I never thought my brother could be that calculating, until last month.
He's taking MS subjects in my school, so he gets to visit me once in a while. As my mom asked him how I was doing in school, he said that I would definitely pass every subject I took if I wanted to. Okay, that was flattering! But I think it was a really bad idea telling her that. Now she'd probably think I haven’t done my best here!
So he has this theory that I'm exceptionally brilliant. At this point, I know you're probably thinking that I'm so full of myself, but hey, don’t take this too seriously, we all know that for MOST cases, family always thinks highly of us. Here's the glitch; having my genius overlooked since the flood—in loads of circumstances that you couldn’t possibly imagine, he believed that I have developed this defense mechanism of mediocrity and turned out to be an underdog! Okay, that really hurt!
I've heard that theory before, from my past teachers and some friends. Could they possibly be right about me and I am just in denial? I have no idea. It made sense though. Settling for mediocrity alleviates the risks for frustrations. When you fail, wouldn’t it hurt worse if you studied real hard? It's definitely a dead end. Conversely, if you haven’t squeezed your brain out yet, you get to think 'what if?', and still have hope. Now, I'm becoming such a pessimist.
Yes, interest is indeed an important factor for me! I don’t learn things I'm not interested in. Then again, I'm not a prodigy that could actually choose not to excel! I want to excel you know, I just can't!
Despite that, I'm perfectly happy where I stand right now. I have put up with the engineering scheme well enough and still have a life! As for that hypothesis above, keep it bro!
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
How Did King Leonidas Become So Adorable?
I've read this book entitled "P.S. I love you" few years back, and lately, when I found that there was a movie based on the novel, I didn’t think twice of getting a copy.
The movie starred 300's King Leonidas, Gerard Butler and Million Dollar Baby's Hilary Swank. Until then, I never thought Gerard Butler would be that endearing. In my opinion, he really fitted into the role and effectively established a better visual of the story than in the book. In the movie, you can perfectly understand how Swank's character has been corrupted with sex and charm in their early days; Butler was totally a sweetheart!
The first time I watched it, I was alone; I didn’t mind having my face flooded with tears, how can they be so in love? Well, I've been in love, yet, to know exactly what the other was thinking or how he/she would respond to a certain circumstance?? Oh, come on! Wasn't it too good to be true? Still, I'll grow old hoping for that.
It took me a couple of days before I finally got over the movie—I watched it thrice, which facilitated me (and Karen) in decoding the movie's mind-boggling game, SNAPS!
Did you know that Butler was "The Phantom" in the movie "Phantom of the Opera"? No wonder he performed well as "the cute, carefree Irish guy who SINGS all the time" in "P.S. I love you".
The movie starred 300's King Leonidas, Gerard Butler and Million Dollar Baby's Hilary Swank. Until then, I never thought Gerard Butler would be that endearing. In my opinion, he really fitted into the role and effectively established a better visual of the story than in the book. In the movie, you can perfectly understand how Swank's character has been corrupted with sex and charm in their early days; Butler was totally a sweetheart!
The first time I watched it, I was alone; I didn’t mind having my face flooded with tears, how can they be so in love? Well, I've been in love, yet, to know exactly what the other was thinking or how he/she would respond to a certain circumstance?? Oh, come on! Wasn't it too good to be true? Still, I'll grow old hoping for that.
It took me a couple of days before I finally got over the movie—I watched it thrice, which facilitated me (and Karen) in decoding the movie's mind-boggling game, SNAPS!
Did you know that Butler was "The Phantom" in the movie "Phantom of the Opera"? No wonder he performed well as "the cute, carefree Irish guy who SINGS all the time" in "P.S. I love you".
Do You Have Any Idea?!
Let me ask you something, what are on babies' minds? Go figure!
I have a nephew that I took care of when he was just 2-3 months old. As I've been watching him, I noticed him smile and cry on his sleep. I can’t quite figure out why. Did he smiled because he dreamed of floating on milk and cried because it suddenly drained out? And when he's awake and hungry, sometimes he hates to be breastfed and sometimes he craves for it. How can he possibly distinguish the difference??
When he was 5 months old, they went for a 2-month vacation in his mom's hometown—the same place where I'm currently studying. On their second day away from home, he started crying out his lungs; he wasn’t hungry and yes, he was sleepy, yet he can’t sleep, well, not until he lay on my dad's used clothes!!
When he turned 6-months last week, the green light to feeding him baby food was raised. As he was putting practically anything he got hold of into his mouth, we thought he got bored of the all-milk diet, and was definitely ready for the cooked-pulverized-rice meal, whatever you call it. Mind you, when it was time, we were like in a slaughter house! As he finished his meal, he would cry whenever he see his mom—but totally got over it just a little later. But, while he hasn’t recovered yet, I carried him for comfort when he suddenly let out a thunderous burp! It was too loud that he himself was terrified.
Whew! Isn't that something?! Now I can't wait for him to grow old into his teens, I would definitely mess around with him!
I have a nephew that I took care of when he was just 2-3 months old. As I've been watching him, I noticed him smile and cry on his sleep. I can’t quite figure out why. Did he smiled because he dreamed of floating on milk and cried because it suddenly drained out? And when he's awake and hungry, sometimes he hates to be breastfed and sometimes he craves for it. How can he possibly distinguish the difference??
When he was 5 months old, they went for a 2-month vacation in his mom's hometown—the same place where I'm currently studying. On their second day away from home, he started crying out his lungs; he wasn’t hungry and yes, he was sleepy, yet he can’t sleep, well, not until he lay on my dad's used clothes!!
When he turned 6-months last week, the green light to feeding him baby food was raised. As he was putting practically anything he got hold of into his mouth, we thought he got bored of the all-milk diet, and was definitely ready for the cooked-pulverized-rice meal, whatever you call it. Mind you, when it was time, we were like in a slaughter house! As he finished his meal, he would cry whenever he see his mom—but totally got over it just a little later. But, while he hasn’t recovered yet, I carried him for comfort when he suddenly let out a thunderous burp! It was too loud that he himself was terrified.
Whew! Isn't that something?! Now I can't wait for him to grow old into his teens, I would definitely mess around with him!
Good Things Await Us
Almost a month ago, a series of unfortunate events poured on me.
After some bombings and peace-related issues that led to class suspensions, I finally decided to go home. Mind you, going home wasn’t as simple as you're thinking right now; it meant 12-hours travelling, by-land. But, considering that the following week was our intramurals, which means NO CLASSES, the travel time didn’t hold me back. "This is quite a break I'm having in the middle of the semester," I thought.
As I was half-way home, someone texted me that classes have resumed and that our research paper was due the following day. I couldn’t possibly go back now, could I? Thanks to the alibi that I had mulled over for some time, I got away with the deadline; I was able to party with some friends and hang out in the carnival.
But that wasn’t all; as I arrived home, again I received a message, saying that the intramurals have been cancelled. Well, so much for my vacation; I had to be back by the end of the weekend, or should I say 'long weekend', since the following Monday was a holiday and I only have two classes on Tuesdays, which I can afford to skip.
After a week of normal, boring classes, it was our exam week. Expectedly, we had endless exams, plus we were scheduled to defend our research paper on an exam day. Since we weren’t excused by our teacher in the defense, we had to sign for an early time slot so we can still prepare for the afternoon's exam. Guess what, the defense didn’t start on time; I think it started almost two hours late. Plus, we were required to sit for five other defenses for a reaction paper! And so we came in late for our exam, unprepared, still in our formal attires and STARVED— we haven’t had lunch!
As a famous quote by Michael C. Muhammad goes: "Everything works out right in the end. If things are not working right, it isn't the end yet.” Good things await us indeed; the defense turned out fine, and we passed the exam, although we could’ve perfected it if we were given at least an hour to prepare.
After some bombings and peace-related issues that led to class suspensions, I finally decided to go home. Mind you, going home wasn’t as simple as you're thinking right now; it meant 12-hours travelling, by-land. But, considering that the following week was our intramurals, which means NO CLASSES, the travel time didn’t hold me back. "This is quite a break I'm having in the middle of the semester," I thought.
As I was half-way home, someone texted me that classes have resumed and that our research paper was due the following day. I couldn’t possibly go back now, could I? Thanks to the alibi that I had mulled over for some time, I got away with the deadline; I was able to party with some friends and hang out in the carnival.
But that wasn’t all; as I arrived home, again I received a message, saying that the intramurals have been cancelled. Well, so much for my vacation; I had to be back by the end of the weekend, or should I say 'long weekend', since the following Monday was a holiday and I only have two classes on Tuesdays, which I can afford to skip.
After a week of normal, boring classes, it was our exam week. Expectedly, we had endless exams, plus we were scheduled to defend our research paper on an exam day. Since we weren’t excused by our teacher in the defense, we had to sign for an early time slot so we can still prepare for the afternoon's exam. Guess what, the defense didn’t start on time; I think it started almost two hours late. Plus, we were required to sit for five other defenses for a reaction paper! And so we came in late for our exam, unprepared, still in our formal attires and STARVED— we haven’t had lunch!
As a famous quote by Michael C. Muhammad goes: "Everything works out right in the end. If things are not working right, it isn't the end yet.” Good things await us indeed; the defense turned out fine, and we passed the exam, although we could’ve perfected it if we were given at least an hour to prepare.
Everyday Heroes
Have you tried to be one? Well, I have a feeling I have.
I'm kind of new to this online interactive forum, the Yahoo! Answers. I never thought that stuffs like that actually work. In fact, the idea that some people count on it in finding a solution to their problems amused me.
I tried to surf through the internet looking for something that could rescue me from the monotony of my school life. Having noticed that search engines regularly find matches from the said link, my curiosity was quite overwhelming that day that I actually logged on to it.
Topics range from school to work, love life, family, etc. and others merely for general interest. Though some of the questions raised were lame, many were indeed interesting.
Mathematics has always interest me since I was a child, so it was the first category I checked out. Surprisingly, I found my ass glued to my chair answering some sorts of Math homework across the globe.
It wasn’t something at first, and then it came to me, as I log in the next time, I found that one of my answers was chosen as the best answer. Yeah right, it took me a while to finally get over it. It actually feels great having helped somebody, somewhere, to see things better. At least I got to be a hero on a least expected situation. Have you?
I'm kind of new to this online interactive forum, the Yahoo! Answers. I never thought that stuffs like that actually work. In fact, the idea that some people count on it in finding a solution to their problems amused me.
I tried to surf through the internet looking for something that could rescue me from the monotony of my school life. Having noticed that search engines regularly find matches from the said link, my curiosity was quite overwhelming that day that I actually logged on to it.
Topics range from school to work, love life, family, etc. and others merely for general interest. Though some of the questions raised were lame, many were indeed interesting.
Mathematics has always interest me since I was a child, so it was the first category I checked out. Surprisingly, I found my ass glued to my chair answering some sorts of Math homework across the globe.
It wasn’t something at first, and then it came to me, as I log in the next time, I found that one of my answers was chosen as the best answer. Yeah right, it took me a while to finally get over it. It actually feels great having helped somebody, somewhere, to see things better. At least I got to be a hero on a least expected situation. Have you?
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