things to think about...

...or at least some things that have crossed my mind enough for me to write them down. leftovers maybe, trivial, but thought provoking.

why do cowboys ride on horses? and why call them cow-boys (and gals) anyway? i'd pay a buck to see them actually ride a cow and get somewhere, but thing is, they don't. why not call them "horseboys"? i guess its probably because they tend to cows... logical yes. next topic.

i like the Chippy TV ads. they're just so hillarious! *laughs* those are the kind of commercials that are not bothering to see every other commercial break.

speaking about Chippy, why is it that this particular Jack and Jill variant is what the older people - my mom - equate with junk food. given that barbeque flavored corn chips shaped into pinky-thin flat rectangles is in fact junk food, Chippy has become the other name for everything else. on my way to the grocery, "o, bili ka din ng mga chippy ha." Jack and Jill must be so proud.

okay, ok, oki, awki, K, okeish, gosh! in how many ways can you spell or tell someone that you're alright? this is no permutation question. i have noticed that depending on who i'm talking to, i get a different version of alright everytime, if not most of the time. anything else i'm missing?

damn't, what is with faded jeans?! eversince they became a fad all of a sudden about a few years ago, they've been all over the place.

gone are the days when i could easily walk into a store and buy a pair of jeans for myself at presto. but then again i fail to mention a large hip and waist size, with a little needed height. nonetheless, jeans shopping for me has never been the same. when i shop for a pair of jeans, its pretty simple: preferably not stretch, long pants, boot leg to flared (its a big feet thing), usually not to low cut ('coz low cut jeans are sized for the waist, but don't exctly reach it), and not faded. ok, not so simple after all.

but then again, why in the world would people find worn out, stone-, pebble-, or whatever magic stone-washed jeans better than jeans that you'll wear out anyway? is it simply an excuse so new jeans and old jeans look the same and everyone spends less?

i get the fad thing, but after six or so years and i still walk into stores with all the maong pants merchandise sprouting marks of clorox and dye on the thighs, knees, and behind. tsk!

now, embroidered jeans is something else entirely as much as beaded ones...

free samples! don't be caught dead sampling freebies at the grocery! *laughs out loud* *points to slef* yes! i am guilty of indulging in these small wonders found in small plastic cups if not on the end of a toothpick. what's a boring day at the grocery without some new variant of some seasoning, frozen meat, or flavor of a drink, new added ingredients to a chocolate bar... the list goes on.

but i was warned that its pretty much "un-cool" to be caught "free-sampling". why i ask? i really have no idea, but maybe it has something to do with the you-look-like-a-beggar thing some bitch posh people have their minds set to.

to that, i say neigh. now that's alot of crap. free sampling happens to be a very effective strategy for marketing and sales as much as it simple brings people over to the exhibit. i like taking in free samples, there's no harm in that. after all, the best things in life are free, or so they say.

a life without math. the last time i had a math class was in first year college, that's 2003 minus my computer science and statistics classes. since then, math has pretty much been out of my life. which i'm finding isnt pretty good at all.

math and i aren't exactly friends, i did get through it though - meaning i passed math in school well enough - but still math and i dont exacly have a future going. i did like geometry though, algebra was fine when sir itoralba came into the picture, and trigonomery... well... i hardly remember what a cosine is. now calculus was something i was never able to touch.

since the last time i needed to think about numbers, i've put math aside and left all the computing to everyone else if not a calculator. thing is, i've noticed i've become an obsolete counting machine myself, and find myself needing more fingers than toes. now really, that is not good.

resolution: compute more... and spend less... *laughs*

same shirt day. why is it that people find it so awkward to be wearing the same shirt? (does not include org shirts and the like, or planned circumstances) even i'd rather hide than to be caught dead in the same area with a person wearing the same shirt i'm wearing sometimes. what is with that? but then again, i'd laugh it off sometimes and find it amusing.

groupwork. i hate groupwork. i guess i mostly and always have. its something i've been ranting about since god knows when gradeshool until i graduated. i guess its probably because i get pissed of when i usually end up doing the tail or foot of the work: summing up crappy researches without sources and reports without much said. whoever said groupwork brings out skills like teamwork didn't hit it exactly right. however, it does bring out the need to tolerate and pass of what shit other people give you. tsk.. or maybe its because i'm too damn perfectionist. we all know that shouldn't be the case, but its not my fault i always want things done right.

tsk. then there's the obstacle that the group can't get together somewhere they can meet well... (see next)

conducive meeting places. these are surely places with enough light, a table to write, and enough seating for everyone to see, and not so loud so you could hear what's going on. certainly not at those restaurants with low lighting, or those rooms without tables. logistics people, or at least people who call meetings should rememeber this. so far, the conducive meeting place i've been around campus is Mcdo 2nd floor. any other suggestions?


writing and talking at the same time? why is it so difficult to write and talk at the same time? it's either you write, or talk, but to put them together is getting the less of one.


ah. tapos na ang usapan. why is it that when you're in a conversation with someone through SMS, and either of you reply with "ah" or "oh" it seems the conversation ends there. unless of course something else follows.


why is siomai cheap? at LB you can get 3 pieces of siomai at Papu's for P12, if you want rice with it, that'll be P16. at Lowata Loka at LB Square that meal would be P16 as well. at Tita's along Raymundo you'd get the 3 pieces of siomai with rice for P11, only the siomai is fried.

so, what makes siomai so cheap? maybe ground beef, egg, some extender, and seasonings wrapped in molo wrapper is pretty less costing after all. but then again, it takes more than money to come up with a great recipie that sells like hotcakes.


a drop by the dorm on a bad day, takes the pain away. that's exactly how i used to feel back then when we were all still students and most of the dormates whom i had lived with for a year were still here...

god, i miss those days, those opportunites. even if it wasn't such a bad day, being there always made me feel happy, and at home, never an awkward moment with friends you know that care, and no place has made me feel like that.


cheating gives you no sense of accomplishment. 'nuf said.


i miss you on vacation. when you're on vacation, the kind of vacation that spells "getaway" or "fun in the sun", or "field trip" for just a few days, do you honestly miss the people you leave behind? i don't think so.

i remember some... last year as i was packing for a school field trip, and before i left i told my mom that i would miss her. she hugged me, smiled and said in taglish, "no you won't, you'll be busy having fun." that pretty much summed it up. she was absolutely right.

although i would think of her sometimes, but yes, i was pretty much preoccupied. the thing is, she didn't blame me. and it felt good to know that she wanted me to have a good time.

so, when you're on vacation, its the people you leave that miss you...

translation: dami damihan mo na yang pasalubong pasalubong!! *laughs*


exercises in futility. when you say something is futile, it's simply a waste of your time. the classic example for me is getting emotional over something so trivial or important but eventually solution-able.

yes, i know i should do away with that. but there are times when i just can't help it, and i feel myself fume up and the high pressure shoots up rocket fast. the bad thing is that sometimes it feels good. it feels good to let it out, to argue that you're right, especially when you've felt the feelings for quite a time. but when the tide has passed, i realize that i've only caused myself pain and anger and cost myself tears and my steady and strong reputation.

i was told once to never let anyone see me sweat, my dad obviously, which is right sometimes, and very effective in cutting the costs over exercises in futility. although in a bottle pop way, its also bad to keep it all in to let it burst sometime out of the blue giving no one a clue (hey, that rhymes).

but i'm the sucker who usually gives in and shoots up if not bursts into tears. i hate that.


super cellphone. i'm not refering to the latest technology in mobile phones, or the 3G that has only recently been enabled by the brats of telcos un der an unaccessable price for a critical mass. i'm talking about when your mobile phone becomes your savior in the most important moments.

mostly times when you're bored, look pathetic enough waiting, or especially at times when you want to avoid someone. all you need to do is bring out your mobile phone, and presto! you look like you're answering a message or busy with a game, and for all people care, you're busy enough to mind the stares. pretty neat, huh? but this is no TV ad.

the cellular phone has allowed us to connect to people, but ironically it also provides us with the defensive mechanisms much like a wall to avoid communicaiton as well.