I just got out of my POS class. We watched a flick about elections here in the philippines- with a hotchpotch of various commentaries and history(!). I really enjoy seeing these kinds of flick 'coz you can actually learn besides enjoying them. Most of the stuff shown are quite familiar- learned them back in highschool I guess- but some are new. Most of us probably know about the murders/assassinations Marcos did during election- aside his gruesome tactics during his martial rule- but the most of us probably don't know about the details of it. Do you know about the man who was shot 4 times trying to protect a balot box full of votes, embracing it and running just to protect it? Do you know about the NAMFREL volunteers who were shot dead- or those who risked their lives walking out of the COMELEC's primary chamber for counting the ballots (I forgot the name of the place)? Probably, only a few of us know about these "small things" that really counts big in its significant.
I always get this wierd feeling (shivers?) whenever I see
a people moving in the same direction. Such small acts somehow reflects what each of us should do to make our own country work. A priest in the movie said something like, "there has been a change since EDSA". That really moves me a lot. I think the zeitgeist can be be described in the same way.
And no, I'm not your usual idealist. I don't aspire for everyone to be good and be concern about the common good of this society. Heck, I've read too much of Machiavelli to be this kind of quintessential highschool psuedo-intellectual. I know the practical implications of what I've just doodled. It's not about a hero complex or anything that make myself distinct over everybody else- because then again, we usually participate in collective discourse only when it affect us- but just about the movement of ourselves as people. I really think this is something awesome- something fantastic- to put it simply, something sacred. It is, after all, the drama of becoming what we want to be. Well, maybe there a imagining of self involved whenever I think about living this particular way.
I have thought of this before- but somehow my philo Teach articulates it even better: that it is through this movement that the voice of God manifests. If you're not a Christian, better be one! No, just kidding. I think this same idea is applies to any religion. For one, when I asked my religion teacher- a buddhist monk- back in high school about how was the world created, she told me that WE created it- and I think she meant the beginning not the conception. Of course, I was perplexed. Somehow, religions view this particular movement holy. Moreover, this is not some abstract concept of something holy because it is born in human experience- which makes it even more worth celebrating.
Tell me this is happening right now...
Literally exhausted putting all those sticks beside our saplings- oh, educate me about their importance please- aside from the obvious protection. Does it really help straightening those trees? Anyway, back on my a little bit pissed off mode- and rarely do I get to this mode. My gulay! I must have sweat a gallon already. I need to see my doctor later this day. With my pale face and and dried lips, a week's confinement won't be enough. I'm turning whiter and whiter now... Need *heavy breath* some *gasping* air. Whatever. Gawd knows if I can even finish this entry. And! I need some neat shirt...
Feels like some dementor sucked out the life in me. Whatever. I can use a fresh shirt right this instant!
Ok. Let me give you a brief of what happened: Was late for POS class so I had to run to the train station. Checked time at the station: 720. Got freaked a bit. Got out of katipunan station. Checked time: 748. Got freaked a little more. Ran ran ran to the jeepney stop. Got the same one I had last friday- the driver required my ID for the discount. Trouble rummaging through my stuff- irked people a bit by elbowing them while doing this. Ran again to the tric stop near the bridge. Had the final sprint to faura avr and discovered (!) that Teach gave a free cut. I thought, a free cut?! Impossible! She's supposed to give us our exams today. Went to ssavr and our usual classroom just to double checked. It was indeed a free cut.
Bummed in the lib for half an hour- got to read about islam extremists (What a name!)- sucide bombings to be exact. These "religious" have corrupted even the most decent of minds. A teacher and a community leader! What kind of corruption do they practice? I want to know- and maybe try them on some fellas here. Hehe!
Texted philo groupmates about the putting-the sticks (sounds crazy enough for me) activity. At nine, we proceeded with this task. And what a task! Scorching sun and 31 sticks to plant- imagine the labor...
Song of the day's probably
Ironic- Dang it! More of the negative irony of this world! Dang it ulit!- by Alanis. Well some thanks to the world- or to you who sits up there wherever- for giving me this humorous experience. And yeah, thanks for letting me slacken a bit. Not that I'm trying to seem the victim in this story- but in a way, I am- but that this is a story after all. And it's nice to think of some author. So, thanks. I am not a victim (
American Beauty style, the mother holding a gun.)
5 minutes to go before ISA class. He's probably handing out our first long test. Get me a decent grade please!
Blogger got rid of my enrty last night! I really don't know why but when I tried publishing it, blogger asked for my username and password again. So I guess I'll just re-type everything again... Oh I'm at the Faura lab right now. I'm the only one in the room so it's quite eerie here. Hmm hmm hmm hmm- Ken are you reading this?! haha! I still get panicky when I get to be in a desolated areas- Like right now. That story got stuck in my head. Help me someone.
Two exerpt chapters and an entire book. *bang* the lab supervisor (I really don't know what to call her so shut up) just made her entrance- civilization at last- though not quite. haha! Back on the track. Yep, I read everything last monday to tueday morning- with only 3 hours of sleep in sum. That was due yesterday-just for one lecture. Readings were ok except that there were just a lot of them! Even if there's the weekend, can't he possibly imagine us living non-reading lives?! Honestly, this is turning to be quite a routine already- which is bad i guess.
Anywho. My entry last night was about the goings-on last weekend. Forgive my apathy about politics ladies and gentlemen. I'm not in my usual bitter or enthused mood- oh yes they belong in the same category- thus I'm writing everything down as it is.
-Friday. Went to a meeting (was late. Surprise surprise!), a GA for some ten minutes (Luv the Dance Troupe), and a gang group thing for Kaingin. Was all ok except for the first- I just don't know most of them. And (!) the gang group thing was a disaster! We were told to describe peeps in our gang and, the stupid me(!) wrote some flattering remarks for this certain someone. I shouldn't have written it! I now seemed to her friends(!) that I like her. And I get that awkward feeling when talking to her. People! Why does it have to be great a deal!!!
- Went to Andie's after my first sabotage. Dugged through her treasures of DVDs and finally got Devil's Advocate and The Godfather. It was heavily raining so I decided to stay some more hours. She tortured me with a classic film- literally black and white(!). Well, it was not so bad 'coz the film was really funny- slapstick and the fast paced chit chats (american accent at its best rendering me stupid not to follow every line). She offered me an apple an honey snack- implying to her that I did not eat anything since the org stuff. How kind I thought. Honey and apple seemed to be a great combination for a snack. But oh no! NO NO NO! The third slice of honey-coated apple made me choke to death. I couldn't really breath for some three minutes!!! And my dear friend just stood there handing me the mirror telling me how red I was- Totally nonchalant, which helped profoundly thank you very much. Anyway, I finished a portion of the black and white movie, got the DVDs and left.
- Staturday aftenoon was tutoring time. Everything was great excpet that we had to teach in cramped space. We taught the kids in their houses. The kids were fine except for a few excessively timid ones. The Kaingin crowd was okay too- it's just that I stil don't know most of them. I hope those kids did learn something from us. Was quite a bit overbearing then, so sorry fella tutors.
-This is not another activity but I thought to write it down all the same. I didn't go to Rompz's party. To my surprise, my absence was indeed a blessing because a certain dame whom I utterly detest- just to exaggerate my point- was invited along with some more MIS peeps. And booze is not my kind of fun. Weird.
-Watched four movies. I
am Sam(!), Patch Adams(!!), Devil's Advocate(!!!), The Godfather (oh yeah!). I was a bit annoyed that I didn't understand some of Don Carleon's murmured chit chats. Anyway, the movie was great- corruption at its best.
I am Sam was okay too but it's a bit mushy. Style was okay to0- the mtv-like scenes with the lively music and the jerky camera, was effective in capturing emotions on screen.
Patch Adams was a good flick too, though it borders on the same mushiness as
I am Sam. I get that warm feeling after watching it.
The Devil's Advocate and
The Godfather were the ones that really tackles this corrupt world- sure are two good movies.
- Oh, Sis passed her exams and would be leaving for a 5-year study/work in Canada- a certain uni at Ontario come this October. I would be left alone soon. We'll see if that would be a good thing for me. I think I've forgiven her already- not that I want to seem like I'm the victim in our long enduring war, but just that I think I'm okay with all that ha happened between us- though I'm still as irked as before whenever she does what she wants despit others objecting. Whatever.
Now I'm here at Faura Lab making some sense of what I just have written down. I'll be going to my dentist- Hoping she'll not debate me about GMA (because she tends to jerk those dentist tools at my mouth whenever she becomes emotional about politics)- a Kaingin meeting and a Celadon Class.