Yeah, so I’ve decided to put this blog up and running again. You can now read my everyday complains in my boring life and comment anything you think about it, it’ll help me improve my english in the process. Gee, I’m stuck all ready, and my english sucks even more. =3

So, even though I’m the only audience in my blog, what the hell, at least I know at least one person is reading my posts.

I guess I’m here because I’ll brag again… Yeah, I’m pissed. Why? Because my roommate is bringing home his boyfriend in our room. I didn’t mind at first but on an everyday basis, it really irritates me.

Yeah, as I’m writing this entry, he’s with him. I don’t even know why I’m affected by this but I can’t stand it. My point is, doesn’t his boyfriend have a dorm or a place he can stay in? At this point, I am officially complaining. What if I report this to our landlord. Haha, it’s an option. I’m REconsidering it though. 🙂

Anyway, we had our DSP Christmas party hours ago. It was really fun. I enjoyed it a lot. Good thing I didn’t perform any random dance number thanks to good old “time”. Haha. Did that make sense?

My head hurts now. Until next time..

PS. Tekken 6 rocks.

Before I move on with Thermal Properties of matter, a little update shouldn’t hurt.

Here we go again, since I’ve been idle in this blog thing for quite some time, my English will not be so fluent.

So there, hey guys, I’m here again to.. well.. you know… brag about some things that I wouldn’t mind sharing every now and then.. This coming semester, I’m going to start working on my thesis “Cellphone Based Speech Recognition” and what makes me reluctant is that I’m going to do this on my own (aside from the help of my adviser of course).

I stopped training Shotokan Karate for about a year now. I’m still an orange belter. It’s all right I guess, I really need time for myself lately. And talk about doing things for myself, I really got to catch on with my studies especially now that the semester is about to end. I still have about a dozen exams left before I finish this one, literally.

We were officially ‘Ondoy’ed. 🙂

Can’t wair for tekken 6 on PSP on October 27, 😉

That’s about it I guess. I really can’t write when this 1800-page book is in front of me…

Take care everyone… Another trash post from yours truly. 🙂

The hell i care who this bullshit is!

After my bloody ES12 exam, I decided to hang-out with my friend to spend some time catching-up with our lives. Then he mentioned about an e-mail regarding boyet fajardo.

“boyet? rudy fernandez?”

he looked at me with disgust or some expression close to that.

“boyet.. boyet… ? christopher de leon?”

I really don’t know (Head and Shoulders accent). All I know is, he’s supposed to be one big famous @ss****.

I decided to search for it and voila…

This is from a concerned filipino citizen:

Last March 13, 2009, Filipino Fashion Designer Angelino Boyet Fajardo created a scene, to the shock and horror of shoppers and employees of Duty Free Philippines alike, when a cashier politely asked for his ID after presenting his unsigned credit card. This is a standard operating procedure applicable to all stores to verify ownership of the credit card and prevent fraud.

Suddenly, the designer reportedly got furious and, at the top of his voice, started berating the cashiers and managers of Duty Free Philippines. He might have thought a celebrated person like he is, with all his accolades and fame, has gone unrecognized by the cashier. A new well-trained casual worker who is carefully doing his job. The designer further shocked bystanders by cursing the people there with words such as leche and p…ina, while angrily expressing surprise why the people there did not recognize him.

Store managers and officers were sought to appease the matter, explaining to him that it is all included as a standard operating procedure in credit card payment for the safety, not only for the company but also his own. Ignoring all this, he pulled out his phone and threatened to call on high positioned government officials whom he allegedly knew, like doing a power-play to make these people realize how important he is. He went on saying “Mga leche kayo! Hindi niyo ako kilala? Ako si Boyet Fajardo! At itong p…ina na babaeng ito (pointing to a lady officer) at ang baklang ito (pointing to the cashier) ay walang kwentang mga tao! I want them fired!!!”

His yelling and berating went on and on. He cannot calm down and as he appeared to have bloodshot eyes, like that of a drunk person and or under an influence. He threw his passport on the cashier’s face and later intentionally stepped on the cashier’s foot to say “Ay sorry, di ko sinasadya!” He goes on to say, that only if the cashier kneel down before him and/or allow him to freely slap the cashier’s face, may he get satisfied.

The ill-fated cashier, with all the onlookers watching, stand down and just simply gave in to probably he thought would end the matter. Crying in shame he slowly knelt down and apologize (for actually doing his job) before this self proclaimed GOD, perhaps for fear of loosing his job. No slapping was made to the cashier’s face but the incident landed a harsher and reverberating sound to the faces of the lesser people of this society.

Fortunately, his inhumane acts were caught on CCTV in which a portion was featured in YouTube.

With such disrespect, discrimination and humiliation towards a good worker, a less fortunate person and a fellow Filipino…

1. We are calling all citizens to stop patronizing Boyet Fajardo’s RTW labels such as Substance in SM department stores, Boyet Fajardo and Initials in Landmark and Robinson’s department stores.
2. We are calling on all malls to pull out or stop distributing his products in your outlets.
4. We are calling on the Commission on Human Rights, Department of Labor and Employment and all human rights and labor activists to take appropriate legal actions on this matter.
5. We are calling all foreign embassies to deny him of entry to your respective countries.
6. We are calling on the Fashion Designers Association of the Philippines to dishonor him of his membership and profession.

…To give him a lesson and to help us stop him from victimizing the underprivileged over and over and over again.

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”
God said:
“When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
 I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”

Wala akong alam na magagandang salita, pinaka-astig na parirala, pinakabonggang pangungusap at pinakamalupit na talata upang malaman niya ang mga katotohanang matagal ko nang ikinukubli.

At sa pinakaaabangang sandali, ayaw ko nang palampasin pa ang pagkakataong ito upang isigaw na ang dati pang dapat ihiyaw. Ngunit hindi rin naging madali para sa akin ang lahat; marami ng lumipas at nasayang na minuto, oras, araw, linggo at buwan. Hinayaan ko munang magpaanod sa takbo ng panahon upang masiguro na hindi lang isang pagkahaling ang nararamdaman ko. Sa kadahilanang gusto kong magpakatotoo at gusto kong malaman na totoo nga ako sa kanya.

Kasabay ng paghagilap para sa katotohanan ang mga pagsubok – ang mga sandaling nagkaroon kami ng iwasan, umiwas sa tuksuhan, bihirang nag-uusap, madalang na nagkikita at walang maayos na komunikasyon maliban sa text. Ngunit naging mailap sa akin ang pagkakataon: hindi na niya ako pinapansin maging sa text at aktwal na pagkikita. Sinubukan kong ipakita sa kanya na wala siyang dapat ikailang sa akin ngunit pinangunahan ako ng hiya, pangamba at takot. Isang pagkakamali na hindi ko dapat ginawa.

Nakalulungkot isipin ang mga nangyayari, pero hindi ako dapat mapaimbabawan ng kalungkutang dahan-dahang nagpapahina sa akin. Hanggang sa kailangan ko na muling bumangon at bitbitin ang mga ngiting muling gumising sa akin. Ganito lang ako, isang simpleng tao, tanging maiaabla ko lamang sa kanya, ang nararamdaman ko’y totoo. Nakatatawa mang sabihin o korni mang pakinggan, porma ko ma’y bulok o diskarte ko ma’y sinliit ng tuldok, heto ako, nagsasabi ng tapat.

Huwag lang sana niyang isipin na madaling maglalaho ang nararamdaman kong ito, kahit na sabihin pa nating marami d’yang ibang mapagbabalingan nito, kahit na himukin man niya akong manligaw sa ibang babaeng mas higit pa sa kanya, patawad, pero siya lang kasi talaga. Wala siyang maririnig mula sa akin na anumang reklamo, pagkainip, angal, angas at kakulitan na dapat din niyang tumbasan ang nararamdaman ko para sa kanya. Igagalang ko ang anumang desisyon na sasabihin niya; hindi ko hawak ang huling desisyon kung tatanggapin man niya ako o hindi. Malaya siyang makapipili.

Nandito lang ako para sa kanya, umaasa kahit na walang pag-asa. At kung lumipas man ang panahon na hindi niya ako kayang tanggapin, huwag sana siyang mangamba; wala akong pagsisisihan gaano man katagal ako naghintay at maghihintay dahil siya ang tumulong upang hubugin ang katapatan ko sa aking nararamdaman para sa kanya. Wala na akong mahihiling pang kapalit; sapat nang pinaglaanan niya ako ng oras at iyon na marahil ang pinkamagandang regalo na maibibigay niya sa akin, sapat na ang simpleng katotohanan, sapat nang malaman niya, sapat nang gusto ko siya, sapat na at masaya na ako.

This article was featured in KULE of UP Diliman.

It was a perfect night. Stars twinkling and dancing in the tranquil sky. Two moons waltzing together blue and white. Cold breeze through the leaves of the nearby tree standing beside the only two people in the area that night. They lie down in the grass thinking about their father who left to find someone in the city.

“He said it was important” said the little girl beside the young lad in his teens. “I hope he’s going back home soon. I’m really worried.”

“Don’t be” said the boy. “He can take care of himself you know-”

“Brother!” snapped the little girl.

“I know, I know.” Then there was silence between the two. “Go back home. It’s getting late.”

“But I don’t want to yet. I want to be here with you” as she smiled to the boy.

“All right then. But don’t expect me to help you when the Ceverites come and catch you.” He smirked.

“Really then brother?” she smiled back at him. She got to her feet and slowly walked away to the tree nearby down to the brick lane that leads to the only shack visible that night. It was old, a faint yellow light could be seen inside the window and wooden fences were the only barriers that protected the little house. A small wooden gate to match the view. “I’m going home now. Mother might be worried.”

“Take care all right?” There was a sign of concern in his eyes as he sat-up to look at her smiling sister.

“You worry too much, brother” she was waltzing fast toward the house a bit further away.

Dave smiled at himself. He considered himself lucky that moment. He has a family of his own, a caring mother, a sweet sister and a responsible father. Though not that blessed financially, it didn’t mind him at all. He lay down again faced-up and as he was about to close his eyes, distant screams could be heard out of nowhere. Suddenly standing up because of his reflexes, he found out that it was coming from their house. He ran as fast he could through the moonlit night, picking-up a stick along the way. What was wrong? As this thought flooded his mind, he gripped the stick with all his might.

Dave still was inexperienced at battling, although trained a little bit because of his father being a soldier for the government years ago; he has to give it his best this night. These were not normal screams he’s hearing, somehow different. He ran as fast as he could, sweat now forming on his back and forehead, his hair messed-up with all the running he’s done.

“I’m close…” panting as he said this. Then the light in the window has gone. “…no…” He’s so close now. He opened the wooden gate that almost got smashed as he forcefully opened it “Mother! Cidy!”

“Don’t!” He knew this voice came from his mother. “Don’t take her please! She’s our only-”

“Such ignorance-”

The front door opened suddenly. All Dave can see are silhouettes moving in the dark. One was crying, another one was screaming held by a gigantic shadow up in mid-air. Dave launched himself forward to the huge shadow and the next thing he knew is being blasted away by an invisible force. Another scream of agony came from his mother as her mother approached the body of Dave. Dave was still conscious, though paralyzed. He can hear victorious laughter from the figure. His eyes are now adjusting to the light available from the two moons. It was an armor holding Cidy! Cidy is now unconscious.

“Please spare us…” her mother was crying hard now. Dave is trying to get up but failed to do so. His whole body is now aching. The next thing he knew was lying in his own bed.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” A dull but rather surprised voice he heard from the other room. “WHERE DID HE COME FROM?” he insisted.

“I don’t know…” her mother’s sobbing was still prominent. For a moment, Dave was relieved. Her mother was safe somehow. But what about Cidy? Maybe she’s in her room, still unconscious. Maybe their father saved them from whatever attacked them. He came home just in time.

“WHERE’S CIDY? AND DAVE?” declared the father. Hoping from the voice he made that his children are safe from harm. Another howl of grief escaped from her mother. It was as though she was abused emotionally. Footsteps, more of strides, were coming fast at Dave’s door and it swung open rather harshly hoping the father might see his son in good condition.

“Did you see who or what that took Cidy?” Dave’s father asked. Although he didn’t look at his son’s condition, one can note that he’s checking any signs of bruises and scratches on his son’s body.

“TOOK Cidy?” Dave now perplexed at the question thrown at him. “But didn’t you just…”

“THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES!” his dad shot back at him. “You’re mom can’t seem to speak at the moment. Tell me what happened?” Dave’s dad was still clinging for hope on what might have happened when he was away. He’s hopeful that this might be one of those grand family jokes that many like to play to each family member. Maybe Cidy is just hiding somewhere. But this was just too much.

Dave doesn’t want to believe what’s happening right now. Cidy’s gone? No. This might be some nightmare he rarely dreamed of. He opened his mouth but no words seem to escape from him.

“Just tell me,” his dad now shaking him as if he was lost in trance. “Tell me what or who took Cidy? Is it the Ceverites?”

“No… it looks different” now thinking hard. “Armor… dark… invisible force…” Dave’s dad did not get it.

“Anything particular? Banner? Beast emblems? Designs…” Somehow his hopes are now vanishing in thin air. He did not have any connections in armored men before, nor on his soldier days.

“It was dark. No sign of any details.” His head now aching.

“It’s all right. Get some rest…” With a final sigh, he left the room and gently closed the door.

Dave’s dad heard what he needed to. He was now heading outside the house looking for any sign of evidence that will identify the culprit, or so it seems.

“Albert, where are you going?” still weeping as she took a glimpse at the now departing husband dressed-up for battle with his weapon in his hand, Sandmore No.37. For a moment, she might have sworn she saw something in Albert’s eyes, rage or maybe fury. “Are you…”

“It’s our daughter we’re talking about here Natasha!” Albert didn’t need to finish her sentence. It was clear what he was about to do. But he hesitated for a moment. This must be hard for Natasha. It was his entire fault. Maybe it was this treasure after all. Maybe it’s all this treasure’s fault. He wished he didn’t take that thing after one of his battles for the government. “I’m going… Just take care of Dave. Just tell him I had somewhere to go. You know him. He might come along and-”

“But you don’t have any idea…” tears are still on her scarlet eyes. Her hair now scattered behind her, like a mad person.

“I’ll find a way. How come-”

“I’m just afraid I’m going to lose you too!” She folded her hands up to her face. “Cidy, oh my baby!”

Albert can’t stand the sight of seeing his wife at this state. Normally, she would just be this beautiful lady waiting for him to come back every time he’s away. No, he didn’t want to think Cidy’s gone. He just wants to come back safe with Cidy in his arms. “I’m going…”

It was a rough road across the southern hill. This is where Albert hid this thing. The thing that could have spared his daughter’s life. It wasn’t too late, trying desperately to convince him-self that her daughter’s alive. They need this thing. He reached the spot were he buried this treasure. It lies just below the imaginary line from the two moons and a certain distance along the tree where Cidy and Dave stayed for a while. He dug with his bare hands, crying.

“It’s my fault… It’s my fault… Don’t worry Cidy, I’ll save you whatever it takes.” He dug all the way down until he felt something hard hit his hands. He took out the small box and took a peek inside. The thing within has.certain unreadable marks along the body. It looks like a gauntlet, weighs about two (2) kilograms and was damped with silver and what looks like black leather hard skin/scale. More of like a dragon’s. He examined it. What could they want with this thing? Was it something important to them? There can be no other possible reasons for the assault they made to their family this night. This must be it.

“ALL RIGHT! I HAVE IT! GIVE BACK MY DAUGHTER YOU MONSTERS!” He kneeled before the hole he made. His weapon now on his side and the box held tightly on his hands. “Give back my daughter…” With an eerie silence made by the surroundings, he slowly stood and left. But where to? Where to start? Maybe to where he got this thing first. He took off to the city of Aldevus.

Albert strode across the city searching for this old familiar building he usually goes to. It was their base for the enforcers of Aldevus. He had once worked here. After turning left on the main road, he found it. It still looks the same, robust and eye-catching, about 12-storey high, neglecting the fact that the statue in the center in front of the building is always changing every now and then. There has been serious deaths to the lead commanders in charge of the enforcers which prompted him to make his resignation. He wanted to have a normal life with his family away from the influential status of the city, inside and out. This was not the time to think about this. He entered the building wishing someone he knew would accompany him to the new lead commander.

“Good morning sir. It’s our pleasure to serve you but we’re closed at-”

“I need to see Mr. Collaway. Department of Records. It’s an emergency. Is he still here?” Albert’s expression was all the personnel needed to make a phone call.

“I have contacted and-”

“IS HE STILL HERE?” Albert cut across the personnel slamming the end of his weapon to the ground. Albert wished he brought his ID with him, but he left it at home, seeing there’ll be no use for it anymore.

“Ye-s… Just take-”

Albert need not ask for any directions. He strode-off to the elevator and went to the Department of Records. Nothing changed much. But a lot of new faces greeted him.

“WHERE’S COLLAWAY?” he shouted at the crowd of workers that night.

“There’s no need to shout you know.” Mr. Collaway appeared right behind him holding a cup of hot tea in his right hand. He always wears a smile below his thick spectacles. Rather young for his age working here in the enforcers. Or maybe just young-looking. Albert didn’t have any interest to ask him his age, but still he was curious about it. “Can I help you Mr. Bass? I think you have alre-”

“I know, you don’t need to rub it in.” Albert took out the box and showed it to the young-looking man. Mr. Collaway’s interest for rare things made him an expert likewise. “So, is it familiar to you?”

“Why do you have such artifact Albert?” Now taking a look at what’s inside the box. “This is a weapon you know. A powerful one, but it’s still a mystery how it works. Even I don’t know.” smiled Mr. Collaway.

“But how did you know it’s a weapon?” Albert can’t believe what he’s hearing. He thought it was just a regular heavy gauntlet.

“See this symbol?” pointing at the symbol embedded in the palm. “It’s from the other places” he smiled again.

“Make it clear! I don’t have much time! I came here to investigate about this. This might be the only way I can save-” Albert bit his lips. He didn’t want to make a ruckus about his life. Mr. Collaway still drinking his tea. “I need to know where this came from. Is there a file that tells me where this came from on the previous battles you recorded?”

“Let’s see. There’s no need for that. I can tell, this is from Derivin. Only their people can use this weapon. You see, they have this trademark when being born in Derivin” he smiled at Albert.

“But the place-”

“-doesn’t exist anymore. It was destroyed decades ago by Malveris. And it wonders me how out of all people, you end up with THIS thing.” Mr. Collaway now examining the gauntlet.

“I just…” There was no hope for Albert. If it’s a powerful weapon, and only the Derivinian’s now how it works, then why would someone take interest in it? And who? To the extent that they’ll even hurt his own family. This was too much. Now he has one chance left. “Is Malveris still here?”

“No, it changed its name though. Vislamer. Not a very good name is it? It’s still the same-”

“Where is this?” Now taking back the gauntlet from Mr. Collaway.

“I’m surprised Albert. Of all the years in the battlefield-”

“I need to know! NOW!” Clutching his fingers in Collaway’s coat.

“All right, take it easy. You still have your tracker?”

Albert left it at home. Tracker: a device used as a map and serves as a connection to the base when in the battlefield. Map files are uploaded to the device and then it’s ready for use. “I’ll just get it at home.” Releasing his grip to Collaway, who by the way, is still smiling, like nothing happened.

“Take care Albert.”

“I’ll be right back!”