Thursday, February 23, 2006

The Current through a Capacitor in an AC Circuit Lags the Source Voltage by 90 Degress

13A Esteban Abada Street, Loyola Heights (4:07 a.m.) - nasaraduhan kami ng gate. Wala kaming susi. Mayroon. Hiniram namn yung kay Jamie, kaso wala doon yung susi na kailangan namin. Akala namin sa "lounge" na kami matutulog. Naka-posisyon na nga ako doon sa kahoy na bench e. Masakit pala sa likod. Akala ko hindi lamang bitin yung tulog ko, matigas pa. Buti na lamang lumabas si Allan. May binili sa labas. Buti na lamang nagpupuyat siya para gumawa ng paper sa Sci10. Buti na lamang.


Inaantok na ako e. Masakit mata. Mamantika ang mukha. Mabaho ang hininga. Malagkit ang balat. Ako'y matutulog na.

The Current through an Inductor in an AC Circuit Leads the Source Voltage by 90 Degrees

Worldnet Computer Shop, Katipunan Ave. (2:00 a.m.) - After months of abstinence from playing DotA, I finally gave in to the call of my earthly desire to once venture into the wee hours of the morning with keyboard at hand and eyes glued to the monitor as I navigate through the small map founded by Guinsoo and later developed by IceFrog (mere trivialities). Re-uniting with the cause of my bad grade in Math 21 is nothing short of nonchalant. There's nothing special about it. I believe that going home to a dorm room with a non-functioning phoneline because of damaged internal circuits is something more notable compared to the one above. I feel bummed, oily, stiff, but not sleepy. It's as if I'm warped back to a period in my life when I can shrug off a 9/100 and play a game of DotA on the night before a long exam - days of loathing.



I hate crustaceans, but they live among us each and everyday. They are facts of human society, mainstays to this soap opera we call life. I must learn to live with them in the same way I learned to live with my own shortcomings and failures.



If you can look at me in the eye and say that amidst all my stain and all through the rain, you will stick with me, then you're Mr. Elmer McGlue.


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Thursday, February 16, 2006

Never Cheapen Words

Last night, I was fortunate to watch the play Sinta in the Ateneo High School's Dulaang Sibol (now named after its pioneer). It was a beautiful, moving play about young love, the truths of life, and growing up - very apt themes for young people like me. But the real beauty of last night (well, one of the few beauties of that night) was Mr. Onofre Pagsanjan's (Mr. Pagsi for short) spiel on love. It was a little long but his most memorable statement was "Never cheapen words" or something like that. He was refering to the words "I love you". He claimed that these days, we say these words too much, yet without really meaning it. I totally agreed. Digging from my own experience, I have said those words to 10 girls, give or take. Whether I meant it when I said it (the statement) or not is not an issue (or maybe I'm just afraid to admit things), the fact is that there are times when we say words even if we don't what they really mean. Love is more than just a fleeting feeling. It's not about giving expensive gifts, flowers, or chocolates. It's not about the kilig-factor that we feel when we the skin of the significant other slightly touches ours. It's not about the numerous sweet nothings that say to each other. It's not about the feeling of elation whenever we see his/her face or hear his/her voice or smell his/her fragrance. It's not about the superficialities of this world. Love is a decision. Love is a commitment. Love is a sacrfice.


I am not in love, for there is no hurt. I will only know that I love when all the illusions fade. Call me idealistic. Call me romantic. Call me lunatic. Ayaw ko lang manakit.