Monthly Archives: July 2012

The rainy season is upon the Philippines again. Storms have been brewing up like an epidemic for the past few days, and it hasn’t been pretty. I’m always prepared for any upcoming downpour; I bring what I might call my “travel attire” – shorts, slippers and an extra shirt. There’s also the umbrella my aunt bought for me last Friday. On any day, whatever I might be wearing to look decent in the office or school, I have my travel attire with me.

It’s quite a drag to bring around each and every single day, though. Last Friday, another thunderstorm ravaged through the capital and left a minute amount of Fairview-bound buses to bring people home along EDSA. My aunt and I spent a good 30 minutes waiting in the terminal, and that’s when I felt just how heavy my bag really was; and to think I carry that load on a regular basis.

The amount of rainfall is directly proportionate to the amount of whining students in my school make, apparently. Even without an actual tropical storm warning in the capital, the complaining goes on and on. Every time it’s raining, I make a regular visit to the school’s Facebook page just to count how many students are sitting in their houses posting “MAY PASOK PO BA?” The lack of educational enthusiasm is blatantly obvious.

So much so that one of our instructors posted on her page (not on the school’s page): “If you think you’ll be unable to attend your classes because of the weather, then don’t go to school. It’s that simple…”

Boom. Nobody’s forcing the students to go to school with the deity-damned weather. Sure it’ll be a dent in their attendance if ever the school does hold classes, but they should be given some consideration; provided that their reasons are acceptable. Their constant pestering is annoying. These people somehow have enough internet access to make repeatedly redundant posts on the school’s Facebook page but have no access to a telephone. The school’s contact numbers are listed on every student’s ID. They can call to find out. Why is this so much more difficult? Because using a wired telephone is ‘uncool’? Because using your P500 Divisoria-bought smartphone to write something on social media is ‘socially revered’?

I’m waiting for the time to come where a student with his fake-ass ChinaPhone makes an uproar on a social media site: “MAY PASOK PO BA?! MALAKAS ULAN DITO SA AMIN EH!! MAAWA KAYO SA MGA ESTUDYANTE!”, only to have his surprisingly advanced smartphone alert everybody to his current location via GPS “Sogo Hotel, Cubao”.

Public humiliation, here I come.


I won’t be a hypocrite. I can’t wait to finally get out of school. I also post on the school’s Facebook page. But I make inquiries in a decent manner. “May kuryente po ba?” STI College Cubao students will understand.


I promise to proofread this less than 5 times. Spill hot water on my nipples if don’t.


I formally started my Practicum at OPAPP on April 24. It has been exactly 3 months since then. I’ve logged almost 380 hours. I have 106 hours left. If I was any other person, I would’ve rejoiced knowing that I’m a month away from finishing my tenure as an Intern. That doesn’t seem to be the case, however.

As I filled up my Daily Time Record sheet that the school provided us with, I discovered how close I was to the end. I realized how little time remained for me in OPAPP. It depressed me.

It was a strange feeling. I grew fond of the place — not exactly their goals, their visions, missions or the head honchos running the place; but the common folk making the place work. I want to say they’re the best. Yet I can’t, since I haven’t really tried any place else. Their personalities make the place worth looking forward to in the morning. The leadership that most of the division heads, directors and secretaries display make you want to work harder, and the open-mindedness of (most of) their employees make Troubleshooting for them much easier.

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The thought of creating a blog has been one of the constant passengers in my train of thought these past few years. The world aged quicker than I could think so I wasn’t aware that there were free blogs like here — which is ironic considering I spend too much of my time on the Internet.

Prior to this, my Facebook page has served as my blog. I’ve got 89 posts out there via the usage of the Notes feature, half of which aren’t really blog-worthy posts. They aren’t worth reading, so to speak. The more recent ones, I would admit, are more acceptable.

So on the bus home, I started to contemplate getting my own repository of thoughts-translated-into-words; those that can be translated anyway. I’ll leave my Facebook for short, concise ideas that can be easily expressed. The more complicated ones that need further explanation (or organizing, seeing as my mind can spawn maelstroms of the most random ideas at times) will be put here. As I celebrate more birthdays, my world also expands, just like everyone else’s. As if my mind isn’t already talkative in itself, I’m going to need to unload more, lest I succumb to insanity.

I’m relatively free this Sunday morning, so maybe I’ll import some of my notes, just to get a head start.

Let me take this moment to say Hi, Hello, Howdy to all of you. I’ll pretend somebody’s reading this.

– Duane