Finally I am free from the horror that is the exams. Seriously, I lacked the sleep last night to hopefully maintain my sanity and now I am going to rest my brain by shutting off unnecessary things. Hopefully fate would allow me to rest.
SR Referendum?
First and foremost the DEFEND the OSR alliance calls for the students to defend the OSR from admin intervention. The mere existence of a referendum in the new UP charter without the prior knowledge of the students, is already a manifestation of admin intervention in student affairs.
Given that the new UP charter is already a law, we, the students, are given no choice but to do something about it. In the new UP charter, the selection of a new student regent should undergo a process of referendum, before the admin recognize the new SR. If the referendum fails, we will lose our sole representation in the board of regents, plain and simple.
Those who do not see the logic behind it are either blind or pretending to be blind. Yes, whether the referendum fails or not, the Office of the Student Regent, itself, as a structure will continue to exist. Shahana Abdulwahid might still remain as the SR. She might still continue using the OSR, but that does not give us any assurance that the admin will continue to recognize Shahana as the representative of the students in the BOR. That does not give us the assurance that the BOR will continue to recognize the existence of an SR...that is only one of the many things that might happen when the referendum fails.
There are many things that could happen, and those things does not necessarily mean it's favorable to us students. And if we happen to not-act out our rights and defend what we should and previously had long before this whole catastrophe happened, we will fall down to their hands and be played like discarded chess pieces lying on the floor of defeat.
We cannot also discard the possibility of an SR-Malacanang appointee, if the referendum fails. Since the failure of the referendum will show of a lack of unity among the ranks of the students, the admin might feel the need to intervene and supposedly "help" us in our dilemma. now, we all know what a malacanang appointee would mean. But, that also might not happen given a section in the UP charter that says that the SR selection process is a sole student affair. But then again, given the long history of the struggles of the students in fighting for their rights, it would not be surprising that the admin will find a way of intervening in student affairs.
Would you trust a complete stranger, per se, in the middle of nowhere, to tell you where you'd find freedom? Where you'd find a cozy place to rest? If a high-school graduate is capable of becoming a barangay chairman, what more could a student be? Of course, given that he could manage his academics. But academics does not say anything about responsibility. It only says something about how well you understand what your teacher understands and says to you, not on how well-versed you are in the topic. If you are well-versed in the topic you'd still have no assurance that you'd get a good grade from your prof (as an experience with one professor that is unclear in his decisions).
Voting yes to the referendum is securing our student rights--the rights that students before us have fought hard with their lives. If we fail the referendum, the time, efforts, and lives spent by these students will be put to waste. failing the referendum is tantamount to willingly surrendering our rights.
I always thought adults are previously those children whose dreams were bright and peaceful, but looking at now it seems their own, selfish future's what they are playing, and are cutting of the future of this world. In my opinion, and I wish to extend this opinion to all so that they would share my own, to continue such act would mean that they are cutting off the supposedly upcoming future. Go on, and stop giving the children a chance to equip themselves, and later on when you are old and turning to dust will you regret that you have left nothing to save this world from what you have done.
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As a final note, if you are going to give me negative comments, keep them to yourselves. I don't need them. I respect your decisions, no matter how absurd your reasons may be, so I dearly hope you respect mine. Don't give me crap about how wrong am I in doing this, because frankly, I don't care. I've understood what it means to vote yes. I attended and understood enough to make a stand. I don't make a stand based from what my affiliations say (i.e., what my organization's stand is), I base them from my own understanding. After all, I have the freedom to do so.
Unhappy, starting now.
Earlier this morning I have felt a very serious wave of unlucky-ness that I had hopefully asked for my feeling to be wrong. Even though yesterday was supposed to be my birthday, it did not excused me for the colossal holocaust that was bound to happen to this day forward.
Needless to say that it did not make me any happier than I am, and that is saying a lot.
I do not know why, but I feel this strong intuition that there is someone out there, someone close, that is always at beck and call whenever there is a need to prove me wrong, even if it is fucking 100% right. Even if I'm supposed to not-give-a-damn or disprove their "trying to disprove me" theory, I just keep myself quiet and let them feel their false victory. I mean, you can't blame me if I can control my emotions. You cannot blame me if I'm so forgiving.
Wrong.
I'm very unforgiving, I'm very vengeful, I'm very sadistic, and as a sugar-coated cherry on the top of the ice cream, I'm downright evil. I'm just coating it with a silent face. Maybe you could say that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. Well, I don't care.
I don't know if I'm able to keep this facade any longer. If I'm not so considerate of others feelings I would've dealt with it the old way - removing them from the face of the earth without any emotions attached. I could still remember the day when I impaled a pen on my class mate's leg, and that was when I was six years old.
Hah, sweet memories.
From now on, I shall keep my emotions at bay. Why? Because I am sure that whatever my reactions about to and for people would instantly send them to thinking. As if I care.
Yeah, I do care. I cry everyday about it.
Pfft. As if. I haven't cried in two years.
Surely an egoistical, self-centered, know-it-all elitist-ish being would fathom what he/she thinks he/she could swallow, even if you end up eating other's portion, or choking out yourself.
A big sigh please? Thank you.
Needless to say that it did not make me any happier than I am, and that is saying a lot.
I do not know why, but I feel this strong intuition that there is someone out there, someone close, that is always at beck and call whenever there is a need to prove me wrong, even if it is fucking 100% right. Even if I'm supposed to not-give-a-damn or disprove their "trying to disprove me" theory, I just keep myself quiet and let them feel their false victory. I mean, you can't blame me if I can control my emotions. You cannot blame me if I'm so forgiving.
Wrong.
I'm very unforgiving, I'm very vengeful, I'm very sadistic, and as a sugar-coated cherry on the top of the ice cream, I'm downright evil. I'm just coating it with a silent face. Maybe you could say that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. Well, I don't care.
I don't know if I'm able to keep this facade any longer. If I'm not so considerate of others feelings I would've dealt with it the old way - removing them from the face of the earth without any emotions attached. I could still remember the day when I impaled a pen on my class mate's leg, and that was when I was six years old.
Hah, sweet memories.
From now on, I shall keep my emotions at bay. Why? Because I am sure that whatever my reactions about to and for people would instantly send them to thinking. As if I care.
Yeah, I do care. I cry everyday about it.
Pfft. As if. I haven't cried in two years.
Surely an egoistical, self-centered, know-it-all elitist-ish being would fathom what he/she thinks he/she could swallow, even if you end up eating other's portion, or choking out yourself.
A big sigh please? Thank you.
I'm 19 on the 19th?
Well, good grief I'm already 19. From this day onward, I'm officially one step closer to being an adult, not that it matters or as if I do care. What matters was what happened this day. I had so much fun being greeted at by my friends, even if I did not had the capability to buy myself a banquet for a lot of people.
Anyway, I'm going to be soooo dead the next morning.
Anyway, I'm going to be soooo dead the next morning.
Windows Se7en Ultimate
It was only yesterday that I've managed to set up my PC to run Windows se7en. Needless to say, I'm quite enjoying myself with the new features it has. The following are the ones I've tried already:
By the way, I've written this entry with my speech program that's built in the OS.
- Voice-activated commands. You'd think this is old school, but no. I've managed to type a whole page of a story with just me saying it! It's really cool. Plus, I could command the computer to do a lot of things. :D
- Biometric security. This is really freakin' cool. I mean, you can set up your computer so that no one but you can access your computer. It utilizes your fingerprint. :D
- Touch Screen response. It makes your PC look like iPod touch... but it loses to...
- overall look of the system.
By the way, I've written this entry with my speech program that's built in the OS.
Madam Auring... Me Asim Pa? EWWWWWWWWWW!
Like, I was totally disturbed last night when my room mate turned on his radio and right away did we heard the voice of the queen of the damned (Damned queen, take your pick). She was the guest of that night, and hopefully stays that night alone.
During the course of the discussion, we have heard her saying something along this line:
MA: Me nakikita akong Sinag.
DJ: Ano pong sinag? Fluorescent po ba o bulb?
MA: Ung Sinag talaga.
DJ: Ah, so hindi talaga fluorescent
MA: Tapos nakita ko si Jesus...
... And that's where I placed the punchline, "Sinunsundo na kasi siya" And of course, we had the ROTFLLOLZWUT (Rolling on the Floor Laughing lolzwut).
Then on another part:
DJ: So Madam Auring, me asim pa po ba kayo?
MA: OO naman.
... and we determined the sourness. First we tested it with Kamias, no luck. We then settled with Sampaloc since it is both very sour and totally crispy. Then we had a conversation aftwerwards:
Inoch: Pano kaya siya no? Kelangan ng madaming lubricant... (tawa c cheezliz)
ShiningRiver: Hindi lubricant lang ang kelangan don...
Inoch & Cheezliz: ano?
ShiningRiver: Ano nga uli tawag dun? Ah! Prongs. (Tawa si Cheezliz at Inoch). Tapos kelangang maraming oil kasi baka mag-snap. (Halakhak na kami).
AS a finale, I would like to present Madam Auring's Single: May Asim Pa Ako:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acGU-5amo2o
Like I said, eww.
A Not-So-Very White Christmas
Well, this would be the very big knockout of the century. How did I spend my white christmas without snow? Isn't white a color of a paint? Well, let's just say that my walls are painted white... still I'm spending a 'white christmas'.
Pardon me for my actions. I'm feeling very uneasy. It seems that I am sick today. I am sincerely hoping that I do not repeat the sickness in the following years. I've been having this sickness since early November, and it keeps on coming back.
Sigh. The very best way to spend Christmas was to be active, and here I am, bedridden.
Still, it won't stop me from spending my holidays 100%.
You know, I've been very concerned about my room mate. He told me he didn't went home this holiday (IOW, he's been in the room ever since the start of classes, and I could barely recall him going home). So, I'm trying my best to wish him a merry holiday. I'd do my best to make him smile when I return. I feel sad for him... though I don't really know why he decided to stay.
Anyway, a Joyful Holiday to you all!
It's the Cupid's Fault, like always.
Well, hopefully this post would not be about me. That is saying much, I can promise you.
Anyway, just recently I have witnessed a close friend of mine having the heartbreak of the century (well, the recent one... since I don't keep track of his lovelife... Like it matters to me). To make my feelings summarized, I was both sad and pissed. Sad because he's going through a rough time. Pissed since I can't understand his exact situation (because whenever I hear things, I hear the complete opposite a while later).
He said that he's not 'bitter', per se, but in reality I do not think so. I mean, if you don't give a damn, why cry? Of course there were times that I cried, but that was a year ago. I haven't cried about love in like... a century ago or something. I could joke around my lovelife like it's nothing, but in reality it means a whole lot to me. I just know how to deal with it.
...And I think he [my friend] doesn't know how to deal with it 'exactly'.
After the tearful session (and I wasn't included in the tears... yay), he was cursing like hell. I say with certainty that this is not the first time I have heard him cuss like that. Still doesn't make me feel any safe... though I could defend myself, I just don't want to (any offering of comfort and security are severely welcomed. Just apply to me, and we'll see.) I don't really think it is normal to be destructive when you feel depressed about love. I positively think that one should be fine with sulking. Sulking is a passive, non-destructive way to deal with problems... and cussing is a passive, semi-destructive way to deal with problems. Then there's the ultimatum: Massacre is an active, ultra-destructive way to deal with problems... and torture would just be the icing on the cake.
Enough with the cake... it makes me so hungry.
At least after that event, I haven't heard him talking about it. As if it matters to me. It does, but I don't try to mingle with the problems, especially in depressions. I'd most probably say "Come, let's do a slashaton. I'll get the chainsaw. Choose your weapon!"
So let's go to my problem. Is it just me, or Cupid hates me like I hate worms, which is saying a lot? I mean, people say that those I love are commonly unreachable. I don't know... did it become a prerequisite for me to love? I cannot say. So what if it makes me the north pole to my beloved south pole? So what if the galaxy's not the only space between us? I don't care. I've already binded myself with one person, even if that person does not give a damn. At least we have a thing in common. It just makes me think of one long line in a story I read:
See? It's really long. It's also meaningful, right? Quite summarizes what I want to say.
Hope you enjoy reading my post. Till next time :D
Anyway, just recently I have witnessed a close friend of mine having the heartbreak of the century (well, the recent one... since I don't keep track of his lovelife... Like it matters to me). To make my feelings summarized, I was both sad and pissed. Sad because he's going through a rough time. Pissed since I can't understand his exact situation (because whenever I hear things, I hear the complete opposite a while later).
He said that he's not 'bitter', per se, but in reality I do not think so. I mean, if you don't give a damn, why cry? Of course there were times that I cried, but that was a year ago. I haven't cried about love in like... a century ago or something. I could joke around my lovelife like it's nothing, but in reality it means a whole lot to me. I just know how to deal with it.
...And I think he [my friend] doesn't know how to deal with it 'exactly'.
After the tearful session (and I wasn't included in the tears... yay), he was cursing like hell. I say with certainty that this is not the first time I have heard him cuss like that. Still doesn't make me feel any safe... though I could defend myself, I just don't want to (any offering of comfort and security are severely welcomed. Just apply to me, and we'll see.) I don't really think it is normal to be destructive when you feel depressed about love. I positively think that one should be fine with sulking. Sulking is a passive, non-destructive way to deal with problems... and cussing is a passive, semi-destructive way to deal with problems. Then there's the ultimatum: Massacre is an active, ultra-destructive way to deal with problems... and torture would just be the icing on the cake.
Enough with the cake... it makes me so hungry.
At least after that event, I haven't heard him talking about it. As if it matters to me. It does, but I don't try to mingle with the problems, especially in depressions. I'd most probably say "Come, let's do a slashaton. I'll get the chainsaw. Choose your weapon!"
So let's go to my problem. Is it just me, or Cupid hates me like I hate worms, which is saying a lot? I mean, people say that those I love are commonly unreachable. I don't know... did it become a prerequisite for me to love? I cannot say. So what if it makes me the north pole to my beloved south pole? So what if the galaxy's not the only space between us? I don't care. I've already binded myself with one person, even if that person does not give a damn. At least we have a thing in common. It just makes me think of one long line in a story I read:
"You're scared, but I'll be here for you. Please, let me be the one to hold your
hand through the way. Let me be the one to stand by your side through the good
and the bad. Through the hard times and good times, I'll never abandon you. I
know there is little that I can offer you... since I know you hate me. It must
be irritating to have to see the one you hate so much each and every day, and if
you want, I'll even make it so that you won't have to see my face. You won't
have to hear my voice. But I'll stay close by, guarding you like an angel. You
can yell at me, and scold me all you want if it helps you. You can continue to
scream the hurtful and painful words to me until there is nothing left to say. I
stay. I'll listen. I won't talk back. I'll be like a good and obedient dog
tending to my master. Tell me you want to see me struck by lightening. Tell me
that you want to see me freeze under the cold snow. Tell me you want to see me
whipped until blood drips from my mouth. Tell me that you wish someone would run
me over with a car... with a bus... with a truck. Tell me that you want to shoot
me with a gun. Tell me that you want to pierce my heart with a stake while I
sleep. I'll love it if it's all that you could say to me. It'll be all that you
have to say to me. You don't have to say anything nice to me. You can say
whatever you like, and I'll make it all that I need to hear. I won't cry... I
won't throw you out. I'll take it. I'll live through all of it. Chastise me with
words of hate, and I'll make you everything that I have. You will be my whole
world, my cruel paradise of anguish and pain. Just as long as you are near by,
I'll be fine. Break me with words that would tear a wild stallion to pieces.
Stay with me. I'll worship you until the day God judges the world. You will be
all that I have."
See? It's really long. It's also meaningful, right? Quite summarizes what I want to say.
Hope you enjoy reading my post. Till next time :D
Sai's Business Unusual
Hah, the title's a pun, actually.
Anyway, yesterday I have set up my business. I plan on offering computer-related services. I got my first job yesterday. It was fun to do so, actually, though painstaking.
I hope I get more the following year.
Anyway, yesterday I have set up my business. I plan on offering computer-related services. I got my first job yesterday. It was fun to do so, actually, though painstaking.
I hope I get more the following year.
A Fated Meeting
I was sleeping so soundly when I felt something resting on me. I slowly opened my eyes to see my dad put my things on my stomach. I said, "What the hell?" He just shrugged and said, "Your grandmother's outside. Go greet her." And so I did.
After greeting her, I ate some noodles. We then went to Max's (It's a restaurant) and went to see my cousin for the first time.
Well, I was a little shocked, though. I mean, he's supposed to be Canadian and all (well, he does have the white skin and semi-blond hair and all), but he doesn't look like much. Just a common foreigner. He wasn't even that talkative! I was having a hard time dealing with him because I'm not used to meet new people... although he's literally my cousin.
Anyway, after that, I went home, and they went their own way. Sadly, I haven't been able to interact with my cousin. Sigh. I was expecting to get along well.
After greeting her, I ate some noodles. We then went to Max's (It's a restaurant) and went to see my cousin for the first time.
Well, I was a little shocked, though. I mean, he's supposed to be Canadian and all (well, he does have the white skin and semi-blond hair and all), but he doesn't look like much. Just a common foreigner. He wasn't even that talkative! I was having a hard time dealing with him because I'm not used to meet new people... although he's literally my cousin.
Anyway, after that, I went home, and they went their own way. Sadly, I haven't been able to interact with my cousin. Sigh. I was expecting to get along well.
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- Sai Hikawa
- Hi, I'm Sai. Welcome to my blog. This blog contains all codings I've done over the course of my college life. >.< All of them are copyrighted, so please DO NOT OWN!