Running Out of Books to Read/DVD’s to Watch

I feel like a drug addict suffering withdrawal symptoms for the longest time I haven;t have my dose of coke. I also feel like a smoker who tries to quit the habit in vain but can’t seem to move on without the cancer stick fix. That’s what it feels like 13-going-14 days of absolutely no internet, phone, and cable inside the Habitan household. Since the onslaught of Typhoon Ketsana (Ondoy), our phone line’s as dead as silence while the only “clear” channel we get from our TV is TV5. What else could go wrong?

This past few days, I’ve been trying to cope up with my daily fix of TV and Internet by occasional visits to an internet cafe just beside my subdivision/across the border of Valenzuela and Obando, Bulacan plus staying in school longer to keep my mind occupied.

But if I’m stuck at home, I had to find ways of keeping myself sane like looking for books to read and DVD’s to watch on that Blue-Ray player my dad bought a couple of months back, plus listen to some tunes through my cellphone’s FM radio. But with things going from bad to worse for every day that we still don’t have access to the outside world, so does our resources to feast our hunger for sanity.

I’ve already done reading a number of books like:
1. Pikachu Shocks Back!
2. Pokemon Adventures (2 Books)
3. Magical Pokemon Journey (3 Books)
4. Pokemon Adventures: Yellow Caballero (2 Books)
5. Ragnarok: Into the Abyss (10 volumes)
6. Posh and Becks
7. Eraserheads: Tikman Ang Langit
8. Pugad Baboy 15 and 16
9. Beerkada Books 1, 8, and 9

As for DVD’s, I have watched:
1. Fiddler in the Roof
2. Hey Arnold the Movie
3. Friends Season 1 Top 5 Episodes
4. Friends Season 10
5. Friends Top 5 Baby Episodes
6. Bourne Identity
7. Bourne Supremacy
8. Bournce Ultimatum
9. The Mummy Returns
10. Mamma Mia
11. 13-Going-30
12. Band of Brothers Episodes 1 and 2
13. An Ideal Husband
14. Big Girls Don’t Cry
15. Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz

Waagh…I think I’m going crazy!!

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The CSB Experience 3: Changes For the Nth Time

It’s been a while since I made an entry for The CSB Experience so I might as well take the time to do this.

Because of Typhoon ondoy, the school is once again forced to extend another trimester by by adding a few more days well until mid-January and declaring some state holidays into regular school days.

My Webdev2 prof sent me an email containing the dates of those decraled as regular school days so lo and behold:

Due to the suspension of classes (from the afternoon of 26 September to 03 October 2009) brought about by Typhoon Ondoy and its aftermath, the Second Term calendar is revised as follows:

November 27 (Fri) – Regular class day
November 28 (Sat) – Regular class day
December 08 (Tue) – Regular class day
December 16 (Wed) – Regular class day
December 17 (Thur) – Regular class day
December 21 (Tue) – MONDAY SCHED
December 22 (Wed) – MONDAY SCHED
December 23 (Thur) – MONDAY SCHED

The revised term calendar utilized two special holidays (27 and 28 November) and 08 December as regular school days. Furthermore, school days for calendar year 2009 were extended until 23 December 2009

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In the Storm’s Midst

As I looked up to the sky that day, I scratched my head and wondered, “Am I going to school today?” but somehow, I had this feeling that I shouldn’t go to school. Although it was a Saturday, I have my 3danim2 class that day which would have been session #2 for the term since the second trimester had just begun barely for 2 weeks.

Kuya went to Malabon to pick up a cousin and her friend since they have this appointment for some “testing” in UP. Ate left earlier with another friend, Ate Nobuko.

My parents left early this morning to fetch my uncle from the airport as well as drop mom off to a friend’s house since they were to attend the wedding of another friend (confusing?). Because of the increasingly severe weather, they just picked my uncle up, dropped him off somewhere to ride a bus to Laguna and went back home.

Later, Dad switched the channel to DZMM Teleradyo on TV to see what’s the latest on the typhoon Ondoy which is about to hit Metro Manila. There are ongoing reports of flashfloods hitting low-lying areas like my hometown of Valenzuela, and landslides occurring over at higher-ground (i.e. Rizal).
Not much news yet online when I checked, Inquirer.Net was a bit slow with their live updates while ABS-CBN News Online was down. I found most reliable some social networking sites like Facebook, Plurk and Twitter. I read status updates of friends complaining of rising floods in their areas, friends stranded in CSB because of flooding over at Taft Avenue rising at an alarming rate (read: a parked car near Estrada Street is seen almost submerged under water).

In our case, the situation is nothing but new. For the past months since the start of the rainy season, we had seen countless floods that had ravaged our place many times over that we felt that this time wouldn’t be different. I guess we were mistaken.

Twitter was going haywire with updates coming from people ranging from things about commuters getting stranded in EDSA to rising floodwaters creeping up to previously non-flood prone areas like Antipolo, Alabang, and certain areas in Quezon City (i.e. Katipunan). There were even some tweets coming from my fellow Valenzuelans about high levels of floods along McArthur Highway especially at the city’s boundary area near Tullahan Bridge. Some were tweeting about ravaging currents coming from the river and floodwaters rising as high as “above-head” levels.

Then news struck when it seems like Kuya and his companion immediately tried getting home but can’t do so because of a traffic gridlock in Balintawak near the North Luzon Expressway. Ate on the other hand got lost somewhere in QC. At home, we learned she and Ate Nobs went to Commonwealth and sought shelter to a family friend’s house in a nearby subdivision.

Mom felt the need to stock up on water just in case something bad will happen. I did my part tweeting ABS-CBN News’s twitter account concerning on updates of when will Meralco cut off electricity here in Camanava.

Most of the stations in the FM band have either gone on playing continuous music or went off air but one did something different. Jam 88.3 went on emergency broadcast that day to help relay information to and from people affected by Typhoon Ondoy. It was from Jam when I learned that the Angat Dam will be releasing water because its water level is reaching a critical point. Although nothing was made clear how much water they’ll be releasing.

Around 8 in the evening, Meralco had finally cut-off electricity in our area, right at a time when the torrential rains had stopped. I used my cellphone’s radio to listen to Jam’s broadcast while I was cleaning the dishes by candlelight. I even took the time of closing the windows, unaware of something much unexpected.

Later, me and the rest of my family were upstairs. I was still tuned in to Jam, while my parents try to reach Kuya on his whereabouts (He eventually ended up staying with our relatives in Malabon). Jorge meanwhile was sleeping in his room. Not only was our electricity got cut-off, so was our phone line which went dead as soon as my mom finished talking with my ninang calling all the way from the United States.
It just so happens that my dad wanted to check the situation outside and see how far the flooding went. Since it dark outside, it was kinda hard to tell. We thought the flooding stayed put on the third story of the stairway outside the house, at least in a level a few inches above the knee if you go outside (a few years ago, we had our place renovated to make it at least several meters higher for floodwaters not to reach inside our house).

Much to our surprise, we were horrified to see that floodwaters DID REACH our house! It was all sudden! Minutes ago, I was done washing plates and silverware with much of the ground floor still dry. Fast forward, there’s water filling up the first floor reaching up until slightly above knee-level. The water destroyed everything in its path: books, slippers, newspapers from the living room on until the kitchen. Even our washing machine and our refrigerator weren’t spared by the damage.

We did everything we could to salvage some tuff for the night, including the fridge where we had it placed on a wooden center table, lying at the side. That’s when I realized that this didn’t come from the rain that hit us earlier but was from the dam. We didn’t expect that they’ll be releasing that much water, I’m guessing they let off some 2-3 foot. Naturally, the released water would drain out in the several tributaries leading to Manila Bay but once a river overflows, several areas of land will be submerged.
As mentioned earlier, it’s no longer a surprise for most of us to see our being hit by floods many so often but never did we anticipate the that flooding (partially caused by the dam’s release) would hit in the highest level we’ve experience so far in almost a decade.

Yes, the last time I’ve seen that much water was from nearly ten years ago when at least 2 typhoons (“Edong” and “Ditang”) kinda merged into one big superstorm and unleashed hell to everywhere in sight. Ironically, the dam’s release had existing floodwaters in our area reach almost the same level as the one from 2000.

Although not much news about the dam’s release were reported on Jam, I kinda figured that we’re a bit fortunate for I cannot contain my shock on hearing news of people stuck in their homes stranded in a sea of floodwaters, of people trying to wrestle the darkness of the night on the rooftops, people calling and texting for help via Jam. Two of the DJ’s on-board, Lambert and RockEd Radio’s Gang, were on the air nonstop helping people as much as they could by relaying messages from those living and/or are in affected areas to those with access to the national government, NGO’s and the Philippine Red Cross . Some listeners cited critical areas, particular those along the Rizal-Eastern Metro Manila area (Rizal Province, Pasig, and Marikina). Among notable worst-hit areas are Green Park, Brookside, Vista Verde and Provident Village.

The power of technology proved to be of much help as well. Filipinos with Facebook and Twitter accounts relayed important information like emergency hotline numbers of the National Disaster Coordinating Council (NDCC), the Red Cross, and many other organizations and agencies. Lambert and co. also received word about some private citizens with access to speedboats, etc gathering near Greenhills Shopping Plaza to devise a rescue plan in the eastern front. Right before the power was cut-off, I also got news of my school giving shelter to students stranded because of high flooding in the area. I relayed that info to Jam’s textline which was fortunately read out by Lambert (woohoo fellow Benildean).

Even in the later hours, the people of Jam 88.3 were on a roll providing company to those with access to only FM radio. Obviously, it was no easy job but who would even care? At this time of dire need, it’s people like Gang and Lambert who gave people hope to live another day and survive this dark chapter of their lives. Lives are at stake here so there seems no other way but to do what is necessary to give out as much help as possible.

I have heard of different stories of tragic loss, and heroic victory during the wrath of Ondoy. It proves one thing about us, Filipinos: Hopeful, always in high spirits, and never the type to give up. There may be challenges that threaten us along the way, but as a nation unified by the spirit of “bayanihan”, we know that we can make it through.

As the floodwater subsides and things slowly return to normal, let us rebuild our lives learning from the lessons of loss, heroism and unity.

Written September 28, 2009

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The CSB Epxerience: The Third Second First Week

I was planning on writing a piece about my “third-second-first day” as I normally would do from my past entries but considering I only had 2 class on my first day alone with 2 days of no school per week to boot, I decided to just write about the first week alone.

The First Day
For the first time in a long while, I now have evening classes AGAIN! I made a last minute adjustment to my schedule last term before encoding was closed for good and moved my Author1 class from early morning Saturdays to Monday evenings (6-9pm). Before Author1 is Cadvis2 from 2:45 to 5:45.

The good thing with Cadvis2 right now is that I still have Sir Jaime Latumbo (yes, ka-namesake!) as my professor and other than the day, the class is still on the same time and room as it was last term. At least I don’t have to make an adjustment to his teachings although one thing remains especially on a class like this is placed on the afternoon for 3 hours: Unintentionally dozing off during discussion but hey, it’s still cool!

From Architecture Desktop (Autocad), we moved to a new program called Autodesk 3DS Max. Another new program for me to get over, awww.

As evening kicks in, I had my first..er-night in Author1. Basically, the class is all about the basics of creating programs for CD-ROM’s and stuff like that. My prof, Sir Rex Cariaga, is fortunately a cool teacher, and a young CSB grad. So I guess he totally can relate to the hardships of the average ABMMA student (The course is no easy walk in the park FYI).

No new program for us to learn at the meantime but made us design a “root menu” of a DVD using Photoshop. It’ll carry on next meeting (in two weeks).

I spent the next two days at home being a bum since I’m still high from termbreak fever, however short they may be. Catching up on my shows online and much needed sleep.

The Second Day
So the timeframe stayed the same as last Monday. But the schedule is somewhat similar to what I used to have the term before: a 2d/Web combo. My Webdev2 class, headed by same as last term prof Ms Kat Santiano, is all about incorporating Flash onto web design.

Good thing, she gave us the opportunity to design our own domains (which we already have from last term) and the end result?: JamesHabitan Online

Three hours later came another 3-hour class, 2danim2. Sir Dayao is the name of the professor and the biggest shock of the day was that there were only 6 of us in his class, at least for the first session alone. Chuck, Jason A. and Sheena are my classmates for 2d2 and we had two others, Russel (classmate from Hartdes2) and someone Sheena knew (I’m really bad at name recognition). Besides the usual orientation, we had the chance to see (in my case: again) documented works of past students. I like the shorts made by Kenny Tai and nelson Caliguia Jr. It was purely awesomeness!

The Third Day
For Friday, I only have one class: Vidprd2. My prof? The ever wacky and funny Sir Dodos FTW!

If the prerequisite was about writing scripts, this class is all about the basics of camera work and executing storytelling through “moving pictures”. In other words, film. Met lotsa new and familiar faces. Among my classmates are Edward, Dan, Clarizze and a couple more familiar faces.

The Fourth Day
Saturday. I was a bit late for my first day in 3danim2. Prerequisite subject, 3d1 was a total nightmare and I swore that I have to be picky next time when choosing professors. I need teachers whom we could learn from, not guess on the things he’d be hesitant to repeat in slow motion.

At least, for this term, Sir Hanz is an exception. He’s looks more clam and is more than competent to teach his students the basics of Maya. Plus, he taught us our first lesson: “Modeling a Human Anatomy Made Easy”. I remember my prof from the prerequisite teaching our class a similar lesson like this but not as simple as what Sir Hanz just taught to me and the rest of the 3danim2 people this afternoon.

I’m gonna be looking forward for this class for sure. Hopefully, I’d be able to reverse the 1.5 grade I got for 3d1. 😀

This term ought to be interesting, indeed!

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The Fascinating Addiction

Some say I’m into it too much while others would say that I’m just trying hard to be into it. Yet there those who say I’m sucking the fun out of their addiction that makes the conversation less interesting while there others who say it’s funny to see me getting into a new hobby.

 Well, it’s true that once I get into a new hobby I feel a sense of security that kinda gives me that feeling of confidence and high self-esteem. It goes to the point when the curious boy in me would try to be in the know.

A few years ago, I was soooo into anything Korean. The pop culture of that country really fascinated me that right from the start I got hooked right away. I would download KPOP songs, watch Korean drama serials, and tune in to Arirang TV 24/7 (when we still have that channel from our cable). Eventually, my interest to anything Korean was no longer on a coffee high and I ended up “just” watching dubbed Korean soap operas.

Then there goes that sudden feeling of fascination again with the whole “dubbing” thing. It started when our cable started carrying HeroTV, which airs Japanese animes dubbed in Filipino. That channel would often air short segments that show the behind-the-scenes works of dubbing programs by voice actors.  It didn’t take too long before that interest fizzled out like dried fruit.

One thing funny with all of these is that I really feel that kind of ease just thinking about them. There would be occurrences that I would have daydreams fantasizing myself either being a dubber of a soap opera or some VJ hosting a Korean pop music program in Arirang (Think “Pops in Seoul”). You know the feeling, right?

The latest hobby I’m into Is watching US daytime soaps, those television dramas that shows people talking and yapping and walking around in a darkly-lit room an hour a day. It started with “Guiding Light”, a show that have been on the air for almost three-fourths of a century, followed by “As the World Turns” which has 50 years to boast about, and One Life to Live, about 35+ years and still going strong. I’m not really there for the outrageous stories of sex, fantasy and b!tching that most soaps have been focusing on, especially the suspension of disbelief with regards to the sudden aging of certain characters. I watch US soaps for the melodrama and realism that some would actually feature, in addition to the action and sense of excitement whenever a storyline is given faster-paced and a heart-breaking resolution.

A hobby never really died out of fashion, it just keeps a low-profile knowing I won’t be high on such for much longer. I still love Korean dramas but not as much as before, I am still curious with the industry of voice acting because I could actually make a career out of it someday, and as long as I am still satisfied with how stories are well-executed with US soaps, I’ll continue to watch them for sure.

As I conclude this entry I’m still thinking of another one to write about very soon. 🙂

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The CSB Experience 3: An Unending Term-Ender

Hehehe…The most surprising of all surprises indeed. No doubt unbelievable and above all, it was completely out of the blue.

Last Friday was course card distribution day, finally the last day of the long extended first term of the school year. It’s the day when the jury’s out on whose subjects they pass and/or fail, where dreams are shattered and miracles happen for a reason.

As for me, it was the end of struggles and challenges for the time being as well as the end of hardships followed by a long-deserved rest period (of two days that is). I’m just so darn glad that this trimester is over for good! Ha!

As per the usual, I went to school that day to get a hold of my course cards which seals my fate on all the subjects I had for the term. The lowest grade was a 1.5 from 3danim1. It’s not the lowest I had for a passing grade ever but nonetheless I had the most trouble learning. It’s basic 3D animation really with a degree in Maya 101 (ehem “7.0” ehem “2008”) but the result of 3 weeks  with no professor and a hard-to-understand replacement took a toll with me becoming almost clueless on how to use Maya.

 Believe me, I could only learn a thing if the subject in question is easy to pick up (getting a hand with computer programs and all that jazz). It’s something that I’ve only been successful to a couple of subjects, Cadvis1 and Webdev1. Cadvis1 requires us to use Autodesk Architecture Desktop a.k.a. Autocad. It’s basically 3D Animation meets Technical Drawing/Drafting made easier. On the other hand, Webdev1 gives us the lowdown with basics of creating a functioning website using 3 programs: Photoshop, Dreamweaver and Fireworks. Compared to 3danim1, I manage to get a grade of 3.0 and 2.5 for Wedev1 and Cadvis1 respectively.
 
Who knew one plate could lead to a drastic cut on my final grade? That’s exactly what happened when I saw my final grade from Cnctpho. The panel who critiqued my take on rape as the theme for my finals gave me a reasonably good grade but it did not equate to a higher FG. I was short one more pre-finals plate, a plate on monochromatic photographs. I was simply cut short of time as well as extremely busy with my other classes that I had no choice but not to go through with the shoot. I could have join in with those who were still doing their shots but things happened (budget, etc) thus I decided to just let it be (having passed all but one plate already for the subject). I got a 2.0 for my FG, a 50% drop from my midterm grade of 2.5.

 Well, that alone dashed my hopes of getting into the dean’s list even (although I shouldn’t be surprise since I already knew my fate in 3danim1 before I got my course card for that subject).
 
One class I know I’m safe is Vidprd1. Not only was Sir Dodos the best prof around but the subject itself I know I could go without fail. The class is all about Basic Scriptwriting and we were required to produce scripts of our own stories for both midterms and finals. The latter however had to made through “mediamorphosis”, a method of which we adapt an existing story from another medium into another. Mine is my own take of the legend of Mt Mayon where I set the story in a “pseudo-contemporary” setting infused with humanized characteristics and slices of comedy compared to the source material. I had a 3.0 for an FG in this class. The only thing my prof hated was the title of my script: “Ang magandang si Daragang Magayon” hehehe!

 The surprising moment on that day was when I picked up my garde for 2danim1. Sir Chino gave me an unbelievable grade of 4.0 (the highest passing grade in the La Salle system). To be completely honest, I was expecting maybe a 2.5 or a 3.0 as I never deemed my own works to be as par as my other classmates who seemed to be more at ease in drawing.
 
I love drawing and all that but my skills in that area is a continuing work in progress. I may lack the discipline of a good artist but I put good amount of effort to produce the best that I could give. I continue to take criticisms thrown into me in heart as I know they could help me mold me into the artist that I want to be. As I am already satisfied with passing 2danim1 with flying colors, I consider the 4.0 for my FG as an added bonus.

 
Tomorrow will be the start of another term with another full-loaded schedule. Most of my subjects are in the afternoon and evening (2:45-5:45pm and 6-9pm) with one class from 8-11am Fridays. Many of them are already follow-up majors from last term with the addition of Author1.
 

With the coming of the second trimester, I have more or less three more terms before graduation. Wish me luck!

 

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J.I.A.: 8=9/11

I know that I wrote about this before but still, the thought that it’s been 8 year made me want to make an update on what I wrote more than two years ago about my time in the US when the terrorist attacks occurred on September 11, 2001. Hopefully, this ones more grammtically correct than the first. 😛

I remember my mom waking me up around 7 in the morning. The TV was turned on to Fox 5 Morning News (WTTG-TV) and as usual, I’m the first to take a bath while my little brother is given the privilege of getting a few minutes more to sleep. Ate and Kuya already left for school earlier (attending high school and middle school respectively).

After getting dressed, we ate breakfast and watched some good TV (ABC Family) until the clock strikes 8:20am. That’s the time when my mom would accompany  me and Jorge to the nearest bus stop. There we would meet up with our schoolmates, including two classmates of mine, Andy and Jonathan.

Just turned 11 two weeks before and experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime chance to attend school in a foreign country, I was at the time already overwhelmed with the things going on around me back then. The one thing I only hated during my stay there is the feeling that things become much of a routine.

But on that very day, the 11th of September, things changed not for the better but on the other way around.

Every 9am, we start the day by listening to the daily morning announcements followed by the pledge of allegiance then is concluded by a moment of silence before we could proceed to life in the 5th grade. Everything seems a-okay for a lot of us.

Nothing significant or anything occured except one parent who called in to pick up one of my classmates early. I  thought his/her family must have some personal problems thus the reason he was sent home early. After that, class went on as we normally would.

As the day progressed I started to notice that one by one, my classmates are being pick up from school early. Me and a friend both agreed that something’s really odd but I just can’t put my finger on whatever is going on, completely unaware of what would be known to history as the event that changed the world forever.

By the end of the day there were only 12 or less of us left in class out of about 25 students. And looks like we weren’t the only one: even those from the other classroom, a lot of kids were sent home early that day.

I later learned the shocking truth when Jorge and I came home that day. Kuya and Ate were watching TV, with their eyes glued to horrific images of two tall buildings burning before an airplane crashed onto one of them, leading to their collapse. I thought it was a movie but when the TV started to show images of the Pentagon with one of its wings destroyed on a large scale I was completely speechless.

Thank goodness my mom was okay, having been sent home earluyby the World Bank with the rest of her colleagues after the attacks were committed. Later, the news reported another plane crash in Pennsylvania and reported that no one survived.

Devastating news indeed but I didn’t know how I would react with these shocking events. My mind kept thinking about this field trip we were supposed to go to the next day (which is at the same time, Jorge’s 9th birthday). Kinda cold-hearted but then again, I’m  only 11, how I react?

The next day, the school formally announced the suspension of classes (not through TV but through Mr. McClain’s voice message on the school’s hotline) and while news about the attacks continue to fill our TV screens nonstop (especially WTTG).

I’ve no idea if Bush declared a state of emergency in the DC area or even in the nieghbouring suburbs but I remember that I went with my mom and Jorge to celebrate his birthday anyway by going to Tyson’s Corner, a popular mall a bus ride away from our apartment. That day became like any other day for most people as I noticed there were noticeably many people when we went to the mall.

Eventually, the feeling of fear and loss starts to sink in and I thought there’s going to be a world war (Which it did become months later).

I started to read newspaper articles related to 9/11: about near-death experiences, loved ones making tearful farewells through phone class and text. There was one article about a group of DC-based students and their teachesr who were among those who perished in the Pentagon crash. I also learned of inspiring stories about sacrifice and hope, about teamwork and love for country. It’s these small wonders that made the pain left by the attacks more bearable.

Eight years after the attacks happened, the world became completely different. We don’t know for sure of who’s reallywinning on this endless “war on terror”. But let us see this in another light: why must there be blood, violence and wasted lives for this “war” to win over. Why can’t pople just get alonga nd respect on whatever people are free to believe in. Why must we judge people based on who or what they are? Why can’t there be peace and diplomacy instead of mere tactics and badmouthing?

There are questions that needed to be answered while there are answered gthat needed to be questioned.

In order for us to attain true peace is to remember that to achieve it is to avoid an event like 9/11 to ever happen again.

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