There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I’m going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

I got a surprise! A good friend gave me this, one of my all time favorite movies.



so I watched again (and what a coincidence, the movie's on tv earlier tonight too). i can go on and on about my favorite line but this time, as i watched, this particular conversation hit me:


NEIL
How can you stand it?

KEATING
Stand what?

NEIL
You can go anywhere. You can do
anything. How can you stand being here?

KEATING
'Cause I love teaching. I don't wanna be
anywhere else.


well said, Mr. Keating. that's exactly how i feel.

what is the price of friendship?
apparently, about 20M (right, my good "friend"?).


just wanna vent. will rant more soon. i need some sleep first.

godspeed, NU. and thank you

i lighted a candle and cried buckets of tears. this is just so sad.



The last few minutes of NU107. Fans and artists alike bound together by the Home of New Rock came to send the station off.

Chris Cruise: "It's a minute before 12. NU107 is DWNU FM at 107-dot-5 megahertz in Pasig. ONCE the loudest and proudest member of the KBP. This has been NU107, the Philippines' one and only home of NU Rock. We are signing off."

thanks NU for the soundtrack of (and getting me through) my growing years.

23 years that ended with static.

my car stereo feels lost already

at lunchtime

dad: "you seem to be feeling down lately. why?"

me: "it's my workload this second semester. i.....(yada yada yada...i told him how i felt)"

dad: "i saw your blog post while i checked my email this morning"

me: "well yeah. i was so pissed and i still am"

dad: "oh c'mon! you are the poster child for positivity! your friends see that. your students see that. you can always see the good in everything. and you let this little thing get to you? that's a shame"

me: nom nom nom (can't think of anything else to say)

it amazes me still how my dad can say so little and yet get to me.

so yeah. i will look for the good in this crap.

will get back to you on that. hopefully soon.

What I would have told myself a few years back if I knew I would have listened.

a friend sent me a link to this pic.

just let me vent for a minute. thanks.

so i was just given my work load for this second semester. i love it that i will be handling just one subject - with lecture and laboratory classes to boot! - for the next five months or so BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT ...... i hate my schedule! i get to have 7am classes every freaking day and end at 6pm! plus, my schedule is so broken that i have 2/3/even 4 hour breaks in between! watdapackisdat??

i am so pissed. i mean, why explain the loading system when it just won't be followed?

i asked for some consideration and i got none. and it's not as if i don't deserve it. i do. i fucking do.

this is crap. absolute crap.

so, should i consider bacolod an option now?

on packing

we pack a lot because we think of "what might be", "what else might happen" during our trip. in doing so, we fill our bags to the brim (and even incur costly excess baggage fees). but if we just pack enough, we travel light and in doing so have enough space in our bags for new stuff, new things that remind us of wonderful memories/experiences we had along the way.

This is the underrated ecstasy—and the tragic paradox—of staying alive: I love getting older, because it allows me to remember things I once needed to learn. I feel like I understand music more today than I did yesterday, and yesterday I understand it more than I did two days ago. But yet, I wonder: Does this understanding only serve to signify that this part of my life is supposed to be over? Is “understanding” an emotional, unserious art missing the point entirely? Maybe. But I can’t stop, even if I should. I’ll always be interested in What The Kids Are Listening To, even as that interest becomes the sonic equivalent of looking at animals inside a zoo. I see a zebra, and I know what it is. But you know what I can’t see? How zebras look to a zebra. And that, I realize, is what matters most.

excerpt from “All the Kids are Right,” Eating the Dinosaur by Chuck Klosterman.