BGC Miscellany

(Jan. 14, 2014)

We were gonna have our fieldwork for Physag II at that time and it so happened that I got there early (around 2 hours earlier than the agreed call time). I've always had this preference of walking and getting lost (only if I have the time to do so) and take photos of everything I see and pass by. I used Photo Editor and VSCOcam apps to edit these photos as I am totes clueless on editing via Photoshop and besides, I'm not even using a professional camera to begin with so I find using these phone apps apropos.

 

Paradigm Shift

June 26, 2011 at 1:41am

It was a cold dawn and by the shore I stood barefooted. I took out both my hands from the pockets of my trenchcoat and removed my gloves. I touched my face and tried to warm it up with my bare hands. It was indeed cold and I could definitely feel it on my cheeks. I've always wanted to see the sun rise from the shore since the view on my window has always been the polluted urban area.

But that was not the point.

APPALAPACHIA

November 4, 2011 at 11:51pm

There are certain moments when you reach a forkroad and you need to decide which side will you take. A pivotal point in time wherein one decision would change your remaining fate. You can't choose both. Only one needs to exist. Only one needs to happen. The other one neeeds to bow out. One has to give in or both would cease to exist. When such a paradox happens, what would you choose?

SCHMIDT HAPPENS

(November 16, 2011 at 9:27pm)

There are times when you just don't want to wake up or even get up from bed. There are also days when you can't understand yourself. There are even times when you feel emotions that you don't even know the reason why. There are even times when you just want to pass a day or two. Not because your weary or tired of living or anything, you just simply can't.

There are also days when you feel so happy most of the time but at the same time, you're sad for no apparent reason. You just simply feel sad. Not because you are lonely or mad or just simply brought about by hormonal fluctuations. It's not the type of sad that makes you cry. It's not even the one that makes you feel not good. It's the kind of sad that makes you contemplate. Or in a simpler term, a hopeful kind of sad. A kind of sad that would make you think whether you should keep on or not.

It's not about the people. It's not about the situation. It's not even you. I suppose things like these just happen.

An awful lack of running

(December 4, 2011 at 10:04pm)

I just realize by now that I've been stagnant for a few years now. It's as if nothing has changed. I've been stuck in the same exact place over and over again even if I tried getting away for a few times. Maybe it's the element that's lacking all along.

I've been standing all my life. Now it's time to move on and run.

I'm not intending on running away from my life. I just want some change. Or turn in a new leaf. I'm not also saying that I should change myself. I just want a new perspective.

Or maybe I was also waiting too long for someone to just suddenly grab my hand and take me somwhere I needed or wanted to be. Someone who would tell me what I lack in life and inspire me to go over the horizons.

But whatever happens, I guess it's is time to move forward.

Contradicting Contrition

(December 6, 2011 at 10:07pm)

How purely coincidental it is to find yourself reading a book about a character who you could say has an agnostic belief and on the same day, encounter two peddling preachers on the bus. I started reading Maybe A Miracle by Brian Strause last night and scanned a few chapters up until now. So far, from how the main character Monroe is portrayed, he seems like a very opinionated person and would stand firmly for his beliefs. At first you might think he's an atheist for what he keeps on saying about his points on religion but if you would look into it, he's an agnostic believer. And on my way home, there were two peddling preachers who did what they had to do on the bus which is preach and ask for solicitation. I'd say what they're doing is contrary to their beliefs. From what I could remember, people were asked to tell a whole lot of people about His word and it never mentioned that you should also rub it in their faces and ask for money so that they could continue on with their so-called "mission."

Apat na Pantig

(December 26, 2011 at 8:15pm)

Tangina this! Laging yan ang tumatakbo sa isip ko. Ay teka. Sorry, asan nga pala ang manners ko? Ako nga pala si Moricio. Di ko na sasabihin kung ano ang apelyido ko. Di naman importante yun. Mas kilala ako sa tawag na Moymoy kung gusto mo ng mas kumpleto, Moymoy Palaboy. 10 taong gulang na ako at kakaluwas lang namin mula probinsya. Nakahanap kasi si inay ng trabaho dito sa Maynila. O siya... Di ko na ikukwento lahat ng nangyari sa buhay ko. Eto na lang, lagi lang sumasagi sa isip ko ang mga katagang tangina this. Di ko rin alam kung bakit. Di naman ako yung tipong nagmumura. Pramis. Peksman. Maubos man ang uban ni lolo sa ulo.

Ray dee yow.

(May 10, 2012 at 10:28pm)

I find it weird that I wasn't able to get his point while reading the article until I read the comments below. It might be because I have difficulty reading articles written in the second voice.

I'd have to agree that "masa" stations get more listeners than those stations under the magazine format. They focus more on the adlibs and the radio personalities but if you listen to the songs they play, it's done haphazardly. Not that I am calling their playlist baduy but please, it's annoying when a JB track is followed by a Renz Verano track.

It all ends in BACON.

(July 30, 2012 at 1:22pm)

Once there was a pair of scissors who wanted to cut everything off. Not that they were made that way but they hated every other pairing it sees.

That feeling as if you were erased from existence…

It’s just basically this: It feels like shit.

We all know people come and go, we drift apart with our friends for quite some time and then one day, when you get to see them again, you look like you’re just some total stranger to each other.
Of course I’m fine with that. It’s a universal fact. We forget people we know. It just sort of happens.