back to one
I realized after reading this blog (which, you're sure to notice, isn't hard because I don't update often) that I was a bum the same time last year. I've had a job months ago--a job that I actually liked for the first two months--but I "resigned" last February and I've been a bum since (I used "resigned" for lack of better term, although "ran away" would be a perfect description for what I did). I wanted to list an elaborate enumeration the miniscule things I've managed to accomplish these past two years (a few published articles here and there, a campus award for my badly-written essay) but it's useless. In the end, I didn't accomplish anything regardless. I think I already managed to illustrate that I have wasted two glorious years of my life.
As always, I can cite excuses for my lack of action. Things happened, and things are still happening. Maybe I didn't tell anyone so I'll say this now: it wasn't easy.
Thing is, during my time as a semi-bum (a time in my life I recorded in my livejournal), I planned to do great things. I wanted to read all the book that I can. Write. Get published. Improve as a writer and as a person. I thought I made progress, except I didn't. I let these "things" affect me. I thought people would understand why I was--am--a wreck. Maybe they did, and will, understand. But right now I'm starting to think that I don't understand myself.
So now I'm starting over. As much as I hate writing entries like these (mushy, cheesy, pointless posts that even my friends won't understand; rest assured that while my entries are always self-indulgent they are never as stupid as this one), I have to. Because I have to let you know that now I'm trying to succeed. I'm trying and will continue to try no matter what. If I fail, it's not because of these "things." If I fail, it's because I didn't try hard enough (or because I was meant to fail haha but at least I tried). There are no more excuses
Sorry for this rant. Let's get on with the program.
fail @ life
Sad.
Bow.
LOL @ UST
While it’s not yet official, I will be student of the University of Santo Tomas again starting this Monday. I thought I’ll run into trouble regarding registration and all the jazz, but the encoding for my summer class was surprisingly hassle-free. I’ll be taking Basic Volleyball this summer, a 7AM class (no more rolling on the bed at midnight for me), Monday to Friday. Walking in the campus wearing my college uniform felt weird (to my delight, my uniform still fits; although). It’ll be more weird come June, when I have to wear the uniform more often to finish my NSTP course.
The only benefit I can get from enrolling this summer (besides finishing my required units for PE, of course) is the access to the library. During my last year as a regular student, Yas and I would stay in the Nick Joaquin collection of the Humanities section of the library for hours. We also spent a lot of time in the Filipiniana section, where we wrote articles for The Flame and studied for exams (that’s where I studied for one of the major exams in Spanish class—and I remember because I rarely study for exams). The Boring Friends (Mariz, Arlene, Yas, KC, and me, minus Glai who stays in the Varsitarian office) stayed at the Periodicals section during our long three-hour breaks, where Mariz read the serialized novel in Mod Magazine and Arlene dazzled us with her superhuman knowledge of Bertrand Russell. Part of our amazing college thesis was written, revised, and edited in the library. We ran to the library every time our adviser massacred our sorry thesis manuscript.
We spent so much time in the library; no wonder we were called "boring" in college.
This is another pointless entry.
(The photo was taken from Sharline's Facebook album, by the way. Thank you Shar!)
Labels: boring, UST
fail @ blog
I deleted my Livejournal because I want to take my blogging elsewhere. And since Elizel did make the layout for this blog for my birthday last year it’s a shame not to use this so I’ll continue my pointless rants and vague narrations here. I’m a minority in this “blogging world” so who cares about me, right? Besides my Multiply page being one of the first to come up when you search “Sousuke Takaoka,” my internet can be hardly felt.
There are a lot of articles about the power of the internet and the impact of blogging these days because of that blog by that Australian guy. Lesson learned: if you want people to visit your blog, writing long academic-like entries is not the answer. Instead, blog about celebrities and showbiz-related issues (if you're a serious Internet person you would have figured this out even before TV Patrol started running news about blogs).
For example: I think the article about KC CONCEPCION in this month’s issue of Yes! Magazine is very shallow and needlessly long. Some of my friends think PINOY BIG BROTHER TEEN EDITION PLUS is very gay (is ABS-CBN our local version of Bravo? ABS-CBN did have that modeling reality show. And they did air Cardcaptor Sakura). My nephew likes ANGEL LOCSIN. My sister likes GABBY CONCEPCION.
It’s better if you say something controversial. You can say “PIOLO PASCUAL mancrushes me,” make sure it’s true. Saying “lazy people think LOBO is a stupid show because they can’t get over the The Devil Wears Prada similarities” might make people think you’re a pompous snob but no one really cares about criticism so it won’t do. “POP FERNANDEZ has no talent” is true, although you’d have to prove your claim (won’t be that difficult, though) to avoid any problems, legal or otherwise, later on. Although who cares about her, really?
the business of pictures
When you're depressed and you have a lot of things to finish, what do you do?
Upload pictures, of course!
Mariz and the Go Negosyo book.
Why, hello there.
Don't ask.
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Oh noes!
They do this ALL the time.
the business of sukiyaki
The thing with being a semi-bum: I have all the time in the world to do anything. Except I really don't do anything. Most of the time I just sleep and read and watch TV. I pray I'll get a job--any job--soon, so I can support my already awful and uninteresting lifestyle.
Last Monday the Whiners Club met for a random Sukiyaki dinner.
This is the Teriyaki Boy's Sukiyaki .
Pointless post, this truly is.
the business of blogging
I've been blogging for more than five years. I started blogging using Geocities webpage maker, which was very easy to use since I didn't know how to create layouts using web-related programs. This was 2002. I blogged about my boring college life, my first (of many) USTetika defeat, the Varsitarian entrance exam, my miserable academics, and my pretentious "love of literature." My entries weren't elaborate--I just enumerated things. Back in 2002, blogging was not as popular as it is now, which means not everyone blogged. Of my first year college classmates, I think only initially Sharline had a blog.
I started using Livejournal in 2004. My first entry was about GMA 7's Starstruck and Mark Herras. I wrote in my firt livejournal entry that I will give 20 percent of my life if Mark Herras wins the said contest. Elizel--who made this blog, by the way, so I owe her ten million Pockys and ten thousand thanks--said: "Yeah, that figures." I occasionally write elaborate entries--full narrations of what happened during a particular day. I also had an Easyjournal account which I think only two people knew about, where I posted entries about liking someone who doesn't like me back.
Obviously, I am not a serious blogger. I do not take this blogging business serious. I've never had a blog-related argument, except the one with Karlo Pineda and Damagery, and that was my fault, because I am a big loser. I don't care about grammatical errors or senseless entries; most of my entries are intentional pointless anyway. During the worst times of my life, I post vague entries because I don't want people to know what is happening in my life. There are times I can't even understand what I wrote in my blog because it's vague. My life is boring, and I don't want a blog to prove the fact.
This is my nth blog. I tried numerous times to maintain a decent blog. I know I can never write blog entries regularly, so this time I won't promise anything. This is just a blog. But it's my blog. Which means, this is just another irrelevant blog.
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