I'm moving to another blog. I guess this one turned out fine, but I've been tired of having to design my blog. Plus there had been some issues with cross-posting between Multiply and this blog. Hope to see you soon at a new, though I hope temporary, address:

http://kjerkemartijn.wordpress.com/

I will return to Blogger, but till then, read my posts here, OK? ^_-~sam

Uber-simplified, at iningles para lang sa iyo. :D

1. Log on to the M site. :D
2. Open new tab/window and type in google.com
3. Type the keyword, whether artist/band name, or song title, or both.
4. After that, put a space, and type in site:multiply.com inurl:music
5. From the resulting page, highlight the green address at the bottom of the link of the site you want to visit. Paste it onto the address box of another browser window/tab.
There! You should already be at another user's Music page. Message me if there are any difficulties, okay? :D

Na-inspire ako sa depensa ni Joey de Leon sa sarili niyang depensa sa Eat Bulaga, kaya eto, alam ko ang sagt dito, pero magbigay kayo ng iba nyong sagot, kahit hindi witty o humorous, okay lang:

Bato-bato sa langit, ang tamaan...

Last Friday I was about to show up at the tambayan of the Math Club ready to drop the final message: see you next sem, y'all. I am deferring my application to the second semester. But an ordinary event threw my resolve to the other extreme, and now I am really fired up to continue the app process.

As I boarded the Pantranco jeepney to UP I saw the Korean professor also taking the same jepney as mine. And no, this is not about her. I looked in her direction and there was J, the batch head of batch N of org T. I immediately looked away. And immediately thought to myself, Damn, I just HAVE to be in the Math Club. I am proving to myself that I can do without those farking highnoses of T. I will do it. I MUST do it. DAMN. And there. I have estimated that the points I've accumulated so far won't add up to the limit required of us applicants, but I'm pushing through with it. Even if it means I face rejection in the end, just like what I've had with orgs T and A (I'm not bitter A rejected me; I've done little for them, and I wasn't serious with them anyway.). Still, I'm meeting Buddy Leslie on Monday to tally up my points. And I repeat, I'm pushing through with it even if my scores don't chalk up. THERE.

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And there. I finally am at peace with myself.

On another note, here are some books I've so far been wanting to read:

1. Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke. Think Harry Potter in the adult, political, bureaucratic setting. Makes for a v interesting alternative to magical fiction.

2. By the River Piedra I sat down and wept by Paulo Coelho. I am just curious. I haven't read a single work of Coelho, and I wager if I'd start reading him I'd start with this one.

3. Pera Mo, palaguin mo! vols. 1 and 2 by Francisco J. Colayco. I have always been an admirer of Francisco Colayco. I always read his column in Bulgar whenever I get access to the tabloid (and no, I DON'T buy Bulgar, thank you very much). He is a v wise wealth manager. (Ooops, pardon me, my capitalist slip is showing. XD)

4. The Collected Short Stories of Fyodor Dostoevsky. I have access to this one; it's in the Main Library, only I don't have the time to read it.

5. ABNKKBSNPLAKo?!? by Bob Ong. I have read parts of it before, and now I want to delve into the book. And maybe some other Ong works, if I like it.

There. If you have any of these, please let me know. ^_^ In this age of visual entertainment, books are a forgotten pleasure, and I am not one to forget them.

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I felt quite embarassed(wait, was that a double 'r'?) when Sir Mandigma called on me to answer verbally the shape of 1 - sin (theta). It was discussed and was covered in the first exam. I knew the answer but wasn't sure of it, and after a long awkward silence he commented, Hindi mo alam? E naka-__ ka nung first exam ah. And DAMN, I did get a good grade on that one. He continued, hindi mo dapat kalimutan yung mga itinuro sa yo nung nakaraan.

The tiger inside of me was contemplating, E sa kasalanan ko ba na mukhang pinaghalo-halo na lang naman na mga loose ends ng topics in calculus ang Math 55, at mukha namang wala silang koneksyon sa isa't isa? I managed to let out a weak 'cardioid po', although I doubt if he heard it.

So much for studying hard. I'm still embarassed(wait, was that a double 'r'?).

This is to test the cross-posting connectivity between my Multiply and Blogger accounts. Thank you.

[current LSS -- dinamayan by 6 cycle mind. it has a tune that eccentrically reminds me of church songs, even though it isn't very related. dunno why]

Who touches yours? XD Waha, di talaga ako maka-get over dun sa commercial na yun. Parang surreal kase, eh.

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And enough of depressing entries for the moment. Lately the mood of my posts has been depressing enough to push Dutch people to suicide. Before in my past blogs you could only count the angsty posts with the fingers of your right hand.

And I'm now trying to look at the cheerful side of things, me being the eternal optimist. The thought of deferral is a heavy one on my part, but I look at it as more free time to study harder to NOT forget my theorems in Math and Stat. XD And while I'm at it I might as well find myself a new job, this time a full-time account. If only I didn't already refuse the all too tempting Convergys offer of X a month... I would've already paid my tuition loan and got myself a PC. To think that I spent some time with the interviewer, and the contract was already in front of me. Maybe I'll apply once more.

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And I'm watching the Heroes Marathon on Channel 9 while waiting for the second season to be screened. I missed the earlier episodes and this is my chance to catch up. Funny, because I've watched the last half of season one. I know Peter Petrelli won't die. He has absorbed Claire's powers. It is only too sad that Nathan does. He is by far the coolest character for me, aside from Molly Walker. Hee.

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I've uploaded some new songs. Enjoy! ^_^

[current last song syndrome -- perhaps love by howl and j, a korean song]

Last Wednesday, despite being über-due, I managed to push through with my Stat 121 First Long Exam. One of the most irritating things happened during the exam. I KNEW I DID THE EXERCISE ON STATING AND PROVING BONFERRONI'S INEQUALITY. And it DID appear. Yet come exam time my memory faltered and though I was about twenty minutes early I spent the rest of the exam time thinking really hard. How could I forget? I misstated it in the end, and worse, I even TRIED to prove it. I laughed hard, trying to keep it to myself, on the way home. My fellow passengers must have thought me crazy. I may very well be.

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Friday night my glasses got crushed by my aunt walking beside my sprawled out lazy figure on the floor. It will take some time before they get fixed, considering the impecuneity that possesses all of my aura at the moment.

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Last Saturday I was supposed to 'emcee' the Freshman Math Quiz. I agreed to, and was all set out to, despite my limited capabilities and my stage fright. Last Saturday, however, everything that could go wrong DID. I woke up late, was not feeling quite well, made the mistake of boarding the wrong bus, and the gravest mistake, going to the Math Building, finding nothing there, and then proceeding to the MSI Auditorium only to find out that the first part of the program, the invocation, had already started. Allen agreed to emcee in my place.

Seeing the result of my irresponsibility my lungs tightened. I was anxious, and wanting of air. Add to that the loss of control over myself that I felt without my glasses. My condition worsened, and I knew I had to leave early, go home, and take some rest. And now I feel much better physically, but still rotten emotionally. I don't think the members will take to me kindly after what happened. There is one way to save my face. And that is to apologize, and then leave the application process.

And that is what the title of this post means. I'm pondering on some things.

Ano ang mas okey sa inyo, ang isang sistema na kung saan ipinagbabawal ipahayag ang anumang nasasaloob, o ang isang sistema na maaaring ipahayag anomang saloobin, pero walang makikinig?

[Current LSS -- It's Going to Take Some Time by The Carpenters. How appropriate.]

For all of you who greeted me last Thursday, thank you very much. (For those who tried to greet me by SMS, please see 2 posts before this.) I even tried to change my birthday on my profile just to avoid being greeted. But you found me out. XD Daghang salamat Budz nga Anna Fegi. Mao kana si Buddy, ang akong buddy nga gwapa gyud. XD

But seriously the humdrum business of counting the years has already been way too much trouble for me. Now that I've reached 21 I feel it has become heavier, this burdening feeling of having accomplished so little in my life. Most of the '03 people in UP have already graduated, and where am I? Just shifted, and to count three more years before graduation. I can tell of several people who have already left me behind in terms of accomplishments. One orgmate is already a reporter at the Kapuso network. (Kung mabasa mo man to, J***, ang galing mo tsong! XD) One is already a Junior Management Trainee at a bank. Several have already found jobs in the private sector. Some are now enrolled in the College of Law. Further counting only brings me bad cheer. Oh fart. I'd hate to be a pessimist. I'm an optimist save for those rare moments of self-deprecation which will penetrate my systems for a few days. Now is not necessarily the time; I'm just reflecting on the situation that I'm in right now. The little tiger in me is once again waiting to be set dangerously loose.

But at least I now am where I truly want to be. This scenario is far from perfect, but it is only I who can change it.

This is a repost of something I did November 2005, somewhere in my other blogs. I am deleting them to clear up my dashboard space.

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A batch of recently printed hundred-peso bills made its way into the hands of the Filipino masses. The notes misspelled the President's name, so that it read "Gloria Macapagal-Arrovo".

Haha. Right on. At least for some comic relief resbak the people have waited only so long for something like this. A hundred-peso bill misspelled. Critics say it sounds like the Spanish root word for robber, "robo". And it sounds like the Japanese term for robber, "dorobo". Haha. Right on.

Reminds me of a joke one time in which Imelda was reportedly speaking to the Japanese public. In an effort to relate to the r-tounged audience, she said a very impassionate line, "I rove tha Firipino pipor! I rove tha Firipins!"

So much for robbers. So much for hearing Japanese.