I compare lust with gluttony. I don't think too much sex is unhealthy, just like too much eating which leads to obesity. I mean, sex should be akined to exercise, since both are physically strenuous. Oh c'mon, sex is healthy. But no, in this world, we have to avoid talking about sex. We have to avoid doing sex, especially if we're young. (What's the use of the "lunar cycle?" Condoms anyone?)And since talk about sex and related issues are considered out of the norms, we women have to experience these unnecessary psychological uncomfortabilty while undergoing vaginal exams.

If sex wasn't treated as something taboo, there would be a lesser number of women dying from reproductive health diseases. There would be an earlier detection of ovarian and cervical cancers because women won't be threatened by the thought of exposing their vaginas to gynecologists.

If sex wasn't treated as something taboo, there would be lesser obese people on earth. People would eat less because more of the appetite feeds the libido. And there would be pressure in staying sexy. And if everyone has sex at least twice a week, we would all be healthier (sex can prevent painful menstruation and menopause, believe me!) since having sex is like going to the gym!

See? Sex has so many advantages!!! That's why it's sad to think that I'm going to marry when I'm 26, so I still have 9 years to go before experiencing that lovely thing. And I might die early, and I can never have sex anymore...

Isn't that totally sad?

eww

2006-03-02T11:54:00.000+08:00

why does it have to be you? why do you have to "fall in love" with me? SUS oie...sa tanan taw ngano ikaw pa man gyud. di pa gyud ka gwapo. lagi, bryt ka pero abno man sad. mahadlok man sad ko nimo kay anak ka sa college secretary ug sa phyics professor...ngee... pwede si heinrich nlang ang macrush nako? kay maflattered pa ko. kaysa ikaw, nainsulted ang akong beauty. yeah i appreciate it, but you're not my type!

Sorry

2006-02-15T20:41:00.000+08:00

I

Dear friend, hope you’d listen
I guess I hurt you again
And now I wonder
If you’d finally make it end

Pre chorus:

But I’d hold on tight
‘Coz I love you still
And you know I guess
That I’d always will

Chorus:

You know there’s nothing sweeter than
The patience that you show me
That is why now it’s my turn
To tell you that I’m sorry
I’m so sorry, so sorry

II

I hope you’d forgive me
For the thousandth time
I’d be glad just to
See you smile

Pre chorus:

I wanna hug you tight
And I love you still
I promise you that
I always will

Coda:

And I beg of you
Please don’t say good-bye
‘Coz friend if you’d go away
Then I would surely die
I’m so sorry, So sorry
Forgive me, I’m sorry
So sorry… Sorry…

On valentines day...

2006-02-14T21:33:00.000+08:00

To Serene: Thanks for reminding me that I have a friend who loves me a lot. I love you too.
To JP: Thanks for the compliments; you made me feel good tonight without knowing! :D And I think I'll be able to sleep well.

Thanks to the two of you... I hope you find your special partners.

To Mark: I'm very sorry about today. You've been kind, and I've been bad. Please forgive me. All I want to do now is hit my head on something hard but on the second thought you wouldn't want me to do that... It will be hard to accept that you're not at all romantic, but in time I will learn to understand that you're not Mr. Perfect, and you can't be everything I have ever dreamt of. But don't be sad... because I love you still. And I love you more... i always will...

Break from Pandemonium

2006-02-12T20:41:00.000+08:00

February 4. UP Cebu (noon)—The scorching heat of the sun penetrated through the crevices between the acacia leaves and blazed at the group of BS Math students huddled in a hubbub under the canopy for shade. A rare and almost complete assembly of the block, the tired UPians lingered at the Gaisano tambayan to wait for the debutant whose 18th birthday celebration she had decided to be held at the beach. One of students tried entertaining the rest by strumming the strings of a guitar, the only portable musical instrument known to the crowd, but the crazed menagerie went on with the deafening noise of nonsensical conversations that were held within small sub clusters. One could see, every few seconds, the back of the hand or a handkerchief motioned to the direction of a person’s face to wipe sweat that was forming droplets on the forehead.

The overall smells of the shady area were the scent of salt emanating from the evaporating sweat and a bit the reeking of the stench from urine deposited either by a dog or a human being hours past. The mixed odors seemed to have gotten fixed on everyone’s noses since it lingered on until the celebrant arrived two hours later, bringing the provisions, and until the group situated themselves inside a V-Hire that would transport them to the sea, where a stronger smell of salt can be sensed.

The journey to the sea was filled with sheer longing of a get-away experience. Mactan Island loomed at their vision as the van climbed its way up the first bridge. The sight of Cebu Channel, separating the two islands, was a sheer satisfaction, the first body of water the group has seen since who knows when. The still, calm fluid of vibrant blue where ships can be seen floating, reflected the sky that promised a good weather. Discussions filled the air about the final decision of destination. Even the driver joined in the exchange of opinions and shared his views regarding practical ways to buy additional food and offered advice regarding an independent, V-Hire-free trip back to Cebu.

Finally, at approximately 3pm, the van entered a seemingly very rural area, where coconut trees dotted the land. It signaled the beginning of the ends of the island, the seas. Once at the sea, the college students settled and no longer acted like primates in the safari during a hot summer’s day, but instead absorbed the absence of professors, quizzes, exams and assignments. It was a “break from pandemonium” according to a classmate while looking far at the horizon, where one can make out the faint silhouette of the fogged ragged mountains of Bohol that zigzagged horizontally along the view.

Several cottages dotted the area that seemed to be living up to its reputation, being called “Rock Island.” There was no shore, only a sudden break of land, a rocky cliff where the two forms of matter meet. The turbulent waves splashed mightily against the rocks as if trying to propose a war, wanting to claim territory on land, desiring to break free from limitations, just like the students.

Even with the stubbornness of the huge waves waging a constant battle against the rocky end of the island, the determination of the students to break away and escape from the “chaotic world enclosed inside the university walls” was too strong to just be pushed around by the tides. Instead of limiting themselves inside the cottage just eating until the ants bit their feet, the students partied and held pictorial sessions while on the sea’s waters from 3:30pm to 6pm, the hour that meant sunset, the signaling of good-bye to the peace and serenity the seas offered and the reminder for the students to greet back the world of numbers and hectic schedules. And then finally the sun wore down the west, together with the fun and the energy and the break from pandemonium.

Another one of those ridiculous "visions"

2006-01-26T06:56:00.000+08:00

I don't know why I dreamt of Jesus once. But now I've dreamt of him the second time. I assure you though that this one is a more serious business, and the atmosphere was darker than the first dream.

It all started when a question was popped in the air. I can't really remember what the question was but I'm sure that the resulting issues were about history, legend, and the end of the world. (?)

Well, I can remember that I was in CIC, my former school,and it was nighttime. I was on the grounds with some other people (?), although I'm not sure because they might have been prophets, angels, or something else. I think Jesus was with us at that time, and then somebody asked that question.

Jesus answered with his version of human history which has some Anne Rice-y legend twist to it. Well he flew to the blue roof, right of the chapel. I saw that on the grounds, people had organized a Sinulog Event. They were dancing and were carrying the image of Sto. Niño. Jesus, on the roof, looked like a knight in the medieval times. He wore a chain mail, plus those metal armors people used to wear over chain mails. He wore that skirt like leather bottom, and boots. More or less, he was wearing stuff in the shade of gold. He also had this golden sword with him.

Then with a booming voice, he told us his side of the story. He said that long ago, humans discovered that they have this certain "thirst" they have to quench. It seemed as though humans were born evil. More or less, you can say that this "thirst" was the physical thirst for blood, but it could metaphorically be something else. Then he told us that he had always been there, looking at people, and sometimes he was right at the scene. But he remained unnoticed.

Because of this so-called thirst, humans sought refuge to the Sto. Niño... That's what Jesus explained as he was on the roof. And then the scene focused on the Sinulog dance that seemed like a menagerie. Jesus, then, said that the Sto. Niño is not him. (?) From his place on the roof, he magically stripped off the Sto. Niño's majestic clothes to reveal a girl...

The Sto. Niño isn't Jesus because it was a girl playing along after all. The girl was thin, dressed in white, and her hair neatly kept in a bun. The dance wasn't stopped even with this discovery. The girl was gone in a matter of minutes. Maybe she fled.

And then the people's attention turned into a portrait of Jesus. They reasoned that if the Sto. Niño wasn't Jesus, surely this portrait should be now. So they took this portrait, some oil pastel on canvas i think, and did sinulog with this.

Then Jesus, to my second surprise, announced again that the portrait isn't him. In fact, the person on the portrait bore a huge resemblance to the man who was dancing in front, wearing blue. He suddenly became nervous and confused when he noticed that he was wearing the same blue shirt as the portrait.

Since the world is so twisted, God the Father decided to end it all. So from heaven, a written document was thrown to earth, with Jesus in charge of it. It says there, in cryptic writing, that we can do whatever we please, and he gives us all resources to do whatever we want to do that might make us feel better and more accomplished since we will all die soon.

This time I was at home. I tried to spread the word to people that the World will soon end. I don't know how they reacted to it though. So then I set to work and thought of the things I wanted to do before I died. I thought of my friends and thought about their wishes. I thought of Karren, whom I haven't seen for months, and I thought of serene. I decided that Serene needs a break from Romo and that Romo should inform Serene what he had felt for her before we all die without knowing.

Suddenly the phone rang and Serene was on it, and she was crying. She was so touched with what Romo did. Romo seemed to have called her on the phone and explained and told her how he felt for her. I think he kind of said that he did like Serene at some points, and Serene felt so emotional that time... I knew God's magic worked. But I didn't tell Serene that it was my idea why Romo called. I didn't want to spoil her fun so I didn't tell her the world was going to end soon...

It's not happily ever after after all...

2006-01-21T06:38:00.000+08:00

I had to face an overwhelming fact overnight, the fact that nothing lasts forever. I am disappointed that you have to love me conditionally. It dawned on me that this paradise I am living in with you could just be temporary. I believed all along that it was happily ever after... but maybe that does not exist.

So now I see things differently. Each smile can never become perpetual, each embrace not eternal. Someday, these things will fade away, your company, your love, our friendship. Someday, you will leave. That's a fact.

There's nothing else I can do but prepare myself for that dreadful estrangement so that when that time comes, I'll be ready to let you go. I have to condition myself to be in my right mind to thank you for the good times and the valuable lessons we shared and learned.

All I can do now is savor each moment that we're together and remind myself that this thing can never be for forever. A kiss would both be the happiest and saddest experience... And a hug: "how long will this end?" Everyday gets closer to death. Every sunset is dread.

It's hard to feel happy when you know someday this will all be over.

But I wish I'm wrong...

And I wish you'd be the one who'll prove it.

A premiere to my dream

2006-01-20T20:18:00.000+08:00

Ok... it's really weird. It must be because I just watched the movie Joan of Arc--last night I dreamt of Jesus. There were only the two of us in that place... it was dark... nice lighting... if I took a photograph of him there, the photo would've been a great take... he was handsome, a bit of a mixture of the Joan of Arc Jesus and the Jesus you see in the three o'clock prayer posters. He was wearing that white robe and a red cloth draped obliquely from his shoulder down the thigh, you know, his usual costume.

and then we were talking... can't really remember how the conversation started but I’m sure that thing was no vision... nor revelation... and right now I’m prepared to think it wasn't really Jesus, it must have been the devil in disguise.

Anyways, he was the one steering the conversation, and it reached the topic of penises. He said something like we all should love penises because they're quite lovable... and that they're the beautiful things that make girls pregnant... he then commanded me to tell him that I want his penis, which I did tell him, but I was confused as to why I should... then he told me to give him a blowjob...

so I knelt, and hesitantly licked his dick once... it erected... and then I licked it reluctantly the second time, and then on the third lick I knew there was something going on that was really wrong...

At that time, I knew the whole thing was twisted.. I was thinking of a reason why I should give him a blowjob when in fact I haven't given anyone else one! So I pushed him hard even though I knew he was more powerful than I am... I didn't care if he was some omnipotent God that I have to respect... I pushed him away and ran... and then I knew by that time I was damned... I fell into darkness and plunged into an underground world... did God condemn me for not following his will of giving him a blowjob? Maybe, because he made me fall into that pit.

I landed safely on a civilization underworld... it seemed quite normal though only that it seemed a bit like Narnia mixed with The Island. Well, it was kind of stated in my dream that if you fall into that pit today, then spend positive infinity years there, and then go back to the real world, the date would still be today. But it was also kind of stated that the chances of landing there and getting back to the real world was one over infinity... or close to zero...

The whole thing was only a building.. Then before I knew what was happening I was "assigned" to an unfurnished room painted white. rules were that I was not to go out of the room, not to socialize with the other "residents" and that I am not supposed to bring anything from the real world. Then someone else was assigned with me to that room. A kind girl who must have met the same unlucky fate as I did. I failed to ask her if she met Jesus along the way. She must have just fallen into the pit.

The room was simple yet large, the four walls in equal measure. Imagine yourself inside a huge cube. Anyways, the girl and I decided to decorate the room and furnish it. So we (I don't know how we did) ordered furniture’s from the real world to be delivered there. When the furniture’s got delivered, we busied ourselves with arranging them. After the sofa and the bed were situated at the right places, I fussed on a box containing glassware’s. There were glass plates and wine glasses. I was examining one wine glass when I heard a knock on the door.

At that time I panicked. If I opened the door, the person knocking would know that I had broken the third rule, and talking to that person would mean breaking the second rule! I didn't know what to do... but finally I opened it just to allow myself to peep outside. I saw a corridor, and across my door was another door. There were doors to the left and to the right. The people then saw what was inside my room and they commented on how beautiful it was, with all the furniture and decorations. Then one of them suggested that maybe I had some furniture delivered from the real world, so they went and called authority.

A beautiful Caucasian with blonde hair and in her early thirties arrived, with some other authority looking persons. she reprimanded and reminded me of the rules... I just let all her words pass from one ear to the other... I was looking at her and tried hard to recall from where I’d seen her in the real world. She seemed to look so familiar...

And in between one of her sentences, I exclaimed "Aha! So that's why you're so pretty... you're that world rank 6 swimsuit model I saw in the Internet!"... She was shocked about me mentioning the internet, as it is something from the real world. Her expression changed to denial... then to capitulation... and finally she said that yes, she had in fact been a model, and that modeling is no longer part of her life, because that belonged to the real world. She had no plans of returning... she also said that she arrived in that place in 1999... I figured that if she changed her mind, she'd arrive in the real world still in 1999...

And then they allowed me to go back to the real world... I came back to the place behind our house in Cagayan de Oro... the end..

There’s another dream...

I was dreaming that Christale and this girl (I forgot who) came to me and said they've found a picture of me with long hair. they were scanning through my picture albums... they showed the picture to me... I indeed had long hair in that picture... in fact my hair was very straight and beautiful (like the ones shown in shampoo commercials on TV) and long up to my waist. in my dream it reminded me of mark's ultimate crush...in fact, I kind of looked like her there... and I thought of showing the picture to mark, just to show him how I’d look like with beautiful long hair. But even in my dream I could not remember my hair growing to be that long... I can only remember it to reach almost 6 inches below my shoulder... The end...

:D

Another Set of photography

2006-01-18T20:54:00.000+08:00

You can view my photos in here. Anyways, here are some samples:

1. 2.
3. 4.
5. 6.

1. small multi-colored flowers in Fort San Pedro
2. leaf with raindrops in Tambuli Beach Resort
3. leaf with raindrops in Fort San Pedro
4. white flower in Tambuli Beach Resort
5. rock in my backyard
6. view of the sunset at Punta Princessa (Lourdes Parish)

Photo

2006-01-18T20:51:00.000+08:00

This photo has been selected to be semi-finalist (automatically becomes finalist) to the International Open Amateur Photography Contest...

Smile

2006-01-18T20:49:00.000+08:00

The little things you do
are what pleases me
those that you think don't matter
but which i cannot live without
because they never fail to let me smile

what is sweeter than
the "i love you" line
you tell me daily?
or the billion kisses
you never fail to plant
on my cheeks and forehead
while i close my eyes and smile?

what is brighter than
the smile you flash at me?
that's the first thing i see
whenever we meet
or the way you hold my hand
and see to it i hold yours
the same way, too
and i smile whenever i do

what is lovelier than
your voice that sings to me
while we walk hand in hand
or how you pinch my cheek
and remind me that i'm yours
and you are mine
as i smile all the while

what is more comforting than
the arms you put around my shoulder
or the assurance that you'll never leave
and your chest that serves as my pillow
where i rest myself and relax
and i smile myself to sleep

what is more touching than
the glitter in your eyes
when you ask for me to stay
and the tears of joy that easily drop
down your cheeks to the ground
when i tell you and show you
as i smile i will...

what is more charming than
the way you hold out your hand to help
and the way you pull me with it
then keep me in an almost
never ending embrace
that keeps me in an also perpetual smile

these are the things
that nothing can beat
nothing can match
the things i can't let a day pass without
the things that i will surely miss
your smile, your kiss
your soft touch, your tears
and as i write this
i smile...

confessions of a little princess china doll

2005-12-14T20:55:00.000+08:00

i'd feel really good when i feel special,
or when i know that someone cares about me very much.

that is why i seek attention... your attention.
and when my face tells you to leave me alone,
that's the time when i need you most.
that's the time when i want to be in your arms,
and just absorb your presence.
that's the time when i secretly wish
you'd insist on staying by my side...
and that's the time when i just want
to rest my head on your chest
while listening to your heartbeat
and hear you whisper to me tender words of love...

sometimes my deceiving eyes tell you to go away,
but deep inside i scream for you to embrace me
i just couldn't tell you, for my mouth doesn't open
give me warmth, it wants to say... hug me tight as i shed
my empty tears of bitter self-centeredness and conceit...

i want you to wrap your arms around me when i'm silent
as i always am, 'm just a doll,
lips drawn to perfection by the Artist
then ask me why, touch my face, run a finger on my lips...
i stare into space, which is what i normally do
and dwell on my desires and hopes for you
i want you to ask me what i am thinking,
but don't expect any answer because i'm not thinking,
i'm just hoping you'd ask though...
i'm just waiting to know that you notice...
inform me that you care...
tell me that you love me very much...

you might seem to think i am deeply troubled
as i pretend to be
with eyebrows close together
as my Manufacturer wants
you ask me what my problem is
do i have a defect?
i would stare at you silently
as dolls don't talk
even if we do
i wouldn't move my lips
i don't have any answer...
in truth my defect is an abnormal attraction to you
and a strong passion for your attention
so that when you come up to me
and continuously inquire
as i continuously hope you would
i'd finally manage to make you understand
that there is "nothing"
because it's true
by then it'd be true
there'd be nothing anymore
because it had been solved
because you'd given me a bit of your time
in inquiry, in solo dull
conversation with your doll

when my commercials recommend
you to take good care of yourself
and not mind me
in my mind,
i wish...
that you'd insist
on taking care of me
treat me like i'm fragile
because i am

i play different roles
in the store when you didn't come yet
to take me home with you
i show to the costumers my independence
my fear of nothing, my optimism
my pride, my negligence and insensitivity
and you found me
and you took me home
and you examined me
you knew me
and discovered i wasn't perfect
but loved me anyway
you showed me the trip to the store
was worth it
so i choose to show you my weakness

i choose to show you
the fragile china doll that i am
the red cheeks painted to imply shyness
the flimsy cloth that covers my porcelain skin
the delicate rose petals on my hair
that is all i am
i showed all to you
because i know
you'd take good care of me
so i won't break
because i know
you have placed me
in a cushioned room
that fills your whole heart
and i am so thankful

so thankful that
in case
just in case i break
i shatter
then at least i will crumble
and get buried in the deepest recesses
of the heart that had given me
everything i needed
it'd be my fault...
but it wouldn't hurt much
because i know
i'd remain
in that heart that sheltered me
when i was that little princess china doll
i know
that i'd remain to be
that faithful toy that kept you company
that precious thing you valued
that which you loved above all the rest

how i wish
that, like a child
you would look back
and smile at the times
when you played with my hair
and fussed and cussed
when you found out about
the crease on my dress
you wouldn't forget
you would remember me
and you might
try to find ways to restore me
and mend the friendship
that only owner and toy can ever share

take care of me
i am your little princess china doll...
i am here, all made of delicate porcelain
i am here,
wanting to capture your attention
spend time with me
play with me and
stay with me
i am your little princess china doll

Rubbish and a load of dung

2005-11-01T08:32:00.000+08:00

I can sense something pyscho in my brain
And I don't know whether I'm still sane
Is this what people call paranoia
Or just a severe case of egomania?

Listening to the other side of the story
Doesn't make things sound better for me
Nothing changes the fact that I felt alone
No one bothers; no one listens to my moan

Why can't people just loosen their grasp?
Or is it I who shouldn't tighten the clasp?
What if I make him feel all of my pain?
Would he finally understand what made me insane?

There's no one who can help me with my grief
I don't even know where I can get relief
I hate what I'm doing now, it sounds all corny
And I know I shouldn't plunge in self pity

Yeah, to make this all simple so no one's hurt
Except for me coz I'm of no worth
I'll let them be, and I will see
Who in the end will get the victory

My evolution... er... retrograde motion

2005-10-30T07:21:00.000+08:00

Notice the pictures! I'm starting to look younger each take... Am I just paranoid because I'm going to be seventeen within less than 3 months?

Take a good look.

The first one was probably taken sometime in january this year... the second, in february and the third in march.

And then here are the most recent! (in chronological order)

Who am I? ... based on personality tests...

2005-10-19T09:03:00.000+08:00

Here are the results from similarminds.com

Personality Disorder Test Results

Paranoid		34%
Schizoid		58%
Schizotypal		62%
Antisocial		70%
Borderline		26%
Histrionic		78%
Narcissistic		70%
Avoidant		34%
Dependent		42%
Obsessive-Compulsive		38%

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ESTP - "Promotor". Action! When present, things begin to happen. Fiercely competitive. Entrepreneur. Often uses shock effect to get attention. Negotiator par excellence. 4.3% of total population.

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Main type	Variant

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Enneagram Test Results

Type 1	Perfectionism	40%
Type 2	Helpfulness	40%
Type 3	Image Awareness	86%
Type 4	Sensitivity	30%
Type 5	Detachment	46%
Type 6	Anxiety	46%
Type 7	Adventurousness	50%
Type 8	Aggressiveness	60%
Type 9	Calmness	70%

Your main type is 3
Your variant is sexual

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Who Am I?

2005-10-16T21:29:00.000+08:00

Who Am I?

There are many things in this world that can define a person. They may vary according to his race, gender or social status. They differ from each individual to another. They may occasionally demonstrate similarities among people, but what they clearly show is not our likeness, instead, our discrete qualities, our uniqueness. Our uniqueness proves our being a human individual, both in the scientific and the social sense. In science, our DNA provides evidence for our distinctiveness for no two individuals carry exactly the same composition. Socially, we are all different because we occupy different points on the sociological plane. Our surroundings identify us because they are our basis in determining our locus. And since we live in a three dimensional world, I believe there must be three coordinates that can help define who I am; my past, present and future.

My history is inclusive of all my past and present interactions. What better idea is there to start with than the family? There is none, I believe, and even the bible agrees. Jesus once said in the gospel according to Matthew that “every sound tree bears good fruit, but the bad tree bears evil fruit. A sound tree cannot bear evil fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit.” The way my parents brought me up plays a very big role in defining me. They did most of the sculpting in shaping me to my present form. They are the trees where I, the fruit, came from.

I have an absentee father who works in Saudi Arabia. I look up to him and obey each word he says. This is good because he does not demand much aside from some implied expectations of academic excellence. Quite the contrary, my mother is the ever-present figure in the household. In my nuclear family, no one can dare to do mischief. We were trained to listen to our conscience that is why even if we are granted liberty, we do not abuse that gift and toe the line. I have two older brothers but both are silent, introverted young men. Because I spent most of my time with these two boys, I have grown to be more masculine than feminine.

We used to live in Cagayan de Oro but since my family values ties and relationships, we moved to Cebu where our grandparents live. Holding little reunions in the weekends, we usually meet with relatives and the children are given a chance to play with their cousins. Religion is also valued but not forced upon. Education is another story.

Education is the top priority in the family. That is why I was sent to private schools. First, I went to an exclusive girl’s school in Cagayan de Oro in my pre-elem years. Then, in Cebu, I stayed in another girl’s school where discipline was of high regard. The school became a major part of life because there is nothing else to do but school, and I was constantly reminded of that at home. My mother demands excellence in the field while my father implies. My pride is obsessed with intelligence. The ego was my driving force in achievement.

With regards to education, I do not believe in Machiavelli's statement that the end justifies the means. For in this particular case, I am an achievement-oriented individual. I value learning more than grades. Somehow being achievement-oriented made me the procrastinator that I am today. I refuse to work on tasks assigned to me when I find them stupid, or when I find that they are not healthy to the intellect. This also leads me to egoism. I do not do tasks which are not beneficial to me. I do not know if being achievement-oriented and egoistic is disadvantageous. I graduated without honors because of that but I learned more than those who did.

I always seemed to merge friends with academics. I am choosy when it comes to friends. I usually go with the intellectual. All we do is talk about school. I consider friends as learning partners. I do not care about having a social life because I have adopted the French saying "school is life and life is school." I guess I lived in this world just to study. That is why I consider joining organizations quite a waste of time. Even when circumstances of having to join are inevitable, I still do not affiliate myself with large organizations. Instead, I make my own organizations that become inactive within a month. I like to be President because I can set the rules. I don’t want to be a just a plain member because I will have to follow rules. I am rebellious and I hate rules.

And because I love studies, my interests would fall mainly on the academic plane. Aside from that, I usually like things which are not liked by other people. I have a dying desire to be unique. I am frequently being attacked by evil judgments, those done by the mundane. I am hurt all the time because I make it a point to stand out. I feel the pain of having the strength to resist the norm. I carry the burden of holding the determination to be different.

I am an obsessive individual. I become easily obsessed with something I find myself interested in. My pride does not also permit me to be interested in things which it knows I may never excel in. That is why I am really not used to not excelling. Of all things I hate, it is probably mediocrity I can never find myself bearing with. I do not hate it when it appears in other people, but when I find it in me, the thought of it is enough to drive me mad. Because of my passion to excel in fields in which I find the liking, my hobby-oriented interests become skill-oriented ones. When something becomes my hobby, it becomes my obsession and then becomes my skill. In example, I have always found an undying devotion to math. I become so obsessed with math that even in the bathroom I think of it. In severe cases of my obsession, I dream of numbers. Math becomes my life for a while until the point where I know I am the best at it. Then I become satisfied. Usually, I find competition healthy, but I make it a point that I only compete when victory is sure to be attained. In piano recitals for example, I choose pieces which are flashy so that even if I am not chosen to be the finale, the audience will think I am the best. I do not mind if people will think I'm a braggart because I am aware that they know I have something to brag about.

Unlike other people who are only devoted to a particular thing, I am again different in a way that I can be obsessed with several things at one time. My weekly schedule can be so hectic it can include piano and math practices everyday after class, a math training on Saturday morning, a piano lesson on a Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning, and a French class on a Sunday afternoon. Socialization is out of question. I deprived myself of that in my early years. I make sure that I keep in touch with what’s currently happening, though, and I have surprisingly remained quite talkative and jolly. I have come to a conclusion that I can multi-task. This is a good ability because it permits me to watch TV while studying, or to do my math assignment while listening in English class but still get both jobs well done. It also permits me to excel in many things at one time.

Multi-tasking is a part of me. It affects everything, down to personality. In Sigmund Freud’s theories on techniques of ego defense mechanisms, I can relate to not one, but many of these. When I can’t achieve something, at first I use denial in fantasy. At least, even if it’s only in my fantasies, I was able to be the person I wanted to be. Also, I guess my uniqueness is brought about by my bouts of asceticism, in which I deprive myself of all the pleasures that most teenagers are enjoying. I just really want to be different, and I fear getting labeled as typical. I consider it an honor to be called weird. The most frequent defense mechanism I use is compensation. If I can’t be good at something, then I’ll settle on excelling at something else. Because I can’t be like the typical teenage girl, I work hard to become a weirder individual. Of all defense mechanisms, the one I cannot imagine myself with is turning against the self. I am almost narcissistic. I love myself so much that I cannot find myself engaging in activities which might hurt me. Take for example the complex activity called love. I take for granted people who love me and I might not be able to love them back as much. This is because I am afraid that if I love them and they leave, I will just be hurt. But now I can say that I am learning how to love. This leads to a complication in my personality because I have not fully changed. Right now I have contrasting traits. There are things I know I need to change but my pride would not let me. I used to be insensitive to the needs of others and totally self-centered up until today. At some points I can be hopelessly altruistic. I find myself surrendering to the needs of the poor and giving alms at the streets or crying upon hearing stories of poverty. At times I am very sensitive, especially to particular persons. I am most sensitive when my ego is stepped upon. I guess that is the most delicate part of me.

Another thing is that even if I do deprive myself of socialization, I am still overly-friendly. I cannot identify myself according to Carl Jung’s personality types because I feel that at one time I am an introvert and an extrovert at another. I can be totally accommodating to my friends and be perfectly taciturn to strangers. I can even identify myself with both Amadeus Mozart and Frédéric Chopin, two perfectly different individuals. I am Mozart because at times I am jovial, lazy, boastful and adroit, and the only thing you can hear from me is laughter. I am Chopin because I am a hopeless romantic, often quixotic. I have a very soft side that only a few people have ever touched. At some points I am very insensitive (happy-go-lucky) and at others so ridiculously sensitive that a word can make me cry the whole night long.

My sensitive side is my femininity, the one that I subconsciously condemn. My insensitive side is my masculinity, the one that is dominant. I was raised in a family where my only playmates are boys and the role model is my father. This leads me to believe that my left brain is more dominant than my right, or that it could be just more developed. The left side of the brain is said to be more adept at language, logic and linear thinking. I am more inclined to science than the arts, but I love both, and I admit I can be good at both. I just use my left-brain more. That is why in brain sex tests, I usually get a score near the men's average. I like to think that I am masculine. According to Sigmund Freud, a girl may experience “penis envy.” I guess I will always experience that. I envy men because they are physically strong, intellectually capable and emotionally stable. Now that I’m in college, I am usually seen with boys. This is according also to Sigmund Freud’s theory on phallic personalities. It actually fits. Because I am the only daughter, and the youngest in the family, I was probably a bit spoiled by my father. And now I am actually vain, self-centered and rather masculine. I am happy about my masculinity because it desensitizes me. If I have been feminine, I guess by now I would be depressed.

I have no exact principles in life but I guess what I have always followed is the principle of my left brain. I do not take risks but I am also very careless. I do not value emotions but I can also be very emphatic. It is enough for me to understand a person, to be aware of what he or she feels. I do not take great measures in chasing after an angered friend or in comforting a saddened pal. My mere presence usually gives happiness, according to my best friend. I live to be loved. I know love is a two-way process but there is no point in denying that I enjoy getting people’s attention, accepting praises and compliments and being adored. I love back only a few individuals. I can say that they are lucky.

Because of my contrasting traits, I have developed a manic-depressive tendency. According to Sigmund Freud, this is brought about by another ego defense mechanism called isolation. Sometimes after a great downfall, the only thing I can do is laugh about the loss. Only after a few months can I actually cry about what happened and be true to myself. That’s the time I become almost depressed. That is why my dispositions depend on the ups and downs of my life. Because of isolation, I have a sense of optimism. I am generally happy even at times of trouble. I am calm and I can even afford to smile at sad situations. But when the situation finally sinks in, I become agitated and depressed. This disposition can last for many days until I can finally retrieve my optimism back again. This mentality develops my extremities. This minute I may be ecstatic, depressed the next.

There are driving forces that tower over my mentality. Pride and egocentrism governs my line of thinking. When I do something wrong, I do not blame myself. I point fingers at other people, reason out to the point that I also believe what I am saying and become convinced that I really do not have any fault. If I cannot sound convincing, I indulge in self pity and expect people to sympathize. I do things for my benefit. Sometimes, I realize that I am being an egomaniac. I might actually be insane.

My pride and ego push me to do things. They help a lot in giving me determination in getting to the goal. In example, I usually seek a rival to excel in a certain field. Since I cannot accept defeat, I will do anything just to crush the enemy. I do not get easily satisfied when average people praise me. In fact, I consider it a great achievement if my rival would recognize me. Also, I have role models in life, people who are visible and people who I look up to. These people are those who have made great achievements. My desire to become like them, or sometimes to become better than them, also gives me willpower in achieving. I keep a lot of these kinds of people because I have many goals in life, short-term and long-term. Short-term would include finishing a good piano piece or finally being able to solve a mathematical problem. Long-term goals are the ones that define my future.

And now I plot the final coordinate on the plane, the third, on the axis of the future. My vision of my future includes infinite possibilities of careers to choose from. I do still have that wish to become a concert pianist some day. I fancy becoming a great mathematician of this age. But the clearest and most vivid vision is of me starting a family and mothering the children of my lifetime partner. Dreaming of these things gives me a peace of mind and somehow balances all the pressure of the present and the frustrations of the past. I simply cannot be complete without these ambitions because they are my reasons for living. My vision of my future completes me because it continues the story of my past through my present.

Looking back..

2005-09-28T20:46:00.000+08:00

As a college freshie, I cannot help but hark back on the first few days of university life, muse over the high school memories and then differentiate the present from the past. From what I can remember, I entered high school without any complaint nor any excitement despite hundreds of rumors I’ve heard that the next four years will be the most memorable in all my academic life. Cynical as I am, I did not believe what people said and did not dwell long on thinking about what high school might offer. For me, it was merely another step in completing my lifetime goal. I believed it would not really make a difference. Plus, I still went to the same school so I concluded that I would definitely see the same faces. I did not apprehend a lot of changes. I was so ready to let go of being a grader that even the thought of not having boys in class did not seem to bother me at all. Then when classes finally began I realized that there really wasn’t a big change compared to revolutions that other students seemed to experience when they transfer to other schools. Since in my school we retained “grade” in recognizing year levels, high school did not sink in immediately, even at least just in the way it sounded. Being in the same institution, the curriculum barely changed except, probably, the addition of other subjects and the added burden of reporting weekly in each subject. Aside from those, I saw and interacted with the same people I did in elementary. There were fairly very few problems regarding morality. Since I stayed in an all-girls institution, there was always the perpetual problem of “falling in love” with the same sex. It was disgusting to think about homosexuality at first but since there was no available boy in sight, I was able to adjust with the weird culture. Aside from that, we maintained a high standard of ethics which the norm was to ban public and even private displays of affection for boys. Boyfriends and sexuality issues were considered taboo. Teachers often implied that we ostracize classmates who were found out to be promiscuous. Grooming and proper attire were paid a lot of attention to; there was a supposed exact length of skirt and socks and proper color of upper underwear, a rule that said to always wear a white undershirt, and other crazy regulations including a silly dress code that affected parents’ and guardians' attires as well. Our outfits outside school could not escape the same scrutiny since modesty was a big deal there. And in academic standing with this kind of close-minded teachers, I must have to admit we were behind in learning especially in comparison with science high schools. Together with lessons that seemed to creep very slowly comes the most unpleasant thing about high school which is that I was made to believe that I was really intelligent because a day would not end if I could not receive a compliment from any teacher. The only thing nice about my high school life is probably that it was the time I met true friends. The reason behind is that I did not have much time to socialize since senseless assignments made up most of my schedule. Because of all these, it is probably safe to conclude that my high school life is so downright boring that I did not feel bad during graduation. In fact, I was very happy I was finally going end it and get away with the stupid rules that accompanied my stay. I felt ecstatic, even euphoric, about the thought of leaving and letting go of high school and then going into the more exciting life inside the university.

I am very amused to say that college in UP is very different. In fact, I might even consider it as the negative reciprocal of my high school life. I can also treat it as a life parallel to the previous four years since they don’t and will never coincide with each other. To start with, I had a hard time deciding what school to go to. After a lot of time contemplating, several pints of tears, and volumes of day dreams, I settled on taking up BS Mathematics in UPVCC. I did not again believe the rumors that college life was boring because I truly believed it to be a wonderful experience. I consider college life as a really big deal, something very important and something that will create a big impact in the future. The presence of liberty, the decrease in boredom, the presence of many boys, the high academic standards, and the absence of stupid and close-minded teachers are just a few of the major changes I experienced as I excitedly entered college life. Though still the procrastinator, I can do almost all my assignments and still manage to have lots of free time. Gone also are the strict regulations I had to contend with in high school. The moment I stepped into UP grounds I felt that I belonged. Unlike the other freshmen, I forgot about getting culture shocked and about maintaining a puritan's moral standards; I seemed to think that running around naked is respectable, that voicing out evil and snide comments is not rude (it is honesty), or that weekly rallies are part of school schedule. Unlike in high school where I felt superior, in college, I am dwarfed by the presence of brilliant minds but I still feel happy. I feel that this is the introduction to the real world and the acquaintance to the harsh realities in life. It does not bother me even if I am not considered very intelligent because it is the truth and I do not feel like being a poseur anymore. Did I fail to mention that sexuality is not anymore taboo and that PDA is quite accepted? College in UP maybe a lot weirder than high school in CIC but for weird people like me, I can say that this is and should be the norm! Compared to high school where I learned only a few things and where I was denied the interaction with other people, college is both intellectual and social. I get a two week’s amount of learning in just one session. At the same time, I get to meet new faces and mingle with them. And so, even if I am still a freshie, I can harmlessly hypothesize that college life, unlike high school which seemed to pass unnoticed, is one of the most exciting things that happened and is currently happening to me. I really treasure the days I spend in this university. And when graduation day comes (within four years, hopefully), I will surely feel sorry about leaving the campus that I have learned to love but at the same time I will feel very grateful and excited in moving on to whatever is in store for me. So as early as today, for all the happy memories and the future ones, I would like to say, “Thanks, Mr. Oblation!”

Green

2005-09-25T06:53:00.000+08:00

Isn't green supposed to relax the eyes? Honestly, I'm tired of seeing its shades when I visit this blog. I am planning a big change in the layout but Blogspot doesn't have a good selection of templates to choose from. I want something 19th century-ish, in shades of earth, wherein you can almost smell the ink on parchment with each blog entry. There's one template that looks chic but it's not very exquisite. I seek something that's almost perfect. I seek vintage. I seek antiquity. Elegance. Stylishness. Old varnished wood. Flowery brown wallpapers. Gold-plated picture frames. Oil on canvas. Brown. Sepia. Earth...

Anyways, enough of my yearnings. Last Wednesday we had our fieldtrip in SocSciI. We went to Cebu, Madrid, Manila and Beijing. Wanna see the pics?

This one on your left was taken on one of the streets in Madrid. Ok, just kidding. Actually, that one was in Fort San Pedro, Cebu.

Here are the rest of the pictures I (or my official photographer, Mark, hehehe) took in Fort San Pedro. It was really windy, so that explains the hair effect. Beautiful place.

Here are more!!!

From Taoist Temple in Cebu City (and not in Beijing...)

Neocolonialism: A Definition

2005-09-18T17:21:00.000+08:00

As its name indicates, neocolonialism is then simply just the present-day form of colonialism; only, it is done through tortuous means. Coined from the Latin roots neo (new) and colonia (settled land, farm or landed estate), it is a term originally used by Marxists and presently by both non-Marxists and Marxists alike, to describe a powerful nation’s control and influence carried out over underdeveloped countries. The stratagem utilized by these dominant nations or at times corporations in taking advantage of a poor nation’s or company’s desperation is perpetrating indirect influence and control economically and politically. Although very general in nature, the term may also be used by economists and political experts to refer exclusively to the dependency of Latin American countries on Great Britain and United States starting from 1870. With the new reliance established, Spain and Portugal were replaced by these two other powerful nations in their role of dominance. Eventually, the dependency ended in 1914 due to the breakout of World War I causing major disruptions in Latin American exports and imports. But even with its short reigning extent, its significant trends have been noted down to include uneven economic development, monoculture, growth of latifundio, growth of minifundio, expansion of the hacienda system and seizure of land.

Sources:
http://ghs.gresham.k12.or.us/socialstudies/weberwel/NeoColonialism.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neocolonialism
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/neocolonialism

Life's little annoyances

2005-09-11T08:56:00.000+08:00

There are just many. Let me start with Wednesday, September 7. I came to school late for Group Guidance. When I reached room202, they've already started doing this activity. That left me to look for a chair which I immediately sat on. A few seconds later I realized it was wet, and wet was what my butt became. To release my displeasure I went to UP Highschool (ok, this is another story. That whole school is.. to be continued) to watch the NSMD Badminton try-outs and to take the opportunity of playing as well, but not really join. I've only played badminton twice, the first in highschool wherein I was jsut forced and the second during that day. Playing sports isn't my idea of a wholesome experience, but that'll do. After sweating profusely I went to Ayala to meet Serene. We ate lunch, talked and walked. Then I went back to school to play badminton again. After a while a few of my classmates arrived. We transferred to the covered court and got trapped inside because we couldn't get out; Zeus was mad again and the sky roared with thunder, flashed with lightning, everything was just gray, you get the picture that rain poured like hell. I wanted to go look at myself on the mirror so I walked to the wash area. When I walked back there was this nail protruding from the ground. It caught on my precious shoe.. I thought it only made a scratch at first, but oh no, it cut through the cloth. I could not believe what I was seeing. I wanted to go home but could not because of the rain. I just wanted to kick UP High's ass if it has any. I wish it has so that at least it could expel its waste. Figuratively and literally.

The Friday before that, I went inside one of UPHigh's CRs to change into my PE uniform. Maybe I just had colds that time because I didn't realize that the whole place reeked. I opened a cubicle to find a grotesque scenario. Ok, you can guess what I found on the floors and on the sides the bowl. Surprisingly, the inside of the toilet bowl was clean. People who defecate like this amaze me. I wonder how they do it. Is their anus located at either side of their body? Also, what is wrong with the people in that place? The mere thought of them irritates me. My view on them has been negative these past few days. I don't mean every single student there. Actually, the nicest people I have ever met came from that school. UPHigh should be thankful that there exists these people who keep me from condemning the school totally. If I am to tell you everything about it that annoys me, I could honestly consume several blogs... I don't want to think about it anymore. I know it's not healthy to hate. Just, oh, once in a while...

Colon Street

2005-09-09T20:19:00.000+08:00

Colon Street is a place full of contrasts; it is old yet very contemporary and prosperous yet poor. With the distinction of being the oldest street in the Philippines built by the Spaniards during the time of Miguel Lopez de Legaspi, it is situated on what is now known as the Parian District. An obelisk, constructed to detail its historical significance, marks its northern end where, only a few meters to the west, the Heritage of Cebu Monument is located. Aside from having a rich historical worth, it also plays a big importance in the present financial conditions of the city. Housing malls offering everything from native handicrafts to designer labels, office buildings and theaters as well museums and monuments, it is the heart of modern day downtown Cebu. Regardless of its prominence now shadowed by the creation of bigger malls and the transformation of agricultural lands to industrial ones and its high reported crime rate, investors cannot simply refuse its strategic location since it is situated along the port area. With all the city lights and the daily buzz of commerce, the street proves to be a boon to the city’s economy offering retail, whether small time or big time, from tip to tip so that everyday the street is crowded by a thick population in trade. Despite its conspicuous wealth, there are a number of things in Colon that connote the city’s unsolved poverty; black rivers and canals run polluted under the street and half-a-century old dusty buildings stand looking dilapidated. Less bothering but a little amusing are other things suggestive of scarcity and chaos; blending with the crowd are busy bright-orange shirted CITOMs dotting the roads to catch citizens who practice mendicancy and/or jaywalking, more than a hundred street children and adults scattered here and there and a small number of deranged males and females who either roam ceaselessly or sleep along the sidewalk.

The Saleslady

2005-09-09T20:12:00.000+08:00

The tall slightly overweight saleslady in her mid-twenties, wearing a dejected look on her face, was standing near a vertical pile of neatly arranged cans of soda, dusting the stocks. Her long shiny hair, tied into a circular bun, was the only pleasant thing about her for everything else was unsightly from the way she did her make-up to the dreadful stockings that had several runs and holes. The eyelids of her tired almond shaped eyes were colored a violent shade of purple and her round cheeks and thick lips as red as a vampire’s ensanguined from a fresh kill. Her nose, although long, was still not an agreeable sight for the nostrils were large and flaring like a mediaeval dragon’s. Her huge mouth, formed into a seemingly permanent scowl, was motionless and no sound can be heard escaping from it. Her small chin was almost connected to her neck which didn’t seem to exist because of the fat. Her white short-sleeved creaseless blouse was considerably see-through; one can make out the outlines forming the black underwear that covered her almost flat chest. The blouse, paired with a short navy-blue pencil skirt, was the significant constituent that made the whole uniform look extremely hideous. Her stockings, as mentioned, although not obvious until well scrutinized, had holes that blended and camouflaged with the uneven skin color of her plump legs brought about by several scars of a childhood skin disease that left her marked for life. Her black high-heeled shoes, to complete the outfit, were polished and the shoelaces tied to perfection. She looked up, sighed, and transferred to dust a taller pile of canned sodas until the tip of her head was the only portion of her whole body that can be seen.

UP Oblation Square-->My symbol for utmost beauty

2005-09-04T09:08:00.000+08:00

Today, I would like to write about UPVCC's Oblation Square.

For teachers, students, and the rest, it may be considered the most distinct and celebrated place in the campus. Situated right in front of the Admin Bldg., the Oblation Square accommodates the Oblation Statue, the flagpole, the university logo, and some ornamental plants. "Mr. Nude" or "Oblation", the naked guy looking up at the sky, opens his arms wide in welcome. The Oblation is so symbolic that there are several interpretations of the pose. Some see it as a gesture of capitulation and service to the masses. Others view the naked body as a sign of purity and compliance. Still, a few consider it as a scandalous scene reminding them of APO's annual Oblation Run. Whatever your opinion may be, Mr. Oblation is the emblem of UP. Insult him and you insult us.

The flagpole, right in front of the statue, bears no flag at all. It might have just been built for sitting purposes. This place, together with its vicinity, has been the top venue for official organizational meetings, occasional rallies, and in my case, a place to hang out, undisturbed and peaceful.

The flagpole is a very memorable place for me. This place has become a tambayan. This was where we stayed last August 12 during the Cook Out. That was when I stayed until two in the morning in school. The flagpole is also very significant because it is where I had my many firsts. These firsts are very interesting! Yes, some of them may be what you are thinking. But I don’t think publicizing them is appropriate.

Coincidentally, last summer when I attended art lessons in UP, I chose a portion of the Oblation Square, the part where the flagpole is visible, to be my very own first ever chosen subject of artwork, charcoal pencil on charcoal paper. I don’t know what was so nice about it that I chose it above all the rest inside the campus. I never really knew. It is probably a mysterious force, an attractive one. I just drew it without thinking twice. I didn’t know that that place would hold so many memories in the future.

There must be something about the Oblation Square which magnetizes people, may it be students, tourists, or just passersby. When I was still in elementary, I used to ride a 17C-jeepney going home. Its route passes by UP. I would always crane my neck just to get a glimpse of the Oblation Square. By then, I might have already been in love with the place but at that time I didn’t know what UP was or what it was all about. All I knew was that the Oblation Square is attractive. It makes the whole campus attractive. It makes UP a beautiful place. The Oblation statue, in its silence, must have told me all that when I was a little child. I am sure it spoke to me all these years.

Now that I can tell the whole world that I am no longer a lyéenne and that I am a proud étudiente of UP, ironically I can say that I still have that child within me. I still steal glances at the Oblation Square. I still look up at the Oblation. I still believe it is the most beautiful site in UP. I still don’t know what keeps it very attractive. Holding true in the past, the present and the future, all I know is that it is truly, no doubt, a memorable and mystifying place.

A Saturday

2005-09-03T20:51:00.000+08:00

This morning can be rated as 4 in the fun scale, 5 being the highest. I had no plans of actually getting up from bed even though I was already awake. From seven to seven thirty, still in bed, I kept on postponing the thought of going to school until this smart ant bit my left cheek. Unfair! It hurt but thanks to the ant, I finally got up and took a bath. Everything else was a blur in haste; our NSTP meeting was said to start at eight.

I arrived at school at eight forty five and news of canceled NSTP meeting flew around. Nice. I met my daily school companion Mark (the class prince charming, geez) and realized we were both wearing red. Purely coincidental.

We then made a trip to the library and joined a little chitchat with other classmates before walking to Ayala with Tale and Julie, the class muse. Here's her pic. I made Mark wear this fitting shirt in the male fitting room. It looked so ridiculous on him that I forgot to take a picture! What a waste. He would have looked great if he was gay, and if I was a guy. Pity. I spent the last bill in that mall where we had lunch. I'm so pathetic.

Actually the reason behind the malling is our Comm1 assignment wherein we were told to describe subjectively a saleslady. We weren't able to do that today since we were busy looking at other things. It has been a long time since I had last visited Ayala.

Here's another picture for us to enjoy. It was taken last Thursday within the Oblation Square. We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in front of Mr. Nude and looking at passersby. Cyril just happened to ask me to take his picture. Sorry, Cy, I can't help but post it. Congratulations on your high score in Biology. You are the new MC-->Master of Coitus.

Ok, I have to say that that certain afternoon was full of dandruff and PDA.

When Cy and the others left, Sir Juario gave us candies. Nice eh? Anyways, the next day, I came home around 9 because of Campus Ministry. I'm a good person, I know.

Let me continue with today's tiny details. We went back to school walking. Rain started to pour. We had no other choice but to stay in the canteen. Chitchat again. This was a time of nothing but pure colloquy. Julie left. I took pictures of myself, Tale, Mark and an unfortunate snail I found on the pathway to the dormitory. This pic was taken inside the canteen. It would seem as if everything was so bright. The real thing is that it was really all grey and raining and the camera just did its tricks.

We proceeded to the Admin building and read a few pages of the assigned SocSci1 readings for Anthropology. They were a lot better than Wrightmills' so it was a relief and an enjoyment. One page was more informative than 10 pages of Wrightmills' gobbledygook. I hate Wrightmills. I wish George Orwell just had the chance... After all that sitting and chatting (yet again) on the stairs, we decided to leave and leave we did.

Here's the picture of our NatSci group. I invited them to my house last Wednesday. We had to do our project which is to make children understand some concepts in chemistry. Due on Sept 15, it is not even halfway finished.

MEAOWW

2005-07-24T06:15:00.000+08:00

First of all, I would like to promote a website which has long been kept from updates-->MEAOWW. That stands for Merlin's Extraordinary Association of Outstanding Witches and Wizards.

One of the contributions of MEAOWW to literature is a poem by a very close friend named Angela. The poem is very simple in construction but nonetheless, it never failed to touch me. Forget terza rimas and dive into realizing what love is, from Anj's point of view. Click here to check out the rhymes.

How about a silly poem from me, entitled "The Little Fly" and yes, Winky is my nickname. Or if you like you can also check out "Euphoria" by Temtem. To see more of our works, usually made to tickle away the bore during English class in junior year, click here.

Then we shift to the present... which is now... I just awoke from sleep, and thanks for reminding me that I went online just to check if it's really a holiday on Monday. If it is, well, Sir Jess will have to move the exam on either Wednesday or Thursday. It's good, but as he said, what feels good always has a little consequence. Of course, the discussion on reproductive systems will be delayed too. I've been looking forward to that since orientation.

Anyways, I will have to check online about Monday being a holiday, so I'm off.

Early

2005-07-22T20:45:00.000+08:00

Ok. I have so many things to complain about. One is that my mother is ranting in the background and I can't concentrate. Holy crap.

Tomorrow, I will set out at dawn to join this fun run, which we were unfortunately forced into. I think I'll be bringing my biology notes, geez, 10 kilometers and what else will I do? Besides, everytime Sir Jess sees me he keeps on asking me whether I am all set for the exam on Monday. Of course I am not! I haven't even read half of those photocopies and I don't G their point. Bad sign for me since I would have loved to be a biologist. I'll just settle for mathematician then...

Just wish me luck again!

After a long time

2005-07-22T06:24:00.000+08:00

Look blog, I'm really sorry I abandoned you before. I'm back now. I was just "busy" with college life... Yeah ok, you can tell I'm lying. I haven't been busy, I've actaully just been lazy, so lazy I couldn't even type a single sentenced entry. It's not unusual...

It's Friday morning and later I will suffer for 1 and a half hours answering the 1st long exam in natural science class. I guess you can say I could add that to the number of reasons why I should be depressed.

To orient you, here are a few of the unreasonable reasons:

1. I haven't been depressed in quite a long time.
2. I think my life is too happy.
3. I want to laugh at the mirror when I see tears running down the face of a silly girl with Rudolph's red nose.
4. I just feel like being depressed.
5. Well, maybe I have reasons for being depressed but I can't share it. That's depressing enough.

and so on.

Wish me luck.

Bernoulli

2005-06-01T22:07:00.000+08:00

Since I'm sad today I stumbled upon a math site(http://www.allmath.com/) with biographies of famous mathematicians. I found out that there are 3 famous mathematicians with the last name Bernoulli [bernoolee]. I thought all along that there was only one Bernoulli and that he was such a genius for coming up with equations in both pure and applied mathematics. There are 3 of them, all relatives.

Bernoulli, Johann or Jean (1667--1748).He was born in Switzerland and did mathematical and chemical research. He wrote on differential equations, finding the length and area of curves, isochronous curves, and curves of quickest descent.

Bernoulli, Jakob or Jacques (1655--1705)He was the older brother of Johann Bernoulli. He investigated infinite series, the cycloid, transcendental curves, the logarithmic spiral, and the catenary. In 1690 he applied Gottfried Leibniz's newly discovered differential calculus to a problem in geometry, first using the term integral. His Ars conjectandi (1713) was an important contribution to probability theory.(He's probably the Bernoulli in MTG)...

Bernoulli, Daniel (1700--82)Mathematician, born in Groningen, The Netherlands, the son of Johann Bernoulli. He studied medicine and mathematics, and became professor of mathematics at St Petersburg in 1725. In 1732 he returned to Basel to become professor of anatomy, then botany, and finally physics. He worked on trigonometric series, mechanics, vibrating systems, and hydrodynamics (anticipating the kinetic theory of gases), and solved a differential equation proposed by Jacopo Riccati, now known as Bernoulli's equation.(The famous physicist whose equation wasn't discussed in our Physics class for its complexity, according to Mdm. Villaflor.)

One great mathematician

2005-06-01T22:06:00.000+08:00

George Boole, whose last name became the name of our math team in the CNU Math Quiz Bowl, was actually just self-taught. Even without a degree, he was appointed professor of mathematics in Cork in 1849... the year Chopin died of tuberculosis. I would love to die of tuberculosis, too. Ah yes, the Romantic disease which took the lives of many famous people in history. Salute to the ever-living tubercle bacilli!

no title

2005-05-31T13:01:00.000+08:00

someone forgot something important last night, which is a good thing.
2 years of computer memory went down the drain, which is a bad thing.
may is a tragic month.

2005-05-21T14:27:00.000+08:00

Looks-->probably the most deceiving thing in the world.

When I slept last night, I had so many dreams.

Uno

2005-05-20T20:09:00.000+08:00

Today I noticed that my watch has a new scratch.