I'm listening to ICRT right now -- for the first times in . . . years. I can't believe I've been missing out on it! It's insanely hilarious! If you listen to the radio stations here in the Philippines your brain would atrophy. I think I've only laughed out loud once while listening to the radio during my stay here in the Philippines. And so far tonight I've had this laughing streak going -- and it's embarassing cause I'm alone in my room and the walls are quite thin. Anyway, I wish I could be Taiwan tomorrow -- there's a gay pride parade, the largest in Asia . . . And I want to see that gay loving straight guy march along with them.
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Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Buy Buy Buy!!!
If you've taken the MRT up or down Edsa you'd noticed that they've started selling off air time on their MRT radio. You'd hear advertisements by Chow King promoting their Congee, or super cheap fares for Supper Ferry. You'd hear advertisements for Sony Ericsson Cellphones, or Jingles for Dunkin' Donuts. What drives me crazy is that they repeat these advertisements up and down the MRT, that's 20 minutes of my day! They're invading my sound space -- I can't enjoy the murmuring of the tracks, I have to listen to repeated commercials about what I lack!
And it's getting worse. I saw in one MRT that they installed little television screens that take up most of the headspace. I have to duck to avoid banging my head. It's insane. They installed 30 inch LCD's in the waiting area, showing a single music video that promotes the MRT. In a few years we'll be living in Marketing Mecca. It'll be like Wall-E, where our lives are defined by advertisements. It scares me.
This is one reason why I'm changing my major -- away from advertising. I hate it. I hate it.
And it's getting worse. I saw in one MRT that they installed little television screens that take up most of the headspace. I have to duck to avoid banging my head. It's insane. They installed 30 inch LCD's in the waiting area, showing a single music video that promotes the MRT. In a few years we'll be living in Marketing Mecca. It'll be like Wall-E, where our lives are defined by advertisements. It scares me.
This is one reason why I'm changing my major -- away from advertising. I hate it. I hate it.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Fermentation
Yesterday I took a swig of day old soy milk that I left in my room. It tasted like yoghurt. If I wasn't so surprised by its sudden sourness I think I would've preferred it that way.
I use WordWeb. It's a free computer dictionary which has made looking up definitions of words so easy (it uses very little RAM and its hot key is Ctrl+Alt+W). Just now a survey box showed up and it asked how many times I've flown on a commercial airplane this past year. This was the first time it ever happened so I supposed it was one of their new ways of raising revenue. So I checked the box "2 or more commercial flights" (I flew to Taiwan last December, then went to Tazania. This past summer I took a plane to Samar). Then this popped up:
BOOOO!!!!
I use WordWeb. It's a free computer dictionary which has made looking up definitions of words so easy (it uses very little RAM and its hot key is Ctrl+Alt+W). Just now a survey box showed up and it asked how many times I've flown on a commercial airplane this past year. This was the first time it ever happened so I supposed it was one of their new ways of raising revenue. So I checked the box "2 or more commercial flights" (I flew to Taiwan last December, then went to Tazania. This past summer I took a plane to Samar). Then this popped up:
BOOOO!!!!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Newsletter
De La Salle - Main: Campus Crusade for Christ's Newsletter for September http://www.angelfire.com/la3/el182/Archers_Assembly_Sept.zip
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Amazing Adventure . . .
I never intended for this blog to reflect my life. I love my blog because it acts as a medium for me to channel my odd thoughts, stories, and poetry as an escape from my life. I'm aware that I just posted about the LTI and the joy I had from buying two books, but my life has more depth, more ridges, more craters, and more areas that are still under construction.
My life is a novel which didn't start from page one, but begun with the publication info, table of contents, other works by the author, forward, etc. And like the characters in the book, I don't know what will happen on page 152 when I'm learning how to ride a bike on page 15. It's a story of development, the process of expanding my knowledge and view of the world -- and the story of the development of a protagonist.
And throughout this life, there's a recurring theme which we are unaware of. There are the conflicts that torment us; it tears away at the skin of our emotions, the shell of our bodies, and the center of our spirit. Then there are those piques that we so much desire and cherish; the cherry that sits atop the mountain of mush and crud.
What drives the character to finish the story? Isn't the end the death of the protagonist? Isn't the last page of a book the worst and most dispiriting part of the book? I hate endings; the time invested in the book feels like a collapsed house of cards. But yet . . . There's the hope of the character to still live strong and free, maybe not in the pages of the book, but in our memories. We know that Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother live free from a preying wolf, we know that Jane Eyre is not spending eternity with her love -- for our stories reach for greater than the "Finis" at the end of our books. We are immortal beings, not in body but in Spirit. And God is our author.
My life is a novel which didn't start from page one, but begun with the publication info, table of contents, other works by the author, forward, etc. And like the characters in the book, I don't know what will happen on page 152 when I'm learning how to ride a bike on page 15. It's a story of development, the process of expanding my knowledge and view of the world -- and the story of the development of a protagonist.
And throughout this life, there's a recurring theme which we are unaware of. There are the conflicts that torment us; it tears away at the skin of our emotions, the shell of our bodies, and the center of our spirit. Then there are those piques that we so much desire and cherish; the cherry that sits atop the mountain of mush and crud.
What drives the character to finish the story? Isn't the end the death of the protagonist? Isn't the last page of a book the worst and most dispiriting part of the book? I hate endings; the time invested in the book feels like a collapsed house of cards. But yet . . . There's the hope of the character to still live strong and free, maybe not in the pages of the book, but in our memories. We know that Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother live free from a preying wolf, we know that Jane Eyre is not spending eternity with her love -- for our stories reach for greater than the "Finis" at the end of our books. We are immortal beings, not in body but in Spirit. And God is our author.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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