Saturday, September 5, 2015

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  • Zombies Are Real - Ernest Reyes
  • Setting Yourself Free - Gianna Parian
  • Why Books Are Magic - Isabelle Arboleda
  • Being The Only Girl - Christine Casa 
  • Non-Academics - Justin Asuncion
  • Skeptical Way Of Thinking - Philip Sartillo
  • APC's Anti-Smoking Campaign - Gila Reyes
  • Had A Dream - Nieva Balungcas
  • Sonnets - Bianca Tesoro
  • Racism and Discrimination - Nelly Macaraeg
  • My Life Calendar - Mark Dela Cruz
  • What Really Is A Hero Anyway? - Ellora Jandoc
  • BANGTAN SONYEONDAN (BTS) CONCERT - Angela Motil
  • When I Met God -  Mary Mateo
  • Friends! - Reign Silva





15 ~ I KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT NOW!

See that post title? THAT WAS A LIE! I still have no idea what to write about! Oh man life sucks!

HAHAHAHAHA!

No really, I am so lost on what to write. Maybe I can talk about not writing? Yeah, why not?

Writing is a form of art, and a form of study. Being a proficient writer isn't just about knowing the write words, but also understanding the flow and form of what you write. You must be flexible, as depending on what you write, your style would change. Every change must still reflect yourself in each write-up, however, and you must still have a distinct mark or signature style no matter what you do. Above that, you must finally think of what to write, and how to do it! All the while still maintaining good quality.

Taking all this into consideration, perhaps, writing is difficult seems difficult. In truth, it is not, all you must do is find the right inspiration, the right drive the - !

. . .

Heh heh.

HA HA HA!

I lie! Writing is as hard as hell! So hard that it makes you want to give up, over and over and over again! Why do I even bother sometimes!?

. . .

Well, I suppose it's because . . . writing is fun. No matter how difficult it gets, or how uninspired I may be, eventually, I always get an itch to write again. It's a way of expressing myself that's both personal and impersonal, and an expression that almost everyone can understand and relate to. It gives me a sense of comfort, when I think that sometimes, all I need to do for the day is write down what passes my imaginations.

14 ~ Making Stories and Writers Block




Uh . . . crap. I have no idea what to write next, and yes, I am talking about this blog. I was supposed to write something but now I . . . well, yeah. Now what?

I have a story to finish, more blogs to finish, and I have no idea what to write about next!!!

I'm sure you've all experience that at some point, and maybe it doesn't even have to do with writing - it could even be related to speaking. You could be lost on what to say next or just end up saying a bunch of nonsense that makes no sense! Does that makes sense to you yet? What is supposed to make sense anyway?

What's the point of blagrgag#@#a aasdfg aasdfghjkla qwre ytju njh gmn wqegvfdcvwegfg rebtgbbvadsvcy5%*^%tgfbfdvsd%^&vgh7uytb@#!dasgferhubtgfdfvmjny!@

See that wall of meaningless nonsense above? That's what happens when I have no idea what to write next!

13 ~ I Wish I Had The Skills To Go Pro



Video Gaming has advanced a long way from when it started. From it's humble roots as pixel games to the technological marvels that allows us to experience adventures and excitement of untold depths, depths that we would have never experience anywhere else except through our screens. To some people, it may seem a bit sad or strange that we could call sitting in front of a computer or television screen with a remote in our hands an adventure, but those people have no idea how truly magnificent games of today are.

Gaming has advanced so much, that those that have the skill, talent and discipline so as to be called "Pro-Gamers" manage to make a living out of it. The money pro-gamers make is comparable to professionals in sports, with prizes reaching in the millions of dollars.

I wish I could be a pro-gamer. I love games, and if I could make money out of them, that would be a dream come true!

Sadly, such a dream is far off. Many people underestimate just how difficult it is to become a pro, and how much harder it is to stay as one. The very same discipline you see on football fields, and basketball courts, the very same sweat and tears shed during long hours of practice, still exists in the world of pro-gaming, simply existing in different, but no-less intense, form.

The youngest pro gamer for the MOBA (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena) DotA 2, Syed Sumail Hassan, known by his player name "Suma1l" became a 16-year-old million dollar winner through gaming, by winning the internationals this year last August.


He's two years younger than I am, yet has made more money than I ever had, or even, ever will - dunno, depends on the job I get in the future. The fact remains, however, that he has made a lot of money by simply being good at what he loves, something I wish I could do.

12 ~ Why I Don't Work Well With Blogs




Blogs, as I've come to understand, are a creative, easy, and fun way to express yourself over the internet. It's allowed the spread of information and the cultivation of friendships that would have otherwise been impossible to foster because of distance. I respect it's contributions and feel glad for the people that manage a blog on a daily basis, but that doesn't change one thing:

I do NOT do well with blogs.

I've thought on it, even as I make this blog I want to put down my laptop and go for a stretch somewhere. Possibly forget about the whole thing.

I've come to the conclusion that the reason I don't like it is simple: I can't just express my personal things unless I'm face-to-face. Things I'm supposed to put on a blog, I feel much better communicating in front of a person. I'm not sure if it's weird or not, but it's the truth.

I'd much rather talk with someone about myself than write about it. It feels personal, which is just the way I like it. I don't like doing useless things, and for me, writing about my feelings where people who I don't know or care about can read. Ultimately, the best thing I could use a blog for is to vent out my frustrations, or write a story, but that's about it.

Friday, September 4, 2015

11 ~ Bayani Ba To? Heroism Seminar



Firstly, that seminar was great. Secondly. the movie preview was even greater. Thirdly, the ones in charge of the seminar were excellent. Overall, for the first non-academic related seminar I've had of the year, it was fantastic. I really like the way he explained things, and the answers he gave to certain questions from the crowd.

I like how they did not side with a particular belief about our heroes, and how they did not overtly glorify them. They reminded us that they were just normal humans like us, and had flaws and mistakes just like us. They were heroes not because they great beings, but because they were simple people that did great actions.

I for one, am excited about the movie. The people behind it really felt like they knew what they were doing; the last movies, about Aguinaldo and Bonifacio respectively, were, in short words, terrible - mostly due to the fact that they were biased towards a certain side of history, and the overall directing was terrible, so I'm remaining cautiously optimistic about this one.


Like what was said in the seminar, one should not believe that they are unable to contribute anything to the country, no matter what age. Simply doing your best and being helpful to the people around you, even if it's small acts only, is already a great contribution. Small actions eventually pile up and become big ones, and that is how the world changes.

Moreover, that is how a hero is made.

10 ~ APC's Anti-Smoking



When I think about smoking, the act of placing a carefully combined roll of tobacco and nicotine in your mouth and inhaling it into your lungs, I always tell myself that it has a special place near my heart - namely outside of it and nowhere near my lungs,

Excluding the steam from baths and the aromas from cooking, I absolutely hate smoke, smoke of any kind, whether it be from cars guzzling gasoline, smoke from burned trash, or smoke from a cigarette. I hate it because it makes me sick, it smells bad, it's cancerous, and many more reasons. It doesn't help that I'm asthmatic as well.


It's why I support APC's anti-smoking campaign completely. Most people don't realize or don't care about the inconvenience and dangers smoking does for themselves and others, If the campaign APC's running makes everyone just a bit more aware, that counts as a win in my book.

Also, I like the way they're going about it. Using animated slides is actually a better way to get the point across, rather than focusing on using real pictures. Real examples, while they provide a powerful image and the desire to turn away from it, can sometimes become more personal to a person, causing offence which could lead to them rejecting the message overall.

In any case, I just wish that people would stop smoking, or at the very least, do it in a place where it doesn't affect others. The air is polluted enough as it is.

9 ~ APC and my Academics!


My first subject at APC made me nothing but pleasantly surprised. Why is that? Because, as it happened, it was a glorious, glorious ALL ENGLISH TERM! Yahoo~! Isn't that wonderful?

Of course, you might be asking why it's wonderful, so allow me to answer: I consider myself very good, or at the very least well-versed at speaking and understanding English. So naturally, when I saw that all the subjects for my first term were in English, thoughts of a card where my grades averaged 3.5 floated fantastically.

Of course, life has a way of not going the way you want, and sometimes we forget that only to be reminded of it by a slap to the face, courtesy of reality. That slap to the face for me was when I realized that our grades would mostly be project driven, instead of based on test scores. 
Let it be known that I am absolutely terrible with projects - not because I can't do them, but because I am freaking lazy. As in, really lazy. Cramming is practically my occupation.



Still, I'm nothing if not flexible, so I adapted quickly to the new curriculum. Take note, however, that quickly, does not mean easily: I had a killer of a time forcing myself to adjust to this new pace!