The Suicide Jumper
It’s pretty morbid, but it almost looks fake. It is not for the faint of heart. If you have a weak stomach, then don’t look at the URL.
It is a picture of the demise of a suicide jumper taken shortly
after he landed. It shows him with his insides now on the outside. You
will see the look of horror on the faces of the bystanders. The faces
of the bystanders is why I believe this is real.
Cute noh?
Ano ba ang mayroon sila
na hindi matatagpuan sa akin?
Ako nga ba’y kakaiba
sa kanilang paningin?
Ako ba’y may pagkukulang
na dapat mapunan?
Ano ba ang mayroon sila?
Sabihin mo sa akin…
(mali-maling lyrics mula sa "Kampanerang Kuba")
Falling Leaves…
Serendipity is the occurence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. I looked up the word on the Internet, and I found out that it was
serendipity that led to the discovery of penicillin, blasting gelatin, and
polyethylene. It also led to the discovery of the cosmic microwave background
radiation—whatever that was. The serendipity I had in mind was nothing compared
to those!
When I hear the word serendipity,
feelings of delight, tranquility, and bliss come to mind. When I hear the word
serendipity,
I see myself leisurely walking down a path lined with dozens and
dozens of trees. I am in deep thought, thinking of how I could mend a
problem. But then a soft breeze blows, and the leaves begin to fall. Small,
round, brilliant leaves. More and more come showering down like rain, forming
heaps on the ground. It is beautiful. I look around, but nobody else seems to
notice but me. Without hesitation, I then throw my bag into the air, run to
where the trees are, and marvel at the graciously falling leaves. At that
moment as I was swirling about with my head looking upward and my arms swinging
freely, I feel my worries fly away with every gush of wind. Ah, bliss.
But—going back to reality, I didn’t and I
couldn’t do that, for not only would I 
be very late for class, people would
think I’m insane as well. Every serendipitous moment was all but a fantasy. In
the first place, I wasn’t walking the path at my leisure. I was thinking of how
I could reach the classroom in the shortest time possible—I was fifteen minutes
late already. As I was scurrying my way, I saw the glorious leaves falling but all that I was able to do was to glance at them with longing.
First Day Funk
I’m using Parokya ni Edgar’s song as my blog title not because the song’s being played like all over the campus(okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but it was indeed played repeatedly.), but because my first day was really funked-up. Take note that I’m using the word "funk" in this sense:
funk(1) informal
· n. (also blue funk) a state of panic or depression.
Let me summarize the whole experience to you:
It all started when I forgot that it was Tuesday and stupidly thought that it was Monday. (Ooh, can you sense the upcoming tragedy now?) My classes for MTh require me to wake up at 6:30 am and leave the house at 8:00. My classes for my TF classes, however, start 1 1/2 hour earlier, and I have to wake up at 5:00 am and leave at 6:30 am. Since I thought it was Monday… *sighs* You know what happened. I missed my first class. STUPID ME!!!! 
And no, my stupidity didn’t end there. The whole time I was still perfectly unaware that it was Tuesday and that I should therefore follow my Tuesday sched. And so, I went to the College of Science auditorium to attend Nat. Sci. 2 (which is, of course, a different section.) I had been listening to the professor and chatting with my seatmate (not at the same time, haha) for about an hour already when the professor requested that we line up and get our classcards. And so, I lined up, brought my form 5 with me, and was even puzzled when the professor said that my name was not on the class list. Too bad I had not overreacted and panicked. If I did, that would have embarassed me more.
"You’re in a different section!" announced the professor to the large class. "Now, class, check your Form 5s, you might be overexcited and forget that you don’t have nat sci classes until Thursday." I was like, 
I felt my cheeks burn and suddenly just wanted to be invisible. I said a quick goodbye to my seatmate and left the classroom, hoping I wouldn’t hear the class burst into laughter right after I closed the door. (And fortunately, they didn’t. They must have just thought of how absent-minded I was.) You could imagine how much I hated myself at that time. 
I just realized that I had already missed one class, and now I’m going to have to miss another. 
It was already 11:15 and I felt so drained, so depressed, so in funk by my embarrasing moment that I just wanted to slump down somewhere and eat.
Waaaaaah!!! And I thought my freshie first-day was bad enough! (I had to ask where this and that building was located, and all those freshie questions.) That day is nothing compared to this day. My First Day Funk.
(If you’re reading this, please make no mention of this post to anyone, not even to me. I do not want to talk about this anymore.)
Go Live Wire!
Uh-oh. Friendster’s starting to bore me. (And I thought it never would.) I’m not getting new messages nor friend requests, except those from random people who are just so…you know…uninteresting. And me not like them. -_- I’m also not feeling Friendster’s discussion boards and groups anymore. Ho-hum.
But of course, I still need to go somewhere online, and currently that’s GoLiveWire.Com. I post a lot on the message boards to relieve my boredom.
And now, dear reader (Assuming, of course, that I actually have a reader), would you be so kind as to join me there in the forums? Pleeeaase? *bats eyelashes coyly* I just thought that you might like it there, too. Give it a try and sign-up, it only takes like 30 seconds (Assuming again that you don’t type as slow as I do.lol) CLICK HERE!
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