http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/ oo, umunga ang baka. kaya't pakinggan ang sinabi ng mahiwagang baka. en Thu, 28 Dec 2006 15:58:42 +0000 moving hmm. i'm tired of moving back and forth. so as of now, temporarily, i am moving to multiply ..
www.isawatsago.multiply.com 
see yah!
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1347221.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1347221.html Thu, 28 Dec 2006 15:58:41 +0000 my birthday okay so my 20th birthday was two days ago, but i still have to write about it, yeah?
So what happened? The day actually started out rotten. I had to wake up early to push my car (yes, push. the battery did something weird hence you can't get the car started.) then I was a bit groggy due to the all-nighter i pulled to finish, or rather to cram, our report for Comm 120 (Mass Media Law), which by the way i arrived late in due to the heavy traffic and car pushing.
i went inside the room, late, and scurried over to my seat. Lara made me smile by trying to "hug" me and greet me happy birthday discreetly because our professor was infront of us talking.
And we didn't get to report after all. Kind of a downer really, i wanted to get over the thing before the year ended. But not every wish was to come true.
Oh, a perk for that day was that the minimum fare was Php7 ! Well, even if it was only a 50 centavo decrease, it was still a perk.
after that i went to the VCM tambayan. Agnes was there (yey!) and she sang, with Ella's help that is, 'Till they take my heart away'. heehee. I told them ages ago that they don't have to sing Happy Birthday, just that song and i'd be happy, happy, happy.
(i'd tell the story of the shawarma rice, but that's for later.)
my treat was supposed to be ISAW-ALL-YOU-CAN-BEHBEH. well it did happen. hahaha. jem, ruby and i trudged over the kalai isawan, meeting neil along the way. we were the only ones supposed to go there...but no, en route, aya, ate este and homer spotted us from yakal. so they joined over our merry band of isaw people. so we were there, minding our business (that is ordering 150 pieces of isaw.) when one of us spotted kuya jerson. wait, or was it the other way around? well, anyhow, he came over to where we were noisily at and joined us too. after each piece was perfectly grilled and fan to perfection, we went back to the tambayan, two plastic bag fulls of isaw. i forgot how many people were there, but less than 10 minutes, everything was gone.
they tried to "honor" me, saying what i was to them. hahahha. mostly had the first impression that i was "mataray", but as they got to know me, they realized that i am just a bully. hahaha. no, but really i am. :D
then they prayed for me, this was what i was waiting for. blessings, yeah.
i went to the music practice afterwards because jem told me to. i had to wait for them to finish when ryan, dennis, jem, aya and ate este prayed for me.
grabe, blessing talaga.
so that was how basically my first birthday (during a school day in college) went.
haha.
thank you to all the people who greeted me and who shared the isaw madness. thank you to those who prayed for me this is really what made my day.
until my 21st!   
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1339627.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1339627.html Wed, 13 Dec 2006 01:25:03 +0000 pfft kinikilig ako.
heehee. kinikilig ako.
holy cow, thank God i don't blush that easily anymore.
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1332568.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1332568.html Thu, 30 Nov 2006 13:03:24 +0000 indulgence i think it may be time that i indulge myself with such. but then again i know i should not. not yet now anyway, too much to do you see.
having such contentment with the barest hint of love.
however, it was all but the general feeling of last night's dream.
i banish them, just so you know. i can't work properly with such bothersome thoughts.
you've bothered me in my slumber five times at least. the latest was the most disturbing - never have i felt such in a dream and it does frighten me.
another thing to conquer then.
there must be no room for indulgence.
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1322234.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1322234.html Sat, 11 Nov 2006 15:32:58 +0000 full tank and norah jones is love true. a full tank of gas with norah jones playing on my radio is love.

a roadmap to boot and just me and my car Kislap going particularly nowhere at night or at dawn.

i'm happy.
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1318485.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1318485.html Sun, 05 Nov 2006 11:52:18 +0000 Pride and Prejudice I've just recently finished reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Unfortunately for me, I've seen the film even before I read the book, hence I have relied on the actors to provide me how the characters look. I don't, however, mind Mr. Darcy. That I do.

It took quite a while to get the hang of reading the book. Much like Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, Austen's prose was far too verbose for the new century. Heavy laden with words that one might not use today, even in their conversations - it took me half-a-day before I was absorbed into the flow of the language. However, it was lyrical, witty and pretty much what one would expect of 19th Century literature.

Here thereto are some of my favorite passages from the novel (Bantam Classics version).

"...We must not expect a lively young man to be always guarded and circumspect. It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does."
"And men take care that they should."
A conversation between Jane and Elizabeth pp117 -118

"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
Mr. Darcy's profession of love towards Elizabeth p162

"Well, my dear," said he, when she ceased speaking, "I have no more to say. If this be the case, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you, my Lizzy, to any one less worthy."
Mr. Bennet to his daughter Elizabeth after hearing her side why she wants to marry Mr. Darcy p324

"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle even before I knew I had begun."
Mr.Darcy to Elizabeth when asked to account for his ever falling in love with her p327

It was first that I saw Ang Lee's 1995 version of Sense and Sensibility that I have encountered Jane Austen. I was roaring to see the latest Pride and Prejudice after that. Haven't seen Emma and Mansfield Park though, but rest assured I will be scouring dvd stalls for that. Then my dvd-hunt if there was ever one made, of the BBC mini series of Pride and Prejudice where Colin Firth plays Mr. Darcy. If you do know where to find this particular version, please pray tell.

Dare say, I have finally begun my affair with Ms. Jane Austen.
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1318004.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1318004.html Sat, 04 Nov 2006 15:03:52 +0000 if two measly words and yet their implication too profound. huh.
anyway, i was rusing a question my aunt asked me recently.
if you were drowning, what would you yell?
help or tulong?
i honestly didn't know what to answer. if i yelled help, i don't think people would take me seriously, but if i yell tulong, i sound too awkward and it might sound utterly konyo. not that i would be thinking that if i were drowning. no, not really.
helong.
tulp.
nope, combinations doesn't sound good either.
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1317467.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1317467.html Fri, 03 Nov 2006 16:58:03 +0000 college i've been a college student for 5 semesters now - that's about two years and a half. i took up my freshman year in UPLB and and sophomore and junior years in UP Diliman.

i think i've grown up. that's it. 10 pounds heavier and a lot more dressed down, a tad messier too, but that's different yeah?

i've grew up, especially in my faith. never been happier, really. i like college now better than i did high school i think. don't get me wrong, i loved high school, did some serious growing up too but college is different.

i was in the fast track of becoming a full-pledged atheist, joined a sorority (first year, first sem at that) and decided to give Christ a chance only as a new year's resolution. that all happened in my freshman year.

i never looked back.

i was part of the LB church for less than three months i guess, not counting april and may, then i was booted to QC.

i'm loving every minute of it.

sure, there are things that i miss about LB, but QC has absorbed me. now that i think about it, i'm a QC girl with a hint of LB. haha. but i'm alright with that. QC had a hand in what college did to me. my academic and church life have been too entwined sometimes i don't know where one begins and the other ends.

college taught me to be more responsible and take my studies at least seriously, but to never forget to have fun. your friends will either help you to success or will be the one who'll bring you down. my family almost always told me the ugly truth. i learned how to push myself to better myself. i learned to love the people who will be stuck with me hopefully for the rest of my life. i appreciated that they were there to cheer me on, to guide me, to deal with me. i learned to be thankful of the little things, even how caring the ates and kuyas are when they hand you your C2 or soimais or fishballs. i learned to read and rewrite some of my notes. i learned how to appreciate the beauty and smell of a good quality photocopied readings. i learned how to be ingenious and thrifty. i learned not to cross with the people taking your jeepney fare. i learned to scorn professors when they don't show up half of the semester and love professors that even though they're boring you'll really learn something. i loved that i could learn from these people the university entrusted to teach the students. i appreciated the value of a good tambayan where you could actually sleep or laugh with your adopted family. i learned to appreciate monay with cheese during my otherwise costcutting days. college taught me the value of water and freedom of speech. it taught me how to be aware to what's happening around me. to always bring a sturdy umbrella that would withstand the strong winds and baking hot sun. i learned to enjoy the bathroom vandalisms and to shake my head at the most absurd ones. college taught me to just love life. 

college taught me how faith is important, even in your studies and that Christ should be involved in every aspect of your life. yes that's right, every aspect. college was the one who pointed out how much i needed God in my life.

college. what about it? it saw me grow up. i'm still growing up though. i have three more semesters to go, including the incoming one.

college saw me take on more responsibilities. college molded me to fight and to care. 

i'm getting too sentimental for my own sake. QC did that however. haha. they turned me into a softie but a toughie. they nurtured my weirdness.

i'm happy about that.

come to think of it. i'm happy as a clam right now.

took me almost three years and the shortest sembreak i ever had to realize that. huh.


PS. on a completely different note however, the CRS people have finally put the grades viewing page back up. after computing my recent semester's GWA i'm happy with the result. 1.42 baby. yeah. 
]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1317314.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1317314.html Fri, 03 Nov 2006 13:00:03 +0000 flash fiction i wrote this one back in july for my scriptwriting class. it never really had a title as i never saw it fit to have one. tell me what you think.
===========================
“You’re wearing the rug down.”
He suddenly snapped from his reverie and looked rather annoyed at the sudden statement.
“Stop pacing, it’s not helping.”
“Well, you’re not helping either.”
They glared at each other for a moment, Alice was the first one to look away, “Look, just chill okay?” she said.
He started chewing on his bottom lip and exasperatedly sat on the chair beside her. “I’m sorry,” He said, looking down on his worn sneakers, “I just can’t help it really. I know it’s driving you nuts, being stuck here with me.”
A faint smile tugged her lips. She pulled out a lolly from her tote bag and began unwrapping the sweet. The rustling of the lolly wrapper was driving Michael nuts. He just let himself go by biting his already short nails.
“You’re biting your nails again Mr. Smarty Pants.”
He glanced at her and saw that she was looking at him nonchalantly.
“What?” he asked annoyed.
“Nothing,” she replied, “it’s funny to see you this way. You’re usually the calm one.” She continued.
“Not if I can help it.”
Michael rubbed his eyes vigorously and rested his head on the wall. His eyes adjusted to the bright light ahead. He thought the white fluorescent lights didn’t do much for the décor, it just made the hospital look even more sterile than it already is. He knew that the Hospital Administration tried to make the waiting room as comfortable and cheerful as possible, but they failed miserably. The worn lavender carpeting started to look grey from the constant pacing from would-be dads who was particularly stressed about the coming baby and the hospital bill. The walls were stark white still, but with rather disturbing baby themed borders.
“I wonder what it’s like.” Alice quipped.
“What’s like?”
“The feeling that the baby gets on the verge of coming out of the womb.” “That’s disgusting.”
“No it’s not. We all got that feeling when we were born. I just wish I can remember what it’s like.”
“Probably humid, sticky and finally, some breathing room.”
“Eew.”
“You asked.”
Another awkward silence hung between them. You could hear electronic sounds from nowhere and the faint sound of the paging system. Alice continued on sucking her lolly and it was Michael’s turn to look at her.
“What? Is there something hanging from my nose?”
He laughed in an odd detached sort of voice.
“No dear, there isn’t.”
“Good.”
Her lips were ruby red by now, thanks to the cherry flavored lolly she was enjoying. He was mesmerized by them, how it fittingly framed her rather young face.
It was then that it finally hit him - he was going to be a father.
A father .
Dad.
Old man pops.
An actual father.
A 35 year old man who’d be raising a small child.
He was studying her when he noticed that there she had her tongue pierced. He was slowly turning into a delicate shade of plum when she took notice of the situation.
“You’re not the boss of me you know.” She said, a hint of fear evident in her eyes.
”Oh, you know that’s not exactly true.” He was shaking in anger. How can she do this? And at a very young age at that! She’s barely 16 and all!
“It’s freedom of expression!”
“Who the hell are you kidding?!”
“But everyone has got one!”
“Name 100 of your closest friends who has them! You honestly look ridiculous!”
“No I don’t!” Tears are now welling up in her eyes. She knew she was fighting a losing battle.
“Don’t go crying on me. You know the consequences of your actions young lady?”
She was choking on her salt-laden tears.
“You’re no fair!”
“Honestly Alice, will you please take that off?”
“NO!”
“Do you want me to yank it out then?”
Alice was shaking her head violently.
“NO! If I take this out then…then…”
“Then what? You’re not even 16!”
“So?!“
“So, then -”
A woman forcefully cleared her throat. They stopped bickering for a moment and looked at the new arrival.
“She’s here sir.”
His eyes widened at the few words said.
She’s finally here!
A man swung open the door, a bundle of pink before him. Michael was looking at the mass of pink bundle and back at Alice.
“Congratulations sir!”
He was mesmerized by her dark lashes. This time, tears were starting to well up. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered to her, finally able to cradle her in his arms. Alice slowly became one with the background.
“What do you want to name you’re daughter, sir?”
He thought for a moment.
“Uh, Alice.”
He then smiled fondly at the thought. If Alice did try to skewer her tongue in the future, he’d know what to expect.
Little Alice, stuck in her own wonderland.

 

]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1316698.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1316698.html Thu, 02 Nov 2006 10:38:12 +0000 On Children - Kahlil Gibran And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

]]> http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1315147.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1315147.html Mon, 30 Oct 2006 15:39:49 +0000 http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1322662.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1322662.html Mon, 13 Nov 2006 15:57:00 +0000 http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1339628.html http://tabulas.com/~thecowsaid_moo/1339628.html Wed, 13 Dec 2006 01:27:26 +0000