The CSB Experience 2: Why Must It Always Be Me?! Waghh!

     The nightmare of virtual inanimosity returns to strike back at me for the nth time! I can’t believe the overwhelming trust given to me by my Profes1 classmates, most which I barely even know. I was voted ***gulp*** “president” of the “republic” to help lead my constituent towards a fair and better world.

     I have leadership issues, ranging back during frosh year. I still vividly remember Ferdie pointing at me, telling Sir Aldwin “Gepsych/Intecom” Sanchez that I’m the block president. I denied his allegation but the whole block agreed that I should lead the class. It came at the wrong time since for most of our first term in CSB, I was too pre-occupied with a lot of stuff, which made so much of a workaholic. Me being a busybody equates me being cranky and overly stressed out. Grrr….

      I wonder how I would fare this time, considering that I had foregone some excess weight in the past. I don’t know if I have the qualifications of a good leader, knowing I was much of a slave and a control-freak than a chief executive.

         The control-freak in me still lies within. Unfortunately, for a weekly three-hour class, I no longer foresee a recurring of past events which eventually reached its peak when I fatally created my own one-entry version of “The Vicious Circle” (if you’re a regular viewer of 90210, you would know).

Pray for me 🙁

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The CSB Experience 2: Not the Answer

      I’m not gonna mention her name but she shared something with me. I’m not gonna tell anything much but I’m merely gonna say my two cent’s worth of she’s going through.

     I completely understand her situation.  People close to her are oblivious to what she’s going through. She’s stressed out not because of her studies but to something else. Because of it, she’s doing something to cope with her complete distraught towards it. She herself confessed to me that she doing something to discontinue once and for all.

    Okay, that’s as far as I can go so here’s what’s on my mind:

      Mabuti na rin na inamin niya. Unang hakbang ito para sa kanyang pakikipagsapalaran patungo sa panunumbalik ng self-esteem niya. Ang masasabi ko lang, kahit anong problemang na pinapaharap sa kanya ng tadhana, wala siyang magagawa kungdi harapin ang mga iyon. Hindi niya dapat iwasan ang mga ito, maski takbuhan dahil susulpot at susulpot pa rin niyan.

        Hindi naman perpekto ang tao, walang taong ang may walang problema sa buhay. Lahat tayo ay may problema sa buhay. Bahagi ng pagiging tao ang pagkakaroon natin ng mga problema, at nasa atin ang kamay para bigyan ng kalutasanan ang mga tulad nito.

      Ang paraan niya para harapin ang problema ay hindi lutas sa problema. Mas lalo itong magpapalala sa sitwasyon niya. Ikasasama pa niya ito.

       Ang pagiging positibo tungo sa buhay niya at sa sarili niya ay talagang makakatulong. kailagan niyang palakasin ang kanyang lakas ng loob para labanan ang nagdadala sa kanya ng sobrang lungkot at depression.

     Hindi natin napipili ang mga taong gusto nating kapiling pero hindi ibig sabihin ay hindi natin sila pakikisamahan. Kailangan lang natin ma-adjust sa ugali nila, pero kailangan rin natin i-adjust ang sarili natin para na rin sa kanila. Hindi plastikan ang nais nating pakikipagtungo sa kanila pero respeto at tamang pag-iintindi ang susi sa mabuting samahan.

I wish her the best for her bold endeavors!

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The CSB Experience 2: Badly Tripped

         Nakakatawa ‘tong nangyari sa’kin kanina lang, hehehe! PInayagan na ako ng prof ko na umalis na nag maaga matapos kong kumpletuhin ang mga plates ko sa kanya para sa Techdrw na ginaganap lang tuwing Wednesday mula ika-6 hanggang ika-9 n.g. Umalis na akong SDA, pasado alas otso ng gabi. Nung nasa may P. Ocampo na ako, may mga nakasabay ako na mga atleta ng school.

      Naglakad ako kasabay ng mga atletang iyon hanggang sa may kung ano ang nagpapatid sa paa ko. Dahil doon, biglang nawalan ako ng balanse sa aking katawan. Ilang beses akong pala-bagsak pero pinipilit kong balansihin ang bigat ng katawan ko. Hanggang sa aking tuluyan paghulog, ginamit ko lang ang kaliwang kamay ko para ma-break ang fall ko.

   Napahiya ako sa mga taong naka-saksi sa nangyari. Iyung mga nakasabay kong mga atleta, nagulat sila bigla, nauna na sa paglakad tapos mukhang napatawa sila sa nangyari sa’kin habang ang ibang mga tao, nakatingin lang sa’kin na parang “Huh? Anong nangyari diyan?”. Tawa na lang ako.

Turns out, napatid ako sa may sidewalk malapit sa driveway ng isang payparking place katabi ng Kenny Rogers, bago dumiretso patungong himpilan ng LRT-Vito Cruz. 😀

Fast Notes: 1)Surprised to see that a lot of people took great notice to the banner change. Wanna thank the 7 people (and counting) who viewed the page. :D, 2)Within three months or less, I’ll be compiling the pictures taken during the mini-fair and turn them into a possible slideshow movie. I already have some interesting soundtracks in mind which I wanna incorporate into the movie :D, 3)Advance congratulations to the newly-elected and soon-to-be inaugurated 44th president of the United States of America, Barack Obama. May the force be with (and also with you) :D.

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The CSB Experience 2: Attack of the Clones inside the SDA Elevator

       I have came up with this radical idea of using the magic of probability when dealing about long lines at the SDA lobby. Just this afternoon, I saw three long lines queing for the three available elevators out of the more than 5(?) elevators in SDA (They can’t be run at the same time).

    The first two lines were long and the elevators they were waiting for are somewhere between the 5th and 12th floors going up. The third line was long as well, but t’was shortened by the elevator which was already at the bottom floor. I chose to line up along the third one since the probability of getting in faster is greater than the other two lines whose elevators have yet to come down.

    More on that on a later entry, I wanna share to you this incident happened whule I was on my way up to the 11th floor inside the elevator. I was at the very back, enabling me to see people who are coming in and out from where I am now (I wanna say ‘elevator’ but it’s getting redundant in this paragraph).

    When the elevator tooked a stop at the 7th floor, I saw two familiar figures. One of them, a girl, was wearing a checkered red-and-black polo shirt with long sleeves that got tucked in. At first, I thought she was Alyssa. Another one, a girl too, possesses a short hairdo with her hair dyed on a different color, thinking initially that she’s Alex.

    I took another good look at the two and realized that it’s not them. Knowing Alyssa and Alex, I know Alyssa won’t dare wear black booths and that Alex doesn’t wear high heels and a long skirt unless mandated by law (go figure).

    Natawa na lang ako kasi mapagkakamalan mo talaga sila, lalo na ang Alyssa clone hehehe!

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Subject: A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT (Perceptions, Taste, and Priorities)

Guys, share ko to sa inyo ang isang email na naforward sakin from a Facebook friend. Ang di niyo pagbasa nito ang nagpapatunay sa puntong pinalalabas ng mensaheng ito. Enjoy!

Here is a story shared to me by Fr. Eliseo “Jun” Mercado, OMI.

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the
violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for
about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was
calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of
them on their way to
work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was a
musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds
and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman
threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to
walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to
him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again.
Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother
tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the
violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to
walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by
several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced
them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and
stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk
their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and
silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there
any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best
musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces
ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a
theater in Boston and the seats average $100.00 each.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro
station
was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social
experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The
outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour:
Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize
the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could
be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best
musicians in the world playing some of the best music ever written,
how many other things are we missing?
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